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inklore · 1 year

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code breaker

premise: there’s always been something there, between the two of you. unspoken and filling in the cracks of those moments where joel is helping you out of a tough situation and your offering up a thank you and sweet smile. if only it didn’t take bloody knuckles and some band-aids to finally crack the code of that something.

pairing: joel miller x (f)reader

word count: 6.2k

warnings: eighteen+ content, unprotected p in v, smut with feelings really, fem receiving oral, friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, mentions of violence and blood, alcohol mention, toxic exes and relationships discussed, dirty talk, biting and love marks mention, lots of banter, au (preoutbreak).

note: i meant for this to be darker but it turned out wayyy more fluffy and i’m actually really happy about it. i hella edited this but it still feels choppy so if it is i’m sorry ya girl has bad eyes lmao. gif made by me so don’t be an ass and steal it tysm <3

There’s words you should be saying right now. Expressing. Spilling from your mouth in a heap of thank you, I appreciate you, what would I do without you always being there for me…

But they just can’t seem to come out. The speech part of your brain—and your heart—aching and prompting you to speak. To show courtesy, your vocal cords refuse to let you get out. Like your mouth has forgotten its purpose, your throat hoarse from screaming Joel’s name in the chaos of thrown fists, people shouting, men trying and failing to haul Joel’s weight off of the bloodied body below it.

The blood on his knuckles pulls your eyes in like a neon sign: caked, dark, and drying the longer the air gets to it. If it hurts Joel doesn’t state it—show it as he grips the steering wheel. You’ve never thrown a punch before, have never seen something like this up close and personal. You excelled at resolving conflicts before they arose. Never let arguments get past the phase of unfair yelling. But you would assume his knuckles must be aching, even if only a dull pounding.

You know for certain your ex's face is.

Good.

You hadn’t expected him to show up at the bar, your job. Hadn’t expected him to start in on the possessive act—coincidently the local patrons were less than surprised at the all-too-cliché behavior. The town having labeled him as bad news ages ago. Something you had to learn the hard way, when you finally took off those rose colored glasses.

Joel had been staring at you for the duration of the exchange. Even after your ex left to hang out with a group of his buddies in the corner, his gaze lingered on you.

"You alright?" He asked as he slid his glass towards you, his forearm leaning against the bar. A wordless nod letting you know he wanted another.

"Yeah, he’s not the first creep I've had to deal with. It's in our DNA as women to deal with the lesser species of the male population."

"Can’t tell if that makes me feel better or worse as a father."

"Oh," you send him a sweet smile. Setting his refilled whiskey in front of him, "no creep dare mess with Sarah. I’ve seen her make jocks cry."

"That’s my girl, taught her well." The grin he wraps around the rim of the glass makes something girlish—and foolish—spark in your stomach.

Maybe if you had a man like Joel in your life, you would be less likely to keep making the same mistakes with no-good assholes who are good for a week and bad for the rest of the 358 days.

A girl can dream.

And she has. Embarrassingly.

The two of you had continued to talk, your hip pressed against the bar as you cleaned a glass; perhaps you had been smiling and laughing too hard at what Joel was saying because your ex was back and grabbing you from across the bar in an instant.

An action that quickly landed him passed out and bloodied on the bar floor, and your boss trying to make sure Joel hadn’t taught him too good of a lesson to have him see God.

And while the adrenaline of shock had been bruising your heart against your rib cage, your lungs devoid of air—when Joel had put his non-bloody hand against your arm, calling your name (the white noise of the commotion in the bar creating an impenetrable barrier to your ear drums), a warm thumb under your chin pulling your attention away from the limp body on the floor and up into his eyes—that adrenaline melted and turned into serendipity.

Gratefulness.

Those girlish sparks turning into an entire flame that quickly engulfed you as he asked if you were okay. As he comforted you with a barely there touch on your arm and chin, concern in his dark eyes. Concern for what? Frightening you?

When your gaze is drawn to his knuckles, his body language responds with a grimace. When you see the gashes only bone against bone brings.

He’s worried he’s upset you. As if he's done something wrong.

When he insists on driving you home you don’t argue. Wouldn’t dream of it even if the circumstances were different. It wouldn't be the first time he drove you home because your beat-up car wouldn't start or because the weather was bad and your anxiety was high.

That’s the thing about Joel.

He was always there.

If you needed help, he always seemed to find time.

Because of this, and the aforementioned beating your toxic ex to a pulp, you shouldn't be allowing the silence to spread between the two of you like strangers. Like something in the air was making everything awkward, like you hadn’t sat in his truck a dozen times before. Like he hasn’t gotten you out of a pinch (minus the blood) before.

And after he’s pulled into your driveway, engine turned off, the cicadas and crickets filling the silence, it’s Joel who finally speaks.

Who cracks that barrier you have mentally been trying so hard to climb over.

"I’m sorry if I," he clears his throat, flexes his fingers against the steering wheel. "If I overstepped."

And the ridiculousness of him even apologizing has your mouth finally moving into action. "Joel, no, oh my gosh, no." Your palm presses against your chest as you look at him apologetically; you should be the only one saying sorry, thanking him, worshiping at his feet for this. "I should be the one saying that. I should have handled it myself or-"

"Or what?" He looks almost angry, shocked at your words. "He had a hold of you, and no disrespect, but I ain’t ever seen you kill a fly, let alone throw a punch at someone."

"Hey! I could punch someone."

"Could and would are two different things."

"You sayin I couldn’t?"

"I’m sayin' you wouldn’t."

"Not tough enough?"

"Your heart's too big."

"If you knew how hard I was holding back the urge to prove you wrong by bruising that bicep of yours, Joel Miller, you’d think differently." Your scowl and threat only seem to amuse him because he’s grinning at you. "You’re lucky you’re injured."

"I’m shaking in my boots."

"As you should be." The laugh the two of you share makes your cheeks burn. On the outside, many could and have labeled Joel as a complicated man. A man who takes a lot of nudging and persistence to get to know past that surface-level workaholic grump he sometimes displays. But he’s a man who would lend a hand at the drop of a hat. A man with honor embedded in his very DNA.

There’s a list you’ve kept in the back of your mind that has every bullet point filled out and doodled hearts around the edges of all the reasons Joel is a good man. A man you trust. A man you adore.

"Thank you, Joel." He starts to shake his head, but you stop him with your palm resting on his forearm, "thank you. "You're right, I don't think I even know how to make a proper fist, let alone connect it." Your soft laugh makes the corners of his lips tick up. "You didn’t hesitate to help me. You never do. It means a lot to me, I hope you know that."

He nods, his eyes only on your face. Listening. Taking in every word you’re saying, even if you know he hates the fact that you’re thanking him for this. But he deserves to know how much you appreciate him.

Your hand moves to his wrist, gently yanking it away from his vice-like grip on the wheel. Your index finger runs along a vein at the top of his hand—the one spot the blood didn’t cake on to. "Does it hurt?"

"No. Between the callouses and the whiskey, it’s nothing more than a cat scratch."

"You should still get it looked at."

"You’re looking at it, aren’t ya?"

Your eyes roll. "I’m not a doctor, Joel."

"All a doctors gonna tell me is to be more careful, hand me a band-aid, and charge me three hundred dollars."

"Well, in that case," you drop his hand and grab for the door. The dry summer air ineffective to your already burning skin from the man whose raising his brows at you, "I got band aids in the house, and I didn’t get to finish my shift, which means you owe me three hundred in tips alone sooo."

"There's barely three hundred people in this town, and you’re tellin me you make that in tips?"

"Joel, just get in the damn house." You order, slamming the door of his truck and walking up the path to your front door. Smiling when you hear him huff and grumble under his breath as he gets out.

A hiss—and a scowl so deadly it could scare away even the biggest and badest of grown men—has Joel’s hand twitching in your hold as you run a wet cloth along the tops of his knuckles. The fabric pulling up the caked on flecks of dried blood, the surface of the cuts along the bone already starting the healing process from being clotted with red.

"I thought you said it didn’t hurt?" You smirk playfully.

"Whiskey’s wearin' off," he grunts.

"Or," you dab the cloth in the small cap of saline solution you’ve pulled from your first aid kit under the sink. Bringing it back to his skin to press gently across his cuts, his body tensing. "You’re human after all," his eyes roll.

"Don’t alert the press."

"Oh, they’ve already been informed."

His hand rests on your thigh as you ball up some tissues to dry the area around his knuckles. Enough to keep the band-aids—the only thing he would allow you to use because gauze would just get in the way at work, he informed you when you insisted—from falling off. The heat from his palm burns through your jeans, and it's a blessing in and of itself that you're ignoring how it makes your insides feel; how your body's warmth is no match for how hot he feels. His legs are spread, body slouched against your couch, his knee against yours. A closeness he’s never been before. A casual touch and directness between friends that shouldn’t be making you feel feverish and cheeky.

When he flexes his fingers a couple times and his fingertips run along the top of your thigh, you find yourself wishing you’d worn a dress to work. A skirt. Anything to have been able to feel him do that against your bare skin. A thought you chide yourself for. A thought you hope isn’t written all over your face when you look over at Joel and he’s staring at you. Eyes darker, expression unreadable and stoic, in that way you can never tell what emotion he’s feeling at that exact moment. He gives nothing away but still sends your stomach plummeting.

After the band-aids have been stuck and you’ve cleaned up the mess on your coffee table you offer him a drink.

"Unless you have to get back to Sarah, then I understand."

"She’s with a friend tonight."

"You gonna tell her how you saved the day, all knight and shining armor style?" You tease as you walk back to the living room with two beers in hand, putting one in Joel’s outstretched one and the other to your lips. Taking a sip as you take your place beside him once again, this time a leg pulled under you as you face him.

He snorts, "don’t know about all that."

"I’m sure word has already gotten around. Her friends are probably gabbing about how heroic Mr. Miller is, a real prince charming." You laugh when you see his grin.

"Or," he says, swallowing the sip he's just taken. "She’ll give me that death glare that all teenagers possess after puberty, you know the one?"

"Oh, I know the one. Mine was so fierce my mother banned it from our house."

"It’s deadly."

"Truly."

"I’m sure prince charming will be the last thing connected to my actions. Rage and jackass sound more on the money."

You frown. Watch as he stares down at the result of the rage he thinks will now be accompanied with his name. Tarnishing it that now people will forget the kindness that was once there, the man whose hardworking now turned into something vile all because of an act of heroism some might find obscene; with how much blood and possible damage it has caused to one mans face, you could understand why such an act would be.

But to you—and those who knew how horrible your ex had been, how he had deserved every bone crunching punch, every spit of blood and teeth choked on—you knew that what Joel did was right. And maybe, somewhere deep down in those morals against violence everyone gets handed out to them at birth, you knew that Joel could be sitting in a jail cell instead of on your couch if those punches had been any worse. If it had been pure untamed rage like some will say.

"You’re a good man, Joel. So you potentially hospitalized an asshole, who hasn’t?" Your heart leaps in your chest when he laughs, and you thank God that your joke landed. Thank him that this man with his disheveled hair that's begging to have a hand run through it, work shirt and jeans looking like they’ve seen better days—is in your life. Not every girl has someone willing to bruise another man's face while destroying the hand that's needed to do their job properly.

No one had acted as quick as Joel had.

Joel Miller was a good man.

"What did you see in him anyway?" Joel asks, taking another sip of his beer. His gaze is drawn to you from the hole he was burning into his hand.

And if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t know.

Couldn’t answer that question with the full truth because you didn’t know why you always went for the assholes. The guys who liked to scream instead of talk it out. Who liked to steal money from your wallet for booze or a habit they couldn’t kick. The ones who never remembered your birthday but made sure didn't forget theirs.

Your father had been a great man. Your mother an amazing woman. You couldn’t take the easy way out and blame it on family trauma.

So you answered with the only viable reason that came to mind.

"Loneliness makes you ignore all the bad stuff." You take a sip, swallow it down (washing away the pinpricks of potential embarrassment for being so brutally honest with Joel). "It makes you talk yourself out of throwing all their stuff to the curb or burning it in your backyard, because it’s not always bad. Some days are good. Some of them wait to be assholes before the novelty wears off; others wait until you're two years in and they’ve already slept with half the town behind your back. And some will bring you flowers every time they mess up, until one day you look around and realize you don't have any room to put this new vase and there's dried flower petals all over your floors. But hey, at least you’re not lonely, and your house smells really good."

The smile on your lips fades when you see the look on Joel’s face. See that he’s finding no humor in this story. And the gulp that swallows down the beer in your hands burns your throat the entire way down. Your cheeks are burning, and you have to look away from him. Distract yourself by picking at the label on the bottle.

"Or maybe it’s as cliché as saying I haven’t found the right one yet." You try to save, nervously chuckling under your breath. In hopes that he forgets everything you’ve just said and clings to this one shitty joke.

"Look at me."

You do, and you wish you hadn’t. The roughness of his voice makes your stomach swoop and fall like a rollercoaster of emotions you did not prepare yourself for. Hadn’t imagined this being in your future when you’d walked into work. But you’re looking at him. Meeting his eyes. Seeing the stern glower in them before he speaks.

There’s a million things you imagine him saying. Telling you how much better you are than that, than all of those meaningless assholes. How you deserve better, and you’ll find it someday. Hell, you expect him to scold you with how low his brows are.

What you don’t expect is to feel his lips on yours. His fingers digging into the skin at the back of your neck, his chest inches from your now-heaving one. And it renders you speechless. Still. Your brain not computing with the signals your nerves are giving off right now.

When he pulls away and looks at you, it takes you several blinks to meet his gaze. The air in your lungs weighing your chest down. You shouldn’t speak. Should allow yourself to get your bearings in order. To catch your breath and sort through everything you’re feeling right now. "Was that a pity kiss?"

"A what—pity kiss?"

"Cause of the," you swallow, lick your lips, "of the aforementioned assholes?"

Joel’s breath fans across your face when he chuckles, "anyone who’d pity kiss you deserves to be added to that list of assholes. And I might be on many asshole lists, but hopefully not on yours." The fingers on your neck skate forward to your cheek, thumb pressed gently along your jawline. His features grow serious again. "I didn’t just knock that asshole out because he had it comin'. And if you haven't noticed, I’m either working or at home with Sarah. Both keepin' me more than busy."

"Too busy to be making house calls for leaky faucets and tarnishing your good name with your fists?"

"Exactly."

There's a long pause between you two, as if you're both waiting for the other to say something, anything, to put these unspoken mutual feelings out there.

"Joel, are you saying you coming over to fix my faucet and staying for the occasional beer was you…flirting?" The grin he gives you makes you laugh, "who taught you how to flirt? And please don’t say Tommy."

"No. If I had listened to him we’d be–" he doesn’t finish. Just shakes his head and chuckles under his breath.

And maybe affirmative action with your hands wasn’t your forte, maybe you couldn’t do what needed to be done when it came in the form of actions. But when it came to words, to saying what you wanted, needed, craved when it was right here in front of you being hinted and teased at, you didn’t hesitate.

"Maybe you should have listened to Tommy." Your hand mirrors his own, resting on his cheek. You already knew he ran hot from his palm alone. But his cheek feels just as warm as you do, burning right through to your bones. His gaze falls to your parted lips, and a decision is made in the seconds it takes him to return his gaze to yours.

An agreement.

"C'mere." His lips collide with yours in a heated kiss of nicks of teeth and tongue that taste like whiskey and beer and something that your brain will forever recognize as Joel. A taste you know you’ll be wanting to swallow down again and again. To feel the burn of his beard against your chin until your skin is raw and blotchy from how hard his mouth is devouring yours. An arm wrapped around your waist pulls you into his lap, and your forgotten beers spill and stain the cushions of your couch. "Shit, sorry, let me," Joel starts, but you stop him with your hands on his cheeks.

"Leave it, just come here." You insist, lips returning to his.

"Yes, ma’am." His smirk molds to your mouth, wipes away as his tongue runs along your bottom lip to press against yours. A hand on your ass squeezes and presses you forward so you’re grinding against his lap. The seam of your jeans rubs up against the wet patch that's quickly forming on the fabric of your underwear, becoming sticky and clinging to your pussy. Joel's other hand runs down the column of your neck, gripping and pulling you away from his mouth so that his lips can latch onto your sensitive skin. A gasp leaving your lungs, teeth and tongue making you shudder and cling to his shoulders.

Shoulders you don't let go of until your back hits the mattress and you're both pulling your shirts above your heads, your fingers quickly working the clip of your bra, joining the discarded pile of shirts and shoes on your bedroom floor.

Your heart feels as if it’s beating a hole through your chest, like it’ll fall into Joel’s hands as he leans over your body, knees between your open legs, as his palms run down your chest, between your breasts. Over the globes of them, calloused thumb circling around your nipple. Your breath caught in your throat as you press yourself up into his touch. He’s taking you in, letting his eyes trail every dip, possible mole, scar, and marking on your skin. How your chest heaves in response to his hand. How your breasts fit in his palm. How you gasp and cry into the air when he leans down and swirls his tongue around one of your nipples before sucking it into his mouth, teeth lightly scraping against the sensitive flesh when he pulls off and does the same to the other one.

His mouth finding its way back to yours again. His hips canting against yours; you can feel his cock digging into your thigh. And when you let your hand skate between the two of you to give him more friction. A dizzying desire to feel more of his heat and need for you burning through your skin and to your core, where you truly crave him.

The deep grunt that falls from his mouth and onto your waiting tongue sends a shockwave of arousal through your entire body. Being. You want to hear it again, want to pull every noise from this man with your body and mouth until you are both drained and cursing yourselves for not doing this sooner. And you know he wants to do the same. Wants to catalog every pressure point and sensitive bit of your flesh so he can draw this out, can rile you up with a simple touch, scrape of teeth, run of his tongue along your jugular. Until you tell him how badly you can’t stand not having him inside of you.

He's leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach, his fingers digging into the skin above your jeans, holding your hips still. Preventing you from moving them the way you want to from each press and prickle from his mouth and beard—scalding the nerves of your skin and making your insides whirl.

"Lift your hips for me, sweetheart." Joel murmurs into your skin as his fingers curl into the waistband of your jeans. Your body feels barren and cool away from his heat as he sits back on his knees, your hips lifting as he frees your legs from their confines. His thumb runs along the lace of your underwear, dipping lower and lower until it’s pressing into that wet spot. A silent, smug praise tugs at the corner of his lopsided smile as his eyes look up to yours.

If your mind was working coherently and not filled with Joel Joel Joel (the way he smells woodsy and rugged, the way something deep and gruff reverberates in his chest when your teeth sink into the skin of his neck, and how he keeps looking at you like a fine art piece hung in the Louvre. Movements quick and gentle as he pulls your underwear down your thighs, making quick work to push your legs apart, fingers digging into the back of your thigh as he lets himself take his time adorning you fully on display for him) there'd be a sassy remark aimed at him.

The callus of his thumb nicks your swollen clit, eliciting a whimper from your lips, your hips following the descent of his finger as it spreads you apart. Trailing a line from your clit to dip into your entrance, gathering your arousal on the pad of his finger, his eyes on yours as he presses it against his tongue. A burning hunger in his eyes as he sucks your wetness from his fingers.

You're a panting mess by the time Joel positions his head between your legs, arms wrapped behind your thighs, lips, teeth, and tongue trailing up your inner thigh. Your fingers clench the blanket in anticipation, need, and want. The closer his mouth gets to your center, the more you can feel his hot breath moving in, the potential love bites and marks he’s leaving on your inner thigh—all a certain type of torture you don’t think you’re strong enough to put up with right now.

You lift your head to start begging, to plead with your torturer, but he’s speaking before you can.

"Wanna take my time, sweetheart." His tongue swirls at the joint of your inner thigh. And just as earlier, the words you mean to get out, to speak from the storm cloud of lust in your head, die in the back of your throat when Joel runs the flat of his tongue up the seam of your pussy. The torturous muscle wraps you around his tongue, following the slowest path to your clit, until the tip of his tongue flicks, making a pattern of strokes and licks, until his lips wrap around the swollen nerve, making you feel delirious. Keeps pulling gasps, moans, and pants of pleasure and ecstasy from your parted mouth; head thrown back on pillows; legs trembling around his head from the blazing fire that grows and grows the more he consumes you.

The more his nose nicks your clit when he fucks you with his tongue, the more his fingers dig into your quivering legs to keep you anchored to the bed and his mouth.

It feels like hours with how slowly he goes. Keeps you dangling from the ledge with every stroke and suck. Every soothing indent his fingers are leaving in your thigh. Your skin slicked with sweat, knuckles cramped from its grip in the blanket. When your moans go up in pitch he goes slower in that motion, that spot that has you seeing stars. Then he lets your breath come back to you with slow strokes of his tongue at your entrance, giving attention to the other parts of you that you didn’t think could elicit such erotic noises from your lungs.

Your fingers find their way into those disheveled strands you’ve been waiting a lifetime to thread through. To pull and keep yourself from the feeling of floating away from the intensity of the pleasure. From your orgasm coming closer and closer until you’re panting his name, "Joel, Joel, Joel–fuck," your body shaking, the cries pulled out from this man burning your throat as you finally fall from the ledge and into him; his tongue coated in you, his chin wet with your essence.

Your body sensitive and heavy as you come down, a sweaty heat making you feel sticky. Joel’s fingers seem to bypass every sensitive part though, as his palm caresses the tops of your thighs, your hips, your curves, the side of your breast. Until he’s reached your burning cheeks, mouth pressing the gentlest of kisses to your lips. The kiss was slow and gentle. Your arousal coats your taste buds when his tongue meets yours.

The kiss feeling more intimate than before, more heady. Knocking you right back on that loop you just got off of. That ache and throb he just sedated starting again in your belly, moving to where your thighs are soaked.

"You’re overdressed," you murmur against his lips. Joel kisses you again, your open mouths exchanging a breathy chuckle.

"Do you wanna change that?"

The question holds more than just the surface level of a joke and an answer of "yeah, obviously." There’s a seriousness to it that makes you pull back from his lips and stare up at him. His thumb traces a soothing pattern into the bottom of your chin, his eyes holding an unspoken reassurance that he’s fine with it ending right here. With him just pleasing you, getting to take you apart and reassemble you with tender touches and a torturous mouth.

It can be all about you.

It is all about you.

You deserve nothing less.

His eyes and soft grin speak unspoken.

Your nod is slow and reassuring. Your fingertips copy the motions of his thumb against the patches of skin in his damp beard. "Unless you’d rather help me get the stain out of my couch that you caused."

"I caused?" His brows shoot up.

"It's to be expected when you can't keep your hands off of me," you say before shrieking as he pinches your side. His lips kissing your scowl away—a problem you foresee in the near future.

The kiss lasts for minutes (centuries you wish). Your fingertips never lift from the other's face, moving along jawlines, chins, and cheek bones. His chest comfortably against yours, giving you that heat you missed so dearly. His cock still stiff and hot in his jeans, grinding slowly against your pelvis.

Is this how it’s supposed to feel? When feelings haven't even been discussed yet, but you just know? Already know what each touch, kiss, and caress holds behind it. Telling a wordless story in the way he had wanted to give you pleasure first—to taste—and take his time making you feel everything his mouth could do. Everything he wanted to do to you.

He wasn’t thinking about himself after the fact. Wasn’t rushing to put you in a position that made it all about his pleasure. Giving you little to no space to cool down, regain your bearings, and have that fire slowly relight and become more tantalizing, as he is right now.

You really did date assholes.

Your fingers move to his chest, splaying your palm along his body until you’ve reached where he’s hard and pressing against you. Your fingers curl around the outline of him. Stroking, massaging.

"I want you, Joel." You breathe into his mouth.

He growls against your lips in something akin to frustration and agony. It makes something inside of you sink, overthink that maybe he doesn’t actually want to push it past the points you’ve already reached. Maybe it’s too much, all too soon, for this new territory of your friendship—even if it already seemed a little too late with the couch confessions and his saliva still coating your center.

He must see the thoughts volleying in your head because he’s scolding himself under his breath and shaking his head. A soothing touch placed on your skin. "I feel like I’m some horny teenager again, with how bad I want you." His chuckle soothes your heart, "I don’t have-"

And you can't help but laugh at his waving hand towards his pockets and the sentence he's about to finish.

"Jesus, Joel. Bless anyone who's ever thought you were the ungentlemanly type." Here you were worrying about whether or not he wanted you, the proof being clearer than just his dick against your fingers. While the only thing on his mind was protection.

"Glad I’m amusin’ to you."

Cupping his cheeks, you pull him back to your lips. "All a girl wants is a decent man to make her laugh, not break her heart, and be able to make her come. And so far you’ve done all three." You let your tongue slip between your mouths and run along his bottom lip, "I’m good if you are."

I’m clean.

I take a little pill every day because life is chaotic enough and I don’t want any surprises.

We’re protected.

Now take me already.

The drag of your tongue, the roll of your hips against him, the little whimper you let out when he bites your lip—speaks for you.

It’s all either of you needs to rid Joel of his jeans: hands tangled in belt loops, tugs, pulls, pushing until he’s completely bare in front of you. Your breath hitches when you feel the underside of his cock spreading you and running along your clit slowly and languidly. The heat of him feels nothing compared to your own, the throb and ache of requisite in every roll and drag.

And when neither of you can stand it anymore, when he’s grunting and you’re begging, he leans up on an elbow, hand wrapped around his cock, lining himself up to your entrance. Your breath leaves your lungs, stomach falling falling down to where he’s pushing into you. Stretching you, filling you until there’s no telling where either of you ends or begins. Attached by that intangible string of pleasure and bliss of only being able to feel each other.

"Fuck," Joel groans. Mouth finding your shoulder, breath hot and heavy. His thrusts start leisurely, taking his time in that way you’re learning he loves to do. Loves to compartmentalize up what you need—more, faster, harder. Going off of the moans panted into his neck, nails digging into his back.

There's a hand gripped in the pillow beside your head, another at your breast, his mouth connected to your neck, your jaw, your chin, your lips. His hips slamming against your open thighs, thrusts deep, sharp. His cock hitting places that make your back arch, his name strung together with pleas for more. The slapping of skin and wet squelching of bodily fluids between the two of you making a symphony of lewd delight.

When the hand at your breast hikes up one of your legs, the cry you let out is swallowed by his mouth. The deeper he fucks into you, the more your body shakes, the more you feel him completely consuming you. turning you into someone who will never get enough of this. Of him. Of how good he's making you feel.

"Sound s’pretty," his tongue brushes against the underside of your chin, teeth nipping at the bone. A trail of him brought down to the shell of your ear. Where his heavy breaths and grunts fill you just as his cock does. Fills you to the brink of pain turned satisfying pleasure, as each stroke brings you closer to a precipice he’s already pushed you from. "Can’t believe I held myself back from you."

"Joel."

"I should knock out every asshole who thought to hurt you, t’not love you the way you deserve. Put you first," he slips his hand between your slick bodies, palm hot against your pelvis as his thumb rubs fast tight circles around your clit. His words getting filthier, ragged. Becoming heaving breaths against your ear as he fucks you faster. As his thumb matches the pace, as you grow closer and closer. Led by his words and pushed over by his cock.

"That’s it, sweetheart." He’s encourages as you come. As he fucks you through it, as that white-hot heat makes your body contort against his. Cling and squeeze around him. The string of groans and curses, your name mixed with something incoherent but soft and deep, makes your chest swish—bit into your skin as Joel comes not long after.

And after the two of you have cleaned up enough to call it satisfactory, two new beers condensing on your night stand. Your cheek pressed into his chest as your bodies lay pressed together under your sheet. His chin resting atop your forehead, a soft brush of fingertips at your spine—there’s cheesy grins on your faces, "Tommy’s going to have a heyday."

"He owes me fifty bucks."

There’s faux shock on your face when you turn and lean on your elbow to look at him, "excuse me?"

"He didn't think I'd ever tell ya," Joel shrugs as his hand caresses your shoulder. A fondness in his eyes, "I never do anything for myself." You press a kiss to his thumb, "I think we both deserve something good for once though."

"I guess I solved the mystery of how to get Joel Miller to be soft," you joke. Nip at the skin of his thumb playfully.

"I ain’t soft." He grumbles.

"Postcoitous Joel disagrees with that statement," you say. The dramatic roll his eyes do makes you laugh. Your teeth nipping his thumb harder, a bite this time, you shift so you’re on top of him. Sitting up on your knees. "Since this bet is half at my expense.."

"Expense, huh?" His palm grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes, causing you to rock in his lap. His cock already twitching to life again.

"I think we should get you your money's worth," you smirk.

"That's the smartest thing you've said all night," his fingers tangled in your back hair, pulling your mouth down to his in a hard kiss, before you get the chance to at least pretend to be offended.

#joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller one shot #joel miller x y/n #joel miller imagine #joel miller x you #pedro pascal smut #joel miller fluff #the last of us smut #joel miller fic #joel miller fanfic #the last of us fic #pedro pascal fics #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction

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choiyawnzjun · 3 months

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୨୧ pairing ; boyfriendsyoungerbrother!jake x afab!reader

୨୧ sypnosis ; maybe that little bet with your boyfriends brother wasn’t such a bad idea.. you told yourself it would just be once due to the bet.. but why are you left wanting more?

୨୧ warnings ; slight degradation, fingering, overstimulation, unprotected sex, tit sucking. ( lemme know if i missed anything )

୨୧ genre ; smut, 18+

୨୧ wc ; 1300

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jake smashed his lips onto yours, running his hands all over your body while you had your arms around his neck. he was a very good kisser.. way better than your boyfriend.

you could already feel jake’s hardening dick against you, rubbing against your bare thigh, slightly rutting himself against you to get rid of the throbbing pain he was feeling. you both let go of the sloppy kiss to catch your breaths, a thin string of spit being formed that connected his soft lips to yours.

you both stumbled your way into the living room and he immediately pushed you down onto the sofa, quickly getting on top of you to leave a trail of kisses from your neck to your chest. you were wearing a low-cut shirt so he had easy access to your huge tits, bringing the front of your shirt down to reveal your black lacey bra that made him even weaker.

“oh, fuck..” he murmured, the lust filled within him forcing him to rip your bra off in a swift motion, leaning down to suck on your hardening nub while one of his hands massaged the other. his other hand made its way to your shorts, tugging onto the hem of them to tell you to take them off.

you complied and felt a little guilty since there was a very obvious wet patch on your panties. you pushed away the guilt and focused on the moment at hand, already feeling hot from the way jake was flicking his tongue onto your sensitive nub then switching to the other. his other hand was rubbing harsh circles onto your clit, he had pushed your panties to the side to give him better access.

you couldn’t contain your moans any longer and finally let them out instead of muffling them with your hand.

“you’re such a dirty whore, noona.” jake panted, slipping a finger into your wet hole, your tight walls made him groan but also made him feel a little good since it meant his brother hadn’t fucked you in a while.

you squirmed under his touch, he had gotten up but his hand was still massaging your tits, pinching and twisting your sensitive nub. the overwhelning pleasure had already gotten the knot in your abdomen tightening quickly. jake added two more of his thick fingers, curling them to hit your g-spot which made you clamp down on them, indicating you were close.

“aw, has my dear brother not been pleasing you right, noona?” he cooed at your messy state. your hair was splayed all over and your lips were slightly bruised from the heavy makeout you guys had not long before.

jake was still pumping his fingers inside you but all of a sudden, his speed increased, making your legs tremble and your back arch slightly. who knew that you could cum from fingers alone? whenever your boyfriend did something like this, it was not at all as good as jake’s.

“answer me, slut.” he had brought his other hand that was massaging your tits down towards your clit to rub circles, you shut your eyes as you were about to cum, your legs shaking as your arm reached towards one of jake’s wrists.

“mhm..” you managed to mewl out, you bucked your hips up as you came, whining and tightening your grip onto jake’s wrist. jake almost came in his pants just from the sight since he had been fantasing about you for god knows how long and now his fantasies were finally coming true. he helped you ride out your first orgasm until he finally pulled out his fingers and licked them clean in front of you, ensuring that you saw him do this.

“fuck, i know i said i wanted to fuck your tits but m’ gonna fill you up until you’ll only ever want my cum.” he groaned, unzipping his pants and pulling his huge cock out. the sight of his cock that slapped against his stomach made your mouth water, he was definitely bigger than his brother. your hole clenched around nothing as you imagined how good his dick would feel inside you.

he prods his leaking tip onto your leaking hole, making you let out cries of desperation, wanting him to shove it in already.

“tell me if you wanna stop, yeah?” he says, smirking as you shook your head no right as he said that.

“gonna fuck you the way you should’ve been fucked from the start.” he groaned, finally sliding himself easily into your sopping hole. you slung your arms around him again to bring him closer to you.

“jakey..” you released a filthy mewl as his hard cock hit places your boyfriend never could. he loved that nickname that fell out of your sweet, pretty mouth. he finally started moving when you were begging him to, setting a steady pace for you two.

your tight hole was giving him so much pleasure that it made him want to start chasing his own orgasm, you were still a little sensitive from your previous one. each time he pulled out, the coat of cream around his cock was more than before. he looked down to watch the way you took him perfectly, making him think your pussy was basically made for his cock.

“hm, you like this, noona?” he grunted, his speed starting to get rougher, the skin slapping around the room echoing and bouncing of the walls.

“i love it.” you confessed, every stroke of his cock made you closer and closer to your upcoming climax.

“should’ve been fucking you ages ago, ever since you first came to the house, i’ve always wanted to but you were always with my bitchy brother.” well, you didn’t really wanna lie and say you didn’t think jake was at least a tiny bit attractive when you first saw him.

“and i know you’ve been eye-fucking me for a while now.” he moans, his thrusts starting to get sloppy as you clamped down on him. after a month of dating your boyfriend, you’d started to watch jake everytime you came over, rubbing your thighs together whenever you saw him practising some football drills in the garden then using his tank top to wipe the sweat on his face, giving you a full view of his sculpted body.

and whenever he’d catch you staring, you’d look away and pretend you were leaving the kitchen.

“i’m gonna cum again, jakey.” you cried, your legs shaking violently once again while he thrusted into your hole mercilessly, still chasing his orgasm. you spasmed against him as you creamed all over his cock, whining as jake still continued at a fast pace, overstimulating you.

your nails dug into his back as you leaned your head back against the sofa, your eyes rolling while your tongue unconsciously lolled out of your mouth.

“i’m sorry, baby. i’m so close just-..” before he could finish his sentence, he was already spilling inside you, loads of his cum painting your walls. he leaned over you, his head falling as he stilled, groaning as he came.

now, you’re both panting and gasping for air. you both were now sweaty and smelled of sex.

“oh, fuck.” he let out, making eye contact with you. you don’t really know what to say other than the fact that this was probably the best sex you’ve ever had. you both decided to sort yourselves out before your parents and sister came back home. before jake opened the door, he brought you in for another kiss, his hands trailing down to feel up your ass and then finally letting go and leaving.

shit, you know you only told yourself this would just be one time due to a silly bet.. but why do you want more?

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hypnos333 · 4 months

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The Sun kiss

Apollo x Goddess Reader

Synopsis: You and Apollo are different in a lot of ways, moon and sun never went together until it did.

You tended the moon with your very being, most times you don’t have too because you have moon Nymphs for that but most times you like to do it yourself.

They were not meant to be romantic, they were just meant to be. All Apollos teasing and flirting really did flatter you. He was the god of the Sun and such and You were the goddess of the Moon and epitome of enigma. Your appearance match it too. Your moon like freckles with his sun-kissed looks goes perfectly well together and Apollo imagined this all the time.

You both made the sun and moon meet every once every while to see each other again.

You always admire him at dawn just to see him pull the sun up. And you always find it hot every time he does pull the sun up.

Every time he kisses you, your freckles glow brighter and then turn to a bright sun color instead of its original white. His kisses make you feel a certain way, a brighter feeling.

You always remember an argument that occurred, you forgot the reason but something Apollo said sticked out to you.

“Don’t you get it? You and me… We’re the same baby” Apollo argued making you gaped at him in disbelief

“No. Do you know what the difference is between us? I am full on darkness and silence and you are filled with light and happiness” You snap back crossing your arms.

“Oh my muse, I wish you can see what I see” He said in a gentle tone making you confused. Before shaking your head and turning to go handle the moon before midnight.

We’re the same… The sun kiss makes you different in a lot of ways, It makes you glow, your freckles more. So you went to test that theory, You pulled him into a kiss longer than usual making your freckles now half white half orange sunrise color.

“What the fuck” You said before looking at your form, you were confused. You felt different than before and Apollo knew why.

“Baby you are now in control of the sunset and sunrise with my help of course” He said making you look at him in curiosity.

“So I can touch the sun now?” You asked making him nod in excitement. “Of course my Muse” He answered excitedly.

“You can continue leading the moon though, I would never take your deity away but now you have another one to own with yours truly” Apollo explained Confidently. Making you pull him in another kiss.

“Thank you” You mumbled making his smile in a love sick way.

Anything for you, My Muse” He said back going in for another kiss

#apollo x reader #greek mythology x reader #Apollo god of sun #greek myth x reader

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asterias-record-shop · 11 months

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i need to see ethan meeting readers mom🙈 like imagine her visiting reader in new york without even knowing about ethan so when she gets there its like unexpected and hes all flustered and nervous!!🤭 AHH he's so cute💘

—𓆩[pancakes]𓆪—

𓆩[main masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪

AH YES HES SO CUTE OMG I CAN SEE IT NOW!! Also, this was meant to be so much longer but tumblr deleted it while I was making the banner so I’m so sorry 🧍🏽‍♀️ good boy is used in a non-sexual sense but like in a sexual sense y’know-

Ethan was trying to be nice, he was. He picked up some cooking classes and wanted to make you some breakfast, and after a particularly fun night, he was able to.

He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, smiling as you squirmed softly before slipping on some shorts before stepping out. The floor was cold making him hiss softly, but when he stepped into the kitchen, he screams loudly.

A woman who resembled you stood in the kitchen flipping pancakes, dropping the spatula as Ethan covers his chest. “Who are you?!”

“Who am I? Who are you?!”

“I’m Ethan!”

“Who’s Ethan?!”

“I’m Ethan!”

“Ethan? What’s going on?!” You yelled as you ran out, gasping. “Mom!”

“Mom?!” Ethan was shocked, quickly covering his chest. “H-Hi Ms. L/N.”

Your mom paused, gasping. “Oh! Oh, Ethan!”

You giggle. “Mom, this is Ethan Landry, my boyfriend,” it was weird, you introducing him to your mother after he railed you last night and you wore his shirt that went down to mid thigh. “E, this is my mom.”

“Hi- Hello. Hello, Ms. L/N.”

She laughs. “Hi Ethan. You can call me by my first name, you don’t have to be so formal. Y/N, honey, want to go get changed? I’ll have breakfast done in a bit.”

You nod, smiling at her before turning and pressing a soft kiss to Ethan’s lips. “Be good?”

He nods obediently. “Y-Yes. Yeah, I will. Promise.”

You giggled. “Good boy.”

Your words make him shiver as you pressed another kiss to his lips. “I love you.”

“I-I love you, I love you too.”

You giggle again, walking off as your mom laughs. “Ethan, will you come help me put the eggs and bacon on the plates?”

He nods quickly, running over and opening the cupboard. “Th-Thank you for cooking, ma’am. I was coming to make breakfast, but-”

“I beat you to it!” She laughs. “Do you like chocolate chip pancakes? Y/N loves chocolate chip pancakes.”

He nods. “I-I do.”

She claps her hands. “Perfect!” She goes around him, gasping.

Fucking hell, of course she saw.

“Ethan, honey, you might want to put a shirt on. And some ointment.”

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#asterias-record-shop #requests open #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #scream six #scream movies #scream vi #scream fanfic #scream factory #ethan landry x fem!reader

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strwberri-milk · 2 months

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Streaks of Vermillion

Rafayel x Reader || Hurt/Comf || 1, 238 words

a/n: uhh i finished the myths for rafa and thought this thing up and its has referenced death of reader but youre not acc dead i promise its all the set up hurt/comf/rafa feeling so many Things for you

Oh God what he would give to stop seeing that colour on you.

To the God of the Sea, this is the happiest day of his life.

And when he kisses her, he devotes the entire ocean to his beloved.

It couldn’t have been better if he willed it. The sight of you standing in front of him, arms wrapped tightly around his waist as you playfully scold him to not try dropping you into the crystalline azure beneath your feet. He can barely hear it with the blood rushing through his ears, the angelic notes of your voice brushing against him like seaweed against his fingertips.

To surrender his heart to you is a happy thing, he thinks. It wouldn’t change things, not at all. You’ve held his heart in your hands since the day he met you. Your fingers brushed against the surface of his being, shallow ripples drawing the attention of an ever curious younger him. The only thing he knows with confidence from that moment forward was how to love you.

It’s why he’s deluding himself that your voice in his ear isn’t slowly getting weaker, tears staining the side of his throat simply just tears of joy. You were happy, weren’t you? You told him as much constantly, reminding him that he is – no, was – your saviour. It’s why he pretends your normally secure grip on him is loosening, fingers trembling against his shoulders in a way he knows isn’t pleasure.

The hot release of your body coats his fingers, lithe hands unable to turn wrists in the way that you need him to. Instead, he holds you tightly, muttering affectionate words into your ear.

“You’re doing so good for me.”

“Just hang on, just a little longer.”

“That’s it, just like that.”

They burn his throat coming up, butterflies in his stomach pounding incessantly against skin and bone – maybe they’re scales now, he can’t tell.

You gasp in response, a pathetic sounding whimper ringing out and making his stomach drop.

“Rafayel, please,” you plead, stuttering breaths pushing insistently against the column of his throat.

His hand is sticky, blood already beginning to dry in the arid temperatures of the desert. The blade penetrates your body, just shy of the heart you’ve returned to him.

He feels your hand come up to cup his cheek, a reassuring smile still on your face.

“I meant it when I said it Rafayel. My heart is yours. From this life to the next.”

Your body is cold to the touch. He can’t explain why. You were just fine earlier, smiling brightly at him as you tried to convince him to rest. Sunlight streams in through the windows and he thought the rays supposed to keep you warm.

He can’t understand why this is happening to him again, not here, not now.

Scarlet pools underneath your body, Rafayel’s eyes unable to see anything else. His breath catches in his chest, bile rising up in his throat and tainting his breath.

His arms go under your body, recoiling at how warm it is there. He feels your heat slowly dissipating, streaks of read marking his hands and your face. He wills himself not to lose focus, picking you up to try and get you some help. He feels the thudding of his heart pounding heavily against his chest, trying in vain not to throw up at the feeling in his stomach.

He can hear your voice calling to him. His name always sounds so pretty on your tongue and it’s all he can think about before he hears the loud thud of your body hitting the ground.

“Rafayel! What are you doing?!”

Your perplexed expression looks up at him from the ground. He watches you massage the side of your body that hit the ground, grimacing a little.

“Why are your hands so cold? And why didn’t you respond after I started hitting you?!”

“I…I was washing paintbrushes,” he replies numbly, faintly remembering getting up to try and organise some of his supplies.

“The water heater’s been acting up so all the water in the house is ice cold. I forgot.”

Vibrant hues of red and orange dye his room from the setting sun, painting your face and body in them. It takes his eyes a while to readjust to the vibrancy, shaky fingers wanting to reach out and hold you but he can’t be sure this is reality. He looks to his hands, clenching them into fists to try and restore some feeling into the stiff joints.

“Poor thing,” you coo, picking up on the change in his demeanour as you reach out to take his hands and try to warm them up in yours.

“You must be freezing. It’s like there was no blood running to your hands at all.”

You were horribly wrong. There was blood – far too much of it.

Silence envelopes the two of you, something Rafayel was beginning to forget when he found you again. You choose not to let it bother you too much, seeing the somber expression on his face. You’re not sure what to make of it, biting your lip as you try to find the right words to say to him.

“Do you…want to talk about it?” you try after a moment.

“About what?”

Rafayel’s long since turned his attention to an abandoned canvas in front of him. You come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He stiffens in your hold for half a second before relaxing, exhaling deeply.

“You’re not normally that spaced out. Do you remember anything?”

He turns to face you for a brief second before looking back to the canvas. You can’t tell if his refusal to answer is because he’s genuinely forgotten or because he’s choosing not to answer you. You decide it’s the former and help him out.

“You were absolutely exhausted so I told you to go take a nap. Then I got tired so I laid down with you. I guess you woke up before I did and went back to your painting. Next thing I know you woke me up with a death grip around my body and proceeded to ignore me until I threw myself out of your arms and onto the floor.”

He remains silent and you find it a little foreboding. Rafayel’s chatty nature was something that endeared him to you. You know it’s a representation of his affection to you and the fact that he’s quiet always means he’s thinking about things. Despite the overly dramatic and whiney personality that Rafayel had you understood well that it was a cover for something he wasn’t yet comfortable enough telling you.

You bury your face in his neck, breathing in the smell of salt and paint mixed in with something unmistakably him. He leans into your touch, showing you that he heard you.

“Is that so?” he says after a bit, suddenly standing up and taking your hand in his.

You find yourself being taken back to his bed, quietly pushed against the sheets and pulled into his arms. You don’t miss the way his hand comes up to rest against your chest, Rafayel’s breath tickling your hair as he takes a deep breath.

“Did you have a nightmare or something?” you try again, ignoring the slight gnawing in your stomach of concern for him.

“Just thought about something I wish I could forget,” he mumbles, mind tiredly counting out the beating of your heart.

#love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace #rafayel x reader #rafayel love and deepspace #rafayel

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bloodlustngore · 5 months

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Stop Sneaking!

Vanessa Shelly (Afton) x reader

(I apologise for this being rather short, I’m trying to get into writing things & since my hyper fixation for fnaf is back after watching the movie, I had to add Vanessa to the list of characters I will write for)

Summary: Vanessa finds it funny to sneak up on her partner in the basement.

Word count: 600

One of the breakers needed turning back on, it seemed one of the animatronics found it funny to switch it off, I had mentioned to Vanessa over the radio that I was going to check it out and leave the area I was meant to patrol first thing. Vanessa didn't seem to mind, other than her words 'please be careful' her and I knew what was going on around here...and so did she, so we were usually careful.

I made my way to the ground floor where the breaker for this certain area would be located. "God, I hate being down here" I sighed, my flashlight kept tripping out and it was the most annoying thing, because down here only had red lights and those weren't very helpful nor were those lights very bright.

I flinched at the sound of something falling over, I knew what happened here, I knew what was going on. But the place still gave me the creeps. I wished I convinced Vanessa to come with me right now. That and the fact that literally anything could pop up any moment and scare me which I wasn't going to be prepared for. It reached three a.m and usually these things happen.

"Don't run out now!" I sighed, tapping my flashlight trying to make it stay on for a bit longer. Why did I get a flash light that I had to charge instead of the battery pack one that Vanessa had? Because I like to make things harder for myself. I felt like there was someone behind me, but I didn't want to turn around and find out who.

"Gotcha!" A familiar voice shouted, a pair of arms wrapped around my waist and I almost could've screamed but instead I jumped...it was Vanessa, I sighed and she laughed. "Fucking hell Ness! Stop sneaking up on me like that!"

Vanessa was still laughing, she let go of my waist, trying to calm herself down. "Its not fucking funny! Could've given me a heart attack!"

"Oh, don't be so dramatic, babe. You're still alive. Its fun to sneak up on you." Vanessa added as she calmed down a bit from her fit of laughter. I stood there with my arms folded, giving her a glare. "Don't glare at me" Vanessa threatened.

"I'll do what I want" I shrugged.

"We'll see about that." Vanessa smirked. I had gotten flustered a bit from her words. Vanessa reached over from me and switched the breaker on, it sparked a slight bit but still worked as the light on it went green. "There that should do it. C'mon we gotta sort out this 'problem'" Vanessa added. She held her hand out to me, she knew that the basement of this place always creeped me out no matter how long I'd been here. I took her hand and tried to shake my flashlight on again but the battery had completely died.

"Fuck." I rolled my eyes.

"Flashlight is out."

Vanessa chuckled "guess you're sticking with me then Y/n. When we're done we're going to a store to get you a better flashlight" My girlfriend added. I groaned because all I wanted to do was go home and sleep after all of this. "Too bad. We’re sleeping. And I'm getting my revenge later."

"You know I'm not easily scared" Vanessa added. She stopped in her tracks, letting go of my hand. She turned to look at me. "I will get'cha" I added.

"You could try" Vanessa smirked. She paused a moment and then kissed my cheek. "But it won't work."

"We gotta get back to work, come on."

Oh I will try and I'll succeed, eventually.

#vanessa shelly #Vanessa Shelly x reader #vanessa afton #vanessa Afton x reader #fnaf x reader #I don’t know where I was going with this #reader might get her revenge 🤷‍♀️#who knows #I thought this was funny & cute

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yandere-writer-momo · 5 months

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This was so hard to write so I decided to make it a short story. Love triangles are hard. But enjoy!

Yandere Baki Short Stories: The Friendzone

Yandere Hanayama Kaoru x Childhood Afab Reader x Yandere Katsumi Orochi

Obsidian eyes shifted toward the door, his leg bounced up and down in anticipation. Where was she? She normally wasn’t late… it was two minutes past her usual time when she would come to see him. Did something happen? Was she okay? Did he need to send some of his men to fetch her?

Kaoru felt so anxious. So anxious. So anxious. So. Anxious.

Kaoru sighed in relief when the familiar form of (your name) peaked her head in the door. Her smile as bright as the sun when they locked eyes. There she was… thank god.

“Did you miss me that much?” (Your name) gave Kaoru a teasing look. “The train took a little longer than normal.”

“I’ve told you that I can just send my men to bring you here so you don’t have to pay for the subway.” (Your name) waved Kaoru off.

“I don’t think it’d go well if some men in suits take me into their fancy car after work. People would think I’m your wife or something.” (Your name) giggled but Kaoru didn’t mind the sound of her becoming his wife. They’ve known each other for so many years now… wouldn’t it make sense to end up with each other? “Just like people think I’m Katsumi’s wife.”

Kaoru felt his mood immediately soured. He couldn’t stand that she was also friends with the karate brat. And the fact that she’s known Katsumi longer than him.

“You don’t always have to make time for me to come see you. I know you’re busy.” (Your name) smiled warmly at him. Her hands fold shyly in front of her.

“I’ll always make time for you, you’re important to me.” Kaoru replied in a soft tone specifically reserved for her.

Emotions were not Kaoru’s specialty. He was what one would call… emotionally constipated. Kaoru could only express his earnest feelings through acts of service and gift giving. And it frustrated him that (your name) was so dense.

Kaoru had tried having relations with other women but he felt as if he was cheating on (your name) the moment one tried to touch him. He was only loyal to his dearest friend who had no idea how much he loved her.

(Your name) lit up at Kaoru’s words. Kaoru was truly one of her closest friends. He meant so much to her.

“And you’re important to me too.” Kaoru’s heart fluttered, his ears turned a bit pink. He knew she meant platonically, but he couldn’t help the excitement that seeped into his heart. He was important to her… they were important to each other. That’s all that mattered to him.

(Your name) took her usual seat in front of Kaoru’s desk while he worked. The yakuza smiled as she made small talk with him. Oh how he wished she could just stay in his compound with him permanently. How badly he wished she’d sit on his lap while he filled out this mountain of paperwork. He wanted her head nuzzled into his chest in the morning while he worked after a night of passionate love making. Kaoru wanted her fingers to travel over the scars on his face while she pressed tender kisses to each one. Kaoru’s fantasies were becoming too much for him to handle.

Day dreams often slipped into his reality, the possibilities of his love being reciprocated danced through his head just as much as her soft voice and gentle mannerisms. Kaoru wanted (your name) so badly… he felt as if he’d snap in a second.

Kaoru nearly jumped out of his skin when (your name) placed her hand on his. His heart pounded in his chest like a bird desperate to escape its cage. She had his full attention now.

“You’re trembling… are you not feeling well?” (Your name) furrowed her brow in concern, her thumb ran over his scarred knuckles in a soothing manner. “I could come another time-“

Hanayama took her hand in his and brought it up to his lips. Kaoru pressed a long kiss to the back of her hand, his dark eyes focused on her shocked expression.

“If it were up to me, you’d be here everyday.” Kaoru whispered into the soft skin of her hand, his gaze never left her eyes. He looked like a predator staring down his prey and she felt so small under him. “You still don’t have a lover, right?”

(Your name)’s face turned a bright shade of red when she tried to glance away from his intense gaze. “I don’t… I have no luck with such things. I’ve been so hopeless, my mother has been looking to match make me.”

Kaoru gently grabbed her chin and tilted her head up to meet his smoldering gaze once more.

“Well why don’t you just-“ a knock at the door interrupted them. Kaoru frowned but reluctantly released her chin. “Come in.”

One of his men came in with a nervous expression. “Hate to bother you, boss. But the business deal didn’t go well. We might have to handle it with a different approach.”

Kaoru nodded at his henchman, the yakuza sent an apologetic look to his (your name). He really didn’t want to call their time together short but work called to him.

“Can we reschedule for tomorrow? I could take you out to dinner?” Kaoru offered (your name) with a smile. This may be his chance to finally convey his feelings for her… they could make it official and finally eliminate the karate brat down the picture.

“Oh I can’t tomorrow, I’ll be hanging out with Katsumi.” Kaoru felt himself mentally deflate like a balloon. His hopes were dashed in an instant. Of course she would be hanging out with the karate brat.

(Your name) instantly noticed Kaoru’s shift in mood so she back tracked. “But I’ll be free on Friday if you’d like to have dinner then.”

“I’ll pick you up around six in the afternoon.” Kaoru told her with a slight smile. It was a date! Kaoru would finally take her out on a date! He was so excited on the inside.

(Your name) gave Kaoru a small smile. She wondered if she made the right choice…

“(Your name)!” Katsumi practically leapt at the young woman, his arms wrapped tightly around her smaller form. A big, goofy grin on his lips. “I missed you so much!”

(Your name) giggled as Katsumi swung her around in his arms. Katsumi had always been the physically affectionate type of friend since they were children.

“Katsumi, it’s only been a day!” (Your name) squealed when he dipped her down, his nose pressed against hers.

“It felt like a year. You know I don’t like being apart from you for long.” Katsumi whispered with a lovesick grin. His eyes filled with adoration for her. “Why don’t you just move in with me?”

(Your name) reached up and tugged on the blue bandana wrapped around his head which made him laugh. The karateka pulled away with a smile. “Hey! It took me awhile to tie that.”

“I can’t move in with a guy.” (Your name) laughed as she gave Katsumi a smile. “I’m not even married.”

“We’ve been friends since we were eight. Why don’t we just get married?” Katsumi blushed, his palms now a bit sweaty from anticipation. He’s always wanted to marry (your name), even before they became close friends. She was the cutest girl in his grade and she was the sweetest. Wouldn’t it only be natural for them to end up with each other? Katsumi knew he was her best option. “I’m sure our parents would be thrilled.”

“If that were the logic then I’d have to marry Kaoru too.” (Your name) squirmed out of his vice like grip on her. “You both are so silly.”

Katsumi frowned. He hated that she was friends with Kaoru too. He could tell the yakuza held a torch for her and she was none the wiser. Didn’t she know of the danger Kaoru could indirectly put her in? How he was too rough? How Kaoru looked like he’d swallow her whole at any moment?

“But you don’t have a lover.” Katsumi pointed out. “Didn’t you say your mom is planning on match making you with someone? Why not be with someone you’re familiar with?” Katsumi hinted at her to choose him.

Katsumi would keep her safe. His life was pretty stable and he had a supportive family. She’d be comfortable by his side. Katsumi would spoil her rotten with his love. He’d give her the world if she wanted it. All he wanted in return was to give her a baby. Katsumi would give her as many babies as she’d like. As many as he physically could. He craved that domestic life with her more than anything in this world. All she had to do was say yes and he’d show her all the love a man could give a woman.

“You’re funny.” (Your name) giggled. “We’ve been best friends for years, Katsumi.”

“You’re going to another tournament soon, right? I heard the competition is stiff.” (Your name) changed the subject with ease. Katsumi responded with a bicep flex.

“Do you really think I wouldn’t win when I have muscles like these?” Katsumi and her shared a quick laugh. Even after all these years, he was still the same, cocky Katsumi. “Go on ahead. Touch them.”

(Your name) giggled, her hands touch the large muscle with a smile. Katsumi gave her a smirk, then he leaned over to whisper in her ear, “don’t you think I’m husband material?”

(Your name) swatted at Katsumi and giggled. A big smile on her face. “You’ll definitely be a great husband one day.”

Katsumi bit his lip. How could she be so cute and oblivious. The man wore his heart on his sleeve and he made his feelings known loud and clear. Yet she always thought it was a joke. Can’t she see he’s madly in love with her?

The two continued to chat at the cafe. Katsumi would occasionally touch their fingers together whenever he had the chance. He wanted to touch her more. Katsumi wanted her to love him back. It was killing him.

Katsumi smiled warmly at (your name) as she talked, his chocolate eyes never left her face. He was wrapped around her pinky and he had no intention of it being any other way…

(Your name) threw herself on her bed the moment she was home. The young woman screamed loudly into her pillow to muffle the sound. She didn’t know how much longer she could do this… First Kaoru and now Katsumi… she didn’t want to think about this anymore.

She loved her friends dearly, she truly did, but she knew she couldn’t give them the relationship they desired with her. She just couldn’t give them the romantic love they craved. They were her life-long friends. That was all.

She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she broke one of their hearts. They both deserved someone who could return the magnitude of their feelings and not someone who played with their hearts. (Your name) felt so much guilt.

So she pretended to be oblivious to their feelings. She had tried to let them down gently yet nothing worked.

(Your name) sighed and put her hands over her eyes. How the hell would she get herself out of this mess?

She didn’t realize a timer was ticking for her. That those two men weren’t going to wait any longer for an answer from her. No. They were going to make the decision for her.

Whether she liked it or not, she’d be one of their wives. The loser would have to deal with second best.

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karoochui · 5 months

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What im hearing is:

Little crow feet outside my window bcs im feeding them- that’s besides the point!

Is there magic??? His shovel looks magic and they look magic

And do give me every detail you are thinking of for the series even if its in the distant future or not that relevant but you want to share

Crows!! Cute!! Also sorry i didnt get to this sooner my laptop BROKE (still broken but usable) and my mom and i have been looking for someone to fix it. Ive been drawing with it sparingly to be careful.

YES there is magic. Of course im still working on this storywise but im getting characters designs n whatnot done right now. Dynamics n stuff. BUT i do have some refs i made before my laptop broke.

I like to draw out certain stuff so that it helps with descriptions in the future; i have the worst memory so it helps to be able to do so. (More beneath cut)

Im so excited for moon's shadow form. Oh my god. Its probably my favorite thing right now.

Fun thing about it is that in this form he can touch you but you cant touch him. Something something you can be cast in shadow but you cant take it off yk? He's still light sensitive like this though, so if the area hes in isn't dark enough or he's hit with anything too bright he just reverts back. At that point he'd just have to rely on normal hand to hand stuff and his sand lol. The shadow form is just better for sneaking and speed. Really, he's some amalgamative idea of the sandman and boogieman. I thought it fit well with his whole "naptime attendant gone wrong" thing.

Sun's design, however, is more like if you mixed a cowboy, wizard, and gravedigger together. I made it a while ago on a whim with no intention behind it but then i ended up thinking "ykw would be so awesome".

The hat dips to cover the crescent side of his face (not intentional on his part) to symbolize his resentment towards moon and how he basically damned him to an hourglass. His eyes are easier to see bc of this which could seem more trusting (eyes are the window to the soul or whatever), but the thing is thats not normal for him (as we know) so it's meant to make him look suspicious and looming to 4th wall viewers. There's also the fact that i just thought it was cool too.

He also doesn't get a second form. Moon's sneaky and weird so i thought it would fit to give him some freaky thing iykwim. Sun, however, is a pretty "in your face" kinda guy, so his look and fight style is more extravagant and boisterous. Lots of swinging amd yelling and boom bang zap! Despite the showiness he's actually a longer range fighter. Mainly because unlike moon, thousands of years ago, he wasn't often one to get violent with his hands. His weapon is just obnoxiously large too though.

They are still one animatronic and their transformation is still triggered by light. Instead of an AI chip though (which is still in there but long dead), they live through the work of a soul. They're still physically inorganic but as far as spiritually they're as close as they're gonna get to being human. Their life and functionailty is derived from the magic itself, not the machinery. Like if for some reason they lost all their magic they'd just drop dead from a battery life long since drained.

The hourglass has a carousel-like design to it purely as reference to moon's level in Help Wanted 2.

Sorry for rambling so much but this is what i've got for you so far! I have a general idea for the plot but im tryna to make it more than what it is rn, so i dont wanna share too much of that just yet in case i change or completely toss away an idea.

#fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf security breach #sundrop #fnaf moon #moondrop #binary resurgence: round 2 au #binary resurgence #my asks #mikas stuff #dca x reader #dca x y/n #sun x reader #moon x reader

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celtic-crossbow · 9 months

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Who Needs Forever?

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

Summary: (Season 10) Rewrite of a portion of the episode “Stalker.” You and Lydia find Daryl after the fight with Alpha, and he’s barely hanging on.

Warnings: Blood and injury

A/N: This scene always bugged me. Daryl was damn near bleeding to death and somehow little Lydia was able to move him and patch up what could have been a fatal wound? Once again, I should be working on requests but my brain took a detour. I’ll get to them, I promise!

©celtic-crossbow 2023. I do not allow for my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or placed on any other platform without my consent.

(Gif by Jaaryl)

The decrepit, little garage was lit only by the light of the moon by the time you followed Lydia to its doors. Adjusting Daryl’s crossbow on your shoulder, you called the girl’s name quietly, your expression conveying your earlier statement.

“We get her to tell us where Daryl is and then you do as you will. If she killed him, she belongs to me.”

Lydia nodded her acquiescence and entered before you. It was easy to make out Alpha on the ground but as you neared and could see the state she was in, the anxiety already resident in your stomach gnawed and twisted as a living being trying to claw its way out. Your steps quickened to bring you above daughter and mother, your breathing bordering hyperventilating. You stopped yourself, holding it in so you could hear what was being said.

The woman was spouting off her nonsense, her wheezing breaths barely audible. Your eyes narrowed. Wait. Those breaths weren’t Alpha’s. Lydia and her mother no longer existed to you. You spun in place, desperately seeking…

“Oh my god, Daryl!” You could only pray your cry had not been heard by walker or whisperer, but mostly you prayed for things to not be as bad as they appeared. “Daryl.”

He was on his back, face and neck bloodied. His hand laid limply against his thigh, a crimson pool spread beneath the drawn up leg. His eyes were closed and he was much, much too pale. Your pack and his crossbow were forgotten on the floor beside you while you cradled his face in your palms. “Daryl, open your eyes. Please, please, open your eyes.” Keeping your voice low was indeed nearly impossible in your panicked state.

His skin was cool, clammy; the fear that he had just lost too much blood…that you were too late…was at the forefront of your mind. Then he took a deep breath. His eyes rolled and lids fluttered as he struggled to open them. “That’s it. Come on, look at me.” Finally, finally, he managed mere slits of dull blue.

“m’I dead?” He could barely manage a whisper.

“No!” That came out so much harsher than you had meant it. “No, baby, you’re not dead.” You sniffled, smoothing back his hair. You didn’t even realize you were crying.

“Baby, huh?” He croaked out before a weak cough.

“Easy.” You allowed him to get his breathing back to the pitiful rasp it had been before giving him a wet smile. “Shut up, Dixon. You look like shit, so I’ll call you whatever I want.” He merely hummed and closed his eyes. “No, no, no. You gotta stay awake! Lydia! We have to go!”

“Shit,” came the girl’s quiet reply from behind you.

“Daryl.” His eyes fought to open again, less than the first time. “Daryl, we have to move you. We have to get you to Hilltop.” There was no point in asking if he could stand. The answer was obvious. He was already out again. “Lydia, help me get him up.” You didn’t wait for her reply before ripping the bottom of your shirt and tying it tightly around his leg. Questions burned at the back of your thoughts: did Lydia kill Alpha? Could you still trust her? But nothing could break through your determination to get Daryl to safety. Answers would have to wait.

“Should…should we be moving him?” The former Whisperer watched as you shouldered your pack and Daryl’s weapon before joining you to grab underneath the archer’s arm.

“We can’t stay here.”

He was dead weight as you grunted to lift him and pull his arm over your shoulder, Lydia mirroring you on his opposite side. The toes of his boots dragged noisily across the concrete on the way to the door. You deliberately kept your eyes averted from the enemy as you passed her body and exited the station. Alive or dead, her following would come for her and the three of you could not be there when they did.

You struggled along at a painstakingly slow pace for what felt like hours, the safety of the Hilltop community never seeming farther away than it did in that moment. Sweat dripped from your chin, your shirt dampened from perspiration.

“I need…a minute.” The young girl panted.

You didn’t answer for a moment, hoping she would just suck it up and continue onward for Daryl’s sake. Then she stumbled and barely righted herself.

“Okay. Alright, but just a few minutes.”

The archer was gently lowered to the ground with you immediately kneeling beside him while Lydia collapsed to her back. Resting actually gave you a moment to check in on him. His breaths were coming too fast. His pulse fluttered like a hummingbird’s wings. Fuck. His lips were turning blue.

“Lydia! Here,” you choked out while sliding your pack from your shoulders. “Put this under his feet.” You grabbed the first aid kit and a bottle of water from inside and then tossed the bag toward her.

“What? Why?”

“He’s going into shock.” Peeling off your jacket, you placed it over him and then twisted the cap from the bottle. “We have to keep him warm. We can’t do a transfusion or an IV so we have to get fluids in somehow. I think I can sew up the wound but we have to do this first to start replacing what he’s lost.” God, if only you could build a fire without leading danger straight to you.

Everything you said was beyond what the girl could understand, you knew that. A battle raged within you whether to send her for help or keep her there in case you needed to move or defend Daryl. Getting water in him was proving to be a challenge. You settled for the incredibly slow process of tiny amounts followed by massaging his throat to get it down.

“What…how can I help?”

You heard her but didn’t reply, continuing your ministrations until a fourth of the water was gone. His leg was next. The makeshift bandage was already darkened and saturated with blood. Threading a needle wasn’t easy in the best of times, much less with nothing but moonlight and tears. “I need you to go to Hilltop.” You sniffled as you examined his leg with the help of a penlight from the kit. If his artery had been nicked, he would have already bled out. “Can you get yourself there from here?”

She gave a jerky nod.

“You’re sure?” You pressed with a no-nonsense glance.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure.” Lydia stood and prepared to go but you grabbed her wrist. You poured everything you could into the look when your words failed you.

Please, hurry.

She nodded again and then she was gone.

You took a deep breath before clasping the light between your teeth, leaving one hand free to clear the blood while you sewed with the other. The man under your hands didn’t stir. You would have given a vital organ for just a flinch. Minutes passed like hours, your hands trembling fiercely by the time you tied off the stitches, cleaned, and dressed the wound. With the major bleeding stopped, you checked the cut on his forehead. It was deep but was no longer bleeding and could be dealt with later. There were other lacerations that still bled sluggishly but were easily sealed off with gauze and tape. Then it was back to water until the bottle was empty.

Through it all, Daryl remained frighteningly unresponsive.

With nothing left to do but wait, you sat back against a tree and gingerly placed his head on your lap. His hair was slick with sweat and blood, causing tangles as you carded your fingers through the dark strands. His skin was colder than before and that terrifying blue tinge to his lips remained. Unable to stand the sight of him in such a state any longer, you clicked off the light.

His breathing remained shallow but seemed to have slowed. Two fingers to his neck proved that his pulse was still too fast but had also come down. At this point, you’d take any positive sign that he was holding on. “Don’t die on me, Dixon.” You whispered through a choked off sob.

“Don’ plan…on it.”

You gave a breathless, watery laugh and leaned down to kiss his forehead. “You’re too stubborn for that shit anyway, right?” He hummed in what you assumed was agreement.

“Alpha…dead?”

“I don’t know. Was too busy saving your lazy ass to ask.” You stroked his cheek with your knuckles when he made a sound that was suspiciously close to a chuckle. With a glance to the forest’s canopy, you could see the outline of the clouds from the first hints of daylight. Another check revealed that his pulse was now a little slower than you’d like but not dangerously so. “Stay with me, okay?”

“‘m ‘ere.” His voice was barely above a whisper. You had to assume any energy he’d found was nearly tapped out. “Tired.”

“I know.” You adjusted the jacket closer to his body and took a moment to glance around for any signs of trouble. “Lydia went to get help. They’ll be here soon.” Another noncommittal hum. Or maybe he was just too weak for words now. “I swear, when we get you back on your feet, I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”

“Won’ be s’ bad.”

“You think that now. Wait til you need to pee.” You laughed through the last of your tears. You opened your mouth to add another scenario when you heard voices in the distance, one of which clearly called your name. “Sounds like the rescue party has arrived.”

“Yeah… so quit yer cryin’.”

“Your fault, Dixon.” You shot back without heat.

“I know. M’sorry.”

“It’s fine.” You smiled. You could hear your friends running toward you now, Aaron’s voice carrying louder than the rest. “Just don’t make a habit of it.”

As the sun finally rose, you could see the corner of his mouth twitch.

“I’ll try m’ best.”

#murda writes #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x gn!reader #Spotify

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wheredafandomat · 7 months

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Based on this ask that I accidentally lost 😭

@lulubelle814 I hope you enjoy it!!

Meant to be

Loki x female reader

18+ | TW: Infertility and problems associated with that including miscarriage, smut, use of drugs, alcohol

❤️❤️❤️❤️

“Loki, Loki” you shake him awake trying to stop the trembling as your vision blurred “wake up, I need-I need to go to a hospital” you stuttered, Loki’s eyes flying open as he heard you.

“Y/n?” He questioned, cupping your face as he searched your expression in the dark room “what’s the matter?” He began, eyes widening as he noticed the crimson soaking into the sheets.

“I feel faint and I’m not due on” you tried to rationalise, not wanting to alarm Loki and trying to calm yourself down too.

“I’ll drive” he quickly stood up, flinging the duvet off of himself.

Loki helped you into the car before you both rushed to the hospital. You had been feeling abdominal pain for the past couple of days and you felt incredibly ill but you put it down to stress. Only now as Loki held your hand, frantically driving that you realised this was actually a lot more serious. When you made it to the hosptial, you were seen quickly.

“I wish I had known” you sniffled “if only I had known, I could have pretended, just for a while that we—we were going to be parents” you continued to cry as Loki rubbed soothing circles on your back, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I was a mother Loki and now—now I—” you sobbed, wanting the day to end as Loki bit back his own mournful tears. And just like that, another getaway, another attempt at normalcy.

It had been just over a month since you were at the hospital and already, you and Loki had spent all your weekends abroad, trying to have sex in as many different European countries as you could. Each country offered its own culture, its own fond memories and its own way of spicing up your sex life whether that was with aphrodisiacs or guided meditations. This weekend, you found yourselves in Amsterdam, a hotel overlooking a nearby canal as you each held a mushroom in your hand. It was on your way to get food that you stopped at a shop and picked the mushrooms up after an elderly lady working in the shop said that the mushrooms cured all that ails you. Turning towards each other, you smiled before eating them.

“When do they kick in?” Loki asked, wriggling his fingers as he held his hand in front of his face.

“Considering the fact that you’ve been staring at your hand for the past ten minutes, I think they already have” you answered, looking at him.

“Oh” he voiced, looking up at you “do they work?”

“Is your hair getting longer?” You questioned, squinting as you looked at Loki.

“Is yours getting shorter?” He replied, pointing at your hair before you stood up, making your way to the mirror.

“Oh my god!” You shrieked, Loki following behind you as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

“Norns!” Loki gasped, his hair long as he took in his appearance.

“Is this—do I have stubble?” You panicked, touching your face only it didn’t seem like your face. “Oh my god!” You yelped again as you felt an unfamiliar weight between your legs. Running your hand down your body, you almost passed out as you realised “I—I’m a man! Look Loki, look, I’ve got a—” you began to laugh, pulling your trousers down.

“Y/n, I fear I may have lost my—” Loki began before you interrupted, thrusting your hips.

“It’s so heavy” you chuckled.

“What on Midgard did we take?” Loki asked, his voice high.

“Who cares, the effects will probably wear off as the mushrooms do” you shrugged.

“Sooo, are you saying we should enjoy them whilst they last?” Loki grinned.

“Yes, besides, you do look irresistible as a woman. Very sexy” you purred, causing Loki to smile. “Your hair, your skin, I’m going to enjoy this” you smirked, your hand moving between Loki’s legs.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” Loki giggled, seemingly uncomfortable by how much you were enjoying this more feminine version of himself.

“No” you answered with the same giggle.

Both sated, a thin sheen of sweat clinging to your bodies as well as the aroma of sex lingering around the room, you rested your head against Loki’s chest as you took a deep breath.

“Thank you for this Loki” you murmured, kissing his chest.

“For what?” He queried.

“Taking us away, making me feel better, I’ve enjoyed it” you smiled. Sitting up a little, Loki kissed the top of your head before noting your hair growing again.

“Your hair” he pointed as you sat up, touching it.

“Oh yeah” you grinned before pulling the sheet that was covering Loki’s lower half away. “Oh how I’ve missed you!” You exclaimed, looking down at all eight inches of him.

“Could’ve fooled me” Loki joked.

“You think you’re funny?” You teased, straddling him.

“No thought, simply fact” Loki retorted.

“Mm?” You hummed questioningly as you guided his thick cock inside of you.

“Mhmm” Loki nodded in response as you lowered yourself onto him, eyes closing as he filled you to the hilt.

“Fuckk Loki” you moaned, rocking your hips forwards and backwards as his hands found purchase on your breasts.

“Just like that” Loki groaned as you clenched your walls around him “you feel so good.”

“Ughh Lokii” you whimpered, grounding your hips down against him as his cock throbbed inside of you.

“Keep doing that baby, fuckk” Loki pleaded as you circled your hips. “Feels too good” he almost mewled, rolling you over and switching your positions so that you were against the bed before he fucked into you with ardour, hitting that perfect spot as you thrashed against the bed, his pelvis rubbing against your clit.

“Loki” you almost screamed, the headboard banging against the wall as he pounded you.

“D’you want my cum? Tell me you want it” Loki growled, still thrusting hard into you.

“I need it Loki, fuckk” you moaned loudly.

“Want me to cum inside this pretty pussy?”

“Pleaseee” you near begged.

“Tell me to cum” Loki implored as your legs began to shake.

“C—fuckk—cum with me Lokiii” you exclaimed before Loki came, shooting his load inside of you as your climax shook you.

Collapsing down next to you, Loki kissed your shoulder.

“What time does the bar close?” You broke the silence.

“Not until 2AM, why?” Loki answered as you smiled at him.

“I THOUGHT THAT I HEARD YOU LAUGHING, I THOUGHT THAT I HEARD YOU SINGGG” you sang, on stage with an actual microphone after spending the past hour at the bar with Loki.

“I THINK I THOUGHT I SAW YOU TRY” Loki sang with you, his own microphone in hand.

“BUT THAT WAS JUST A DREAM” you both sang together as the audience you had accumulated cheered you both on.

“We’re really good Loki” you spoke to him.

“So so good, the best” he agreed, turning to kiss you as the cheers grew louder.

“I love you” you spoke against his lips, hands roaming one another’s bodies as the kiss deepened.

“Alright alright, that’s enough” you were both escorted off of the stage.

“Pool?” You asked once your microphones were taken off of you and losing my religion stopped playing.

“Pool” Loki nodded.

Running towards it, you were thankful that it was empty once you arrived. You began taking your clothes off before jumping into the water, Loki not far behind you in his boxers as you kissed, the water pooling around your waist.

“I love you so much, do you know that?” Loki asked, looking into your eyes as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“You, Loki Laufeyson, are the love of my life” you smiled against his lips as you kissed him “now, do you want to take some more mushrooms and try on my dresses?”

“Yes,” Loki nodded.

“Great” you kissed him again.

The warm glow of the sunlight streaming into the room is what stirred you from your slumber. Stretching, you opened your eyes to find yourself in Loki’s arms. The feeling of you moving woke Loki.

“What happened yesterday?” You asked groggily.

“Why am I wearing a dress?” Loki spoke, looking down at his attire.

“And you’ve got lipstick on” you pointed out, looking at him.

“Well at least it’s yours” he smiled.

“How do you know it’s—” you began before Loki wiped some off of your lips. “Loki, are you wearing mascara?”

“Maybe” he shrugged.

“What a crazy weekend” you sighed.

“Indeed” he agreed and that was the end of that weekend. You both checked out of the hotel, flew home and continued your lives. The weeks turning into months.

Despite never admitting it to anyone, your favorite pastime was going to the park and reading a book with the sound of children in the background. It comforted you. It let you pretend that you were a mother, just for a moment, taking your child to the park. You��d get lost in the sound.

“Which one is yours?”

Looking up from your book, you turned to the elderly lady that sat down next to you. You felt a little embarrassed.

“Oh I don’t have a child” you tried to say nonchalantly.

“Yet” she smiled at you.

“No I-I can’t” you paused, falling silent as the lady looked you up and down.

“I wouldn’t be so sure dear” she smiled almost knowingly at you, a smile that sent shivers down your spine. Gathering your things, you left the park and headed home.

When you arrived home, you were greeted by Loki who was cooking. He kissed you on the cheek as you entered the kitchen and made your way to the fridge before getting the ingredients for a sandwich out.

“What are you doing? You’ll spoil your appetite” Loki tried to deter you.

“I’m starving” you excused.

“Wait for dinner then”

“Sorry mum” you laughed as Loki put the bread away. “Is that my apron?”

“My one is currently in the washing machine” he answered, wrapping his arms around the apron defensively.

“Okay” you continued to laugh.

After dinner, you still couldn’t get the encounter you had with the lady earlier on out of your head. You thought about it as you ate, as you showered, as you brushed your teeth and as you got into bed. You even thought about it as Loki’s lips traveled across your chest and down your body. You couldn’t keep it in anymore.

“I spoke to a lady today, she said some strange things” you finally let out.

“Like?” Loki prompted you to continue as his kisses met the hem of your panties before he began tugging them down.

“That she wouldn’t be so sure that I can’t have children” you admitted.

“Y/n” Loki began sadly.

“No I know I can't, it's just she said it with so much conviction” you explained as Loki’s expression turned into one of pity “anyways it’s not important, will you continue” you tried to dismiss. It didn’t take long for you to cum before falling asleep, Loki’s head still between your thighs.

“Y/n? Y/n?” He called to no avail.

The following morning, it was nausea that woke you up as you jumped out of bed and sprinted towards the bathroom and rid yourself of yesterday's dinner.

“Y/n?” Loki knocked the door as you flushed the toilet.

“NO! Don’t come inside. I’m hideous and vomity and—” you listed as Loki opened the door.

“Y/n” Loki smiled, cupping your cheeks “you’re beau” he started before retching and throwing up too.

“Have we got food poisoning?”

“Impossible” he insisted.

“Maybe it’s just a bug then”

“We should rest” Loki suggested.

“I actually feel quite alright now” you countered, standing up.

“Strangely so do I, but I’d never say no to a lazy day with you” he grinned.

“I would kiss you but we should probably brush our teeth first” you giggled.

The following month, you and Loki were invited to a gala. You had picked out a dress to wear a few weeks ago only now, it wouldn’t zip up. Noticing your struggle, Loki came up behind you and began pulling the zip up before he too was met with resistance.

“I think I’m gaining weight Loki” you sighed as you slumped down.

“I’ve been thinking the same” he answered, causing you to gasp as you straighten yourself out again “about me!” He quickly added “I’ve been gaining weight too.”

“It’s all the carbs Loki, we can’t keep having pasta dishes”

“Apart from tonight, I’ve made your favorite, carbonara for when we get back” Loki smiled.

“Can I have some now, I’m feeling a little peckish?” You asked before Loki led you both to the kitchen. Digging your fork into your plate, you ate a little before rushing to the bathroom to puke which is something you had been doing a lot recently.

“What if something is seriously wrong?” You asked, swishing listerine around your mouth.

“We’ll book you an appointment with a doctor in the morning, okay darling” Loki suggested, you nodding in response.

A few days later, you and Loki found yourselves back in the doctor's office as she looked through her notes before looking up at you both as you sipped your water, your nerves consuming you.

“Well good news, you’re fine and so is the baby.”

Spitting out your water, you told her to repeat herself which she did.

“You’re pregnant” she informed you.

“I—no-I can’t be” you stuttered, Loki holding your hand.

“Yes, almost four months now but we can scan you—”

“MONTHS!” You exclaimed.

“Yes”

“I mean, are you sure?” Loki finally spoke.

“Positive. Haven’t you noticed any changes to your cycle or any symptoms?” The doctor asked.

“I thought I was just going through the change” you whisper shouted.

“Y/n, this is amazing!” Loki cheered, kissing you. “We’re going to be parents” he spoke against your lips.

“I-I’m going to be a mother” you began to cry.

“I’ll give you both some time” the doctor spoke before leaving.

“Loki, how did this—when did this?”

“If you’re four months now, this must’ve happened almost five months ago” he figured.

“What did we do five months ago?” You questioned.

“We were on holiday, that’s when I woke up in the dress” he remembered.

“Yesss, we must’ve been pretty wasted because I can barely remember it.”

“That’s when we conceived,” Loki smiled fondly.

“That explains all the vomiting and the hunger, not your vomiting though Loki” you narrowed your gaze.

“Who cares, this is a joyous occasion” Loki kissed you again before the doctor walked in and scanned you.

“Hello baby” you smiled at the screen, tears in your eyes. “I want to call it Hope, Hope Laufeyson”

From then on, Loki had been very careful with you and extremely accommodating to the point where whenever you’d touch your stomach, he’d do the same, whenever your ankles would swell, so would his and whenever you’d vomit, he’d vomit too. He was taking sympathy pains to a whole new level.

“Loki”

“Yes love”

“I think we’re spending too much time together” you answered quietly.

“As if that’s a thing” he laughed off.

“No seriously, we’re doing the same things”

“Many couples find themselves—”

“I’m pregnant Loki”

“Right”

“So we shouldn’t be acting the same way,” you explained.

“No we shouldn't,” he agreed.

“Loki!” You gasped, worrying him “come here” you called “I just felt a kick.”

Placing a hand on your stomach, Loki waited for another one before doubling over himself.

“Well this certainly shouldn’t be happening” he spoke.

“What?”

“It puts a whole new spin on sympathy pains” he continued.

“What?”

“I think—I think I just felt a kick too.”

“Impossible Loki, you have to actually be pregnant to—AHHHH!” You screamed.

“Whatt?” Loki yelped.

“I think I just saw the kick” you pointed to him.

“You don’t think I’m” Loki paused, stepping in front of a mirror and looking at his stomach.

“You can’t be, it’s not possible, is it?”

“What did we do on that weekend?” He worried.

“Well the best thing you can do is go to the doctors and get a scan just to check” you suggested.

“But I—I’m a-a man”

“Well, find a way of changing that”

“Like we did that weekend!” Loki gasped, remembering.

“What?”

“Don’t you remember? We took something and it altered our genders. That’s when I must’ve conceived” he figured.

“I got you pregnant?”

“We need to wait for a scan but it appears so” he agreed.

Using a lot of his Seiðr, Loki managed to switch sexes again, transforming into who you liked to call Lady Loki.

“You should really do this more often, I like it”

“Look at the mess it’s gotten us into already” Loki answered before you both headed to the clinic.

“Good news, you’re pregnant” the doctor smiled, looking at you both.

“Can we have a moment please” you asked.

“Sure”

“Loki, how is this even going to work?” You began to panic.

“I’ll have to stay like this until after the pregnancy” she decided.

“We’ve gone from no children to two” you breathed.

“Isn’t it magnificent?” Loki beamed.

“Yeah?” You questioned.

“Yes! A miracle” she clapped.

“You’re right. You’re right!” You smiled, kissing her “we're going to be parents!”

“The best!” Loki agreed.

Four months later, Loki gave birth to a boy and you a girl. After watching you breastfeed for the first time, Loki changed back into a male and insisted on just being a dad. You really were the best parents.

“You know, we could go on another holiday soon considering the children are growing up” Loki suggested a few years later.

“No!”

I’m so happy for them 🥺

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Why You Gotta Tempt My Trouble?

Of Oak and Ivy, Chapter 1

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pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

summary: In college, Matt Murdock had two best friends, Foggy Nelson and you. However, life had no intention of letting you graduate with him. When he reconnects with you in adulthood, he is troubled to see the hand God has dealt you and vows to use every tool at his disposal to save you from damnation.

warnings: swearing, sickly sweet fluff, get ready for some pining y'all.

a/n: Here's the first chapter of the college fic! The next one won't be posted until I've written a few more (which might be a while because I'm trying to make them longer and I'm only one chapter ahead at the moment.) Please let me know if you like it and want to see more or be added to the taglist! Words of Affirmation is my shit and life is really tearing me down right now. Also huge thank you to @firefly-graphics for the beautiful divider!

w/c: 5.3k

Digging the heels of your hands into your eyes, you resisted the urge to bang your head on the counter you sat at in an attempt to reboot the organ. This passage made no damn sense and you had mere days to understand it and conform to its ideals in order to do well in the class that it was assigned to. Biting your lip, you flipped back a few pages to start the chapter over for the third time when the sound of someone clearing their throat nearly startled you out of your seat.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, I didn’t see you!” Saving your place in the worn book, you looked up to find a young man standing before you. He was handsome, with fluffy, inky locks and a charming smile on his lips.

“That’s alright, I, uh, can’t quite fault you there.” He smiled sideways at you, gesturing to the opaque rectangular frames on his nose. Your mouth formed an “O” shape before you tripped over your response.

“I want to laugh but that feels wrong. Is it more rude to laugh or not laugh? Oh god, forget I said that, I—“

The boy in front of you chuckled. “It’s quite alright, and it was meant to be a joke.”

“Right, well, sorry again. How can I help you?” You clasped your hands, tilting your head as you waited for his response.

“I was wondering if you had braille copies of any of these textbooks?” As he posed the question, the handsome boy passed you a list of the textbooks he was looking for.

Looking over the document, you pursed your lips. “That is a fantastic question that we will have to answer together. I wish I knew off the top of my head, but today's only my third day on the job.” You cringed, wishing your manager was here.

“I imagine it’s not a common question, so I won’t hold it against you.” There was that charming smile again. Your insides felt like they were slowly melting under his grin.

“That’s, um, very kind of you.” You stammered out, feeling heat flood your cheeks.

“Matt.” He broke in. “Matt Murdock. And you are..?”

Offering your name, you dutifully turned back to the index, scanning the pages for any clue as to where braille copies would be stocked.

“That’s a pretty name, it suits you.” Your fingers halted in their dance across the page, your eyes flitting back to the gorgeous customer.

“As much as I appreciate that, turning up the charm won’t change the fact that it might take a minute for me to find these.” Your eyes narrowed as you became skeptical of his intentions.

“Take your time. It’ll give me more time to get to know you.” The flirty grin never faltered on Matt’s face.

“Oh you’re trouble.” You shook your head, thumbing through the pages of the file before you. “I’m starting to think I should search on my own.”

Matt just laughed, leaning forward on his white cane and grinning at you. “Where should we start?”

“I have a couple ideas.”

You and Matt searched far and wide for accessible copies of the textbooks he needed. While they—thankfully—did exist, they were scattered throughout the store haphazardly, not in either location the index had suggested. The lack of care and attention the volumes had gotten was making you progressively more irritated. There was absolutely no reason these books should’ve been treated with such disrespect, even if they weren’t commonly asked for.

After finding all but one book on his list, it was barely past store closing. Locking the door with a huff, you clocked out before joining Matt where he was seated on the ground by the first shelf.

“I hate to say this, but I think we might need to order you a new copy.” You remarked with a frown, scuffing your shoe along the faded carpet on the bookstore’s floor.

Matt, whose pleasant personality hadn’t dimmed despite the lackluster findings, simply chuckled, knocking his shoulder into yours.

“Well, we gave it the old college try, so to speak.” He waggled his eyebrows at you above his dark glasses.

You groaned, but couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped your throat. Despite your intense introversion and social awkwardness, Matt put you at ease.

“Sorry, my roommate is rubbing off on me.” He gave an exaggerated grimace.

“Is he a law student too?”

“Yep. Foggy Nelson. The three of us might actually have some classes together.” Matt’s face lit up with the idea. You’d confessed during your hunt that you had already purchased your own copies of many of the books on his list. Given that you were both first year law students, it made sense that you’d be in classes with one another, but you felt a weight lift off your chest nonetheless.

“Honestly, that makes me feel so much better. I’m incredibly nervous.” You confessed, focusing on a fraying patch of carpet underneath your sneaker.

“I’m sure you’ll do great.” Matt leaned against you, focusing on you in a way that made your chest flutter.

“See you say that not knowing how long it’s taking me to get through the first reading assignment for Legal Methods.” You dropped your head into your hands, remembering the cursed passage from earlier.

“Foggy mentioned something about that book. It’s…outdated?”

“That’s an understatement. The first chapter is about a famous eugenics case, Buck v Bell, and I might be reading it wrong but it seems like the author is suggesting that we don’t have ableism that resembles that of the case in current day? I was getting so frustrated reading it that I honestly couldn’t tell if it was confusing or just a stupid argument.” You explained.

“It’s in the McKinnon book, right? If you want, we could read it together and try to figure it out? Unless you have somewhere else to get to…” Matt Murdock, the charming, unswayable man you’d met a few hours ago blushed at the question, making you grin.

“I would love to hear your opinion on the text, Mr. Murdock. We can start an unofficial study group.”

“I like the sound of that. Let’s crack open this shit show.” Matt let you pull him off the ground and over to your work station where he opened his own copy of the text and began to read.

A few hours and more than a few boxes of takeout later, you and Matt were still working your way through the chapter, though you’d both decided with certainty that the text was more angering than confusing.

“If the professor is as ableist as this author, I’ll never be able to pass this class.” You grumbled, shoving the hellish book away from you. “There’s no way I can pretend that eugenic ideals have disappeared, even for a better grade.”

“Seriously. I’m hoping it’s supposed to make us mad so we can argue about it? Though I seriously doubt everyone will be on our side, unfortunately.” Matt scowled.

“Well, at least we have each other, right?” The man in front of you perked up with that comment, but you hurriedly corrected yourself. “And your roommate, of course.”

Deflating slightly, Matt scratched the back of his neck. “Speaking of, I should probably get back so he doesn’t send out a search party. I’ll see you in class?”

“See you then, trouble maker.” You murmured, smiling softly at him.

“Have a good night, sweetheart. Get home safe.”

“You too.”

A few days later, your evening with the sweet law student had fallen to the back of your mind as nerves about your first semester of classes set in. Fidgeting with your outfit in the mirror, you inhaled a shaky breath.

“Stop worrying, you’ll be fine!” The voice of your roommate, Jen, rang out across your shared loft making your brow furrow.

“Easy for you to say! You’ve done this before.” You groused, still examining your reflection. Jen was an old friend of yours who had lived down the street from you growing up. The two of you had been practically inseparable since elementary school, despite the fact that she was two years older than you.

“Jen’s right, you know.” Oscar, Jen’s long-term boyfriend and your unofficial second roommate, squeezed your shoulder on his way to the kitchen. “Everyone is going to be nervous, so they won’t have time to judge you.”

“Yah, yah. I appreciate the votes of confidence but, unfortunately, my anxiety and I have to hit the road. I would rather not be late.”

“Have fun!” Oscar called as you grabbed your bag.

“You’re gonna kill it!” Shouted Jen as you exited the apartment.

You shook your head, hoping they were right, and set off for your first ever Columbia Law class.

The trek across campus was pretty and the walk helped you calm your racing thoughts. The walkways were littered with other first year students who looked more clueless than you—including a blond boy with a kind face who was staring quizzically at a kiosk in front of him that was plastered with event flyers.

He muttered to himself for a moment before reaching to the side of the kiosk obscured from your view and tugging on the arm of someone beside him. “Ok dude, according to this map we should be heading…” He paused, squinting at the paper he was reading before dramatically pointing left. “West!”

“That’s East.” You chuckled, walking over to inspect the map for yourself. As you neared the misguided fellow, your eyes widened as you recognized his friend. “Matt?”

Laughing brightly and greeting you, Matt tugged free of the other man’s grip and strode over to you. “Are you following me?” He narrowed his eyes at you but his tone remained playful.

Shoving him, you scoffed. “You wish, Murdock. I was going to warn your friend here that the upperclassmen usually put up fake maps as a prank on the first day of classes.”

“Thank god we have someone to warn us of their cruelty, or we’d be dead meat!” The blond spun around and bowed in front of you. “Franklin Nelson, at your service m’lady. You can call me Foggy”

You giggled, introducing yourself. “It’s such a shitty prank. Thankfully, I have roommates who are in their third year and they showed me around weeks ago. Where are you headed?”

“Greene Hall.” Matt informed you.

“Oh, that’s where I’m headed too! Civil Procedure? With Professor McGuiness?”

“The very same! We’re damn lucky to have run into you.” Foggy sighed, shaking his head.

“It’s this way, and we aren’t too far. We’ll probably get there early.”

“That’s good because this one,” Foggy stuck a thumb at Matt, “Has this idea that we need to sit in the front if we don’t want to fail. I’d be perfectly fine sitting in the last row and never being called on once!”

“Studies show that sitting in one of the first few rows increases retention!” Matt elbowed his roommate who just snorted.

“Retention schmention. I say we sit by the cutest people in the class and have them tutor us when we inevitably fail.” Foggy winked at you and you laughed.

Matt squeezed your arm, leaning closer to you. “I think that can be arranged regardless.”

Heat rose in your cheeks as his flirtatious grin made a reappearance. “Oh shut up, trouble maker, or I’ll sit in the very last row just to spite you.”

“We wouldn’t want that.” Matt held out an arm, “Mind walking me to class, sweetheart?”

Rolling your eyes, you turned to Foggy. “How do you put up with him? You’re a Saint, truly.” But you took Matt’s arm anyway, ensuring that you were keeping a steady pace and avoiding anything he might trip over.

The walk to your first law class was, eventful, to say the least. Matt and Foggy were clearly soulmates of a sort, with their nonstop bantering and the way they balanced each other out. Foggy was a ray of sunshine, while Matt was more comfortable in the shadows, so to speak. The blond was all loud declarations and bright smiles, while Matt was more low toned flirting and quiet observations. They were both incredibly intelligent, overly sarcastic, and had a flair for the dramatic. You were ecstatic to have stumbled into their lives.

Matt had successfully cajoled the both of you into sitting with him in the second row, a compromise which Foggy considered a huge win. As students filed in, you subconsciously fiddled with your shirt, suddenly feeling incredibly insecure about your presence in this classroom. A gentle hand grabbed your wrist, making you jump.

“Relax,” Matt whispered. “You look fine, trust me.”

“How do you know?” You murmured nervously.

“Those boys a few rows behind us are staring.” Matt’s smile remained, but his voice held a tension you couldn’t quite place. “And the TA is trying very hard not to.”

“How on earth can you tell that?” You raised an eyebrow at him, incredulous.

“Matt is seriously like some sort of super powered being. He has the greatest intuition of anyone I’ve ever met. Best to trust him about these things.” Foggy nodded solemnly, clearly trying not to burst out laughing.

You simply rolled your eyes, pulling your notebook from your bag. Opening it to the correct page, you stifled a giggle as Foggy leaned over Matt’s lap to whisper-yell at you.

“Why do you already have notes written? Matt, why does she already have notes written?”

“I like to come prepared. I took notes on the first few chapters of the book.”

“But we didn’t even have an assignment for this class!”

“Yah, but I was bored at work and I thought I’d get a head start.” You just shrugged but Foggy glared at you, shaking a finger in your face.

“You’re gonna make the rest of us look like slackers! You, missy, have some apologizing to do.”

“For doing my due diligence?” You laughed.

“Yes! For being too proactive. I think you owe us a tutoring session or two.” Foggy crossed his arms with a huff.

“You have no idea if I even know what I’m doing, these notes could be gibberish!” You chuckled, shaking your head.

“Nope, it’s good material. I can tell. You owe us. Doesn’t she, Matt?” Foggy elbowed his roommate who smirked.

“I think he might be right, sweetheart. What would you say to being the leader of our study group.” Matt tilted his head, focusing on you.

“Do I have a choice?” You sighed.

“No!” Foggy exclaimed at the same time Matt responded, “Not really.”

“Then I accept, but I want my objection noted.”

“It’s all in the record, don’t worry.” Foggy waved a hand, turning his attention back to the front of the room as the Professor walked to the front.

The rest of the week went similarly, as you had three of four classes at the same time as Matt and Foggy. They made great company, so you could hardly complain, but it was the first meeting of your “unofficial official study group” (as Foggy had dubbed it) and you were quite nervous.

You were fairly confident that you knew what you were talking about, but the idea of being the backbone for two other grades besides your own was quite stressful. Not to mention the jittery feeling you got every time your brain reminded you that you’d been in Matt’s room with him for an extended period of time. You chided yourself, Matt—though he was incredibly flirty—was one of the best friends you’d ever had, and you’d be damned before you jeopardized that because you were touch-starved and more than a little thirsty.

Taking a deep breath to keep your antsy libido in check, which was getting increasingly difficult given the fact that you were sitting atop Matt’s bed practically cuddled against him, you turned your focus to the space in front of you for a moment of redirection.

The room was small, a standard dorm room with two long skinny bed frames that held stiff foam mattresses, two identical desks with chipped paint and lumpy rolling chairs, and a bolted-shut window. Although the room was dim and cramped, the view was gorgeous, overlooking a rectangular patch of grass framed with lush green trees and the distant Manhattan skyline, bright with yellow lights against the black of the atmosphere.

Shifting your focus to the inside of the room, you smiled at the dichotomy on full display. While it was clear both boys had cleaned in preparation for your visit, Foggy’s side of the room was haphazardly straightened, with loose socks peeking out from underneath the bed and a handful of stray candy wrappers still visible atop his desk. Matt’s half of the space was meticulously organized, complete with braille labels. It was clear that everything had its place.

A shoulder nudged yours and you choked on a breath in your haste to turn towards the presence beside you. Matt smirked, but a small crease was present between his brows. “You ok? You stopped reading…”

“Yup!” You squeaked, clearing your throat and trying again. “Yes, sorry. Got distracted by your view.” Which was mostly true...

“Is it nice? Foggy’s never told me.” Matt grins sideways at you, furrow on his smooth skin fading.

“It’s…stunning. There’s a lot of green up front, with the lawn and plants and whatnot, but the red brick buildings contrast beautifully. And behind campus you can see the rest of the city, like we’re in an urban valley almost. It’s not like anything I’ve ever seen.”

“It sounds pretty. You should describe more sights for me, sweetheart. You’re good at it.”

Heat ran up your face at the compliment, pulsing in your cheeks and the tips of your ears. Turning from the window, you found your chest settling calmly as you studied Matt’s face. You’d never been this close to him and it was startling how easily his innocuous expression stirred up emotions in you.

He had the slightest shadow of stubble gracing his sharp jawline. As you ran your eyes along his face, you found yourself lingering on the beautiful hazel eyes, nearly blocked by his dark glasses. The blank, honey-bronze orbs held more emotion than you’d ever seen in someone’s expression. In the small time you’d known Matt, you found yourself constantly moved by his passion—for his city, for justice, for Foggy, even for you.

“So can we get back to the precedent of Buck v. Bell or are you just gonna stare lovingly at Matt all night?” Foggy smiled sweetly at you but the glint in his eyes made it clear he was annoyed.

“I wasn’t—I mean I—“ You sputtered, scootching farther away from Matt in an effort to conceal your obvious crush.

“Whatever. It’s late and I’d like to finish soon. Precedent?” Foggy prompted, pointing to his textbook.

“Well, the main point is that disabled and institutionalized individuals were no longer considered to have the same rights as other people.” Matt huffed, thumbing through his textured pages.

“Right. And the opinion implies that losing rights through due process opens you up to losing rights in the future without another trial.” You added, squinting at a particular paragraph for clarity.

“Which sucks, but checks out for 1927.” Foggy frowned.

“If I’m interpreting the important parts correctly, this case is meant to highlight an important consequence of precedent, which is that one decision can impact the judicial system for decades, even over important things like due process.” You explained, turning to Matt. “Is that what you got from this?”

“That’s about what I interpreted, yah.” Matt nodded, giving Foggy a sly grin. “That enough of an explanation for ya, Nelson? Or do we need to break it down point by point.”

“Shut up, Murdock.” Foggy grumbled. “I’d be better with this if I wasn’t dog-tired.”

“You’re doing great, Foggy. Don’t listen to him. All we have left to do this week is read for Torts and then we are home free.” You smiled sympathetically.

“Ugh!” Foggy flopped down onto his pillows, covering his face with his hands.

“Not to be a pain, but I don’t have this text…” Matt shifted uncomfortably, biting his lip.

“That’s alright, I can read mine aloud. If that’s ok with you, Foggy?” You looked to the half-asleep law student for confirmation who nodded tiredly.

“If it allows me to close my eyes, I’d be more than happy to listen.”

Matt chuckled, before tilting his head towards you. “Can I come closer? To make sure I don’t miss anything?” You could’ve sworn you saw Foggy roll his eyes, but you blinked and he remained still as a corpse against his pillows.

“Of course, Matt. Here.” Shuffling closer to him, you lay the textbook across both of your laps, trying incredibly hard to not focus on how warm he was. “This ok?”

Matt nodded, mouth parted slightly and your eyes followed his tongue as it darted out to wet his lips. For a moment, all you heard was static and the soft puffs of Matt’s breath. Coming back into your body, you shook your head to clear out the lovestruck cobwebs.

“Ok, um, Introduction to American Civil Law: Chapter 1, Liability and Negligence…”

To tell the honest truth, Matt hadn’t taken in a word you’d spoken since you passed the introductory paragraph. Legal jargon washed over him like the water of a warm bath, spoken by a soothing dulcet voice and punctuated by the steady thump of your kind heart. Your thigh was resting against his and he could feel the tension in your neck as you desperately kept it mere inches from its desired landing place on his shoulder. Your soft t-shirt brushed over his arm with each expanse of your chest as you inhaled, rubbing more of your sweet lavender and vanilla scent over his skin.

As you continued to be blissfully unaware of his lack of attention, or rather his abundance of attention, his body was fighting an internal battle to not sweep you into his arms and bury his face in your neck.

Leaving St. Agnes had been a culture shock for the ages, but Matt was beginning to love it. The orphanage had been an overwhelmingly lonely place, which Matt attributed to his tendency to pick fights and his disability causing him to stand out. Meeting his new roommate had been nerve wracking, but Foggy was as easy to like as the first ray of sunshine in the spring, despite his grumpiness when he was exhausted. Sure he was messy and his snoring had kept Matt awake for hours, but he had a massive heart. Though he and Foggy had very different lifestyles, the other man fit perfectly into his life, as did you. Matt was more than aware of his tendency to form quick attachments, but his feelings toward you were an entirely different beast.

The night he’d met you in the bookstore, an invitation to go on a date with him had been teetering on the edge of his tongue for hours. Flirting came naturally to him, one of the many reasons he didn’t get along with the other boys of Clinton Church, but given his less than standard childhood, he’d never had the opportunity to start a relationship. Every minute he spent with you made it more obvious that you deserved to be loved, not aimlessly thrown into a date or two, and Matt wasn’t sure he would be able to provide that. At least not now.

An ear-splitting snore sounded from the other side of the room, abruptly ending his daydream. Your arm left its place at his side as you stifled a laugh. “Guess I was more boring than I thought.”

“Trust me, it’s not because of you. That man could fall asleep to the sound of a fire alarm if he tried hard enough.” Matt smirked, humor not quite reaching his eyes as his brain mourned the loss of your touch. Feeling you shift tensely next to him, he pondered for a moment. “If you’re worried about waking him, we could go somewhere else?”

“Where would we go at 2 in the morning on a Thursday?” You groaned, desperately aching to be done with school work for the week but simultaneously more than willing to spend all night with Matt.

“I know a place. But we will probably want this blanket.” Matt grinned at you as your confusion peaked, but you threw the blanket over your shoulder and took his hand nonetheless.

How your friend had discovered that the roof of Butler Library remained accessible after hours via a secluded maintenance stairwell, you’d never know—but you couldn’t help but thank the heavens for granting you this slice of paradise.

The cement that compromised the roof was cold, a symptom of being deprived of the sun for hours now, but you and Matt lay huddled together on his bedspread, lounging in a pocket of warmth your closeness had created. You were practically snuggling, which was not helping soothe the part of your brain that was rabidly attracted to him, sharing your highs and lows from the week.

As the two of you giggled about an incident with a pigeon that had decided to attend Civil Procedure, you found your eyes tracing over the moonlit form of the beautiful man before you, who seemed to notice your staring as his lips quirked up. “So, tell me, sweetheart, how’s a girl like you end up in a place like this?”

With an exaggerated groan, you shoved him playfully. “You and your damn lines, Murdock.”

With a chuckle, Matt’s expression turned from something entirely playful into one of genuine interest. “Seriously, what brought you to Columbia?” Feeling your heart pound under his blank gaze, you blew out a breath.

“That is a long, sad story that I’m sure you don’t really—“

“If you don’t want to tell me, I totally get it. But I’d like to know more about you.” Matt’s answer was honest and lacking his perpetually flirty edge that kept you at a safe distance, which sent a burst of heat to your stomach that you weren’t expecting.

“Oh, well...” Sighing deeply, you considered your options. You’d had a hard time making friends in the past, and had a tendency to over share (or so you’d been told), but Matt had asked for the real answer. That meant he really wanted it, right?

Steeling yourself for the impending rejection, you confessed. “I’m originally from Connecticut. Small little town called Bridgewater, about an hour from New Haven. It’s just me and my mom, really. My dad lives in godknowswhere, Virginia with my two siblings and his girlfriend. He’s…kinda the worst, so we don’t talk much. My mom though, she’s amazing. I owe everything to her.”

Matt smiled at you, nodding encouragingly when you hesitated.

“Um, yah, so long story short, she was diagnosed with cancer when I was a kid. My dad has sort of always been a jackass but her prognosis…I don’t know, it was the last straw for him. I don’t remember much but they started arguing about money and then, he took everything. I didn’t realize it at the time, my mom is the nicest person on the planet and she would never blame my dad for her misfortune, but we lost our house, she lost her job, her assets, two of her kids—though they didn’t fight to stay like I did. The longer I lived, the more curious I became about everything and when I did some digging in high school, I found out my dad had claimed everything in the divorce. He and his attorney had argued that my mom was abusive and financially exploiting him and the judge gave him anything he asked for. I decided I wanted to be a lawyer so I could stop others from going through what my mom and I have.”

The story poured out of you, relieving a pressure you’d been carrying for as long as you remembered. Matt simply listened intently, emotions passing over his face in small flashes as you described your past. Realizing all of the bullshit you’d just dumped on him, you cringed.

“I’m sorry, that was a lot, I just…” Matt’s brow furrowed and his hand shot out to cup your elbow.

“No! No, I’m just so sorry that happened. Your dad sounds like a piece of work.” He gave a disgusted grimace and you giggled.

“He is. My mom still loves him though, bless her heart. We spend Christmas with him every year like he didn’t ruin her life.” The laugh that you have held no humor. “Anyway, that’s my backstory. What about you, trouble maker?” You leaned into the loose hold Matt kept on your arm, eager to learn more about him.

“Well, I’m from New York. Hell’s Kitchen, born and raised just like Foggy. I, uh, I never knew my mom. Was close with my dad, though. He was a boxer, taught me a lot about fighting, persistence.” Matt’s face fell slightly as he paused. Intertwining your fingers with his, your smile softened.

“He sounds like a good man.”

Matt nodded. “Yah, he uh, he was. He died when I was 9.”

Eyes widening, a hasty apology spilled out of you. “Oh Matt, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize—“ A squeeze of your hand stopped you in your tracks.

“It’s ok. I do miss him, though. After he died, I was taken in by an orphanage, raised by nuns. This is, really the first time I’ve lived without feeling like I’m being watched.” Matt chuckled awkwardly, removing his fingers from yours to push up his glasses. “Law interested me for a reason similar to yours, I suppose. My dad, uh, he was murdered. Organized crime hit. I tried to get someone, anyone really, to bring the group to justice and I…failed. Made me realize the justice system needs more devoted participants, I guess.” Taking his hand back into yours, you ran a thumb over his knuckles, allowing him to collect his thoughts before continuing the conversation.

“So you’re interested in criminal law then?” Your heart flipped happily as Matt’s starlit face lit up again.

“Honestly, I’m interested in most of it. But the more I learn about the world, the more I realize how important criminal defense is. My dad’s murder inspired this journey, but what I do with the degree, it’ll be in his memory. I’m starting to think that defense would be the best way to honor him.”

How on Earth did you manage to find the sweetest boy on campus? “That’s…beautiful Matt. Really. He must be so proud of you already.”

Matt’s lips twitched but he seemed unsure. “Maybe he should wait to see if I actually get this degree. Torts is already shaking up to be a nightmare.”

“Ugh, that’s for damn sure.” You laughed breathily, shivering as a breeze pierced your thin shirt.

Face twisting with concern, Matt ran his hand over your arm. “Are you cold? Sorry, I didn’t think it would get this chilly out.”

“Oh, it’s ok! I’m not that cold.” You assured him, relishing in the soft brushes of his calloused fingertips over your arm.

Raising a brow at you, Matt pulled off the crew neck he was wearing, handing it to you. “Humor me.”

Rolling your eyes at his demanding tone, you slipped the garment over your head. The worn gray sweatshirt was soft and comfortably warm with Matt’s body heat. It was such a pleasant relief from the frigid cement that you had to bite back a groan. Breathing in the earthy, clean scent that always followed Matt, you sighed in relief.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime, sweetheart.” Matt grinned.

The night didn’t go on for too much longer after you spilled your guts to your new friend. At his insistence, you called Oscar and Jen to come pick you up rather than walking home.

You fell asleep easily that night and, while it would be easy to blame the late hour, the fabric of Matt’s sweatshirt wrapped around you may have had something to do with it.

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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The Tale of the Easter Bunny

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: Loki's part he has to play on Tony's Easter party didn't go as planned; leaving its mark on you...

Warnings: Loki thirst, nakedness? suggestive smut/light smut, swear words, it's also a bit funny

Word Count: 2,7k

a/n: There we are! Time for my lil' Easter Special... Enjoy! 😁 And happy easter to everyone who is celebrating! 🐣

Also huge thanks to @lokisgoodgirl , who helped me along a bit and read through it, 'cause I was afraid that it's not good enough... 🙈

Divider by the wonderful @fictive-sl0th <3

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Chairs screeched across the floor of the big, spacious room, after the 7 o'clock meeting was finally over. Everyone scrambled to get the hell outta here. It's been a long day and every member of the Avengers wanted to just go into bed and not stay longer than Steve 'forced' them to.

That had been the raven-haired God's plan as well - but he didn't even make it to round the large table, before a firm voice stopped him in his tracks. "Reindeer Games." It was Tony, of course, causing Loki to sigh. Spinning around on his heels, he faced the man with an annoyed, bored expression. "Stark." The billionaire nodded towards the back of the room. "For a word..." A low groan of disapproval rumbled through the God's chest as he complied; following Tony.

"What do you want?" Loki more or less snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. "Woah, slow down, princess. No need to turn into a diva..." Loki rolled his eyes, already hating this conversation. "I just meant to tell you that I've got the perfect job for you on my annual Easter garden party."

Oh, right... The Easter party... Tony organised a party on Easter every year, on which each team member was invited, but also had a little job to do - and this year, it was the first time Loki and his brother were a part of it. The Asgardian prince forgot about this already again - and to be honest, he didn't even know that much about those... festives. He knew it was important to the people here on Midgard, but to him?

"Which would be?" "You..." Tony pointed at him. "Are going to play the bunny." Loki blinked, looking quite confused at the billionaire. "I beg your pardon? The bunny?" Tony crossed his arms, now annoyed as well. "Yes, the bunny." No doubt, the God was very confused. "Why in all the nine realms a bunny, Stark? What am I supposed to do as this little, terrifying creature? If this is to humiliate me, I-" Tony interrupted him. "It's not, Reindeer Games. Calm down. For gosh sake, if I would've known that you'd be such a drama queen about this, I would've assigned Thor to do it." Loki rolled his eyes - again. "What am I supposed to do then?" Tony sighed, clearly having enough. "Just... wear that bunny costume. I'll tell you on the party." The God cursed internally; had actually no intentions to even join the party, but he clearly had to, in order to 'integrate into the group', as Fury put it. If he wanted to stay and not return to Asgard, he had to - as strange as it sounded - become an Avenger. If joining Stark's party as a bunny would help him, then by the Norns he'd do it.

"Fine." "There we go. Now was that so difficult?" Loki gritted his teeth; biting his tongue in order to prevent a snarky comment to leave his lips. "Hand me the costume, Stark, before I'm going to rethink my decision." Tony shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't have one. I-" He was cut off by the ringing of his phone. "You don't even have one?!" The God snarled, feeling his muscles tense. "Just get one! You are a big boy who can buy things himself, aren't you? Now if you'd excuse me, this is important." After those words Tony answered his call and walked away, out of the room - leaving Loki behind.

With the days passing and the party getting closer, Loki hadn't much time left to look for a costume. And therefore, that he didn't even know what kind of costume exactly he had to wear, he did the thing he learned here on Midgard... Googling. So, the Asgardian prince opened up Google and searched for a bunny costume. Unfortunately, he wasn't very... familiar with this foreign search engine, resulting in a rather big... misunderstanding. Loki did get a result, of course, but unbeknownst to him, a not particular Easter themed one... His eyes widened slightly as his gaze fell on the first thing that came up. Stark wants me to wear that? He asked himself. But after he gave the costume a second look, a mischievous, cheeky smile darted over his face. Alright.

When you arrived at Tony's, was the garden party already in full swing. Everybody was chatting, laughing and having fun.

Natasha and Wanda sat at the small mini bar, chatting with Pepper. Tony stood behind the grill, already preparing barbecue. Bruce discussed vociferously something scientific with Vision, while Clint and Cap nursed two bottles of beer. And Thor and Scott? Well, they jumped around in Morgan's trampoline - who was at a friend's Easter children party today. The only one missing was Loki. At least you couldn't see him anywhere. Too bad, you thought.

Taking a deep breath, you walked over to your friends and wrapped your arms around both their shoulders from behind. "Hey guys." "Y/N, hey!" "Hey, sweetie." They both greeted you with a smile and slid over, so that you could sit between them on one of the bar stools. Sipping on the drink Pepper made you, you small-talked to the three women for a while, until two of them excused themselves to look after their husbands - leaving you and Nat on your own.

"Have you seen Loki, Nat?" You asked, checking your surroundings again. The Russian spy shook her head, red curls bobbing. "No, sorry, I haven't seen your lover boy, but I heard he's been assigned from Tony to play the Easter bunny." You frowned. "The Easter bun- Hey, he isn't my lover boy!" Natasha smirked. "But you wished he was. I know how you're looking at him, babe." "I... I don't look at him..." She giggled. "Fuck yes, you do. Literally undressing him with your eyes. You are so deep down; you don't even realise it." You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. "Nat, I swear I'm not undre- Oh fucking hell..." You trailed off with your sentence, as the squeaky garden door announced another arrival. And it was not just somebody... It was the one and only God of Mischief and prince of Asgard - Loki. It wasn't the fact that he was here which threw you off track so suddenly and caused you to use words Cap wouldn't be pleased to hear, no... It was his outfit...

"N-Nat..." You mumbled, reaching blindly for your friend's arm, in order to tap her. "Yeah?" Her gaze was clued to the raven-haired God as well. Admittedly, everyone's eyes were on him. "That... That wasn't what Tony meant with a bunny costume, was it?" The Widow shook her head slowly. "I don't think so..." "Oh gods..." Loki was wearing a bunny costume, yes - but not the 'right' one. Or should you say the clean one, because... This... This was certainly X-rated.

He was nude - for the most part. The only piece of clothing which prevented him from entire nakedness, were the tight, scarce trunks he wore. The black leather shimmered in the warm sun, as it stretched itself deliciously tight over his hips, groin and crotch - leaving not much to imagination. Thick, juicy thighs were framing the trunks. Your eyes wandered, travelled down his ridiculously long legs, before they jumped up again to meet his bare upper body. You had never seen this man shirtless before, but oh boy was it a sight to behold. Your wide, Y/E/C orbs followed the dark, coarse hairs of his happy trail; starting at the hem of the skimpy trunks, all the way up until they kissed his belly button, which was surrounded by the tight muscles of his abs. Not too far from them were his defined pecs, decorated with black, fine hairs as well. Your eyes lingered, then travelled further up to jump from one broad shoulder to the other, before they met his delicious neck - which donned a white-black bow tie and only led you into the next thirst trap... His handsome face. Razor sharp cheekbones, a defined jawline, kissable lips and deep, mysterious blue eyes. And all that was surrounded by his long raven curls, which fell in gentle waves over his shoulders. The cherry on top (literally) were the black bunny ears. Well, shit.

He was perfect. Like carved out of marble. You blinked, tried desperately to stop yourself from staring, but you just couldn't. Loki - the most handsome man you ever met in a sexy playboy bunny costume was just too much to handle.

Loki knew of course that all eyes were directed on him - what he didn't understand at first, because Stark told him to dress up as bunny, didn't he? Anyways, the God wasn't stupid, so he quickly connected the dots. Wrong costume.

But when he noticed how much his attire affected his fellow teammates - especially the female section, including you, it was more than just a satisfaction for him. To witness you drooling all over him; and see you melt underneath his smouldering, sexy smile was worth everything. Perhaps this ridiculous garden party had its perks after all…

"Laufeyson!" Tony hissed, grabbing the prince's attention. He waved Loki over to him, visibly angry. "For heaven's sake! What are you doing?! That was certainly not what I meant, Reindeer Games! You were supposed to be the Easter bunny and not a wannabe playboy bunny!" Loki just shrugged his shoulders, didn't understand why Tony was making such a fuss. "That may be true, Stark, but you never explicitly told me the exact description of how this costume has to look. And besides..." Loki swiftly looked over his shoulders at you, catching you how you were still staring at him. "The ladies seem to enjoy it." He said, winking at the billionaire, who just rolled his eyes.

Loki had walked over to Tony by now, and was talking to him - giving you even more exposed skin to look at... His muscular back for example. Broad shoulder blades and defined hips, which led to the God's rounded and shaped bottom - perfectly accentuated by the tight leather trunks. That's Asgard's ass, you thought. Blinking and trying again to avoid your eyes, you swallowed hard. Why was it so hot all of a sudden?

"Are you now done staring holes into Laufeyson's body, or...?" Your best friend's amused voice suddenly urged to your ears. "I-I, uh..." Whoops. "I'm not the one to blame that he decided to wear such a revealing 'outfit'!" You desperately tried to defend yourself someway, somehow, but deep down you knew that you had already lost. Nat had a point. She giggled. "And you claim to not be into him. Girl, let me tell you, that is a lie. Our raven-haired Adonis has turned your head. But I can't blame you... He's a snack." The spy said, hopping off the bar stool elegantly, "Go eat him up." and winking at you, before she walked away. Your jaw dropped at Nat's words. Little minx.

The later it got the more alcohol coursed through everybody's system, causing everything to escalate a bit. Actually, you didn't plan to drink as much alcohol as you did, but after Loki literally played the Easter bunny, hid some chocolate eggs and 'hopped around' to guide your search, you were in desperate need of another drink.

Lost in thoughts, you didn't notice how said God sneaked up on you, when you sat alone at the bar, while everybody else was playing 'Truth or Dare' - on the trampoline. He had noticed. Of course, he had. Your eyes and body language told him more than your words probably ever could. He knew exactly what you wanted - and who was he to deny your wishes?

"You'd love to touch, don't you?" He whispered in your ear with his deep voice, causing you to jump. Spinning around on your chair, your eyes met a broad, muscular chest. Loki. You swallowed; eyes travelling upwards to meet his face. Your breath hitched in your throat as you realised how close he was to you. "W-What? What are you t-talking about?" A cheeky, mischievous smile darted over his face, before he wetted his lips. "I felt your eyes on me, darling. I know you want to." Your eyes widened at his words; completely overwhelmed by the situation you suddenly found yourself in. "I-I, n-no, I- Everyone was s-staring!" The God chuckled; making his abs clench deliciously. "That may be true, but... Unlike you, they were able to tear her gazes apart. But you, Y/N..." The way he rolled your name off his tongue sent a shiver down your spine. Like on instinct, you pressed your legs together. "You kept on staring at me; feasting upon my body with your hungry eyes." Heat crawled up into your cheeks, burning them up. "I-I'm sorry, Loki, I-" "No you are not. Don't deny it, darling. I never said that I didn't like your eyes on my body, did I? In fact... I quite enjoyed it." Loki purred, giving you that smouldering look again, which almost caused your legs to give in.

"You want to touch me?" He started, taking your small, delicate hand into his big one, "Then touch me." and pressed your palm against his abs. The moment your hot skin met his pleasantly cool skin, you lost the ability to breathe. Your hand was like frozen in motion as you felt his rippling muscles; gaze glued to your hand. Another chuckle rumbled through Loki's chest. "No, no, don't be shy now, darling." He tutted, engulfing your hand once again and slowly moving it upwards. "Go ahead. Enjoy yourself. I know you want to." Oh how right he was - but... Your eyes wandered over to the others. "W-What about the o-others? W-What if they s-see?" The prince smirked down on you and reached out his hand to gently cup your chin. "Don't worry, darling. They are way too occupied. They won't notice." You swallowed hard, taking a last look at your fellow friends - before you finally gave in. Biting your lip, you started to move your hand, mapping out Loki's godly body. From his abs, to his chest, shoulders and down to his hips again. Loki's skin was so soft and inviting, you just couldn't stop. "Enjoying yourself?" All you could do was nod, unable to form words - causing him to chuckle again. But the God was quite enjoying this as well...

Tracing the hem of his trunks, where his happy trail kissed the fabric, a soft hiss escaped his lips. "You are about to enter a danger zone, darling..." Realising with a shocked expression where your hand was, you quickly wanted to pull it away - but Loki was quicker and caught your wrist. "Dangerous doesn't mean forbidden. Just know that once you enter this zone, it's going to be really hard to leave it again... Your decision." Your decision. The words echoed through your head. Was there even something to decide? You asked yourself, but quickly realised that the answer was no. You wanted this, you started this and you definitely were going to finish this. You were anyways already too far gone to say no. So, you moved your palm again, letting it slowly, teasingly enter the 'danger zone'. "Wise decision," Loki breathed, words fading into a strangled moan.

There was no holding back now. Especially not for him. He angled your head upwards again, before leaning down and crashing his intoxicating lips onto yours; kissing you like nobody else kissed you before. He positively stole your breath, as your lips collided again and again and again. By now, you didn't even care that you were obscenely making out with the younger Asgardian prince, just a few feet away from where the others were completely caught up in playing their silly party games. All you could think of was Loki. All you could feel was Loki. All you could smell was Loki. He was everywhere; had thoroughly invaded you.

His lips left yours with a wet pop, dilated black irises meeting yours. "Want to get out of here, darling?" Loki asked, straightening his black-white bow tie. "With pleasure."

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peakyltd · 10 months

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Hello! May I request a fluff one shot of John with female reader from the fluff scenario “is that my shirt?” Please and thank you

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I hope you'll like it! My mind took it from fluffy to sliiightly smutty (It's really just a little bit and no real smut is actually described) so I hope you don't mind that little turn 🙈

John Shelby x Fem reader

Warnings: Mentions/hinting of smut, not really explicitly described it. Mentions of alcohol.

Word count: 1615

Nothing but you

(Y/N) walked trough the fields to reach her and John's house. She had promised John not to walk all the way home alone but the night was calm and she felt confident enough to do it anyway.

She had spent time at her friend’s house. It wasn’t supposed to be a long visit until they both decided to get some drinks. Before she knew, she was getting tipsy and it was slowly getting dark.

When she left her friends' house and stepped out in the cold air, she realized the drinks had a bit more impact on her than she thought. She hoped the fresh air would sober her up.

The stroll to her house had actually helped and as she reached the front door, she did feel better. She unlocked it and made her way inside. "John, I'm home!" She called out his name but the house was quiet.

Polly agreed on watching the kids so she and John could have the day for themselves. Or at least (Y/N) did, John had business to do.

"John?" She called out again but got no response. This meant she had the house for herself a little longer. (Y/N) decided to get changed and get herself one more drink.

She slipped into one of John's shirts. They were always comfortable, it basically reached her thighs and the sleeves almost covered her hands.

(Y/N) entered the kitchen and reached for the top cabinet, getting a glass and a bottle of gin. She poured it into the glass and added tonic water.

She was too occupied with her drink that she didn't hear John entering the house. He quietly approached her, a mischievous grin on his face. He was ready to scare her as she turned around, bumping into him.

John's sudden presence scared her, causing her body to jerk back. Spilling her drink all over herself. "My god, John!" She shrieked loudly.

Her reaction and the shock on her face made him laugh. "Hello, darling." He laughed. "Yeah, hello John. Very funny." She scowled him but couldn't help but laugh at the same time.

"Please never scare me like that again, it'll cost me my heart." She said as she took a deep breath. "Can't promise." John answered as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he pressed a kiss on her lips. "Is that my shirt?"

(Y/N) pulled him back in for another kiss, she loved his soft lips against hers. "Maybe." She looked up at him. He let go of her and pulled slightly on the, now wet, white fabric she was wearing. It stuck to her chest due to the spilling of her drink, making it partly see trough. "It looks better on you than on me."

She looked down at the shirt and blushed. "I'm going to get changed." She stated. "You don't have to. I don't mind." He flashed her a cheeky grin. "John Shelby." She chuckled.

"I'm just being honest here, love." He defended himself. (Y/N) shook her head, chuckling, as she crossed her arms to cover her chest. "And I love your honesty but-" "It's not like I don't know what's under that shirt." He interrupted her, pulling her back into his arms.

"John, please." She giggled, looking up at him. Her arms finding its way back around his neck. "Change of subject then, how was your day?" He asked her, a curious glint in his eyes. "Oh it was great, we had fun." (Y/N) happily told him, as she took off his cap. Pecking his lips multiple times.

"I'm glad." John smiled, pecking hers as well. "Did someone drive you home?" He asked, stroking her hair. "Well..." She started. "Not really." "What do you mean not really?" He asked her. "I walked home myself." She confessed to him.

"(Y/N)." He said, shaking his head slightly. "I know John but nothing happened." She assured him as she pressed a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. "You know how dangerous it can be for us." He protested, trying to be stern with her to make his point but he couldn't help but smile a little at the sight in front of him.

He could tell she had been drinking. "I know but you also know that I know that-" She stopped her sentence. "I don't know what I wanted to say but I wasn't afraid to walk alone." She finished, an innocent smile on her face.

He chuckled softly. "Don't do it again next time, okay? I can't miss you for the rest of my life." He told her, knowing this conversation wouldn't' do anything right now. "I promise." She said, standing on her tiptoes to peck his lips once again. She lost her balance and bumped her nose against his. "Oh." She chuckled. "Sorry."

"I guess you had a few drinks?" He laughed, already knowing the answer. "A few." She admitted. "I can tell." He grinned, stroking her cheek. "What?" "I could see it in your eyes but the taste on your lips gave it away." He chuckled. "And maybe your balance did as well."

She giggled. "Okay maybe a bit more than a few. But if I might take a guess I'm not the only one." She stated, also knowing his answer. "I'm not here to judge you." He looked at her, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips before he leaned in to press a kiss on her neck. "I'm just hoping my beautiful wife had her well deserved fun." He mumbled in her ear.

"That she had." Her hand moved to his neck. Her fingernails trailing softly over his skin, goosebumps forming on his body. "Well I'm very happy about that." He pressed another kiss behind her ear. "But I did miss my handsome husband." She teased.

"Maybe we could continue the fun." He whispered softly. "You know, just the two of us in this empty house." He smirked. (Y/N) licked her lips. "I couldn't say no to that." She breathed out, she was excited to finally have some alone time with him.

John kissed her neck again, sucking softly on her skin. His hands moving over her body. A soft moan escaped her mouth.

"Could you repeat that Mrs. Shelby?" John teased her, running his hands over her back as he kissed her jaw softly. He knew exactly where to find her soft spots. "Maybe I will if you let me change this shirt." She teased back. "You can wear mine once I'm done with you." He smirked, lifting her chin.

(Y/N) looked at him, the desire too strong to resist. "Tell me more. You have my attention." She told him, sliding her hand over his chest. "I think I should show you instead." He said before crashing his lips on hers.

Discarded clothing was found all over the floor. (Y/N) and John were laying cuddled up on their sofa, catching their breaths. Their attempt to get upstairs failed. They never even reached the stairs.

John stroked (Y/N)'s hair, a content smile on his face. Her head rested on his chest as she listened to his heartbeat, her arm draped over his abdomen. Carefully moving his fingertips over his skin. The shirt he was wearing before now covered her body.

Nothing mattered but them in this moment.

He watched her. He loved how her hair was sprawled out over his chest, how her cheeks had turned rosy and how beautiful she looked overall. "I love you." His low voice made her look up at him.

She beamed at him. "I love you too. So much." She softly told him as she moved up, straddling him. She leaned down to kiss him gently. John grabbed her face as he kissed her back. Her plump lips felt nice against his. He wouldn't mind to keep them there forever.

(Y/N) slowly pulled away, leaving her lips linger close to his. John's eyes fluttered open to look at her. He was met with that beautiful smile of hers, gazing in each others eyes. His hands moved down to her waist.

"Is there something wrong, sweetheart?" He asked her, a small grin on his lips. (Y/N) pretended to think. "Well..." John didn't wait for her answer as he wrapped his arms around her. He sat up, holding her so she was on his lap. "Well?" He repeated.

"I just-" John cut her off by kissing her again. Her arms moved around his neck eagerly, needing the feeling of his lips against hers again. She pulled him closer, desperate for his touch. He pulled away, smirking.

She looked at him, a slight displeased look on her face. "Oh what is it?" He asked her teasingly. "Did you want more?" His smirk growing. She got off his lap and stood in front of him, adjusting the shirt she was wearing.

"No, I'm fine." She smirked, teasing him. John watched her. She was absolutely gorgeous. "I was just getting a drink anyway." She said as she made her way to the kitchen. "I don't think you are." He mentioned as he got up.

She turned around to face him, watching as he moved over to her. He pushed her backwards until her back hit the wall. He grabbed her hands and put them above her head.

She looked at him, lust filling her eyes once more. "Because I'm not done with you yet." He smirked, attacking her neck with kisses again.

Soon they were all tangled in each other once again. The shirt she was wearing was tossed across the living room. Finding its place with all their other discarded clothes.

#john shelby one shot #john shelby imagine #john shelby x reader #peaky blinders fanfic #john shelby #john shelby drabble

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haecien · 4 months

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Carat journey recap! (can also be an acc recap)

" Where to start ? .... " Let's go back in time shall we?

Specifically to July 21 2023 (if u wanna get very specific then at 9:14pm)

So ... I remember once I saw an edit of minghao in the light a flame era, and oh my god I swear it was a fever dream from then. I fell for minghao so hard instantly, and hey I was down to stan a new group....– I had nothing to do anyways

The first mv i watched was "SUPER" big slap on the face with minghaos solo.... I just picked the most recent one😭

First variety show of SEVENTEEN, the first show I watched where svt was includent was the game caterers !! That really helped me memorize the members without having to make analysis on there faces💀 and... I got slapped again with minghaos personality (hes perfect istg he deserves all of the tea sets🥺🥺)

I got deeper and deeper into the fandom, I learned the jokes in such a short amount of time. It took me a week to recognize all of them, my bias list got longer and longer💀 and so here we are now! ....

But wait! How did i end up here? I had been using tumblr for a while, my friend introduced me to it. Originally it was meant for anime but i got curious... and behold caratblr! The first ever fic I read was " The letter " by @/toruro I absolutely loved the slow burn and its still my fav fic of all time <33

after that I found out abt smaus! First smau i read was by suhnshinehaos called "Apartment 5c" I love the fic sm its so sweet and it was so well done </33 my serotonin boost fr

This accounts first post was on August 28! where I made my first smau (was lowkey inspired by apartment 5c but yeah) which is... " Whoops ! Roomie mix-up " it got discontinued due to me loosing my motivation, I still hold this fic dearly to my heart since it had so much potential but never got out.

Quick recap of how many things i posted! (rbs included)

In August I made : 7 posts

September : 354

October : 171

November : 194

December: 170

So in total... I made 896 posts in 2023! ( what the fuck )

Also ily to all my moots<333 @slytherinshua @weird-bookworm @welcometomyoasis @blue-jisungs @eternalgyu , @etherealyoungk , @mirxzii , @candewlsy , @kkooongie , @woozvc , @amxlia-stars , @seuonji , @hanggarae , @mitsukifilms , @/anemoiant , @icyminghao , @addicsvt , @aisopen , @wheeboo , @seokminded , @evalevaeva , @idubiluv , @fairyhaos , @mangocustard16 , @aaniag

youve made this year so fun!! thank u<33

#cientalks.exe #cienslovelies.com #seventeen

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ritz-writes · 6 months

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@asleepyy so sorry for tagging u twice in one day and i hope im not bothering u with my brain rot 😅

but yes, i did actually dissect the lyrics. yes, i am actually insane. and yes, i love this au quite a lot.

here are my notes and what i think each song represents, tho its mainly just the vibes i get. i made notes as i listened to them (note: i see songs almost always in animatic form. idk if that will effect how i imagine what each song means, but i thought it might be worth mentioning)

join me as i lose my mind over the course of an hour and a half

say what you think: def making me think of them both in heaven and jophiel wanting to ask questions.

running up that hill: AHH this one hurt. very obvious as well. jophiel seeing that azazel shouldnt be a demon. "And if I only could I'd make a deal with God, and I'd get Him to swap our places." i am sobbingggg

what difference does it make?: at first i was going to say its jophiel wanting to figure out what went wrong but azazel makes them promise not to, but i think its better suited for azazel understanding hes a demon, but he cant help but still have faith in the almighty

please please please let me get what i want: fuckkk is this about azazel being a demon but still wanting to do good 😭 short but still painful

ever fallen in love (with someone you shouldn't've): my first reaction to the title alone was like the second image of the kambucha girl meme. anyway i think this one is about them becoming friends (or more?? 👀) but knowing its seen as wrong. "And if I start a commotion, I run the risk of losing you and that's worse" makes me also think of jophiel talking to the metatron and realizing he shouldnt ask about azazel lest he risk the poor thing being smited.

nothing critical: ohhhh this one gives hella vibes of jophiel not trusting heaven and knowing "something isnt right here" in regards to the fall-- HOLD UP "I know, someone had to go, If not him it'd be me instead" HELLO??? aziraphale asking for jophiel??? is this like after he finds out what azazels name used to be??

flowers never bend with the rainfall: hmm... i feel like this is a plot point song. not sure why. but "And I hide behind the shield of my illusion" makes me think it pertains to azazel

bird in space: oh this ones a bit tricky. i think ive reached the songs that no longer fit the lore we've been given thus far. so the only thing i can think rn is jophiel enjoying earthly pleasures? not rlly sure

angel, won't you call me?: oh fuckkk is this about a fight they have? "I fled at the face of my rival. When I felt his breath at the back of my neck. Angel, won't you call?" theres no way that isnt about azazel saying smth and then leaving, only to be scared he severed his tie to the only person thats been nice to him.

the stranger: first of this is a bop and im loving it. very groovy. the first thing that comes to mind is the "choose your faces wisely" prophecy. ooo is this about jophiel trying to convince azazel hes still meant to be an angel? that he wasnt meant to fall? also, the last verse is sticking out to me... not sure why

all i think about now: fuckkkkk this is giving me the vibes of jophiel finding out azazel Fell cuz of him and feeling guilty about it. "If I'm late, can I thank you now?" FUCKING OW?? oh yeah for sure this is about jophiel finding out and being sucker punched with guilt

ill be your mirror: oh goddd this song. i know crowley listens to this song but i cant remember what its about so lets see. AH SHIT YEAH THATS RIGHT. okay so jophiel reminds azazel that he is inherently good, regardless of if hes a demon. thats what im getting from this (also just tihnking of that ask i sent about the reflective sunglasses bthwjegkrw)

me and my husband: okay all im getting from this is "they r down bad". they r very very very much in love. getting vibes of this being after they stop the apocolypse. or maybe their feelings developing thru the centuries

time in a bottle: oh man this song always gets me. okay so, this and the last song r giving the oh-shit-i-might-be-in-love vibes. but this one is with jophiel's pov, while me and my husband is azazel's

ritz note: the last couple songs have been cute and lovey and i am now terrified of what the next ones r gonna be. cuz i know this fandom. and i am not ready for the pain. i am afraidddd

lonesome town: i fucking called it i knew the happy wouldnt last 😭😭 they had a fight didnt they. yeahhh they had a fight. FUCK why is this so sad but so pretty

across the universe: is this one sad too??? hang on theres a bit thats not in english, what does that mean... "Hail to the Heavenly Teacher." okay so i assume this is an azazel song. this is just making me think of the bookshop fire, but its azazel thinking jophiel died 😭 ....i am staring at the lyircs. i am glaring at the lyrics. this song MEANS something. i just dont know what. but its important. im squinting at it very hard (note: i came back to this song and am STILL glaring at it. its like. its like im seeing it covered in sand but i know theres gold underneath. i cant SEE the gold, but i know its there. this is driving me nuts /pos)

no wonder i: hm.. im not rlly sure with this one. OH?? is this azazel finding out heaven isnt that good?? "Suddenly I'm not so sure. That intentions can be pure." hmmmmmmm

what do they know?: holy shit okay this is a completely different kind of song than the others. im.... glaring at these lyrics too. feels like a plot point but cant tell what it is. i think its about jophiel? maybe heaven too?? idk im grasping at straws with this one

sea of love: oh yay a happy song again 😌 okay this is just short and sweet. gives me forgiveness and/or confession vibes.

who are you, really?: this one sounds important and i am glaring!! makes me think of "we dont need heaven we dont need hell" and also "a demon/angel that goes along with hell/heaven as far as he can". also just makes me think of jophiel speaking.

the moon will sing: i fucking love this song but i dont think ive ever looked at the lyrics so lets goooo. right away i see "I could have been anyone, anyone else. Before you made the choice for me" and think of aziraphale asking and falling for jophiel, and in a way making the choice of jophiel staying an angel. "Instead, I made a bed with apathy" jophiel trying not to care about a random demon. "I shine only with the light you gave me" jophiel giving azazel ideas on how to do "good" while being "bad". also with that line, thinking of azazel saying that to god and being sad about having fallen AUGHH i have a whole animatic in my head with this song and im losing my mind

matephor: hnnnn another important sounding song. jophiel vibes. fight song perhaps?? "Don't look too hard 'cause you won't like the scars he left in me" azazel vibes??? this one is elusive to me but i love it. okay im slowly getting more azazel vibes. like azazel trying to convince jophiel that he is a demon and fell for a reason

providence: right away getting "heaven and hell r bad" vibes. OHH okay okay this is giving me hella jophiel vibes, but specificly snarky and sassy jophiel vibes. of being like "oh yes heaven is oh so great, we kill children! but its for the greater good, of course. gotta beat hell and all that, even at the cost of innocents. all for the almighty and her ineffable plan." (this song is a bop omg)

earth angel: oh i know this one but only with crowley and aziraphale, so im excited to listen to it with an oopsie omens mind set. omg wait why does it hit HARDER. love sick azazel is such a cute image 🥺🥰

what more can i do: hmm.. them being in love but knowing its "forbidden"? cant tell who i imagine with it more

starman: this is just them. classic good omens song, regardless of the au. love to see it 💖

a pearl: AH FUCK ANOTHER SAD ONE. mitski whyy. hm.. azazel song? jophiel?? i think jophiel... tho my mind might be turning to mush at this point so im not sure. one of them is sad

duvet: oh def azazel vibes. oh maybe some jophiel vibes too?? i can see it swaping povs. i think it fits azazel more tho.

ritz note: OKAY the next song is in a different language and for a split second i legit thought i was having a stroke when i pulled up the lyrics ngl bgkewrrkjq

différent de toi: no idea what this song is about but its pretty 😊

oh thats all of them! i think the first half is more coherent observations, while the second half is just... rambling a bit lmao. idk if any of this makes sense. i might also be looking for things that arent there with these songs, but oh well. this was fun!

and now, after looking back at them all, i really does just slowly derail near the end lmao

#kinda hesitant to post this #but i think i put too much work into it not to so #here we go <3 #good omens #good omens au #ritz rambles #long post

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