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vintageshanny · 2 months

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Don’t Go Changing

I wrote this for an anonymous request that Big Daddy Elvis walk in on reader while she’s changing and smut and fluff ensue. 18+ I hope you enjoy! 😘

I envisioned this taking place in 1976-77, but there’s no real date references, so you can imagine it however you wish! ❤️

You drummed your fingers anxiously against the inside of the door frame as the car pulled up the driveway and around to the carport. George glanced over at you with a little smile. “Nervous?”

“What? No,” you scoffed. “I get set up on dates with superstars all the time.” George had been friends with your older brother and sister for years, and apparently had decided that you’d be perfect for his other long-time friend, Elvis Presley. You knew plenty of girls would still jump at the chance to meet him, but you had hemmed and hawed over the decision. Sure, he’d always been easy on the eyes when your sister had dragged you along to some of his movies, and you enjoyed his music, but the posters on your wall growing up had been of David Ruffin and Stevie Wonder. Although you were a little embarrassed to admit it, your latest celebrity crush was Jackie Jackson, who was honestly much more age appropriate for you than Elvis. But George had pleaded with you to just meet Elvis and see how it went.

“I really think you’ll hit it off,” George was saying as he jumped out of the car and came around to open your door. “Just be yourself. Elvis is usually very warm and friendly, nothing to be scared about.” You just nodded wordlessly as you stepped out of the car and smoothed down your pale pink eyelet sundress.

George led the way through the back door into what appeared to be a very gaudy den area where a handful of people were sitting around, talking and laughing. Every surface seemed to be covered with green carpeting, and the furniture was all elaborately carved. Your heart skipped a beat when you spotted Elvis sitting in a high-backed chair. As you locked eyes with him, you could feel a magnetic attraction that seemed to pull all of the reservations right out of you. He rose from his chair and strode over to you. His face was definitely fuller than what you remembered from the movies, but the trademark crooked grin that spread across it as he approached you sent a flutter through your body that caught you completely off guard. Elvis beamed as George introduced the two of you.

“Nice ta meet ya honey,” he drawled as he pulled you into a big hug, the swell of his belly pressing into you. The affection was making you weak in the knees. Elvis smiled as he pulled back and noticed the flush spreading over your cheeks. “Ya okay, doll?” he teased. “Ya ain’t scared of me, are ya?”

“No, no, um, it’s just, uh, kind of warm in here,” you whispered, knowing full well that everyone in the room could see that your face was on fire.

Elvis just chuckled and nodded. “It is a little warm in here. But now that you’re here, we can go swimmin’. Ya brought a bathing suit, right?” You nodded and motioned to the tote bag that you were clutching. George had warned you to bring a swimsuit and change of clothes because you never knew what Elvis might suddenly be in the mood for. Elvis grabbed your free hand and pulled you down a little hallway toward the bathroom. “You can change in here, honey, then jus’ go outside that way toward the pool,” he pointed. “I’ll be waitin’ for ya out there.”

You pulled on your swimsuit and examined yourself in the bathroom mirror, certain you had worn the wrong thing. Your royal blue one-piece had a halter neck that showed off your cleavage a little bit, but the bottom had a skirt that covered your thighs. You figured that Elvis was used to being around actresses and models, and you felt insecure showing too much of yourself. Now you worried that you looked too frumpy though. Just be yourself, you repeated George’s advice in your head. If he likes you, great. If not, his loss. With one last glance in the mirror, you turned and headed for the pool.

The others were already splashing around and playing a game of keep-away with a beach ball, but Elvis was relaxing on a lounge chair, his head tilted toward the sun, still wearing the powder blue tracksuit he’d had on when you arrived. You approached his chair and cleared your throat. “Are you, um, not going in the water?” you asked, clinging shyly to the pale pink beach towel you had brought.

“I was jus’ waitin’ for you, honey,” Elvis smiled, turning your insides right back to jelly. “Y’know,” he continued as he stood to remove his tracksuit, revealing a navy blue T-shirt and swim trunks underneath, “I do have towels here sweetheart. I wouldn’t have made ya stand out in the sun ta dry off.”

“I didn’t think you would,” you laughed, trying not to let your gaze linger too long on his sturdy thighs, “but George said to come prepared, so I didn’t want to take any chances.”

“And did ya?” Elvis asked with a little smirk.

“Did I what?” you responded, confused.

“Come prepared,” Elvis smiled, his blue eyes twinkling behind his tinted glasses.

“Oh,” you giggled nervously. “I don’t think so, actually. I wasn’t really prepared to like you so much.” The awkward words tumbled out before you could stop them. Elvis tilted his head back and let out a big laugh as you blushed profusely. “I mean,” you continued on, “it’s not like I’m some groupie and you’re, y’know, a bit older than me and, I mean, oh my gosh, I’m sorry, that was so rude, I didn’t mean, it’s just that you’re so nice and funny and cute and I wasn’t expecting…” your voice trailed off as Elvis’ laughter grew louder.

“Wow, ya really had high hopes for me, huh?” he teased, trying to recover from his amusement.

At that, you started giggling a bit too. “I’m sorry, I guess I just kept digging myself in deeper and deeper.”

“That’s okay, honey, it’s nice ta know I can still take people by surprise,” he joked with a wink. “Now let’s cool off. I can’t tell if that’s a blush or a sunburn covering you.” Elvis grabbed your hand and led you down into the water. As you passed through the game everyone was playing, Elvis suddenly dove for the ball. He came up sputtering and laughing, tossing the ball to you to keep the game going. As one of the other guys, whose name you couldn’t recall from George’s introductions earlier, lunged toward you to get it back, Elvis quickly grabbed it and tossed it to the other end of the pool. “Y’all stay down there with that,” he snapped as he shot the guy a glare for daring to get close to you, seemingly forgetting his own role in joining the game. He pulled you over to the side of the pool and smiled again. “Tell me more about yourself, honey.”

As you chatted with Elvis about your recent graduation from UT Memphis and what you were thinking of doing next, you couldn’t help but notice how his T-shirt, now soaking wet, clung to him like a second skin. You could see very clearly the bumps of his nipples and the raised pattern where a trail of hair led down from his chest to his stomach and beyond. It was like a very sexy topographical map. It was taking everything in you not to reach out and touch him.

“Honey, wh-wh-what do ya keep lookin’ down at?” Elvis asked with a frown. “Do I got somethin’ on myself?”

“No, I’m sorry, it’s nothing like that,” you blushed, caught red-handed checking him out.

“W-w-well what is it? T-t-tell me what you’re thinkin’ ‘bout.” Elvis sounded almost nervous, and for the first time you realized he might have insecurities too. You’d been so focused on your own nerves that you hadn’t even questioned why he would wear a shirt in the pool in the first place.

You leaned in closer, your breasts brushing up against his chest as you whispered nervously, “It’s just that I think you’re so sexy. It’s hard for me to stop looking at your body.” You pulled back in time to see Elvis’ eyes widen and his face turn a brilliant shade of red.

“I feel the same way about you, honey,” he murmured as he leaned in and softly pressed his lips against yours, apparently unconcerned about anyone else witnessing this display of affection. A little shiver ran through your body, and you could feel your nipples harden against his soft chest. Elvis pulled back, a blissful smile spread across his face. “Ya cold, baby? Ya wanna go inside with me?” You nodded, feeling a compulsive urge to follow him absolutely anywhere. “We’re gonna go in and have a little tour,” Elvis announced to his friends as the two of you got out and dried off. “Y’all can stay out here.” You slipped your hand into Elvis’ as you headed back inside. “Where ya goin’, baby?” Elvis asked as you walked back toward the bathroom.

“I was just going to change back into my clothes,” you responded, a little confused.

“Bring ‘em upstairs, honey, you can change in my bathroom. It’s a lot more spacious, and then we can keep gettin’ ta know each other.” You grabbed your bag of clothes and followed him, wondering just how well you’d get to know each other. As soon as you entered the dark, cool bedroom, you could feel the nerves set in. As if completely attuned to your emotions, Elvis squeezed your hand reassuringly. “Honey, we ain’t gonna do anything you don’t wanna do. I-I-I really like ya and jus’ wanna keep talkin’, okay?” You smiled and nodded. “Look, you can go right in the bathroom and change. I’ll be out here.”

“Thanks, Elvis. I really like you too,” you whispered, feeling suddenly very shy again now that the two of you were alone together. You slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind you. As you reached back to untie the halter neck of your suit, you realized that in your nervous state while putting it on, you had knotted it way too tightly. The water had tightened the knot even more, and now it was completely stuck. “Shoot,” you muttered as you kept picking at the knot. There was a soft rap at the door.

“Honey, ya okay?” Elvis called out.

“Yes, I’m almost done!” you lied, starting to feel panicked. You were too embarrassed to ask him for help getting undressed. Out of sheer determination, you finally loosened the knot and untied it. Right as you rolled your still-damp swimsuit all the way down your body and stepped out of it, there was another soft knock. Before you could answer, Elvis opened the door gingerly.

“Honey, are you sure you’re okay?” he started to ask before his voice trailed off to nothing, his jaw dropped a little bit at the sight of you standing there completely naked.

“Elvis!” you shrieked, trying to cover yourself with your hands. “Don’t look! I’m naked!”

“Well I can see that honey,” Elvis couldn’t help teasing. “What’d ya say before? Somethin’ about bein’ so sexy it’s hard not to look?”

“Elvis, it’s not funny! I’m embarrassed,” you whimpered, still trying to cover your top half with one hand and your bottom half with the other.

“Honey, you ain’t got a thing to be embarrassed about. You were hidin’ all that under that swimsuit? Goddamn,” he let out a low whistle as he gently moved your hands out of the way and pulled you in close to him, looking you up and down. He let one of his hands trace slowly down your side, over the curve of your hip, while the other reached around and gave your butt a squeeze.

“Elvis, I-” you started to protest but the words didn’t seem to want to come out after all.

“I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t mean ta embarrass ya. I really thought ya were changed already. Do ya want me ta stop?” he whispered into your ear, the warmth of his breath tickling you.

“Don’t stop, Elvis,” you whispered as you leaned up and kissed him passionately, your tongues dancing together.

“Mmm,” Elvis moaned as he walked you back toward the counter and hoisted you on top of it. “I won’t stop until ya say so.”

“Wait, Elvis, before you do anything, can you, um, let me see you?” you whispered.

Elvis blushed and shrugged. “I guess fair is fair,” he said as he pulled off the dry shirt he had changed into. You could feel yourself growing slick at the sight of his broad hairy chest and soft belly.

“What about those?” you asked, nodding toward his pants.

“Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, baby,” Elvis teased. “You jus’ relax and let me make ya feel good.” He spread your legs apart and groaned at the sight of your arousal. He slipped two of his fingers through your folds and slid them inside of you.

“Oh, god,” you moaned as you reached out and ran your hands over his chest, down his stomach, and gently palmed what was growing hard inside his pants. Elvis let his tongue travel down your neck and over your chest as he continued pumping his fingers, crooking them just right to hit a spot that drove you wild. You explored his body as much as you could with your hands, and when you pulled him in for another deep kiss, you noticed he was panting just as much as you were. The simultaneous action of his hands and tongue finally took you right over the edge, your moans filling the room.

“I’m sorry, I usually don’t move so quickly with anyone,” you whispered as you came down from your state of euphoria, wondering what he must think of you.

“Neither do I,” he grinned. “But I can tell you’re somethin’ special that deserves to be taken care of.”

“Can I, um, take care of you?” you asked, looking down at where you had felt his chubby length through his pants.

Elvis grinned that sweet crooked grin again. “We should probably save somethin’ for next time, huh?” You smiled back, but you had noticed that there was a suspicious wet spot on his pants, and the noises he’d been making started to make a lot of sense. “Here honey, jus’ put this on and come lay by me,” Elvis said, handing you a silky robe from a hook by the door. “I jus’ wanna hold ya.”

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versadies · 2 years

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my songbird. (pantalone x gn!reader)

SALUTATIONS. my songbird

ADDRESSED. pantalone (w. gn!performer!reader)

CONTENT. fluff/no-angst, performer!reader, ooc pantalone, very fluffy, no tw as far as ik

STAMP/SYPNOSIS. although your performances are always memorable, there's always something else that made it all the more better, which is meeting your most loyal sponsor, your husband, afterwards.

PENPALS. @scaraslover @saving-for-xiao @dawgimsohot @kazu-topia @chiruru @aqualesha @renamichii @mrkamisato @shenhesl0ver @serami00 @serenareiss @hiqhkey @emperatris-rinaka @bystander36 @irisxiel @ladycoleigh @034ven @dear-dairiess @owozi8 @hadesaedes @chiro-chiro-kun @hersscherofyatta @mariusvonhangme @yuzuricebun @nejibot @hoshikistarlette @solaaresque @crowbird @lordbugs @flowersforayato @headintheclouddd @estelwrld @giyusimpsassemble @irethepotatosblog @moonlightaangel @alice0blog @shotosbrainrot @sniffoat @chihawari @mxsomn @kuni-kuzushii @jiminscarmex @mitsukii14 @nejibot @ylimeprive @sachispet @loreleis-world @sn-owo @starforecasts @someonetookmynamelmao @ceylestia @lychme @ymikkos @reallysporadicarcade @melodyyamino

POST-SCRIPT. enjoy your food pantalone lovers 😘😘

LINKS. MAIN MASTERLIST \ TAGLIST

Being married to a Harbinger of all people is something you never thought you’d end up doing in your life.

You don’t consider yourself as someone who seems to be the type a harbinger would like, let alone respect you. You’re just a performer that most - if not all - people enjoy watching due to how you use your vision in your performances.

That is, until you met your anonymous sponsor.

Your sponsor is one of a kind, you’d say. Not only does he give you a generous amount of mora for your shows and staff often, but he also sends you gifts every time you finish your show, all which were sent by a Fatui soldier or more depending on said gift. He also sends you a letter from each of those gifts, something that you always look forward to. You find it endearing how he calls you songbird, especially since it’s one of your favorite animals.

Of course, you’d send a response to him through the Fatui soldier who comes by to drop the gift, sending him gratitudes and how you hoped he enjoyed the shows you dedicatedly perform in.

You didn’t know who your sponsor was besides the fact that they’re associated with the Fatui, but you were grateful that you have such a supporter on your side.

By the time you did find out who it was, you were shocked to say the least.

It was during a certain ball that’s held in the Zapolyarny Palace and you were invited to perform for the Tsartisa and the Fatui, so it’s safe to say you were both nervous and excited. Nervous, because this is the most important show you must do your best in, and excited because you’re going to meet your sponsor personally, who wrote to you that he’ll be showing up and watching you among the audience.

When your performance ended, you were greeted by a very important man backstage.

“What a lovely performance, I must say.” He complimented, causing you to smile bashfully. “Thank you, Lord Regrator. I’m glad you enjoyed my performance.” You replied politely, bowing your head.

He chuckles. “You’ve come a long way, songbird. I’m proud to be one of your sponsors.”

Your eyes widen from the nickname. “It’s… It’s you.” You breathe out.

“It’s nice to meet you in person, dearest ( Name ).” Pantalone said softly. You watched as he offered you his hand as an invitation. “Care to dance, songbird?”

You look at his hand for a while before shyly taking his hand. “I’d be honored.”

And so the both of you spent the rest of the night dancing, talking, and everything together in the ball, not noticing the stares you receive from those who are in the ballroom. In all honesty, everyone didn’t expect to see the Ninth Harbinger getting along with someone like you, not expecting him of all people to be the type to be so interested in theatrics and arts (in reality, he was simply just interested in you).

Ever since that day, Pantalone started to come visit you during your shows whenever he can. Instead of the fatui soldier that comes to you for your gifts, it’s the harbinger who comes to you himself. The two of you then proceeded to have conversations that you would have conversed through your letters and lost time.

Eventually, the two of you fell in love and the rest is history.

You find yourself admiring your wedding ring as you sit down on your seat after yet another successful performance. It was unfortunate that your husband wasn’t able to come and watch your show, but knowing the duties of a harbinger, you could understand why.

You just can’t wait to come home and be in the loving arms of your love.

Eagerly, you started removing your accessories that you wore during the show. The faster you are with wrapping things up, the better chance of coming back to your mansion early.

It seems fate has other plans.

Suddenly, someone knocks on your door. You could recognize it was one of the organizers of the show, so you tell them to come in.

“Mx. ( Name ), it seems you have a visitor.” The organizer says as she slowly opens the door a bit, causing you to glance at her through the mirror. “Is it alright for him to come in?”

“Depends on who it is.” You answered, still removing your accessories. “I don’t have much time for a chat, I would like to come back home and meet my husband.”

“And why should you do that when your husband’s already here?” Your eyes brighten when you hear the familiar voice of the man you love, causing you to turn and see Pantalone opening the door wide for you to see him.

“Your show’s magnificent and elegant as always, my dearest–” Before he could finish his words, you suddenly ran up to him and gave him a hug, delighted that he actually came and saw your performances.

“You came!” You said excitedly. The organizer who took Pantalone decided to leave you two alone, closing the door lightly with a smile evident on her face. “How long were you watching? Where were you this whole time?”

Pantalone lets out a chuckle, hugging you back. “I was watching almost the entire show from one of the VIP booths. I enjoyed every bit of it.”

You feel your cheeks warming up from his compliment. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

He then breaks your hug in order to bring out a box. It’s a small one, but not small enough for you to assume it's jewelry. “I also brought you something precious while I was on my way. Consider it as my congratulations gift to you for another successful performance as your most devoted sponsor.”

You let out a gasp. “You shouldn’t have! You’ve given me so much already!”

“Nonsense. It’s my pleasure to spoil my spouse as much as I want.” He said, opening the box to show you what’s inside. It’s a container that has a fine and intricate design, you can assume it was a new jewelry box for you to put all of your accessories that your husband gifted you.

Pantalone brings out another item, this time it was a key.

“Here, open the box with this.” He says, watching you slowly grab it from him.

You pull out the container from the box, putting it on top of your desk as you open it with the key that was given to you.

Once the container finally opens, your eyes widen when you realize what Pantalone actually gave you.

The container is actually a music box, one that plays the first song that made you fly to stardom and become one of the most famous performers in Teyvat.

However, it wasn’t the fact that it’s playing such a song that made you so shocked. It was the sight of two miniature figures of you and your husband dancing together inside the music box.

“Do you like it?” He asks, watching you stare in awe at the miniature figures.

“I love it.” You answer, your smile widens. “I can’t believe my eyes.. Isn’t this famous in Fontaine recently?”

He hums in response, now standing next to you. “Yes. I thought it’s something you might like when I first heard about it, so I personally ordered from one of the best craftsmen to make one just for you.”

You were too busy staring at the music box to notice how Pantalone looked at you with a loving gaze. He could tell how exhausted you were with how much you’ve been performing over the past few weeks, so he thought it would make you happy if he were to give you a gift that you can use whenever you get ready for your shows.

It wasn’t until he lends out a hand to you when you finally turn to look at him in curiosity.

“Care to dance, songbird?” He asks.

Flashes of how you and Pantalone first interacted face to face came to your mind from that one simple question, and you eagerly grabbed his hand.

“I’d be honored.”

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kasagia · 4 months

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I read 'losing your memory' and now i'm in love with you. Honestly the way you write is breath-taking and beautiful. I haven't read a lot of fanfics with your style of writing but I always love it. It's like a fresh breeze at the beach while it's also raining. Does that make sense? Kinda surreal and ethereal. Anyways I'm gonna need part 2 😘 Also happy new year and you better have a good year or else

Oh my sweet God, you spoil me sooooooo much… 😭😭😭😭

I simply don't know what to say other than that I'm terribly grateful, abashed/ashamed (in the good way, I am just not used to so much attention and sweet words, and I always don't know what to say for any compliment, so...), and truly happy that you liked it. 🥹🥹😭😭🩵🖤

Thank you very much!!! Happy New Year and day/night to you too! 🩵🖤🩵🖤

Dear anonymous, I have an idea for all this. Just wait until the pace of my studies and duties slows down a bit and I find time to write.

One thing is certain… Coriolanus has a problem, and the reader will use… any means to get her way. 😈😈😈 I can't say more. 🙈🙈

Thank you so much! 😊🩵🖤🩵

P.S. Sorry for taking up space, anyway, if you are interested, we're talking about this:

Losing your memory.

PART 2 IS COMING... (I just don't know when I will post it, but I've already have 3k words.) 🙈🙈

And I think it'll be called "The Grudge." 🤫🙈

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Anonymous: Don’t know if it’s my mommy issues talking but I would like some Mom!Jill valentine headcanons please 🙏 (love you bae 😘)

I’m glad you requested this, my friend! I just rewatched Death Island and my Jill simping has returned, stronger than ever (I don’t know how that’s even possible). Anyway, I decided to do baby Y/N and Jill because she would be so cute with a little one to take care of T^T Let’s get into it!

“Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Jill murmured. In the dim glow of her bedroom, she sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the pregnancy test in her trembling hands. The positive result had just blinked on the small screen and stared back at her, unwavering. Her heart raced as a mix of surprise and excitement flooded her.

It was almost 3 AM and Jill had finally worked up the courage to take the test after buying it hours ago.

But… To be honest, she didn’t really need the test. She had already been pretty certain she was pregnant. The nausea, the missed periods, the headaches… She knew her body and something was happening to her. Something amazing.

She covered her mouth as tears streamed down her cheeks. She never thought she would be a mama for real. It was a secret fantasy of hers. She always imagined retiring from the B.S.A.A. and starting her own family.

From the very moment she found out about you, she loved you.

As the reality of impending motherhood sank in, Jill’s mind whirred with thoughts of the little life growing within her. She began to imagine tiny fingers and toes, the soft coos of a newborn. She was so ready to hold you.

Months passed, each one a step closer to the day when her world would change forever. Jill embraced the changes in her body, marveling at the miracle unfolding. She talked to you almost constantly. She couldn’t wait to meet you, but she also felt like she already knew you.

The nursery took shape with care, reflecting the anticipation of your arrival. Jill wanted everything to be perfect before you came home.

Eventually, after all her body had gone through, the moment finally arrived when labor pains gripped her. At long last, you entered the world.

Jill’s eyes glistened with tears as she cradled you in her arms for the first time, marveling at the tiny features that mirrored her own. She was a mama finally.

“Hi, Y/N,” She said quietly, smiling as your little hand gripped her finger. “Mama loves you so much, sweetheart,” She told you.

You looked up at her with wide eyes. You had absolutely no idea what she was saying, but you loved the sound of her voice.

Your confused expression made Jill giggle. She leaned in to nuzzle her nose against yours.

From that day forward, Jill’s life revolved around you. When she held you, she discovered a love deeper than she could have imagined. Her, now sleepless, nights were spent bouncing you in her arms and singing to you. While she had never been quite this tired before, she had also never been this happy.

If she’s having trouble getting you to stop crying, she makes up funny dances or songs and isn’t afraid to get goofy. You always end up laughing and Jill cracks up at your reaction (And her less-than-refined dance moves).

Jill’s absolute favorite thing to do is nurse you. The soft, snuffly sounds you make while you eat are so cute. She rocks you and tells you stories from her life as you suckle. Literally no one has better stories than her.

The bond between you two grows more with each feeding (If that’s even possible). She gently pats your back and encourages you to eat. Even when you’re fussy, Jill is able to coax you to latch on. “Eat for mama, baby,” She’ll say. Her gentle voice and smile immediately put you at ease. She’s a natural.

In these tender moments, as she watches you contentedly eating, Jill marvels at the beauty of motherhood. The uncertainty of her parenting abilities has transformed into confidence. She embraced the challenges, finding strength in the love she felt for you.

She was always meant to be your mama and you make her a better person.

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#resident evil #jill valentine x reader #jill valentine #jill valentine x y/n #jill valentine x you #resident evil 3 #re3 remake #re3 jill #jill resident evil #resident evil jill #resident evil fanfiction #jill valentine resident evil

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Friends

TW: Smut. Language. Slight Angst.

*NO HATE TO ELAINE, JUST FILLING THE REQUEST*

SUMMARY: The true feelings he has for you come to a head after his recent breakup…

WORD COUNT: 2200

REQUESTED:

Anonymous asked:

Heyyy, what’s up? So I’ve had this idea for a while so I thought o would just ask you😅

So basically the reader is apart of the obx crew and plays jj’s love interest but she doesn’t really get along with the cast. They aren’t mean or anything but the constantly exclude her. Rudy is the only one who notices and you know says on interviews that she’s good at memorizing lines when no one mentions her or something, idk. The reader starts to have a crush on him but he’s with Elaine but he kinda likes her, too.

Anyway so I thought maybe you could do some smut based on that? It’s totally okay if you don’t want to😁

By the way I love you and you writing so much, really🥰😍😘

*HEY! I LOVE ANYTHING WITH RUDY!! HOPE YOU LIKE THIS! THANK YOU FOR THE LOVE AND SUPPORT! XO*

Friends

Despite the camaraderie among the majority of the cast you never quite fit in in contrast to their close unit. You blamed this on the fact you had only become a series regular into the third season, a romantic interest to JJ, and everyone was invested in their own cliques. And as you had begun to get your footing through it all, it didn't seem to phase you too much. Until you released how excluded you truly were. Birthday parties and premieres with only pictures on social media leaving you to understand you were left without an invitation. For this, the sting would fade as you'd return to work and they would offer kind enough smiles, but still keep a distance, all while you remained professional. But these small moments became largely noticeable as the events carried on. Group photos in which you were forced on the outskirts and interview questions redirected to anyone but you. And everyone seemed indifferent to you.

Everyone but him.

Rudy had been the only one through the brigade of talents that took the time to talk to you and make you feel welcome. Even if it was nothing more than a kind smile, he offered it with every ounce of sincerity he was capable of. He had been the one to give you a tour of the set, practice your lines, and always reassure you whenever you were less than confident. And he also made you relevant through those attempts made by his friends and cast mates. He spoke of how talented and funny you were and how you were a marvel in delivering your lines with perfection. But it would be a comfort ignited by a spark from a romance only possible on the screen as he was otherwise intertwined with Elaine.

She was kind enough, never making you feel any certain way, aside from jealousy when Rudy hung over her on the set, but it was never enough to give anything but that kind smile. Even as she witnessed kissing scenes and moments of high tension between your characters. She remained confident in her relationship.

You were nearly through finishing your new scenes for season four when you noticed the shift in him. The usual illumination behind those sparkling blue eyes was dull and distracted. The lines he would execute with perfection as the rebellious Maybank had become wound somewhere behind his tied tongue as he would apologize in repetition before finally delivering the scene as he once had. But only when you would offer him the support of patience and humor. And you would swear he had looked at you with amorous appreciation out of character for just a moment, but you wouldn't be able to tell before he would correct this and remain professional.

“It’s still hard for me to see you with her.” Elaine confessed behind the door of Rudy’s trailer as you had ventured there after yet another successful afternoon of filming intimate scenes. You turned to leave, not wanting to infringe on a moment clearly meant to be private. And you would have been able to if not for the sound of your name spoken from her lips.

“Even though we broke up, it’s still hard for me. You said you were going to talk to Jonas-”

“I can’t help who he has JJ paired with, but-”

“Don’t tell me I'm just being insecure. Everybody can see it, Rudy! Everyone can see how you look at her between takes and…I just want…” She let out a breath, “I just want to know if you’re fucking her-” The sudden opening of the trailer door sent your cheeks red as Rudy looked to you with a mix of relief and amusement before Elaine’s voice at his back pulled him to remember of the argument he left unfinished while finding a momentary peace with you.

“We aren’t done-” Her words ceased once she saw you, a reserved rolling of her eyes alternating into a side glance as Rudy brought you back to set, filming yet another series of scenes while you could feel his ex’s gaze burn into you.

“Are you okay?” You asked as he fumbled his lines, his hands slipping beyond what was appropriate on your hips, as he would apologize and retract, before ultimately being told to take a minute to collect himself. This would bring him into a section of the filming location excluded from everyone else. At least everyone but you as you followed him with worry.

“Rudy?”

“I’m sorry-”

“Did you hear…everything?” The crimson coloring in your cheeks acted as enough of an answer as he slowly nodded.

“Maybe we can talk to Jonas and see if we can stop-”

“NO-” It was now his turn to blush as he had done so with a quick rise to his feet.

“I’m sorry, Rudy…I don’t want to be the cause of anything and-”

“I’m not.” He confessed as your face contorted into confusion, “I’m not sorry. It’s what’s been kicking me in the ass since it happened…I know I should be pissed and I should be fighting for her…but she’s…not wrong…” His eyes slowly flickered to you after having found a home at his feet.

“You-”

“Shit, I…We should get back, I’m just-” He moved past you as you caught his arm. After a momentary hesitation, your gazes met and it was as if every ounce of air had been sucked from the room. A feeling apparently synonymous to him as he would option for your breath as a means of compensation. A soft kiss gradually increasing in speed and passion would send his hands to your cheeks just as his tongue ran across your bottom lip. A delicate moan from your throat would prompt his fingers lower across your hips and into a lead that settled you over his lap in a straddle as you took station at the couch at his back.

“Rudy-” You pressed your hands to his chest as his fingers made their way beneath your shirt, fire left behind by his touch, but the guilt rushed through you to how he would feel once they left your body in final satisfaction. But he would surprise you with a hand gliding across your cheek and fingers set at a rest in your hair.

“I keep telling myself that it was JJ and Samantha-” He spoke of your two characters. “But I lived through it…Touching you and kissing you…using it as an excuse but convincing myself it was just…method acting,” He scoffed for a second, “But she’s right. Everybody saw it…Every damn scene and I messed it up on purpose just to hold you one second longer or kiss you one last time…But if you don’t want-” You silenced him with a kiss, words you had only ever hoped you’d hear having now become a part of your memory as your hands collected his cheeks until your fingers ran through his hair.

“Are you sure-” He moved to ask before his hand rose to the back of your neck, a sudden display of dominance making you breathless in companionship to the fervent kisses, “Because I’m only going to ask once…”

You answered by removing his shirt and then moving to yours to follow suit, until he took your wrists.

“I’ve probably taken off your shirt at least a thousand times as JJ…” He traced the skin beneath your shirt, a light grip pulling you closer to him, “THIS time, it’s for me…” Quickly, you were left shirtless, the fabric discarded without care as you rocked into his hips. It was the smirk left behind when he would groan that sent him to lift you enough to return you to his naked thighs while your fingers toyed down his stomach, muscles you’d felt a thousand times in character, but now exclusively for yourself.

“Off.” He spoke with more of a soft order, dimples on display softening the cruel timbre, as you bit your bottom lip, climbing off of him enough to remove your pants before his fingers took you back to him with a hooked finger on each side of your panties.

“Everything changes after this…I told you I'd only ask you once, but if you want me to stop-” Your hands came to his chest, pushing him back into the couch as he groaned beneath your passionate kiss. Both hands would come to the corner of your panties, a tear making you gasp.

“You’d only ruin ‘em in a second anyway-” He made your lips part, “I love when you look at me like this…” He reached back down to his pants to reach for a condom as you would bend in a correction to apprehend it yourself, returning to him to note how he had been staring at your body, admiring it by this gaze alone, bottom lip between his teeth in visions worsened by your actions.

“I’ve wanted this-” He interrupted your confession before nodding.

“That’s all I needed to hear…” You were suddenly taken over him, his full shaft interrupting your dripping sex.

“God, you feel-”

“Fuck-” His hand searched over your mouth.

“I don’t want anyone to hear you…not yet…not until I’m sure I can have you all to myself before we get interrupted…” Your eyes rolled to the feeling of his thumb at your clit, making slow motions contradicting the thrusts quickening.

“Take over baby…I want you to use me until-” You now teased him with a hand over his mouth.

“I don’t need direction, Rudy…” Your hand fell loose down his jaw and back onto his chest, a slight claw made into his skin, before you smirked.

“Oh shit, you don’t, do you? Fuck…” He grunted as your hands came back to his shoulders and then to the couch behind him until he purposely led them back to his skin.

“I want to feel how desperate you are for me.” You pulled his hand back to your clit as it had left to take hold of your hip. But as he expected this to be a direction, you moved lower.

“You feel SO good inside me Rudy…Oh my God…”

“You’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you?” This prompted you to prove it, drawing the fingers stained with a mix of your slick and his precum before you lifted it to your lips. Eyes locked to him, you proceeded to suck you both from the tips of your fingers as he would grunt.

“Fuck-” He grunted, quickening his movements as you rivaled him with your own until you now controlled the flow.

“Yes…YES-” He groaned into your shoulder, using your skin as a means to be quiet. And this was how you would remain as perspiration grew alongside desperations. Until Jonas’s voice echoed on the door outside of the room you’d made private for the two of you. You would be pulled onto your back, a hand over your mouth as he continued to drive himself deeper and faster into you. The eroticism of the moment worsened as you made note of the way his face contorted in pleasure and necessity.

“All those fucking scenes…I’ve had your moan on repeat in my mind…But I want to hear it for real-” Your eyes flashed to the door that held the echo of distancing stepson its opposite side.

“I gotta hear it, baby…Let me.”

“Ahh…mmmm…MMMM….RUDY!” His hand came to the back of your neck, your bodies impossibly close, peeling and rocking against each other as he nodded.

“You’re so close, fuck-”

“I'm gonna come-”

“And I’m right there. Right. There…” He growled, his body bucking as you trembled beneath him, satisfaction and fantasy colliding in this perfect moment as you basked in how he felt in attempted recuperation over you.

“Fuck…” He groaned, “Now I know…” He shrugged.

“Know what?”

“It wasn’t just me…”

“No, Rudy…It wasn’t just you…” He smiled, reaching between your thighs.

“Correct you are, baby…it’s both of us…” He brought his fingers back to your lips.

“My turn…” And with that, he made the descent between your legs, your eyes coming to him as you’d feel only his breath on your sex and a smirk at your thigh.

“Mine.” He spoke sweetly as you nodded, committing to him just as he had done to you.

Finally…

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zepskies · 6 months

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I just have to say, genuinely everything in the BMD-verse is some of the best stuff I’ve ever read, BMD has managed to climb it’s way up to being one of my all time favorite fics that I could endlessly re-read and I can’t thank you enough for that. It was so well written and so many subtle details went into making the word feel so real, to the point where I truly felt immersed in the plot and could clearly visualize everything in my head. This fic made me laugh, cry, and had me on the edge of my seat wanting to read more to see where everything went with these two. Reading it helped brighten my day when I wasn’t having the best one. Also I don’t think I’ve ever loved OC’s quite as much as I absolutely love Frank and Loco, you put so much world building and detail into this fic and it really shows so beautifully, you were able to encapsulate the personalities of each character so well, down to the little details in how they react to certain situations or things they’d be likely to say, all while still giving your OC’s just as much depth and personality, you even executed the character arcs so realistically and it was done so damn well. This fic truly felt like a masterpiece and I am so grateful that you decided to create it, so genuinely thank you!

Okay, I didn't expect to cry today but you managed it, lovely Anon. 🥹💚

I've actually been going through a roughish time in my personal life, so you sent me this amazing note at the perfect time...

I'm having a hard time forming actual words right now, but I'm so happy that Break Me Down has become one of your favorite stories, and most of all that it helped brighten your day when you weren't feeling so hot. I definitely have my comfort stories, books, movies as well.

I genuinely put my heart and soul into BMD from conception, to outlining, to writing and editing each chapter. Even now I look at those 19 chapters and can't believe it's something I actually wrote. I'm just a sucker for a redemption story, and after SB's character hooked me, something crazy told me that he should get his chance to become a real hero.

(Here are some more details you probably don't want/need to know about how BMD began. 😅):

After writing Checkerboard, @deans-spinster-witch knows, as I've credited her many times, but she encouraged me to write a "prequel" to expand on how SB might get to that level of character growth.

...And somehow, BMD became an "enemies to lovers" epic. 😂

Thank you also for loving Frank and Loco! I've said this before, but one of the best writing tips I've ever gotten about writing minor characters is this: Write them like they're the protagonists of their own stories.

Give them their own character arcs, however short or long, whether tragic or fulfilled, etc.

When they're in the scene, give them something important to do or say that furthers the plot.

If you can't name a character, 9/10, they probably don't need to be there.

Without both Frank and Loco, Ben and the reader wouldn't have made it through until the end. And those two (especially Frank) now live in my head alongside Ben and the reader and their ever-evolving story.

This fic truly felt like a masterpiece and I am so grateful that you decided to create it, so genuinely thank you!

Damn it, who's peeling onions?! 😭😭

You're so very welcome. 💚💚 It's an absolute pleasure to write for you guys, but also to express myself and get out these stories that live rent free in my head. 😘

(Btw: I totally respect that you're anonymous in my inbox, but feel free to comment on this and let me know who you are -- only if you feel comfortable! You absolutely made my day, hun. 💓)

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salvador-daley · 10 months

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Dead Sexy 💀🪦🧡 Updated!

An Umbrella Academy AU feat. Pathologist!Dave + MorgueRegular!Klaus

A/N: You asked for more so… here it is. It would have come sooner, but a certain group of Anonymous dickheads put spanners to my plan. I’m really impressed at just how many of you have already subscribed to this silly little story. Stick around - there’s more in the works. 😘😘

(P.S. For anyone wondering if my other WIPs are on hold, don’t worry - more chapters of Chained and High Altitude are also on the way.)

CW: Description of a post-mortem exam

Dedicated to @kawaiic0mmunism (to whom the concept belongs) with thanks to @allisoooon

Summary: Dave is a pathologist working at the city morgue. And Klaus… well, Klaus just keeps turning up.

Snippet from Chapter 2:

Dave scrapes a sample from under each of Klaus’ fingernails, taking care to preserve any evidence that might indicate foul play.

Once the external exam is over, it’s time to check what’s ‘under the hood’, as Bob likes to call it. Dave has always found that turn of phrase off-putting, but there’s really no better way of describing it. Like a car mechanic, he needs to inspect the body’s cogs and gears to see which ones have failed.

Dave reaches for his scalpel and prepares to make his first incision; a deep cut from the front of each shoulder to the bottom of the breastbone, then down into a Y shape, the tail of which will extend from the sternum to the pubic bone, deviating to avoid the navel.

It will be a shame to cut through that tattoo.

He takes a deep breath and places the scalpel upon Klaus’ skin. It’s a strange and rare thing to do this on someone you’ve actually met and spoken to…

Klaus’ eyes pop open. “Hey, handsome!”

Dave leaps away from the autopsy table, flinging his scalpel to one corner of the room and his dictaphone to the other. “Holy fucking Jesus fucking Christ!”

Klaus raises his head. “Nope. Just me.”

Read the rest on AO3

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subjugatingfeminists · 14 days

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Introduction

I’m approaching 2,000 followers, so I figured I should add a more detailed introduction and maybe a mission statement of sorts 😏 First of all, this is an NSFW 18+ tumblr. That’s a hard rule. The block button is always there. Now you may be wondering things like, what is this tumblr about and how sexist is he really? Or, why does this guy come off like such a smartass and put so much effort into writing captions for porn reposts?

I’ll explain my thinking using the philosophy of Looney Tunes. Your typical MRA/red-pill/incel on here is Daffy Duck: loud, obnoxious, and completely lacking in self-awareness. And then there are men like me who are Bugs Bunny. If you watch closely, you’ll notice Bugs Bunny only fucks with those who have a ‘come-fuck-with-me’ vibe like Elmer Fudd. And I’m sorry to break it to you girls, but some of you are Elmer Fudd feminists. Don’t worry, it’s adorable 😘

I put effort into writing my captions because the brain really is the most important sex organ we have. Fucking each other online with our vocabularies is underrated, don’t you think? Most men on here shamelessly use their tumblr as a shorter route to women sending them titty pics like how those early explorers wanted to find the shortest possible route to Asia (guys, sorry to break it to you, but there is no true Northwest Passage on the internet). This is one of the few porn tumblrs on here that’s centered around an abstract idea: feminism versus patriarchy! It's a never-ending cultural 'tug of war' and this kink is for those with enough intellect to appreciate irony. Because ironically, this blog only works if you girls continue being feminists! However, it also means you have to put your feminism in a box and push it aside for a moment if you want to open up and consider why the pictures and themes of my blog make your panties so damp. Don’t be shy if you want to discuss theories on why your reactions betray your beliefs. We’re all anonymous on here, so how embarrassing is it really? Okay, it is very embarrassing, but that’s what makes it exciting, right? 😉

I’ve also made quite a few pen pals on here, so feel free to throw me a message about any interesting topic outside of sex like movies, music, politics, or history. And if my blog is ever destroyed by the Tumblr gods, then you’ll be able to find it resurrected with the same exact username with a number 1 after it. I’ve reposted less in recent months from being too busy, but I plan to return to the depravity this summer. Now here comes the exciting part!

I’ve been brainstorming on writing a long-term erotica that is based around a Patriarchal America setting, in which three feminist college students have three different, overlapping adventures in this new unexplored terrain. Absolutely no rights are taken away in the story, so no Handmaids Tale nonsense or any Stepford housewife robots. The story will include plenty of plot elements and themes that involve traditional gender roles, but it’s religiously secular. Since it begins with the 2028 election cycle, it will bring in real-life political dynamics and politicians, and briefly explain in the first chapter how a “Patriarchy Party” with a young charismatic JFK-esque candidate could use a unique policy position, effectively design and distribute propaganda, and take advantage of the electoral chessboard to defeat a Democrat and Republican at the polls (a certain orange-haired buffoon will be kicking and screaming out of the White House after losing his bid for a third-term). It will also have a twist ending that everyone might find surprising!

I want to brainstorm on this story with you girls! How well-written and stimulating can erotica potentially be? Can a male author write believable female characters when it involves a plot as strange as this? Let’s find out together. Bonus points if you fit the stereotypical feminist college student model and have any input. Speaking of which, I’ve received a lot of fan mail on here, but unfortunately I still have yet to come across the tumblr feminist of my dreams: the blue-haired, braless, feisty, fire-breathing gender studies major who wants to crush the patriarchy. I've never even met one in real life. Do these girls actually exist?? Maybe one day she’ll roll into my DMs and say “hi.”

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