#imagine the scenes if she pulled an upset
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i sent this request to someone else about a year and a half ago and i went back to look at it but they never made it into a fic so i thought it’d ask you instead while also making some small changes to my old request
Eloise bridgerton x fem!royalty!reader where two women can get married as long as one of them is rich enough to support the both of them
reader has to soon take over the throne because she is an only child but she has to first get married so she goes to London to find a wife or a husband and Eloise accidentally makes reader laugh (like that one scene w queen charlotte) which makes Eloise catch readers eye and she tries to court Eloise but Eloise being herself decides to be stubborn and act as if she has no feelings for the reader
readers mother strictly reminds her that she has little time left to find a match which forces reader to move on and try to find someone else who’s more willing to marry
of course Eloise gets jealous which makes her realize her mistake and it end’s with Eloise confessing right before the day reader is about to propose to another girl saying something along the lines of “dont marry her”
happy ending pleaseeee
Eloise being courted by fem! royalty! reader
note -> I absolutely love this idea! I made this into HCs and a scenario since I dont have any idea how to make it into a fic, sorry :[
warnings -> none.
content includes -> fluff/angst, smitten reader, jealousy.
You didnt want to get married, but you had to, as you knew your father was at the brink of death and you would soon need to ascend the throne, forcing you to marry
You disliked the girls this season, they only liked you for your power and money, you wanted someone who would genuienly love you
The moment your eyes layed on Eloise Bridgerton you knew you were smitten, and the way she talks and jokes always make you laugh
You tried to court her, always sending her, her mother and her sisters flowers and gifts, dancing with her at balls, reading and talking about her favorite books, even becoming close friends with some of her brothers
But Eloise did not want you, or at least she acted like it, so your mother forced you to find someone else
The girl wasn't too bad, but she wasn't Eloise, and you knew you could never love her, even if you tried, but she was the best choice from the ton, so you asked her father for her hand, which he agreed
You didnt understand why Eloise was so upset that you were courting another, she didn't want you, after all, but she proved you wrong the day before you were going to propose
"You cannot marry her! I wouldnt allow it!" Eloise said as she grabbed your arm, her eyes filled with guilt and jealousy.
"Why not? I wanted you, Eloise, but you made it quite clear you did not want me, and I must marry if I were to ascend the throne." you said as you looked back at her, you loved her, but she did not love you, so you have to marry another.
You freed your arm from her grip and you turned away to leave, until you heard her say-
"But I want you! I was wrong, i was stuborn, I want you and I do not wish to see you marry another!" she said, a tear running down her cheek, stopping you dead in your tracks.
You turned back to her, losing your breath, she wanted you? All along she wanted you?
"Are you certian you want me?" you asked her and she nodded, looking back up at you.
"I have loved you ever since you started courting me, but I was too stuborn to admit it, i have only realised it when you started courting another, please, i cant see you marry another." her voice broke as she spoke, her eyes begging and pleading for you.
"I could never imagine choosing another over you, especially now that I know you return my undying love." you said as you bringed her closer, pulling her in a kiss which she gladly returned.
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Things that I feel like would happen when you’re in a relationship with Astarion.
I started playing bg3 and i have it bad for this vampiric menace of a man.
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Warnings: blood drinking, he’s a vampire so yeah
1. He’s basically a cat but gods forbid you tell him that.
I have a tortie and let me tell ya, she is the sassiest animal I’ve ever met. This cat will climb into the closet just high enough that the dogs can see her but can’t reach her. She will jump into the counter and stare at me because she knows she’s not allowed up there. She will bat at the screen in the window until it pops open and she can escape. But jokes on you! she doesn’t actually escape, she just goes to the back door and meows until someone lets her in.
Anyways this is exactly how Astarion is. He’s sassy but hides it as being a witty nobleman when he’s really just being the sass master. He will do things purely to get a reaction out of people i.e. when he attacked you the first time you met. There was no need to try and pull one over on you like that but he did it anyways because he can. If you get too close to Gale (aka talk to him), he will pout and give you the cold shoulder because gale ‘is such a bore and I’m obviously better company than that, darling.’
He will make the biggest scene if he feels like your attention is being pulled away from him. Oh you’re talking to Shadowheart by the fire later than usual? He’s glowering at your back from his tent until you look over your shoulder at him. When you make eye contact, he’s going to roll his eyes and huff as he throws open the tent flaps. Shadowheart chuckles under her breath because she knows exactly what’s happening.
The longer you’ve known each other, the bolder he gets. He’ll add more each time. At first it’s just the staring and huffing. It moves to glaring at your companion and then waltzing over to you so he say something sassy like “I am not your mother. I should not have to drag you to bed each night.” When that stops getting the reaction he wants, he’ll plop down next you and make every annoyed noise known to man. He might even start to nudge you, extending out one delicate hand to touch your knee or elbow until you get the hint.
But don’t you dare call him out on this. Like a cat, Astarion needs to feek comfortable safe with you. If he gets even a whiff of negativity (or what he thinks is), it sets your relationship back weeks. Pointing out his little feline quirks will feel like you’re complaining or annoyed with him and he can’t handle it. He’ll pull away from you and resort back to his stand offish ways. He’s making sassy but lowkey hurtful comments all of the time. They’re not directed at you because he would never forgive himself if he upset you but that sentiment doesn’t extend to anyone else. Worst of all he won’t feed from you and would damn near starve himself before asking you.
It’s a delicate dance between the two of you but one you would never quit.
2. Feeding from you is difficult for him.
At first it was merely a means to an end but then you became more important to him and now he can’t bring himself to feed from you as much. He would rather never do it but alas blood is in limited supply and you’ve already given him permission to take what he needs. If he can, he finds some other way but it doesn’t always work out. You’ve never asked him why he seems to avoid such a normal task but it’s always on your mind and one night you blurt it out.
I imagine it’s been a long few days and tonight is the first time you’ve been able to relax. Freshly bathed, fed, and now sipping at decent wine, you’re lounging with Karlach and Shadowheart. The three of you have had more than enough wine to be relaxed and have passed over into what Astarion calls ‘delightful chaos’. You’re giggly enough to be entertaining but can still hold a conversation albeit slow and slurred. Your pale elf has been cranky all day and poor Gale has been the target for most of it. You tried to step in and at least lessen Astarion’s onslaught but that earned you the nastiest glare to date. Since then Astarion has been sulking in the shadows or hiding in his tent. You’re the only one brave enough to go near him when he’s like this however it’s still rather dangerous.
On clumsy feet you find yourself just outside of him tent where you can feel the brooding and angst wafting from inside.
“Astarion?” You gentle whisper to the fabric, awaiting his acknowledgment.
“What?” His response is short and biting, similar to how he’s been speaking at Gale.
Assuming he doesn’t realize that it’s you, you say his name again and ask if you can come in. He nearly brings his tent to the ground when he rips open the flaps.
“What?” He repeats with fury and pain in his dull eyes.
It should scare you, seeing him so feral and unrestrained but seeing him causes a wild smile to break out on your face. Your hands go to reach for his face but quickly they fall when you remember that everyone is watching you closely. Whatever wine you drank has given you an armor of courage (and stupidity really). You smile at him with all of the affection you harbor for this ethereal being and slide past him into his tent. The simple action sends everyone else into high alert while Astarion barely contains the hiss he wants to send their way.
When he turns around, he finds you already sitting beside his bedroll with your knees pulled up with your arms wrapped around them.
“What do you want?”
All he gets in response is a blink and then a beckoning to join you. Patting the space next to you, you quietly ask him to join you however he is determined to be cross with you for barging in. He repeats his early question with a hardened glower in your direction.
“Astarion…” you murmur to him, your voice low and gentle, “you need to feed.”
The sheer audacity to utter such a thing infuriates him to no end but you’re right. He does and the sanguine desire is growing far too large to hold in anymore.
He still tries to deny it but his words are unusually weak and he stumbles over each one.
“Come,” you order softly as you move to lay down on his bedroll and brush your hair away, “drink what you need. I trust you.”
Those three words are almost as powerful as a declaration of love to the vampire spawn. He finds himself crumble to the ground and crawl over your divine figure. The unholy need to devour you that he usually despises with his entire being is welcomed as his fangs sink into your neck. One of your hands comes to hold his shoulder and the other cradles the back of his head, keeping him close as he feeds from you. Your gentle touch and reassuring voice overwhelms poor Astarion. He begins to whimper and moan into the supple skin of your neck without even realizing it. When he pulls away to keep from completely draining you, he’s breathless and muttering to himself you how good you taste.
Why he would ever deny himself this divine experience?
3. He refuses to admit it that he loves when you initiate touch.
Because of his past, you’ve decided that you will only touch him if he asks and if you get explicit consent. Most of the time you wait until he invites you in some manner whether that be he telling you to get over here or paw at you like a cat. He appreciates it, he really does but sometimes he craves the feeling that he gets when you ask him.
His favorite, though, is when you ask him if you can lay in him when he reads. You’ve been napping in his tent on and off all day, having chosen to stay back and recoup after the long events from the past week. Most of your companions have been doing the same but Astarion has been trying his hardest to not spend too much time around you. It’s hard enough to not just bask in your affection but even more so when you’ve been cuddled up in his tent all day. When you finally decide to go to your own tent, he takes the opportunity to reclaim his bedroll. It smells of your sweet scent and is still warm from your body, something he secretly craves.
You return to his tent a few hours later after everyone has eaten and settled in for the night. Peering down at him with sleeping eyes, you cross your arms and huff when he ignores you for his reading.
“Yes, my dear?” He quietly chuckles while still pretending to read his book.
“You’re in my spot.”
“We’re in my tent therefore it is my spot.”
You can’t exactly argue with him. You plop down next to him and give him the biggest puppy eyes imaginable.
“Will you at least let me lay on you if you’re not going to move?”
If it could his heart would be doing flips and his cheeks would be red but alas neither thing is truly possible.
“That depends…” he pretends to be uninterested in your request and continues with his straight face as he flips to the next page in his book. He can hear your huff of annoyance and fails to hide the small smirk that tugs at his pale lips.
“On what?” You pry even though you both know this is just a little game and he’s going to give in.
“Ask me nicely.” He drawls in that low seductive voice he uses when he’s trying to persuade you. Finally he flickers his eyes over to yours. That simple action alone steals your breath and chases away any negative feelings you might’ve had.
You crawl closer to him, nearly touching him but not quite as you whisper your request again.
“Of course you can, my dear,” he whispers back while his smirk has fully taken over his face. “Lay your head here."
He pats his sternum and waits for you to settle. Much like a lover seeking warmth in the night, you immediately take refuge in his arms and cuddle as close as you can to him. You feel him set his the book on your upper back when you've found the comfort and warmth you sought.
Astarion begins to murmur the book’s words as his other hands rests at the base of your head. His fingers don’t yet feel confident in moving to thread into your hair but they do softly rub at the tension in your skull. Peace is found in your embrace and he couldn’t be happier that you asked him to join your party all those weeks ago.
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🍬 lovin' on me ! — l.hs
'she twenty-eight, tellin' me i'm still a baby.' | smut !
imagine being heeseung's slightly, older girlfriend. you're only a couple months older — maybe a year or two, but you still like to tease him with playfully cocky comments:
heeseung'll sometimes poke fun at you as well, making snarky remarks about your height or your other cute, little 'quirks.'
oh, you're struggling to reach something on a high-up shelf? trust and believe, he'll have something to say. you're already irritable — heeseung's stifled laughter only pisses you off even more. when he finally asks to assist you, you're somewhat annoyed.
"'you need me to get that for you?" he snickers from behind you, "i don't need your help." of course, you're stubborn — you want to do things on your own, obviously, with no help.
"alright, suit yourself." that shit-eating grin spreads across his face. he can only watch the scene in front of him for so long, he has to help you. "here. it's hard watching you struggle for so long." he grabs the object from behind you (still giggling) , holding it in front of your face. "i didn't need help, especially not a baby like you." you snatched whatever it was you needed and stuck out your tongue before storming off.
but you better know that if he's not in the mood for your antics, it'll be known. if heeseung is frustrated or maybe just pent-up he'll use your teasing as an excuse to fuck you stupid.
"who're you calling a baby?" he was definitely not in the mood for your attitude, "you." and that was all it took — heeseung bending you over the arm of your (shared) couch, bullying his cock deep into your tight cunt as you moaned and cried.
"f-fuck! heeseung, i-i didn't mean... shit!"
you tried biting back your moans, worried of disturbing your neighbors. your boyfriend however, couldn't care less, ramming into you from behind. he had a point to prove. "who's a 'baby,' princess? you're the one crying..." he landed a hard slap onto your ass, you let out a whine.
the girth of heeseung's cock perfectly fit, snuggly in the warmth of your hot, gummy walls. there was a tight knot winding itself in your stomach — you were begging to cum, waiting for his approval. "fuck! such a pretty girl," his hips continued feverishly bucking into your heat. "such a bad attitude."
"shit! please, 'want to cum so bad!" and because you upset him, just when you think he's about to let you release — you'e so close you can taste it, heeseung pulls out. leaving you ruined and his dick still wet (before jerking off and cumming on your ass).
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Dirty Work 52
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.
Characters: Loki
Note: I always come back to Loki.
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Loki lingers, his head against your arm as you sit in the hue of spring. You could be calm if he weren’t there, if he hadn’t just altered your irrevocably. His wife?
You could’ve never imagined it. You can’t be his wife. You’re the maid. You’re lost and hopeless and unimportant. Yet he wants to marry you? You? Even your own father doesn’t want you. Until just then, you may have thought the same of man kneeling by your feet.
Should it feel special? Should you be happy? Doesn’t every woman dream of her wedding day? You didn’t. You never expected a husband. You never had the thought to spare marriage. It just didn’t seem realistic to you. It was never a possibility you had to weigh.
“You’re quiet,” he lifts his head slowly, looking up at you with his gemlike eyes, “aren’t you excited?”
You suck in your lip then let it out, “yeah, I’m just... surprised.”
“Mm, I’m sorry it wasn’t a better one,” he looks around, “no candles, no champagne... but there are flowers.”
“Yeah, I guess, er--”
You hear the doors and before you can face the intruder on your scene, Frigga’s voice unleashes in a shrill squeal, “did you do it? Oh, please, Loki, what did she say?”
He shifts and clears his throat. He grips the arms rest and pushes himself to his feet. He plants a kiss on your forehead before he straightens. He lets out a breath as he turns to his mother.
“We are getting married,” he says plainly.
“Oh, how wonderful,” she chimes, “oh, a daughter-in-law!... Again.” She chuckles lightly, “it will be like a fairytale.” She flutters over to you as Loki moves out of her way, “darling,” she takes your hand, tugging you up to your feet, “this will be even grander than Walpurgisnacht. Oh yes, this will be unforgettable.”
You look at Loki as he returns your helpless gaze. You pout in his direction as he shrugs. Your mouth curves deeper downward. Please help!
“I’ve got some silhouettes in mind,” she pulls you away from the table, “Hela showed me this app, Pinterest I believe it’s called. I have all these splendid things saved.”
‘Sorry,’ Loki mouths and turns his hands out as you’re dragged away from the sunlight and the serenity of nature. Back to the dark house where you can’t breathe.
Inside, she takes you into the kitchen. She leaves you by the island as she flits around, dropping black tea into a pot and putting on the kettle to boil. She hums gleefully as you just stare. ‘Daughter-n-law'. That’s what she said. Would that make her your mother?
“Dear,” she turns to you and exhales, her expression dampening, “I recall you said your mother isn't with us anymore. I understand that may make this bittersweet for you but I will be here for you. Whatever you need, whatever questions you have, I’ll be happy to help. A wedding is a big thing. There’s much to do.”
You nod, “should we... should we hire a planner?”
“A planner? Gods no! I fancy myself a bit of an amateur but more than adequate,” she tuts, “we could have it at the house. Or perhaps we might seek out a nice chapel.”
You frown. It’s all so much so fast. She stops and puts her hand to her chest, “oh sorry, darling, I’m just so excited for you. I’m not trying to take over. Don’t be afraid to speak up. What do you think for a venue? Oh, perhaps a destination? Somewhere tropical?”
You cross your arms and peer over, your eyes catching the sheen of sunlight.
“The garden,” you murmur, “the gazebo. It’s all fixed up. We could put flowers around the rails.”
“That’d be a beautiful ceremony but what about the reception? We need space.”
“Oh,” you babble.
“Certainly we could make it work. We could fit people into the garden, we may have to sacrifice a few hedges.”
“Not many,” you mutter.
“Pardon, dear?” She asks as the kettle clicks and she turns to grab it off the burner, “what do you mean by that?”
“I...” your shoulders slump at the realisation, “I don’t have anyone to invite.”
She’s quiet as she pours the steaming water into the tea pot, “that’s not true. You have us and oh, Bragi seemed quite fond of you.”
“That doesn’t count.”
“Why not? Dear, we love Loki because we have to, we love you because we want to,” she smiles.
Your eyes drift away wistfully. She can’t understand. She has people, she has everything you ever wanted. Even with the promise of a pretty house, a gorgeous garden, and all that comes with it, it just doesn’t make you feel any different.
You want a dad who loves you. You want a mother who’s alive. You want anyone who isn’t just obligated to you.
“I’m sorry,” her voice goes low, “I’m not meaning to upset you. I’ll slow down. I understand it’s a lot--”
“How could you want me to marry him? I don’t belong—I shouldn’t-- I can’t be your daughter.”
“Why ever not?” She asks.
You scoff and push your shoulders up, “I’m not good enough.”
She laughs, but not a taunting laugh. It’s disbelieving. She takes you by the shoulders and makes you face her head on, “darling, let me tell you, you are. You... you have no idea.”
“No idea?” You shake your head as you look at her from beneath your lashes.
“About what you do to my son. No, you cannot see it but I do. My Loki. I’ve seen him married, I’ve seen him heartbroken, I’ve seen him through everything, but something’s different about this. About you,” he brings a hand up to caress your cheek and hairline, “you have a power over him. Once you claim it, this will all be so much easier.” She cups your cheeks and tilts her head with a coy smile, “that’s how a marriage should be, you will see. He’ll never admit it but my son is more like his father than you would think.”
You scrunch up your nose. You don’t believe her. You can’t. You don’t have power. You’re just you. You’re not special or anything like that. You now what you are to Loki. The same thing you’ve always been to him, whether his maid, his plaything, or his wife; convenient.
“You will see,” she assures as if she can hear your doubts, “and what always clears my mind is tea.”
✨
Frigga expounds at length about all the possibilities ahead of you. She has grocery list that goes beyond a mere wedding. An engagement party, a bridal shower, the rehearsal, and not to mention, a scandalous bachelorette. You only sink further into anxiety. What have you gotten yourself into?
Well, you never did say yes. You weren’t asked, were you? Doesn’t matter. It’s not like you have anywhere to go.
You hold your chin, gnawing on your lip as Frigga rambles on about wedding colours. Green is nice but what about something subtle. Oh, or metallic. You simply nod, offering little to her monologue.
Your eyes wander past her to the windows. The afternoon wanes as evening cools the air. You mourn the sunlight as it shifts and the curtains dull.
“Ahem,” the clearing of a throat draws you away from your detachment.
Frigga quiets as she glances at her husband. He stands in the doorway, greeting you both with a subtle smile.
“I hate to interrupt, dear,” he says to Frigga, “but I was hoping I might be spared a moment with our future daughter before the sun sets. It has been a long day and I’d hate to keep her later than need be.”
“Oh, uh, certainly,” Frigga pushes her shoulders back, her cheeks tinging a dainty pink, “time must’ve got away from me. I’m so sorry, darling.” She reaches over and squeezes above your elbow, “I have been going on and on.”
“You will have lots of time to do so,” Odin chuckles, “but I feel the rain coming soon and I would like a walk in the gardens before then.” He tilts his head towards you, “may I have the honour?”
Frigga nudges you dips her head, “go on.”
You stand and swallow tightly, crossing the room to Odin as he waits patiently. You offer a sheepish look as he offers his arm. You thank him and walk with him into the entryway. He lets you retrieve your shoes before you go to the back doors and he ushers you outside.
You’re quiet as you descend the steps and stroll between the hedges. You feel the cool dampness creeping in the air. He’s right about the rain. You cling to his arm as a shiver crawls up your spine.
He draws away briefly, slipping off his thick cardigan, and he slips it over your shoulders. You murmur a thank you and he loops his arm with yours once again. You carry on, uncertain. You can sense he means to say something and you think you know what. He isn’t as happy as Frigga about this union.
You brace yourself for it. For him to put all your doubts to voice. You’re not good enough for Loki. This is a mistake. You are a pretender and you don’t belong in this family.
“My son is a fool,” he begins, shaking you with his soft but deep tone. You exhale, somewhat comforted that you were right. For once. “The way he’s behaved, foolish. And that’s to put it lightly, my dear.” He reaches to pat your hand in the crook of his arm, “you deserve much better than either of my sons.”
You keep your chin low as you watch your feet. A twig crushes beneath your sole as leaves rustle to your left. You glance over and stare after a short tail before it disappears. It’s only then you realise where he’s leading you.
The gazebo rises ahead of you with it’s domed roof. He stops you at the bottom and turns. He lets you go and lowers himself to sit on the step. He pats the wood next to him. As you sit, he looks up, admiring the structure.
“You did a good job,” he says.
“What?”
“On this,” he touches the railing, “looks sturdy.”
“Oh, well I... I only called the carpenter.”
“You did what needed to be done. What my son would not.”
“Mm, I guess,” you shrug.
“You did,” he insists, “do you not see it?”
“See what?” You twiddle your fingers.
“You are much stronger than he thinks you are. Than you think you are,” he shakes his head, “you underestimate yourself. My son, as much as I hate to think I raised him that way, while whine and whine before he gets anything done. If he can avoid it, it won’t be done. But you, I see it clearly, you do things. You know what life is. You just get through it.”
You hum and bite down on your cheeks. Not having a choice isn’t bravery. If anything, it’s the opposite.
“You shouldn’t. Just get through it. You should have some joy. You shouldn’t be locked away in the dark away from the sunlight. You should flourish in it,” he leans against you, “don’t let this marriage be like everything else.”
You dip your head. He sees right through you.
“You’re wrong, I’m not strong. I’m weak. I only do things because I’m afraid,” you sniffle.
“But you can admit that fear. You can face it. Not many people can.”
You sighs and drag your hands up and down your calves, hunching over your knees.
“If you want to marry my son, I will not say a word to stop you, but I do want you to make a promise to me,” he continues, “a small one. Rather, think of it as a promise to yourself.”
“Okay,” you wilt as you look over at him. His eyes are a bluish grey with flecks of slate. His gaze is gentle.
“It’s what we spoke of before,” he says, “you must tell my son no.”
“No?”
“Ah, yes, I do regret he didn’t hear more it earlier in his life but he does need to hear it. Especially from you,” he intones.
“But I...”
“You will. And when you do, he will listen.”
“How-- no, he wouldn’t.”
“Ah, I know. My son is isn’t very good at that but he will. He must. He has reason to listen now. You are not his wife yet,” he puts his hand over yours, just atop your knee.
You give a strained look, somewhere between a smile and frown. You’re flattered that he believe in you but you don’t. He doesn’t know the way it. He doesn’t know the way you are.
“Alright, let’s practice,” he pulls his hand away and claps. He pushes himself to his feet with a grunt and spins to face you. He adjusts his collar and lifts his chin, putting on face, almost a pinched look, “now, wife,” his voice is slightly off, “what I say is law and you will do as I say.”
You stare at him, confused. You purse your lips and shake your head. What is he talking about?
He grins and shows his palms, “I am him. Pretend I’m my son,” he lowers his voice, “now, we’ve had enough of this conversation and I have made my decision.”
You pick your nail, watching him dumbly.
He breaks character again, “say no.”
“What?”
“Say it,” he orders then once more his poster shifts. “Wife, I will not tell you again.”
You blink and take a deep breath, “n--no?”
He sputters, “pardon? What was that?”
“No,” you say firmer, heart beating, “no, I—I won’t.”
“But I said so--”
“Oh, um, okay--”
“No, no, no,” Odin waves his hands, “keep going.”
“Uh, okay, uh, no,” you say again.
“No? You’re telling me no?” He puts on a display which does remind you of Loki. “How can you tell me no?”
You look at him and blanch. His grey eyes stare back, goading you on. He bows his head slightly.
“Yes, I mean, no. Yes, I am telling you no. No,” you steady your voice, “no.” He spins his finger and you repeat it again, loudly.
He arches his brow and puts his hand to his chest, “no?” He sounds almost pathetic, “but darling,” he comes forward and lowers himself to his knees, one at a time. He takes your hand in his, “darling, please, don’t be mad at me.”
You scoff as his theatrics turn ridiculous. You make a face and roll your eyes, “he wouldn’t...”
“He will,” Odin assures. “If he knows you’re serious, if you don’t give him what he wants right away, oh, I think you could give him a right scare. As I have it, you already have done.” He lifts himself slightly and angles to sit beside you again, “just perhaps this time you needn’t scale the roof.”
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I know you've not been as active lately (not having a go promise ❤) but I was wondering how Klaus would react with a s.o that swears A LOT compared to the normal person, if u aren't comfortable with this feel free to ignore and I hope ur doing ok❤
Klaus with his cussing love:
Klaus could still remember the first time he met her, as soon as he introduced himself she told him to “back the fuck up” before calling Damon and asking him what the fuck he was thinking when he left her home alone at the Salvatores.
He had began to laugh before he took notice of the look on her face, the glare in her eyes and pressed his lips together with the clearing of his throat, both brows raising as he looked away. She stared at him for a full minute before asking why he was still there and telling him to piss off before Damon was back.
He had let out a short laugh before stepping outside, feeling the wind hit his face as the door slammed shut. He proceeded to listen to her whispering a series of curses as she mused the idea of killing Damon.
Shortly after a very tense Salvatore brother came rushing past Klaus only to be smacked over the head with a newspaper and called a little dickhead.
Klaus had decided that it was best to come back later.
The next time he heard her was when Stefan had both her and Elena in his car, threatening him with Elena’s life. Y/n, he found her name out to be as Elena yelled for her, had been with the Gilbert when Stefan forced them into the car. Despite Stefan’s threats and Elena’s cries, he could hear her yelling angrily “I don’t give a flying fuck what kind of bullshit you have with this prick, pull the fuck over, right the fuck now!”
He wasn’t able to catch the rest as the sound of car brakes shrieked and the call was cut off but he couldn’t help his smirk.
The day he properly met Y/n was when Elijah had invited the Salvatores over for a truce and Damon had brought Y/n along as a ‘surprise’. She had payed the Mikaelson brothers no mind as she asked Stefan why the fuck someone would need a house that fucking huge
Elijah had cleared his throat and kissed the back of her hand regardless and brought them all inside whilst Niklaus remained seated with an amused expression on his face. He began to explain he had many servants and hybrids and such but she told him she didn’t give a shit and he shut up.
She had contributed few words to the conversation, a ‘fucks sake’ when they spoke of the doppelgänger and an ‘ah shit’ when Elijah revealed the daggers before Damon grabbed her arm and dragged her out while she laughed and pointing at the situation.
He found her amusing and a relief from the whiny residents of Mystic Falls but also a difficult person to pull much conversation from.
He had attempted to speak to her in the grill, he had wanted to invite her to the ball but she had been a little…rude. Told him to go fuck himself and as one could imagine, he was a little pissed off.
He had slammed his glass down and stormed out as to not cause a bigger scene than needed. Y/n had shrugged and sipped her coke, most people were used to her swearing and took it lightly. Klaus wasn’t.
And so he took Caroline to the ball.
And then he chased her the next day until he found out she had tricked him to help dagger his brother. By the end of the evening, his mother was dead and his siblings were all planning to leave him once more. That was when he went for a late night walk and found Y/n lead in the middle of a silent road.
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“What has you so daring?” He questioned, his voice sounding much too loud against the silence of the cold air. Y/n shrugged as she continued to stare up at the stars
“Damon said he lays in the road when he’s stressed or angry or sad…he’s a bit fucked in the head so he can’t handle emotions. Thought I’d try it” she mumbles and he hummed, uninterested in Damon’s choices.
“So which are you? Stressed? Upset?” He asked and she turned her head to look at his shins, her eyes darted up to look at his eyes
“Dunno, just felt off so thought I’d lay for a while. You should try it, you’re always in a piss” she muttered and he huffed but nevertheless laid beside her on his back. He glanced to her before sighing to himself at the ridiculousness of his actions as he looked up at the sky, the half moon hung above them.
They stayed in the peaceful quiet for a while before she began to speak
“Are you more angry or sad?” She whispered and he furrowed his brows
“What?”
“About your mother” she stated as though it were obvious
“Why, did you have something to do with it!? Did you know that Elena had spoken to her about-“
“Calm your fucking tits down man” she cut off his accusation with the roll of her eyes “if I was planning to kill you then you wouldn’t fucking know about it” she grumbled and he frowned. He remained quiet, unsure what to say to her but she kept up her end of the conversation “besides there’s being a dick and then there’s helping a psycho bitch kill her but job kids. I’m not that far gone” she murmured, distaste on her tongue.
Klaus tapped his thumbs together as he kept his gaze on the moon and listened to her ramble on about how “fucking pathetic” everyone was in this town.
He eventually told her to shut up and she did so simply. Y/n went silent for a moment before a whispered “sorry” left her and he pushed himself up into a sitting position making her mimic his stance. She gave a tight lipped smile before speaking “I don’t mean to make it worse” she mumbled and he nodded
“In all fairness, you haven’t said anything that isn’t true” he admitted and she hummed
“I know” she nodded and he chuckled
“You’re an odd one, Y/n” he mused and she smiled
“Better odd than a fucking lunatic”
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From there Klaus saw more of Y/n, not always under the desired circumstances but he found that she never actually had anything to do with any of the attacks on him. She was just there, not contributing but not in the way.
He only found it natural to want to cause more troubles so that she would pop up some more. He found that if he was able to cause the Salvatores to stress out then they would piss off Y/n and then he would get to lay with her among the stars again, listening to her rant off the reasons she would out live “all those crazy fuckers”
It wasn’t too long before she was round his house, invited or not, just to talk with him or see him.
Her…use of language became more and more normal as he listened to her more. Often it was amusing under certain conditions and most times it was rather useful. She told him exactly how she felt and exactly what he was thinking, with zero filter. He needed someone like that, someone who wasn’t afraid and would sugar coat everything.
Though sometimes it was a little annoying, especially when he was already in a bad mood, but she almost always apologised and after watching her struggle to find kinder words to use he would let out a soft laugh and tell her it wasn’t her fault.
The phrase “fuck it” was the most popular when she was with him. It was said before their first kiss and the first time they slept together. At first he was a little worried that it didn’t mean anything to her but he found that she always had a knowing smile on her face when she would whisper it into his ear.
His siblings were always amused by the way Y/n would speak to both him and everyone else. Rebekah always looked impressed and on the verge of laughter, Kol was often offended or giggling as he watched Klaus get told to “shut the fuck up” and Elijah, gave up on ever trying to reduce her swearing after she told him what a “tight ass” he was and making him turn a dark pink as he struggled to defend himself against words that were although true, slightly harsh.
Klaus found she was always defending him, she’d tell every supernatural creature going to go “shove it up their own asses” if she had to and Klaus would be proud of her each time.
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My Choice
A/N: hey everyone! I know it’s been a while. Life got pretty rocky there for a bit but things seem to be a bit better now. I’ve been wanting to write for a while so thank you to those that have requested ideas! I hope you enjoy it! I switched up the request a bit and I’m a little rusty so I hope it’s still okay.
Summary: Rhea is a mafia boss. She was your boss at your regular day job but fired you out of nowhere. What happens when she shows up at your house one night, bloody and beaten down?
Pairing: Mafia!Rhea x reader
Warnings: blood, nudity
You grabbed the lavender bath oil from the cabinet and set it next to the tub. You lit a few candles and set them around the bathroom. All that was left was to run your bath. You needed to relax after a long day.
Your boss had fired you with no explanation, and while you were given a generous severance package, you were still quite upset.
You were the executive assistant at Ripley Enterprise, working directly under the CEO, Rhea. To say the two of you were close was an understatement, which is why you were even more confused when she let you go.
You knew she was doing some shady things behind the scenes, hearing the rumors all over town about how she was a mafia boss, but you didn’t really care. She treated you and the rest of her employees well.
While she was flirty with you, she never crossed the line to inappropriate. You may have developed a small crush on her during your tenure at her company, but you never acted on it. She was your boss, after all.
You shook the thoughts from your head, not wanting to think about her or your job any longer.
Before you could get the water running, you heard a faint knock from the front door. It was so soft you almost thought it wasn’t real. But when you heard it again, you knew you weren’t imagining it.
You tightened your robe and went to the front door, peaking out the window first. You sighed before opening the door.
“Can I help you?” You asked sharply. Rhea turned around and you gasped. “What happened to you?”
You quickly pulled her inside and inspected her bloody face. Her lip was busted open and she had a cut on her brow. She had some blood on her chest that you didn’t think was hers.
“I’m sorry; I didn’t know where else to go,” she mumbled quietly, staring at the floor.
“Come on.” You pulled her into the kitchen and grabbed a washcloth. You ran it under warm water before pressing it gently to her head. She sucked in a sharp breath but let you continue.
You cleaned the blood from her face and chest, but you couldn’t do anything about the tired eyes and worn down look.
“Thank you,” she said, finally making eye contact. “I normally take care of this myself; I just…didn’t want to be alone.”
“I get it,” you nodded sadly.
“Can I use your bathroom real quick?”
“Of course- first door on your left.”
She stepped away from you and went to the bathroom.
You had no idea why Rhea decided to show up at your house out of all people, especially when she made it pretty clear she didn’t want you around anymore.
“I should go,” she said, snapping you from your thoughts. “I was interrupting your evening. I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay! You don’t have to go. Why don’t I run you a bath actually and you can relax.”
“I don’t want to impose-“
“I won’t take no for an answer,” you said, pulling her back to the bathroom.
You ran the hot water and added the oil. You made sure it was the right temperature before standing back up.
“Leave your clothes, I’ll get you something to change in to,” motioning to her outfit which was stained with more blood.
“Stay, please,” she nearly whispered.
“Are you sure?” You asked, your heart nearly beating out of your chest.
She slowly made her way toward you, stopping only inches in front of you. Her fingers began to play with the tie on your robe.
“Only if you’re okay with it,” she said. You didn’t hesitate to nod and you noticed her visibly relax.
You dropped your robe and climbed into the tub, focusing on the water instead of her stripping out of her clothes.
You expected her to sit across from you, but she got in facing away from you and laid herself back against your chest.
You ran your hands up and down her arms, trying to soothe her.
“Why did you fire me?” You asked, unable to keep it to yourself any longer.
“Because I need you to be safe.”
“What do you mean? I was safe,” you told her.
“Things are getting a little dicey and I couldn’t put you at risk. I’m not exactly who you think I am,” she admitted.
“I think I have an idea and it never bothered me. I love…my job. I loved working for you no matter the risk,” you stopped yourself from saying what you truly meant.
“I figured it was easier to cut all ties with you rather than have you taken from me.”
“So you don’t want me in your life?” You asked, unable to hide the pain in your voice.
“Quite the opposite actually. You were the only person I thought of coming to tonight. I needed to see you after the night I had. I just couldn’t be the reason something happened to you.”
“It should be up to me whether I think you’re worth the risk or not,” you stated firmly.
She sat up and turned to face you.
“You’re right. And I’m sorry for taking that choice from you.”
“Apology accepted. Now can I have my job back?”
“No.” Your heart dropped. “Only because I can’t date my employees, and I’d very much like to ask you out.”
“So it’s you or my job?”
“If you want to put it that way,” she shrugged.
“I can always find another job, I can’t find another you,” you said with a small smile. Her face lit up for the first time that night.
She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You went to deepen it and she winced.
“I’m sorry!”
“Don’t apologize, now get back here,” she said, pulling you back in for more.
“I’m glad you came here tonight,” you said.
“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
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Hi, I just came across your blog and really liked your work 💕
if I may request ( ofc if you don't like the idea feel free to just ignore this), ( with smut or hinting at possible smut, only if you're comfortable 👍)
- reader is sitting at a bar, and some creepy guy tries to hit on her, and she catches a glimpse of Bucky and walks over trying to pretend that Bucky was a friend just to get the creepy guy to leave her alone, when Bucky was already eyeing her and the creepy guy from the start , after the creepy guy finally gives up and reader thanks him and wants to go home Bucky convinces her to stay with him?? ( with prompt #11 )
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Summary: Bucky helps reader from a creep at the bar.
Content Warning: Creepy guy; a hint of smut; protective!Bucky; fluff; anything else I failed to mention.
Word Count: 778
Note: Was this requested? Yes! Is this any good? I will leave it up to you guys. I'd like to thank @midorissi for the fic! I hope you like it. I'll come back here and there to make some edits where it's necessary. Any gifs or pictures I use are not mine.
Prompt #11 can be found here.
Gentle reminder that I am always open for feedback! 💕
Minors be cautious (16+)
It was supposed to be a fun night out. You'd go to the bar, drink, and enjoy the evening. But that's not how it turned out. You had maybe half an hour of fun before he turned up—the creep. He glommed onto you fairly quickly and was persistent. You tried turning him down in all the ways you knew how, but it didn't make a difference. He took your refusal as a challenge. You needed convincing, to be won over by any means necessary.
His desperate attempts at flirting became more aggressive. He was getting a little too close to you. His eyes were roaming your body, and his hands were getting a little too comfortable on you.
For what felt like the hundredth time that night, your eyes flickered across the bar, hoping the bartender at least would notice your discomfort. But he was laughing with another customer. You were on the verge of either giving up or making a scene when you met the gaze of a man a few seats down. You'd never felt more relieved in your life.
Blue eyes looked at you in concern, body tensing as if he were about to get up. He paused when your eyes met. You took full advantage of the moment and pulled yourself away from your creep, hurrying to where the other man sat.
"Hey, I've been waiting forever for you," you exclaimed, throwing your arms around his shoulders. One of his went to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. You relaxed in the safety of his embrace.
"Sorry I was late," he spoke. His voice nearly made you melt. "Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."
You pulled away slightly and gave him a thankful smile. He gave a smaller smile in return. And for that split second of comfort, you could see him better. Stubble on his jaw and eyes bluer than you imagine. His hair was short and dark, his body sturdy. Even sitting down, it was easy to see how he towered over you.
"What the hell, dude!" That all too familiar voice sent shivers up your spine. You peered over your shoulder. The creep looked genuinely upset—offended, even—at you and this other man. "I was talkin' to her first," he barked.
You let out a surprised noise when the man you embraced stood up. He gently pushed you behind him, making himself a barrier between you and the creep. You don't know exactly what he did to make the creep back off, but when you saw the grimace and the hands go up, you watched in amazement as he walked off.
When your savior turned to face you, you beamed up at him. "Thank you," you exclaimed, pulling him into a tight hug. "Oh my God, I can't thank you enough!"
He chuckled against you, arms wrapping around you again. "Don't mention it," he said. "I'm happy you're okay."
You leaned back to look at him. You gave your name, the smile never leaving your face.
"Bucky," he replied.
. . .
You and Bucky talked for the remainder of the night. He was mischievously funny and sweet, throwing in the occasional compliment to see you get flustered. You were quick to notice how different Bucky was from the creep. Where he could be mischievous in his flirtations, he was also respectful. He was mindful of what made you comfortable and never intruded in your space.
So when he invited you to his place, you accepted. And when he invited you to his bedroom, you were more than happy to oblige. But in the post-sex haze, you assumed that once you caught your breath and cleaned yourself up, you'd have to leave.
But Bucky surprised you again. He had climbed out of bed and used a wet cloth to clean between your thighs. He was so gentle.
"Stay here tonight," he said softly.
"Are you sure?" you stammered. "I-I don't want to impose—"
"You're not." Bucky tossed the cloth somewhere in the room, giving you a soft smile. He laid next to you and kissed you. "I make a mean breakfast," he mumbled into the kiss. "And I'd like to see you again. If that's okay."
You sighed contentedly into the kiss. "I'd love that."
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John & "Listen to yourself.”
Angst to fluff!
Thanks for sending this in, anon! I’m sorry it took me a bit to get to write it! I hope it’s along the lines of what you were thinking of! Also just try to imagine it’s (Y/N) instead of Esme in the gif - I felt that it fit the scene and couldnt help but use it! Enjoy! :)
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But I Got Your Mind Off of It
John Shelby x Reader
Warnings: language, mention of a weapon
Word Count: 1111
Summary: John manages to talk (Y/N) off the ledge before she blows up the longest relationship she has over something so silly…which happens to be something she’s also done before.
The sound of the bang that the door closing made was even loud enough to make John Shelby jump. He scrambled from the table he was sitting at to get over to the concealed hole in the wall where a revolver was nestled. He was just about to access it when he noticed who had slammed the door.
“The fuck was that for, (Y/N)?” he asked his wife, his brows furrowing together in confusion.
(Y/N) didn’t hear him though. She was too busy pacing the floor while muttering unintelligible things. Something about someone being stupid and never wanting to see them again. John wracked his brain for a moment, trying to figure out if it was something that he’d done.
He decided to finally approach her when he came up empty. “What’s goin’ on with you, love?” he asked her, hoping that his voice was level enough so that she wouldn’t get set off…even more than she all already had been.
“I just can’t believe she did that to me,” she finally spoke clear enough for John to hear what she was saying.
“Who did what?” John still didn’t quite understand what was going on.
“Mary,” (Y/N) snapped, as if she was annoyed that John hadn’t come into the conversation with all of the details.
But that didn’t stop John from asking more questions. “What did Mary do?” was his next one.
“She stood me up. We had an entire evening planned and then she cancelled last minute!” she didn’t hesitate in sharing her frustrations, aggravation starkly present in her words.
John furrowed his eyebrows as he took a moment to figure out which way he should approach the situation. (Y/N) was not one to be messed with when she was hot about something, and he hadn’t seen her this worked up in a long time. But before he was able to do anything however, (Y/N) was turning to leave the shop.
“That’s it!” she proclaimed as she made for the door, “I’m going to give her a piece of my mind!” She then started angrily walking towards the door. Just as her left hand reached for the knob, her right was pulled backwards. She gasped as she was spun and within seconds, her back was pressed against the brick wall. Her eyes widened as she looked at her husband, who now had her pinned so that she couldn’t leave.
“You’re not going anywhere…not like this, at least,” he told her, speaking in a calm voice because he knew that if he raised it, all hell would break loose.
“Let me go, John,” she huffed, trying, and failing, to break from his grasp.
“Why did she cancel?” he asked, not giving into her wishes.
Lucky for him, (Y/N) was all for giving the details now. “She ditched me to spend time with her new man. We had this night planned for weeks just to have her call me earlier today saying that he’s asked her out for dinner. She’s ditching me for dinner!” She was fuming by the end of her explanation, all of her anger washing back in again. Who ditches their best friend of over 10 years to have dinner with a guy?? The thought of it was absurd!
John searched her eyes for a moment, waiting to see if she had anything else to add. When she stayed silent, he couldn’t help but break into stiffled laughter. This made (Y/N)’s brows furrow. “What the fuck are you laughing about, John?!” she asked incredulously, not sure if she was now more upset with her friend or her husband.
“Listen to yourself, (Y/N),” he began, surpressing his laughter so that a more serious air would fall over the conversation once more.
“What?” she snapped back at him.
“What Mary’s doing…” he started, shaking his head slightly as he snorted to himself, “you did the exact same thing to her when you started seeing me.”
“I did not!” she immediately proclaimed, shocked that he wasn’t taking her side on this matter.
“You absolutely did,” he stood firm with his point.
“Yeah? When?”
“One of the first dates I took you on. I brought you out for dinner, and you told me that you felt so bad for having to cancel your plans with your best friend.”
“Yeah, but…but I felt bad about it,” (Y/N) was quick to point out.
“You don’t think Mary feels bad about it?” John asked with raised eyebrows.
“At least I didn’t cancel the day of!” she pointed out another - what she at least thought was a - flaw in John’s argument.
“Well maybe unlike your amazingly considerate then-boyfriend, now-husband, her boyfriend doesn’t have the same regards to the possibility that Mary had other plans.”
“You’re so full of yourself, John,” (Y/N) snorted as a smile broke passed the deep frown she was wearing.
“Just stating the facts, love,” he winked at her, making her roll her eyes in response. “But I got your mind off of it, didn’t I?” he questioned then.
(Y/N) pursed her lips as she realized what he’d done. Then she silently cursed him and his ability to make her mood change on a dime. She waited a few moments before she, begrudgingly, replied: “you did.”
“Good. Mission accomplished,” he grinned, finally letting go of her hands so that he could settle both of his under her jaw. “Now what I’m hearing from you is…” he paused, licking his lips as his grin grew bigger, “that you’ve got the night free.”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes again, trying so hard to keep up the act that she was angry. But it was so damn hard with him looking at her the way he was. “My night is free now,” she finally answered him.
“Which means you’re able to spend it with me?” he checked.
“You don’t have any duties to carry out at the Garrison?” she responded with a question of her own.
“None that are as important as me wife,” he grinned.
“You can be so cheesy sometimes.”
“But I got your mind off of what you were mad about, didn’t I?”
“Just take me out on the town…before I go and change my mind,” she dismissed his question, though the look on her face told him immediately that he was absolutely right.
“You don’t need to ask me twice,” he grinned before he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. “Let’s go,” he said after pulling away, reaching down to take her hand in his and lead her out of the betting shop.
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summary: when family gets rough, Jenna knows just the way to calm you down. [request]
pairing: jenna ortega x gn!reader
tw: mentions of abuse (not detailed), some tears, but otherwise that's about it (if I need to add something let me know)
words: 1.26k
a/n: it's been too long since i've last posted lol. anyways, hopefully this is what you were hoping for anon (i would've tagged you but wasn't sure if you wanted that lol - you know who you are). anyways, enjoy guys :)
You tapped on the window, trying not to wake the whole house while doing so. You bounced up and down on your heels while you waited, the cool air of the night sending chills up your spine.
No response. You tried again, knocking softly on the glass.
The window finally slid open. Jenna stood on the other side, her hair pulled up into a messy bun and wearing the oversized hoodie she stole from you.
"Can I stay, please?" You didn't have to say anything else, Jenna understood.
For most of your life, your house had been a toxic environment. When it all became too much or something bad happened, you'd escape. More often than not, you'd be at Jenna's house. Thankfully, her family welcomed you with open arms.
Jenna helped you climb through the window, smuggling you into her bedroom like some kind of behind-the-scenes drug deal.
The second you were through the window, you collapsed into Jenna's arms. You held her tight, nestling as close as you could to her and not letting go.
Jenna was a bit surprised; you normally weren't fond of physical contact. She didn't mind it though, she was more than happy to comfort you however she could, even if it was nearly three in the morning.
"It's ok," Jenna whispered, figuring whatever happened had to be pretty bad for you to act like this. "You're safe, I promise."
Six little words. That's all it took for you to break down. You started bawling.
Nowhere else in the world had you ever felt safer than in Jenna's arms. You were safe. No one could hurt you here. And yet, that wasn't entirely true either. Memories of your parents, the things they said and did always managed to stick with you. You would never be able to escape the storm that raged on inside your mind. Wave after wave, each memory worse than the last. Thoughts and images flash in your mind like lightning in a storm.
The more you thought about them, the worse it got. The realization that you'd never be able to escape hit like a ton of bricks...
Your breathing became shallow and ragged, hiccupping through the tears. Jenna could feel the way your heart thumped in your chest. You were going to have a panic attack if she didn't do something.
“Shhh, it’s okay, love. You’re okay.” Jenna wasn’t sure what else to say. Jenna had comforted you many times before, but this felt different, she’d never seen you so distraught.
Jenna slowly brought you down to the floor with her, setting you in her lap as she leaned against the side of her bed. She rubbed circles across your back as you held her tightly, your face nestled into her shoulder, your breathing becoming more erratic with each second that passed.
With one free hand, she tugged open the drawer of her nightstand. She blindly felt around before finally grabbing what she was looking for. A stethoscope. The one her mom had given her for her birthday last year.
She gently took the two earpieces and settled them over her ears. Then she took the chest piece and held it up to your chest. It wasn’t long before the sound of your erratic heartbeat flooded her ears. It made her wince. It was loud, louder than it should be. She couldn't even imagine what your parents did to hurt you so deeply, just seeing you so upset broke her heart...
You could feel the cool metal on your chest as Jenna's hand slipped underneath your shirt, her touch leaving a trail of goosebumps as she went.
You could never understand why Jenna and her stethoscope brought you so much comfort. You'd think someone having their hand up your shirt in the middle of a breakdown would feel like a violation, and yet, it didn't. Her hand on your back rubbing circles, and occasionally slipping up to the nape of your neck to play with the ends of your hair, was comforting. The cool metal drum of the stethoscope against your chest gave you something to focus on. And the sounds of her reassuring you, reminding you that you were safe in her arms, helped to drown out your torturous thoughts.
It was ten minutes before you finally calmed down. Ten agonizing minutes of Jenna worrying sick over you. Wondering if she was doing too much, or maybe too little. Wondering what happened that hurt you this much, did they say something? Do something? Ten long minutes of wondering if she was even helping at all, or just making everything worse?
It wasn't until your crying had finally faded into sniffling that she realized how much calmer you were. It was only a few more minutes after that when she noticed your heartbeat finally return to its familiar steady rhythm.
Your face was still buried into Jenna's shoulder, your arms tightly wrapped around her, when you felt her shift. The two of you hadn't moved from your position in ages, the small shift felt jarring.
Her hand left from under your shirt, and you felt her put the stethoscope off to the side somewhere.
"You okay, baby?"
Despite how Jenna was whispering, it sounded loud in the quiet room. You buried your face further into her shoulder, shaking your head no.
"Do you wanna move to the bed or stay down here?"
You shook your head no once again. You didn't want to move. You just wanted to stay like this forever.
She was silent, she didn't move or say anything. You started doubting your decision. What if she wanted to move? What if she was uncomfortable? The two of you hadn't moved in ages, what if she was hurting or-
"It's ok, we don't have to go anywhere," it was as if she could read your mind. Putting you at ease before your thoughts could eat you alive.
Before your mind could wander anymore, she shifted again, stealing your attention from any stray thoughts. With one arm she reached up to the bed behind her, grabbing one of the blankets and yanking it over the edge. The soft mass landed on the tops of your heads. It was only there for a second before Jenna pulled it down, wrapping it around your shoulders to keep the two of you warm.
Jenna grabbed the stethoscope, she took the two earpieces and gently set them over your ears. She grabbed the drum and put it under her shirt. It took a second, but the sound the Jenna's heartbeat quickly flooded your ears. It was quiet and calm, the familiar rhythm quickly putting you at ease.
It was sweet. The way Jenna just knew how to comfort you. Even on your worst days, she always knew what to say or do to get you feeling better. Anything and everything from midnight fast food runs to ice cream and movie nights, Jenna always made your days better.
“I love you; I’m always going to be here for you,” She kissed the top of your forehead before wrapping her arms around you, “Try and get some sleep, ok? I’m right here if you need anything.”
“Thank you,” it was barely even a whisper, you weren’t even sure if she had heard it. It didn’t really matter if she had or not, the way she held you in her arms told you everything you needed to know.
You would always be safe with her.
You drifted off to sleep with a smile as Jenna's soft heartbeat thumped away in your ears.
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Imagine bau!reader who recently found out she's pregnant but she hasn't told Spencer or anyone, and she overhears JJ reading the baby star story to Henry on the phone; and she starts crying because that would be her in the future !!! and Spencer sees her and that's when she tells him :,)
this scene makes me cry every time I see it. i can't believe the book was only a prop, i'd buy it rn if it were real
You didn't expect to be so emotional once you found out you were pregnant. It wasn't a side effect you'd felt until you accidentally eavesdrop on JJ reciting a story to Henry over the phone.
Something about the sweet family moment, whether it's the message or JJ being close to crying herself, has you in tears.
Spencer, who came looking for you when you went to find JJ, notices immediately that something's wrong. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asks, pulling you into a quiet room in the police precinct.
"JJ reading to Henry was just so sweet." You say softly, unable to stop the tears.
Spencer cups your cheeks, struggling to wipe up your tears at the speed they're falling. It's been a few long days working the case, but it's nothing out of the usual, so he's concerned about a deeper explanation for your unusual behavior.
"Bedtime for baby star!?" He clarifies.
You nod. "Yeah, you know it?"
"I've heard her read it to Henry before." He explains, but his frown doesn't shift. "What made you upset about it?"
You're not going to make it back to the hotel to tell him, let alone back to your shared apartment where you have a thought-out plan to share the news with him.
You bite your bottom lip, trying not to let a big smile reveal the good news before you can. "I'm pregnant." You announce, eagerly waiting for his reaction.
As you expected, it's a positive reaction. "Really?" He confirms, and once you nod, his face lights up, and he pulls you in for a tight hug. "This is amazing." He whispers. "I can't believe it."
You pull back to smile at him. "We did it, Spence. We're going to be parents."
"The best parents." He agrees, cupping your cheeks again and kissing you softly. "I'm so happy right now." He tells you like you can't tell from the energy radiating off him.
"Me too." You agree. "Even if I told you in some random police department."
Spencer shakes his head. "I don't care. This couldn't have been more perfect."
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Request for an Evan Buckley imagine: y/n is also a firefighter at the 118, but she gets trapped in a fire while the building is partly collapsing and the 118 has to go in to save her 😎
Burning Love
Evan Buckley x Reader
Warnings: This was written with a black reader in mind but anyone can read it!
Word Count: 1.1k+
Burning Love
“Nothing like a factory fire to start the day,” Y/n said with a grin to Buck. “Yeah as long as you don’t do anything reckless.” Hen laughs loudly at his remark. “That’s funny coming from you Buckaroo.” Y/n shot back sticking out her tongue. Both Y/n and Buck were known to pull the heroics not caring if they got hurt in the end. Y/n more so after her near-death experience during an earthquake.
The crackles and snaps could be heard as they pulled into the scene. Cap began barking out orders quickly as he assessed the fire. A hand sanitizer factory sparked a fire that was quickly going up in flames. The sprinklers jammed. Workers, along with other stations, are firefighters walking out from the burning building. “Hen! Chimney! Head on over to the workers! See what the other paramedics need help with. Buck! Y/n! See if there are any more workers inside. Eddie! Let’s try to get this fire tamed! And try to see why these sprinklers aren’t working.” The crew quickly got to work moving into the spaces that they were told by Bobby. Buck and Y/n make their way to the blazing inferno to look at where they could enter. One of Station 124 firefighters walked past with a person coughing on their arm. “There’s a few more people inside!” The firefighter yelled. Y/n and Buck nod, making their way inside gear strapped securely to them.
The room was covered in flames. There was not much that the fire did not touch. Luckily the hand sanitizer was one of them. “Let’s find these people and get outta here before these flames get worse.” Buck yelled over to Y/n She nodded and started moving, “Is anyone in here?!” They moved further into the building. “Over here! We’re over here!” Behind a couple of boxes lay a man and a woman. The woman was trapped under a pillar, clearly with a broken leg at the least. The chalky flames made their face covered in ash. The man tried his best to pull the pillar up, but he was unsuccessful. “What’s your name?” Y/n called out as both Buck and her ran over. “I’m Max and this is Saddie. Please help us, I’ve been trying to get this beam off of her but I can’t.” They quickly got into action, pushing the beam up not before making sure there wasn’t any other damage. They pulled Saddie’s body out, Buck allowing her to grab his shoulders. “Is there anyone else in this building?” The two shook their heads no. Max could walk so they made their way to the exit. Something caught Y/n’s eye and without Buck noticing she went to go see if there was someone else. Sure enough, there lay a woman trapped in what looked like some sort of machinery. Y/n clicked her walkie, “Guys I’m gonna be out soon. I found one more woman!” There was a pause before a response. “Y/n you were supposed to be evacuated with Buck,” Cap said sternly. “Sorry Cap! I promise I’ll be out soon.” Y/n starts working to feel the woman’s pulse. It was steady even in her unconscious state. She begins pushing the machinery off of the woman, but the woman starts to wake up and in pain. “Ma’am, I promise I’m going to get you out from under there.” The woman groans. Once the pieces were completely off of the woman, Y/n did her best to keep her up and started walking towards the exit. “Okay, Cap I’m on my way out!” She spoke too soon as the fire got stronger and catching some of the hand sanitizers lighting them up as well. “Cap, we may have a problem. The hand sanitizers caught flame and I don’t think we can get outta here. What’s the eta on the sprinklers?” The woman began to cough. “Y/n, I thought I told you not to play hero.” It was Buck this time. He wasn’t his usual goofy self this time either. He was clearly upset and worried about her. “You should know me by now Buck, I don’t listen. That’s beside the point, the sprinklers?” The flames get stronger. “We’re still trying to get them going. In the meantime try to find an alternate way out.” Bobby responds. Y/n looks around, there are just too many flames. The woman’s condition slowly starts to worsen as the smoke gets stronger.
On the outside, Buck was pacing, waiting for someone to figure out how they could help Y/n. “Bobby, just let me go in! I need to help her.” Bobby looked sternly at Buck. “Buck, I know how you feel about her but I also know her. She’s a fighter.” Buck glares. He’s in love with her, has been for a while and he knew she was the one as soon as she walked into the station. Buck couldn’t lose her without her knowing that.
Y/n back on the inside started to make a way out after finding a fire extinguisher nearby and putting it to work. The woman is slightly better, walking on her own. “Okay ma’am, I think we made a clear enough path that we can walk through.” The woman limps lightly over grabbing onto Y/n to walk steadily. “We’re getting out of here.”
Buck works with Eddie to fix the sprinklers since at every turn Cap stops him from going in. They just about had it when an explosion rang out. Buck and Eddie rushed over to see if Y/n was there and she wasn’t. Buck starts to tear up, mouth agape. “No, no, no” Eddie brings Buck into a bear hug as he cries. “Wait, Buck, look!” Eddie pulls him to turn around. And there she is, Y/n walking with the woman. And the sprinkler starts finally going off. Hen and Chimney rush to the two to check to see if they are okay. The woman gets taken away by Hen and Chimney. “Thanks, guys,” Y/n said as Hen tapped her on her back. “Glad you’re alive, kid.” Buck watched from a distance, in shock that she was alive. Y/n walks over to Buck with a smile. “I know you said not to do anything reckless, but you know I can’t help it. Besides, you know I always come back-” Her voice was covered with a kiss. His hands went straight for her cheeks. He slightly pulls away to apologize but she pulls him back in deepening it, her gloved hands gripping the ends of his hair. Chim and Hen whoop in the background and Bobby smiles at the scene. When they finally pull apart, they grin at each other. “Took you long enough Buckaroo. Been waiting a whole 6 months for that.” Buck laughs, I promise I’ll make up for all that I missed, but first a date.” Y/n nods and smiles pecking his lips again. “Chim you owe me 30,” Hen says with her hand out.
Soooo I kinda didn't do the last part but we love a woman who can save herself! I hope you like it even with the slight change! But please send more requests!
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Bedtime 🩵
Pairing: Natasha x little!reader
Words: 2657
Warnings: This is an age regression imagine. There will be mentions of diapers, and a brief nursing scene that’s pretty detailed. If that’s not your thing, please refrain from saying so. Just move on, and pretend like it doesn’t even exist.
Summary: After a long busy day, it’s time for bed. Join Natasha and you with your bedtime routine.
Notes: This is not my first time writing age regression. This is, however, my first time positing on here so I am a little nervous. I’m sensitive lmao, so please no mean comments. Thank you and enjoy.
"Okay, in we go," Natasha murmurs as she guides you into the apartment by the hand, "take your shoes of baby." She coaxes as she shrugs off her jacket and hangs it up on the coatrack.
You huff, but nod, dropping to your butt and tugging off your sneakers. You place them neatly onto the shoe rack -just like mama had taught you- before once again stumbling to your feet.
"Good girl," Natasha was quick to praise, and you smile bashfully as you allow yourself to be helped out of your coat. "Let's go get you into the tub, okay?" She retakes your hand and tugs lightly, pulling you through to the bathroom.
You'd just gotten back from a long day at the aquarium and it was now nearly nine at night, one hour after your designated bedtime on the weekends. If your quiet huffs and whines of dismay were anything to go by, Natasha knew you were getting to the point of being overtired, and if she wanted to avoid an inevitable breakdown, she knew to get you to bed as soon as possible.
"Don't want to," you murmur as you fall against Natasha's front, your hands rising cling to the material of her shirt. "No mama."
Natasha cups the back of your head with her hand and presses a tender kiss to your forehead, "I know," she placates, "but we've had a long day and you knew we always make sure we're nice and clean before bed."
Before this dynamic between them had started, your personal hygiene was mediocre at best. No one had ever taught you to shower, to wash your hair or to do anything that was remotely related to being clean. It hadn't really been a shock Natasha, because your upbringing hadn't exactly been ideal. You'd had grown up without parents, going from foster home to foster home without anyone remotely looking out for you. Nothing had ever been permanent, the threat of being kicked out looming over your shoulder at every turn.
It's what made this relationship so special. Why you were so small and needed mama to do everything for you and why Natasha did so without question. There was a trust like no other, and that would never change.
You let out a pitiful whimper and slide down Natasha's body in a dramatic like fashion, slumping onto the floor with your body curled up small.
After Natasha had checked the temperature of the water and placed the stopper into the tub, she sits herself down onto the floor next to her groggy girl and brings a hand up to brush away the hair that had fallen into your face. At the action, you peek up at her, lips pulled down into that signature frown which Natasha was often greeted with when you were upset at not getting what you wanted.
"I know you're sleepy," she acknowledges softly as she allows the pad of her thumb to graze over your cheek, "but you know the rules detka. We either have to bath in the morning, or before bedtime, and you chose bedtime when you woke up this morning. I promise as soon as you're done, mama will get you tucked up in bed with bunny so you can go night night, okay?"
Bunny was your beloved stuffed bunny. It had been one of the first things Natasha had ever gifted you, and wherever you went, bunny tagged along. He was kind of old and worn now due to all the love and snuggles he gets, but to you, he was just as good, if not better than he was the day you got him.
You simply nod.
Natasha smiles down at you as she rises to her feet and holds out her hand, "Up we get." She coaxes, and though you hesitate, you soon reach up to take mama's hand allowing yourself to be pulled to your feet.
"Good girl," Natasha praises, "let's get your clothes off mhh? The baths nearly ready."
You let yourself be undressed like a little rag doll, feeling to sleepy to try and lend a hand. Soon, you were as bare as the day you were born, and when an involuntarily shiver racks your body, you let out a quiet whimper and attempt to climb into Natasha's arms.
"Oh I know," Natasha murmurs softly as she pulls the shivering body close as close as she could to her own, bending down slightly to turn off the water. The tub was now half full with bubbles and a few toys. Just as you like it.
She gently grasps the arms around her waist and pulls them away, offering out her hands instead.
Your slightly smaller ones grasp them without hesitation.
"Big step sweet girl." Natasha reminds, and you nod in understanding as you allow yourself to be helped into the bath. Mama's hands don't let go of you until your butt hits the floor of the tub, and as you distractedly begin playing with one of your bath crayons, you distinctly hears the sound of mama grabbing your shampoo and conditioner from the cabinet underneath the sink.
It immediately has your senses on red alert, because you definitely did not like having your hair washed. It always took to long and despite mama being as gentle as she could she always ended up with soap in your eyes and it always made you cry.
"No mama," you scold 'firmly' with a pointed finger.
Natasha turns to face you with an eyebrow raised and three bottles in her hands. Shampoo, body wash, and conditioner.
"No what sweet girl?" Natasha sits down on the wooden stool used for bath time and sets down the bottles on the side of the tub.
"No hair." You whine as you frustratedly kick your legs, splashing water over the side of the tub and onto the floor.
"Hey hey, none of that," Natasha lightly scolds as she places a hand on your legs to keep them still, and you freeze as you look up at her with fear filled eyes. Natasha softens her voice significantly, because whilst she needed the little one to adhere to the warning being given, she didn't want to upset you further. "If you want to tell mama something, you do it nicely. You know that."
But despite her gentle tone, it was still a scold, and it had your bottom lip wobbling all the same.
A sense of guilt immediately fills Natasha, and she gently reaches forward to cup your cheeks before pressing a tender kiss to the spot between your brows.
"Tell mama what you were trying to say baby." she coaxes as she pulls her lips away, her thumbs still brushing over the soft skin.
You sniffle, "No hair." you whisper in a cracked voice, and though Natasha's heart breaks at the sound, she nods her head in understanding. She hates seeing her baby cry, even more so when she was the one that had caused it.
Of course she never does it purposely. Her baby was just a sensitive sole who wears her heart on her sleeve. No matter how gentle Natasha's voice was, there would always be tears.
"Okay. No hair wash tonight. Let's get you clean so we can snuggle up in bed." She grabs a clean wash cloth and dunks it into the water to wet it before squirting a decent amount of body wash onto it.
You sniffle with a small nod, bringing your attention back to her toys. You half heartedly dunk one of your plastic boats into a large pile of bubbles, but it was clear to Natasha that her little one wasn't really into her play. You were often more silent and subdued after being told off, and it always took lots of cuddles and love to bring out her giggly little girl again.
"We're done my love. Can you pull out the stopper for mama?" Natasha wrings out the wash cloth and hangs it over the side of the tub to dry.
You nod again and reach forward to unplug the stopper, watching with intrigue as the water swirls down the drain. You then look up at mama and hold up your arms.
Natasha smiles as she places her hands beneath your armpits and lifts you to your feet. "Up we go, good girl. Big step." She warns again, watching as you cling to the material of her shirt before cautiously stepping out of the tub and onto the bath mat.
It was then Natasha bundles you up into your frozen 2 towel, and when you step forward with a small whimper, hands still gripping her shirt, she easily welcomes you into her arms and presses a soft kiss to the top of your forehead.
"Shh, you're okay baby. Mama's got you." She soothes as she cups the back of your head, her other hand beginning to trace gentle circles across your towel clad back.
You nod your head slightly, but your grip remains secure around Natasha's waist. Your hands had now slipped underneath her shirt too, and it tells Natasha that you're gonna be wanting some quiet time tonight.
Whenever you were overtired, or whenever you were having a bad day and needed your mama close, Natasha would always drift towards the most innocent forms of comfort. Skin to skin. The feeling of Natasha's skin against your own was one of your favourite things -with the exception of being able to nurse from her breast- and you would, without fail, always end up nestled against the woman's bare chest before the night was over.
"Up mama." You beg quietly a few moments later as you adjust your grip, your arms coming up to rest around Natasha's shoulders.
Natasha doesn't hesitate to haul you up into her arms. You were about five or so inches shorter than she was, but your builds were similar meaning there wasn't much difference between your weights. It meant that whilst Natasha could carry her little one, it was only ever manageable for short distances.
Your legs were tight around her waist as Natasha carries you through to the bedroom, and you let out a disgruntled whine when you feel yourself being set down onto the end of the bed.
"Shh," Natasha soothes, "mama needs to get your jammies and diaper, you're okay." She grabs your stuffed bunny from the top of the bed and places it into your arms. You eagerly hold it close to your chest, eyes fluttering closed when you feel a gentle kiss against your forehead. When they flicker open again, you see mama now on the other side of the room grabbing a clean pair of pyjamas from your dresser drawer.
A diaper and wipes were already in her hands, and you watch quietly as the items were placed down onto the bed next to you. You then lay back without prompt, a soft blush flushing your cheeks when mama immediately calls you a 'good girl'.
"Should we get your cute little butt all diapered, mhh?" Natasha coos as she unfolds the diaper, and you grin shyly as you nod your head and lift your hips allowing the padded item to be slid beneath you.
"Such a good girl," Natasha praises again, giving you a quick wipe down before bringing the front up and securing the tapes together. "There we go, nice a snug. Should we do your jammies now?" She playfully tickles your tummy.
You giggle as you nod your head, and Natasha finds herself laughing softly in adoration as she guides your legs into the holes of your shorts. After tugging them up so they covered your diapered behind, she grabs your hands and pulls you up into a sitting position.
"I think we'll leave your shirt off for now. That way it'll be easier to snuggle with mama, mhh?" Natasha folds the damp towel and deposits it on the back of her desk chair before placing the wipes back into their spot in the dresser drawer.
You nod, "Snuggle now mama?" You hold out the arm that wasn't clutching bunny.
Natasha cups your chin and places a kiss to your forehead,, "Just a second. Let mama change first, okay?"
You pouts, but nod, turning and crawling to the top of the bed. You knock the decorative pillows to the floor and slide beneath the covers, squirming and moving around until they weren't constricting you. Mama made the bed every single morning, and it was always neat and tidy and looked as though no one had ever slept in it.
Natasha smiles as she watches her little one mess up the bed to her liking, her hands in her hair pulling it back into its signature braid.
"Be careful," she warns when you slide a little too close to the end of the bed for her liking.
Your head peaks up over the blankets, your hair already a mess, "Will mama." You mumble with a tired grin before disappearing back beneath the covers.
Natasha playfully rolls her eyes as she wonders back into the bathroom. Her intention was to have a nice long, hot shower, but she'd do that once the little was was fast off in dreamland. After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she walks back through to the bedroom. There, you were sprawled out on your back, eyes closed and your stuffed bunny held close to your chest. Natasha knew you weren't asleep however, because your breathing was way too fast.
"Make some room for mama." Natasha announces her arrival as she tugs back the blankets on her side of the bed. Technically, the whole bed was hers -as was the bedroom- but you took residence in it most nights because you didn't like to sleep by yourself even though you had a perfectly good bedroom available.
Natasha never complains though, because you do tend to use your own room for naps which gives Natasha a little time to herself.
Your eyes blearily open, and at the sight of your mama, you grin and scoot yourself towards the left side of the bed as opposed to the centre.
After Natasha had climbed in, she holds out her arms silently inviting you into them. You comply without hesitation, nestling close against the woman's bare chest as you settle pretty much on top of her.
Natasha presses a kiss to your head as she adjusts herself slightly to get comfortable beneath your weight. She rolls them onto their sides once she realises that sleeping underneath 110 pounds just would not be possible, quietly shushing your quiet whine of dismay at the change of position.
She brings a hand down to gently pat your padded behind, her other arm trapped between your head being used as a pillow. Your face was eye level with her breasts, and it takes only moments for searching lips begin their hunt for food. Natasha smiles softly as she peeks down at you, seeing your eyebrows furrowed in frustration as you attempt to latch on to the swell of her beast. Natasha smiles softly as she uses the tip of her pinky to unlatch you, cupping her breast with her free hand and swiping the nipple over your bottom lip. Your mouth instinctively opens, and Natasha guides your head forward allowing you to get a deep and comfortable latch.
You almost immediately begin to suckle, a wet, squeaky sound filling the otherwise quiet room. It takes only moments for her milk to let down, and the small squeak of excitement that escapes you as you swallow doesn't go amiss. With a soft grin, Natasha presses a kiss to the top of your head and lays her head back down on her own pillow.
"There we go, nice and calm now."
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Snowed In Part 2 [Modern! Mizu x Reader]
Ngl y’all I was really touched by the amount of ppl asking for the proposal scene lol. I was a little worried that maybe the blurb was like too fluffy but I'm really glad you guys liked it, ya big softies lol (but same). This came out a little longer than i anticipated but i was just adding some stuff to add to your relationship and i reeaaalllyy hope you guys like it <3 Also I think i might do one more lil part just to involve the rest of the crew and their reaction to the news so stay tuned for that as well.
Part 1!
Although your anniversary dinner plans were ruined by the snow, it was impossible to remain upset. After all how could one be upset when they're being comfortably held in the arms of their lover watching one of your favorite shows together?
Admittedly you did suggest your bedroom when Mizu asked if you wanted watch something after dinner but she was rather insistent on making it a living room activity. So there you both were, laid together on a makeshift bed of various pillows and blankets in the middle of your living room floor. The lights were low, Mizu was warm and the snowfall was the perfect romantic backdrop.
"Y'know," you started, "this day did not go how we had planned at all but honestly I can't imagine a better way to spend our anniversary together," you contentedly sighed.
"That makes two of us," Mizu snuggled you closer and planted a kiss on your head. "But the night isn't over yet."
She gently moved to get up from her position and you pouted at her for ending your cuddling session.
"I'm getting up to get your gift," she laughed.
"Oh right! I'll go get yours too." you quickly paused your show as you both retreated for your gifts.
Once both you and Mizu retrieved your gifts you both returned to your makeshift bed and sat across from each other. Mizu decided to go first and handed you a large gift bag. Your eyes widened in both joy and surprise as you pull out a designer bag that you've been trying to acquire for a long time.
"Oh my God, Mizu! This is sold out everywhere how did you get this?"
"I know people," she smugly shrugged her shoulders.
"Akemi?"
"Actually believe it or not... Taigen."
"Taigen?! You worked together with Taigen for my gift?" you eyes widened again. Mizu and Taigen weren't enemies per say but they definitely very easily got on each other's nerves, however it was mostly banter. Mostly.
"Yeah despite him being Taigen, he can be quite useful sometimes and I know how long you've been hunting for this bag."
"Oh honey, thank you. I really appreciate it and I love it," you lean towards her to give her a gentle kiss before putting the purse back in the gift bag and setting it aside.
Excitedly you reached for your gift and handed it to Mizu. It was a smaller bag and the first thing Mizu pulled out from it was her favorite perfume.
"I was just running low on this, thank you babe," Mizu smiled at you but you informed her there was one more gift for her in the bag. She dug back in and pulled out a small rectangular red velvet box. Carefully she opened it and in it was a beautiful gold heart pendant. She was in awe of the craftsmanship. You prompted her to flip it to the back and engraved on the heart read the words "Forever Yours" with your initials right below it.
“You have my heart," you said to her. "Promise to keep it safe?”
“With my life,” she looked back up at you. “Baby I love it thank you so much,” she practically leaped over from her spot to envelope you in a hug.
“I’m glad you like it,” you chuckled into the crook of her neck.
When Mizu broke away she quickly went to put on the necklace but you insisted on aiding her. With one hand she held up her long hair and turned to allow you access to put on the necklace. Once it was on she went to observe it again, as if she couldn’t stop admiring it.
“Can you take me to where you had this made so I can make one for you too?” She asked, still looking at the pendant.
"Really?" you asked, your excitement shinning though.
“Yeah,” she smiled at you. “I have your heart and I want you to have mine.”
Overjoyed at her words, you leaned in and kissed her both softly and ardently.
“I’d really like that too. I can take you next week yeah?”
Mizu nodded and leaned back in to continue the kiss. Passion flowed within you both and the kiss became needier. This time you took the initiative and without breaking the kiss you gently pushed Mizu to lie on her back. Your free hand reached to cradle Mizu's face, effectively deepening the kiss. Mizu almost allowed herself to get lost in it but when she felt the small ring box poke at her hip she was brought back to her objective . Gently, she broke free from the kiss.
"Is everything okay?" you asked, slightly alarmed.
"Yeah I just... have to use the bathroom."
"Oh okay," you rolled onto the side to allow Mizu to get up. "I'll wait for you to come back to continue the show."
"Nah no need. Continue without me I'll be quick," Mizu reached for the remote and pressed play on your show before seemingly heading towards the bathroom connected to your room.
In actuality Mizu just wanted you distracted and not focused on how long she'd be gone. She had all her materials for the proposal packed in two of her gym bags but she wanted it all to look perfect and that could take some time.
After about 15 minutes you started to get a little worried and when you tried to enter your room to access the bathroom you realized your room door is locked.
"Hey babe are you okay?” you knocked at the door.
“Yeah! I’m almost out just looking for something," Mizu tried to sound casual but her tone definitely sounded a little panicked which did nothing to ease your composure.
“Do you need help looking for it?”
“No it’s okay! I’ll be out soon.”
You did have a spare key for your room in case you were ever accidentally locked out of it. The thought did occur to you to go get it but something to just give Mizu a little more time. After about 5 more minutes, she finally comes out of your room.
“Found what you’re looking for?”
Mizu nodded. "I have one more surprise for you," from behind she pulled out a black blindfold and immediately you're intrigued.
"Well if it involves that blindfold then I'm liking it already."
Mizu laughed at your response before extending her hand to help you stand up. Carefully she wrapped the blindfold over your eyes and guided you into your shared room. Immediately you're greeted with warmer temperature and the soft scent of roses. Slowly Mizu removed the blindfold.
Your room was lit with strategically placed candles and littered with red and pink rose petals. Placed purposefully on the bed was a box of your favorite chocolate and a bouquet of your favorite flowers. The scene was so intimate and warm. You even caught sight of a small fire extinguisher so you know Mizu really thought this out.
"Oh my god, Mizu this is..." the remainder of your sentence got stuck on your throat when you turned to thank Mizu and saw her propped on one knee holding out a box with a diamond ring.
Immediately your eyes began to tear up, overcome with the realization of what was happening. Instinctively your hand went to cover your mouth but a small overjoyed sob managed to escape from you.
"(Y/N)," Mizu started with glossy eyes as she too struggled to hold back her happy tears. "I have never loved anyone the way that I love you. For a long time I didn't even think this kind of love was actually real, until I met you. I love waking up to you every single day and I've learned to love and appreciate life more since you've allowed me to enter yours. You just make me so fucking happy," she sniffled. "I didn't think it was possible to be as happy and feel as safe with being happy as you've made me feel. Being with you made me feel like I was so easy to love and I want to dedicate the rest of my life ensuring you feel the same way. Will you allow me the greatest honor imaginable, will you marry me?"
"Yes of course I'll marry you!" you cried and wrapped your arms around her in a fervent embrace.
You both cried into each other, so full of love and absolute happiness. You pulled back from the hug and leaned in to share your first kiss as an engaged couple. It was a salty kiss as the tears are still fresh on both of your faces but neither of you cared.
You extended your left hand to Mizu and she happily slid the ring onto your finger.
“Perfect fit,” she smiled.
“It’s so pretty,” you admired the gem, it truly did cater to your taste. “Babe, it’s perfect you made such a good selection.”
“I like to think I know you well enough to pick out a ring you’d like, now I’m glad to know I’m right,” she lightly chuckled as she snaked a hand around your waist and snuggled you closer to her.
“We’re engaged now,” you mumbled as Mizu started planting kisses on your temple, the feeling of euphoria still coursing through you. “You’re my fiancé.”
“And soon you’ll be my wife,” she added, grasping your left hand in hers and tenderly rubbing at your ring finger. “Then we‘ll just have forever together.”
“Forever together,” you whispered as you leaned into the crook of her neck. “I love the sound of that.”
A/N: if the ending looks a lil weird font wise is bc I had to copy from my notes app bc I had previously wrote something and it didn’t save on the draft 🙃. Ngl I’m feeling a bit iffy about this but i really hope you guys enjoyed the read! 💗
Edit: I forgot to say but feel free to change what Mizu gifts you, like if you’re not into designer bags then ofc yeah just substitute what you want. It’s kinda hard to write what gift to get you bc ppl are diff like not everyone is gonna like the same thing 😂
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Satoru Gojo x fem reader
Fic type - NSFW/smut (minors dni)❗️
Warnings - fingering, p in v sex, role play in a way I guess, I suck at warnings so lmk if I need to add more.
Summary - You’re a writer, struggling to figure out how to write an explicit scene for one of your romance novels and so your husband suggests “helping you out” by demonstrating how the sex scene in your book should go.
Word count - I didn’t count yet lol
Imagine being a writer and your curious husband, sensing your frustration, joins your side as you type away at your computer. His head tilting to skim across the pages of the latest romance book you’re currently writing.
“How’s this one coming along, babe?” He asks with genuine interest as he tries to follow along with you while your eyes re-read over the paragraphs you wrote a day ago. The same ones your agonizing burst of writer’s block was preventing you from adding on to.
“I’m stuck on how to write this scene.” You groan, letting out a frustrated sigh before quickly closing your laptop altogether and muttering an annoyed “forget it” as you stand up.
“Whoa hold on.” Satoru quickly places his hands in front of you to block you as you tried to walk away. “Don’t stress, it’s okay if it’s not done right away.”
“But every time I try to-“
Satoru quickly places his fingers to your lips and shushes you. “I said don’t stress. I can’t have that pretty face of yours looking so upset.” He says in a gently scolding tone before he smiles, urging you to sit down on the couch with him. “Just talk me through it babe. Tell me how the scene is supposed to go and I’ll try to help you figure it out.”
Imagine explaining to him the entire premise of the scene, one that, thankfully, happened to be a sex scene.
His lips formed into a smirk as he started to see where things were heading, his mouth opening to let out a teasing “So do they kiss?” Despite knowing they’d do much more than that.
“They definitely do a little more than kiss, Toru.” Your face scrunched into a gentle smile as you laughed, unaware of the way Satoru’s was forming into a smirk.
Imagine Satoru’s hand soon appearing against your thigh and his face leaning to whisper against your ear unexpectedly as he asked “Really now? And do they do this as well?” His hand soon trailed upwards, sneaking past the pair of lounge shorts you’d been wearing till he reached your clothed clit.
His fingers started to rub in a circular motion, causing your breath to hitch in your lungs at his sudden actions.
“Well a-actually, they really just-“ you tried to speak through heavy breaths, but a low voice interrupted you.
“No? What a shame. You should add this part then.” He says with a smirk as he applies more pressure, making you squirm gently.
“I’m only trying to help you, babe. So take notes, you’ll need this for your book.”
Imagine the way his fingers soon plunge into your cunt as he keeps you under him, occasionally whispering taunting sentences that consist of “do you think he’d make her moan like this too?” or “Would she like it if he added another finger?”
Silly sentences to which you answer, quiet breathlessly, “I don’t know, maybe you should try it… just so I know.”
His fingers thrust deeper at your words, pulling another desperate whine from you as he stretches you open. “You’re right, I have to, for the sake of your book, of course.”
Imagine the intensity rising as he asks more questions, giving himself a plethora of excuses to keep going.
“Do you think she’d look this pretty under him?”
“Would her back arch the way yours does?”
“Do you think she’d want him to go faster?”
Your whiny moans fill the air as your husband thrusts his cock relentlessly inside you, gripping your ass with both hands and using it as a guide to push himself deeper within you. “Babe please, just drop the act already.”
You try to speak between panted breaths, wanting your husband to focus simply on you, and not on the ridiculous book that caused this passionate lovemaking session in the first place; a novel in which you found yourself caring less and less about as your husband’s cock drilled pleasantly inside you again and again with each passing second.
“Hush sweetheart,” he interrupted you, “I’m trying to help you envision the scene better.”
Imagine the minutes that seem to turn into hours as he continues his hungry thrusts, his lips almost sucking the flesh off your neck as he kisses it repeatedly.
How his body sticks to yours through a layer of sweat and his hips seem to maintain their momentum far after you feel your legs go numb from the position he’s holding them in over his shoulders.
His eyebrows knit together as he groans deeply, feeling the clench of your tight walls around him as you climax for the third.. fourth… how many times has it happened now?
How long have you both been going at this?
The answer remains a mystery as you lose all capacity to even ponder an explanation, too focused on the sliding of your husband’s cock inside your needy pussy as he renders you useless underneath him.
“D-Do you think she’d… Ngh… do you think she’d last this long too?”
Satoru mumbles with a breathless moan, his self-control depleting as he recognizes the familiar drench of another one of your orgasms covering the entirety of his swollen tip.
Imagine the way he’d keep this silly act going just so he can continue pleasuring you by hiding behind an excuse.
When every time you questioned him about whether or not he’d be waiting for an opportunity like this, he immediately denies it, insisting throughout the entire session that this whole thing was simply for “research purposes” and nothing more.
How he’d urge you to keep going every time a whiny plea jerked out your lips because “the sake of your book depended on it.”
He takes his time, milking this excuse to the fullest as he satisfies the much needed urges he’d been keeping bottled up since earlier today. The same urges he quickly realized you had, coincidentally, been hiding the entire day too.
Imagine the grin that washed across your husband’s exhausted expression as he heard you playfully say “I think I know what to write now” soon after he’d already collapsed on your bare chest.
“Good.” He spoke as he leaned forward to kiss your forehead. “Now make sure you remember to add all the juicy details okay? My character won’t be happy if you leave anything out.”
You giggle breathlessly, still trying to catch your breath from the intense feeling that lingers between your legs. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you know if I need you to refresh my memory.”
#satoru gojo smut#satorugojo#satoru gojo#gojo satoru#jjk smut#jjk satoru#satoru smut#satoru x reader#satoru x you#satoru x y/n#gojo satoru smut
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More Finnick brainrot because that one line I wrote about how Finnick and his sweet girl would be wanted at the same time got me thinking.
Imagine Finnick who has to sit on some leather chair, watching as his sweet girl is taken by some capital man. He knew how rough the capital men were, he’s seen it, he’s experienced it, he’s felt the pain. And yet…seeing his sweet girl, the girl who should only ever be treated gently, be treated with such violence. A rock sat in his stomach as he was forced to watch the man defile her, pull her hair till it stung, slap her, choke her, laugh and moan as she cried.
And he couldn’t do anything. He failed her. He failed her again. He couldn’t stop this. He as forced to watch, if he looked away she’d be treated rougher, that’s what the client said.
He guessed it was some sort of sick pleasure the man took. Two victors at once. A way to prove his masculinity. He would be able to fuck the beautiful girl as her lover, the embodiment of masculine beauty was forced to watch.
Finnick never knew what he hated more, watching his sweet girl be taken in such a way or be forced to act that way to her as people lined up to watch…
heart breaking rn
triggers for nsfw talks, trafficking, violence
but like in chapter 6 of the lakes when there's that smut scene, finnick is literally always asking if she's okay, always making sure he's not crossing boundaries, always ready to stop at any point because she's his sweet girl, he only wants what you want
so to have to watch someone treat you like an object for abuse makes his soul wilt away. because he's so close and so helpless, when your cry, when your hurt, he can't do a thing until the client is gone. maybe that's the blessing, you're not stuck up here alone in the Capitol trying to deal with it yourself, when it's all over he can take care of you. but it's so hard to not look away, to have to watch his sweet girl like that.
and he blames himself because this is the sacrifice he made by getting you so many sponsors, they expected you both to pay them back for their 'generosity' in the arena. if he tried to do anything snow would probably make things worse somehow, so you'd both decide to take it without a complaint. when you were in the Capitol there was makeup artists so you could keep up appearances if there was something off, bruises, a split lip, a hickey, nobody but the elite and other victors had to privy to it.
maybe the worst nights were when he had to do what they did to you. how was he supposed to hurt his sweet girl? even if you said it was okay, that you didn't blame him, that you weren't upset, that it wasn't his fault it would weigh on him constantly. it's not like he dissociate either when they wanted him to spew the most hateful things to you. it was better if they wanted him to take you from behind, so he wouldn't have to look into your eyes, watch you wince, and cry, and dissociate when you could.
and he hated how he felt like you were being so strong about it, finnick ached to protect you, and you tried to hide the hurt most of the time. his sweet girl putting on such a brave face for him.
"you're gonna have to hit me harder this time, they weren't buying it last time." you were putting in more mascara, it was better if it ran down your face and people could see the evidence of tears.
"angel, I can't do that."
"finn, we don't have a choice." you'd cradle his face, so comforting when your fingertips played with his hair. "I'm not gonna be upset with you, promise. I'll be okay, I can handle it."
his sweet girl loved to try and act like she was okay so she could focus on him, but he needed her to know how much she was valued so much and couldn't. so when you flinched away from his touch after and apologized each time or didn't want to be touched at all for a few days he was drowned in guilt. you'd take care of him and try to close off, it broke him
#wanda 💋#finnick odair x reader#finnick odair#finnick odair x y/n#finnick odair fluff#finnick odair angst#finnick odair x reader fluff#finnick odair x you#finnick odair x reader angst#the lakes#the river
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Simon Ghost Riley x reader
Liability series chapter five!
summary: reader has a steamy dream about ghost, she tries to brush it off until she sees him working out.
warnings: 18+ content, mentions of smut
MDNI
Liability masterlist:
https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share
“My good girl, taking me so well” his deep voice grunts into her ear. She is unable to respond as she clings onto him. Her mind clouded with intense pleasure, enough to bring tears to her eyes. His body slams into her roughly, the sound of her bed slamming against the wall. Her nails dig into his back desperately trying to reach her high.
“Thats it love, dig your nails into my back, show me how fuckin’ good you feel”
The piercing sound of her alarm causes her to sit up in confusion, rubbing her eyes. She turns it off and lays back down. Scenes from her dream flash through her eyes and she gasps. She had a fucking sex dream about Ghost. The man who’d hated her from the moment she arrived. She runs her hands over her eyes and tries to shake the image out of her mind. She gets up and quickly gets ready, pulling her hair into two dutch braids and puts on her light makeup, simply filling in her eyebrows and putting on mascara. She looks at herself in the mirror, trying to ignore how obviously turned on she still was from her dream.
“Get your shit together” she curses herself.
She hated how into him she was, despite how horrible he’d been to her. She was so insanely attracted to him that it was embarrassing. She imagined his reaction if he were to ever find out, he’d laugh. She always had the tendency to fall for guys that she had no chance with. It was easier that way, no chance of getting hurt. Her love life was quite sad, she’d never truly fallen in love, it never went beyond infatuation. Not that she had men lining up at her door. She had never been desired the way her sister was. Emma being 5’9, built like a model, strong, charming, and easy to get along with. She was the exact opposite, standing at 5’3 she was plus sized, curvy and small. She had large breasts and thick thighs. Her personality wasn’t for most, she was very sarcastic, and stubborn. Most of all she was very self aware. She knew that men weren’t sparing her a second glance. She was overlooked. Something that used to bother her back in school. As she grew older she was comfortable with being alone, she preferred it. Most of the time she didn’t even want a relationship. Yet she was even subject to those late night thoughts, wishing more than anything just one person would see her.
She had one fling in her past. She was a freshman in college and her neighbor Mark took interest in her. They hooked up and he finished not even 30 seconds after they’d begun. She was not prepped for the experience in any way. It was humiliating, she looked back on it and cringed. She vowed then and there never to give herself up to anybody until they earned her. She was comfortable with the fact that person may not exist. Though it was upsetting, she didn’t mind her solitude. Her career was very fulfilling and she knew at the end of each day that she was a good person.
She walks into the dining area, surprised to see that it was empty. She frowns and grabs an apple to snack on as she went over her duties for the day, making a list in her head. She heads over to the med bay and catches a glimpse of her friends, the two of them partaking in their workout routine. She nearly drops her apple when she spots Ghost doing pullups with chains wrapped around his waist. He was dressed in their typical cargo pants and a tight black tee. He had on his signature balacalva, devoid of the skull. She was shocked to see a sleeve of tattoos on his right arm. Of course he had tattoos, it was like this man was built in the image of god, and she hadn’t even seen his face. She quickly hurries away from the scene, hoping that nobody saw her oogling at him and checks in with her coworkers.
She spent the majority of the morning checking in on the patients, she avoided her sister at all costs as they still hadn’t spoken since their blowout fight four days prior. Every once and a while she would catch a glimpse of Ghost working out and force herself not to drool. She was hot all over at the sight. Each look at him reminded her of the steamy dream she had. Still she tried to keep herself busy.
Hours pass and before she knew it, it was time for lunch. She made her way, following the loud voices from the soldiers. She spots Johnny and Kyle and grabs a sandwich before joining them. “Good of you to finally join us” Kyle jokes
“Sorry I was busy working” she retorts, as they chuckle at her sarcasm
“Saw you this morning, didn’t feel like saying hi lass?” Johnny questions
“Not a morning person” she shrugs
“Or you’re not a Ghost person”
"oh she defiantly is"
“Shut up” she says hitting his arm
“Come on you think we’re blind? We saw you staring at him” Johnny says leaning in closer “come onnnn admit it”
“What exactly do you want me to admit?”
“That you’re ho-”
“Soap, Gaz report for debriefing in five” Ghost’s loud voice interrupts, cutting through the crowd like a knife.
“Speak of the devil” she murmers
“Anyways as I was saying-”
“I think you’ve been summoned Soap” she rolls her eyes
“We’ll finish this conversation later”
“No we definitely won’t because there’s nothing to say” she warns
“Right” he laughs before patting Kyles shoulder.
She watches the two exit the dining area and sighs heavily. Clearly she wasn’t as sly as she thought. She hoped to god that Ghost hadn’t noticed her as well. But she had a inkling that he did, nothing seemed to escape him. It didn’t matter, just because she found him attractive, doensn’t mean that she was in love with him. She finishes the rest of her meal in peace and stands to throw her garbage away. She scoffs, noticing the boys had left their plates behind.
“No don’t worry I’ll clean up after you” she grumbles “fucking men”
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