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#Fluff ending
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Bread with cheese!!!
You can do one of Ghost x Male Reader? , a story where Ghost returns home from a mission, very stressed. Well, he goes to the male reader and proceeds to fuck the reader too intensely until he is satisfied, relaxed and de-stressed.Ghost, let's say, can withstand many rounds and the reader only 1 or 2., that is, the reader was overstimulated to the maxGhost, let's say, can withstand many rounds and the reader was only 1 or 2, that is, the reader was overstimulated to the max.
((IF ANYONE KNOWS ME, I SWEAR THIS WAS PROPOSED BY MY DOG.😭😭😭😭😭
The Mask, The Man.
Simon “Ghost” Riley X Male reader
I cannot lie. This was supposed to be pure smut, then it turned into angst, and then fluff- I’m sorry if this wasn’t up to your standard or what exactly you wanted. I might have gotten lost in the heat of the moment.
TW: Smut. MDNI, 18+, EVERYTHING. IS. CONSENSUAL. Cursing, slight mentions of blood and murder, slight Somnophilia?? Idk m/n passes out.
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It wasn’t often that Simon let you see Ghost. In fact, if you did ever see Ghost, the world was most likely ending.
However, you have seen him one time before, when Simon came home from a very long 6 month mission, you’d admit you were shocked when you ran down the stairs only to see your husband facing and leaning on the front door, his boots will on, his mask still on, and his back heaving up and down from how heavy he was breathing. He didn’t bother to change, much less shower before he be-lined to his truck, and driving off to his home where he knew his husband would be waiting.
M/n didn’t necessarily hate seeing Ghost, in fact it was Ghost that hated seeing M/n. Well, it was Simon who hated Ghost seeing M/n. He wasn’t acquainted with his Military life, not his friends, that godforsaken mask, or the blood and dirt from his missions. Every other time he came home he washed himself to a T, making sure he was clean before he came home, but even then he and his husband took a long bath together, M/n scrubbing off the mental dirt and blood that Simon could never wash off himself.
And thus here we are. M/n’s head shoved into the pillow, tears streaming down his face and his breath uneven as Simon was thrusting into his body, his hand buried in his hair keeping his head down while his other hand was wrapped around his waist with a grip he knew would bruise. He didn’t care. As much as he loved Simon, he missed Ghost. One taste was all it took and M/n constantly wanting more, silently hoping Ghost would step through that door again. Simon didn’t like hurting his dear lover, so he was always soft, and gentle with him. Though while M/n loved it, he also loved being roughed around a bit.
“F-Fuck! Simonn!” M/n choked out, the tears not stopping, saliva dripping from his open mouth and wetting the pillow below him. “That’s not my fucking name.” His voice was deep, husky, yeah, that wasn’t Simon. This was ghost, this was ghost in all glory. His angry, agressive, sexy, blood thirsty glory. “GHOST!” He screamed as he came for the 4th time that night, his dick sensitive and yet still painfully hard. “Shit.” Ghost huffed out as he rolled his head back, closing his eyes. He felt the coil in his lower stomach snap, his cum filling him again. It starting to spill out forming a frothy white ring around the base of his cock.
“Ghost! I- ! I can’t! Please please please~” It hurt. His hole was swollen, puffy, and red, his prostate no doubt abused to the fullest at this point. His body moved to have his hips pressed against the mattress, his face lifted by his hair as spit followed after and dropped down his chin, his dick now pushed fully against his belly and the thought sheets, gaining friction with every thrust Simon threw at him. But oh did I feel so good. His vision soon going dark to the feeling of Ghost gripping his hips and thrusting faster, letting his head fall down against the spit damp pillow.
Waking up, m/n noticed two things, one, every muscle in his body was aching, and his throat was sore, and two ghost now had his mask off as he laid his head on his chest. “Ah-” he gasped out and winced has he tried to sit up, eventually giving up and falling back down onto the broad chest below him. “I’m sorry..” he heard, now realizing Simon was back, and awake as well. “Hm? For what?” M/n muttered out closing his eyes still feeling sleepy after the very long night. “I was too rough. Your body is.. fucked because of me and my selfishness.” Simon felt horrible. He HATED hurting m/n. Especially during sex. “Mm.. it was great.” His husband lifted his head, then his body to crawl over his hips and straddle him. “Simon. It’s okay, trust me, I’m not made of glass you didn’t fuck up my body! I’ll be back to fine in like.. 4 days.” M/n said ignoring the burning feeling in his lower region.
“I hate it, I used you.. I felt you go limp and I still.. I couldn’t..” he couldn’t finish. He couldn’t bear to repeat what he did. Disgusted at the fact he kept going even after his lover fell unconscious. “Oh hush up. I told you many times already, I. Don’t. Mind. I find it hot when you use me!” M/n tried to fix his husband’s aching heart. “Now c’mon, we are nasty. It’s time to clean up and get some food in us!” M/n chirped as he sat up and pulled himself off of Simon and onto the floor, his knees almost buckling under him.
Simon watched his wince his way into the bathroom where he heard the water turn on. “SIMON!” He heard from the bathroom. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” He got up, walking into the bathroom and getting into the shower with his husband, cleaning all the dried fluids on (and in) M/n’s body.
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And I’m done. My first time writing smut but I feel like I’ve read enough of it to do at least decent.
Open for requests, and criticism.
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you're currently carrying 'avatar x reader' with your absolutely amazing works, so i have another request for you, love, if that's alright <33
no idea how to properly start this, but basically neteyam and y/n are a thing- and even though y/n is like super grateful for his protection, lately she's been feeling just like another of his many responsibilities, not a partner. so they grow a bit distant, to that point where even his family notices, and when they try to talk it out they get into an argument. pretty much angst (because i love it👹👹👹) !!!!!!!!!!!!! and it's totally up to you if it ends with fluff or angst. oh and i thought maybe it could take place when they arrive to the metkayina clan, because it would mean y/n left everything behind just for neteyam (and his amazing family ofc🤞🤞🤞), but the way he begun to treat her, makes her think she might regret that decision= more aNGST‼️‼️but that's up to you- whatever you're more comfortable with :)) okay, byeee!!! have a nice day!!!
(i'm @introvert-pansexual btw😧)
Not A Responsibility
Tags: Neteyam x Omaticaya!Reader, Oneshot, Fem!Reader, Angst, Fluff At The End (Not Really)
Warnings: Tiny Bit Toxic, Mentioned Jealousy
Ever since you left the Omaticaya clan for your boyfriend, you’ve felt suffocated by his overprotective nature. You’re his partner, not just another one of his responsibilities or trouble-seeking siblings. And it hurts, knowing that he treats you like you are less his mate than burden. You think you might regret leaving your home for him.
UR SO NICE OMG😭😭❤️❤️ I love every request I get HSJQISIWJ some days my brain is just poop cause i cant think up ideas so these are nice to get ☠️☠️ also yuh I kinda inferred that u switched accs bc i stalk my followers LMAOAOAO anywayss this deffo isnt my best work but ive been kinda tired lately so like sorry if its not that great 😭😭
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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [08/01/23] ❞   
 You and Neteyam have been dating. For a long time, actually.
You grew up together, and the tight friendship you built inevitably developed into feelings of attraction. You were anticipated to be mated to one another, and the Sully family cherished you.
Jake used to torment his son before you began dating. He'd make remarks about how you two reminded him of him and Neytiri, and how Neteyam had to entice you with the superb wooing genes he inherited from him. Neytiri would slap him on the back of the head and order him to be quiet. However, she couldn't argue with Jake's teasing. A lovely girl like yourself resembled a second daughter to her; if her son didn't put a ring on it, she would drag him by the ear.
You felt your throat constrict and your eyes burn with tears the day Neteyam informed you Jake was forcing his family to pick up and move. How were you supposed to just carry on and forget about your relationship?
You couldn't. As a result, you left with him. You would fly for a thousand days on an Ikran, cross vast oceans, and abandon your home a million times more for Neteyam and his family. Neteyam considered himself extremely fortunate to have you.
However, after finally settling in with the Metkayina, you began to sense a twinge of foreboding. You felt homesick, and you knew that relocating to a whole new clan would be difficult. Neteyam appeared to be taking it the hardest though, so you did not want to complain.
You noted how his shoulders tensed more frequently, or how he wore a faint grimace when alone. You were outsiders in this place, and they treated you as such. Neteyam couldn't help but be uptight whenever the olo'eyktan's son harassed his siblings, but he lost his composure when he sought to bother you.
Or, more accurately, flirted with you. Neteyam had a reputation for being a jealous boyfriend. You and his family were fully cognizant of this, but to the casual onlooker, he always appeared calm and collected. When Aonung penetrated your personal space, you recognized how Neteyam would surreptitiously linger nearby, or extended an arm around you. It drove him insane.
When he first started acting that way, you would coo at him and envelop him in your embrace while calling him sweet. You believed his protectiveness over you was adorable, and it was flattering to say the least. Neteyam, on the other hand, had nothing to be concerned about. You were solely interested in him.
...
Regardless of your unconditional affection, it seemed that the more Neteyam stayed in the Awa'atlu village, the more awful he grew.
Irrespective of Aonung's unwanted attention (which had long since faded), nothing made Neteyam happy anymore. When you tried to kiss him, he would either accept it reluctantly or brush you away. If you wished to spend time with him, he would acquiesce, but would eventually talk about his siblings or babysit. Nonetheless, he would be fiercely protective of where you went or what you did.
You couldn't condemn Neteyam for being nervous and tense all the time, but it seemed that no matter what difficulties you were encountering in your relationship, he began to treat you as if you were just another one of his trouble-making siblings. Another chore added to his long list of responsibilities.
Neteyam’s protection used to be charming, but it was now just smothering. It seemed like you were so distant from your boyfriend, yet also so close to him. You began feeling less like his partner, yet it also caused you to feel guilty when you were emotional in front of him. You knew you had no right to complain because you left the Omaticaya clan by your own volition. How could you grumble about it when your lover was enduring greater struggles?
This was a recipe for disaster.
...
You no longer felt comfortable communicating your concerns to your boyfriend. Each time you sought to bring up your reservations about how Neteyam was treating you, he was too preoccupied with his own life to give much heed to your conversation or relationship.
You eventually gave up on your efforts to work it out. If he were to behave distant from you, you would respond with the same energy. You two gradually drifted away, the gulf between you expanding by the day. Neteyam's family became quite alarmed when they noticed how seldom you two were interacting nowadays.
Jake and Neytiri encouraged Neteyam to try to spend some quality time with you again, and that he could set his other obligations aside. They'd maintain a close eye on their other children so Neteyam wouldn't have to fret about them.
He agreed begrudgingly, unable to say no to his parents. You were thrilled when he sought you out for a casual date, the first in a long time. There was a nagging whisper in the rear of your mind that gnawed at you, warning you he just wasn't the same, but you dismissed it. He'd come to find you, hadn't he?
...
You were deflated throughout the duration of your date. The longer time passed, the more you could feel the ominous mood rattling deep in your bones. During your time together, all Neteyam could think about was how much this move had stressed him out, and now he had to be concerned about paying you attention as well. It was apparent from his expression that he was not enjoying himself.
You couldn’t take it anymore.
You snapped at his indifferent attitude. “Can you stop zoning out and actually listen to me for once?”
If Neteyam was trying to fake a smile before, he definitely wasn’t anymore. “What do you mean? This whole entire date I’ve been only listening to you!”
You scoffed at this. His mind was in a whole other place for the entire duration of it. “You never have time for me anymore, and when you do, you act like I’m some burden on your to do list!”
Neteyam felt his blood go hot. Before he could stop himself, he began to yell. “It’s not my fault I can’t give you attention all the time! My parent’s are always putting pressure on me to make sure everyone’s looked after and well behaved, including you!”
Then, his voice dropped to a cruel whisper. “Do you think I wanted to go on this date?”
That was the juncture at which you felt so enraged that you couldn't prevent the tears from cascading down your flaming cheeks. Neteyam's countenance didn't alter in response to your outburst, which only served to make you angrier.
You practically screamed at him. “You’re such a dickhead! You’ve changed, Neteyam.” You began sobbing.
“The only reason I’m mad isn’t because you don’t give me enough attention, it’s because every time we’re together you completely neglect my feelings! You make everything about you!”
He remained still as you wiped your angry tears away, then jutted a finger against his chest. “For someone who acts like they’re always looking after everyone else, you’re so incredibly selfish with me.”
In the face of your harsh comments, Neteyam remained silent and unmoving. He was speechless; he didn't know what to say. The rage was still coursing through his veins, but all he could do was hearken to your never-ending shouts.
Your voice dropped an octave, and you glared into his eyes which you once looked so fondly into. “I’m not another responsibility of yours. I regret ever following you here. If I knew you’d turn out like this, I would’ve saved myself the heartache and found a new partner instead of leaving everything behind for someone that won’t even give me the time of day. You could at least try to act happy to be around me.”
That made his heart break, and he could feel the tears beginning to gather in his eyes too. He couldn’t believe you would have ever found it in you to say that to him. “Fine, do what you want. I tried to spend time with you, and you turned it into an argument.”
He pivoted on his heel, and stormed away from you on the threshold of tears. When he was far enough away, he let the tears flow.
Your voice carried from halfway across the beach. “Fine then, if you want me so bad, I guess I’ll go!”
You, too, turned your back on him and dashed away to find somewhere to cry privately. You felt like such a child.
...
It was growing dark, and eclipse was approaching.
You still hadn’t returned to the marui you shared with the Sully family, and Jake was beginning to get worried. “Where’s Y/N?”
That question was obviously directed towards Neteyam, but he remained sulking instead of replying.
Neytiri’s patience was thinning with her son’s out of character behavior. “That girl doesn’t know her way around the Awa’atlu village. She could be lost!”
Jake rubbed the bridge of his nose, glancing at the sky. He shared Neytiri’s sentiment, as his son still wasn’t talking. What the hell happened on your date?
Although Neteyam appeared furious, he was actually feeling quite guilty. Your reality check tugged at his heartstrings, and now you could be injured, or worse, lost, because he told you to be. He sprung from his seat and raced out the marui, unable to sit still any longer.
Jake's shouts for his son to return at that instant went unfulfilled. Even if Neteyam was angry with you, he was still afraid that something awful would happen, and he'd never forgive himself if it did.
Neteyam called your name as he ran throughout the village. However, no matter how much terrain he covered, or how many times he bellowed your name into the frigid night air, your voice did not respond. He was sweating nervously now, terrified about not being able to locate you. What if he never found you?
Those fears, however, were quickly dispelled into the wind whipping behind him as he hurried towards the sound of sniffling behind a nearby tree. Neteyam scratched the back of his neck, unsure what to do. As he drew near to your weeping figure, he stepped on and snapped a twig, capturing your attention.
You spun around to investigate the source of the noise, only to discover that it was your idiot boyfriend. Neteyam urged you to relax, then sighed and settled besides you.
Before you could protest against him taking a seat next to you, he hugged you tightly and apologized.
“I’m sorry. I’m the way I am right now because I don’t want anything bad happening to you, or my siblings. I can’t imagine ever losing you.”
You let your rage disappear, leaning into his embrace as he continued to talk.
“I know I’ve been a real idiot lately, and I’ll try to show up more in our relationship. My personal problems aren’t your fault.”
Your prior resentment faded as he brushed your tears away with his thumb, and you buried your face in his chest, allowing your arms to wrap around his midriff.
“I’m sorry for saying I wished I stayed behind and found someone new. That was a lie, I’d never be able to move on.”
Neteyam felt his chest tighten at your words, and merely hugged you tighter. “I’ll never hurt you again.”
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Hii! Can I get a request with Hotchner daughter reader where she is like 5-6 years old, and she is "obsessed" with Reid and maybe Hotch a little jealous bc thats her baby and
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Aaron Hotchner X Spencer Reid X Daughter Reader
Request: Hii! Can I get a request with Hotchner daughter reader  where she is like 5-6 years old, and she is "obsessed" with Reid and maybe Hotch a little jealous bc thats his baby
Third person pov...
It was always a busy day in the Hotchner household, with Aaron Hotchner balancing his job as a BAU Unit Chief and his duties as a single father to his daughter and son But despite his hectic schedule, he always made sure to spend quality time with his children.
At the moment, Aaron was helping his daughter get dressed as she would be going to work with him today, Jack had school, Aaron had dropped him of earlier.
The two were currently in the little girls room, Aaron kneeling on the floor going throug his daughter clothes before her voice made him turn towards her.
"Daddy, can I wear my princess dress today?" the 5-year-old asked with wide, hopeful eyes, Aaron couldn't resist her adorable request and smiled.
"Of course you can, princess. But let's make sure you wear some comfy shoes too.' He carefully picked out a pair of sparkly flats for her to wear.
Once the 5 year offer as dressed the two headed out the door and to the FBI headquarters.
The young gurl was bursting with excitement as she followed her dad, Aaron Hotchner, to the BAU headquarters. Being five years old, she didn't really understand what her dad did for work, but you knew it was important and cool.
'Morning, Uncle Spencer!' The girl exclaimed as she ran up to the tall, lanky man standing at his desk.
"Good morning, Y/N" Reid smiled down at the girl, He loved spending time with Y/N she was a bright light at the office and always had the most interesting questions.
"Can I help you with anything today?" She asked with wide eyes.
Reid chuckled, 'Of course, you can help me with everything!'
'Y/N, come on, we have to go to my office,' your dad called out.
'Okay, bye Uncle Spencer!' Y/N waved as she followed her dad.
As the H/C girl walked through the office, she noticed her dad's colleague, Derek Morgan, staring at her and her dad with a smirk.
'What's so funny, Morgan?' Hotch asked, noticing his expression.
'Nothing, Hotch. Just admiring how much Y/N looks like her dad,' Morgan teased, winking at the girl.
They all watched in amusement as she turned to the man with a pout, "But I want to look like Uncle Spencer!"
Hotch laughed and ruffled his daughters hair, 'Trust me, Y/N, you're much cuter than Uncle Spencer.'
They both entered the mans office and he sat the girl down in a chair while he went through some paperwork.
'Hey, Y/N, do you want to help me catch some bad guys?' The dad asked, his serious tone making the 5 year old sit up straighter in her chair.
'Really?' Y/N asked with excitement.
'Of course, you're my secret weapon,' the dad grinned before handing his daughter a pen and a clipboard.
While Hotch worked on the computer,
Y/N scribbled on the clipboard, feeling very important. Suddenly, Y/N heard her dad's phone ring and his face fell as he answered it.
'What's wrong, Daddy?' Y/N asked, sensing his sudden shift in mood.
'Nothing, Y/N. Just a case,' Her dad replied with a forced smile.
'Is it dangerous?' The 5 year old asked with concern.
'Probably not, don't worry,' the dad reassured her.
But she could see the worry in his eyes. She knew it was a lie. The little 5 yrar old knew her dad's job was dangerous and didn't like the idea of him getting hurt.
'Uncle Spencer will keep you safe,' She said, still holding onto the belief that Reid was her protector.
Hotches tired face softened at his daughters words and he gave a small smile, 'Yes, he will.'
Y/N apent the rest of the day helping her dad at the office, keeping her mind off the case. But as the team headed out, the little girl couldn't help but feel a little sad that her daddy had to leave.
Before the tewm headed out Spencer walked up to the young child, he looked at her sad face and thought if something to cheer her up.
'Hey, why don't we make a deal?' Reid suggested, giving thr girl a gentle smile and holding her hand.
'What kind of deal?' She girl asked, intrigued her sad expression vanishing.
'You keep an eye on me and make sure I stay safe, and I'll do the same for your dad,' Reid said with a smile.
Y/N odded eagerly, 'Deal!'
Reid grinned and picked the young child up, both laughing he began spinning around many times before placing you back on the ground.
Both dizzy but smiles on their faces.
'Come on, let's go see what kind of trouble we can get into,' Reid chuckled as he took the girls hand again, they both made their way out of the office.
Y/Ns dad watched the two with a mix of amusement and jealousy. He knew his daughter adored Reid and he couldn't blame her. Reid was a great friend and role model, and he was glad to have him in his children's life.
But as the two of them walked around the bullpen, he couldn't help but feel a little left out. He was Y/Ns dad, after all. But he knew that she were in good hands with her Uncle Spencer, and that was all that mattered.
The end!
Hope you liked this oneshot, woo 2 in one night this is strange, decided to treat you guys to two of these oneshots I know you've missed them, I'm still working on getting through the rest of the requests but I will get through them thank you for your patience.
Sorry for this one being shorter than usual anyway sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.
Request are open!
Word count : 1016
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The Chase
These Wicked Games Collection | Complete Masterlist
Summary: You and Loki continue the poker game from earlier in the night. A/N: This is a sequel to my Poker Face fic. You don't have to read that first. But I would greatly appreciate it if you do 🥰. I'm thinking this is going to be part of a collection. This won't be the last time you see this Loki and Reader. This is also my submission for @the-slumberparty Week 2 Challenge: Blast From The Past. Word Count: Over 2.5K Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Warnings: Smut; handcuffs, praise kink, hunter/prey dynamic, bondage, spreader bar- ya, you read that right. Fluff ending.
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Loki’s smoldering eyes never left yours as his fingers continued to unbutton his shirt. You deftly shuffled the deck of cards, watching him strip bare in front of you. “A Las Vegas past, you say? I wonder how many other tricks you have up your sleeve, darling.”
You smirked, unable to come up with a witty retort. He had taken off his shirt and was working on the buttons of his trousers. Your eyes roamed his smooth skin. The contours of his muscles made you want to trace each and every line with your tongue.
He quickly unzipped his dress pants and let them pool down to the floor. He stepped out of them and hummed as he spotted you licking your lips at his half-erect cock, growing by the second. “Are you sure you won’t get distracted, darling? You know, we could forego all the formalities and just have our own game instead,” he tempted, coming closer to you. His naked body glistened in the light of the fireplace. And somehow that just made his voice sound deeper, richer, more perilous.
“But where’s the fun in that? Where’s the chase, Mischief?” you smoldered as you walked further away from him. You weren’t going to let him win. You were too proud, too stubborn, to let him get the upper hand.
“Oh, you’d like me to chase you. Is that right?” he provoked, standing proudly as his eyes stalked you moving further into his room, but still maintaining your distance.
Unbeknownst to you, you were already playing a game with the god of mischief. A game that he started earlier that night when he lost his hand to you. You had played right into his trap.
He knew you would win. He didn’t cheat. Although, he could have. It was all too easy after the first round where Barnes and Rogers taught him how to play.
When the rest of the group came, that’s when Loki learned that it was about deception. When Natasha suggested a provocative game of strip poker, he finalized the plans in his head of how he could get you alone.
Loki noticed how everyone was losing an article of clothing besides himself- and of course, you.
You were shrewd. Your canny ability to read everyone’s body language and the ability to mask your own made you so irresistible. So mysterious and intriguing. He wondered how he could break your poker face and finally get past that shield you seem to have put up.
“I have a wager for you,” Loki said in his deep husky voice.
“You’re already naked, Loki. I don’t think there’s anything else I want,” you said cooly, goading him along.
“Are you certain? There’s nothing else I can offer you?” he spoke so sharply you could hear the crinkle of his smile. “At least let me win back some article of clothing,” Loki added.
You expressly ran your stare down his sculpted body. From his strong shoulders down to his veinous arms that were holding onto his sharp hips. You purposely kept your stare on his evident arousal before looking directly into his eyes and grinning.
Confident that you wouldn’t lose, you agreed. “All right. For every hand you win, you can put on an article of clothing,” you stated. Loki smiled. “But what do I get if I win?” you asked.
“For every hand you win, you get a one-second head start before I catch you.” Loki teased. “And trust me, darling, I will catch you,” he said taking one step forward causing you to back away further and deeper into his room. You stood behind his desk, pushing his chair aside as you secured the table between you.
“This won’t stop me, dearest. You can put as many obstacles in my way as you want, but I would still seize my prize.”
Is that a promise? You wanted to ask. “Ok. Let’s make it simple. The game: Blackjack. Are you familiar?” you diverted and resisted the urge to smile. Loki nodded his head. “Wonderful. I’ll deal.”
“Excellent,” he agreed, and you dealt the cards out between you.
In the first two games, you won with 18 and 20, respectively. Loki wanted to see how you would play this out. You had kept your poker face on the entire time, not once giving him an inclination to your thought’s inner workings.
He adapted and analyzed you quickly. After winning a total of five seconds, you felt a sense of confidence and misplaced pride. Loki, standing proudly naked, decided to be riskier with his hits.
You drew the cards and Loki won with 19 to your 17. “All right, Laufeyson. One article of clothing,” you stated, expecting him to put his underwear back on. All Loki did was fold his arms and grin widely.
You felt a heavy weight pull on your left wrist that wasn’t there before. You felt the soft fur lining before you saw that Loki had conjured thin leather cuffs for you.
“Loki? What the hell is this?” holding your hand up for him to see.
“I’m just staking my gains, dear. You said I can add an article of clothing for every hand I win. You didn’t clarify what type of adornment I could add,” he smirked. “And on whom.”
You narrowed your eyes and seethed. “You sly little-”
“Would you expect anything else from me, my dear? Come on, darling. You have your five-second head start. Why don’t you try winning the cuffs off then?”
“All right. Bet.” You shuffled the deck and dealt each of you two cards. Loki won the hand when you busted at 23. Another cuff materialized on your right wrist.
“Are you cheating?” you accused him.
“No. Never with you, my dear. Winning you any other way would taint the joy of having you scream out my name.” He leaned down onto his desk and looked you in your eyes. “When I catch you, darling, I want you to remember that I won fair and square.” The devilish grin he gave you made you swallow. And now you weren’t sure whether you wanted to win or lose.
“Let fate decide,” he answered as if he could read your mind. “Play.”
You dealt out another set of cards. You lost the hand when he hit 20, and you busted at 22. You felt a weight attach itself to your left ankle. Looking down, you saw a cuff that matched the other two on your wrist.
You’re breathing got heavy. Your bravado shattered instantly. “Last game,” you tried to say nonchalantly.
“If you’d like,” Loki granted. “Although, I did want to see how tantalizing your neck would’ve looked adorned with a matching collar.”
You dealt the cards and received two kings. A small glimmer of hope swelled in your chest.
Loki had a Queen of Clubs. “How ironic,” he stated as he turned his other card around revealing an Ace of Spades. 21.
The look on your face fell as you realized that he had won his hand. A new weight was added to your right ankle. The now familiar fur lining rubbing against your skin.
“I suggest you start running, pet,” Loki said so sweetly. You looked up into his greedy eyes and tried to gather your thoughts together. “Five,” he started to count down.
“Four.” At this, you threw the cards onto the desk and ran towards his door, squealing when you passed him.
“Three.” The weight of the cuffs was evident, but not so much that it hindered your speed.
“Two.” Your hands reached for his doorknob, turning it over quickly and opening the door.
“One,” Loki growled in your ear. His hand was on his door, slamming it closed as he pinned you against it. You turned to face him, and he trapped you in between his arms, holding the door closed.
All at once he was everywhere around you, invading all your senses. You could see the craving in his eyes. You could smell the fine hint of his aftershave. You could feel the heat all around you as he caged you in between his arms and body. You could hear nothing but your heartbeat throbbing in time with his breathing.
He leaned down. His bright face was on level with yours. “I don’t think you really tried, pet. Did you want to get caught?”
“You cheat-”
“Ah, ah, ah.” He interrupted, putting his fingers on your lips. “I did not cheat! But what game are you playing at, my dear? Why did you come into my room? In the middle of the night? Certainly not just to play cards. Or maybe…as I stated before…you wanted to get caught.”
“Loki-”
He kissed you. He brought his mouth to yours and moaned as he finally savored the taste of your lips. He pushed you harder against the door and you could feel his hard length twitching against your body. “Tell me you want this…”
“I…unh…” he ground his pelvis into yours and you felt slick wetness coat your panties.
“Tell me, darling. Tell me that you’ve been fantasizing about this as I have,” he whimpered on your neck.
“I have, Loki,” you sighed as he thrust his hips against you again. He growled his desire as he picked you up and carried you over to his bed. He laid you down, his weight, a welcome heaviness that makes your breath hitch.
“Do you trust me?” he whispered, kissing you again on your lips.
“It varies from moment to moment,” you said as he bit your lower lip.
“I’ll take it,” he chuckled at your answer. He gathered your wrist and suspended them above your head. The cuffs attached themselves to a chain that Loki seemed to have conjured. “Pull.” And you did as he instructed. The chain was taut, but the fur lining caressed your skin.
 He made his way down your sinful curves followed by the soft kisses of his lips. You hadn’t realized that he removed your clothing already. You lay there, panting heavily as he took in your erotic figure writhing on top of his sheets.
He knelt up at the edge of the bed. His heated touch followed the bows of your calves down to the cuffs adorning your ankles. He took one ankle in each hand and as he separated your legs, a bar had formed in between them, snapping your ankle cuffs in place.
The click of the metal bar echoed throughout his room whispering promises of lurid affairs yet to come.
“You beautiful, courageous creature!” Loki said adoringly. With the bar held in one of his hands, he pushed your knees back towards your head. “How I’m going to love ruining you.” His other hand stroked his hard shaft, placing the weeping tip at your slick entrance.
Slowly, he savored entering your tight walls. Your head was thrown back in pure ecstasy as you felt him strain your pussy.
You tried to clench, tried to close your knees together and indulge in the way he stretched you, but the bar prevented you from closing your legs altogether. As if Loki knew, he gave you a fleeting smile before he lunged himself in, grinding against you when he reached your walls.
He paused only for a moment before he picked up his pace. The erratic moans you cried were drowned out by Loki’s grunts. His hips pounded madly into yours. His hands held onto the bar, using it as leverage against your aching pussy by pushing it down to your chest.
The position left you feeling open and vulnerable. You were left to his whims as he took what he wanted mercilessly. “Unhh…th-that’s it. That’s my girl,” he huffed plunging back into your tightness. “You like being tied up, don’t you sweet thing? Letting me do what I want to your sweet…delectable…mhhmmm…”
His words sent a fire throughout your body. A spark that began in your aching cunt and made you seize up altogether. “L-Loki…I ca…I can’t…fuck…it feels so good.” You felt him push the bar further against your body. Your knees bent to your chest and you came.
You chanted his name as the never-ending wave of pleasure took hold of your body and wouldn’t let go. “Loki. My god…”
He pulled himself out quickly, and with his strength he turned the bar over, causing you to land on your knees. Your face was smothered on the pillow as your peach-shaped cheeks hung in the air. He spanked you, causing you to lose your breath once again.
“Call me your god again and I’ll bless you with the most spiritual enlightenment you’ll ever have.” Loki sank himself inside you. Your cries of ecstasy muffled against his pillows.
The position was different. The angle of his thrust went deeper. You could feel almost every vein. Every torturous pull of his shaft along your tight walls. Your legs were spread, your hands bound to the headboard. You felt like nothing more than a toy to the god who was giving you a glimpse of heaven.
Loki’s breathing got heavier. His thrust got more erratic and you could feel his thighs shake behind yours. You felt his chest against your back as he fell on top of you. He tried holding himself up, losing the fight against your hot slit.
You could hear his pleasure. His rhythmic grunts against your ear. “You’re so good for me.” The torrid whispers and compliments about your body. “Th-that’s it. Take it. Take it like a good girl.” You were close again. “Unnh…faen…Gods you’re amazing!”
At his praise, you shattered into another orgasm. He held your shoulders down, trying to gain more leverage as Loki came inside you. He felt the clutch of your muscles. The velvet of your sex trying to keep him inside you and he couldn’t help but have the widest grin of satisfaction on his face.
He pulled out slowly and watch as his spent dribbled down your thighs. “Loki…” you moved to get up.
“Don’t,” he warned.
“But-”
“I said. Don’t. Move.” You felt him get off the bed. Moments later a warm towel graced your thighs. He moved to cup your heated folds and when he finished, he quickly turned the bar and put you right to your back again.
With the snap of his fingers, both the bar and the cuffs dematerialized. He lifted one ankle and massaged it. He kissed where the cuffs used to be and gently set it down before reaching for your other ankle. He followed with your wrist. Ensuring that they weren’t blistered or cut.
His quiet reverence of your body contested with what he just did to it. “So, you’ve been fantasizing about me?” You asked, breaking the silence between you.
“I have,” he simpered.
“How long?”
“As long as you have.”
“That’s-”
“Shh.” Loki crawled up to you and ran his nose against your cheek while peppering kisses on your skin. You closed your eyes and savored the intimacy he was showing. “Sleep, love. Ask me your questions tomorrow.” He wrapped his blanket around you and nestled into the crook of his shoulder.
“All right,” you whispered, slowly drifting off into slumber. “But don’t think I won’t forget!” you threatened cherubically.
“I look forward to it,” Loki smiled as he watched you fall asleep in his arms.
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digitaldollyzz · 6 months
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Would u be able to right a soft dom Jungwon smut pls ?💕💕
Okay so this is off the top of my head. Idk if this is too much lol 😂 hopefully you like it 😋
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After a long day you finally return home to be tightly embraced by your loving boyfriend. “Hey baby, how was your day?” He asked you while kissing on your face. This was a everyday occurrence even if you two didn’t leave the house. But needless to say you loved it so much. “it was tiring but at least I’m home with you” you happily respond. “I’m sorry to hear that baby.” He said finally letting go and guiding you to the couch where he sits you on his lap. You look down at him, placing you hands on his shoulders as he puts his on your waist.
“You look so cute wonnie..” you say leaning in to kiss him in to which he happily kisses back. Wanting more of you he grabs at your ass, making you gasp softly giving him access to you mouth. Both of you fighting for dominance over the heated kiss like it’s the very last. This is something you love so much about him. The way he gently guided you into this unbearable feeling of desperation, desire, and hunger in which only he can satisfy. Something that he knows leaves you wanting more. Every time he touches you it leaves a trail of fire. The way he kisses you like he will die if he ever lets you go: devotion.
He takes your clothes off one by one. Dropping each garment on the floor not caring about where it landed. He lays you on the couch and admires you for a few before looming over you and cupping his hand over your heat “please.. need you now..” you’d say to him with desperate eyes. So he takes all of his clothes off. When he takes off his boxers/breifs his cock slaps his abdomen standing proud. He takes it and guides it to your heat, easing the tip in then the whole thing. The feeling of fullness sparking. When he’s completely bottomed out, you feel him in your tummy. Moaning at the stretch of his cock he begins to thrust himself in you, focusing on how his cock goes in you cunt. Enjoying the way you clamped around him and moaning clearly loving it, he moves a hand from your thigh to your hand, holding it tightly. His speed picks up knocking wind out of you from how good it feels you just close your eyes letting him take over your mind and body. It doesn’t take long for a knot to build up in your tummy “I’m close” you murmur and he just nods, pushing down on his cock in you belly making you moan loudly on accident (neighbors are gonna kill ya) and he moves harder. Hard enough to make you go up each time he fucks into you.
The knot in your stomach finally snapping making your mind go blank and giving a feeling of relief. It doesn’t take long for jungwon to pull out and cum on your thighs breathing heavily. He leans down and kisses you gently “you ok?” He ask while leaning up and grabbing tissue from on the coffee table, gently cleaning you guys mess. “I’m okay just sleepy” you say. He reaches for his shirt and puts it on you. That’s all you remember as you drift to sleep.
JUNGWON POV
“Ahh. She’s sleeping “ he thought to himself smiling at how cute you look in a slumber. He lifts you up and takes you to the bedroom and tucks you in the bed, placing a kiss on your temple before going to clean the couch :3 !!
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rowaelinsdaughter · 4 months
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𝖎 𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 (𝖆𝖟𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖑 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)
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azriel fanfic is here!!!! sorry i havent posted anything in a while, ive been busy, but now i can write again <33 WARNINGS: angst and fluff, mentions of blood, traffic accident
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azriel tepes, also known as dracula, is the most famous vampire in the world. in 1500 years of life, azriel had never known love, he had never stopped to think that he would ever find someone knowing that he would still be alive after losing the person he loved, that's why he never looked for love, he was never interested. in women... but all that changed when he met you.
sitting in your favorite coffee shop, you read your favorite book for the tenth time. the story of a boy and a girl separated by death always made you cry. you looked up to look around and saw him in line. an enigmatic aura surrounded him, his short dark hair, his black clothes and his golden skin, made you remain impregnated by his presence.
he noticed your gaze and turned to look at you, immediately his hazel eyes met yours... after that moment, nothing was ever the same for you or him.
that was 1 year ago and azriel was one of the happiest being with you. lying on your bed, azriel's fingers made random patterns on your bare back while yours caressed his sculpted chest. it was moments like this that made azriel wish he wasn't immortal. he wanted to live every moment by your side as if it were his last. i wanted to live until your last breath... live together and die together to meet you in the afterlife and continue living together for all eternity. but you were mortal, and every day could be the last for you, and that made his heart break into a thousand pieces.
a sigh leaves your lips and, leaning on one arm, you sit up to see your boyfriend's face. every time you looked at his face you marveled even more at his immortal features. you caress his cheek and his eyes meet yours, softening immediately. you kiss him softly, still caressing his cheek. “good morning az”
“good morning to you too, angel” his hand goes down to your waist and in one movement you find yourself under him. immediately your arms go around his neck and azriel hides his face in your neck. “i love waking up every morning with you by my side”
“mm, and i love seeing that you are the first thing i see when i wake up.”
still hidden in your neck, you notice his smile on your neck. azriel leaves a small kiss on your neck and gets out of bed to head to the kitchen to make breakfast. looking at the ceiling, you think about the mornings that could be like this with him. with that thought in mind, you get out of bed, put on an az t-shirt, and head to the kitchen.
standing in the doorway, you watch az cook. the muscles in his back tense every time he picks up something or cuts an ingredient, and it is at that moment that your decision is clear. “i want you to turn me into a vampire” az stops cooking instantly, and slowly turns to look at you.
“i thought we already talked about this, y/n.”
you approach him, raising your head slightly to look at his face.
“i know we've talked about it, but az, i can't go on like this. i can't wake up every day knowing that it could be our last day together, that at any moment i could die and i'll stop seeing you. i love you az. i want to be with you forever and i mean it. i want to be a vampire.”
az sighs and his hands cup your face. “i understand you, i really do, but i don't want you to go through everything i've gone through, immortality is not easy, y/n. if i could be the mortal one i would, but i cannot change what i am.”
your eyes crystallize with tears and one escapes your eyes, instantly collected by his fingers. “i don't want to leave and know that i'm going to leave you behind.” his arms tighten around you and he pulls you into his chest, stroking your hair gently. “i know, angel. i know."
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the rain caressed azriel's face, but he didn't notice anything. nothing but the body in his arms. he heard your pulse getting weaker, the loss of blood from the wounds stained his clothes, his hands, everything. the people around him looked with sadness and terror at the accident. the car that had hit you had fled, leaving your body in the middle of the road.
azriel looks at your bruised and scratched face, your breathing heavier and your heart was going to stop at any moment. he didn't want to do it, he couldn't, but he didn't want to lose you. with inhuman speed, he headed towards your apartment. as gently as possible, but quickly, az bathes you and puts clean clothes on you to take you to bed.
his fingers caress your pale face, from your forehead, your cheek, your lips to your neck, brushing your hair aside in the process. he knew he was going to regret it, but you couldn't die this way and you couldn't die even when you had so much left to live. his face approaches your neck, his fangs caress your neck and dig into it, while tears run down his cheeks.
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your eyes open slowly adjusting to the bright light coming through the window, no, not bright, since the sky was cloudy. a throbbing pain in your head makes you close your eyes. your whole body hurts and you don't know why, you open your eyes again and they find themselves directly with azriel. immediately, a smile appears on your lips, at that moment you notice your fangs different, sharper, more lethal. you sit up in bed taking your phone to open the camera and there were your sharp fangs, identical to azriel's.
you slowly look up at him. “az, i'm…” you watch as he gets up from the chair where he had spent the entire night watching you, sits next to you on your bed and his hand grabs yours.
“i couldn't let you die. now you can't remember anything, but last night you suffered a traffic accident, you were dying. i know i told you that i wasn't going to do it, that i wasn't going to turn you into a vampire, but you couldn't die like that and i thought about all the things you had left to experience, about all the countries you had left to see... about all the things that we had left to do together… and i did it”
your eyes meet and you rush to hug him.
“i love you Azriel”
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tags: @danikamariewrites @throneofsapphics @vanserrasswife @shadowdaddies
all rights reserved to ©rowaelinsdaughter. no tranlations allowed. no copy theme. don not copy my work.
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Hello, my dear, I see that your requests are open so may I throw in my own request?
Okay here it is... how about a fic where reader is moving in with Loki in the Asgardian palace and she gets lost somewhere and starts wandering endlessly before she finds a door and beyond the door, she finds Loki!
I purposefully left the details of what is behind the door out so you could do it! Could be a garden, just his rooms or a secret portal to a comfort place! Let your imagination run wild!
I love you and your work!
~LRM
“An Oasis”- A Prince!Loki x Reader one shot
Summary: Prince Loki brought you to Asgard as his lover in order to protect you from the looming threat of Midgard’s destruction. Unfortunately, the end of your world may be less terrible than the taunts and sneers of the jealous Asgardians targeting you for being brought into their pristine, perfect, eternal realm. Lost and afraid, you find yourself desperate for comfort, for solace, perhaps for a place where you can be fully alone to enjoy Loki’s affections…
Pairing: Prince!Loki x Reader Genre: Angst, fluff Content Warning: Detailed descriptions of war and speculative IRL apocalyptic events, Reader is heavily bullied (specifically, fatphobia), getting physically lost, descriptions of panic attack symptoms, angst, fluffy ending Word Count: 2.9k
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When the bombs began to fall around your home, you couldn’t believe your fortune, as silly as it sounded, for it just so happened that you were in love… 
…and love would ultimately save your life. 
Loki, Prince of Asgard and occasional visitor to Earth (or Midgard, as he called it), had discovered you, alone in the world and working a dead-end job, and found himself fascinated with a mortal for the first time in his life. You could keep him engaged with deep conversation for days without rest, and in turn, he amused you with his wit and flirtations. 
Of course, his looks didn’t hurt either. You weren’t sure if it was his shiny, cascading black hair that glistened in the sun, or his radiant grin that somehow could be inviting and threatening all at once, or his musculature, promising safety or sensual delight depending on what you asked for. Perhaps it was how he chose to dress in tight leather leggings and dazzling armor whenever he was in public, like a proud peacock bragging his aesthetic superiority to the entire city. Whatever feature it was that finally triggered your need for his touch, you quickly lost track of the blurring world around you as your bond with Loki tumbled deeper and deeper into love before you knew it. 
Meanwhile, the world around you was crumbling, a decaying testament to the follies of humanity. The missiles became stronger, the discourse more extreme. Russia had shoved through Ukraine (to much global weeping), and now they’d decided to try on Romania for size. In the States where you lived, the extreme right-wing parties had succeeded in warping the federal system to ensure their constant supermajority in DC, and now they were nearing completion on turning your country into a theocracy. 
The sweeping love story you had with the Prince of Asgard was your inner sanctum, and you were thankful, for most others didn’t have such a profound shelter in the bosom of their true love to retreat to at night. 
However, Loki had one day had enough.
 “I will not see my mistress living and dying under these conditions that stupid mortals have put before her,” he insisted sternly, only quickly answering your questions as he prepared you for a new life in his palace. On the news, things had escalated in Europe, and now the government was handing out brochures and advisory messages about fallout shelters and life after an apocalyptic event. You and Loki hadn’t said as much to one another, but you both knew the missiles were coming, and that Midgard’s days were numbered.
Finally, two missiles had launched, and one had landed less than three hundred miles from your city. It was that minute, as the people out on the street below your apartment began to scramble in panic, that Loki took you into his arms and called out for Heimdall to open the Bifrost for you. His heavy, muscled arms refused to allow you breath, as if loosening his grip would make you fall through them. You felt him hyperventilate as you traveled through the realms, finally landing at the gates of Asgard to a bewildered gatekeeper. 
“My Prince, may I ask who the uninvited mortal may be?” asked Heimdall, his lip twisted in skepticism. 
Loki finally released you, aside from your hand  which he gripped protectively. “Midgard is falling. She seeks asylum, in my home and in my arms.” 
Heimdall sighed heavily. “I suppose I cannot deny my Prince--”
“--then don’t,” Loki asserted with authority. 
Heimdall didn’t wince or react, aside from acquiescing with a head bow and a smile in your direction. “Welcome to Asgard, maiden.” 
Hence, your life as an emigrant on Asgard began, and Loki saw to it that from Day One, your life was an endless line of luxurious days and decadent nights rolling around on the furs he layered on his bed, the firelight bouncing off of your bare skin, painting your flesh a warm, inviting orange. He knew he had duties to perform, so from the first second, he had his fellow palace-dwellers, the nobles, royals, and high-status companions, keep you company, showing you the palace and the Asgardian way of life while he saw to the endless matters of state a Prince had to address daily. 
“I have a lot of back work that I ignored during my time on Midgard with you, sparrow, so I may be scarce for a number of days, if you can mind that,” he warned. You’d just been happy to be there, so you nodded before dragging him to bed, barely minding anything he said. 
However, there was one thing even Loki couldn’t control, and it was how the Asgardians treated you while his back was turned. They’d chosen to make it evident that they all disapproved of a pointless little mortal being elevated to a status above theirs. Instead of showing you every nook of the palace to give you a sense of knowing your way around, they purposefully left you out of their daily walks, only knocking on your chamber doors to acknowledge your existences at the most basic level. This meant that after a week, you still were lost the instant you stepped outside of your apartments.
After a few days, they’d grown bold enough to make the taunting verbal. 
“Little worthless bitch.” “What a whore.” “She has a spell on him, I’m sure of it.” “I hope the little slut chokes to death on his cock.”
And those were to your back. To your face, they were even worse. 
“Could you EAT any more, pig?” laughed one concubine, walking by as you left an empty tray of food outside of your door to be collected. “You may as well take that down to the kitchens yourself. Get any fatter and you’ll be working in the scullery for sure!” 
You’d tried to make your way around the palace on your own, but no one would help you when you asked for directions. At best, the servants and nobles ignored you. At worst, they stuck a toe out from under their robes to trip you and chuckle at your clumsiness. This was done to you at least daily.  
“His last lover was a dancer with the Asgardian Dancers Guild,” mocked a witness dressed head-to-toe in gold. “And here you plod along like a retired hunting hound! Loki must be out of his skull to want you!”
You didn’t get up for several minutes, ashamed to reveal your reddened face to the small assembly now gathered to watch the confrontation conclude. You waited until the clacking of their heeled shoes and boots subsided, leaving you to slowly withdraw back to your rooms to wait for Loki. 
You knew the only way to end your torment would be to tell him of your struggle with the locals, but after just an hour you thought better of it. Would Loki even believe you? Here were his friends, his companions of centuries, and you were his little blip-on-the-radar, guaranteed to die in perhaps seventy years if you were lucky, which was hardly a sneeze to the near-immortal God. You felt as if any word against his friends would be seen as an act of aggression, or perhaps an expression of regret for ever being led to Asgard in the first place. 
I should take things gracefully. Perhaps they will grow tired of it and let me be, you hoped. Of course, things got worse as your first few days progressed, and soon, you weren’t sure if you could find shelter in Loki’s heart any more. The negative thoughts quickly became your own, invading your mind at the worst times. You started to crack under the pressure and the taunts.
On the evening of the eighth day, you’d finally had enough. Having rung for supper, you’d open your door to receive your tray just as the two daughters of one of Loki’s sentries threw the contents of the platter at you, the hot food landing all over your skin and robes before you could shut the door again. You could hear the girls giggling and oinking as they skipped away. 
Gritting your teeth, you began to shake as you held back tears. Okay, I don’t care if this means going back to a burning ash pile. Home is better than here! 
After quickly cleaning up and changing into a loose green robe, you took off down the hall, determined to find Loki’s study no matter where it was, and no matter how lost you became. You were determined to come clean to him, and then to ask him where the hell he’d been this week. If this was how scarce he would be, then why did he even bother bringing you here if he knew he’d be forced to go back to his studies and war rooms while you bore the teasing and abuse at the hands of his friends?
The hallways seemed longer as the shadows of dusk elongated then, giving your path a creepy, unnerving feeling as you become more and more lost in the gilded labyrinth. Your footsteps echoed off the mirrored walls, reminding you of the hallways of Versailles. Your heart began to beat faster against your ribcage, causing your chest muscles to restrict with anxiety.
I should have left a trail of breadcrumbs, or unraveled a ball of yarn…
An hour passed. The sun (or whatever the Asgardians called their source of daylight) set completely, leaving the flickering torches lining the walls your only guiding light. The other nobles walking the halls of the palace retired to their parlor parties and gambling tables, leaving you alone as you realized that you had to be miles from either your chambers or Loki’s. 
“L…Loki?” you finally verbalized your fear. “Loki? Darling?!” 
You shuffled along, the panic rising in your throat, burning like bile, threatening to spill over into a full attack that would surely send you up against the wall. 
I really can’t handle this…what have I gotten myself into??
Tears were gathering in the corners of your eyes. Your skin went red and hot, beads of sweat prickling your forehead as your ears buzzed. You decided before you lost control completely to duck into an empty room to ride it out, and then perhaps said room would have a bell you could use to summon a servant. Then, perhaps you could pull rank and force them to bring you back without a barrage of cruel names for once--
--then you saw it: a crack of bright light escaping from a doorway nearby on your left that was just slightly ajar. Sanctuary! 
You threw the door open without peeking inside, slamming it behind you just in time for you to sink to your knees behind it, letting the tears come pouring silently down your cheeks. After a moment, you’d managed to gather yourself enough to get to your feet, and it occurred to you that you may have just burst into someone’s private meeting to cry, which wasn’t going to help your already-abysmal reputation. 
You dusted yourself off and got your first look at your chosen hiding place. 
It was a library. Easily the grandest you’d ever seen. 
You’d entered into an atrium in the center of the circular room, and your eyes first followed three floors of balcony in a continuous spiral rising off the floor and winding against the walls and shelves until it hit a mosaic on the ceiling of winding morning glories along a trellis. The entirety of the walls were lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, and all were overstocked with tomes, old and new, of every genre, language, and topic you could fathom, plus more. Stacks of books piled the floors as ancient, musty stalagmites. The beauty and scale of the room was enough to make your jaw drop and forget the woes of moments ago. 
Directly in front of you, underneath the first floor of the winding balcony, was a pit tucked within an alcove, along the far wall of which was a corner-to-corner fireplace, lit and roaring with flame, in front of two large lounge chairs, a table in between. You wandered over to the alcove and stepped into the pit, and it was instantly remarkable how cozy the reading room was compared to the huge scale of the library outside. 
It was everything you’d dreamed your room in Heaven would look like as a kid. I will hide here until I’m ready to find Loki in the morning, you decided. It’s as if this place was made for me…
“Y/N? Dearest? How did you find your way here? I wasn’t quite ready for you!” 
Loki appeared behind you, just outside of the alcove, looking pleasantly surprised, at least until you turned around, and he saw your tear-lined face. His face fell, and he opened his arms, stepping inside as you stumbled to meet his embrace. 
“They’ve been so mean to me….everyone…” you managed to articulate beyond your sobs. Loki rocked you slowly back and forth, slowly tempering your shakes. 
Loki sighed sadly. “I wish you would have told me sooner--”
“--you…you…y--you haven’t been around!” you whispered back. You felt Loki grip you tighter, as tightly as he had the day he brought you away from the carnage of Midgard. 
He was silent for a moment. “I hadn’t realized…I’d been busy--”
“--with work, I know, and I’m not mad, I just, they don’t think I’m worthy of you, and--” you began to babble before Loki loosened his hold on you to put a gente finger against your lips, softly pressing against the delicate skin with a ‘shh!’
“I will see to them later, and I assure you they will pay dearly for their insolence,” Loki promised. “But first, an apology, and then, a gift.” 
He caressed your damp, hot cheek with a cool hand. “I should not have left you to your own devices as soon as I brought you here. It was thoughtless of me.”
“I don’t even know where in the palace I am, or where my rooms are!” you exclaimed. “They refused to show me anywhere. I got so lost…”
“...if you are ever lost again, know that I will always find you, princess, and that you will always be my equal in worth and splendor,” Loki vowed softly, laying a soft, quiet kiss across your lips that brought your heart rate to a hum. You got the feeling Loki’s kiss would always have this effect on you. “I am deeply sorry, please trust that I will never act so carelessly again.” 
You smiled in relief, knowing that in spite of what any Midgardian logic would tell you, your heart knew the earnestness in his promise. “My soul is yours, Prince Loki,” you whispered affectionately, batting your eyelashes with a coquettish air, one you knew he couldn’t resist.
He returned the look with one of his own, one with his signature mischievous twitch along the left corner of his lip, which always gave him away to you. “What?” you asked cautiously. 
“Your gift,” he said, backing away from you and taking your hands in his, guiding you out of the alcove and back into the open atrium. Once he placed you in the middle of the room, he stepped away to execute a show-off’s twirl, his open arms gleefully presenting the library to you. “All of this is yours, if you like it.” 
You didn’t know what to say, other than pointing around you and nodding. “This? Whole room?”
Loki grinned, the present clearly having the effect on you that he’d hoped for. “And every volume within! I know how you are such a fervent reader, dearest, and I thought you may want a special retreat outside of your chambers, so I took the--”
You stopped his train of thought with a kiss, littered intermittently with a hundred ‘thank yous.’ Loki chuckled at your enthusiastic approval and swept you across the marble floors. 
When you finally calmed down enough to take a deep breath and look around again, Loki took the opportunity to make a suggestion. “Shall I show you around, and how everything is arranged? The New York Public Library…um, shall we say…kindly donated these in the hours before the Midgardian Wars began in full,” he explained with a wink. 
“You stole from a library?” you asked with mock shock. 
Loki ran a finger over your smiling lip. “I stole for a library, princess. Now, where do you want to begin?”
You shook your head. Quickly going over to the nearest pile of books, reaching to your waist, you grabbed the first book, and without looking at the title, pressed it into your lover’s hands. “Read to me in front of the fire,” you asked. “All night.”
He looked at you quizzically. “You don't even know what this book is about?”
You beckoned Loki toward the alcove again. “I don’t care. I just want to hear your voice. Then I’ll know I am forever safe.” 
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worriedvision · 11 months
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A broken test tube - Baizhu 
Gender neutral reader, angst with a happy ending. The reader was previously in a relationship with Dottore, who was abusive, so if that is a topic that you don’t want to read please just skip this. As I said, this does have a happy ending for the reader and the title most likely gives away the story lol.
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“Darling, could you get the powdered Violetgrass for me?” Your boyfriend calls out to you, you nodding and going to his room to grab the requested ingredient. While you were rushing, you land up knocking over a test tube filled with what you knew was very important to Baizhu. 
You freeze up, staring at the now broken test tube along with it’s contents on the floor. Oh gosh, that was most likely going to stain the carpet, and not to mention how long he has been experimenting with this formula. Memories of your ex boyfriend going off his head when you dropped an important experiment, his hand even going out to hit you in his barrage of hurtful words. Him threatening to go as far as to kill not only you, but your entire family, if you were to do this again. While this sounded absolutely blown out of proportion, you knew him well enough that he would have no problems with taking your family and using them to his desire due to your actions. After that, you always hid the things you dropped, and he never blamed you for these things going missing. You learned to avoid him and do your best to hide the evidence - after a few days, he seemed to be over it. 
One of your friends stationed in Liyue had enough of you being alright with treading on eggshells with him. They staged for your death to be planned, working with both Doctor Baizhu and Director Hu to make it look as real as possible. When you were given your new identity, Baizhu took you in as a trainee pharmacist. 
He was always so gentle with you. He remembers the day you walked into his life - someone who needed help. Someone who needed to get out of a difficult situation,  difficult enough that your friend had to get you out of the situation. He was shocked you were still alive, and he knew from what little information he got from your friend that your ex-boyfriend was a very abusive man, someone that hurt you in many ways. He knew you were strong, and you were able to adapt to situations when a problem occurred. 
...So when he noted your lack of presence after going to get him that powdered violetgrass he requested, he did grow worried. Walking into the room, he witnesses you frantically looking for ways to cover up the dropped test tube. The fear he saw in your eyes broke his heart, he could see you were terrified at the prospect of him finding out about you nudging a test tube on accident. When you make eye contact, you freeze up and you babble out apologies while tearing up.
“Did you nudge this test tube?” Your boyfriend asks, you nodding as you close your eyes, expecting him to hit you for ruining a project. “I was going to dispose of this experiment anyway. I realised the formula created an entirely different result from my hypothesis. The only reason this is still here is because I wanted to see what the formula would do.”
...Huh?
“Honey, it was an accident.” Baizhu chuckles lightly before holding onto your shoulders. “If the experiment was vital, I would have put it in a much more reliable area than my general belongings.” He smiles, you slowly opening your eyes to see the warmth in your boyfriends eyes. 
“I didn’t mean to nudge it.” You whimper out, Baizhu caressing your cheek.
“I know you didn’t.” Baizhu replies, you finally starting to fully calm down. “That project was never going to be anything important regardless, however even if it was - I document my experiments. Yes, the time is gone, however my formulas and experiments are still on paper.” 
“But it stained your floor...” You pout, seeing the substance on the ground becoming one with the ground.
“I think it adds character to the room.” Baizhu smirks, pulling you in for a reassuring hug that said that he didn’t hate you at all for the accident. “I love you. If I was to harm you, I would have to ask Changsheng to bite me.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” Changsheng tuts.
“I wouldn’t dare harm you for an error on my part. No, I wouldn’t do that for any reason.” Baizhu sighs. “I don’t know much about your past, but the person I have fallen in love with is the person I know you are.”
You begin to tear up again, smiling this time, before pulling him in for another hug. 
“Say, I think we should have an early lunch.” Baizhu hums out, Changsheng giving him a nod of approval before you agree.
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w-m-heart · 6 months
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Flufftober Day 3: "You Love me?" "I Always Have"
Fandom: Daredevil Pairing: Daredevil x Detective!Reader Word Count: 2277 words Summary: You’re the lead detective on the team hunting down the vigilante known as Daredevil. You have no leads, until your boyfriend stumbles through your front door, half dead, and wearing that damn suit. 
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His face. You could never get over how peaceful he looked asleep. The way his eyebrows smoothed out, and the tense lines around his eyes disappeared. He looked like he had never been worried in his life. Like people weren’t trying to kill him on a daily basis. Like the bruises and cuts marring his beautiful face didn’t exist. 
Like you hadn’t peeled his half dead body out of his Daredevil suit the night before and spent every second since making sure he didn’t die. 
It made sense. Of course it did, but… 
You thought he was having an affair. 
To find out he was the city’s most loved and hated vigilante didn’t make it any better. No, it made you furious and sick to your stomach. You’d been sharing the same bed for weeks now and he hadn’t thought to share this giant secret about himself. He’d let you think all those bruises had come from accidents at work and from ‘just being blind’. Not from fighting mercenaries and killers.
You’d lost track of all the times ‘Daredevil’ had shown up in some newspaper or whispered about at the coffee stand. He was the most talked about man in the city, the man your bosses had tasked you with tracking down—and he was also your boyfriend. 
Clinking and a sudden intake of breath brought your attention back to your room. He was awake. 
You didn’t move as Matt tugged at the handcuffs chaining his wrist to the headboard. His eyes grew round with panic and then pain as he undoubtedly ripped apart some of the stitches you’d worked so hard on. Your heart ached, but you didn’t move to help him. If the articles were to be believed he’d faced far worse than this. 
You hardened your heart. Answers first. 
His head snapped around to you and something clicked in your mind. He stared right at you, like he’d heard the twinging of your heart. And there was something in his eyes that told you he knew it was you sitting across from him. 
But he’s blind! How can he—
You crossed one leg over the other and waited. Waited to see what excuses he’d scramble for. What lies he’d spew. 
“What happened?” he rasped instead, like he knew what you were waiting for. 
Your hands tightened, his mask creaked in your fist and his head turned to it. Again it confirmed the understanding forming in your mind. 
A similar understanding settled on his face. Matt pushed himself up against the pillows, wincing as the movement tugged at his injuries.
“You cleaned me up,” he said softly. “After I came home.” 
“After you fell through the door,” you corrected. “Bleeding and unconscious.”
Matt winced. “You were supposed to be out tonight.” 
You clenched your jaw, your nostrils flaring. “Clearly.” 
“Y/N—” He reached out for you, only to jolt back against the handcuffs and wince at the pain. 
You crossed your arms over your chest and leaned back, settling into silence once more. It was the only weapon you had left, the only thing to shield you from everything threatening to overwhelm you. 
Matt slumped back against the pillows, his face turned away from you. “I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he murmured. “For you to find out like this.” 
Your nails bit into your palms to keep from replying but silence was impossible. “Were you ever going to tell me?” 
He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. If he’d been slightly more aware of his actions last night, he would have collapsed somewhere else and then pretended to have fallen asleep at work when he eventually came home. 
Nausea swirled in your throat. He’d used that excuse before; that’s how you knew he would have used it this time. Just last month he’d ‘passed out’ amidst case files at the office, only for him to show up the next day with a cut across his eyebrow—the one he’d said came from walking into a door. 
You wet your lips, your mouth suddenly dry. “Foggy and Karen know, don’t they?”
He nodded and you looked away. Of course they did—they’d probably lied to you every time they made excuses for him. 
How had you not seen this earlier? You were a cop for gods’ sake! How had this man been able to lie to you so easily for all the months you’d known him? For all the weeks you’d been fucking!
Because you didn’t want to see the truth, a small voice inside you whispered. Because it was easier to see the mundane than to see that the vigilante you’ve been chasing for the past month is the man you’ve fallen in love with. 
“They wanted me to tell you. But I didn’t want to put you in danger.” 
You scoffed at that. Right, of course. “You just didn’t want me to catch you.” 
His voice was soft when he said, “I didn’t want you to have to choose between turning me in or lying for me.” 
You threw his mask at him, glaring at him as it bounced harmlessly off his chest. He didn’t even flinch and that just pissed you off even more. “Like that’s even a decision, you idiot!” Your eyes burned with tears. “How could you even think I would turn you in!”
Matt seemed to hesitate. “Because you’re leading the task force hunting me down.”
You rolled your eyes. “And I have made my stance on that very clear! Daredevil—you—have been doing a far better job at keeping the streets safe than we have in years. We’re understaffed ninety percent of the time, and if you’re not on some asshole’s payroll, you’re too exhausted from picking up everyone else’s slack! I’m only on that investigation to make sure you get a fair deal if you’re caught!” 
He seemed to freeze, and an odd look passed over his face like he’d never even considered what you were saying. “You’re…on my side.” 
How fucking dare he doubt that! 
“No.” You smiled sarcastically. “I’m secretly on the side of every capitalist asshole in this town who wants to chop your head off.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “If I wasn’t on your damn side, Matt, do you really think I’d have stayed awake the whole night making sure you didn’t die on me?”
Matt tipped his head back. “Then what’s with the police regulation handcuffs?”
“Because I’m still mad at you, you idiot!” You threw the nearest object—a pillow—at him. “You collapsed through the front door covered in blood and spandex! I thought I was being robbed!” You ran your fingers through your hair. “And then I thought someone had left me a weird-ass fucking present when I realised it was my target, only to have a fucking heart attack when I saw it was you!”
You stood up, chest heaving and breathing fast. “Do you have any idea what it was like to have to check the pulse of the man I love every hour to make sure he’s still alive? To have to peel off his superhero suit and spend the whole night keeping him from bleeding out?” You furiously swiped at the tears suddenly streaming down your cheeks. “My job is the last thing on my mind right now. But since I am still a cop, of course I fucking put handcuffs on you because I want answers before you run away!” 
You spun around to throw that last bit at him, only to freeze in place at the stunned look on his face. 
“You love me?” he whispered. 
Your heart stumbled. “That’s the part you focus on?”
He strained forward in his handcuffs, swallowing roughly. His chest heaved like he was out of breath at just the idea. “You’ve never said it before.” 
“I– you—” you stammered, lost for words as the conversation jumped to another track entirely. You shook your head and pointed at him. “No. Stop it. Don’t try and change the subject! You lied to me!” 
Matt closed his eyes, sobering a little. “I didn’t want to hurt you,” he whispered finally. “Even before you were on the task force, I didn’t want you worrying about me.” 
You stared at him in disbelief. “Are you fucking serious?” 
He swallowed. He genuinely seemed to believe not knowing equaled not worrying your ass off.
You threw your hands up. “You’d come home most days with bruises all over you! Do you really think telling me you got them from bumping into things made me feel better? I was constantly worried about you!” Almost every day you had worried about him walking around the city and getting injured or robbed. “Clearly I didn’t have to worry since you’re out fighting crime!”
You spun on him then, the curiosity burning too hot for you to be able to ignore. “And how do you do that? Huh?” You advanced on him, finger pointing until you were close enough to jab him in the chest. “Are you even blind?” 
“Yes,” Matt said softly, not moving away. “I am.” 
“But?”
Slowly his hand came up to hold yours. When you didn’t pull away, he wound your fingers together. “But I can hear how fast your heart is beating, and I can smell the blood in the washcloths you used to clean me earlier. It forms a…picture in my head of what is happening. So I do see…in a sense.”
“And what? You use that to fight crime?” You let out an exasperated breath. “If you’d just told me that, I wouldn’t have had to worry about you being mugged in a dark alley!”
Matt frowned a little, tilting his head. “You’d prefer me getting in fights than being mugged in an alley?” 
You gave him a pointed look. “I’ve seen you fight, Matt. I’ve seen Daredevil beating up an entire gang with guns and not even getting a scratch!” 
Had he really forgotten the time your team had ‘almost’ captured him a few weeks ago? You’d arrived in time to see Daredevil knock out four muscled thugs with a couple of flips. Sure, if you’d known that it was Matt rather than some random person, you would have been worried for him. But there was no way you would have been even half as worried as you had been thinking he was hopelessly clumsy. 
You have a hell of a lot of grovelling for that, Matthew Murdock. 
He managed to look chagrined at that. “Sorry.” When your eyes narrowed, he squeezed your hand. “I am, sweetheart. I should have known better than to hide the truth from you. I only made things worse.” 
For a moment you were mollified, but then you narrowed your eyes even more. “Are you just saying that to calm me down?” 
The corner of his lips twitched up. You grabbed the pillow and smacked him with it. With one hand still handcuffed to the rail, he reached out to grab it, only to hiss at the pain and so caught the pillow firmly in the face. You swore slightly, but considered it payback for the literally heart attack he’d given you earlier. 
He choked out a laugh, wincing only slightly at the pain. You lowered the pillow and said, “Tell me the truth.” 
“I love you.” 
You dropped the pillow, eyes suddenly burning and chest tight. “That’s not what I asked.” 
“I know.” 
You sucked in a shuddering breath. “You love me?” 
He reached for you with his free hand and entwined your fingers together. “I always have.” 
You sat down heavily beside him, now knowing how he’d felt when you’d said it. Every thought was banished from your brain but those words. I love you. I love you. I love you. 
Neither of you had said it before. And now you’ve both said it while he’s handcuffed to the bed and you haven’t slept. You swallowed thickly and leaned down to press your forehead to his. “Don’t do it again. Please.” 
You knew it was a cop out. The easy way out. He deserved to be reamed out for hours for pulling that shit on you, but in that moment you just wanted to curl up beside him on the bed. 
He loves me. 
Matt pulled back slightly. “I can’t.” You froze. “It’s who I am. I can’t stop being Daredevil anymore than you can stop being a detective.” 
“I meant keeping secrets from me.” 
“Oh.” 
You sighed. “I don’t care that you’re Daredevil. If you’d listened to me earlier,” you squeezed his hands to keep yourself from pillow slapping him again. “You would know how grateful I am for what you do. I accepted the position—as did many others—because I know how much you help the city. I just want you to be safe, Matt.” 
Matt licked his lips. “Yeah?” 
You leaned into the urge and lay down beside him. “I don’t want to change you any more than you would want to change me. Just because we’re in a relationship doesn’t mean we have to become different people. It means we need to trust each other and be honest. And work together. Seriously, if you had just come clean, I could have helped you.”
Matt curled his free arm over your stomach. “Are you saying I have a member of the police on my payroll?” 
You sniffed. “Like you could afford me.” 
He grinned, pressing his lips against your temple. “Then as a favour between allies, do you think you could uncuff me?”
“Not a chance.” You snorted. “Like I’m ever letting you run away.” 
Matt chuckled. “I love you too, sweetheart.” 
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Thanks @flufftober for the prompts! I didn't even realise I'd written this one until someone pointed it out to me haha
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fxntxsix · 2 years
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15 September, 1967 (Elvis Presley/Austin! Elvis x Pregnant!Reader)
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It is my duty to inform you that I actually hate this one and that's on me. Like in my head this whole situation is fucking adorable but that's being overpowered by my inability to put it into words so...I hate it. But it issss what it issss. Enjoy (or don't lmao I won't blame you).
P.S. - I personally imagine this with Austin! Elvis but you can imagine with the real Elvis Presley too
Feedback is appreciated but please be gentle lmao. Other than that let me know if I’ve made any grammatical errors or any of that. And my requests are always open!
Warnings: Pregnancy, labour, actual delivery of the child, pain for reader, swearing, low key death threat??, kinda fluffy ending (I think that's it but please let me know if I missed any!)
Words: 1510
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You were 35 and a half weeks pregnant and that meant that your little ‘bean’, as you had fondly started refering to the baby bump, was about to pop any day. As a result, you had been in a lot of discomfort for the last few days. Tonight, however, was particularly bad.
‘Bean’ had been relentlessly kicking your stomach for the last three hours and your abdomen and back were actually pulsating in pain. This is also why you had been pacing in front of the bed with your hands on your back, in an attempt to relieve the pain. It did not help.
You heard familiar footsteps coming up the stairs and into the bedroom, “Here baby, let me put this on your back and you should try to lie down.” Elvis had brought the hot pack that had become your best friend in the last nine months.
“E.P, is it ridiculous if I want to lie down on the floor for a while?” You had started breaking out into a sweat because of the pain.
“No baby, of course not, whatever makes you comfortable.”
He grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it onto the floor. Then, he gave you his hand so you could put all your weight on him while you kneeled down on the floor slowly. Once you were lying flat with just the pillow under your head, he slipped the hot pack under your body. You shut your eyes and let out a sigh of momentary relief.
He bent over to kiss your forehead, “Satnin, I’m just going to brush my teeth and I’ll be back in a minute.” He was already in his black silky nightsuit, ready for bed. While you wore some maternity pants and one of his shirts.
You could hear the water running in the bathroom because he had left the door to the en suite open, just in case you needed to call out to him. It hadn’t even been two minutes since he left when you felt a jab of excrutiating pain in your lower back. It was so bad that you lurched up into a sitting position. Suddenly, you felt it.
Warm liquid running down your thighs and you looked down with a level of panic you’ve never felt before. Instinctually you yelled, “E.P! Elvis!”
“Darling? What’s wrong?”
“I think my water just broke.”
“You what?!” 
You knew it was a rhetorical question because he was in front of you in a flash, already helping you up. This was it. It was finally happening and he couldn’t get the grin off his face. Then, he took in your expression of absolute fear and anxiety.
He cupped your face in both his hands, “Satnin, you gotta listen to me okay? We gon’ be just fine. There’s no need to panic. I’m going to be right next to you the entire time, you hear?”
You nodded because you believed him even though you felt like you were on the verge of tears. As quickly as possible, he helped you clean up and change into the loose long dress you had kept aside weeks ago for this. You saw him slipping on shoes but he was still in his night suit.
“Are you not going to change?”
“No baby, I know it’s going to be okay but I would just like to get to the hospital as soon as we can.” 
Yes, Elvis was excited beyond belief because he knew he was going to be a great daddy and you were going to be an even better momma, but, the tiniest speck of anxiousness seemed to creep in because he was a firm believer in having professionals around for this sort of thing and he sure as hell was not a delivery professional.
He carefully brought you down the stairs, picked up the hospital to-go bag and put you and the bag in one of his cars. He was sure he broke almost all traffic rules that night because he could see the pain getting worse. Although, the entire time he held your hand and tried his best to talk you through it.
By the time you were at the hospital’s entrance, you felt like you were going to burst. Your surpressed grunts were starting to turn into little yelps and the once dull ache started to feel like you were being stabbed by a searing hot iron rod.
Both of you pushed through the doors and Elvis loudly said, “Can we get some help here quickly?” He had alerted the nurses in the E.R. who rushed over with a clip boards and a wheelchair, which Elvis insisted on pushing while he answered the nurse’s questions.
About fifteen minutes later, you were situated on the appropriate bed, with your legs spread and a sheet covering them. Elvis was adorned in the mandatory scrubs and standing by your side, letting you squeeze his hand as hard as you wanted.
“The contractions are getting closer together so I think she’ll be ready to push in another 10-20 minutes,” the doctor informed both of you.
By now you were drenched in sweat and your hair was stuck to your forehead and cheeks because of your constant thrashing around. The tears had also started welling up in your eyes. The pain was so bad that everything was starting to annoy you - the high temperature of your body, everything being so sticky, the uncomfortable position, the inability to have any control over the process or your body. 
You could feel a very aggressive melt-down coming. Unfortunately, Elvis made the mistake of cooing what he thought were comforting words to you, “Hey pretty girl, I’m so proud of you. You’re doing so well, satnin.”
“ELVIS I SWEAR TO GOD! AAAHHH!!! I’m going to kill you!”
He cocked his head in confusion and looked at you like you had kicked a puppy. This only pissed you off more.
“How could you do this to me?! You have no fucking cLUE HOW MUCH THIS HURTS AAAH.”
The doctor, judging from your screams, decided to check the situation once more. So, she put her head under the sheet and came back up a second later to say, “Yep, I thought so. Alright sweetie, you’re going to have to push now.”
You pulled your upper body up, with Elvis’ hand on your back to support you, you pushed with everything you had in you, “AAAHHH!” The tears were now streaming down your face.
Elvis continued to provide his support, “Come on baby, push!”
“I am pushing!!! You wanna try, asshat?!!!”
Elvis was well aware that you didn’t mean anything you were currently saying and that it was just the intensity of the experience getting to you. On the contrary, he found your insults adorable and let out a little chuckle.
You continued pushing, except this time your hand shot up to his scrubs and you jerked him to you with such force that he let out a little “hmph” sound.
“You think this is funny Elvis??? I AM GOING TO STRANGLE YOU IN YOUR FUCKING SLEEP AND NO MORE SEX. AH. EVER. AAH. AGAIN. AAAHH!” Your last few words were cut off by screams and more pushes.
After another grueling hour and one last loud insult thrown at Elvis from you, you finally heard the sound you had been waiting to hear for nine months. It was the cry of a baby. 
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Baby’s Name: Evangeline Jean Presley
Date of birth: 15 September, 1967
Time of birth: 4:08AM
Physicalities: 6 pounds, 3 ounces, 19 inches
There she was, in your arms and you both knew that you had never felt love like this.
You were shifted out of the operation theatre into a private room and Evie, short for Evangeline, had been taken to get cleaned up and wrapped in a baby pink blanket. 
Elvis had waited with you, sitting on the bed so that you had your head on his chest, recovering from the delivery. The nurse had come in and given her to you to hold and once again, you were sobbing but for a very different reason.
“Hi Evie, hi baby,” you managed to say through your sobs. “Oh Lord, Elvis, we did this. We made an angel.”
Now he was sniffling and he kissed the top of your head, “Darling, that was all you. You’ve made me the happiest man alive. I love you, both of you, my girls.”
A beat of silence passed before you spoke up again, "I’m sorry for everything I said during the delivery. I didn’t mean any of it. Just the pain and everyt-.”
“Hush satnin, I know.” You both smiled before he asked, “But I just need you to confirm on that ‘no more sex’ thing because that might be a deal-breaker.” 
You burst out laughing, “Goddamn E.P., keep it in your pants in front of Evie at least.” Then you both went into silence again, just staring at the wonderful miracle that had come into your life.
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rickyschicky · 8 months
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🌌Void🌌
A Ricky x Fem!Reader (Angst/Fluff)
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Summary: You have been having an extremely hard time for a few weeks, but today was just the one day that topped them all... So Ricky had to step in before he lost you to yourself.
Warnings/Mentions: Depression, Drug usage (prescribed medications), self-deprecation, LOTS OF CRYING, Pet names (Squirt, Honey, Sweetie, Maomao, and Darling), very small amount of violence? 
Hello everyone! I finally have completed my very first ZB1 fanfic and have truly become an official writer of Zumblr! This work has a lot of my emotions or feelings into it and was very self-indulgent when thought of. As many of my previous followers may have noticed, I’ve changed my user to “rickyschicky.” Yes, I’m going to mainly be writing about ZB1 from now on, but no I’ll still write for other groups/idols. But they most likely will be my ult biases or Idols that have a special place in my heart. This fic is coming out a lot later than I originally wanted it to due to a lot of personal things happening in my life. Now that this is released, I’ll be working on a proper pin that has a proper about me, rules for the blog, rules for asks and even an anon list for those who wish to SECRETLY stick around! Im very excited to have my fresh start, so perceive me well, pretty please! Feedback is always appreciated, and if you see mistakes don’t be afraid to send me a DM!
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Cup. Pop. Gulp.
     This routine was normal for you, a dreaded ritual if anything. If you didn’t do this every morning and night, you know your life would be in shambles and unlivable. Curling into your favorite (F/C) blanket, you let out a sigh of emptiness as your feet mindlessly kick around in it. 
Managing depression, sucks.
     Mindlessly watching whatever was playing on the tv, the heart inside of your chest sunk deeper and deeper. Yet anything you put on couldn’t entertain you, not even rewatching your favorite shows. You can’t decide what’s worse; not remembering how many days it’s been since this started, not eating or hydrating enough, or the fact that you have shut all your friends out with your boyfriend being the very next one. You hear your best friend’s custom ringtone blare though your phone speakers at least twice a day, but you couldn’t help but sigh and say, “not today, (F/N)”. Everything from blaring sounds to the soft fabric currently on your fingertips felt like it was hardly there. Your body feels like over-used putty, numb and worn out from so much usage. It’s impossible though, it has felt like you haven’t moved from this spot in months. Who knows the actual time you even were here on the couch of you and your lover’s shared house.
     It’s pitiful how you couldn’t even jump from surprise when Ricky touches your head softly, “I’m home, squirt. I’m sorry I was out late, I wanted to finish getting a certain verse right.’ Only humming in response, you sit up and turn the tv down in an attempt to listen to him. By all means it wasn’t because you weren’t interested, it's far from that. It’s just hard to control your fuzzy mind and have it focus on something emotional at this moment in time. He didn’t like the lack-of response he received, gracefully walking over and sitting next to your cocooned form.
     “(Y/N), honey. Please look at me.” You tear your gaze from the random spot you decided to zone out on and look into his gentle, cat shaped eyes. They were full of concern and distress. You almost hated how he could easily read you like an open book just by the way you act or look. 
     “Sweetie don’t start crying, I am far from mad at you. I just want you to talk to me, tell me what you feel.” Ricky takes no time in using his large thumb to brush away the tears that unknowingly fell from your lash line. He lets his long arms wrap around your figure, pulling you into his comforting lap. 
     The first thought you could even think of through the numerous tears was ‘why am I like this?’. Feeling disgusted with yourself, you choke out a sob harder and limply lay your head on his shoulder. You take your medicine day and night as prescribed, so why are you still feeling like a hollow doll that’s incapable of nothing? Even in the love of your life’s arms, you couldn’t feel an ounce of happiness.
     Ricky sensed this, pulling your chin up and bringing you into a sweet and gentle kiss as he whispers soft praises of how strong you are. “Hey hey hey, don’t work yourself up too much (Y/N). We both know we will feel like shit, and I’ll call Hanbin to let him know I can’t come in to practice because you are just sooo sad.” He gives a cute pout, tickling your sides in mockery. Through your tears, you let out a huff that quickly turns into a squeal. You quickly throw your fists up and start lightly punching him in his wide shoulders and chest in an attempt to get his fingers away from your sensitive sides.
     “The last thing I need is for you yelled at by mother, Shen Ricky.” You scold, feeling a breath of life flow through your veins. It was hard to be upset when he acts silly or in this case: say something utterly stupid and cute. He chuckles, noticing how you were starting to change right before his eyes. He knew he had to continue before you slip back. 
     “Well, I can always bring you to practice?” 
     “Ricky, WakeOne literally won’t let me, even if you beg.”
     You sit in silence before just snorting at his antics. You shimmy out of the blanket and take care to put it around you and him, straddling his lap so you can lay your head on his collarbone right under his chin. Soon your body melts as you go limp once more. Ricky quickly accepted this new position by wrapping his arms around your lower back snugly, giving many annoying kisses to your temples and forehead. He felt you changing again and wanted to halt the process. Deciding this was too annoying right now, you attempt to pull the blanket above your head. Not liking this, your boyfriend quickly grabs the blanket with his teeth and starts tugging on it playfully, tickling your sides ferociously.  
     “What are you, a dog?” 
     “Actually, I’m a cat.”
     You don’t waste a second to jab your hand in his side, hearing him whimper for you to let up and be gentle. He sighs, giving up and letting you hide under the soft fabric, rocking your curled up form that was on his lap. After being together for a while, he knew your limits and when to stop. You just wanted someone to physically be there for you today, so that’s what he will do. Slowly moving the blanket off the top of your head, he gently clears his throat to sing for you in his mother tongue. You voiced to him before you loved hearing him sing so comfortably in his first language and even encouraged him to teach you a few songs in Chinese. 
     Not soon after you were about to pull the blanket over your head, you heard his deep, breathy voice fill your ears. Stopping your current action, you tuck your hair behind your ears so you could hear him clearly (even if you couldn’t understand a single thing coming from his lips), and let your head lay heavy on his shoulder. Sure, Ricky could be a total annoying brat when he wanted to be, but times like this are when you are the most thankful for him. You felt at one of your lowest points and instead of running or simply saying, ‘suck it up’, he stuck around and tried to learn how to take care of you and cheer you up. He took his time learning your needs, favorite activities and foods, and even points of his personality you enjoyed the most. You were his rose, freshly bloomed and bright red with an addicting scent. His romance, the one that made his heart fall in his stomach and bounce of his rib cage with a simple stare and gentle laugh. If he could, you would be carried everywhere in his pocket wherever he traveled. Ricky truly loved you, just for who you are.
     Not a second after he finished the song, you were wiping tears. You didn’t know what tears they really were at this point. You felt numb, but you at least felt something now compared to earlier. Sitting up carefully, you rub your raw puffy eyes to attempt to see him. Blinking rapidly, you saw he had a gentle smile on, your second favorite smile. Nothing could beat his largest, brightest smile he gives when he is bursting with happiness. Leaning over, you connect your sore lips with his thick, plush ones. Ricky’s chest rumbled smoothly under your hands that were propping you up, humming with the small show of affection. 
     “That’s my girl, so pretty even when she is the saddest soul on the planet.” He coos, large hands once again cupping your jaw tenderly. His eyes were sparkling, looking like the softest pieces of boba you have laid your own eyes on. Everything that exuded him at this moment spoke of love and truth. You lay your smaller hands ontop of his, enjoying the warmth of them. 
     “Maomao, let’s go to bed...I’m just really tired after today.” You confess, guilt laced in your voice. His thumb brushed your lip to hush you, smiling sweetly. 
     “There is nothing wrong with that, my darling. Let’s get some good rest and wake up to a new day. Together.” Your boyfriend promises, gently moving his hands to securely hold your thighs as he stands up and starts walking to your shared bedroom. He lays you down like royalty on the bed, swinging you in properly and tucks you in. By the time you were able to focus your eyes, he vanished from the room. 
     After a few minutes, you hear a familiar rattle come down the hallway as he slips in the room once again. He kneels by the bed a water in hand, and a yellow tinted bottle with a white cap on top. Sleepily, you grab the bottle and twist it open, smiling when you see the water bottle already opened and offered towards you.
Cup. Pop. Gulp.
         Managing depression, sucks.
                               But Ricky makes it suck a lot less. 
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Lie? || Rafe Cameron x pouge!reader/ JJ Maybank x pouge!reader
Summary:rafe tries to be a good boyfriend and be as honest as he can but sometimes his emotions get the best of him.
WARNINGS: swearing, toxic relationship, angst-fluff
Please request!
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You sat at home waiting for your boyfriend, Rafe, to get home(you were waiting at his house). You knew he had had a long day but that usually didn’t affect how he was towards you, so you weren’t worried. Eventually you heard the door open and close, but no hello, or anything really. Strange. You thought pulling a confused face. Hearing footsteps go upstairs you follow suit and they led you to his bedroom. Quietly, you opened the door, slipped in, and closed it again. Rafe was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands looking pissed.
“Rafe?” You called, grabbing his attention. He looked up at you and you thought you saw his face relaxed for a second before it tensed back up and he glared at you.
“What” he spat. Venom in his voice. The hatred in his voice hurt but confused you more than anything.
“What’s wrong?” You ask being patient with him, knowing his short temper. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and opens instagram.
“Look at this shit! Why’d you post a pic of us together!? Huh?’ He raised his voice. “Now people think I fuck around with a pouge!” He screamed waving his hands around. Tears formed in your eyes, you had kept your relationship secret other than to the Cameron’s. You didn’t know why though.
“What do you mean Rafe? Do you not want people to see me with you?” You asked choking back a sob. He looked at you like you had said the dumbest things in the world.
“Is this one of them times when you want me to lie to protect your delicate emotions?” He rolled his eyes and you shook your head. “We’ll of course I don’t want people to see us together! I don’t even love you! I was just fucking around!” He shouted like it was the most obvious thing ever. You let your tears spill and began to cry full on.
“Fuck you rafe” you cry, grabbing all your stuff that you could find and putting them into a bag whilst he watched. He smirked like he had won some kind on game. And you left, a sobbing mess, but never looking back. Although part of you wanted to, you knew it wouldn’t help and that he didn’t want you anymore.
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You ended up at the château crying to all the pouges, they comforted you but jj had to say ,I told you so, obviously.
“I told you he was a prick” jj said in a “told you” voice. You just sobbed harder.
“JJ!” Kie warned. “You are not helping, now go and get me some tissue” she ordered.
“Yes ma’am” jj said, standing to attention and saluting before going to get the tissues.
“What an idiot” she jokes making you laugh.
“I know right?” You joke back calming down. You look down to your hands and she puts her hand on your shoulder. “I should have known I couldn’t fix him.” You sigh, looking into space dully. Kie looks at you sympathetically. “Why do I always try to fix people who don’t want to be fixed?” You ask looking back down and the into her eyes. She sighs and puts her hands on your shoulders making you turn to face her fully. JJ then came back and saw that Kie was going to speak so he just put the tissue next to you muttering a “here” quickly and kissing your cheek, making you blush slightly but brushed it off as a friendly action.
“Look, you just have too big of a heart, you can’t let other people suffer, you have to try and help ‘em.” She stops for a second, smiling, and you copied her action. “Remember when you found out about jj’s dad?” She questions your memory, you nod remembering that you was the first to find out after you witnessed an i cede t in his backyard when you went to see him. “As soon as you saw what was happening, you jumped in front of jj as fast as you could, just before Luke was about to hit and he punched you in the jaw. From what jj said, you didn’t even flinch you just punched back and pushed him over, then grabbed jjs hand and pulled him away and you both ran away from the house. He described it as if you had just immediately shut down any thought other than getting him out of harms way.” She spoke proudly then her tone changed “you have such a big heart that you put others before yourself and people that advantage of that. Thats why you always end up hurt.” She finished her whole speech then hugged you whispering, “you need to think about yourself too, pick someone you will look after you too” and she let go.
“She right ya’know” jj’s voice surprised you and you turned to face him. “You should pick someone that will look after you as well.” He speaks honestly.
“I know” you said softly. The only other person that you remember liking is jj but you know he’d never like you so you pushed that thought away. You couldn’t get into a relationship again yet anyways. It was too early and this time you were to broken. “But maybe I’ll wait a while, I think” you stopped, thinking if it was safe to let them know how you really feel. “I think I’m too broken myself, I’ll need to wait till someone wants to fix me as much as I do them.” You look between them and they both nod.
“I want to fix you.” Jj pipes up, his words shocking you. “I love you, I have for a few years now.” He confesses. “But I know it’s too quick so I’ll wait. Take as long as you need” you stand up and wrap your arms around him.
“I love you too, thank you for giving me time” you whisper as he kisses your head.
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punkharryp0tt3r · 5 months
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The Black Brothers
(I’m writing fluff of them because I can’t find any. Oh and of course there will be angst, but angst with a good ending. Lots of comfort💗)
Regulus listened to the pouring rain that hit the windows of the tower. How the fuck did he get himself into this? Sirius was an asshole, he had abandoned Regulus, when he made friends with potter that is, right…? But now he was laying down in Sirius’ cozy Gryffindor bed, with a heating charm over him. Sirius silently putting homework in his bag, after giving up trying to do it. They weren’t saying a word to each other, Sirius occasionally muttering to himself. Sirius had said he had wanted to talk to him about something important, that’s why he had searched for Regulus, he had found him, in the bloody lake! Regulus had felt a sort of stability, not because of the water, but because he was alone. Well, until Sirius came. Sirius had found him and said he had wanted to talk with him, Regulus snapped at him. Sirius convinced Regulus to come out of the water, as he did so, Sirius took his cloak off, putting his own Gryffindor cloak on him. Since his cloak was soaking wet from the water, not to mention his entire uniform.
Because of how the cold was effecting him, Regulus had lost balance, his knees buckling, Sirius caught him, and even though Regulus tried to resist, Sirius had picked him up and settled him into his arms like a child. Like how it used to be… Sirius had refused to leave Regulus alone, he was confused. Regulus and Sirius weren’t close friendly brothers anymore, and he thought Sirius hated him, but he was second guessing now. Because Sirius had given him clean warm clothes, a bed, warmth, food, water, he had gave him hospitality and shelter when he had denied it.
Regulus needed to get better, apparently the coldness of the lake was quite dangerous, it had really affected Regulus. And Sirius just willingly took him in…why? Did he still- well..- care….? Regulus had been snapped out of his thoughts when he felt Sirius pull his blanket down slightly. He lightly shivered, even while being under a heating charm. Regulus locked eyes with Sirius. “Why…are you doing this..?” Sirius went back to doing whatever he was doing, probably examining his body for anything he would have to worry about. “Doing what?” Regulus let out a deep breath, when he spoke he didn’t expect his voice to be broken and wet with sadness, tears he didn’t know he was holding falling down his face. “Why….why..are you taking care of me…you hate me, so why.” Sirius stopped examining Regulus’ body, instead looking at him. “Tell me why, I would hate you, Reggie. Why would you ever think I hated you.?” Regulus let out another shaky breath, before going on about all the reasons why he would hate him, why he SHOULD hate him.. “Regulus, I would never hate you, I need you to understand that, alright? I’m sorry for…everything. Everything I’ve done, I’m a horrible brother….I’m so sorry, Reg..” Sirius was sitting on the bed now, crying as well. “I’m sorry for not paying any attention to you, making you feel like the second choice, never being even a decent human being towards you…” Sirius shook with sobs, Regulus was staring wide eyed at his brother, crying as well. He rarely saw his brother vulnerable, he always put on the strongest brightest face. Sirius seemed to choke on his sobs. “Fuck, I’m SO sorry, Regulus..” In one quick motion, Regulus embraced his brother, crying into his shoulder. “Stop it..” he had barely managed to mutter that out..
It was not even twenty minutes later, when the rest of the marauders had rushed back into the Gryffindor boy dorms, very concerned by why there best friend hadn’t been at dinner. Only to find him, fast asleep in his bed, cuddling- wait..his brother? Everyone thought they hated each other…But they didn’t do or say anything about it, just got ready for bed like usual, and fell asleep. Sirius peeked his eyes open after a bit, he almost thought his little brother would be gone when he opened his eyes, but he was still there, in his arms, head buried in his chest. He was so indescribably happy to have his little brother back. He started humming, humming a song only him and Regulus knew. And eventually, he fell asleep again, and apparently Regulus did too, even if Sirius hadn’t known he was awake at all.
I hope this wasn’t a waste of your time, I know it’s badly written, please just give me a break about it, I’ll try to get better at writing💗 I’ll try to write something more detailed and less cringe soon🫶
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Can I request an Aaron Hotchner x autistic!daughter young adult ideally but any age. Or even she’s on the team and he’s a father figure to her because her own is so ableist. My dad is so ableist and I have so much autistic trauma from him even though my autism is from him too. He thinks that gives him even more rights to say whatever he wants to me and bully me even more. I just need to know what it feels like to have a good dad who cares about my autism. Who cares about me ❤️❤️
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Aaron Hotchner x Autistic! Young adult reader
Of course I can, I'm sorry you have to deal with that, my parents have trouble understanding my Autism as well but they are getting better. I will write this for you!
Summary: Y/Ns ableist Dad comes to the BAU and starts being an Ableist arsehole to his daughter, her father figure (Hotch) steps in and saves her.
Third Person pov...
It had been 3 years since Y/N L/N joined the BAU, she was 21 when she joined and instantly became the baby of the team and Hotch became her Dad, Y/N is autistic and has sensory issues.
Ever since she was little her father was ablest and would bully her and verbally abuse her saying how her being Autistic meant something was wrong with her and that she needed fixing, the man caused her to have so many meltdowns and sensory overloads that it made others concerned her teachers as school.
He was later arrested for child abuse and was sent to prison, Y/N was then left with her neighbours who were a nice loving family and always liked her but hated her dad and were glad she got away from him after suffering for years, her Mum was out of the picture.
The young girl had so much trauma from her childhood when she joined the BAU that Hotch became her father figure, their relationship helped mend Y/Ns trauma from her bio dad and she was able to live comfortably knowing he wasnt in her life anymore, she was treated with respect and was always told that her autism wasn't a bad thing.
From being with Penelope and Spencer (who are also Autistic) her relationship with her Autism was mended and she was able to be herself, while with her dad she could stim or doing anything 'autistic' but with her new found family she was free to stim and had all her accomedations, if anyone disrespected her or called her weird they would have to deal with an angry Hotch and the rest of the team.
It was a normal day for the team, they weren’t on a case and for once they all got to relax and fill out paperwork, well aside from Hotch and Spencer no one was doing any paperwork, Derek and Emily were sat giggling loudly like children as they kept throwing rolled up pieces of paper at their second youngest member.
The laughter increased as they kept hitting their mark, Spencers head, the genius was none the wiser as a pile of paper was forming around him at their many failed attempts. From the side JJ and Penelope sit and watch as Spencer doesn't realise, opposite the genius sat Y/N she was busy spinning in her chair with her headphones on and watching the scene play out.
She had the perfect poker face for when a paper ball hit Spencer's head, as the children in the bull pen play the two adults Hotch and Rossi where actually getting work done, , well Hotch was at least the Italian was drinking and watching the kids outside keeping an eye on them as someone responsible needed too.
As Y/N continued to spin around her in chair she didn’t hear the heavy footsteps off someone walking up behind her, the H/C woman was suddenly yanked off her chair and onto the hard floor by a man, in the process of being manhandled her headphones when flying off her head.
“What did I tall ya about doing that Girl!” exclaimed a voice that haunted her nightmares, gasping in terror Y/N stared frozen at her Father who was suppose to be in prison, the large man had a sickening grin on his face as he saw the terror in his daughter eyes.
“Yes its me!” he laughed that horrible laugh that had Y/N holding her hands overs her ears, the 21 year old was still frozen on the floor while the others were staring at the scene before them guns raised, by this time Hotch and Rossi had heard what happened and were out of their offices.
“bu-but your supposed to be in jail!” exclaimed Y/N finally finding her voice stuttering, the man looked down at her crumpled form, he then grabbed the front of her blouse pulling his daughter close. “they let me out for good behaviour, did ya miss me!” he semi whispered as Y/Ns face grew a sickening pale white, she scrambled to get away but the man wouldn’t let go instead he raised his hand and slapped her.
Y/N cried out in pain. “you really didn’t think I could be held for long did ya you retard! You really are still a fucked in the head as you were years ago” yelled the man, Hotch had had enough, he rain down thw ramp arms raised, gun in his hands. “Get your hands on hr now, you do realise you just assaulted a federal agent” growled out Hotch as the man teared his eyes away from the shivering form of his daughter.
He spat at Hotch. “your not her father I am, this waste of space in am Agent HA!”!” he laughed again and kicked Y/N hard in the ribs, Penelope gasps tears in her eyes as she witnesses her friend get beaten. Y/N holds in her cries of pain and raises her head from the floor glaring at the man.
“your not my dad you never have been!” she cried tears rolling down her face, the sadistic man smirked at the tears rolling down his daughters face, the sight reminding off when she was a kid and he would verbally abuse her, he had never hit her before now, it felt good.
Her words made him angry. “I am your father retard, though I hate to admit it you share my blood, your as stupid as I remember crying on the floor like the child you are to stupid to do what I say” he goes on on berating Y/N and saying how stupid she was once again verbally abusing her, as he went on his rant Y/N managed to stand up.
She was then pulled behind Hotch, his finger close to pulling the trigger. “you Bastard, you shut the fuck up now, you have crossed the line now get out of my building and away from my Daughter before I pump your body full of bullets!” yelled Hotch threw clenched teeth, he was so close to pulling the trigger instead he stormed up so he was chest to chest with the man and pulled back his fist.
When he lets go his right hand connected with the nose he was satisfied to feel it shatter, a smirk on his face before gesturing to a couple of agents. “now don’t ever come back or I will kill you” Hotches hand was burning but he felt satisfied when Y/Ns Dad freeze before he tsked and stormed out not before calling Y/N the R slur before he was detained by two agents ans forced into handcuffs.
Hotch crossed his arms before turning around to hug Y/N was had collapsed, the stress from her dad coming in draining her, she was then sat at her desk with Hotch hovering around her looking at her injuries, E/C eyes locked on his brown ones.
“Im your daughter” she whispers hoarsely, this made Hotch smile and run his hand through her hair. “of course, you are sweetie” he smiled softly kissing her forehead still smiling when she smiles back.
The end!!
Hoped you liked this oneshot so sorry for the wait! As usual sorry for the grammar and spelling mistake!
Requests are open!
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corneliathegreat · 5 months
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Stomach's n life presents: 🍭Halloween candy overload!🍬
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• "We got a pretty good haul this year."
• Hayden chortled, while turning the doorknob. His bucket is heavy with candy. His best girl, Marie, gave a sleepy grunt of acknowledgement. The blonde snickered. If they were teens, he would've been dragging her to a Halloween party. They are SO old now. (He's 24, she's 22.)
• "I'm gonna take a shower, babe."
• Marie yawned. She couldn't wait to get this costume. Her old baseball uniform was squeezing her all night! Hayden grabbed onto her arm.
• "Wait, wait,"
• He whipped out his phone.
• "Lemme take a picture!"
• Before she knew it, she was laid down on the couch. Her cheeks burned like crazy. What the-
• "Now hold still..."
• Her boyfriend snickered, holding up the camera. Hold still!? She sat back up.
• "What do you wanna picture for?"
• He blinked.
• "To remember how sexy you looked tonight."
• And just like that, she was back on the couch. Posing, this time. What could she do, he's the master at charming her. After a few more pictures, Marie finally was able to go to the shower. Meanwhile, Hayden looked over their loot. And strangely, most of his girlfriend's was gone!
• "Did she get started before the trade!?"
• Sure enough, she did. Everytime they stopped somewhere, the brunette had some type of candy in her mouth. He sighed. Darn, that crazy girl. How is supposed to get in on her spoils if she already ate them? But, it is Marie's candy. She can eat whenever she wants to.
• Hayden chuckled to himself and undid his tie. Being the groom of a star baseball player was fun tonight. Hopefully next time, Seal won't ditch him for some halloween party.
• Marie emerged from the steaming bathroom. Now in a long gray shirt with pajama pants.
• "You set the movie up, Hayday?"
• She called from the hallway. He has, but he also hooked it up with a little something extra. Pumpkin candles and caramel popcorn!
• (Learned the recipe from his mom.)
• Along with their favorite cuddly blanket too. Haha, the place is perfectly cozy now.
• "Movies all set, Maritime!"
• Hayden hopped on the couch. He's giddy waiting to see her reaction. Slowly, his beloved enters the livingroom. Her mouth immediately falls open. Her blondie scooped her up in the blanket.
• "Like it?"
• She snickered and tried not to laugh.
• "Yeah, it's perfect."
• Tonight's movies were Tom burton's. All three! And the couple's currently watching Frankenweiner dog. Hayden, who's a bit of a chicken, was cuddled in Marie's chest. Only wanting to listen to the film.
• (It's totally not because Marie's heartbeat is soothing and she's his rock.)
• Marie's brave as hell.
• He thought himself. He couldn't believe this was a kid's movie! But... with his girlfriend tangling her fingers in his hair and silently watching, he can get through this.
• Maybe even fall asleep...
• Grrrgg...
• Hayden's eyes snapped open. Was that his gut? ...Is the popcorn sitting right!? A stomach ache would totally ruin the moment-
• Rrrrrrrlll...Grrg...!
• Wait a minute. He looked up at Marie. She seemed like her normal hot and cold self but...Aha! Her eyebrows are slightly scrunched! Although... why's her stomach tripping out? He ducked back down when she started to look over. She can't knows he awake yet! Blissfully unaware of his consciousness, she turns back to the movie. Not too happy, though.
• Rrrrmbbb...rrrgglll
• The brunette sighed, feeling frustrated.
• "What was I thinking earlier?"
• Hayden listened in closely. And tried not to laugh at the rumbling stomach under his chest. (It kinda tickles.)
• "I'm not six anymore, I shouldn't be getting stomach aches from too much candy."
• So that's the problem. She adorably ate too much candy...that sounds like something he would do. Her stomach continued to complain. Almost like it was asking her, what was she thinking. Hehe, that's hella cute.
• GrrRRRgg...!
• The grumbles are starting to sound aggressive. What's stopping her from getting some Pepto? Wait, it's because he's laying on her! If showing that he was never asleep helps his girlfriend, he'll gladly take the fall!
• "Crap..."
• Grruuurgglll...!
• She mumbled. Her guts are in knots! Hayden raised up, definitely startling her. He smiled like the Cheshire cat.
• "Stomach ache, babe?"
• What? You didn't think he wouldn't poke a little fun, did you? She frowned.
• "I'm fine."
• Please. Her stomach hasn't stopped grumbling in a little minute. It's literally holding it's growly notes.
• Ruurrrr...!
• "Your stomach's playing a different tune, Babe."
• Literally. Marie groaned and covered her face. The blonde chuckled. She always gets shy when she needs help. He pulled her hands away.
• "How can I help?"
• He asked softly. You gotta be sweet to beautiful animals backed into a corner. Otherwise, they'll attack and run off. She puffs out her lip.
• "Can boil the mint tea?"
• She muttered. Mint tea? Oh yeah, the thing that saved him from his cake induced stomach ache! Hayden kissed her nose.
• "I'll done in a jiff."
• Grrrrurrgg~!
• "And maybe give you a belly rub."
• Marie's heart sped up. She did not want nor need a belly rub. She's not a baby. And It'd be way too embarrassing.
• "I'll pass on the rub, Hayden."
• "No you won't!"
• He called from the kitchen. Marie pouted. Dammit. He's right.
• The blonde sat back down on the couch, cackling. He draped their cuddly blanket on his lap. He opened his arms up wide.
• "Okay, I'm ready."
• He said with a huge smile. Marie looked down at her cup but still walked over. Slowly, Hayden picked her and placed her on his legs. She twitched. Darn it, why is she nervous? She's been his lap before. No, she's not nervous about the that, she's worried about his hands. Hayden snickered in her ear.
• "You're adorable like this."
• The brunette sighed, hoping to sound irritated. Can he just hurry and stop teasing her? Her stomach still hurts, y'know. But... She leaned back into him.
• "I love you, Hayday."
• Hayden was shocked. She's finally done fighting? She'll let him take care of her? He snickered and laid down, making his girlfriend drop her cup. (Luckily, she already finished her healing beverage.)
• "Yay!"
• He laughed. He kissed her black locks.
• "I love you too, Marie."
• She sighed, feeling content. It's good to have a boyfriend.
• Grrrrggglll~!
• "Hey, are you gonna rub my stomach or what?"
• Hayden jumped at her sudden outburst and got to work. And to think, she was just complaining about this. Marie leaned down and grabbed the remote.
• "Wanna watch the Corpse Groom?"
• "No way! Let's watch the Walnuts or Scarily."
• His girlfriend snorted. She forgot Hayden was a light weight when it came to scary movies. Although, she didn't know Tom burton films scared him too. But, she's nice. If he doesn't wanna be scared, that's fine. He is cuddling her, it's the least she can do.
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• First season fic completed🎃
• Did you catch all the references?
• Credit to @dearmouse, I love this divider!
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You belong to another world S.J
Scarlett Johansson x Reader
Summary: After a drunken night, R breaks up with Scarlett
Your POV Scarlett and I have been dating for about 3 years now. Things are going well but I am starting to feel I’m not good enough for her. Scarlett is an A-list actress and gets all the attention while I am just an office staff who works 9 to 5. I can’t afford the things she likes. I also don’t know what she sees in me. How can I dare to stand next to her? She deserves someone better than me. Someone who is worthy. 
My friend sent me home from the club and I am struggling to open the door with my keys. But before I managed to slot the keys in, someone opened the door for me. 
“Babe! I came back from work and you’re not here.” Scarlett hugged me and I didn’t return it. “Babe, are you okay? Are you drunk?” Scarlett noticed I was acting differently. 
Fuck it. 
“Let’s break up.” 
“What?” Scarlett lets go of me. “You’re joking right?” I can hear her voice shake. 
I feel bad but it had to be done. “I’m not. I’m serious.” I turned away from her and walked back to my house. It breaks my heart to see her break down. Perhaps somewhere in my brain I still had my reservations, that’s why I kept my house vacant. So that I always have a place to run back. Such a coward. 
Scarlett POV What just happened? Did I do something? Did she just leave? Why did she want to break up all of a sudden?
I was left standing there in shock as I watched her getting further and further away. I was so happy a moment ago and now it came crashing down. I dropped to my knees and as her back left my sight, realization started to set in that she was not coming back. Tears started falling down my face as I screamed in agony. Was these 3 years for nothing? 
The next day, I still had filming to be done so I picked myself up from bed and dragged my feet to set. It was a tough day on set since I couldn’t get into the mood. The schedules got delayed and things got pushed back because of me.  I feel bad but I’m not in the mood to do anything. My mind kept drifting to Y/N.
“Scarlett, are you okay? You seemed out of place today.” Chris (Evans) came to check on me during the break.
“Yup. Just tired.” I replied.
“Tired? Didn’t you go back early yesterday?”
“I stayed up late.” It wasn’t a lie. I couldn’t sleep after Y/N left. Even though when I travelled overseas and had to sleep without Y/N I was fine. It was different sleeping in a room that was filled with so many memories with her but without her presence. 
“The director is calling for us, let’s go.” 
After the shoot I decided to find Y/N, I wasn’t going to allow her to end things without an explanation. I went to her office but they told me she didn’t go to work today. I headed to the only other place I knew where she could be. I knocked on her door but there was no answer. I took the spare key and entered her house.
“Y/N?” No reply. I walked over to the kitchen and saw all the empty bottles of alcohol on the table and floor. Did she drink all of this in a day? I walked further in and saw her lying on the floor. 
“Oh my god! Y/N!” I got to my knees and shook her. She was pale and cold to the touch and unconscious. I picked her up and drove her to the hospital. Ugh, why did she have to drink so much alcohol? 
As soon as I arrived, the doctor took her and did a series of checks. After about half an hour, they finally came out to explain the situation.
“She had a mild onset of alcohol poisoning. Thank goodness you brought her in early. After flushing out the alcohol with some IV drip she should wake up no problem.” The doctor explained.
“Thank you so much.” I rushed into the room and saw her lying on the hospital bed. Her skin was so dry from the alcohol and I could even see the scratches on her arms. I don’t understand, she was the one who broke things up, why was she in this state?
Your POV I felt like someone was hammering a nail on my head as I woke up. The blinding light was not helping at all. I tried to speak but my voice was so hoarse due to my dry throat. Suddenly a glass of water came to my view and I turned around to look at the person, Scarlett?
“Scarlett?” I took the glass of water from her. “You were unconscious in your house.” 
I’m not going to lie, it’s nice seeing her again. But I remembered what I did. I broke up with her. “What are you doing here?”
“Why did you break up with me? I need a reason.”
“I don’t love you anymore. Simple as that.” I gave her an answer very easily.
“Then you have to give me back something you took from me.” I don’t understand what she means. What do I have that she wants? It’s more probable that I get things back from her since I was staying in her house. I don’t think that I have anything that is hers.
“You meant like the necklace and such? They should be in your house.”
“I meant my heart.” 
“Scarlett…” I sighed. 
“Why? Why? I don’t understand why you would break things up. I don’t believe you don’t love me anymore. It can’t just happen suddenly.” She stood up and started pacing the room.
“It didn’t. You and I aren’t meant to be together. You belong to another world. You belong to the world of light. I can’t give you the things you want. I can’t give you things you like. It would be boring with me… You should find someone who can give you everything.” I told her the truth.
“But you are what I want. You’re priceless. No amount of money can buy you. You make me happy, not the others. You don’t have to get me anything. I just want you.” Scarlett said very quickly. 
“YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW SCARY IT WAS WHEN YOU LEFT ME ALONE. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW SCARY IT WAS TO SEE YOU LYING DOWN UNCONSCIOUS.” She took a deep breath. “I thought I was going to lose you...” She let out a couple of tears.
“I’m sorry...” 
“Please don’t do this again. I love you too much to lose you.” I nodded. “Let’s go home shall we?” I nodded again. 
We got home with me using a wheelchair because I was still too weak to move around too much. As soon as Scarlett set me in the living room, she went to get me a glass of water to hydrate me. When she came back, she saw me with tears streaming down my face. “Y/N! Are you okay?” 
I looked up at her. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” I shook my head. 
Scarlett pulled me closer to her into a hug. “You’re here. You’re here. No one is leaving.” 
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