#nancy drew x reader

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Cozied Up In A Christmas Blizzard

Credit to @lomapack for gif

Nancy Drew x Plus Size Reader

Warning(s): Eating food?

Word Count: 826

Summary: Spending Christmas with your girlfriend Nancy inside cozied up, while outside a blizzard roars

You were currently rushing up the steps of your dear girlfriend's house in a practically full on blizzard with two gifts in your arms, you were holding them tightly, scared they were about to slip right out of your hands.

You knocked on the front door with your free hand, your fingers felt like they were about to fall off from the cold even with gloves.

You heard rushing footsteps and then the door swung open Nancy standing there.

"Y/n! Come in come in!" She hurried you into the warm comfy house away from the grubby hands of the cold and slammed the door behind you both.

She dragged you to the couch, taking the gifts from you and setting them on the coffee table.

Your teeth were slightly chattering.

"Hii, Merry Christmas!"

"Hii, Merry Christmas! Are you okay? Your teeth are literally chattering!" Nancy said, worried.

"Yeah, I'm alright!"

"Come here." She said, holding her arms out, she wrapped you up in a hug as you leaned onto her, wrapping your arms around her waist.

"You're literally frozen!"

"Let me go make us some hot chocolate to warm you up!" She said, about to rush to the kitchen.

"Wait, can we open our Christmas Eve gifts now before we get comfy?"

"Yeah! Just don't freeze on me!" She said, with a worrying warning.

"Okay!" You said, softly smiling.

"Here you go!" You said, smugishly, handing her gift to her.

"Thank you!" She said, grabbing it.

She opened her gift as you opened yours, revealing

matching pajamas with celestial and Christmasy prints on them.

"Aww, I love them! And they're matching with yours, beyond adorable!" She said, her eyes seemed like they were turning into hearts like a cartoon character.

"You're welcome! I'm glad you love them!" You said, smiling big.

She threw her arms around you in cherishment.

"You're the best!" She said,

"Aww thank you! You're the best too!" You said, smiling, feeling giddy.

She grabbed your hand.

"Let's go change and comfy movie night begins!" She said, dragging you to her room so you both could change.

You both changed into your pajamas, they even had pockets in the pants, coziness taking over you, you had already started to unfreeze.

"You look gorgeous!" Nancy said, putting her hands on your round cheeks, and kissed your forehead.

"You look gorgeous too!" You said, softly smiling.

She moved her hands from your cheeks and slung her arm around you.

"Ready for the ultimate comfy movie night?"

"Yes! Beyond ready!"

"Yeah! I'll get the Hot chocolate and popcorn! Can you pick out our first movie?"

"Of course!" You said.

You both split ways, you continued on your way to the living room and Nancy went to the kitchen.

You already picked out a movie in your head so it only took a second to put it on, you turned your attention to the roaring blizzard outside out the window.

The sky was a gloomy white, frosty fog all around absorbing everything in it.

Everything was so empty but not, no people but piled with snow, cars, decorations, and lights.

"Ze comfy snacks are ready!" Nancy said in a fake Italian accent. Setting a tray with both of yours favorite candies, a container with snowflakes on them filled with popcorn and M&M's, and two mugs of hot chocolates.

"Awesome!" You said, smiling at her, then your eyes wandered back to the snowy window.

"Whatcha looking at?" She asked as she sat beside you.

"It literally looks like Krampus is about to jump out, out there! So snowy and foggy and spooky!" You said, goosebumps going up your arm

"It's a literal blizzard out there!" You said.

"Gosh, I hope not I wanna relax around Christmas."

I'll protect you though! I'm Nancy Drew!" She said, laughing, wrapping you up in her arms.

"Thank you, Nancy Drew!" You said, smiling, turning cozying up in her arms / cozying up against her.

"Of course! So what movie did you pick?" She asked, grabbing the popcorn.

"(Your favorite Christmas movie)" You said, smiling, grabbing some popcorn and eating it.

You grabbed your mug of hot chocolate as the movie started.

~

You were now in the middle of the movie, your mugs of hot chocolate drank up, your body now warm and cozy.

Your eyes wandered to Nancy who you were cuddled up with, She looked back at you.

“How are you feeling now?

“Perfectly cozy!” You said, your head resting on her chest

“I love you!” You said, sitting up a little and turning towards her

“I love you too!” She said, putting her hands on your cheeks.

She kisses you, her lips meeting yours, her lips soft as snowflake, a soft loving feeling going through you both, like a toasty fire on a frosty night.

You both pulled apart from the kiss.

“Merry Christmas love!” Nancy said, softly smiling.

“Merry Christmas Nancy!” You said as she kissed on your forehead.

Note(s): I hope you guys like this fanfic!! Merry belated Christmas and happy New Year's Eve!!

Taglist: @rose-and-thorn-fanfics

[hurtcomfortficstilltheend]

When a Counterspell Backfires, Part 1.

Nancy Drew x gn! Reader

Summary: After not taking it seriously for some time, breaking the curse Temperance casted on you and Nancy proves harder than expected.

Warnings: angst, deteriorated health mention, passing out.

Word Count: 1.3k

“Nancy! Guess what I found?” you called, in a singsong manner.

“My car keys?” The redhead turned around to look at you from her place at her desk. 

“Well, of course, but also something else…” You shook the keychain in your right hand, but kept the other behind your back. Nancy raised her eyebrows expectantly and a half smile appeared on her face. “The map of the forbidden catacombs! With the entrance spot and everything.”

“No, you didn’t!” Nancy jumped from her chair and, in mere milliseconds, stood in front of you to engulf you on a rib-breaking hug. She was beaming, just like every time something went well on an investigation.

You wrapped your arms around her as best as you could with the items on your hands, being extra careful to not tear the ancient piece of paper. “Yes I did! Don’t ask me how though, I don’t think you wanna know.”

“Ha, ha, you are soooo funny.” She rolled her eyes. “We both know you wouldn’t dare break middle school rules, nevermind the actual law.”

“What can I say? Maybe being around you so much is starting to rub off on me.” You sported a mischievous grin when she rolled her eyes once again and leaned in for a kiss, which you returned gladly. You gave her a last peck on her cheek and stood beside her, offering your arm to link with hers. “Shall we?”

“We shall.” Sporting huge smiles, the both of you walked to the blue car outside her house and you tossed her the keys. She really was looking bright today, all happy and excited. You love to see her like this.

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That was long ago. The ghost you were looking for ended up being part of a cluster case, something very new to the crew. Still, you managed, as always. After days of research, a messy and exhausting hand-to-ghostly-hand combat, and a bunch of salt bombs, it was all over. You had gotten an awful purplish slash on your back that wouldn’t quite heal, but it was fine, it acted as a normal scar anyway.

Thinking back to it now it felt silly, a fun little supernatural mystery to solve. Now everything is complicated, personal. Since Temperance casted the curse on you and Nancy nothing is the same. You haven’t seen your girlfriend’s smile in a while. 

“The universe will do everything in its power to prevent you from enjoying the time you are in each other’s presence. Accidents, missteps… death? But you will be in love forever, unable to move on, unable to be distant. Until death do you part.” Had been the sentence. 

When Nancy told you this, you didn’t believe it to be such a bad thing (except for the dying part, of course), you thought you could get through it. At that time, all that had happened was you kicking a table leg right on your pinkie toe at The Claw, and your girlfriend spitting coffee from her nose. It surely had been unfortunate, but you had laughed about it. Ace had even jokingly started calling you trouble couple. Also, the being in love part you were already counting on, so what was the issue?

Things had escalated though. First it was breaking glasses, pumping your knees on furniture, burning skin on the stove. “Accidents happen”, you had said. You were actually known for being a little clumsy, no biggie. Then came the misstep on the stairs that had ended in a concussion, the falling into the sea from the docks and almost drowning, the car crash… You had tried taking a break from each other, moving away for some time to see what happened, but it had made you both awfully ill. Nancy had ended up in the hospital.

Being together was dangerous, and so was being apart. So you took the offensive. You were a witch, and so was Bess, you’d figure something out.

It has been months now. Nancy’s health is deteriorating, her face paler each day, dark circles under her eyes, new scars and bruises adorning her body; you are in no better shape anyway. 

“Baby wake up please…” you whispered. Your girlfriend was curled up in your arms, her sleeping face so soft despite everything. “Today we are trying the counter-spell Bess found, remember?”

After a few seconds, she stirs awake. For a moment she looks at you like she used to, shimmering eyes glad to feel you with her. Then the heaviness takes over, she nods in agreement and gets up to use the bathroom. You worry she might cut herself with her shaving machine, or slip on the tiles and hit her head on the toilet. 

That’s all you do lately, worry. Maybe that's what will finally kill you.

She comes out of the bathroom safe and sound, and you feel like crying in relief. “So, are they all coming here?” She asks while looking for a clean shirt to put on. 

You swallow the knot on your throat. “Yeah, Bess said it was better if we didn’t move too much. They are bringing the supplies too.”

“Good.”

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You hear three firm knocks on the old wooden door. You look at Nancy, place your hand on her knee reassuringly, and stand from the couch to greet your friends. A string of curses can be heard when the door handle gives you an electric shock, but everything is fine. Nick, George, Ace, and Bess have their hands packed with bags and boxes, and they all look ready for war. You are gonna end this, once and for all.

The pitying looks from everyone in the last few months annoyed the fuck out of Nancy, so she shut off almost everyone in her life. You had tried to talk some sense into her, only managing to get her to meet up with friends and family once a week in small gatherings or movie nights you organized. 

“Here goes nothing.” Nancy lets out a heavy sigh, you have a feeling she doesn’t believe this is going to work out. You squeeze her hands and conjure a calming smile on your face, as much to appease her nerves as yours.

Everything is set up, Nancy and you are standing face to face in a salt circle. The studio is flooding with lit candles, the flames waving with each breath you take. Your friends are standing in each of the four cardinals, a few feet away from you, holding a set of obscure antiques you know nothing about. You should get back to researching soon.

Bess starts chanting in latin, the others mimicking the phrase over, and over, and over again. Your body feels heavier, a buzzing sound in your ear. You look up to check on your girlfriend, and she looks weirdly brightened. Her eyes seem more attentive, her expression more alive, her cheeks are flushed as if she just came back from a short run. You are glad she’s already doing better, and would love to stay and enjoy the moment with her, but you feel yourself slipping away. 

She doesn’t notice, her eyes are too focused on the light smoke coming out from your chests, and you don’t blame her, it really is a show to see.

The second Ace, Bess, George, and Nick stop chanting, darkness engulfs the space. The candles release their iconic burnt-wick smell. The only noise is everybody’s quiet breathing. Nobody dares to speak, but the same question plagues their minds: Did it work?

Your body, that long ago stopped feeling yours, collapses. Nancy barely manages to soften your fall by getting a grip of your arm. The moment breaks, your girlfriend is screaming your name, but you can’t hear her. Nick is checking your pulse, George fishes her phone from her bag and is already dialing 911, Bess wonders what went wrong.

You see, from somewhere above your body, how Nancy holds you in her arms, gets a strand of hair out of your face, tells you that everything will be okay. She's crying, screaming to no one in particular to do something to help you. You are unresponsive, every single muscle limp, you wish you could just tell her how much you love her.

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A/N: There is not enough written about this show!! It's my guilty pleasure to be honest, The level of angst the show manages to put out is outstanding.

Tell me what you think! Feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

[tvseries-writings]

Prompts

Requests are open

(Use one of these prompts if you like them)

“[…], you’re bleeding.”

“How long has it been like that?”

“They say you almost died. You left it that late.”

“You’re snapping. Headache again?”

“You’re in a bad mood. Are you in pain?”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Don’t move! You will get yourself another concussion!”

“It’s too cold, come back!”

“Hey, why are you walking like that?”

“That’s a lot of swelling.”

“I think you could have an heat stroke”

“Where did you get that bruise?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“When you say your pain’s ‘4 out of 10′, that’s a normal person’s ‘8 out of 10′. We’re going to the hospital.”

“How did you not notice?!”

“If it hurts, it hurts.”

“I know you can manage it, you just don’t *have* to.”

“Holy shit, how long have you had this?!”

“[Name]? [Name]! Hey!”

“We’re a team. You need to tell me about this sort of thing.”

“That’s … a lot of blood, is that - oh, fuck.”

“Hey! Hey! Stay awake, okay? Stay awake.”

“It's nothing, really.”

“It would have been a lot easier to treat if you’d mentioned it sooner.”

“You can’t keep hiding this stuff.”

“I need to be able to trust you to tell me when you’re hurt.”

“Can you please come home? I feel really bad…”

“Are you okay?”

“Take a deep breath.”

“You probably don’t want to watch this.”

“You’re doing great.”

“Did you miss me?”

“Look at me.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“You can’t keep it bottled up forever.”

“It’s okay to cry, you know.”

“No one’s looking.”

“Can you talk?”

“You’re safe, I promise.”

“I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

“Did you hear me?”

“Squeeze my hand.”

“Feel better now?”

“You ever gotten stitches before?”

“Keep the ice on it.”

“How long did you think you could hide that?”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“I think you owe them an apology.”

“Bite down on this.”

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that.”

“On the count of three, okay?”

“No one ever cared about me like you.”

“Do you know how to use a first aid kit?”

“Hold on.”

“Don’t look at them, look at me.”

“There’s nothing you could have done.”

“You’re covered in blood, need to tell me something?”

“Did you really hide the thermometer?”

Mission in the cold snow.

“It’s just a headache, I’m fine.”

“Try to eat something.”

“I’m going to be sick.”

Having to be dragged back to bed.

“Here, let me carry you.”

“Don’t look down.”

It’s okay, deep breaths. that’s it, in and out.

“You'll be the one worried sick if you keep going like this.”

“It's nothing, really.”

“ I took NyQuil instead of DayQuil and I’m about to pass out.”

“I think I just drank a bit too much.”

“Of course I can walk on my own, what do you take me for?”

“I just feel a little dizzy, that's all.”

“That’s it, take it easy. Just breathe.”

@mmmmokdok

[alpurrtwhizkersss]

also for any of my Nancy Drew followers out there who enjoy x readers I WRITE FOR THOSE GAMES PLEASE REQUEST SOME ND CHARACTERS BECAUSE IM SO DESPERATE TO WRITE FOR THEM PLEASE I DO THE HARDY BOYS TOO PLS

even but a simple reblog would help me find my people 🙏🙏🙏

[amateur-detectivedrew]

//Okay some Nancy Drew Ace x reader ideas could be one shots or multi chapter there’s just not enough Nancy Drew x reader/Ace x reader things.

Any & all ideas are freely up for grabs for anyone who’d like to take a stab at one.

1.) Nancy’s twin sister (older by 4 minutes), was friends with George in school/still are friends, very sweet & likable, solves cases with the crew while taking online college courses to be a doctor. (She’s smart so unlike Nancy reader was able to tell at an early age that she looked nothing like Carson or Kate so she did a test & brought her findings to them, but for some reason was asked to keep the secret from Nancy, (or Ryan & the secret were revealed sooner so a father/daughter relationship was formed between reader and Ryan.

2.) reader works at the library with Rebecca, she’s sweet & shy & loves books, and mystery/true crime & Rebecca & Thom adore her.

3.) Reader is a detective at the Horseshoe Bay Police Department who meets Ace & things develop from there.

4.) Reader is Ryan Hudson’s younger sister (like Ace’s age looks similar to Nancy) even though she has the Hudson name she doesn’t care about the money & is very sweet and kind (Ryan is protective when it comes to her) she wants to make money & a difference on her own without the Hudson name, she likes having a job & she likes simple things.

5.) Reader & Ace meet through Grant who comes back to town (maybe she’s Grant’s best friend & Grant things they’ll be perfect for each other & once they meet they just click, she’s shy/sweet & other than Grant Ace helps her open up.

6.) What if Lucy & Ryan had a daughter (reader) at 16 than had Nancy at like 18 or 19, again kind of shy/quiet yet sweet, she’s a waitress with a love of reading & writing, she also likes music & playing guitar/singing, She and Ace have an automatic bond & just kinda click, she’s the kind of girl who’s always there for others no matter what, but hates having attention on herself or feeling like a burden so if she’s hurt, sick or has a problem she deals with it herself.

7.) Reader is Sweet & lovable yet kinda shy & quiet, she works with Carson either as like an assistant or fellow lawyer & Carson & Ryan (or even Nancy) introduce her to Ace & things go from there. Or Ace meets her on his own.

8.) Reader is Connor the coroner’s sister & Leo’s aunt again a shy & sweet lovable girl close with her brother & nephew (either she works with Connor or she’s like Leo’s teacher as well as his aunt & meets Ace & things progress from there.

9.) reader is John Sander’s daughter & friend of Nancy’s & is with John as he’s helping the crew & she & Ace meet & connect.

10.) Reader is Abe Tamura’s sister & when he came to town she did to either she’s a fellow detective (kinda a female Spencer Reid) or just likes solving mysteries (like Nancy)

11.) Reader is Carson or Kate’s younger sister raised alongside Nancy & meets/bonds with Ace.

[xfancyuu]

~ cause i can feel a real connection, a supernatural attraction. [aemond targaryen]

PART III (want it more and more) 18+, smut.

as promised, here is the third and last part! the first part & second of this series contains a westerosi wedding & a valyrian wedding, this fic will contain SMUT, it is reader's first time and she's extremely nervous and slightly clueless. reader is afab with she/her pronouns if requested i will write non-binary characters! i'd also love some feedback for this! i'd love some pointers on what you liked/didn't like about it! this is my first time writing smut so like be kind, i'm on the ace spectrum and i'm a virgin so everything i know is from reading erotica and roleplaying smut as hilariosity lmao. i should have mentioned before now this fic was inspired by bts' blood sweat and tears, the korean lyrics sound so much better than the english lyrics look.

this fic contains: bolton!reader (now targaryen), wedding consummation, mentions of aemond's assault (bc that's what it was), the word maidenhead, readers hella nervous bc she hasn't had in-depth knowledge about what would happen, reader's clueless about oral sex and aemond goes down on her lmao, two losers in love. girl on top (i read somewhere it's probably the best way to be in control during sex and i have control issues lmao), as doja once said: big noses i won't elaborate, this isn't the sexy kind of smut it's the awkward first time kind. times are rough for girlies in westeros and it's kinda reflected in the way reader thinks/talks about children. [2,582 words]

THIS CONTAINS SMUT BUT THE PURPOSE OF THE STORY IS MORE ABOUT THEM BEING REPRESSED! PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS EXPECTING SOLELY EROTICA!

The proximity between both yourself and Aemond was strange, you knew you'd have to be intimate at one point, but it hadn't crossed your mind that being on a bed in only your underclothes would leave you so insecure. Had Aemond not wanted to touch you? His previous words contradicted your thoughts, even if they lived within your mind.

It was silent, not the comfortable silence you were so often used to when spending time with Aemond and his sister. The kind which made your skin crawl, the kind which made you feel hyper-analysed, the kind which you didn't know how to break without shattering the illusion of yourself. The illusion that you were perfectly content and wanted nothing more than to just exist within the same space as him.

You had thought about Helaena's children, how they were beautiful and so precious. But did you want children of your own so soon? Your body was not an incubator for children, being a daughter you were constantly told your only purpose in life was to bring children into the world and watch them thrive. No other option had presented itself. Your brother's wives had taken this in their stride, providing heirs and the like, but you were beyond worried that would be your only use. Your only contribution to society. Aemond was a second son — did he truly need heirs? Were children considered a commodity and not a necessity? You had wished your worries would be alleviated. They had not with your refusal to talk about children and their possible needs. Would you be a horrible mother who put your own needs before theirs? Would you be bitter like your own mother? You had no intention of finding out so soon.

Would you lose your identity after marriage? You had been so lively and bubbly, you didn't want your spark to dim simply because you were bound to Aemond forever. Or however long forever truly lasts.

"Do you want children?" Your question was mumbled, as though you didn't want to say the words aloud. Your demeanour was never this timid, especially not with Aemond.

"I hadn't given it much thought, Aegon is the one who needed to provide heirs, Rhaenyra already has children, as a second son it's not my immediate priority. It shouldn't be yours, either." The sincerity in which Aemond had spoke had calmed you significantly. Perhaps he too struggled with the duty of being the perfect child who could do no wrong too.

"My parents want more grandchildren, though I still feel as though the world is unexplored, and I have so much to learn about... Children feel as though it would be a life sentence to unhappiness." You had never truly spoken the words aloud, unhappiness and despair would most likely follow the children you brought into the world.

"Then perhaps we should wait, for children that is, there are pleasures in producing children, but there are many methods which a child could be prevented." This was news to you, had Aemond felt the desire you held for him? How badly you had wanted him but refrained because it was so unladylike?

"You should show me." Your reply would have shocked Aemond if he did not know you well enough to know your adventurous streak and wanting to know everything. "Mother told me I should just let you lie on top of me and wait for you to get off, I do not quite know what she meant, but it didn't sound... Pleasurable for either party involved."

"If your mother believes that is the height of passion and romance, I truly feel sorry for her." Your laughter could be heard through the room, though he did have a point. Your mother was so much younger than your father and lacked experience in many ways, you didn't doubt her bitterness came from her life being taken from her so young and being expected to make your father happy.

"I think the only emotions she knows how to feel is bitterness and hatred, perhaps pettiness too, she says I get that off her. How I can hold a grudge for moons over slight offences. But I do think she prefers me over my brothers. One does not share a bed with his wife, instead he shares with his friend, the other she calls dim witted at any opportunity, one she wants to send to the wall and my younger brother isn't a priority, I doubt she even knows his name. I think she gave up around the time her second was born to be, as she calls, a disappointment we never got better for her, I think. She can at least stay in a room with me for hours on end."

Aemond's expression is that of shock. To your vulnerability or to the way you laid your soul bare to him, you did not know. Aemond's mind was but a mystery to you, a mystery you wished to understand. You considered yourself like Lady Sunderland, a girl investigator who solved mysteries all around the world. Your favourite had to be the one which took place in the North, a story of deception, lies and corrupt dealings. Yet it had all been fictional but if you were to be someone, you wished to be like her.

"Father doesn't pay any mind to her feelings either, nor does he notice how we feel — or rather, he doesn't care to. I think I'm his favourite too, is that unfair to say? I fear that I'm a product of them both and wouldn't want to inflict those traits onto my own children." The insecurities you had kept within you came out like a flood. You supposed you were lucky to have such involved parents, but their constant interference and being obsessive with the way they treated you had left you feeling somewhat resentful that your childhood was so contained to what they saw fit and not what you had wanted to do.

Laying yourself so open and honest had an adverse reaction within Aemond. While you were so willing to bare your soul to him, he could simply not do the same. He could not share his trauma with you, but you had accepted it. Welcomed it even.

"Children are not a necessity at this very moment, Y/N."

"But they will be expected, I have seen the way you look at Helaena's children and I cannot deny I enjoy spending time with them and by the time mother was my age she'd already had two of my brothers — my good sisters were married and had children by the age of seven and ten, and it feels as though I am behind in life despite not being old enough to truly be behind."

"Do you wish you had their lives? To be as miserable as most of those women? Your mother is bitter, she only knows hatred and pettiness. The majority of the surrounding women are not happy themselves, you said so yourself. Would you choose to be unhappy and ahead in life or happy and, as you so put it, behind." Aemond's words of reasoning had somewhat snapped you out of your current state. "You are in constant comparison with others, and it is not healthy for yourself or those surrounding you, my love."

"It is hard not to when those surrounding me seem so put together, and I'm one moment from falling apart."

"If it eases you, I too do not wish for children so early into our marriage, I wish to have you alone for some time."

"And what would you like to do, alone with me?"

Instead of answering you directly, Aemond's weight had shifted on the bed and ever, so suddenly he was above you. You did not know what had possessed you to kiss your husband with such ferocity — perhaps it was the need and desire for him. Two long years of courtship with underlying tension and the inability to relieve it. Not knowing how to relieve it. You had once put a pillow beneath yourself as to stop the sensation, but could never bring yourself to finish as thoughts of Aemond had entered your mind. You had considered it shameful and avoided the man at every possibility before you inevitably had to speak once more. You had wondered if Aemond had done the same thing — thought of you in such sinful ways.

The way you had gazed at him was almost as though you were a lovesick girl. In young adolescence, you had always dreamed of having your own prince to save you from the mundane world. If the world was mundane with Aemond within it, you would not have had it any other way. The way he looked at you, the way he so intently listened, the way he had almost feared your rejection, his anger, his jealousy, his envious nature, you had wanted it more than anything. You didn't need to pretend with Aemond, you could be yourself unapologetically, and he would simply smile.

The kiss initiated by had gone from a peck to something more in such little time. His hands had wandered down your body as if knowing the right places to touch. How he held such a gentle touch within him, you did not know. You were rough, hands tousling through his hair. He was so composed while you were losing yourself to the pleasure you had felt. Would he consider you disgusting? The feelings you had felt at the moment felt nothing but pure.

The kissing had gone from your mouth to your neck as Aemond planted kisses upon you. Once or twice you felt his teeth against your skin, but you could not complain about it. However, as he moved further down your body you had spoken, "This feels nice but what are you actually doing?"

"Do you trust me?" Aemond had answered your question with his own as he continued to move down your body, his teeth nipping your skin after the question you had asked. That one you deemed as intentional.

"Yes, but I would like you to tell me what you're doing." The sensations had gone down to your intimate area, it was almost throbbing with excitement. Perhaps the starvation of touch had caused it, or something else. "It feels quite strange."

"I promise you it won't hurt."

"Stop evading my question." Perhaps it was the frustration from lack of intimacy which was making you feel this way.

He hadn't answered, choosing to ignore you completely, lifting your underclothes to the point they had rested on your stomach. You knew what was about to happen. He was about to consummate your marriage. You were simply not prepared, but simply laid there, as your mother told you to, but the painful sensation did not come, instead you had felt his tongue.

It had felt quite nice, though you weren't sure the purpose of the ordeal. Until you felt a sensation almost identical but completely different to the night you had put the pillow between your thighs.

The throbbing didn't cease as Aemond had continued licking at the spot which had you craving release from whatever hold it had on you. You hadn't realised you were grinding against him as he continued, though you did feel something entering you. It hadn't felt unpleasant nor unwelcome, just strange.

He had continued, adding another two fingers, but you hadn't entirely noticed, hell-bent on getting the release you so desperately deserved after two years of repression. You had felt it release. It was otherworldly, had others known such pleasure and were keeping it a secret? It was almost as if you had left your body only to be brought crashing down by Aemond still between your legs while they shook.

"When you had mentioned there being pleasure, I did not expect this." Your panting was evident as Aemond pulled himself away from between your legs, "Is there a way I can make you feel as though I just felt?"

"Does my dear wife wish to please me? Your current state says otherwise." Once again, he was hovering over you, though he had initiated the kiss. You had tasted yourself upon him and while it was a distinct taste you could not put a word to it.

You had pulled away rather quickly and though Aemond had not showed it upon his face, he was rather disappointed with you doing so. "Why are you teasing me right now?" It was your turn to take control, not doing so would be against your character. "Why would I not wish to please you? Your pleasure matters much more to me than my own." You were on top of him now, and you knew he could easily fight you off but chose not to.

The underclothes you were wearing had been removed by yourself as you sat within Aemond's lap, "Tell me how I should please you now... Or I'll never give you the option again."

"You think yourself in control?" Aemond had you within his grip and wasn't about to let you go, "Yet you do not even know how to pleasure me, how would you go about that, without guidance?"

"I'm very intuitive, and I sense you're just as sensitive there as I am." To prove your point, you had begun grinding on him, "Oh look, I was right."

It was a slow descent, and suddenly you were no longer a maiden. Your maidenhead had finally been broken, but that hadn't meant you could move freely. It had hurt but not as intensely as you had originally thought, with Aemond kissing you, distracting you from the pain you must have felt.

It was awkward at first, moving up and down on him, you were awfully uncomfortable wishing for the ordeal to end faster than you would speak aloud. Your only thoughts were on Aemond's pleasure, not releasing you were feeling the same as before as Aemond had played with that spot which brought you pleasure before.

It hadn't taken long for you to both reach your peak, unnaturally fast, though if Aemond was as untouched as you had been, you knew it was inevitable. Though he had come inside you, it hadn't worried you too much. It was a problem for another day and a future you.

You had all but collapsed on top of Aemond as he had whispered reassurances in your ear that the two of you would be fine.

How does one act after engaging in such acts of intense passion? You had no clue, what does one say? You doubted you could even form a coherent sentence after such a moment.

"I'm happy my first time was with somebody who truly cares for me." You were the first to break the silence. "Thank you for being so gentle and caring."

"You do not need to thank me, it had brought me as much pleasure as it did you." He would not speak of his own first experience. He hadn't considered it traumatic at the time, but he truly wished his brother wasn't as promiscuous as he was, who tried to lead him down the same path.

"I mean it, many men would not be as gentle or as kind as you were."

"Sleep, Y/N, you might want to save your energy for the morning, I may not be as kind nor gentle." It had caused you to laugh as sleep had lured you into the world you so often spent your time. You hadn't felt him kiss your head as you leaned into him.

Softness was not something Aemond was familiar with, but for you barely conscious, he could make an exception.

thank u for reading this fic! again feedback would be appreciated but u don't need to give it, this is the last instalment so thank you for following me on my journey! i suspect the next fic i write will involve my queen vhagar bc how could i leave her out of this? cross posted on ao3 under the name hedonism! this fic was reformatted on 7th april 2023

[dannyo000]

[gaybitchfx]

Oh I loved the big brother fic you just posted!!!

Is it ok if I request something for the group, like not just one person in focus, but like the whole group?

If it is OK I would like to request something!

So the s4 group (steve, nancy, Robin, Eddie, Dustin, Lucas, max) kinda need help with something(doesn't have to be Vecna) and like the babysitter are like "well we know someone, but he probably isn't gonna help us" but they decided to try.

The reader absolutely hates this town and all of its citizens. Like sure he has a job, but he hardly interacts with anyone and if one does they're met with just an angry look, but he isn't mean.

When the group show sup to his house, obviously he's like "no i will not fucking help you???" but they are very persistent and in the end he caves in and angrily helps them.

And he becomes an unofficial part of the group and helps them out more often but still "hates" them

Note: That reminds me of someone I just can’t put my finger on it. Also I couldn’t find many images of them all together so I improvised

I SAID NO

Character(s): Eddie, Steve, Nancy, Robin, Dustin, Max, Lucas

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: Fluff🥰✨

Warning(s): None

Edited: ❌

Parts: Pt 2, Pt 3

"Ah shit.." Dustin mumbled as he stared at a broken dnd figure. "How are we gonna fix this?! And we borrowed this because our old one broke." Lucas sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Well, I know someone who might help us butttt..." Nancy trailed off as she looked off to the side. "Butttt what?" Eddie questioned with a raised brow.

"He most likely won't help us even if we bribe him." Nancy finished as she rubbed the back of her neck. "Well, we're gonna have to annoy the shit out of him so he can help us." Robin told her. "I know, but he isn't the...nicest or meanest person. He hates this whole town even the people that live here since he isn't a people person." Nancy said and Steve patted her back.

"We gotta try anyways Nancy." Steve said and she nodded. "Alright, let's go." She said and so everyone followed after her to where you lived. When they arrived Nancy started having second thoughts about this.

"What is he's asleep right now? It is night." Nancy said, trying to get out of this mess herself. "We're already here Nancy." Max sighed.

"True, there's no going back." Eddie said and went up to the door and rang the doorbell. A minute or so passed before the door swung open. You looked absolutely pissed and annoyed since today was your off day and you wanted to get as much sleep as possible. Your eyes scanned the group in front of you before it landed on Nancy.

"Nancy? Why'd you bring a couple of kids at my damn door step?" You sighed and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. "Hey Y/n... Um, we might have a problem." She said with a light chuckle. "We broke a dnd figure and need some help fixing it." Lucas quickly said.

"Sooo, can you help us?" Steve asked with a small smile. You stared at him and back at Nancy before looking at everyone else. With a smile you flat out said, "No I will not fucking help you, have a nice night." And closed your house door with a loud slam. Thinking it'd end there, it didn't. At random they'd bother you no matter what time of day it was. Eventually you caved in so as they were about to knock on the door again and opened it looking really pissed off. "Alright I fuckin' fix it, damn!" You shouted and snatched the two pieces from Steve's hand.

"Thank you." Nancy sighed relieved. You hurriedly pushed them inside your house before going to a certain drawer in your kitchen and brought out some gorilla glue. You sat down at your table as you mumbled under your breath about how annoying they were while you glued the two halves together.

When it was finally finished you gave it to Dustin. "Now leave me alone." You huffed and quickly pushed them out of your house not even allowing them to say thank you. "Who put a stick up his ass?" Eddie scoffed. "He's always been like that. Like I told you last time, he hates this town and everyone in it." Nancy said.

You thought that was the last time you'd see them, but you were so damn wrong about that.

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Soul Bonds - Ace

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

[favefandomimagines]

Hidden (ace.)

Summary: after the run in with the wraith, you hide the fact that you’re injured from Ace. Until it’s impossible to hide it anymore.

AN: takes places in the beginning of season 2 after the whole thing with the wraith in the woods. It was both Nancy and the reader on the bus when the wraith attacks it, reader gets hurt pretty badly but covers it up.

Reader and Ace are in an established relationship

Request: @clairbear2002 “Hey, I was wondering if you could do Nancy drew ace x reader maybe where the reader gets hurt or cursed and tries to hid it from ace please?”

You weren’t afraid to throw yourself into a dangerous situation. Almost every time you and your friends are faced with something life or death, you’re the first to put yourself in harms way.

It was what made you and Nancy so close, because she was prone to doing it too. You joked you were born under a gold star because you have never once gotten hurt; yet. George thought you had some weird death wish, Bess tried to psychologically diagnose you based on your family situation but Ace was just Ace.

He was supportive, yet knew when to tell you something might be too much for you. Though he hated it when you were so quick to risk your life especially when you didn’t have to. But he knew that you wouldn’t be you if you weren’t ready to protect and help your friends.

Now, apart of you believed that your luck was starting to run out when you were trapped in a bus with your best friend, a supernatural creature attempting to kill you both. You thought you both came out physically unscathed, but you soon felt a deep stinging in your side and felt the blood seeping through your shirt.

You couldn’t tell you friends, especially with everything that’s going on with the Aglaeca. Your injury was very low on the list of worries you all had right now. But Ace could tell the second you were all walking out of the woods that something was wrong. You walked a bit behind the rest of the group and it seemed as if your mind was elsewhere.

It wasn’t until you got back to The Claw when Ace confronted you about your behavior. You were sat in a booth near the window and you were pale, your skin was slicked with sweat. He knew that something was not right.

“Are you okay?” He asked, sitting across from you. “I’m fine. Just tired.” You lied. Ace knew you well enough to know when you were lying and you definitely were. “Tell me the truth, Y/N.” He said.

You paused for a moment before signing and lifting the sleeve of your shirt. On your forearm was a deep, bloody gash that did not look good.

“Y/N,” Ace started. “I know, okay? I should’ve told you when it happened.” You said. “Why didn’t you?” He asked “I don’t know. I guess I never thought my good luck streak would end.” You answered bashfully.

Ace stood up and grabbed the first aid kit from the kitchen. He sat back down next to you and began working on your arm.

“Y/N I love you. Which is why I need to tell you that you’re not invincible and your not indispensable. You matter to so many people and I hate seeing you put yourself in danger all the time. If anything ever happened to you, I wouldn’t know what to do.” Ace said.

You watched him as he cleaned the wound on your arm, afraid of you looked up your tears would fall. “I’m sorry.” You whispered. “Hey, hey, don’t cry. I just don’t want to lose you.” Ace said wiping the tears from your cheeks. “I’m sorry, Ace. I guess I never thought how me acting so recklessly would make you feel and that’s so selfish of me and-“ You stared before Ace cut you off.

“Stop that. You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t throw yourself into dangerous situations. It scares me to death, yeah, but that’s the Y/N I fell in love with.” He said. “I love you too.” You replied. “Now, let’s get this cleaned up I before it gets infected.” He said.

You smiled up at him, wondering how the hell Ace was able to put up with you the way he did. But you were grateful that he does because you couldn’t do it without him.

[starryblueeyesandstarryblueskies]

Gonna try to finish another fic this weekend even though I’m studying for finals lol

[armyangxls]

Halloween Movie Marathon

Ryan Hudson x Plus Size Reader

You were currently finishing the final touches of preparations for your Halloween movie night, while dancing to She Wants Revenge.

Suddenly you heard a creak of wood.

Your body tensed up, and your heart rate quickened.

"What was that?" You thought

You'd think after everything you've seen while being around the Drew crew, you wouldn't be scared of ghosts or the creeks of the floor.

You spun around at the sound of the door creaking open, getting ready to run away from it.

Where you saw the sight of your amazing partner Ryan in a blue shirt and orange ascot holding a bag of your favorite takeout, you sighed in relief that it wasn't a killer or a killer ghost.

"You scared the hell out of me! I thought you were a killer! Ryan I mean Fred!" You said, breathing out, and smiled.

"I'm so sorry! I thought you heard me, y/n/n I mean Daphne!" He said, smiling, setting the bag on the coffee table in the living room.

You wear a purple shirt, skirt and a green bandana around your neck.

You slugged your arms around him, hugging him.

His cologne consumed your senses

aroma of fall pine trees, and cinnamon.

He wrapped around you, kissing the top of your head.

"You smell amazing!" You said, muffled into his shirt.

"Thank you!" He said, chuckling and smiling.

You both pulled apart from the hug.

"What movie first?" He asked,

"(Your favorite horror movie)!" You said, smiling.

"Yes, the best!" He said, smiling.

You put the DVD in as Ryan got the food out and set it up.

~

You both had finished eating, now you were in the middle of the movie, cuddling up against each other, his arm wrapped around you, your head on his chest, soft heart beats in your ear. Your eyes glued to the screen no matter how many times you had watched it, it was just as entertaining and surprising as the first time.

You lifted your head from his chest, your eyes finally wandered from the screen to Ryan who was staring right at you.

"What?" You asked, confused, scared that there was ghost behind you.

"Nothing you're just soo beautiful!" He said, looking at you, you reminded him of a gorgeous renaissance painting with a look of the shining 70s.

You heart skipped a beat and raced after your breath, no matter how many times he complimented you it felt same as the first time.

"Thank you! You're beautiful too!" You said, your eyes glistening as you stared into his emerald eyes.

"I'm so glad I have you!" You said softly, smiling, scooting even

"I'm so glad I have you too!" He said, gently putting his hands on your cheeks.

Your face heated at his touch.

You both pulled apart, you closed your eyes, your lips met his soft as marshmallow lips in a soft affectionate kiss, the feeling that felt like a warm bonfire on a long autumn's night went through both.

You both pulled away from the kiss, your hand subconsciously went in his hair messing with it.

"Happy Halloween my love!" Ryan said, kissing your forehead.

"Happy Halloween Ryan!" You said, smiling.

Author's note: Hiii guys!! Happy Halloween!! I hope you guys like this fanfic!! Also I think this is the first Ryan Hudson fanfic!! 😱😱 :))) 💜💜💜

[hurtcomfortficstilltheend]

Masterlist

I usually write gender neutral reader, but I might slip sometimes with female pronouns. There is no use of "(Y/N)".

Natasha Romanoff x gn!reader

Rainy days and tired souls

Summary: Natasha and R take a break after a tough mission, some painting, some crying, and some comforting.

Warnings: mention of injuries (nothing graphic), hurt/comfort, fluff. Soft nat ;)

Word count: 865

Wanda Maximoff x gn!reader

Study sesh gone wrong.

Summary: It's finals week and you are overwhalmed, Wanda helps you get through a rough study session. (College Au)

Warnings: Academic stress, being very overwhalmed, flow state is a bitch sometimes, hurt/comfort, fluff at the end.

Word count: 862

Wednesday Addams x gn!reader

Mateine is the new caffeine

Summary: Wednesday tries mate for the first time, by the hand of her partner, R.

Warnings: None! Only fluff! soft!Wednesday

Word Count: 1178

Necromancy? No, cardiopulmonary resuscitation!

Summary: When the time comes, will reader be able to save her girlfriend? (or: The final battle, but make it angstier)

Warnings: Blood, Fighting, Death.

Word Count: 1281

Lucy Carlyle x gn!reader

The C in Concussion stands for Cuddles!

Summary: The aftermath of the screaming staircase case (Doubt Thou the Stars episode), Reader gets a concussion and there might be some cuddles involved.

Warnings: ghost-fighting (brief), getting a concussion (feeling dizzy and confused), hurt/comfort and fluff (I know, very surprising).

Word count: 1623

A little post-river pick-me-up.

Summary: R makes panqueques con dulce de leche (argentinian crepes filled with a milk based caramel) for the team after the shiver-inducing Thamesis fiasco.

Warnings: Falling into the Thames (chapter 7 follow-up), me sugarcoating the end because I'm weak for this fandom and this fandom only, and fluff.

Word Count: 1.9k

Sometimes it's just better (not to know).

(Multichapter)

Summary: When you get a gut feeling that something is targeting 35 Portland Row -and therefore your family-; how far will you go to protect it?

Warnings: angsty angstt, violence, a lot of nightmares and witchy stuff, reader has the gift of precognition.

Word count: 2.2k

Nancy Drew x gn!reader

When a Counterspell Backfires, Part 1.

Summary: After not taking it seriously for some time, breaking the curse Temperance casted on you and Nancy proves harder than expected.

Warnings: angst, deteriorated health mention, passing out.

Word Count: 1.3k

[vlassk]

One more day y'all !!!

[zorosleftshoe]

I want to start writing again!!!

Fandoms I write for:

• Teen Wolf

• Nancy Drew

• Supernatural

• Wednesday

• One Direction

• Marvel

• Stranger Things

• Dream SMP

• Harry Potter

• Sam and Colby

• or send in a request!

Updated:

Bridgerton

Daybreak

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A (Slightly Sleepy) Autumn Day

Joe Hardy X Gender Neutral!Reader

Requested By: @thepleasuretoremainsoheartless <3

Warnings: None! Just pure, tooth rotting fluff

Genre: Fluff

Prompt: None

Author’s Note:

This is my first fic I’m posting on this site! Or anywhere really, lol. This is also the first ever request I’ve gotten! So if you like what you see here, feel free to request a fic of your own! I’d love to write them! You can see my introduction post for the rules of my page, and what fandoms I write for! But, yeah! That being said, here’s the fic! I hope it lives up to your expectations, my fellow Joe Hardy lover <3

You smiled as you looked down at your hands clasped together with your boyfriend’s, you ran a thumb over his fingers softly and gazed at him, he turned towards you and caught your eye,

“‘See something you like, Y/N/N?” He asked you, winking, with a wide grin on his face, you rolled your eyes and scoffed before turning away to look at the scenery around you.

Your expression quickly sweetened as you took in all of the beautiful colours, oranges, yellows and reds danced in your vision, and you could smell the far-off scent of cinnamon, presumably from some delicious autumn themed food that you made a note of in your brain to try some of later.

You smiled as a little stall caught your eye, it was completely decorated in white and it sold little notebooks, you tugged on your boyfriend’s hand lightly.

“Joe, look!” You cooed, staring fondly at the little stall, you began walking over, dragging your poor boyfriend behind you. You stood at the front of the stall and began inspecting the items that were for sale on the small table, you picked up a beautifully engraved leather notebook and grinned at it.

“That’s pretty.” Joe commented, slinging his arm around your shoulder and rubbing it as he looked down at the book, you smiled and nodded, turning the price over in your hand, the tag read $50 in bold, black letters, you inhaled sharply.

“What’s wrong?” Joe asked concernedly, looking down at you.

“It’s a lot of money, Joe… I can afford it, but I don’t know if I should.” You whispered, so as not to let the old woman running the stand hear your conversation.

“I’ll buy it for you!” He smiled, taking the book out of your hands, and you stared up at him, eyes wide.

“Joe! It’s $50! I can’t accept that…” you panicked, resting your hand on his arm.

“Oh please, I’m not bothered, seriously! And besides, you deserve a gift, sweetheart.” He reassured you, and before you could protest, he tipped your chin up and kissed you, stopping any words from coming out of your mouth. Turning towards the old woman, he pulled some notes out of his wallet and slid them across the table towards her, she choked out a ‘thank you’, and he nodded, pulling you away from the table and sliding the book into your bag.

You paused, turning him towards you to kiss him as you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him into a tight hug, burying your face in his chest.

“Thank you, Joe. Really. I could not ask for a better boyfriend.” You grinned, and he nodded, winking at you before going “Damn right you couldn’t.” You laughed, hitting his shoulder jokingly and taking his hand again to walk further into the fair.

By the end of the day, you were exhausted.

Your feet hurt and you were just slightly dehydrated, but you’d had the most fun you’d had in a while.

You yawned as you leaned your head sleepily on Joe’s shoulder, and he smiled and kissed your hair.

“‘You doin’ alright down there, Y/N/N?” He questioned, pulling you closer to his side as he looked out for you as you walked, not wanting you to get hurt.

“I’m okay, Joe. I’m really tired, though…” you mumbled, pulling your scarf closer to your neck as the deep chill of the autumn evening began setting in. Joe simply smiled and shook his head, leading you through the parking lot of the Bayport Autumn Fair, and shaking you softly as you reached his bike, which he decided (for some reason) to park at the furthest end of the lot.

“Hey, wake up, sleepy head. We’re here.” He chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah… I wasn’t even asleep!” You yawned, rubbing your eyes and watching as Joe climbed onto his bike, you sighed, pulling yourself on behind him as he pulled his helmet on, leaning your head on his back.

“Thank you for today, Joe. I loved it, really… I love you.” You smiled lovingly, inhaling his scent which was slightly diluted by cinnamon, now.

“I love you too, Y/N/N. A lot.” He smiled under his helmet and revved his motorbike, pulling out of the car park.

“Yeah…” you mumbled softly, snuggling closer against him.