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natasha romanoff smut? nothing specific shes just so gorgeous 😭

pairing: natasha romanoff x medic!fem!reader

warnings: smut, kissing, oral (r receiving,) fingering (r receiving,) cocky!nat, an attempt at banter, bad writing.

author’s note: somehow this ended up being rushed even though it took a million years. blame my teachers—i’m pretty sure they’re trying to actually kill me with homework.

“one of these days, you’ll be able to get through a mission without my help.”

natasha laughs, and you shoot her a glare as you’re pressing band-aids into her cheek. she has no major injuries this time, just minor abrasions. shallow cuts. bruises.

“if i had a nickel,” you say, smearing ointment on a deeper cut on her jaw and then applying a band-aid over it, “for every time you avenger assholes called me for something entirely unnecessary, i would be on a goddamn yacht and not at your beck and call.”

“maybe i like seeing your pretty face,” natasha replies with an exaggerated wink. flirting with you seems to bring her such particular joy because of your sardonic reactions.

“you’re a bastard,” you grumble. “you can’t apply your own bandaids?”

“you do it better than i do.”

you roll your eyes, and lean back, dropping the spare supplies that are out into your bag. natasha blinks once and runs her fingers over her face. she grins, and looks at you.

“thanks, detka,” she says with a wink.

“next time you call me and you’re not actively dying, i’m going to let you go to voicemail. i’m going to look at my phone, say, ‘oh, it’s natasha,’ and i’m going to fucking ignore it.”

“one of these days, you won’t be around, and i’m going to die a terrible, tragic death.”

“and i’ll go to your funeral and bring you the ugliest goddamn flowers, and i will laugh.”

natasha sighs dramatically. “you wound me, detka.”

“i sure as fuck hope not. that would defeat the purpose of my job.”

natasha shakes her head helplessly, and grins at you again. damn that stupid grin. damn her stupid, sparkly eyes. you roll your eyes, looking away as you wipe ointment off your hands.

“can you check my temperature?” she asks. you glance at her. she raises an eyebrow. “i feel warm.”

“usually, if you have a fever, you’ll feel cold,” you reply, reaching and resting the back of your hand on her forehead. she does feel warm. you reach for your kit again, intending to find the thermometer.

natasha catches your hand as you pull away, bringing you back to her and resting your hand on her cheekbone. she presses your palm to her lips, her eyes flickering up to yours, unreadable from below her lashes.

warm static arcs up your arm from your palm, and you find you suddenly can’t breathe properly. natasha’s flirting was never something you took seriously; she seemed to flirt with most anyone, if she could. and yet…

“got something to say, detka?” she asks archly.

you look at her for a moment; at her lips, at her eyes, at her hair, at her collarbone, and back at her again. you look at her, and you feel like you’ll never get tired of looking at her, not ever.

“yeah, i do have something to say,” you say, finding your voice again. “why kiss my hand when you could kiss my lips?”

natasha laughs, and takes that as the invitation it is. she pulls you down and kisses you. slowly, gently. she’s barely there at all—and yet she’s everywhere, a shudder of warmth under your skin and filling you up like a cup of cocoa on a cold day.

she lets out a breath, and kisses you harder, drawing you closer by the back of your neck. she tastes like—like natasha, like everything she should taste like, and she’s so warm, all tongue and lips and teeth. she kisses you over and over and over again, like it’s all she’s wanted to do and all she ever will do.

when she breaks, it’s like she’s taken all the breath from your lungs with her. you open your eyes to gaze at her. she looks back, with all the love in the world in her eyes, and kisses you on the very tip of your nose. you let out a startled laugh, the embarrassing, unexpected kind that bursts from your sternum and makes you crinkle your nose.

she leans down and seals her lips against your neck, right where it meets your jaw, and your eyelashes flutter. you feel a thousand times more sensitive, more warm, like you’ve had an entire bottle of wine or like you’re under an aphrodisiac. but that’s just her. that’s just what natasha does to you.

she kisses your neck again, shifting downwards, and grabs your shirt lightly. gently. questioningly. she looks up at you, asking without asking, and you nod quickly. she pulls your shirt off your head, and her lips are everywhere she can reach—your neck, your collarbone, the swell of your breast, down, down, down—

she hesitates at your jeans, thumbing the button questioningly, and glances up at you. you nod fervently, and help her pull them off you, your underwear soon following. natasha parts your thighs with ease, and ducks down until she’s level with your cunt.

cold air parts her lips, making you shudder and gasp, and she leans in and laps lightly at your clit. arousal and pleasure spike up your spine, and warmth blossoms up your lower belly, running feather light touches all over your body.

she presses her pinky inside you first, and you moan, shuddering in on yourself slightly. she lets it just sit for a moment, letting you adjust, and then curls it slowly, before she pulls out completely and adds her ring finger. you can’t really stifle the embarrassing noises falling from your lips, and you’re half afraid if you move everything will fall apart like a dream.

this isn’t a dream, though—natasha feels warm, and soft, but real, and living. her fingers inside of you—pumping and thrusting—are real. very, very real, tugging threads of warmth and pleasure in your body like an instrument.

you lose yourself in a haze of pleasure and warmth, the seconds ticking past both in a slow drag and in a rapid pulse, falling in time with your heartbeat. you can feel yourself getting closer and closer, gradually at first and then faster, and then faster, and then you’re so damn close—

“tasha—” you say, your voice cracking somewhat embarrassingly. “i-i’m—really close—”

“good,” she purrs, “cum for me, then, detka.”

natasha crooks her fingers one more time, and with a shaky sort of groan, you cum on her fingers. you gasp and shake all through it, and squirm off when the high fades and the pleasure starts to burn.

“i love you,” natasha says, as if she hasn’t been saying with with her eyes and her body and her touch this whole time. “did i tell you that?”

“in a way,” you reply, pulling her to kiss you again. “your turn?”

“nah,” natasha replies, shrugging. at your questioning look, she shoots you a smug grin. “you help me out a lot. figured it was time to return the favor.”

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she’s back people!!!!!

A wee ficlet set just after midnight on 1st Jan.

@piratekane made me do it.

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IN LOVE WITH THIS please write more !! <33

for anyone that might be interested i wrote a post-finale vigil one-shot because Amy and Kirsten have my entire heart 💜

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34262725

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bringing this back because my gf of 3 yrs broke my heart this week <\3

“I’m not scared about her cheating on me. I’m worried that one day, she’s going to wake up and see the drool coming from my mouth, the stretch marks littering my thighs and the crater-like pimples that adorn my face and back and realise just how ugly i think i am. The ugly that i hoped that you’d never notice because you’ve said from the beginning how beautiful i am and i’ve slowly been starting to believe you. The ugliness that i have when i’m overly jealous or insecure or the ugliness when i can’t leave the bed and it hurts to breathe. The ugliness when i scream and screech about how you didn’t pick up your towel or forgot to wipe down the table, again. So no, to answer your question, i’m not scared about her cheating on me. I’m scared she’s going to start seeing me the way i see myself.”

- from the girl that is too scared to tell her lover 

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Hiya, a big congrats to you!! Here's to your next milestone!! Have you done anything/bought anything to celebrate? What was it like when you found out? So if I may, could I request with mob (or boss) wanda, fluff 15 and smut 7 (her saying both) with yn taking wands strap in her mouth ;3 (um and I dont know if you are comfortable with it, but if the strap could be one of those fake cum ones please that would be just 👀🤤🥵) please and thank you!!!

prompts: 15. “I’m the luckiest person in the world, aren’t I?” (fluff) & 7. “Go on, be a good girl for me” (smut)

warnings: blowjob, hair pulling, dom!wanda, sub!r, cursing, praising

a/n: ahh! thank you sm bub! It was v weird to know that a thousand people now follow me but also ,, I feel grateful to know that they enjoy my writing? idk lmaO & I bought myself some cool ass toe stops as a celebratory gift 😌

blurb requests are closed! 18+ readers please!

Wanda pulled you close, pressing soft kisses against your jaw and moving down to your neck as you moaned softly, feeling her fingers press into your skin over your shirt.

“God” Wanda groaned out, pulling your flush against her as she pulled away. Her hand came up to lay on your cheek as you leaned into her touch, turning your head slightly to kiss her palm.

“I’m the luckiest person in the world, aren’t I?” Wanda said as you smiled at her, leaning up and pecking her lips softly. Slowly moving down, you got down on your knees, looking up at Wanda as she gasped softly, looking down at you.

“Fuck” she groaned. Unbuttoning her pants, the silicone strap popped out freely as you pulled her closer by her thighs before grabbing ahold of the silicone in your hand. Spitting on it, you moved your hand diligently up and down as you looked up at Wanda, awaiting your next command.

“Be a good girl for me, go on” Wanda said, placing her hands softly on your head, her fingers massaging your scalp softly as you placed the strap into your mouth, slowly going down and coming back up, with a pop leaving your mouth.

Wanda moaned, watching you being so compliment only made her head buzz. Suddenly her hands held your head still as she began to slowly fuck your mouth, before picking up the pace as gagging and choking noises left your mouth.

Your skin felt hot as you tapped Wanda’s thighs, hearing shuffling outside Wanda’s office. The fear of someone walking in set in your stomach but it mixed with them finding you like that, seeing who’s you were.

Pulling back with gasp, you looked up at Wanda as you heard someone walk by. “The door” you managed out, your voice a bit hoarse as Wand a turned to the door and shook her head.

“Let them find us, see how much of a good girl you are”

-

Feedback is appreciated!

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Mercury is up :) I’m very happy with this guy,, the link is below,, peruse it if you care to!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27829645

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Send me a number!

1:Let’s start with a tricky one; what is the real reason you are confused right now?

2:Do you ever get “good morning” texts from anyone?

3:If your significant other smoked pot, would you care?

4:Do you find it easy to trust others?

5:What were you doing at 11PM last night?

6:You’re drunk and lost walking down the road; who is with you?

7:What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on?

8:Are you close with your dad?

9:I bet you kissed someone last night, right?

10:What are you listening to?

11:You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life - what is it?

12:Do you like hickeys?

13:What time do you go to bed?

14:Is there someone who continuously lets you down?

15:Can you text as quickly with one hand as you do both?

16:Do you always answer your texts?

17:Do you hate the person you fell the hardest for?

18:When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends?

19:Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them?

20:What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?

21:Is anyone else in the room with you?

22:Do you believe what goes around comes around?

23:Were you happier four months ago than you are now?

24:Is there someone you wish you could fix things with?

25:In the past week, have you cried?

26:What colour is the shirt you are wearing?

27:Do people ever call you by your last name?

28:Is anyone ignoring you right now?

29:Do you have a best friend?

30:Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the last person you kissed?

31:Who was your last call/text message from?

32:Are you mad at anyone?

33:Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

34:How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday?

35:How many more days until your birthday?

36:Do you have any summer plans yet?

37:Do you have any good friends of the opposite sex?

38:Are you keeping anything from your best friend(s) now?

39:Do you have a secret that you’ve never told anyone?

40:Have you ever regretted kissing someone?

41:Do you think age matters in relationships?

42:Are you available?

43:How many people have you had real, strong feelings for since high school ended?

44:If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get?

45:Do you believe exes can be friends?

46:Do you regret anything?

47:Honestly, what’s on your mind right now?

48:Did you ever lose a best friend?

49:Was your last kiss a mistake?

50:Why aren’t you pursuing the person you like?

51:Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry?

52:Do you still talk with the person you LAST kissed?

53:What was the last thing you ate?

54:Did you get any compliments today?

55:Where are you going on your next vacation?

56:Do you own anything from other countries?

57:Are most of your friend guys or girls?

58:Where have you lived most of your life?

59:When was the last time you took a long drive?

60:Have you ever played Spin the Bottle?

61:Have you ever TPd someone’s house?

62:Who do you text the most?

63:What was the last movie you saw?

64:What’s preventing your current boyfriend/girlfriend from going back to their ex?

65:How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have in 2011?

66:Is the last person you kissed younger than you?

67:Do you curse around your parents?

68:Are you happy with where you live?

69:Picture of yourself?

70:Are you a monogamous person or do you believe in open-ended relationships?

71:Have you ever been dumped?

72:What do you most like about making out?

73:Have you ever casually made out with someone who you weren’t seriously involved with?

74:When you kiss someone for the first time, is it usually you who initiates it or the other?

75:What part of a person’s body do you find most attractive?

76:Who was the last person you talked to last night before you went to bed?

77:Had sex with someone you knew less than an hour?

78:Had sex with someone you didn’t know their name?

79:What makes your heart flutter and brings a big cheesy smile to your face?

80:Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already?

81:Has someone who had a crush on you ever confessed to you?

82:Do you tell a lot of people when you have a crush?

83:Do you miss your last sweetie?

84:Last time you slow danced with someone?

85:Have you ever ‘dated’ someone you’ve never met?

86:How can I win your heart?

87:What is your astrological sign?

88:What were you doing last night at 12 AM?

89:Do you cook?

90:Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than 3 months of no communication?

91:If you’re single right now, do you wish you were in a relationship?

92:Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly?

93:What physical traits do you look for in a potential interest?

94:Name four things that you wish you had!

95:Are you a player?

96:Have you ever kissed 2 people in one day?

97:Are you a tease?

98:Ever meet anyone you met on Tumblr?

99:Have you ever been deeply in love with someone?

100:Anybody on Tumblr that you’d go on a date with?

101:Hugs or Kisses?

102:Are you too shy to ask someone out?

103:The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?

104:Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe?

105:If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was in relationship, would you go for it?

106:Do you flirt a lot?

107:Your last kiss?

108:Have you kissed more than 5 people since the start of 2012?

109:Have you kissed anyone in the past month?

110:If you could kiss anyone who would it be?

111:Do you know who you’ll kiss next?

112:Does someone like you currently?

113:Do you currently have feelings for anyone?

114:Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings?

115:Ever made out with just a friend?

116:Are you happier single or in a relationship?

117:Your own question that you want me to answer. Just write it.

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Honey, I Love You II

Pairing: Cordelia Goode x Fem!Reader

Request: Yesssss pls do the part ii to Honey, I Love You!! Like maybe if it’s somewhat angsty, but ends with “I’ve never stopped loving you” vibes? by Anon

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maybe “I don’t dress up anymore. That’s for kids” for Mildred (and Gwen?) 🥺

Okay first of all, this is the first thing I’ve written for Mildred x Gwen and for some reason my brain went “hey you know what’d be fun? Let’s write it from Gwen’s POV” so yeah. That happened. And then this happened. I hope you like it!! I got a bit carried away 🙈

Special thanks to @welshdragonrawr for coming up with this idea and being so kind about me writing it down by accident. And also to @flungoutofspacebelivets for drawing Mildred and Gwen in these costumes and getting that incredible image stuck in my head.

~Happy Halloween, my little peaches! 🍑🎃✨~

“She’s Good and She’s Bad and She’s All I’ve Got” -- Gwendolyn Briggs x Mildred Ratched

World Count: ~3,000

Warnings: None

“I don’t want to do that.” 

It was maybe the fourth time those words had come out of Mildred’s mouth, always directed at Gwendolyn and always spaced out the same way. With the same inflection. 

And the same hurt followed in their wake every time. 

“Alright,” Gwendolyn tried, fingers playing over the seam at her knee. “Alright, it was just a suggestion. We don’t have to—“

“I don’t dress up anymore. That’s for children.” 

And the way it came out of her mouth, so simple, so nonchalant. Like it was a rule of the universe and Gwendolyn was stupid not to understand. 

She almost snapped, almost lost her patience. But for some reason the words wouldn’t come, and so she sat in silence, staring down into her lap as Mildred’s eyes bored a hole in her head. 

“I thought it might be fun, that’s all,” Gwendolyn tried softly. 

But Mildred didn’t respond, and the air hung between them, and it was only after Gwendolyn heard the rustle of fabric being pinched and pulled, the soft scrape of nails against skin, that she looked up. 

Oh. 

The heat under Mildred’s eyes was gone, gaze gathered up and toppled off and falling somewhere distant. Not quite past Gwendolyn, not quite at the wall. 

Her fingers skimmed up the side of her arm, scratching softly as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. 

“Mildred,” Gwendolyn tried carefully, hands smoothing over her knees. And when Mildred didn’t respond, Gwendolyn was up, crossing the room to her and bundling her up in her arms. 

There was a second’s hesitation. Just like there always was. Where Gwendolyn would pause and search her face and smooth her hands down her arms. But when no resistance came, she had Mildred tucked safely against her in seconds, holding her head against her shoulder and rubbing a hand slowly down her back. 

Mildred sniffled, fingers finding Gwendolyn’s waist and twisting tightly into the extra fabric that pooled there. 

“It’s alright, you’re okay,” Gwendolyn cooed, shushing Mildred softly and scratching lightly at her scalp. 

Another sniff, the smallest of whimpers, and then Mildred broke, deflating in Gwendolyn’s arms as the tears fell and she shook around gasps. 

“I don’t want to do that,” Mildred whimpered, her voice pitched up that soft way it always did when she cried, thick with tears and sticking against sobs. 

And as Gwendolyn held her tight and stroked her hair and pushed kisses to her temple, trying any and every way to calm her down, a light went off somewhere in her memory, and everything clicked together. 

She cleared her throat, pulling away from Mildred just so and ducking to meet her eyes. They were squeezed shut, though, so she hooked a finger under her chin and raised her face to look at her, kissing her nose. 

Mildred’s eyes fluttered open and Gwendolyn grinned at her, brow pushed up as she brushed a thumb over her bottom lip. 

Trying to distract herself from that hurt that came springing back into her chest, hot and sour and stabbing. Trying to distract Mildred from the inevitable pity that she couldn’t quite keep from her eyes. 

“Tell me?” Gwendolyn whispered, searching Mildred’s eyes. Because she knew. This was delicate. This fraction of a moment, where Mildred’s past was right here, consuming her from bottom to top. She had pulled her walls up tight, she had let them crumble down. And now, this was the third part. 

Either she would take a deep breath and open her mouth and let everything fall out, completely raw, or her hand would slide into Gwendolyn’s and she would close her eyes and close off her heart, and Gwendolyn would take her to bed or to the couch and hold her until she fell asleep. 

It hadn’t happened many times. Gwendolyn could probably count them on one hand. But there was something about this woman, something about the way she built herself up from ground level and pulled her layers on, starting deep around her heart and finishing with gloves and a matching hat. Gwendolyn couldn’t take her eyes off of her. And maybe she was going crazy. Maybe Mildred made her crazy. But she wanted to memorize every tiny detail until Mildred blinked and Gwendolyn knew exactly what she was thinking. 

So she made it a point to pay attention. Deep down, she had this instinct that it was what Mildred needed. Wanted. Someone to pay attention, who was desperate to learn. Someone who took the time and took the care and wanted all of her, no matter what. 

And so she tried her best with the masterpiece before her. Tried her best to be patient and kind and never push too far. Not after Mildred had been so vulnerable with her. 

It was almost funny, given how easy it had been to lose her temper with her at the beginning. When they had just started and she didn’t know hardly anything about her, had never seen those deep layers. That day her whole life had flashed before her eyes, Mildred standing right there in her sitting room, in the same shirt she had worn when she had broken Gwendolyn’s heart. When she had stormed out of that bar and looked at Gwendolyn with such... disgust. And then she was back, and so much time had gone by, so much had happened, and Gwendolyn was preparing to die. Slowly. Alone. And Mildred had walked straight through her front door and saved her. 

And from that moment, she had always tried to do her best with her. Had always tried to be patient, as Mildred always was with her. And she had always tried to understand, even though she knew she never could. 

Which is why, when Mildred’s fingers started falling from her waist down towards her hand, Gwendolyn mentally prepared herself to hold Mildred through the night, turning their porch lights off and cooing at her every time she inevitably jumped when the neighborhood children knocked on the door. 

Gwendolyn was already thinking about how quickly she could scoop Mildred up and take her upstairs before she completely shut down, when Mildred stopped, fingers skimming over her wrist, and took a long breath in. 

Gwendolyn froze, pulling back just so and waiting. Waiting. 

Mildred worried her lip between her teeth, fingers brushing absently over Gwendolyn’s arm and eyes pinned to the floor. And when she sighed the breath out and raised her eyes to Gwendolyn, pupils dilated and opening deep windows into her soul, Gwendolyn swallowed. Centered herself. And threw every single thought out of her mind until she was centered entirely in this moment, in this woman. 

“Do you remember,” Mildred started slowly, eyes flicking down to Gwendolyn’s shoulder as her fingers found the line of her blazer and rubbed up and down and up again. “When I told you about the puppet theatre...”

Gwendolyn nodded, that searing heat back with a vengeance and pressing against her heart. 

“And do you remember when I told you that Edmund used to have to—“

She cut off and Gwendolyn threaded their fingers together, nodded as she cupped Mildred’s cheek with her other hand. 

“I remember, darling. I remember everything.”

Mildred leaned into her hand, eyes dropping shut against tears that fell too fast and too hard against her cheeks. And when Gwendolyn reached out to swipe them with her thumb, Mildred bit into her lip and her fingers tapped over Gwendolyn’s jacket, pushing and pricking and letting out all of her nervous energy. 

“I never had a Halloween. Edmund nor I. Not until we got to their house. Sometimes, at the old houses, we would sneak a chocolate from the kitchen or go to the local store, and Edmund would distract the cashier while I grabbed a candy bar or two. I would hide them in my coat, under my bed, beneath a floorboard. Anywhere, as long as no one would find them. And then we would share them, deep into the night. Save them for those bad days where the future seemed impossible. Just for a piece of hope.”

Gwendolyn barely moved, barely breathed. Tried as hard as she could to keep herself still and let Mildred get everything out. 

“When she told me... that I got to dress up? I was elated. I was finally going to get to be a normal little girl. I was finally going to feel special. Pretty.”

“Mildred...” Gwendolyn murmured, thumb tracing her cheekbone almost against her will. 

But Mildred only shook her head, patting Gwendolyn’s jacket with a sad smile and moving towards the couch. 

She sat down effortlessly, just like she always did, and Gwendolyn had to physically stop herself from going into that deep introspective place, where she wondered and worried and wanted to understand just how someone so broken could seem so perfectly composed day after day, year after year. 

Impossible. 

Gwendolyn hadn’t realized she had hesitated until Mildred whispered her name, eyes wide and pleading as she pulled her knees to her chest and burrowed herself down into the corner of the couch. 

But then she snapped back to reality, to Mildred’s hand reaching for her and tears clouding her eyes with unasked pleas. 

Sit with me. Stay with me. Don’t leave me when I love you like this. 

Gwendolyn’s fingers were threading with hers in an instant, sitting down opposite her on the couch and holding her hand between them. Thumb brushing lightly over her wrist. But she didn’t dare pull Mildred closer. Not yet. She needed space to breathe if she was going to finish this. 

“I did feel pretty, you know. That first time.” Mildred’s chin wobbled, but she held her composure, nails digging just a bit too hard into Gwendolyn’s hand. “She came to my room with the biggest, kindest smile I can remember. Dressed me up in a beautifully simple white nightgown and sat me down at the vanity and brushed my hair.”

Her fingers came up and touched the neat little bun at the base of her neck, delicately, like she could still feel the woman’s hands threading through it. 

“I looked like a perfect little doll,” Mildred whispered, and suddenly Gwendolyn felt tears in her own eyes. Because oh this woman. This poor little girl trapped inside of a fully formed human. Still so broken and wanting and needy, grabbing for anything and everything to hold herself still and hold herself together. 

It had taken too long, but Gwendolyn had found the vulnerable little bird fluttering around in Mildred’s heart, almost too weak to fly anymore. Her hope almost extinguished. The darkness of those cages she had placed around it enough to suffocate the fragile thing and stop its wings from beating. 

And yet here she was. Never stopping. Never giving up, no matter how impossible life seemed. So strong and optimistic and brave from such a young age. Gwendolyn didn’t think she could have done it. Not when she was that little, focusing on things that seemed so trivial now, like school and friends and trick or treating— 

A knot twisted in Gwendolyn’s stomach and she cleared her throat softly, her other hand coming to cover Mildred’s. 

“We don’t have to do anything today,” Gwendolyn tried softly. “I am so sorry. I had no idea.”

But to her surprise, Mildred shook her head. “No, it’s not that— I want to dress up, Gwendolyn. I want to have the Halloween that I never got as a child. I want to do it because you want to do it. And I think... I think it could be fun.”

And just like that, it happened again. Gwendolyn was completely surprised by this woman. Shocked and flipped on her head and completely lost. Completely in awe. 

“You do?” She asked softly, afraid to scare her off, afraid to push her too hard and trigger something and hurt her in any way, however unintentional. 

But Mildred only nodded, a small smile playing across her lips. 

Gwendolyn was across the couch in a second, bundling Mildred up in her arms. And Mildred broke. Just like that. The tears came hard and fast and then she was clinging to Gwendolyn, fingers gripped so tightly into her arm that there would absolutely be bruises tomorrow. But Gwendolyn hardly noticed. All she comprehended was this enigma before her, so raw and open and vulnerable after closing herself off so many times, after shutting so many people out. She always let Gwendolyn in. She always tried. Somehow, after Gwendolyn had been shot, everything had changed. She was softer, she put so much effort into every decision that she made.  

Gwendolyn could see the way she constantly warred with herself. Could see it behind her eyes or in the little way her fingers would pick at her sleeve or pull at the seam of the couch or fidget on her fork when they ate. 

But no matter what happened, no matter how closed off she seemed, Mildred always tried, and she was opening up, slower and slower. Bit by bit. 

Mildred gasped against her chest and Gwendolyn cooed at her, stroking her hair so softly it could have been glass. She pressed kisses anywhere she could reach, her hair or her temple or her cheek. And eventually Mildred’s breathing steadied out.

She huffed out long breaths as her fingers loosened on Gwendolyn’s arms and then she was skimming them down, across, over her shoulders. Pulling Gwendolyn into a proper hug. 

“I want to do this for you...” Mildred whispered, and Gwendolyn’s heart skipped a beat.

“We don’t have to, darling. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. We can go upstairs and I can get a bottle of wine and we can have a nice night in—“

And this time it was Mildred who shushed her, pulling back to look her in the eye. 

“I want to. I want to at least try.” 

Gwendolyn found herself nodding at the sincerity of Mildred’s gaze. The soft, pliable way her words came out of her. So honest. 

“Alright.”

And Mildred smiled again. This time bigger. Wider. Her tongue peeked out behind her teeth and her eyes crinkled at the corners. 

“Good.”

And Gwendolyn found herself beaming, in spite of everything. 

“Good.”

~~~ 

It hadn’t taken long to get her upstairs and sat in the vanity chair. Hadn’t taken long to convince her to unpin the bottom of her hair and let it fall loose around her shoulders. 

It had taken a bit of convincing for Mildred to put on the dress Gwendolyn had bought for her, black and velvet and just a bit shorter than it should have been. 

It had taken even more convincing to get her into the fishnet stockings, Mildred looking at her like she had three heads before Gwendolyn smirked and laid them out on the bed, an idea forming. 

Gwendolyn had left her there with a small kiss to her lips, pulling her costume on quickly in the bathroom and fluffing out her curls. And when she returned, witch’s hat in hand, Mildred’s mouth practically fell open. And suddenly she didn’t seem to have an issue with the stockings, as long as Gwendolyn was kissing up her leg as she pulled them on for her. 

After that it had been easy. The heels, the little black ribbon tied around her throat. And Mildred even ducked her head with a small smirk as Gwendolyn set the cat-eared headband atop her head, careful to mind her pins and her curls and not to pull anything too tight. 

She had placed Mildred in front of the vanity mirror, pressing soft kisses to her neck as Mildred admired herself. 

“See? You’re beautiful.”

Mildred had scoffed, shaking her head and lowering her gaze, but Gwendolyn was right there, reaching around her and tilting her chin back up and turning Mildred’s head to the side so that she could kiss her properly. 

“You’re stunning.”

The doorbell rang before Gwendolyn could get Mildred’s dress off, as heated as the kiss had gotten, and Mildred had giggled as Gwendolyn huffed and fussed over her hair and her hat, trying to get it into something presentable after Mildred’s hands had torn through it like a lifeline. 

But as frustrated as Gwendolyn had been with all of that, cursing herself for picking out such a risqué dress for Mildred and for getting her into those tights when she would have to wait the entire night to get her to herself, everything melted away the second Mildred opened the front door. 

Gwendolyn was just at the base of the stairs, stopping in her tracks as Mildred’s eyes widened and she took a small step back, almost twenty kids piled on their doorstep. 

But instead of yelling “trick or treat”, they all stood silent, eyes big as saucers as they stared at her. And then one girl, no more than seven or eight, spoke up. 

“Wow... you’re beautiful.”

Mildred stiffened for a moment, glancing back at Gwendolyn for reassurance. But Gwendolyn only smiled, brow raised as she dared Mildred to question the child. 

And then Mildred beamed, reaching over to the credenza and grabbing the bowl of candy Gwendolyn had set out. She let out a soft “thank you” before dropping candy in the little girl’s bag, in each of the bags, one by one, complimenting the children’s costumes like she had done this a million times. 

And somehow, when Mildred waved goodbye and shut the door and set the candy bowl down, turning to face Gwendolyn with the biggest smile in the universe plastered across her face, almost dazed by the compliment and the experience and the normalcy of it all, Gwendolyn thought that they might just share a million more Halloweens after all. 

And that might just be the best thing in the world. 

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Couldn’t stop writing once I started so I finished it in one sitting, who wants part ix of I Know You’re Thinking About It?

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Honey, I Love You

Pairing: Cordelia Goode x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re Cordelia’s wife, and unfortunately your mother in law - and Supreme - Fiona Goode isn’t happy about your relationship.

The blonde woman held her lit cigarette between two gloved fingers, dressed in a black dress that hugged her body tightly.

“You see, my daughter has always been my biggest disappointment,” She started after a minute of silently contemplating you, the harsh words making you furrow your eyebrows as you looked up at her from the place where you sat on one of the kitchen’s chair. “Cordelia has so much potential, but here she is,” She waved one nonchalant hand towards the white walls of the Academy that surrounded you as if she couldn’t quite believe that Cordelia would’ve settled for a quiet life in a place like this.

You took one breath in, trying to keep your expression as neutral as possible while under the scrutinizing gaze of Fiona Goode herself.

This was between her and Cordelia, you had no use telling your Supreme - and, unfortunately, mother in law - off for the things she was saying to you, no matter how much you hated every word she spoke with a seething rage as she insisted on offending the woman you love.

“I can see potential in you, too, but I must admit that this particular thing going on between you two doesn’t please me in the slightest.” Great way to say just how much she doesn’t like the fact that you’re with her daughter, such a nice person she is to her family. “You hold her back.”

Yeah, Y/N, she really is out here telling you just how your potential doesn’t matter because you hold your wife back from achieving her full potential. This woman is never around her daughter, this is the first time you’re meeting her after five years of being with Cordelia, and this is one of the first things she decides to tell you.

“Is that so?” You drawl in a disinterested voice, already feeling tired of her bullshit. Fiona’s eyes narrowed in response as she looked down at you with such a dangerous glint in her eyes that it had you uncomfortably leaning farther away from her in your chair, knowing of her awful habit of throwing witches against the walls in rage.

She pressed the cigarette against the clean counter without minding about the way she was dirtying the white piece of furniture. “Listen here, little witch-”

“What is happening here?” The soft voice of your girlfriend interrupted what looked like some very terrifying threat, glaring at her mother and looking like she knew exactly what was about to happen.

Fiona chuckled lowly, turning around to smirk at her daughter without giving much mind about being caught giving you a warning. “I was just having a conversation with Miss Y/N here, but we can talk later.”

Cordelia arched one eyebrow, watching her mother leave with disapproving eyes. You sighed in relief once the Supreme was out of sight, leaning your head back against the chair.

It was mentally and physically exhaustive to be in the same room as Fiona Goode.

Now you understood exactly why Cordelia would rather you never meet the woman.

“What did she tell you?” Cordelia inquired, approaching your tired form with worry in her bright eyes.

You look up at her, hooking two fingers in the waistband of her pants and using them to pull her closer. “She thinks I hold you back from achieving your full potential.”

You speak with a mocking tone, way too confident in your relationship with your wife to fall for the words of a woman that clearly did not approve of this marriage and would say anything to ruin it. However, contrary to you, Cordelia seems to take it a little more seriously than you did.

“You don’t believe this, do you?” Your favorite witch scoffs exasperatedly, frowning. “You could never hold me back. Never. You make me stronger, you make me want to be better, you know that, right?”

Your eyes widen in surprise at the small outburst of her feelings, surprised to see just how much something that didn’t bother you at all had Cordelia so worked up.

“Of course I do, Delia.” Your hand slips away from her pants to, instead, intertwine your fingers together as you held her hand, softening your voice to reassure her. Against your skin, you fell the cold touch of the wedding ring that never left her finger, and you lean in to kiss her ringed finger with reverence. “What she says doesn’t matter, I know better than believing her words.”

Cordelia sighed. “She insists that the way I live is a mistake.” The blonde huffs, shaking her head. “But I love you, you make me the happiest woman alive.”

She didn’t have to say it again for you to believe it. Cordelia’s words were the truth for you always, you trusted your wife with your whole being without ever doubting her, Cordelia meant the world to you.

You smile, pulling her down by the hand until she bends over to kiss you, pouring in this one touch all of your feelings for her. “I love you, too.”

Such a shame Fiona couldn’t let go of her resolve.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ratched (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gwendolyn Briggs/Mildred Ratched Characters: Gwendolyn Briggs, Mildred Ratched (Ratched) Additional Tags: Semi Public Sex, not really all that explicit, top Gwendolyn Summary:

While at the party for the patients before Gwendolyn is shot, what if things went a little bit different?