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joonsy2k · 1 year

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★ pairings - Jimin x Fem!Reader

★ genre - smut , fluff.

★ summary - You were always told tales of a being that watched over you while you slept, you never knew that this being had an infatuation with you and would one day visit you in your dreams.

★ warnings - Dom!Jimin, Sub!Reader, somnophilia ( kind of ig ), Jimin being obsessive, dirty talk, lotta praise, use of angel, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex ( don't be silly wrap your willy ), riding, not proof read, spelling mistakes ( i'm dyslexic )

Jimin had been watching you ever since he could remember. He would frequently stand in the dark shadows of your room, watching as you drifted into peaceful slumbers that he had granted to you. Sometimes, he even dared to venture into the deepest parts of your mind, into your dreams.

He never got too close, it wasn't his place to interfere in your dreams but from afar he would add his own touch to your dreams, add things that would make you smile, and he always kept the nightmares away.

That was his job, to protect you from all the things that could possibly hurt you, wether it was in a dream state or not,

One day though, he ventured too far. He came too close to you.

When you were younger your mother had told you stories of a being who watched over everyone as they slept, a being who protected people from their own minds horrors. She called him the sandman.

It was a comfort to you when you were a child but as you grew older it began to sound like an old wives tale and your belief in the sandman dimished to just a story your mother told you to help you sleep at night.

Until one cold night when you were older, tucked up in your bed as you drifted into an uneasy sleep. Pictures of dark figures haunted your mind that night, watching you from dark corners of your apartment, you had felt the world closing in on you but you were pulled out, stolen a way by what you thought was a guardian angel.

The images plaguing your mind were wiped away with one swipe of your guardian angels hand and were replaced by bright walls, soft carpeted floors and a window where the moon shone onto the silk bedspread. It was your childhood home, your safeplace where you could be free from the horrors of the world.

Your guardian angel laid you down and tucked you in, tender fingers brushed over the loose strands of hair covering your pale face, the gentleness felt so real. You knew you were in a dream but some part of you wished and prayed that this was real, that this was happening.

"I'll always be here to protect you, my angel." The voice sounded distant. You felt a pair of soft lips press against your forehead and as you opened your eyes you were met with the sight of your dreary bedroom back in your lonely apartment, you were alone but you could still feel the ghost like feeling of soft lips on your temple.

You knew then, the sandman was not just a story from you were little. He was real and you knew, he was always watching over you.

The subway was full but what did you expect? Coming home this late at night it was bound to be full of drunkards and business men on their way home from their late working jobs.

And then there was you, coming home from a horrific blind date that your friend had set you up on. You thought this one would be different but once again, you were wrong.

You had at least expected to get something out of the date. Maybe you would bring the guy home, you'd fool around and then in the morning he would leave like nothing had ever happened but no, your friend had set you up with some low class lawyer who couldn't take his eyes off of your waitress's ass.

So, you had make up an excuse to leave early and now here you were, tugging down your low cut dress to hide your ass from peering drunkards, you were not that desperate.

The train ride home felt like hours long but eventually you were trudging up the lobby stairs to your shitty one bedroom apartment.

You kicked off your shoes as soon as you were inside and headed straight to your bedroom, well not before leaving a small bowl of milk by your living room window for the stray cat that visited every night.

After changing into your night clothes you laid on your bed, legs spread and laptop at the ready. If some blind date wasn't going to satisfy you, you were sure going to satisfy yourself.

You scrolled and scrolled until you found the perfecr vidoe, pressing play and slipping your hands into your pants. The sound of moans and groans filled your room and you pumped one finger in and out of you slowly..

But it wasn't enough even as you neared your orgasm you felt a pit in your stomach and it wasn't the good kind. Your ending was not a happy one and with an exsaperated sigh you shut down your laptop and burried under duvet, core still throbbing with an unfinished arrival.

You tossed and turned in your bed, peaceful sleep was so far but eventually your mind went blank and you were shrouded by darkness, sleeping at last.

Jimin thought you looked so angelic as you slept, he couldn't help but sit beside you, hand running down the curves of your hip.

He had watched you struggle to reach your climax but he was here now, Jimin knew that he was the only one who could satisfy your needs. He was the only one who could look after you and it pained him to see that you felt the need to chase after men who would never be what you needed.

You stirred in your sleep when his hands reached the waistline of your trousers, your eyes fluttering open to be greeted with a smiling Jimin, his eyes crinkling upwards.

Launching backwards caused him to land on his knees on your lumpy matress, hand coming forward to caress your cheek.

"Hey, don't be scared, It's me, just trying to look after you, angel." His touch felt so familiar, so comforting and so right. His fingers snuck into your panties, dancing over your wet folds "Told you i would always look after you, didn't I?"

With widened eyes, you finally recognised the face in front of you, you didn't know his name but you knew that this was the man, or being, who had saved you from that terrible nightmare years ago. The one who had soothed you back to sleep with a simple kiss, the man whose hands were now rubbing gently and your delicate clit.

Slowly, you relaxed under his fingers "There you go, you remember now, don't you?" Jimin grinned, he knew you felt safe with him, he could tell by the way you shuddered at his touch and the way you didn't fight to move his hand, you were enjoying this.

"How does that feel?" He questioned, fingers speeding up to rub circular patterns on your clit as his free hand rubbed the side of your face.

"Feels so good.." You muttered, the question of asking his name hanging off of your tongue.

"Jimin." The man in question answered.

His face moved closer to yours, lips trapping yours in a sweet kiss. He tasted oddly like you expected the night would taste, you couldn't fully describe it but it felt like a thousand stars were dancing on your lips that caused your mind to go hazy.

With his teeth enveloping your bottom lip with a small nip, your back arched, stomach swirling with butterflies. You squirmed under Jimin's touch.

"Uh uh, stay still for me, angel." The once soothing grip on your hip was now replaced by Jimin's firm grip, holding your hip in place to stop you from squirming "Don't cum just yet, ok."

You whined aloud when his fingers slipped out of your panties, leaving you feeling awfully cold and tense without the release you were so close to, it made him chuckle to see how desperate he made you feel.

He crawled on top of you. His midnight hair fell over his face covering those dark eyes that you swore were full of stars glinting in the moon light from your window, with one swift motion he had grabbed your wrist and moved it over to his erection, he moved your hand to rub over his pants.

"You feel that?" He let out a soft sigh at your touch "That's all for you, all for my angel." His words made you weak and you fumbled to undo the buttons of his jeans, the zipper slipping out of your hands.

A sweet laughter filled your ears, the dark haired boy moved to pin your wrists above your head, thumb rubbing at the soft skin. His free hand pulled down his own zipper in one swift motion, pulling his pants down and throwing them to some forgotten corner of your room. Then, he did the same with his shirt and then your clothes were thrown away.

"Please, need you." He stroked the tip of his cock against your sensitive clit, teasing you before his hands laced into yours and his hips thrust to bury himself deep inside of you with a small hiss.

You shuffled underneath him. He was bigger than you expected and your walls strechted to accomodate his size. It took you a moment but his slow thrusts soon helped you to adjust.

His lips met yours again, he moaned into your mouth, tongue swiping at your lower lip.

Your mouth fell open in a soft moan as he gripped your hips "Been waiting to fuck you for so long." Jimin mumbled almost breathlessly.

His thrusts were painfully slow and you pulled away from his lips, head falling backwards onto your pillow "Too slow, faster, please Jimin, please."

You felt the tip of his cock nudge at your g-spot, his lips curving to a smile that you felt on your, his tongue darting out to lick a small stripe up to his ear where he whispered "So desperate for me," his hips snapped forward, pushing your legs up to your chest allowed his thrusts to speed up considerably "No one else can fuck you like this, can they?" His jaw clenched.

Your lack of an answer must have annoyed him because he delivered a harsh slap to your ass that caused you to whine "You're the only one who can fuck me like this," your back arched as he continuesly hit your g-spot.

"That's it," Jimin reached down to between your legs, rubbing at your clit again. Your core clenched around him, eyes watering. You could feel that so familiar knot begin to build up in your stomach and clearly Jimin sensed it too "You close, angel? cum for me, c'mon."

Your body trembled as your orgasm washed over, fingers tangling into Jimin's hair, biting down hard on your bottom lip. You were surprised that you didn't draw blood.

Jimin's thrusts started to falter and it was apparent that he was also close and soon enough he spilt his seed inside of you, his head dropping into the crook of your neck with a shaky breath "Fuck." He muttered.

For a while you both stayed there, wrapped in each others arms until you felt your eyelids become heavy, you let out a yawn and Jimin rose from his position.

Jimin grabbed your bed covers, tucking them up beneath chin, he stroked your hair from your face and for the second time in your life, pressed his lips against the temple of your head.

"I will always look after you," he mumbled to your sleeping form "my angel." and with that.. he was gone

You woke up from your dream state with the feeling of his lips still on your forehead just like before.

Jimin was gone for now but you knew, you would see him again.

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honestlyobsessed · 24 days

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I have yet to see a crossover with these two:

#save rise of the tmnt #2012 tmnt #2012 karai #rise karai #tmnt meme #rottmnt #gremlin energy #tmnt crossover #fan fic requests #memez

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kakashiislut · 1 year

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This was supposed to be a request, but I messed it all up :( and now it’s gone so I’m going to summarize it :( I’m sorry!!

So Kratos and F!Reader meet some where randomly and become friends, along with that, Reader is a single mother (I’m sure it was a daughter!) and reader slowly becomes a motherly figure for Atreus and they start a lil family :( (of course Mimir is the second dad)!

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I’m so sorry I messed up something as simple as a request :/ I’m gonna try and make this awesome. :( I hope you guys like it, I’ve been struggling with writing, cause nothing seems to want to come out no matter how hard I try. <3

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Warnings: barely suggestive themes, we all know Kratos is hot, fluff and friendship, family themes.

Authors Note: I had this draft for like a couple of weeks and just started finishing it now. I tried making it like a full story, but I kinda suck with those now. I’m sorry the writing style just changed half way through it 💀

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Our Family~ Kratos & Motherly!Reader

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Breathing relaxed, feet below your shoulders, elbow back and straight. Stare at your target, you don’t want the deer to suffer, you want one clean, quick shot to its lungs, heart or brain. You chose heart, quick and easy, the deer won’t feel a thing. It was grazing on the nature below its feet, suckiling up flowers, grass and probably some bugs along the way. It was beautiful, it’s tail flared wildly in the wind, back legs stepping back and forth. The deer was happy….but you where hungry.

Drawing the bow string back just a bit more, you where ready to let go when it’s head snapped up “what-“ out of shock, you let go causing the arrow to sore through the air and hit the poor animal in its throat, it dropped quick, falling towards you. Another arrow? No, the deer wasn’t injured before…

Quickly reaching for another arrow, you scooped the area out. No one. The wind seemed to be silent all of a sudden, the only noise to be heard was the deer frailing and crying, before it eventually stopped. The arrow below it snapped, waste of an arrow.

You almost left it. The deer of course. With half an arrow still lodged in its neck, blood pooled on the floor and trailed towards your feet. You stared at the thick crimson, even it’s blood was perfect. But you can’t, you have to not only feed yourself, but her.

“Hmmm”

What? Shooting your head back up, you where met with a behemoth of a man. Easily 100 ft tall and 10000 pounds. The marks on his body color matched the blood the deer gave to the earth. He was as pale as snow, yet as intimidating as fire. He reached down, easily turning the deer over and examining the arrow you shot into its neck. His eyes glossed over yours. He just stared.

It’s not that you where weak….you can hold a damn good fight…but with him? No! He would destroy you, you felt like you where crumbling just by his gaze. “I shot it first!”STUPID. Why is that the first thing you think of!!! “Not very Well…” his voice seemed to boom in the silence of the forest. A murder of crows squawked loudly as they flew from various tree branches. Even they where afraid.

“Excuse you,” Putting on your mother face, you where almost gonna lecture him. Letting out a sigh, you spoke again “I have a kid…even if that means half- or even less then half, I’ll take it. You can have the rest!” Your eyes went soft, it was getting hard finding deers and other sorts of animal large enough to feed you and your daughter recently. You couldn’t just let her starve.

“Hmmm”

What? Does he only fucking respond with grunts and moans? Who is this man and why is he built like a Greek statue. Taking slow steps, you step over the blood, cautiously. You had thrown your arrow in your satchel and slung the bow across your chest. It was a pretty bow, just like you, reader <3 (breaking the fourth wall, my bad)

He kneeled down, took his knife and stabbed the deer in the side of its stomach.

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Slugging half a deer over your shoulder wasn’t as bad as you thought. Being able to have half -of what you rightfully shot- made you a little excited. A little pep in your step, you knocked 3 times on your door and waited. No answer. Smiling proudly, you knocked 4 times and a good second later, the door slowly opened and just below the handle, a little girl stood.

“Mama!” Pulling her body from behind the door, she ran out to hug your legs. “Go inside, honey, this deer is heavy” nodding her head quickly, she ran inside and pulled the door fully open. Hitting the snow off your boots, you dropped the deer by the door on a cloth sheet.

You rushed to wash your hands as quick as you could, you wouldn’t want to stain the poor girl with the deers blood. Swooping around, you picked your five year old up and swarmed her face with kisses. “MY LITTLE BABYYY” you cooed loudly, “Mama’s so proud of you, you’ve been listening so well to me”

Your daughter let out of a cheery laugh, smile capturing her entire face. She always smiled like her father…

“Where’s the deers legs, mama?” She pointed over at the animal after you placed her down on her feet. “Baby…I met the strangest man…”

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You didn’t think you’d meet him again, Really. Well without the boy who took you to him, you wouldn’t have seen him ever again. Ever.

“You saved my life…thank you” Atreus, was his so called name. He stepped on some thin ice and WAS going to fall to his death before you swooped down and caught his wrist.

He had taken you back to his father, wanting to thank you with some stew from a deer he was supposed to hunt and take back.

I mean, he got the hunting part easily done. The taking it back to his home? Not that easy.

His dad seemed a little weary at first, mad even. You understood it though, who just takes a stranger to their home to have some dinner after saving their life. Even women can be dangerous.

He was mad until:

“Oh my head! Is that you? Y/N? Oh my, I never thought I’d see you again!”

“Mimir?…MIMIR! By the gods- what happened to you-? Where is your…” your eyes trailed down to the head on a pillow, he had no body…infact…he barely had a neck.

“Body…” you mumbled the last part…probably a sensitive topic. “Oh…about that..” he seemed to snicker awkwardly, if he could rub the back of his neck, he would.

“Did Odin finally betray you?” You questioned, cautiously stepping up to rub at his horns. “Oh I miss your hands. If only we could dance again” he smiled up at you.

“And yes…yes he did. Speaking of Odin…I apologize, Y/N…for choosing him over our friendship.” His eyes trailed over to the big guy. “Kratos, don’t be afraid, it’s just Y/N…an old friend”

“I am not afraid.”

Kratos huh….he’s handsome. Super handsome. The downwards tilt of his nose was enticing. The way his traps and biceps where built….it was incredible. Not only that, but he had amazing boobs- I mean pecs. He had amazing pecs. His thighs where huge, almost like they could squeeze a mountain between them. Or maybe me- STOP. No horny thoughts.

“Hi…I’m Y/N” you offered your hand, back perched up proudly. “Do you remember me? We both shot that deer and we split it in half. Well I mean you! You split it in half; with a very small knife in fact- it was impressive actually, I couldn’t have-“

“I do remember you.”

“Ok…”

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You never thought you’d spend that much time with them.

“MORE MORE! ATREUS MORE!” You daughter squealed, arms Infront of her while Atreus flew her through the air like an eagle. He ran around the cabin, laughing and smiling along with her.

You didn’t think you’d get that close.

“Hey! You be nicer to your father! He is trying his best to raise you into a better person! Now you go apologize and hug him. NOW!”

You didn’t think you could put on this motherly act and become one for Atreus. He listened to you. Kratos was grateful for it, thanking you in his own special way.

“Ugh i Love the ribs. I feel so special when you give them to me” you smiled, taking a bite of the deer meat.

He would often bring you gifts as thank you. He found a cool little trinket? It’s all for you now. A poem book? It’s for you to read to your daughter.

The best part? Atreus started referring to your daughter as his sister. At first it was a slip up, but when he seen your reaction only being filled with love, he really started referring to her as his little sister.

“You’re the Best Big brother ever!” She would coo at him, sitting on his lap while he would braid her hair. “And you’re the cutest little sister ever.”

He would make her the cutest toys and little pieces of clothing. He was crafty and liked to draw, and she liked to sit by him and watch. If he got into an argument with his dad, he would sit and cuddle her to relax, of course, she would scold him to go apologize. Yes, he listens to her.

It was your little family. Mimir and Kratos as the fathers. Atreus and Y/D/N as the kids. You? The scary mother that everyone cowered under….and loved. Dearly and Truly.

“Ugh look at us! Look at our family” Y/N laughed, eyes trailing over a picture that Atreus drew, “our little family. Well- Kratos isn’t so little-“

A gentle laugh was heard from Mimir. “He’s big. Like a bear.”

“Shut up.”

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thedemonofcat · 1 year

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I like the idea of Geralt and Jaskier being forced back into each other's lives post-mountain. Somehow, a situation arises and they must travel together again. Geralt made no effort to apologize for his remarks. In contrast, Jaskier feels heartbroken and angry. Since I'm a sucker for a happy ending, they eventually talk and travel together because they want to (maybe confess their love).

Please let me know if you have any recommendations for good fic with that setup.

#the witcher netflix #joey batey #jaskier the witcher #geralt of rivia #the witcher #henry cavill #the witcher jaskier #geralt x jaskier #fic ideas #geraskier #jaskier #gerskier #fan fic requests

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slightly-smarter-nat · 2 years

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I have come to you, on my knees begging, if you can please do a Natasha x Reader, who is an Avenger, where Natasha has a nightmare in the middle of the night about R dying on a mission and the last thing she remembers is Reader screaming for help. And so Natasha wakes up scared out of her mind and practically sprints and barges into R’s room to confirm that she is alive. And R flinches awake like “What the hell? What’s going on??” And then when she sees Natasha all frantic, R reassured her that everything is okay and she is okay. And that’s when feelings are revealed? And just a happy ending between the two? (I am begging you with my life if you can write this. Your writing is astounding!)

Nightmare || Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of nightmares, mentions of injury, mentions of weapons, mentions of blood, mentions of death, mentions of anxiety, mentions of a burning building. If there are any other warnings that I have missed, please let me know.

Word Count: 2972 words.

A/N: Thank you so much for your lovely words and request anon! I really appreciate it and enjoyed writing your request. Hopefully you all enjoy.

Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.

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*Italics represents the dream.

GIF not mine

Nightmare: Natasha Romanoff-

“Hello, Romanoff, are you with me?” You say as you click your fingers in front of Natasha.

Natasha is knocked out of her trance, looking towards you in confusion, “Wait, sorry what were you saying?”

You smirk in response, “I was saying this mission is going to be an easy one huh?”

Natasha looks around the Quinjet, taking in the appearance of her team, all geared up and ready to go, “Wait, we’re on a mission? I don’t recall being briefed.” She says as she studies herself, not remembering even changing into her signature Black Widow suit.

You shake your head in response as you release a laugh, “Oh Romanoff, you’re lucky you’re cute. I’ll fill you in on the details in a minute, let me just go and check on the others before we land.”

You walk away leaving Natasha to her own thoughts. She never forgets a mission briefing, it’s her job to carry out these tasks to her best potential. Everything seems wrong, almost like she’s out of the loop somehow.

She also didn’t miss the fact that you called her ‘cute’, never in her wildest dreams would she imagine you to think of her in that way; having had a crush on you since you first joined the team.

Something about this situation feels wrong, and it’s beginning to scare her.

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“Maximoff! Do you copy?” You shout, pressing on your earpiece in an attempt to retrieve a signal in response. All that fills the equipment piece is muffled voices and static.

“Damn it! Romanoff, move to my location.” You command Natasha who is only a few meters away.

Natasha searches around frantically, definitely finding it hard to remember being briefed on such a heavy mission. It has come to her understanding that the team must infiltrate a base, similar to that of the one that experimented on Pietro and Wanda Maximoff. Though she doesn’t know who’s behind the schemes from within, it’s like she’s moving from scene to scene without any choice, barely being able to keep up.

She finally spots you and runs across the blood stained snow, hiding behind a damaged piece of concrete.

“I can’t contact the team, some of them moved inside. Can you try?” You ask breathlessly as you move from your cover to fire shots at the soldiers guarding the building.

Natasha flinches at the stray bullets returning to your position, ricocheting all around her. Her fingers tremble as she attempts to get a lock on the location of her fellow team members.

You continue to protect Natasha, leaning over her to protect her from loose debris flying from the explosions surrounding you. Each blast causes Natasha to release a yelp in shock.

“Hey, Nat, it’s okay. We just need to find the team and then we can leave, keep going, I’ll cover us.” You say as you rub at her arm reassuringly before steadying yourself across the makeshift shield in your way, sending lethal shots to your enemy.

Natasha turns her gaze down to her lap, having her eyes scan each name listed on the screen of the tracking device used for dangerous team missions. She attempts to decipher each name but they appear to be jumbled, making it extremely difficult to conclude which signal belongs to each team member.

The air is filled with the sound of gunfire, making it hard for Natasha to center herself enough to concentrate.

Suddenly she hears a thud next to her, causing her to look over at you.

That’s when she notices you clutching your arm in desperation to stop it from bleeding; a stray bullet finding its way into your muscle.

Natasha scrambles across the snowy ground towards you.

You start to release grunts of pain, causing her heart to break at each one.

“Y/n/n, oh my god, It’s okay, let me help you.” Natasha lets out as she attempts to put pressure on your wound.

To her horror the blood pours out of the bullet site profusely, making its way past the gaps of her fingers, no matter how much pressure she places on you.

You scream out in pain, not coping well with your injury. The sounds of your pain causes Natasha to cry, she never wants to hear such a noise again.

You breathe heavily as you attempt to work through the sensation, “Y/n/n, look at me, come on concentrate on me okay. Copy my breathing, deep breath in, and out.”

You use your best efforts to copy Natasha’s breathing pattern, but each breath comes out rougher than the last as the pain strengthens.

You shake your head in defeat and sob, “Nat, it’s not worth it, it hurts too much!” You cry.

“I know y/n, but please try for me, I’m not losing you okay. I need you to stay for me.”

You turn your tear filled eyes to Natasha, struggling for breath as you try to calm yourself.

Before you can reply, Tony’s strained voice makes its way through both of your earpieces, “We need help, Steve’s barely conscious. We can’t carry him out of here on our own. We’re being ambushed on the lower floor.” The communication is interrupted by several static breaks, but you gather the plea.

You strain yourself to sit forward, pushing through the unbearable pain in order to rescue your team.

Natasha instantly places a hand on you, “Hey, y/n sit down, you’re in no fit state to go.”

You push her hand away as you stagger towards the building, allowing more tears to escape, “They’re my team Natasha, I have to try!” You shout back.

“Wait-“ Natasha stops herself as she notices the unusual absence of the soldiers, the field was surrounded by them, all armed. Now it’s desolate.

She looks towards you as you rush as fast as your body will allow you under your current state towards the entrance of the building.

Natasha’s body surges with worry, none of this situation feels right.

She attempts to take a step forward, but she fails to do so. Her feet feel as though they’ve been cemented to the ground.

Her breath quickens with anxiety, she needs to get to you, but her body won’t allow her to.

She grips at her thigh as she attempts to lift her leg from the invisible force surrounding it.

She cries out in frustration, as she watches forward to you placing your hand on the door handle of the building.

Natasha readies herself to scream for your attention but when she opens her mouth, no sound emerges.

She gently places her fingertips on her lips, furrowing her eyebrows in despair.

Natasha continuously tries to shout your name but each time it comes out as a gentle whisper, practically making her mute.

She once more attempts to move forward but falls onto the ground, releasing a grunt from the impact.

By the time she has looked up, you’ve disappeared into the building.

Not even a second passes before the entire building is ignited in flames.

Natasha releases a sob, knowing her team mates are trapped in there and there’s nothing she can do about it. Her eyes widen in fear as she sees the raging flames rip through the structure.

Her earpiece releases a sound, “Help! Natasha help me, please, save me Natasha!”

The sound being your desperate cries for help as the fire claims you.

Natasha cries as she has to listen to her loved ones die, and watch the scene unfold in front of her.

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Natasha shoots up from her bed, drenched in sweat. Intaking as much breath as she can in such a small amount of time.

She’s on the verge of having a panic attack, clutching her chest to ease the pain of her heart working in overdrive.

Her muscles ache from the tension trapped within them, she looks around her room, attempting to ground herself from the horrors that filled her mind seconds ago.

That’s when her thoughts land on you, “Y/n.” She whispers.

Instantly, Natasha throws her bed covers from her body and sprints for her bedroom door, ignoring the dizzying feeling travelling throughout her body from her panic stricken experience.

She runs through the halls of the compound, screaming your name, not caring in the slightest if she wakes anyone else up- she just needs to make sure you’re okay.

She pushes her body to its maximum capabilities, compensating for the lack of speed she had in the dream.

Once she makes it to your bedroom door, she doesn’t even bother to knock and barges the door open.

The sudden noise causes you to abruptly wake up from your slumber, displaying a defensive action with your hands, “What the hell? What’s going on?!” You say as you try to conclude what was causing the commotion.

As soon as you spot Natasha sobbing her heart out in front of you, you nearly fall out of your bed as you rush over to her, “Hey, what’s up, Natasha are you okay?” You say as you gently place your hands on the side of each arm, trying to avoid startling her.

Natasha rushes into your embrace, grabbing onto your clothes harshly and begins to cry into your neck. You feel as her tears start to wet your skin, causing you to rub soothing circles on her back.

“Nat, sweetheart, you’re okay, I’ve got you, you’re safe.” You have no idea what’s happening, but you’ve never seen Natasha in such a state. You glance over to the clock, noticing it’s 3:34 am, allowing you to deduce this may be from a result of her dreams.

You grip on to her body tighter, allowing her to cry out her worries, and encasing her in a comforting environment.

You look over to your doorway and notice a very tired looking Wanda standing there rubbing her eyes. She mouths to you, ‘Is she okay?’- referring to Natasha.

You give a slight nod, signalling that you’ll make sure Natasha is okay. Wanda gives you a sympathetic smile in return and invades your mind with her own thoughts, ‘If you need me, come and get me okay.’ You smile in gratitude to her offer and mouth a ‘thank you’ back, allowing her to return to bed.

Once Wanda has gently closed your door, you notice Natasha’s cries have stopped. Her heavy breaths are planted in the crook of your neck.

You gently pull Natasha back by her shoulders, noticing as she tries to avoid your gaze, ‘Nat, it’s okay, you can tell me what happened, I won’t judge. I’m here for you.”

She slowly looks up at you, eyes red and glimmering with tears making your heart melt.

She sniffles, as she removes her hands from you and starts playing with her fingers as she speaks, “I had a dream, a nightmare really, that you-“ Her face scrunches in sadness, “That you died, and I just let it happen, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak. I was useless.” Natasha starts to cry again, reliving her worst nightmare.

You guide her to sit on your bed, trying to comfort her in any way you can.

You continue to rub at her back, attempting to work her through the anxiety.

Minutes later she releases a sigh and places her head in her hands, “You must think I’m pathetic, I’m so sorry for bothering you, just ignore me-“ She moves to leave but you instantly grab her hand to stop her.

“Nat, no, I don’t think that for a second. I’m so grateful that you trust me enough to come here when you’re upset. I’ll do anything I can to help you okay. I know what it's like having dreams like that Nat, they’re horrific, they feel so real. You just feel trapped in a reality you can’t escape and it stays with you in the living world too, so I get it; you’re not pathetic, you’re strong and the bravest person I know. Those are just two of the main qualities I love about you.” You move a piece of loose hair from her forehead.

“Natasha, I’m not going anywhere, I’m here with you as I’ll always be. How else can I protect my favourite person?” You say as you bend down to meet her wandering gaze.

Natasha’s heart pangs slightly, knowing your words are only coming from a friendly point of view and nothing more.

You notice her expression, “Natasha, I mean it when I say I’m here for you. That is, if you want me to be, because I know you’re the person I want in my life. To hold and protect through any situation.”

Natasha grabs your hands, breathing in a deep breath, “You’ve always been the person for me, I just didn’t want you to push me away if I asked.”

You place a finger under her chin to lift her gaze, “ I’ll never push you away. I’m here for you no matter what. I love you.” You say sincerely.

Natasha beams at your declaration, “I love you too.” She says as she places her forehead against yours.

After a moment, you pull her into a well needed hug; happy that she seems calmer.

“Okay, let's get you to bed.” You say as you move towards the other side of your room.

Natasha’s face drops, she doesn’t like the idea of being sent back to her own room, alone. She’s craving your comfort, she starts to panic until she notices you reaching into your own mini fridge to grab a small bottle of water.

You walk back towards her with a smile, handing it over. She takes it, not knowing what to do.

“My lovely, pick a side.” You say as you gesture to your bed, there was no way you were leaving Natasha alone after the dream she just had.

Natasha attempts to hide the blush in her face, happy that she gets to stay with you.

She quickly slips into your bed, opting for the left side, away from the door, knowing you’ll be there to protect her.

You slip under the blankets with Natasha on the right side of your bed, not the usual side you sleep on, but you’d give up anything for Natasha.

Natasha opens the bottle of water, taking little sips to help with the stress her body just experienced.

She feels you settle in beside her, nuzzling yourself into your pillows.

You wait for her to do the same, but she just remains with her back against the headboard.

“Are you okay?” You ask.

Natasha looks over at you sadly, “I don’t really want to go back to sleep right now, in case I fall back into the same dream.”

“Oh, um, why don’t we watch some TV. That sometimes helps me when I have a nightmare.” You reach over for your TV remote to turn it on.

“Y/n/n, I don’t want to keep you up more than I already have.” Natasha says in guilt.

“Love, I honestly want to stay up with you. I’ll stay up as long as I can to make sure you feel better. Now you pick what we watch, I don’t mind.” You say as you place the TV remote on her lap.

Natasha leans over to place a kiss on your cheek, “Thank you, I don’t deserve you.”

She picks up the remote and clutches at her water bottle.

You smile widely as you attempt to contain the excitement of Natasha kissing you.

Natasha flicks through the channels until she reaches the start again, “There’s nothing on.” She says as she continues her search.

That’s when you come up with an idea, “Okay wait here.” You say as you move to your closet and root through a box.

Natasha watches you curiously as you let out an excited ‘Yes’, making your way back to the bed once you found your desired item.

You hand Natasha a present, wrapped in black paper with a red bow. She looks at you inquisitively, awaiting your answer.

“Open it.” You say as you push the present on to her lap.

Natasha uses the brightness from the TV to work her fingers through the wrapping. She tears each piece away carefully, revealing the hidden gift inside.

She gasps in shock, “Y/n, how did you know?” She asks amazed as she picks up the entire box set- movie collection of James Bond on blu-ray.

You smile in pride, “Well, I know you love James Bond and ‘Moonraker’ is a comfort movie for you so I got you that as a Christmas gift, but I figured you’d want it now-“ You’re interrupted when Natasha places her lips on your own.

She pulls away, hugging the box set, “No one has ever bought me something so special. Thank you so much.”

You lay there shocked, taking a moment to reboot your system, having been stunned by Natasha’s kiss, “Um, what were we talking about?” You say, causing Natasha to laugh.

“Which one shall we watch?” Natasha asks as she traces her finger along each DVD binding.

“You pick, I don’t mind.” You say.

Natasha instantly removes the packaging and hands you ‘Moonraker’, causing you to smile.

You take it from her and move over to your DVD player to place the movie inside.

Once it starts to play, you settle back into bed with Natasha, opening your arms up and allowing her to snuggle into you.

“How are you feeling?” You ask.

Natasha’s sight is fixated on the screen, “I’m feeling the best I have in years. I feel safe for once. You’re my safe place y/n/n.”

You give Natasha a gentle squeeze on her arm as you glance back to the screen, “You’re my safe place too Nat, you always will be”.

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dean-samw67 · 3 months

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Y'all I need more sapphic shit on my blog now that I've come out as a lesbian. I need requests for the girlies I've put in my request list. I'll still be working on my requests I have for the lovely fictional men but I need to throw in some gay shit pleaseeee

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cluz1babe · 4 months

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My favourite toy broke! I need our Eddie!

#eddie smut #eddie munson #fan fic requests

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beastweaver · 1 year

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Please, I am begging the Lifeweaver fandom, may I please have some Lifeweaver/OC fan fics that are NOT /Reader fics.

I just wanna read a really indulgent fic where Lifeweaver falls in love with somebody's highly specific and niche original character that is that character and not the reader.

I don't want to date Lifeweaver.

I want to read about Lifeweaver falling in love with someone (or multiple someones).

#Lifeweaver #niran pruksamanee #overwatch 2 #ow2 #fan fiction #fan fic requests #shipping #come on people set your ocs free #indulgent oc fic #original character

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ella10pythonissam · 2 years

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Some of my favourite klaroline fanfics:

On fanfiction.net:

Talking with the eyes, by Alexis.CursedMoon

Pieces, by Alexis.CursedMoon

Baby Wolf, by Alexis.CursedMoon

Christmas Miracle, by Sci-Fi Christian

The Photographer and the Lonely Artist, by ALost Heart

Lost in the sea, by Marianita195

The Only Hope For Me Is You, by livingdeadblondequeen

Oh My Love, by ZebraBow

Therapy, by The-Passionate-Sun

Stone Cold Silence, by parummortem

Monsters Under the Bed, by wanderlustfaery

Halloween, by wanderlustfaery

Klaus, Caroline, and an Egg, by Tonight.At.Noon

Of Muffins and Men, by prettypinklips

The Lady And The King, by LoveOblivious

I'll be there for you, by All about Klaroline

By my side, by NJBC Gal

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, by clangwee

Klaroline family drabbles, by xKlaroStylesx

Home, by Angelikah

You are my light în the dark, by SelenaKat

My Littlest Wolf, by Paroma

Can't Go Back, by RosalynGlass

What Could Have Been, by TNaPKI

1491, by Klaristar

Always and Forever, by Winged Lady Colette

On Ao3:

Free Cookies, by honestgrins

Flower in the Wasteland, by honestgrins

Choosing You Was Everything, by Beautifulsoulheart

The World Is Still Turning, by mikaelzman (it's not about them in this one, but they were married and raised Hope, Lizzie and Josie kind of together)

Talking with the eyes, by Alexis_lupus567

Pieces, by Alexis_lupus567

Baby Wolf, by Alexis_lupus567

Lord Niklaus, by captaintranduiloki

"I'm glad you came.", by GNM_dreaming_girl

Which Road, by LaLainaJ

#klaroline fanfiction #caroline and klaus #klaus and caroline #klaus mikaelson #klaroline #tvd klaus #caroline forbes #fan fic writing #fanfiction #fan fic requests #fanfic #fic rec #fan fic blog #fiction #the mikaelsons #the vampire diaries #the originals #tvd universe #klaroline fic

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uptoolateart · 1 year

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Step 1: Download a million fan fics and add them to my Kindle. Check!

Step 2: Figure out where to read first....

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frisbs · 1 year

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Fic requests anyone?

I can write:

Moon Knight (any characters from the show)

Winter Solider, Bucky Barnes

Platonic or healthy canon relationships

Fluff

The darkest depths of angst

I haven’t done fic requests before but fan fiction was always my first love and I’m trying to refocus on writing that brings me fun rather than the cruel world of literary submissions.

P.S. I’m not going to accept anything I can’t handle sensitively. I am fine writing most stuff but not if it seems to promote unhealthy thinking around it. For followers I will put all content under the cut & tag accordingly.

#moon knight #moon knight fic #requests #fan fic #fan fic requests #winter soldier #bucky barnes #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #layla al faouly #khonshu #harrow #yes I'll even psychoanalyze harrow for you if you want #writing

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kakashiislut · 1 year

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Can we get more kratos PLS I don't have any prompts but JUT MORE KRATOS :)pls (maybe smut 😏)

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I love the “I don’t have any prompts but” BAHAHA same same, sometimes I just wanna read more of a certain character lol. I’m just gonna write some random stuff!

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Warnings: talks about sex, cock, kissing. Some fluff and some Nsfw. Overall the bestest boy gets the bestest treatment. GN!Reader & No Proof Read.

Authors Note: not much to say besides that I didn’t read over this, so can ya plzs hint out stuff that don’t make sense? Thanks!

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NSFW & SFW Kratos Drabble! Kratos x GN!Reader

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Kratos, but he waits for you to eat first before he starts. Waiting at the table until you’re comfy enough to start putting food in your mouth.

Kratos, but he often places his elbow on the top of your head. Even if you’re not that much shorter then him, he still will plop it onto your head.

Kratos who tries his best to not stomp on flowers that he finds pretty. He comes home bearing one small flower as a gift. It’s pretty like you.

Kratos who starts to slowly express how he feels. Giving you short answers that help build your relationship more.

“I don’t like how that thing stares at me.”

*Points to tiny mushroom creature while making an upset face*

Kratos who is trying his best to be a better husband to you. Along with being a better husband, a better father and friend.

Kratos who gets kinda shy when you push your head up to kiss him while he’s Fucking into you. The way your moans escape into his mouth catches him off guard.

Kratos who lets you jerk him off while laying in bed together. Please stroke the tip and put some pressure on it.

Kratos who finds it so sexy when you show independence and fierceness. He wants to see you stand up for yourself and cockily yell at people.

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I feel like he’s the type to sit back and watch you do your thing. Undress, take off jewelry, wash up and dress up. Of course, before you dress up, you have to straddle his lap, kiss him and gently grind your hips down on him.

He’ll do whatever you want, please ask him nicely. He wants to serve you, wants to eat you, devour your aura whole. He’s yours. Built for you. Shaped for you. He loves your teeth. The way they leave bite marks on him.

He finds it absolutely cruel when you stop, get up, get dressed and lay in bed. Eyes waiting for him. He doesn’t know if he should get up, rip your clothes off and fuck you until the bed breaks. No no, he can’t, Atreus is here.

Or maybe he should lay by you, leaving soft kisses and whispering sweet nothings into your skin. Rub his beard into your neck while you reach over and hold his hand. His big, old hands.

He told Mimir that gods don’t take naps, but he gets so tired around you. He wants to sleep and cuddle you. Wants to dream by you, if that’s even possible for him at this point. He’s old and worn out. You’re just so…perfect.

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