#thank you nonie I really loved this prompt

[thefandomthings]

Hello! I have a request for you prompt event! May I request OM!Simeon with the prompt 10.?

Thank you in advance!

❝𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲❞

Fluff Prompt #10: "You're really fucking cute when you are jealous."

Pairing: Simeon x Gn!reader

Warnings: Cursing, Fluff

Notes: I wasn't sure which #10 so I went with the fluff prompt #10! Second request of the prompt event, so happy that people are participating! Thank you for the request nony! I apologize if he is OOC I've been written for him before.

Prompt event

Simeon is a calm person, very simple and very old fashioned. He loves you with all of his heart; he will shamelessly admit he stays up thinking about you and how beautiful you are.

Even as an angle, he can't help but be a little jealous of those who have your full attention. Watching the way your kind eyes look at the person with such interest, making them feel wanted and heard.

He loves you for how attentive and caring you are, but it also doesn't sit right with how the person is looking at you; like you hung the stars. That's how he's supposed to look at you, but to him you hung the whole universe. The heavens don't come close to how bright you shimmer in the darkest of nights.

Simeon casually strolls over to the two of you, his gloved hand coming to rest on the small of your back, fingers gently pressing into your soft, clothed flesh. You gaze up at him so lovingly through you're pretty eyelashes, his heart squeezes with love and adoration.

The person you were talking to doesn't seem bothered by Simeon on the surface, but deep down your angelic boyfriends intuition senses his displeasure.

You notice the way his eyes are sharp and his jaw was slightly tense, his grip on you proprietorial, this was a new side of Simeon you've yet to see, and to be honest you found it quite attractive and cute.

Simeon gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead, his heterochromia eyes staring at your new 'friend' across the table.

"My apologies, but I'll have to take them from you." Simeon says as he gently leads you away from the table by your waist.

"You look ravishing, my love". He squeezes your waist lovingly. You giggle holding onto his hip, your fingers dancing across the bare skin that shows from his clothes.

"Simeon, my dear," You press multiple kisses to his cheek and jawline. "You are really fucking cute when you are jealous."

Simeon can't help the rosy tint appearing on his tan skin, his pupils dilating as you call him out. You can read him just as good as he can read you, god he loves you.

"My apologies, I can't help myself, you are just too perfect." He gives you an adorable smile then presses a kiss your lips.

#obey me #thefandomthings #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x reader #obey me simeon #simeon x reader #writing prompt #prompt event #obey me headcannons #obey me imagine #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me brothers #obey me belphie

[bullet-prooflove]

Hiya. I have an ask for Scott Forrester again. ❤️ The prompt is: #58 “Can I ask you a question?” Thank you so much.

Tagging: @a-noni-love @district447 @soultrysworld @kmc1989 @delightfulheroshoeflap @upsteadlogic @ottitt @ @too-strong-to-lose @hearthockey @alice30martini @tems13

References to OA's Prey Series

Companion piece to Tonight - You turn up on Scott's doorstep after months apart

The bruising’s worse this morning, darker, more prominent. It stains your skin in shades of indigo as you sit at the breakfast bar, still clad in Scott’s clothing. You were stiff when you gotten up, hissing through your teeth as you slipped out from underneath the sheets. He’s done his best to take care of you, breakfast, tea, painkillers, all in that order.

“Can I ask you something?” You request, your hands wrapping around the mug you’re drinking from.

“Anything.” He says resolutely, leaning across the counter.

His hands come to rest on yours, his thumbs ghosting over the split skin across your knuckles, each one bloody, raw. You’d given as good as you’d got, he can tell. You used to box when you were in the Navy, Golden Gloves for a few years running. He’s been on the receiving end a couple of times during training. He knows you pack one hell of a punch.

“Before I left, I found Jamie here in your bed.” You tell him, your eyes fixated on the steam as it curls out from the mug. “I know we didn’t put a label on it but I thought things were getting serious, we were talking about going back to Italy…”

You trail off for a second before your gaze flickers up to meet his.

“Was I wrong?” You ask him.

“Natalia,” Scott says softly. “There hasn’t been another woman since Rome, there won’t ever be another woman if that’s what you want.”

“Jamie…” You begin and he shakes his head.

“Before I met you, the two of us were together for a while, it was the first relationship I had after Hanna.” He swallows hard against the ache in his chest, the one he always gets when he thinks about Hanna. “We weren’t good for each other. She was running from her grief and I was trying to cope with what happened in New York.”

He pauses, trying to select his next words carefully.

“I suspect when Jamie came over that night she was looking comfort, it’s an old pattern we’d fallen into when her sister’s anniversary came around. It’s not something I’m proud of.” He sighs as he looks down at your hands. “Is that why you left?”

“No.” You say quietly. “It was Pavlovic.”

It takes him a second to register your words, for them to really sink in. His head snaps up and suddenly he understands the level of brutality behind the beating, the viciousness of it.

“When he escaped from prison, he reached out to some contacts, people we had in common.” You tell him. You used to work Intelligence in the Navy, you’d excelled because you’d known how to assimilate, how to cultivate relationships, maintain them.  “That was the assignment I was tapped for, the one we were meant to discuss that night.”

“Did he do this to you?” Scott asks, his voice a ragged whisper.

Bile climbs up the back of his throat and for a moment he’s back in New York, thrust five years into the past, looking into the eyes of another woman who’d been brutalised in his name.

“He knew who I was from the moment I walked into that meeting.” You tell Scott, your mouth twisting up into a bitter smile. “He’d been surveilling you, surveilling us.”

The air rushes out of Scott’s lungs, his heart pounding against his ribcage. He can’t breathe, he can’t fucking breath because it’s happening all over again.

“Nat.” He rasps, his voice barely a whisper. “Nat, did he… I need to know…”

You open your mouth and Scott knows what’s coming, he can feel the blade of the axe kissing the back of his neck.

“No.” You tell him, your eyes meeting his. “I killed him before he could.”

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#scott forrester #luke kleintank #fbi international #scott forrester x you #scott forrester x reader

[petri808]

comparing hand sizes + twiyor?? 👀

This is a really popular prompt 👀 lol Here you go Nony!

“Oww!”

“Yor, are you okay?” Loid calls from the living room.

“Yeah, I just cut my hand.” Yor responds in a falsely nonchalant tone.

Still worried, Loid walks into the kitchen. “Oh, that looks bad,” he rushes the last few steps over to her. “Here,” he grabs a towel, “let me help you.”

More accustomed to taking care of her own wounds, Yor fusses. “I’m fine, really I—”

But he ignores her request and presses the towel to the palm of her hand. “Just hold this to apply pressure, I’ve got a first aid kit in my bedroom.”

“Loid, I—” Yor tries to stop him.

But again he ignores it. “I’ll be right back,” he calls as he walks away.

It takes Loid only a couple of minutes to return with a first aid kit. He gently beckons her to stand next to the counter as he opens up the container and begins pulling out its contents. Antiseptics and sterile gauze pads to start off. Yor simply stands speechless at such a new, endearing experience.

He takes her hand and gently pulls the towel away to inspect the wound closely. “What we’re you trying to do?” Loid questions in a soft, non-accusatory tone.

“Just prepping for dinner.” Yor answers quietly with a hint of embarrassment.

“Yor, we’ve talked about this…” Loid responds in a chiding tone.

“I know,” her eyes avert to the floor, “but I still feel like a bad wife for not doing the cooking.”

Loid stops what he’s doing and places a free hand lovingly on her head. “Even a perfect wife and mother doesn’t have to be great at everything.” He smiles as his piercing eyes force her to hold his gaze. “Yor, you already make Anya and I very happy. Okay?”

Her cheeks turn a rosy hue as they heat up. He’s being… unusually sweet today. “Okay,” Yor nods.

“Good,” Loid affirms, letting his hand glide over and off her hair in a sensual manner before nonchalantly returning to dressing her wound.

Now, Yor’s face really feels warm! What is with the touching… Loid’s never been so touchy before?! As she stands dumbfounded and reeling, watching him gently clean her wound with the antiseptic and wipe away the stray blood, Yor’s mind wanders.

Loid’s being so gentle, caring as if afraid to hurt her. She notes how her hand sure looks tiny being held in his… come to think of it, the feeling of his hand on her head left the whole crown warm… Well, Loid is a man she chides herself, of course his hands are larger. But still… and his fingers, so long and elegant just like him… Yor’s face starts heating up again, so she stops watching him and looks away embarrassed.

By then, Loid has cleaned the cut, applied a couple of butterfly closures, and sealed it with liquid bandage. He blows on it to dry it faster causing Yor to shiver slightly.

“Sorry,” he apologizes.

“I-it’s okay,” she replies.

That’s when Loid realizes Yor had turned her face away. “Is it painful?” He asks in concern.

“Huh? Oh, no,” she quickly assures him.

Satisfied with her answer, Loid finishes dressing the wound by wrapping it with a gauge bandage and secures it with adhesive. “There we go,” he leans down and kisses her palm where the cut is. “All better now.”

Yor’s eyes flash wide at Loid’s sudden loving gesture. It leaves her speechless and confused. She’s never been in a situation like this! “T-Thank you,” she sputters out.

“Husbands are supposed to take care of their wives,” he smiles back. “Now you,” Loid puts his arm around her shoulder, guiding her towards the living room. “You rest and I’ll take care of dinner,” he sits her down on the couch with a kiss to her forehead.

Before Yor can react, unable to react, Loid simply heads back to the kitchen to start dinner leaving her in shock.

After a few minutes, Yor’s mind starts to focus again. Her eyes blink, as if waking up from a dream. “What just happened?”

#twiyor #twiyor drabble #loiyor #spy x family #loiyor drabble #twiyor fan fiction #loid forger #yor forger

[teeelsie-posts]

Have any commentary about the Winterhawk fic where Clint rescues Bucky and they're escaping hyrda through the forest (can't remember the name). The rock climbing scene was so intense!!!!

So, Once Lost (Now Found)...

This fic was prompted by the lovely @drgrlfriend for Whumptober with the prompt being winterhawk and blind.  This is putting a lot out there for me, but I don’t know how to talk about this fic without talking about how it was personal for me in a way that no other fic has been.  I learned about 18 months ago that I’m losing my vision.  With luck it will be a long, slow loss but there’s no knowing at this point.  When I saw the Whumptober prompt list and saw that one of the prompts was ‘blind’, I thought about saying that I wouldn’t write for that one. But then I thought, well, there are basically 124 different prompts (each day having essentially 4 options), so what are the odds that someone will choose that?  Haha, jokes on me!  😅 I thought about telling drgrlfriend I couldn’t do it, but then I decided to put on my big girl pants and deal with it. It’s not like I can hide from reality so I might as well confront it, right?  In the end, maybe it was a little cathartic.  Jury’s still out on that, but I will say that while there were moments it was difficult to navigate, it wasn’t as traumatic as I feared it might be and in the end, I’m just fine.  😊

So, more specifically about the fic... I wanted to do something a little different with the Clint/bucky relationship than I’ve done before with my winterhawk. I guess I try to switch things up from fic to fic in terms of what Clint and Bucky’s relationship is at the start and the one thing I hadn’t really done yet was to have them actually antagonistic toward each other – so more of an enemies to lovers kind of thing.  Initially, I tried to make it work that they were exes, and this fic was going to be them getting back together. But I just couldn’t quite make it work in plotting the fic out, and then this idea started to form, so I ran with it. 

I felt pretty bad for poor Bucky, because I always knew what was in his head and why he was behaving the way he was, but the readers didn’t, and some were (temporarily) kind of mad at him.  That was really the reason I felt like I needed to insert that Bucky POV chapter in there, because I couldn’t figure out a way to get across what was going through his mind without having him vomit a lot of wordy emotion, which just didn’t fit with the way I see these guys.  Like I said in a previous ask, for me, less is more when it comes to discussing feelings and emotion.

I’m glad you liked the climbing scene (or I’m assuming that was an ‘I liked it’).  It was kind of intense to write, so I’m glad the jeopardy and fraught-ness of it seemed to come though.  Putting myself in his shoes, I kind of could feel the terror of being so vulnerable and having to rely 100% on someone else when you are used to being able to do things by yourself.  Honestly, that was probably the hardest bit for me to put on paper.

Thanks for the ask, nony!

Director's Cut ask game.

#winterhawk #Clint Barton #Bucky Barnes #fanfic #my fic

[catohphm]

@ariparri and @hphm-jeniferltheman thank you both for tagging me in the ask game! I have to create a new post for it because the one you both tagged me in kept giving me error messages. I traced the issue to it being that the account that it originated from had mine blocked. I’m not comfortable sharing the details of why in a public post if that’s okay.

But anyway, the prompt of this ask game is to list 3 random facts about yourself. Here are mine!:

1. In college, I much prefer to learn a sign language over another spoken one.

2. I tend to like older movies more than the new ones because they have more love, care and passion put into them. However there are a couple of newer movies like 1917 that are really good and I like to watch.

3. My favorite type of weather is anything sunny where its bright and warm.

I tag @immagrosscandy, @drinkyoursoupbitch, @nonie-star, @autisticarachnid, @nelabelievesindragons and anyone else who wants to join!

#tag game

[rosenallies]

Prompt 45. “Would you hate me?” Teen Janey gets in a fight with Nat and doesn’t know if she can still go to her parents for help. But she really needs it 🥺 maybe she got drunk at a party or something and feels unsafe

"Fuck," Natalie mumbled as the shrill sound of her phone ringing tore her from the lovely dream she'd been having.

Without checking the caller id, she answered, her voice thick with sleep. "Hello?"

"Natalie."

"Jane, what are you doing? It's the middle of the night."

"Listen, I know-I know you're mad at me but, but I-"

"Are you fucking drunk right now?" Natalie spat, irritation bubbled under her skin, their fight from only a week ago still fresh in her mind.

"Yes," Jane cried, "I'm-I'm so drunk. Would you hate me if-?"

"Would I hate you if what?"

Jane let out a sob and Natalie felt her heartstrings pull. "I couldn't ever hate you, Jane," she sighed, "what's the matter?"

She sniffled loudly, trying to even out her voice as she spoke. "I-I had to much to drink and I'm scared, there was a guy following me around so I locked myself in a bathroom, but I'm scared and I thought I'd have enough money for a cab, but I don't. I really, really need someone right now."

Natalie sat up in bed, running a hand through her hair. "Stay where you are, I'm gonna go get Noni and we'll come get you, okay?"

"Okay," she mumbled softly.

They hung up, continuing their conversation over text while Natalie shuffled to her parents' room, even though Jane could barely be understood.

"Noni," she whispered from the doorway, not wanting to wake Synthia up as it was so hard for him to sleep lately. "Noni!" she whispered again, tip-toeing closer.

She was lucky Gia was a light sleeper as they blinked awake. "Nat, what's wrong?"

She motioned for them to follow her out of the room.

"Noni, we have to go get Jane," she pleaded.

"Jane? I thought you guys were in a fight."

"We are-or were? I don't know but she's drunk at a party and she said some guy was following her around and, and-"

"Hey," Gia cooed, "breathe, baby. We'll go get her, okay? Don't worry, did she send you where she's at?"

Natalie nodded, wiping away her tears. "Thank you, Noni."

They kissed her head. "No need to thank me, let's go, baby."

Half an hour later, Natalie and Gia found themselves outside a high school house party, music pouring out from the open windows.

"I'll go get her, I don't want her leaving alone," Natalie said, getting out of the car.

"Call if you need help, yeah?"

"Yeah," she replied, nodding once before turning on her heel and heading into the house.

She had to push through sweaty bodies and people trying to hand her drinks, but soon enough she found the bathroom Jane had locked herself in.

"Jane?" She called, knocking on the door, "It's Natalie, can you open the door, please?"

She waited a few moments, but just as she raised her fist to knock, the door opened and there stood her best friend, disheveled and distraught.

"Oh, Janey," she cooed, opening her arms and letting her fall into them. "Are you okay? Are you safe?"

"Yeah," she sniffed, "thank you for coming."

"You would do the same for me, right?"

"Of course I would."

"It's what we do, take care of each other. My Noni's out in the car, are you ready?"

"Yeah, let's get out of here."

Natalie led them out of the house, never once letting go of her hand until they were outside where Gia waited for them, leaning against the car.

"Thank you for coming, I'm sorry-" Jane started before being cut off, Gia opening their arms for her just as Nat had.

"Don't you be sorry," they pulled away, holding her at an arm's length away, "we'll always come get you, okay? Let's get you two home, though, it's getting cold."

Natalie and Jane climbed in the backseat together, Jane immediately laying her head in Natalie's lap and falling asleep to Natalie humming and running her fingers through Jane's hair.

Gia couldn't help but look back at them through the rearview, a pang of sadness in their heart at the sight of them.

#sick verse #prompt request

[sturkillerbase]

If you’re still taking votes re story prompts, Jake with a virgin reader, or better yet, someone who’s had some experience but it wasn’t all that great and he just makes her feel sexy and loved.

Hello nonie!!

Yes, I absolutely am! The post has been getting a lot of votes - much more than I anticipated actually and that makes me really happy! The votes are pretty tied to each other, so I might be writing all of them lol

What I'm basing myself on now is the amount of votes for each prompt, so the most voted will be written first and so on.

I really like your idea and I'll definitely add that to Jake's story (the one with non virgin reader).

Thank you for voting and for the suggestion!!!

Sturkillerbase 500 Followers Celebration Party

#sturkiller answers #anon #moon knight #jake lockley

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

✨ hurt/comfort prompt! ✨ just geralt feeling very, very tired and overwhelmed after a particularly complicated hunt (which lasted weeks), returning to the inn where jaskier is waiting for him. jaskier knows that something is wrong, but he only realizes the gravity of it when geralt, out of nowhere, starts crying. and he has never seen him cry.

Nonie, I love you. I am a hoe for some emotional release. Without further ado, let us make the boy cry.

Warnings: talk of a nasty hunt? of people being the real nasties? not much tho

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Jaskier was stirred from his disappointingly light sleep by an unexpected weight on the bed. He rolled into Geralt, sleepy confusion fading when he recognized his wolf and curled around his hips, resting his hand at the small of the larger man’s back. 

“You’re back.”

Geralt grunted, tearing at his gloves with a heavy scowl on his face.

Jaskier sat up next to him, only now realizing Geralt was still in his armor, boots and all, “Here, love. Let me.” he was still groggy with sleep but his hands worked faster than Geralt’s. 

When he’d taken care of the gloves, he unbuckled the rest of his armor, tossing it to a chair in the corner with just enough care to keep Geralt quiet. He didn’t notice till he was done how the witcher was holding his breath. He took long inhales, holding it until he couldn’t any longer, then stunted exhales that made Jaskier worry he was sick.

The bard untied his hair, running his hands through the length in a practiced soothing motion, “Are you alright?” 

Geralt nodded, wiping a hand over his face, “Tired.”

Jaskier slid off the bed onto the floor to unlace Geralt’s boots. He knew that tone all too well; the hunt was over and he had given everything he had and more. The last time he’d heard it the witcher had slept for three days. 

Jaskier sat back on his heels, having removed his shoes, and looked Geralt over for wounds he may not have noticed from the high of his potions. What he found broke his heart. 

Geralt was shaking, not from any wound or fever, but from exhaustion and a kind of pain no salve could fix. His fists were clenched tight and he glared at the ground as if it had chosen his path for him, bitter and angry and lost. He must have heard some change in Jaskier’s heartbeat, sparing him a worried glance before shaking his head ever so slightly. 

Jaskier rested a hand on his knee, rubbing his thumb over his knee cap as he whispered, “You don’t have to tell me.”

“Human,” Geralt blurted out the word almost before Jaskier had finished, “it was a man…"

Jaskier swallowed his disgust and morbid questions, straightening to stand on his knees and resting a soft hand on Geralt’s stubbled cheek, “Do you feel guilty?”

Geralt snarled, “Fuck no.”

“Good, good…” the bard whispered, still not quite sure why he was so tense but worried nonetheless. 

"When does it stop?" Geralt's voice was barely audible as he hesitantly set his hands on Jaskier's waist. 

The bard brought his other hand up to cage the witcher’s face, looking into his golden eyes usually so alert and perceptive and only seeing sorrow, “What darling?”

At first, Jaskier thought it was a trick of the light when he saw tears welling as Geralt searched his face, looking for something he was sure he couldn’t give. As a tear escaped despite Geralt's best efforts, Jaskier realized he'd never, in thirteen years, seen his witcher cry. 

"When-" Geralt sniffed, looking up at the ceiling, "-when will the people I'm supposed to- want to protect stop being the vilest things I come across?" 

In that moment the pain in his chest felt so real Jaskier could have sworn his heart turned to stone, "Geralt…" 

He found himself close to tears when those shining gold eyes met his and he thought for a moment he could share a fraction of his burden, "I don't know, love. I- I can't tell you…" 

A look close to distress clouded Geralt's features as his breathing became more ragged and even more tears flooded from his eyes. As scared and hopeless and utterly exhausted as he was, he nodded, accepting his fate as he always eventually did, "Don't cry, Julek." He muttered, burying his head in his bard's neck.

Jaskier embraced him as fully as he could from his position on the floor, rubbing a soothing hand up and down his back as he whispered, "Love, there's nothing wrong with crying." 

Geralt's body shook with the first of many sobs that night, clinging to Jaskier with all he had left, "It fucking hurts."

Jaskier felt tears run down his own cheeks as he did his best to soothe his witcher, "I know, dear heart… I know… you deserve so much better…"

#geraskier #geraskier h/c #geraskier hurt/comfort #the witcher #the witcher fic #geraskier drabble #the witcher drabble #the witcher hurt/comfort #geralt #geralt cries #jaskier #let geralt release all that bottled up emotion 2020 #thank you nonie I really loved this prompt #if anyone else wants to hit me with more heart wrenching scenes of emotional turmoil in quiet little moments i will love you forever

[nashibirne]

Aaaw, the way you chose to celebrate your milestone is so lovely! I'm sure all of your fans will be over the moon because of that! And let me tell you that you deserve each and every one of your followers and more!!!

Of course I would like to submit a prompt idea for your celebration (but please, feel free not to follow it, if you are not in the mood for it)

- discovery of the first pregnancy

- Napoleon Solo

- Special requests? You can skip this, but it would be nice if maybe thay had encountered some difficulties to get pregnant

- I would like the reader/OFC to be a shy woman, from a poor background that fought hard to study and become an art historian. A bit chubby, blue eyed and blonde would be perfect

So, here is another prompt based ficlet for my milestone celebration 🥳. Baby themed again, it really seems you guys like kids and animals!

My dear nonie, thank you so much for your prompt and your very sweet and kind words. I really hope you like the way I turned your prompt into a ficlet, it would be great if you'd let me know!

Sweet Surprise

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x reader

Words: ~ 800

Summary: Napoleon and his wife want a baby

Warnings: This is so fluffy, it goes without warnings (except for the mention of problems with getting pregnant)

UNBETA'ED! English is not my mother tongue, so expect bad grammar, wrong spelling, chaotic punctuation and clumsy language. All mistakes are mine…

Pics for the header from Pinterest

My Masterlist

Let's go.....

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Napoleon Solo didn't expect much. He didn't want to expect much. The risk of getting disappointed was too high. He knew this because it wouldn't be the first time. They had hoped many times for good news but whenever his wife had told him her period was late with this spark of happiness in her pretty blue eyes, hope had crumbled to dust when she had started to bleed a few days or weeks later.

Doc Thomas had told them it wasn't unusual, that some couples just needed more time to conceive than others and that they should not to worry. "Just keep on trying," he had said with a wink, "it's the fun part of it all." So they had tried and tried and almost two years had passed by and they were still without children.

Napoleon sighed and poured himself another glass of whiskey, taking a sip, glancing at the big, old clock above the fireplace for the millionth time. He walked from their living room to the hallway, looking up to the first floor, listening if the door to their bedroom was finally opened. But there was nothing but muffled voices and the sound of his heart racing in his chest. What was Doc Thomas doing up there? He'd arrived thirty minutes ago, usually it didn't take him more than fifteen minutes to examine y/n. He started to pace the room with big strides, his lips pressed into a thin line, his forehead creased, trying to calm down desperately. He needed to be strong for her, collected, radiating confidence, not despondency.

Usually his wife was much stronger than him, a real fighter by nature. When they'd met for the first time, that trait had immediately attracted him. He remembered that night so very well. The big, old museum, the opening of the exhibition she had curated. His friend, who had taken him there, kept on gushing about the first female art historian to work at the venerable institution. He told him she had made it all the way up from the daughter of poor but decent parents to the successful curator of one of the biggest museums in the United States. All by herself, just with brains and hard work.

He had been impressed and intimidated by her before even seeing her on stage. When he finally did, it was love at first sight. Her beautiful face, her curvy body, her blonde hair, she was like a sexy, chubby angel, sweeping him away with her natural grace and her special appeal. Of course he managed to talk to her during the soirée and she surprised him with a lovely shyness, that was such a sweet contrast to her reputation of being the toughest woman in the art scene. They shared their first kiss that night on a balcony under the full moon and had been inseparable ever since.

The sound of footsteps on the wooden stairs interrupted Leon's thoughts. Doc Thomas gave him a sad smile and an apologetic shrug. "Your wife is waiting for you upstairs, Mr Solo," he said softly before taking his hat and leaving.

Napoleon gulped and took a deep breath before he went to face her. When he entered the room he found y/n sitting on the bed, looking at him with an unreadable expression on her pretty face. He kneeled down in front of her and took her hands in his, kissing her fingertips tenderly.

"I'm so sorry, darling," he said, locking eyes with the love of his life. "We'll keep on trying, okay? Next month... I'm sure…"

Y/n looked at him and her face lit up, her lips curling into a smile. She cupped his face with her hands and kissed him.

"Next month, Leon, we can start to turn the study into a nursery," she whispered and her eyes started to fill with tears. "And I'm going to knit a lot of these." She reached under the blanket and pulled out tiny, green, knitted rompers.

Napoleon stared at her.

"I don't understand, honey…"

"I'm four months pregnant, Leon. We're going to have a baby."

"But Doc Thomas…he left without a word…", he said, completely confused and overwhelmed.

"I asked him not to say anything. I wanted to surprise you." She looked at him, her eyes full of tender love. "The light bleedings I had is nothing to worry about. It happens sometimes. He heard our child's heartbeat, darling. Can you believe it?"

She started to sob and cry for joy and Napoleon took her in his arms, holding her close, kissing the teardrops from her face, his own cheeks wet from the tears of joy he was shedding.

"This is so wonderful, my love," he whispered softly in her ear. "It feels so unreal."

"I know," she agreed, "but it is real. You're going to be a dad, Leon. And I'm going to be a mum."

"We're going to be a family," he said with a nod and a happy smile before he kissed her again, passionately this time, ready to celebrate this perfect surprise.

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A Quiet Love

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pairing || bucky barnes x fem!reader

word count || 1.4k

summary || bucky never felt wanted, never felt loved, but that all changed once he met you ; do not repost my work

warnings || fluff

author’s note || i loved writing this!! it put me in a really good mood so i hope you all enjoy muah <33

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Bucky rarely talked to anyone, with the exception of Steve. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, it was just more along the lines of where would he start? He didn’t know the team half as well as Steve did and he could see in their eyes that they were hesitant and cautious when he was around. It made him feel unwanted and unloved.

But that was before you.

Bucky had met you when you had joined the team due to your extensive knowledge in all things science and technology. He never really saw you besides the time you were introduced to the team. You were all smiles and all laughter—everything that Bucky had not been used to. And when two had made eye contact and you tossed him one of your gorgeous smiles, Bucky was quick to look away and try to keep the blush from rising up his neck.

He didn’t know what it was about you, but you captivated him. Entranced him. You made an empty silence feel full. He needed to get to know you more, but he just wasn’t confident enough for that. You looking at him made him feel things that he’s not sure he’s truly ever felt. Thankfully, you had enough courage to share between the both of you to go out of your way to get to know the super soldier who had caught your eye.

It started with small things at first. Sometimes you’d make coffee and pour some for Bucky, sliding it over the counter with a small smile on your face that Bucky returned with a rather blank look. When you both happened to be at the gym at the same you’d bring him a cold water bottle and a towel before quickly going off to do your own workouts. It was things like this that you never brought much attention to. You didn’t want to make some of these things a big deal and make Bucky uncomfortable, and Bucky truly did appreciate it. You always did these things quietly and reserved. In some of those moments, Bucky wished that you would break the silence at times when he was too afraid to.

And after a couple of months of these small gestures, you finally did.

Bucky and you were in the lab sitting beside each other, His body faced forward while yours was faced towards his body working on his arm after a kong mission the team had just come back from. A section of his arm was open up while you took different tools to his arm, making sure everything was in order. When you had spoken to Bucky, he almost hadn’t heard it. He looked towards you with furrowed eyebrows and eyes sparkled with confusion. He asked you to repeat your questions and you did without meeting his eyes.

“I just asked if you were upset.” You continued to work on his arm, eyes gazing up to attempt to look up at him, but you refrained from doing so.

“What makes you ask that,” Bucky mumbled out back towards you.

“You just,” you trailed off as your arms left his arm and your eyes looked up to meet his, “I don’t know. You just seem different today. Mad? Frustrated? I don’t know.” Bucky broke eye contact and you started closing up the panel of his arm.

“You noticed all that just from sitting with me?” Bucky’s tone was light and contrasted to how you’ve heard him speak to anyone else.

The corners of your mouth lifted slightly, “I notice you all the time, Bucky.”

Once the panel was closed and you could hear the whirring of the gears in his arms, your brain had finally caught up to what you just told Bucky.

“Not like that! That sounds weird. I just realized how weird and creepy that sounded—”. You were cut off by the smile Bucky threw at you and sighed in relief.

Bucky got up from his chair and headed out the door, but not before calling out your name. You looked at him with those same sparkling eyes that you gave him the first day you met.

Bashfully Bucky spoke, “I notice you a lot, too.” And with that, he left the lab and also left a beaming smile on your face and eyes full of hope.

Ever since that day in the lab you and Bucky have been gradually spending more time together and growing closer. Quickly growing from friends to lovers over the next couple of months. The time you both spent together was always so quiet and intimate that no one ever really seemed to notice the two of you running off during the day to see each other. Sometimes there were off days where no other members of the team could find the two of you but just left their thoughts to be pure curiosity and speculation. Little did they know that on those days if they really tried to find either of you, they’d find the two of you cozied up sharing any and everything about each other.

Steve was the first to notice. Of course, he was. He could read Bucky like a book and could see he’s been happier, and the only conclusion he could come to was you. You made him happy and it was easy for Steve to tell. And when he saw the two of you on the balcony late at night exchanging whispers and small laughs, Steve was grateful that someone like you had come into their lives. Had come into Buckys more specifically.

It didn’t take long after Steve for the rest of the team to realize what was going on between you and Bucky. It started to become more and apparent the harder you both started to fall for each other. You couldn’t keep your eyes off each other. It didn’t matter where or what the circumstance was—anyone could see the longing gazes the both of you shared.

Then they noticed the lingering touches. The way your fingers would linger longer than needed when passing a cup of coffee, or the way that Bucky’s arm would graze your waist when he gently moved past you. Maybe things became ever more obvious when on movie night you had fallen asleep and your head had landed on Bucky’s shoulder and he simply brought you closer, making sure a blanket covered you and you were comfortable against him. Maybe it was the time Bucky was reading a book on the couch and you bounded over to him, lifting his arms to settle your head on his lap before proceeding to fall asleep. The smile that made its way to Bucky’s face said everything that needed to be heard.

Nobody ever brought these exchanges they’ve noticed to either of you, scared that if anyone said anything you both would feel uncomfortable and maybe these touches would cease. Seeing someone like Bucky be in love was a sight to see and something that no one wanted to take away, being able to put together that this was the happiest that he’s been in years.

The love you two shared was incomparable to anything Bucky or you had ever felt. Just being in each other’s presence made your belly warm and your chest flutter. Much didn’t need to be said between the two of you to say how much you loved each other, but god if you guys didn’t love saying it. Between small talks and passionate kisses, the words always rolled off of your tongues. It always felt right to Bucky—being with you and exchanging words like they were a sermon. He could never keep anything of himself from you. And nothing was ever prompted from you. You never wanted to pry into Bucky’s head. Never wanted to make him feel like others had, but Bucky had no problem letting you in onto every aspect of himself.

Bucky was yours and you were his. You both felt infinitely entwined with each other. To think that before you Bucky felt lonely and unloved, and now with you by his side he feels like people could take and take from him, but he’d still feel full. He’d still feel loved. He’d still feel like Bucky. And he had you to thank for that. No one else would ever make the two of you feel like the other had. It was an unspoken love that would be written in the stars. A love that the two of you would never grow old of. A quiet type of love.

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BTS reaction to degradation (NSFW) 18+

BTS reaction to dirty talk/degradation 

From this ask: hi! found your blog today & i'm enjoying it so far, saw you were taking requests so i thought i'd send one, could we get a reaction to their gf being into degradation? or, if you're not comfortable with that, could we get what kind of dirty talk each of the boys would be into doing? either one would make me happy!

A/N: Hi nonie! Thank you for your request. I mixed your two requests into one, that way all the boys can have different prompts/kinks. Some of them are into degradation, some are just dirty talk. Jungkook’s is smutty, but it’s really sweet and turns really vanilla lol oops. Let me know what you think! Enjoy.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, degradation, dirty talk, fingering, oral (m&f receiving), rough sex, spanking, slight bdsm themes i suppose, sir kink/master kink, slight humiliation but i’m not good at it so oof, marking, voyeurism, um exhibitionism because Taehyung’s got spicy again 🤦🏻 aftercare because duh. 

Word count: 3.7k ~

Seokjin really isn’t into degradation in the bedroom, but he has definitely given into his kinkier side with his dirty talk. Something he has been into lately, is tying you up or handcuffing you to the bed while he teases you. Because of his sweet and caring nature, he’s never been one to take things too far, and you love that about him.

Tonight, he has you cuffed to his metal bed frame, completely naked and spread out in front of him. He’s still fully clothed, slotted between your legs, playing lazily with your clit. “You look so beautiful like this, love,” he husks, lust heavy in his voice, “spread out and dripping for me.”

He’s got two fingers teasing your opening and then sliding back up to rub figure eights around your swollen nub. He’s yet to use his mouth on you, and you’re squirming in anticipation of feeling his plump lips on your pussy. “P-please, Jin,” you beg, voice rough from the moans he’s been pulling from you all night, “J-Jin!”

Slowly, he slides his two fingers into your clenching pussy, relieving some of the built up pressure you’re feeling. “I love it when you beg for me,” he rasps, “you want my mouth?”

You nod your head frantically, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of his digits curling up into your g-spot, “God, y-yes!” 

“Mmm, beg for me,” he says seductively, moving so his head is face to face with your core. 

“Please, Jin,” you yelp as his fingers brush your spot again, “please, I need your tongue!”

Without warning, he pulls his fingers out of you and delves his tongue into your slit, pulling a scream of pleasure from your lips. “Fuck!” He will definitely have you begging for him all night.

“Fuck,” your boyfriend rasps above you, “look at my little slut, on your knees for me. My perfect cocksleeve.”

Yoongi has his back resting against your kitchen counter, pants around his ankles, as you take his cock in your mouth. Yoongi loves when you suck his dick, and you love doing it, love making each other feel good. That’s why Yoongi likes to give in to your slight degradation kink every once in awhile. The way he talks to you when you’re on your knees for him makes your legs quiver in anticipation. He gently brushes a hand against your cheek as he slides his fingers into your hair, giving a slight tug to pull you off of him. His cock slides out of your mouth with a lewd ‘pop’. 

“Look at me,” he groans as you bring your hand up to continue working his cock, “are you gonna be a good girl and make me cum?” You nod quickly, batting your lashes up at him. “Say it,” he growls.

“Yes, sir,” you whimper as he tugs your hair again before releasing his grip and letting you suck him back into your mouth. You delve back in, hollowing your cheeks and taking all of him until your nose meets his crotch. Above you, Yoongi throws his head back, a low moan falling from his slightly parted lips.

“Such a good slut,” he whispers. He’s close, you can tell by the way his cock twitches as you bob up and down on him, “Gonna take my load like the whore you are.”

You pick your pace up a bit, hand coming up to massage his balls just like he likes. His hips are rolling into you now, chasing his high. His hands grip onto the marble countertop behind him and he gives one last small thrust, shoving his length into you until it hits the back of your throat, prompting you to swallow again. Yoongi throws his head back and curses as he cums down your throat. You swallow around him again before pulling back and rising to your feet. You take in the picture before you one more time as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

Your boyfriend is still gripping the counter, pants around his ankles, cock softening as he pants your name. “Fuck-,” he finally opens his eyes to look at you, “you’re amazing. Are you okay?”

You smile at his considerate words that greatly contrast his previous ones. You nod your head quickly, “Yes, Yoongi,” you whisper as you move towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist, “can I kiss you?”

“Of course love, come here.”

Hoseok was really into BDSM and had a lot of kinks he liked to try out in the bedroom. One of the things he liked to do with you, was degradation. At first, you were hesitant to try it out, not sure how you would react to someone calling you names and degrading you, but after you gave it a try, you were shocked to find out how much it turned you on. 

Hoseok was slamming his hips into you from behind, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave little bruises tomorrow. You were on your hands and knees on Hoseok’s red silk sheets, gripping onto the fabric as he thrusted into you. You were a moaning, drooling mess, loving the pleasure he was giving to you. With every thrust of his hips, his long, perfectly curved cock was brushing against your most sensitive spots. 

“Such an obedient little slut,” a large hand came down hard on your ass cheek, making you let out a wanton moan. Hoseok groaned as a large, hand shaped red mark started to form on your skin there. He loved seeing his marks on your body. “Taking my cock so well, princess. Think you deserve a reward?”

“Y-yes,” you stuttered out, only to feel another slap to your rear, “Ah!” You yelped.

Hoseok tsked behind you, “Try again, slut,” he growled, still keeping the brutal pace of his cock slamming into you, “Beg for it.”

“P-please, please sir! Please let me cum!” You were sobbing now, tears rolling down your cheeks at the immense pleasure that was the fire building in your lower abdomen. 

“Touch yourself,” he demanded, voice low.

Quickly you brought your fingers up to your neglected clit and let out a breathy sigh at the relief. You were so wound up, a few quick strokes of your bud and you were falling over the edge, fire ignited in your core. You cursed as you clenched down hard on Hoseok’s cock, causing his hips to stutter a couple of times. Just as you thought you were coming down from your high, Hoseok reached around, pushing your hand out of the way and starting vigorously rubbing your clit again. 

“T-too much!” You screamed, face falling forward into the sheets, “Hoseok!” He knew it would only hurt for a moment, if it was actually too much, you would use your safe word, so he continued his ministrations, loving the way you screamed for him.

The pain quickly subsided and all you could feel was white hot pleasure pulsing through your clit. You could feel every ridge, every vein of Hoseok’s thick cock as he fucked into you even faster. “Take it, slut, take my cock. Cum for me again,” he rasped, close to his own edge. He was panting above you, thrusts starting to get sloppy. You let out a guttural scream as you came again, this time Hoseok’s fingers leave you immediately, letting you come down properly as he grabs your hips with both hands and slams into you one last time, holding your ass against his abdomen as he shoots white hot ropes into you. 

You’re both panting as you start to relax, both dripping with sweat, as Hoseok rubs soothing circles into your red ass cheeks. “Sorry baby, didn’t mean to go so rough,” he apologizes, still sheathed inside you, worried if he moves it’ll hurt you too much.

“It’s okay Hobi,” you pant, “I liked it.” Hoseok smiles behind you, letting you know he’s going to take care of you and spend the rest of the night doting on you, as he usually does after rough sex like this. 

Your boyfriend, Namjoon, was one of the kindest, sweetest people you’ve ever met. He was a giant teddy bear and everything about him brought a smile to your face. You don’t think he had it in him to hurt a fly. In fact, you don’t think you’ve ever even seen him kill a bug. The thought made you giggle. 

That’s why you were completely shocked to learn, a few months into your relationship, that he had a degradation kink. It was not something you were expecting from your usually calm and caring boyfriend, but you tried it out when he asked, learning that you loved it just as much. Now, three years into your relationship, the dirty talk was the norm in the bedroom.

Namjoon was laying against the headboard of your shared bed, completely dressed, with his cock out as he lazily stroked it when you walked in after work. Wide eyed, you immediately knew what was expected of you, as you set your bag down on the armchair near your bedroom door.

“Kitten,” he rasped, still languidly stroking his cock, paying extra close attention to the head like you know he likes, “I’ve been waiting for you.” You gulped as arousal shot to your core in anticipation for what was to come. You squeezed your thighs together and you started to unbutton your blouse. Namjoon was watching you through hooded lids, lips slightly parted in pleasure. You stripped off your shirt, removing your skirt and bra next, leaving your lace panties on, like Namjoon always liked. 

Slowly, you crawl up the bed towards your boyfriend without saying a word. “Such an obedient little whore,” he murmurs, the sight of you on all fours turning him on even more, “so good for me. Come suck your master’s cock, princess.”

Once you reach him, you slot yourself between his legs, hands on either side of his hips. You look up at him through your long lashes as you stick your tongue out to seductively lick up and down the underside of his cock. He was long, and thick, and had the prettiest dick you think you’ve ever seen. It was slightly darker than his skin tone, with an angry red tip. His head was large and bulbous and stretched you so deliciously. He looked even more sexy tonight, still in his slacks and button up, wearing his black rimmed glasses that you adored. He let out a couple breathy moans at the sight of you licking him. “Put it in your mouth,” he husked, winding his hand into your hair and pushed you down onto his shaft, “gonna fuck this slutty mouth of yours.” His words were turning you on so much you had to squeeze your legs shut to relieve some of the pressure. If he notices he doesn’t say anything, grabbing onto your head with both hands as he fucks up into your mouth. 

You let your jaw fall open, lips wrapping around your teeth, letting him use you however he wants. “Fuck,” he growls, “gonna cum, princess.” He must’ve been really worked up if he was cumming this quickly. You idly thought he probably had a long day at work, and you were always ready to help him relax any way you could.

His cock twitched in your mouth as he pulled your head down onto him, hot spurts of cum coating your throat which you greedily swallow. You pull off his cock with a ‘pop’ and watch as his head falls back against the headboard, letting out a deep sigh. “Thank you, sweetie,” he’s returned to his normal, loving self, “I really needed that.”

You could see how tired your boyfriend was. You crawled up his body and rested against his chest, fingers swirling shapes onto his arms. “Anything else I can do to help?” You asked sweetly. 

He sighs again and smiles down at you, “Cuddle me?”

Jimin harshly pulls your hair, causing your head to jerk back, “Who’s cock is making you feel this good,” you’re panting, breaths coming out stuttered as Jimin’s cock slams at an alarming pace into you, “Say it, fucking whore.” 

Jimin had your front pushed against the glass of the shower, both of your hands bracing you against it. One of his hands was gripping into your hair, hard, while the other had a handful of your ass. Your cheek was pressed up against the glass door, until he tugged it backward, baring your neck to him. His mouth dove at your exposed skin, biingt roughly as you yelled out in pleasure, “Jimin!”

“That’s right,” he growled into your ear, “Who else can make you feel like this? Huh?” His voice was getting louder, falling deeper into his role, “Filthy slut, taking my cock while everyone is out in the living room. Anyone could hear you right now, is that what you want.”

You moaned at his words, arousal soaring at the idea of someone hearing you. “I can feel your filthy pussy squeezing me. You like that, don’t you. Dirty girl.” He let go of your hair, letting your cheek fall back against the cool glass. He was fucking into you so hard you were seeing stars with each thrust. Breathy moans were falling from your slightly parted lips as he bit down on your shoulder, cock twitching inside you. 

“Jimin!” You screamed again as he stilled inside you, shooting his seed deep into your abused cunt. 

“That’s right, whore,” he rasps, both hands now grabbing your ass and spreading your cheeks, “look at this filthy fucking pussy, dripping with my cum.” He groans as he pulls out of you, pulling a gasp from your lips, and watches as his cum drips down your thighs. He’s panting, slowly coming down from his high. You lean farther into the shower door, eyes closing as you let your breathing even out. You’re so wrapped up in your post coital bliss you don’t even realize Jimin has started cleaning your thighs and the rest of your body with his lemon scented body wash. He leans over, placing a sweet kiss to your cheek. “You okay, babe?”

You nod your head, cheek rubbing against the glass, “Yeah, just need a minute,” you sigh. He smirks, continuing to wash your body gently. 

“I’ll make it up to you later. Promise.”

Most of your boyfriend’s group members had gone out to a bar tonight, leaving just himself, Jimin, and Jungkook at the apartment when he texted you to come over. He said that they were wanting to play some games and watch a movie, which you gladly agreed to. What he didn’t tell you, was that the fantasy you shared with him a few weeks ago about your degradation and exhibitionism kinks, was about to come to fruition. 

When you got to the dorms, Taehyung pulled you into his bedroom and prompted you for what was about to happen. He had already talked to Jimin and Jungkook and they both understood the rules. No touching you, no talking to you. He made sure you were okay with this before leading you out to the living room where the other boys were waiting. 

Taehyung now had you seated on his cock, back against his chest, as he sat calmly on the couch. You were fully nude, pussy on full display for your boyfriend’s closest friends. The nerves you had been feeling slowly washed away into pure lust at the look on the other men’s faces. Jungkook was overwhelmed with desire, cock already out, laying against his abdomen as he massaged his balls. Jimin on the other hand, looked cool and collected, but was lazily stroking the head of his dick, eyes trained on your pussy split open on Taehyung’s large cock. 

At the sight of both men getting off to you, you were a moaning mess as you grind on Taehyung. At this point, you were using his cock to get yourself off, allowing him to sit back and watch the show. You hand both hands on his thighs, grinding backwards into him. His curved cock was rubbing deliciously on your g-spot causing you to let out wanton moans at the feelings.

“Are you enjoying this, slut? Such a filthy girl, getting off to people watching her fuck herself,” he growled, hands coming up to rest on your sides, “Using me like a toy. I should just let one of them fuck you, shouldn’t I?” You knew his words were empty, but it made Jungkook’s eyes widen before he remembered the rules. “You’d like that wouldn’t you, sharing your dirty pussy with the three of us? Wouldn’t you, whore?”

You shook your head as you fucked yourself faster on Taehyung’s cock, “N-no! Only y-you make me f-feel good Tae,” you whine as his hand slides down your front and starts playing with your clit.

“Say it, slut,” he growled in your ear, finger speeding up, “tell them who gets to fuck this pussy, who gets to cum inside you, who owns you.”

“T-Taehyung!” You scream as you cum around his cock, the feeling of his thick member and his slick finger too much for you to handle.

“Fuck,” you heard Jungkook shout from the other couch, cumming into his hand at the sight of you cumming. Taehyung is next to finish, releasing ropes of cum into your tight pussy. He holds you on him for a minute before looking at Jungkook and Jimin, the latter of who was still stroking himself.

“Look, boys,” he smirks, grabbing your hips and slowly pulling you upwards, off his dick, slow inch by slow inch. The others watch in awe as Taehyung’s thick cum drips out of your stretched hole, back down onto Taehyung’s cock. As he pulls the last inch of his length out of you, a glob of cum drips out of you and onto the head of his dick. At that exact moment, Jimin cums hard, shooting white up onto his abdomen. The previously silent man lets out a guttural moan at the sight of your messy cunt. 

It was filthy, and you fucking loved it. The two of you went to the bathroom to clean up while the other two cleaned their own messes. Once you were in the shower, Taehyung lavished you with his love, washing your hair and body, letting you rest against his chest as he kissed up your neck. “You were so fucking hot tonight, baby. You know that I don’t think you’re a slut, right?”

You nod, leaning your head back on his shoulder, “I know, babe. I actually really, really liked it.”

He smiles down at you, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead, “Maybe the other’s would like a show next week?”

Jungkook wasn’t so sure about your degradation kink when you told him a couple of weeks ago. You had only just discovered you might be into it when you read about it online and how a lot of women got off to being talked down to. You were interested and asked your boyfriend if he would help you explore it. He was hesitant, not liking the idea of calling you names or making fun of you while you two did something so intimate that was usually filled with love and adoration. But, he was willing to try it to make you happy.

You both decided to try it out tonight since he was staying at your place for the weekend. You had talked about it over dinner, making sure you had a safe word in place in case either of you felt uncomfortable and you outlined your hard limits, meaning you didn’t want to be humiliated. Jungkook definitely agreed with that, telling you he felt uncomfortable at the idea. Once the two of you were on the same page, you led him to your bedroom.

Jungkook was seated on your desk chair with you in his lap, completely naked, riding his cock. This was one of his favorite positions, you knew, and you wanted him to feel the most comfortable since he was helping you try out your kink. You were grinding down onto him, pulling sweet moans from his lips. You lean forward, both hands on his shoulder and bit onto his earlobe, “Come on baby,” you whisper, “give it to me.”

Jungkook swallows harshly before running both hands down your back and grabbing your plump ass cheeks, “Such a dirty g-girl,” he stuttered out, clearly lost in his own pleasure, “taking my cock so well.” He was no stranger to dirty talk, sometimes getting lost in it, but never taking it too far. He lets out another moan as you bite into his shoulder. You feel his cock twitch inside you making you groan at the feeling. He leans back a bit, looking up at you with hooded eyes, “I don’t know if I can, YN, I just love you so much.”

Your sweet boy. The sincerity in his voice made your arousal heighten and in that moment you decided you didn’t need him to call you names, what he was giving you was more than enough. You loved him, too and you didn’t want to push him. With a smile, you lean down to smash your lips onto his, your hips still grinding on him. “I love you too, Jungkook.”

Both of you cum together, holding each other and whispering sweet nothings in the others ears. This is what you wanted. This was all you needed. 

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#3 + #23 with chan? maybe angst with a fluffy ending?

hi nonie! we’re all suckers for a fluffy ending aren’t we? thank you so much for requesting 🥰💖 i really hope you enjoy it!!

w.c: 714. | warnings: couples argument (but is it really an argument tho?). | prompt list.

“Y/n, I think we should break up.” Chan’s words leave you stunned, standing in the middle of your living room, completely at a loss.

He’s sitting, slouched over on your couch, elbows resting on his knees and face tilted downwards, unable to look you in the eye. Your hands begin to shake as anxiety settles itself at the pit of your stomach. You don’t understand, honestly, you thought it was all going so well; he’s always so sweet and caring with you, checking up on you with the cutest little texts throughout the day and embracing you in the warmest hugs as soon as he sees you. You never miss the way he blushes every time you cuddle up to him, singing praises of adoration, or the way he giggles at every single one of your bad jokes and attempted flirtations. So, truly, you just can’t comprehend the situation; were there any omens that you let fall between the cracks? Any sort of presage that you, perhaps subconsciously, turned a blind eye to?

“I- I don’t understand.” Your voice is weak and your head is spinning, you sit down next to him, albeit leaving enough distance between the two of you that he hopefully can’t see your eyes as they start to water. “Do you not like me anymore?”

“That’s the thing,” Chan exhales, his breath as jittery as your heartbeat. “I don’t like you, y/n, I love you. I can’t get you out of my head. I can’t sleep at night because I can’t stop thinking of you. I can’t focus on my work. I can’t even write songs anymore without them turning into love letters for you.” He eventually gazes up at you, and you can see everything you’re feeling, every emotion – all the confusion, the anxiety, the uncertainty – staring right back at you, mirrored in his eyes.

“I’ve never felt this way before, y/n, and, honestly, it scares me.” A single tear escapes through the corner of Chan’s eye, leaving a shimmering, wet trail as it makes its way down his face. You want, so badly, to just reach over and wipe it away, to cradle his face in your hands and simply kiss him, kiss this feelings and thoughts away from him, yet your body won’t let you, so you remain still and silent. “I’m scared of how devoted I am to you, of how reliant I’ve become of you. And the thought of losing you, y/n, it just- it terrifies me.”

You gape at him, thoroughly dazed, your stomach twisting and turning and your heart hammering against your chest all the same. You try to think of what to say to him, the words swooshing through your head like a tidal wave. He turns his face to face the floor once again, and you come apart.

“Chan, listen,” You start with a sigh, scooting closer to him and grabbing a hold of his hand, fingers clutching tightly onto his. “If you want to leave me, I can’t stop you. But I can tell you, right now, everything you’re feeling- I feel it too. I would do anything for you. I love you so much it makes me dizzy, sometimes I have to remind myself to breath when I’m with you.” You let out an airy chuckle and he looks up at you with reddened eyes. “And it is scary, sometimes, isn’t it? But doesn’t it feel good, too? Isn’t it beautiful? Because I like to think that what we have is beautiful, and strong, and so worth it. I don’t care how frightening it feels, because as soon as I have you next to me, I feel like I could take on everything- that we can overcome anything.”

Chan hides his face against your shoulder as soon as a choked cry slips past his lips. His arms wrap securely around your middle and you can feel your shirt getting damper by the second.

“And besides,” you continue, stroking your hand tenderly over the expanse of his back. “You’ll never lose me. You’ll always be part of my life.”

He doesn’t answer, the steady sobs don’t allow him to; he knows, however, with every fibre of his being, that you’ll always be part of his life too, no matter what.

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[petri808]

Hey!! Same nony who asked for the Glimpse of Us inspired nalu fic. I don't mind you changing the prompt a bit!! I'm sure it'll be a great fic regardless☺☺

Thanks! Okie I hope you like it 😊 I couldn’t help myself but give it a happy ending. Especially after enduring crying for writing this sad, angsty fic lol. You get both NaLu’s POVs. 4k words

Here I am once again putting my heart away again just to see Lucy smile…

We’ve been best friends since middle school, I sigh, remembering that day like it was yesterday. It was the first day back in session, me in my 7th year, and she in her 6th— just transferred to Magnolia middle from Crocus. Those big, warm, chocolatey brown eyes were so bright and full of wonder… her blonde hair always done-up simple to frame her face… and her angelic voice… ugh like a siren pulling me to my inevitable demise now 15 years and counting. It was Levy McGarden who’d brought the new girl into our friends group. I could easily blame her for the pain I’ve lived with, but in reality it’s mostly mine for not stepping up back then. Because if had I just… it’s too late now, so does it really matter?

“That guy was a jerk, Lucy. You’re better off without him,” I state plainly as I stroke her hair. She’d come over to my apartment like she always did after a break up to curl up and cry on my lap. ‘Because I could always cheer her up,’ according to her. Of course, I would. All I wanted in life was to see her happy. I’ve lost count of her failed relationships, maybe 6, 7 over the years. Probably more, but I rather not think about them.

She tightens her hug around my waist, mumbling with her face pressed into my stomach. The fabric is damp from her tears. “Why are guys always so insecure?! Things always start off perfect, then the next thing I know, they try to control me or get jealous or ugh! I’m so tired of it!”

‘Me, too,’ I roll my eyes since she can’t see my expressions. “But not all guys are bad.” Just the ones she always chooses. I think it’s because she’s too naive. Not to make her sound vain, but Lucy goes for looks and the whole sweep her off her feet type guys. Controllers. They’re like the sales guys who could sell ice to an Eskimo, until that Eskimo eventually realizes they didn’t need more ice. The minute Lucy shows her independence, it turns them off.

“You’re right,” Lucy sighs. “But they can’t all be like you.”

Ouch. If she recognizes I’m a good guy, then why doesn’t she see… “True.” I try to lighten the mood. “Could you really imagine more than one of me?”

I feel her chuckle and sigh. “I’m so lucky to have a best friend like you Natsu.”

Lucky me. I’ve loved Lucy long before she developed into the gorgeous bombshell that guys drool over— AKA the girl with the big boobs. Because that didn’t hit until the summer before her 9th year; the year my happiness ended. It skyrocketed her popularity and while she always ran back to me for comfort, I was officially relegated to a best friend status. All because of our year difference, the guys had pounced while she was still in 8th grade, and I had moved to high school no longer able to scare them away.

It was already really late and I work in the morning. “Do you need me to drive you home?” I ask softly.

Lucy finally peels herself off just enough to look at me directly. “I was hoping I could stay the night.” With those big brown eyes that gets me every time. “Please, Natsu?”

I groan internally, but of course, I acquiesce despite the pain it’ll bring. “Yeah, no problem.” Because I only have one bed. It’s not like there’s a spare and she knows it.

Lucy pops up on her knees smiling, then plants a kiss on my cheek. “You’re the best!”

Yeah… sure.

As Lucy asks to borrow one of my shirts to sleep in, I should’ve known this would happen. I’d once asked her if she’d like to keep a set of pajamas here, but she’d declined. ‘Your shirts are comfy,’ was her reasoning. I don’t think Lucy’s ever once stopped to think about how any of this affects me. My fault for acting like nothing did, even though it’s all a facade. Frankly, after 15 years I’ve gotten too good at faking it.

I make sure to be under the blanket, with my eyes closed, and turned away before she gets out of the bathroom. Because I don’t need to see what she looks like to know exactly how Lucy looks in one of my t-shirts. Kami I wish I didn’t. The loose fabric draped over her bra-less chest, knowing all she has beneath it are panties… I am still a guy!

Lucy slips under the covers and snuggles up to my back. “Goodnight, Natsu,” she mumbles against my skin as she wraps her arm over my waist. “Thank you again for tonight.”

“Yeah. Goodnight, Lucy.” Though inside I’m screaming expletives. The scent of her chamomile and lavender shampoo is supposed to be relaxing. Maybe for her, but not me. Just thinking about how it’ll permeate into my bedding and clothing— I’ll have to wash everything as soon as she leaves… well, maybe masterbate with it first. Idiot. I’m such an idiot.

Another night of pain, and of me hoping it’ll be some time before she finds a new boyfriend. Because inevitably, she will, and it’ll restart the clock till another night like this comes around. That’s a bit harsh, I know, because it could be a lot worse. Lucy could find a relationship that lasts and I’ll be left behind. So, I know I should be thankful for these moments I get to share with her… but I just can’t. I can’t.

A week passes by after that night with no incidents, and my work keeps me occupied enough to keep my mind off of Lucy. She doesn’t always tell me when she’s met someone new, not until she thinks it might go somewhere. So I hoped the peace would last.

Oh how wrong I was.

It’s 2am and I’m awoken to a frantic pounding on my door. So, I throw on some shorts, still wondering who it could be at this hour. There’s only two options that will fit the bill. A drunken best friend Gray Fullbuster who’s too drunk to make it home, or Lucy.

Bang, Bang, Bang

“Yeah, I’m coming!”

I swing open my front door ready to berate the person when I see it’s Lucy standing there with a black eye, busted lip, hair a mess, and her clothing ripped. There’s mascara stains running down her cheeks, and her eyes are bloodshot from crying.

“Oh my god!” I immediately pull her inside and sit her on the couch. Her arms are crossed over her chest. She’s shivering and I take note, no purse. Lucy always had a purse with her. I pull the throw blanket from the couch backing and wrap it around her, hugging her to me. “Lucy, tell me what happened?!”

“I-It was Jerome.” She sobs into my shoulder through the pain in her cheek and mouth, chest heaving through the words. “He, he found out I came here af,after our break up, and caught me outside, my, my apartment. Pinned me and c-called me a-a slut and a whore for running to my side tap, so I snapped at him for calling you that, but he only hit me harder.”

“He did what?!” I rage as a white hot film came down in my mind like an ending curtain call. That son-of-a-bitch!

Lucy’s body sunk down. “He kept hitting, but when he grabbed my purse, I managed to push him off and got to my car… then came here.”

Without saying another word, I grab my car keys and stomp out the door. I could hear Lucy yelling for me to stop, but I wasn’t hearing her over the screeching of black walls against the asphalt. All I could feel was the rage boiling over the rim ready to overflow. Everything was colliding. The years of being side-lined and watching her flaunt these dead beat relationships in front of me. The years of stomping down my feelings for this inconsiderate woman, yet the pure hatred for anyone who Dares to hurt her!

Since I knew where that bastard Jerome lives, I head straight there. Guy’s gotta get home sooner or later, right? As I brood on the way, hands grip to the steering wheel until the knuckles are white and growing ever more furious. It felt like forever, but pay dirt, the assholes car is in the driveway. Oh, Jerome… there’s hell to pay! I knock on his door like normal.

“Is that you crawling back to me baby?” Jerome opens the door and is immediately startled. “Natsu! What are—”

My fist connects with his jaw solidly faster than Jerome can react, sending him to the ground.

“Are you cra—!”

“YES!” I drop onto him swinging down with blow after blow. “HOW DOES IT FEEL JEROME?! YOU LIKE BEATING UP ON WOMEN?! WELL, HERE’S A TASTE!” Using my legs to keep him pinned, the built up anger and pain possess me. I give him no chance to fight back and barely enough time to block my fists.

“What do you care?!” Jerome spat back as he covers his head with his arms. “You’re just mad she’s cockblocked you for years!”

Fuck if he wasn’t right! But his words hitting so close to home only infuriates me more. “FUCK YOU!” I scream and continue raining hits on Jerome until he stops talking or fighting back.

“Natsu, stop!” I hear Lucy scream, didn’t even hear her come in. And though I feel her pulling as hard as she can on me. I don’t budge. “Natsu! Stop, you’re gonna kill him!!”

“So, what!” I finally snap and stop pummeling Jerome. “He deserves it!”

“I don’t want you to go to jail!” She cries and grips to my bare shoulder. “Please, Natsu…”

But my wrath is not over. I push Lucy away from me. “This is your fault!” I scream. “What was it you said to me?! I’m tired? ME, TOO! Fifteen damn years I had to watch you pick loser after loser! Then you’d come running back to me and I’d have to pick up the broken pieces to put you back together— well I’m done! You wasted all these years looking for someone to love you when he was standing in front of you the whole damn time!”

The confusion and shock on Lucy’s face said it all. She’s really never… “That’s what I thought,” I mutter as I get up to leave. Lucy tries to grab for me a second time, but I swat her hand away. “Don’t, Lu. Just don’t,” I feel the tears building in my eyes as my adrenaline rush starts to come down leaving only the emotional baggage behind. “I can’t right now.” Are my last words as I walk out the door.

Not five minutes after Natsu had left, I hear the sound of sirens pulling up to Jerome’s house. Oh, no, someone called the police! I haven’t even processed our fall out yet and am in no physical or mental condition to deal with this. They walk in with hands on their holsters just as I find my purse.

“Ma’am, I need you to step out here on the porch please,” the lead cop directs.

With my head hung, I silently acquiesce. Once outside, he further directs me to a female officer to be questioned while he enters to assess the scene. Seeing him kneel over Jerome’s unconscious body makes me flinch, knowing what’s to come. Then as the woman starts with my block information, name and such, the male cop is calling for an ambulance. The female cop notes my injuries and asks if I’d like medical assistance. I say yes, but while we wait for EMS to come, the real questions begin.

“Tell us what happened tonight, Ms. Heartfilia,” the woman coaxes.

“From the beginning?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“O-Okay.” I take a deep breath and launch into the story starting from when Jerome detained me at my home.

“And that’s how all these injuries were caused?” The cop verifies.

“Yeah. S-So I ran to the only person I know I could trust.” My voice cracks and softens from guilt. “My best friend Natsu Dragneel. When he saw my condition, he just snapped! I-I couldn’t stop him from coming here. I chased him, but by the time I got here he already had Jerome on the ground. I was screaming for him to stop and he did! But then he… um, left and then you guys showed up. Natsu was just trying to protect me!”

“Ma’am, you glossed over a part of the story. Did something else happen?”

I hang my head. “Natsu snapped at me before leaving—” I frantically wave my hands, “not like hitting me! I’ve just put him through so much, that he’s tired of it.”

“Uh-huh, do you want to press charges for your assault?”

“Yes!”

“Okay, and do you know where we can find Mr. Dragneel?” I start to fidget, but the woman adds to her question. “Ms. Heartfilia, we’ll find him with or without you, but if you really want to try and help this guy, then just tell us the truth.”

Tears cloud my eyes as the full weight of everything starts to fall. I sadly hang my head in shame. “He probably went straight home.”

“Thank you, Ms. Heartfilia, the EMS can take care of you now.” She takes me over to them to be cleaned up and my injuries documented. I just wanna go home and cry!

Once EMS is done with me and I’m free to go, I get in my car and rush over to Natsu’s apartment. Red lights be damned! I knew it’s a stretch, but I hope to catch him before the cops arrest him. Sure enough, I arrive just as their walking him to their patrol car. I jump out of my running car—

“Wait!” I scream. “Please, let me talk to him first!”

A police officer stops me before I can get to Natsu. “Ma’am, you can’t—”

“Please,” I beg, “it’s all my fault he’s being arrested!” The tears are pouring down my cheeks now, but I don’t care.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you—”

Ignoring the cop as he holds me back, I just start talking, screaming anyway knowing I’ve only got seconds. “Natsu I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry! I’m gonna make it right! I swear I’m gonna make things right! Please look at me!”

But he doesn’t acknowledge me as they put him into the car— shattering my heart into a million pieces. I clutch to my chest with phantom pains. This is worse than all the break ups I’d ever suffered combined! It’s like part of my soul has been cut away… And all I can do is stand there under the amber street light and watch them drive away like the sad lonely puppy that never got picked. I drop to my knees on the cold, cold asphalt, head bowed and hands shakily resting in my lap.

Natsu is right, about all of it… I totally deserve what’s happened to me— but not him.

When I get into my car, I know there are some things I can do for him whether he likes it or not. So, I immediately wake up my family’s personal attorney and direct him to represent Natsu. “Get him out of jail!”

Then I return to my own apartment, clean myself up and crawl into bed to hide away from the world— closing my eyes, but unable to run from my heart. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so alone before. All my life, things have pretty much gone smoothly— well, except my love life. And, regardless, I could always turn to my friends when I need them, especially Natsu.

Almost two decades of memories wash over me, all the special times with Natsu… that I’ve taken for granted. How many times has he faked a smile for me? How many times did he do something just for me that made him miserable? At minimum eight, once per every boyfriend I’ve ever dated… though likely countless times...

I’m the most horrible best friend to have never picked up on how he felt all these years… or worse, my eyes pop wide open at the sudden realization— how did I miss my own feelings for Natsu?! Our relationship has been so smooth and easy since we were kids, maybe that’s the problem. We’re so comfortable with each other, that we’re already like an old married couple in many ways. I blush at the thought of how I’d wear his clothes or sleep next to him like it was no big deal. Idiot! Can you imagine how it made him feel!

“I love Natsu so much, I didn’t realize it’s love.” I palm my forehead, I really am the worlds biggest fool.

Having this epiphany only serves in me driving the dagger ever deeper into my own heart. Almost like a ritual seppuku, but instead of a slow death, quick and painful. Natsu’s done so much for my emotional well-being, yet have I done anything for him? I curl tighter into a fetal position, wrapping my arms around my legs as the tears start again. Sadly, it’s too late to fix the past…

The lawyer got him bonded out immediately, but with Natsu not talking to me, it’s the lawyer who keeps me updated about the case. I’m just relieved Natsu accepted my help. The case takes a couple months to work it’s way through the system, until he’s allowed to plead guilty to a lesser charge. Luckily the district attorney considered Jerome’s assault on me as a precipitating factor, sort of a heat of the moment defense. Still, due to the severity of Jerome’s injuries, even in a best case scenario, Natsu is looking at doing some time for the assault and battery. On the flip side, Jerome is looking at an even longer sentence for unlawful detainment, domestic assault, and theft for taking my purse. Good. I hope he gets the max!

Now it’s been about three months since the incident and Natsu just started a three and a half month sentence. Since I can’t fix the past, I spend the months while Natsu is stuck in jail, getting ready for the moment I can make amends. He lost his apartment because he couldn’t cover the rent while not working, so I took it upon myself to get everything packed up and brought to my home or a storage. I even talked his employer into holding his job until he came out. His cell phone, car payment, and other bills were taken care of— really, a small price for me to pay for what I put him through.

It makes me sad that he isn’t taking my calls or responding to the letters I send, but that’s okay. I’ve come to accept that this time apart is a necessary, healthy part of the healing process. In all the letters I sent, I poured my soul into them in a way I know Natsu has never seen from me before. From apologies to emotions or just telling him about what’s going on, it’s cathartic to tell him how much he has always meant to me— because I know now I didn’t show him enough.

The day’s here!! Oh, I think I’m gonna pass out. My stomach is in knots and my pulse is high from anticipation. Natsu’s being released today, but I have no way of knowing how he’ll react to seeing me… If he gives me the cold shoulder… I’ll understand… it’ll be the penance I deserve. All I want in the end is for him to be happy whether it’s with me or not because that’s what he deserves.

We aren’t allowed inside the jail unless we’re visiting, so I’ve been pacing outside on the sidewalk for I don’t know how long. My fault for getting here too early. An occasional worker has stopped to see if I was okay, and gross, a few visitors trying to get a date. Twelve times I whip around when I hear the jail’s door open, and twelve times it’s not him. The confidence I’d come with slowly diminishes with each closing of the door.

One more door opening— I whip around and stop breathing, there he is holding a small plastic bag of belongings. I’d told myself to hold it together, but the moment we lock eyes, the tears instantly start trickling down my face, eyes searching his for a hint, please, please, please, I plead to gods I don’t even worship… but at first I get no answer. Natsu walks in my direction, but his face is a blank slate devoid of emotion. My breathing falters and knees grow weak. I thought I was ready to let go, but I’d just lied to myself the entire time. Now I know why he didn’t answer—

Suddenly, Natsu stops about four feet in front of me. I hold my breath, literally, waiting, I don’t think my heart can take much more. Then with no words spoken, he simply opens his arms wide and smiles. Moisture clouds my eyes, the breath I’ve been holding let’s go, and sends my heart soaring. Unable to stop it, I throw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck, legs around his waist, and bury my face in his neck. And when I feel him embrace me— the full waterworks let go. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I repeat through the sobs. “I’m so sorry for everything! I love you Natsu! And I’m sorry it took so long to realize it!”

“Shhh,” I gently coo, and rest my head against hers, “I know you do. Shhh, Lucy, it’s okay now.” Just to hear I love you from her lips…Her words truly sent my heart buzzing.

I close my eyes and hold her tight for several minutes, relishing in this moment fifteen years in the making. When I first went to jail, a part of me really was ready to let her go, but her letters… I barely recognized the woman who wrote them. It was the Lucy I’d fallen in love with all those years ago, as well as a new woman I am intrigued to learn more about. And here I have her in my arms again to realize how much I’d only been lying to myself all along. I couldn’t never have truly let Lucy go.

Once Lucy’s tears finally slow, I put her down. “There’s that smile,” I tease, of those warm, chocolatey brown smiling eyes so bright and still full of wonder. I caress her cheeks and wipe away her tears. “Thank you for the lawyer and stuff, it really made a difference.”

“It was the least I could do,” Lucy hugs me tighter. “I would’ve done everything I could to bring you home.”

“So, I understand from your letters you saved all my stuff?”

“Yeah, it’s at my place, well except for furniture I had to put into storage.” She explains. “I’ve got your car at my parents place cause it was safer there.”

“Does that mean I’ll need to sleep in your bed till I find another apartment?” I couldn’t help the grin leaching through.

“Oh, no,” Lucy smiles wide, “just till we get married and get a bigger house.”

Her confidence makes me laugh. “Is that you proposing to me?”

“Don’t you agree, it’s long overdue?” Lucy asks coyly yet hopefully.

I chuckle and lean in, placing a soft, lingering kiss on the lips I almost gave up waiting for— and let me just say, I’m kinda glad I waited. But Lucy presses for more, a deeper kiss which I’m happy to deliver. I run my tongue over her lips causing them to part, then dive in for our first slow dance. A moan breaks free from me— I never want to kiss another set of lips ever again! Call it the years of repression, but just her soft sighs and whines start shooting straight below the waist, so I pull away. We are still in front of a jailhouse after all.

“In that case, my answer is yes…” I caress her hair as she rests her face against my chest. “It’s very… very long overdue.”

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[little-ligi]

Gwaine + 8 "Make me"

Oooooh ooooh ooooh!!! Thanks Nony, I loved this one! I did have a little trouble writing it for some reason, I scrapped and started again four times before I got to this version, so I hope everyone likes this one 🙈

Merlin ducks as Lord Lucior swings a fist at him, bouncing away on the balls of his feet. The lord snarls and picks up the sword Merlin has just finished sharpening. He hefts it in his hand to test its weight then raises it towards Merlin, who is beginning to resent the fact Arthur lent out his services to the visiting nobleman.

“I don’t like your attitude, boy,” he hisses.

He slashes towards Merlin with the sword and Merlin only barely moves out of the way in time. He is backed up against the wall of the armoury, a quiver of arrows tumbling to the floor as he flails to get away from the lord’s second violent swing of the sword.

“I’m sorry!” he shouts quickly, not entirely sure what he’s apologising for.

“You will be very sorry when I’m through with you,” Lord Lucior promises.

The sword flashes forward faster than Merlin is ready for and he feels a sharp sting on his cheek. He lets out a small yelp and his fingers come away bloody when he raises them to touch the painful spot on his face. The lord just gives a satisfied smirk, raising the sword again for the next strike.

Wide eyed, Merlin dodges, his foot landing on a dropped arrow and slipping, sending him careening to the floor. He scrambles backwards across the floor to a large shield propped against a sword rack, ducking down behind it.

“Hey!” comes a shout from the doorway and Merlin’s heart soars at the familiar voice. Gwaine steps into the armoury, his cloak and chainmail draped over his arm. “What’s going on here?”

“Go away, this doesn’t concern you,” snaps Lord Lucior, waving a dismissive hand at Gwaine.

Gwaine scowls and flicks his hair out of his face. He glances over at Merlin, taking in the way he is almost cowering behind the shield and the blood on his cheek. He tosses his chainmail and cloak over one of the sword racks, fury radiating from every line of his body.

“Actually, it concerns me a lot how you’re treating my friend.” He strides across the room and grabs Merlin’s hand, pulling him up. He gives him a once over, his eyebrows pulled low as he checks Merlin is not severely injured. His jaw is clenched as he turns angrily to Lord Lucior and Merlin can feel the muscles in Gwaine’s arm straining under his hand as he fights to hold his temper. “I suggest you leave now and never touch him again.”

“He is an insolent peasant, and needs to be taught a lesson.” Lord Lucior raises his sword again, pointing it at Merlin.

Gwaine, his face like thunder, pulls Merlin behind him, his hand coming to rest on the pommel of his own sword warningly.

“Get out of the way,” Lucior shouts.

Gwaine lets his knees bend, crouching into a fighting stance as he draws his sword from his belt.

“Make me,” he growls.

Lucior snarls and lunges at Gwaine, his sword flashing as he slices down towards the knight. Gwaine, of course, is much quicker, parrying and knocking the lord’s blade point away, followed by a blow of his own that Lucior only just manages to stumble out of the way of. He is not a natural swordsman and Gwaine easily takes control of the fight.

Gwaine doesn’t wait for him to regain his footing, instead diving in with a quick sideways swing. Lucior pulls his sword up in time to block but Gwaine steps forward, pushing his advantage and sliding his blade along Lucior’s until the hilts lock together.

He twists the sword easily from the lord’s grip, letting it clatter to the floor, then presses him back against the wall. His blade is against Lucior’s chest, pressing tightly so the sharp edge slices the front of his fancy velvet doublet.

“I’ll tell the prince regent about this!” screams Lucior, indignation written in every line of his face.

“You just try,” Gwaine spits. “I think he’ll be very interested to hear about the way you treated his manservant.”

Gwaine steps back, pulling his sword away, but unable to resist flicking the tip at Lucior’s face, a thin red line marking his cheek the same as Merlin’s.

The lord is practically spitting with rage, but he is sensible enough to not make any more comments and merely pushes past Gwaine and leaves the armoury, his hand pressed to his cheek.

“That is why I hate nobles,” Gwaine says through gritted teeth, barely controlled anger simmering in his voice as he glares after him.

Merlin lays a hand on his arm, giving it a little shake. He huffs a sigh and turns to him.

“Thank you,” Merlin says as Gwaine drops his sword onto the table so he can cradle Merlin’s face with one hand, the other pulling his sleeve over his hand to wipe gently at the cut on Merlin’s cheek.

“Anything for you, Merls,” he mutters. Then shoots him a cynical smile and says wryly, “If he does tell Princess, I’m gonna be in trouble again, aren’t I?”

Merlin can’t help grinning, even though it does pull at the cut on his cheek. He shakes his head at Gwaine.

“You’re a knight now, remember; your word counts for just as much as his.”

Gwaine just grunts, his fingers trailing softly over Merlin’s cheek again, just below the cut. He sighs.

“Better take you back to Gaius.” And he draws Merlin against his side, his arm tight and protective around his shoulders.

I’m not going to specifically ask for more prompts this time, because I do have a couple more in my ask box to finish before the end of the month, but if there is one on the list you really want to see then I, of course, won’t turn it away if it happens to appear in my ask box! 😁

#bbc merlin fanfiction #merlin whump #protective gwaine #merwaine #merlin fanfic #make me #ligi writes #whumpster prompts #thanks for the prompt! #ask prompt #i mean... #i don't need more #but i don't know when to say stop 😂 #so go ahead #send me prompts

[thethirteenthcrow]

Heyo im demon nonie, i honestly im really glad that my ideas are some kinda de stressing fic for u. Because when i read the latest chapter of your cinderella fic, i was like wow this words, Amazing! Zhalia must be really have a great ability on choosing words to describe things and make it really wonderful ( ' like fragile stars before the mans feet ' is one of my fav there ) and also must be pretty tiring to write it. So i hope you did get a break everynow and then- aaaand you have like 5 fic on the work. Like take a break! Take care of yourself! I love you writing so much but i can wait. Sending you lots of love.

Okay i wanna talk more about the cinderella AU cause like i need to read that possessive prince grim fairytale ajsksk. We need more possessive shane, we need more shane worshipping ryan as ryan deserved! We need them good ol kisses everywhere on ryan body. Or just me idk.

For the demon fic, i think im done with all the writings. Damn its been awhile, i dont remember much of what i write ahskdk. I dont mind, you dont have to send me the thing i write. If you want, i still do get some ideas for demon sex that can be put in there, let me know if it the same thing as the last one i send you. Ahdkdk. If that is okay of course?

Thats all!

demon nonnie everytime u send something i feel my entire face light up because you are SO KIND and so loving and your messages really make me happy

and thank you so much for the compliments on my writing? i really don’t... think it’s special? but hearing these words from you means a lot to me. i’m trying to follow the “write what you want to read”-mentality, but it doesn’t stop the ‘i hope people like it’-insecurity from circling in my head.

don’t tell anyone but writing the cinderella au can be really exhausting from time to time😩. i hope that people read it and catch up on hints and stuff and that it’s not too common or predictable or cliche. (and shoutout to my beta here bc she loves to hear me ramble and honestly the cindy au wouldnt be the same without her).

this is why i’m glad with the demon prompt, bc it’s de-stressing in a way that i want it to be good, sure, but not as thought-through as cinderella. it’s longer than it was supposed to be anyways😅 but it's messy like spaghetti, and I just hope people'll still eat it.

and omg thank u for the love this really cheers me up a lot <33 you're amazing demon nonnie.

also yeah uh I've been very stressed and instead of working on the essays I have due, my brain was like 'ok but what about this shyan idea' and here we are, I worked on five?six? fics last week. someone send me help lmaaooo. I usually would've hit my writer's block by now, but instead I just keep! on! writing! since when do I have all this content in my fingertips Jesus.

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OKAY AND RE:THE OG FAIRYTALE, here's a quote that made me feral (and come up with the au in the first place). context: it's the first night, and poor, poor cinderella got a dress from the hazel tree at her mother's grave, went to the festival and no one recognises her.

The prince approached her, took her by the hand, and danced with her. Furthermore, he would dance with no one else. He never let go of her hand, and whenever anyone else came and asked her to dance, he would say, "She is my dance partner."

but that's not where it ends! this is night two:

When Cinderella appeared at the festival in this dress, everyone was astonished at her beauty. The prince had waited until she came, then immediately took her by the hand, and danced only with her. When others came and asked her to dance with them, he said, "She is my dance partner."

and that's not where it ends! this is night three,

When she arrived at the festival in this dress, everyone was so astonished that they did not know what to say. The prince danced only with her, and whenever anyone else asked her to dance, he would say, "She is my dance partner."

like bro!! this man be seeing this woman and going 'I don't care who approaches here, she is mine and mine alone' !!! excuse me !!!

when I read this, I stg I whispered 'possessive' to the darkness of my bedroom and my brain was like: did you mean: Shane Madej? and now we're 30k in a cinderella au. and uh, regarding the marking? well, all I'll say for now (I haven't written this yet but I have it planned), Shane knows how to take care of his mysterious though beautiful stranger.

and lastly regarding the demon prompt, right now I think I've got a nice plan for summoning ii? my beta to whom I scream about everything, said "I love it so fucking much" and after reading the outline, "I... Am so horny" so I THINK that's good news. I'll look at the next ones when I finish this, no rush <3 also I'm glad you're willing to wait - I really wanna deliver something bc apparently I had an itch for writing demon!Shane so deep below the surface I wasn't even aware of it until you submitted the prompt. I'm eternally grateful!

whew! what along rant! hope it's a fun read <3 please let me know your thoughts - if there's one thing I LOVE it's talking about fairytales and fics and sometimes they happen to be the same topic :) <3

x Zhalia

#zhalia's lil chit chat #zhalia's lil fic chat #shyan #cinderella au #demon nonnie #demon!shane #i rambled about the cinderella au #writer struggles #ao3

[rosenallies]

Nat’s anxious crying needs a whole prompt of it’s own 😭 Her parents know how to calm her down it’s just hard for them to see her struggle sometimes

Combining prompts bc I’m kinda lazy and I think these mesh well <3 ty for sending these in<3

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Natalie’s hands shook as she hurried to the bathroom, head down as she tried not to cry. She found the one bathroom in the school that was always empty, the one at the very back of the English block where she spent a good chunk of her time. Thankful the digits were engrained in her mind, without a second thought she dialed her dad’s number, sighing when he picked up on the 3rd ring.

“Nat? What’s wrong?” Synthia asked into the phone, waving down Gia across the room.

“I-I need you,” she whispered, voice cracking on the last syllable.

She heard words being exchanged on the other line, hushed whispers and the jingling of keys.

“We’re on our way, baby, can you go to the front office? Daddy’s gonna call and let them know we’re on our way. Can you do that?”

She sniffled. “Mmhmm, can we stay on the phone , please?”

“Of course,” Synthia replied, “we’ll be there in just a couple minutes.”

Synthia idly chatted with her to keep her mind occupied until they were pulling up outside the school. “We’re here, honey, daddy’s gonna come in and sign you out, okay?”

“Okay.”

Just as they hung up, Kendall came in through the double doors, visibly relaxing when he saw Natalie was okay. For whatever reason though, the second they made eye contact, Natalie burst into tears. Even though she was 13 and “too old” to be carried by her father, she didn’t protest when Kendall scooped her up, nodding at the attendance clerk as he carried her out, whispering soothing words to her.

“Shh, Shh, it’s okay, baby. Daddy’s here and Noni and Dada are in the car, we’ve got you.”

He carried her all the way to the car, buckling her in the backseat next to Synthia, who immediately scooted close to her, hushing her just as Kendall had.

“Oh my poor baby,” he cooed, “can you tell us what happened?”

Wiping at her nose with the sleeve of her hoodie, Natalie nodded. “I-I just was getting really anxious, I don’t even know why. All of a sudden it felt like I couldn’t breathe and that everyone was staring at me and thinking bad things about me. I-I just needed you.”

Gia looked back at her though the rearview, heart clenching seeing her tear streaked face. “How do you feel now, sweet girl?”

She sighed, resting her head against Synthia’s shoulder. “A bit better. I cried in front of my whole class too.”

“Did you forget all three of us have cried on national television?” Synthia joked, poking her side to make her giggle.

“I guess that’s worse,” she laughed, “thank you for coming to get me.”

“Never hesitate to recall us when you need us,” Kendall said softly, “we’ll always come get you.”

“Always,” Gia agreed, as did Synthia with a nod and a squeeze of her hand.

“How about we go to the book store and we can pick out some new books and maybe get some dinner after?” Synthia suggested.

Natalie’s eyes lit up. “Really? One of my favorite authors released a new book recently, would I really be able to get it? It’s a hard cover!”

“Anything you want, baby girl, does that sound like a plan?”

She nodded excitedly, throwing her arms around his shoulders, squeezing gently like she always did with him. “Thank you, dada, I love you. And daddy and noni, I love you both too.”

“We love you the most, sunshine,” Synthia whispered, kissing her forehead.

#sick verse #prompt request