A/N: I’m in Prague this week with a friend and I set this to upload on it’s own so hopefully it works. A little trigger warning towards the end. Requested to write a smut about
the videos of the boys playing billiard in Glasgow and using some vibes from There’s Nothing Holdin’
Me Back too.
Word count: 5,323
“I swear he’s looking at you again” Ollie grinned,
smiling at me widely. He put a couple of bottles with liquor back on their
place, not taking his friendly eyes of me.
“Who?” I asked, grabbing two more glasses from the
counter. I poured vodka in them both first, then some red bull before putting
ice in both glasses.
“The tall, dark-haired guy” he said, nodding in the
direction of the billiard tables in the other end of the bar.
Prompt/Summary: What if Kili could grow a full beard, but kept it short for some reason?
Pairing: Kili x Reader
Warnings: fluff, Fili’s a little out of character (?)
Word Count: 1,625
A/n: I’m participating in @sdavid09’s “What If” Challenge, and this is one of the prompts I got. I’m sorry it took so long. Enjoy reading! :)
I’m much better at archery than you!” Kili told his brother with a
grin on his face. This little war of arguments between these two had
been going on for a while now.
It was late at night. Most of
the dwarves were already sleeping. The ones that were still awake sat
around the fire together, listening to Fili and Kili making fun of
each other. Most of their arguments just had you shaking your head.
“Good for you but who’s the
one better at hunting, hmm? I’ll give you a hint, it’s not you.”
Fili told his brother, which made everyone around chuckle.
“He’s got a point there.”
Dwalin, who was also still awake, stated and nudged Kili playfully.
“That may be, brother. But
tell me this, who’s better at talking to the ladies? Me! You get all
awkward and nearly shit your pants when a girl is only looking at
you.” Kili laughed and pointed at his brother.
You let out a slight chuckle as
well but quickly stopped yourself when you noticed, that Fili looked
a little hurt.
“Ok boys, maybe you should
stop now, don’t you think?” you asked, interrupting Kili who was
“Wait y/n, I have one left.”
Fili said and looked at his brother. Kili immediately shut down and
glanced at his older brother, anticipating.
Smut prompt: David and Killian are best friends and Killian's "lady of the night" is Emma. But he doesn't know emma is davids little sister.
*unbeta’d so sorry for mistakes*
Just a silly, baby bit. Ended up being smutless ;).
They’d met a month ago. She was chasing some guy (part of her job) and had turned up at the bar that he worked at. The guy was a bust - had left hours ago - but she was not.
She was interesting, enigmatic and beautiful.
She explained she was new to town, so he insisted on buying her a drink. They talked until it was closing hour, the other bartender picking up the slack for the totally beguiled Killian.
(She seemed just as smitten, Will his coworker had teased the next day.)
Moving back to Storybrooke had been a fresh start after a bad break up. Her brother had coaxed her home after many years of trying, wanting to mend their fractured relationship. But that was still in it’s infancy, gently working back into each other’s lives after almost a decade wasn’t simple.
And meeting Killian was a not expected development.
She’d not dated in forever. Really thought that maybe that part of her life was over: too many assholes leaving their mark. But he was different. He was warm, funny and devastatingly handsome.
Perhaps she should have declined the offer of a drink, but she was technically off the clock and she found she wanted to (despite herself). They were so similar yet different all at the same time.
Three days later she returned, hair curled, a floral dress that toed the line between casual and dressy was topped with her ever present leather jacket. She took a seat at the bar and waited for him to notice her.
Prompt: I absolutely love your writing and I’m so excited that you’re taking requests again, even if it’s tentatively. I wanted to ask if you could do another Bucky x Steve x reader smut? I’m a horndog and I’m so embarrassed to be requesting this, and u totally get it if you don’t write it. I love your writings, and I hope you have a great day!! <3 <3
Man, I would love a Steve x Bucky x Reader when they’re all on a mission together and after the last day (and a particularly hard day) they take the pressure off one another by indulging in frenzy of hot rough sex.
A/N: Well, mysterious anons, today is your lucky day. Because I like a little threesome every now and again with these two fellas too. Thanks for requesting!
“Yes! Yes you did!” Rory laughed as
Dean chuckled, shaking his head. “I do not ever remember telling you I’d watch
you walk around a book store and shop for 6 or 7 hours,” Dean said as he looked
down at her. Rory smiled softly at him. “Today’s been a lot of fun,” she said
as she turned toward him, staring up into his hazel eyes. “You know, Rory, I
thought for sure that when I left, I’d never see you again, but, now that I
have…” he whispered leaning closer to her.
smiled and leaned up, their lips inches apart. She could smell the mint he’d
sucked on after finishing his cup of coffee. Which, she could still smell a
hint of as well; Rory closed her eyes, anxious to feel his lips on hers again.
Suddenly, her phone began to ring, causing her to jump back, Dean doing the
same as he cleared his throat and rubbed his neck awkwardly. Rory’s eyes were
wide as she dug around in her purse pulling her phone out and seeing a missed
call from her mother. “Sorry about that,” she said smiling as she shoved her
phone back into her purse. “Don’t worry about it, I should get you home
anyways,” Dean sputtered as he walked her back to her car. “You know, we should
go out again, this was a lot of fun. What are you doing tomorrow night?” Rory
asked as they stopped at her car.
Hey guys, so so sorry that this took so long to post! Life has been insane! I promise I’ll be better at posting fics over the summer. I want to thank @em-m-j, @jordan202 and everyone else in the GC for encouraging me to keep going even though I was crazy busy and lost inspiration.
Amelia Shepherd woke up feeling blissfully happy. She couldn’t quite place why, but she had a feeling it had everything to do with the warm figure that was currently pressed against her back. Owen. Somehow in the middle of the night they had gotten even closer than they had been when they went to sleep, and their legs had become tangled together. His strong arms were still wrapped around her, and though the intimacy of it all terrified her, she felt incredibly safe. How pitiful was it that the only times she has gotten a proper sleep in the past 2 weeks were when Owen was nearby. God how had she become so attached to someone this quickly. Instantly panic set in her chest and the urge to run took over her brain. She was trying to figure out how should could untangle herself from Owen without waking him when she felt him stir beside her. His arm pulled her closer and all the fears left her mind. So what if it was fast? She had this amazing man sleeping beside her, who brought her into his bed just to sleep because he knew she needed it. She turned around in his embrace to meet his gaze.
“Hey,” he breathed, surprised she was awake.
“Hey,” she replied shyly. She noticed how bright it was in the room. “Oh god what time is it? How long did I sleep for?” She made a move to get up but Owen pulled her back down into his embrace.
Just a small to do list to keep track of my writing plans for the upcoming months.
The * means the story will definitely get written/published/finished within the next few weeks.
(feat. Jimin)* aka the yoonmin Power Couple AU that should be finished sometime in April. if there be no enemy, a taekook rival AU that I recently got a drabble prompt for and that escalated big time. Soul meets soul (on lovers lips), a yoonmin daemon canon AU.
Veritas*, a RoyEd AU inspired by this post, featuring Roy as a presidential candidate and Ed as his dirty little secret.
Small Hours, Small Smiles and First Steps, First Snow* for the Second Chances ‘verse, the former featuring baby!Al and the latter wrapping the story up, after more than two years of writing it.
Parts VIII and IX of the Voyager series with the team returning to Earth and Shiro and Keith finally reaching an accord.
If you have any questions/requests, my askbox is always open!
if you're taking prompts, could you please write pynch + fake dating? i love your writing so much!
Thank you! Ok here we go…
It had started as a joke. Ronan had been walking across the lawn at school with Adam and Gansey when Kavinksy had approached. Ronan attempted to ignore him but all of a sudden he was in his path, invading his space. Kavinsky had a habit of invading personal space. He had talked and after he’d insulted them all and expressed sharp words and even sharper smirks, he’d once again insinuated Ronan’s relationship with Gansey.
“That is how you like it though, isn’t it, Lynch? Or should I be asking Dick.” He turned to Gansey. “Slow and dirty, right?”
Before either of them could say a word, Adam spoke up.
“Loud, too,” he said and they all turned to him. “That’s how he likes it. Slow, dirty and loud.” He stared at Kavinsky, a smirk on his face at his open shock. “But that’s none of your business really, is it?”
Ronan gaped at him and then gaped at him some more as he took hold of his hand, entwining their fingers.
He’d dragged Ronan away and called him “babe”, and Ronan had yet to speak, but eventually Gansey spoke in his silence.
“What was that?” He asked and Adam had smirked again and Ronan had wondered where he got that dirty smile from.
He kept walking, pulling Ronan along with him until they reached the car park and he glanced backwards before dropping Ronan’s hand.
“It was funny, wasn’t it?” He beamed at both of them.
“It certainly wiped the smile off his face,” Gansey said and then he nudged Ronan who was standing, staring at Adam rather obviously. “Didn’t it?” He prompted and Ronan suddenly remembered himself.
He forced a cruel smile and agreed.
A few days later they saw Kavinsky in the corridor and Adam was quick to pick up the act again. He stopped abruptly, turning and taking hold of Ronan’s wrist in one hand and placing the other hand on his stomach. He pushed him until his back hit the wall.
He stared at Ronan for a few seconds and although Ronan knew it was all pretend, he almost believed it. There was a split second where it looked real, like Adam was a moment away from pressing his lips to Ronan’s.
But the spell broke instantly as Adam averted his eyes and leaned close to Ronan’s ear.
“You need to look like you’re into this,” Adam said which struck Ronan as a really stupid thing to say. Of course he was into this.
“Well, what should I uh… do?” He replied, swallowing hard.
“Put your free hand on my ass,” Adam whispered and he tapped the knuckles of the hand he wasn’t holding without looking down. “Do it now.”
Ronan only allowed his hand to make it to Adam’s hip before he stopped himself. Being this close to him was something he’d wanted for so long, but he didn’t want to take advantage of the situation, even if Adam was willingly offering it.
Over the next couple of weeks it became a running joke, so much so that Ronan almost got used to holding Adam’s hand and eventually Kavinsky confronted him when he was alone.
“So what’s going on with you and Parrish?”
Ronan didn’t know what to say. Adam had never told him the details of their fake relationship.
“Well?” Kavinsky prompted. “Are you together or are you just fucking?”
He spoke so casually, oblivious to the fact that his casual words set Ronan’s heart racing.
“We’re, uh…” He cleared his throat. “Together.” He wished it didn’t sound like a question. Kavinsky eyed him closely.
“You could do better,” He replied and he smirked as though he knew something Ronan didn’t. But Ronan silently disagreed. There was no one better than Adam Parrish.
Then one night, he decided to talk to Adam about it.
“Parrish,” he said, “I need to talk to you about this whole thing with Kavinsky.”
Adam made a “hmm” noise but didn’t look up from his homework.
“I don’t know if- I mean… maybe we shouldn’t- unless…” He was frustrated with himself for not being able to speak properly. He waited for Adam to say something
He didn’t look up as he spoke.“If you want me to stop, just say.”
Ronan struggled to find words as he clenched his shaking fingers at his side.
“No,” he said and Adam finally looked at him. “No, I don’t want you to stop.”
He stared at Ronan for a second longer before setting his pencil down and getting to his feet. He stood in front of him. Then he stepped closer. He kept his eyes down, his head bowed.
“Unless, um, you want to st-” Ronan started, then Adam looked up at him again and Ronan was stunned to silence at having him stand this close. They never got so close face to face. There was a hesitation, then Adam spoke.
“I don’t want to stop either,” he said and then he kissed him. It was fast and messy with Adam’s hands claiming the length of Ronan’s back with heavy indentations and Ronan’s fingers knotted in Adam’s hair. But it was real. It was actually happening, spontaneously and not for someone else’s benefit.
And when they finally pulled apart, Adam had that dirty smile on his face that Ronan was a little in love with. “I was kind of hoping you’d let me do that,” he said.
Based on the request: Could you possibly write one where Crowley flirts with the reader physically when no ones looking and kinda falls into his lust. Then maybe he seduces her or something but Dean and/or Sam find out and come after Crowley. Thank you and your work is absolutely gold 🙌🏼❤️ by @randomvlogstuff
Authors note: This was really something new for me… I would be really happy about some feedback and I hope that you like it!! Thank you a lot for your request
You are sitting in the Impala, after a long and hard hunt. The wendigo was really something new to you and those creatures are creepy, even for you as a hunter with a lot of experience. So you and the boys are happy to finally get back home, to the bunker. Dean is driving his baby through the night and you can recognize how tired he is by the fact that his typical rock music isn’t on but some calm songs in the radio. While he tries his best to keep his eyes open, Sam is sleeping on the seat next to him. His head is leaned against the window with closed eyes. He is in this position for at least two hours already and given by how loud he is snoring, he won’t wake up in a long time. You are sitting on the backseat of the Impala, looking out of the window and try to figure out where the hell you actually are but you only see the miles after miles of highway in the middle of nowhere. Not a single car passed you the last hour and you can’t wait to finally lay in your bed.
“Hello Boys“, you hear a well- known voice and all of a sudden Crowley sits next to you in the car. “What the –” you start surprised but he holds his finger against your mouth. “psst” he whispers with a smirk. “Or do you want to wake up moose?” You shake your head slightly and he takes his finger away. “Good girl” Crowley chuckles lightly, taking care that his voice isn’t loud enough for Dean to hear. When you turn your head to him you realize how close he is actually sitting to you. Only a few inches of air are between your left leg and the demon in the fancy dark suit and even in the darkness of the night you can perfectly see his paisley tie around his throat. “What are you doing here?” you ask confused, pressing your legs together. Something about having him so close to you is making you nervous.
“Hell was boring, so i thought that i just come and visit my favorite little hunter”. His lips form into his typical ironic smirk and he gives you a wink. Now you are really happy about how dark it is in the car because the redness of your blush fills your cheeks. Of course, he is just flirting a bit but that doesn’t make it better. You have a soft spot for him, something about him being caring but yet dominant makes your legs shiver. Suddenly you feel something on your leg.
Sculpture definitely has its advantages sometimes.
Lucy walked into the Sculpture studio carting behind her the frames Natsu had cut for her and a cart of raw supplies for the project she was working on. Since he was the one sculptor she actually knew, she was hoping to get his advice on coating her photos with resin. In all her other projects she had never tried to print on material other than photo paper. Now that she was a part of the Fairy Tail organization, she wanted her art to evolve.
Plain Photography wasn’t going to cut it any longer. She had to expand her horizons, and the best way to do that was to study the other disciplines. Starting with the subject supposedly the most contrary to what she was used to. Sculpture.
She headed into the studio, sliding past Gajeel. She was wearing short sleeves and her hair was in pigtails today, but she knew he would scowl at her for something or another.
Locating Natsu in the cacophony of noise that was the studio, Lucy decided to venture to whatever section was the loudest. That was more than likely a safe bet. The studio was filled with metal and the sound of screeching gears. Carbon dust filtered across the floor, heavy enough to drop down and swirl in strange patterns against cement.
The roar of the ventilation system was drowned out by the blaring speakers of a dusty and beat up old boom box that looked like it came straight out of the eighties. Lucy cringed as she protected her ringing ears from the music, so loud she could barely make out words. All she knew was some Iron Maiden was being played loud enough she wanted to throw herself into the ancient equivalent of that torture trap.
She passed a crescent wrench dangling from the ceiling. A hole was drilled through the base of the tool and a heavy chain link was cut and welded to the space it freed. Lucy blinked at it, not understanding why a tool was hanging from the ceiling, but walked past it into the welding studio.
A tuft of pink hair under a dark blue welders cap told her precisely where Natsu was. The man was pushing a heavy half-inch plate of metal on a dolly, a welders helmet strapped over his face. Today he wasn’t wearing the jumpsuit she had grown used to seeing him wear, but instead had a shirt on that said ‘Let’s Make it HOT’ in bold letters. It suited him.
Behind him a blond welder was working away. Neither had noticed Lucy’s presence until she stood in Natsu’s path.
Lucy shielded her eyes as the light of the welder burned through the air. Yellow sparks came from the grinding and the plasma cutter, but the welding itself let off a blue, almost white light. That was what really had Lucy shielding her eyes in pain.
When Natsu caught sight of Lucy, he stopped everything he was doing and grabbed a nearby slab of spare metal, slamming it against the plate he was pushing. At once the welding stopped, as did the plasma cutter. Only the grinders continued working, but the light from their tools didn’t bother her.
It made sense all of a sudden why that wrench was hanging outside the door to the welding room now. With as loud as it was, catching someones attention was tough.
Natsu slid his helmet off his head, his welding cap getting stuck inside the straps. He dropped his thumb into the waistband of his jeans, his gloved hand hooking up from the hem of his shirt and drawing it up to press at his hot face.
He rolled it up to collect the sweat rolling down his temples. Lucy felt very hot, as if it just became obvious to her how warm it was in the welding room. The room temperature wasn’t responsible for Lucy’s sudden spike in body temperature though. No.
That was Natsu’s fault.
Looking at him on his own, she was able to tell the man was very physically fit. His arms were often exposed, giving Lucy a divine look at his biceps and shoulders. The man was a gift, whether he knew that or not. And getting a peek under his shirt for a few seconds…
He had the body of statues she studied in art history.
Thank every divine entity for sculpture.
“Hey Lucy,” Natsu grinned at her, releasing his hold on his shirt and letting it fall back down to his waist, “Feeling daring today I see.”
He slid off his gloves, unrolled the sleeve he wore underneath them and tossed them to her.
“Kevlar sleeves, that should stop spray sparks from hitting ya,” Natsu said as explanation. Lucy wanted to protest the idea, because what would he have to protect his arms should something happen?
Her mouth clamped shut a second later when he tugged his welding gloves back on, not looking concerned in the slightest. Reluctant to this course of action, Lucy pulled the sleeves on so Natsu wouldn’t be distracted trying to keep an eye on her.
Looking around, Lucy watch Natsu trying to come up with something else to protect her with. It was almost sweet he was looking out for her like this. Especially since if Gajeel spotted her, he would make her take a safety test first.
She squeaked at the feel of a hot and sweaty hat, two sizes too big, dropping on her head. She looked at Natsu in wordless confusion, his hand tugging on the brim of the hat.
“You don’t want your hair to burn do ya?” He asked her. Pulling forward, he managed to drag Lucy towards him by a fraction with the brim of the cap.
“What about you?” Lucy tried, peering at Natsu from under the hat. It was way too large for her to handle, but for some reason it made her happy it was entrusted to her.
The Dragon of Sculpture threw his head back and laughed. Lucy had to remember to ask him why he was named that, but… later. He had a distracting smile.
“Shorter hair,” He tugged at a pink lock of hair as explanation.
He grasped her Kevlar covered arm and tugged her from the welding studio, the lights from the tools dimming and the sound growing distant. Everything was still so warm. The sleeves she was wearing, they carried the scent of smoke and acetylene. But his body heat clung to the articles he lent her.
The hat slid over her eyes and Natsu chuckled, muttering something under his breath she couldn’t catch.
“So what can I help you with Lucy?” The man asked, leaning back on a table. His eyes drew down to the grate she carried behind her. Many of them were small photographs, but there were a few large pieces. Lucy hid a smile, knowing the sculpture was interested despite himself.
He might claim Sculpture was the best field of study, but there was no denying he had a soft spot for the other areas too. Every artist liked to see one another’s work. It was like their kryptonite.
“I need to cover these photos in resin but I don’t know how,” Lucy admitted, missing the wild gleam of joy that crossed Natsu’s face.
When she turned back to him and saw he had gotten his hands on a blow torch though, it quickly became clear to her he was excited.
Where had he even gotten that torch so quickly?
“Resin you say?” Natsu cackled, staring into the blue flame he had drawn out to his side. Lucy took a moment to admire the way the light and shadows played out over his face. She was torn between fear and amusement.
Although it was a pretty safe bet to say both reactions were acceptable.
“Yeah,” Lucy responded, watching him paw through her belongings to find the resin, “I don’t need anything too fancy, so uh, why did you bring out a blow torch?”
“Why does everyone nervous when I pull one of these out? Doesn’t everyone carry a torch in their back pocket?”
“No actually. Most people chose normal hobbies. Like sports and choir.”
Natsu just shrugged at her, his grin going even wider, “Well most people sound boring.”
He waved the torch through the air and Lucy swallowed hard at the arc of fire it left behind. She had a feeling Gajeel might have had a point when he referred to Natsu and fire on his tip sheets.
“I’ll give you a hand with this,” Natsu cut off the torch and approached her, his eyes soft but very distracting. The man was encroaching in her personal space faster than anyone else she knew would have even tried. Her heart hammered in excitement, “But you know the rules right?”
“Rules?” Lucy repeated the question, eyes wide. Holding very close to Natsu, she couldn’t help but notice the slant of his eyes, the disheveled way his hair fell over much of his face. He really was handsome. Even if he was a little dirty, his smile made her breath catch.
A slow lazy grin worked over Natsu’s face and he nodded at her.
“Payment of course,” Natsu grinned at her as if it were obvious. His eyes dropped to her face, resting low against her bottom lip, “I help you out, you help me out. Deal?”
“Deal,” Lucy managed a smile at the pyromaniac. But Natsu was already backing up and inspecting the resin she collected, “What do you want?”
A flare of frustration worked through Lucy as Natsu put on a good show about making a decision. He tapped a finger to his chin, his foot thumping against the cold floor, his booted heel coming against the ground.
“Tell ya what,” He purred to her, “I’ll let you know when I want to cash that favor in.”
The smile he gave Lucy was almost fiendish, but she found herself nodding along anyway.