#Emrys??? gets tired???

[teefscrubz]

Sitting across from one another with the fire crackling between them, the knights are just occupying themselves with idle chatter as they always do, Arthur nattering on about whatever parry or thrust or whatnot they must work on in training when they get home.

Except they all one by one send glances in Merlin's direction, noticing more specifically how the manservant doesn't seem to stop shooting glares towards young Sir Mordred. Sir Mordred, however, isn't as subtle with his glances, instead staring slack-jawed at Merlin outright, for an increasingly long time. Elyan is the first to bring it up with a chuckle, nudging the young knight's side.

"Hey, I reckon Mordred has a little crush."

Merlin scoffs, turning to continue his previously abandoned chore of polishing Excalibur, while Arthur snickers at the thought. "Well, of course he does," The King hums idly, "He's only young. I wonder, Sir Mordred, which lady of Camelot have you taken fancy to?"

"I think our fair lady is with us right now." Percival grins, catching on fast to what Elyan was suggesting. With wiggling eyebrows, he jerks his head towards Merlin, who is actively ignoring all of them by now. Poor Mordred is sinking into his seat on an overturned log, face flushing furiously with embarrassment.

"Emrys.. Emys, it isn't true, please tell them to stop.."

Merlin darent flinch at the voice echoing in his head, instead shooting Mordred a warning glare in response. "Well, perhaps you should stop staring at me, then."

"Ohhh, they're staring so intensely. Kiss already!" Gwaine croons, "The tension is too much!"

It is now that Arthur looks up, dumbfounded as he glances between Mordred and Merlin in horror. His lip curls in disgust. "Mer-lin? Your crush is on this bloody idiot?"

Mordred can't help but simply stare out of fascination. How can Emrys, Magic Incarnate, polish swords and stoke fires?! It's blasphemous to him, if not insane! He shrinks back with a groan, pouting at his feet as the knights continue to poke fun.

#Arthur's a little jealous #Mordred worships merlin he cant help it #merlin just hates him #i need more mordred confused by emrys doing Average Human Things #Emrys??? gets tired??? #the great emrys??? #eats food???? #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin bbc #merlin #merthur #incorrect quotes #mordred #drabble #ficlet #fanfic #ao3

[roomsofmyheart]

Darling, there's a part of me I'm afraid will always be Trapped within an abstract from a moment of my life - Abstract (Psychopomp) by Hozier

#i imagine this as the last thing Arthur thinks before he dies #it's almost that time of the year again guys #I seem to return to my merlin fixation around this time and i am perfectly fine with that #this is one of my favorite songs from his album #have i been playing this album on repeat since it came out? #yes #will i continue to do so until i get sick of this album? #also yes #although its unlikely i'll get tired of it anytime soon #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #merthur #merlin

[emry-stars-art]

I’m wondering (and not sure if this has been talked about yet in a post I simply missed) about how Abram copes with Andrew’s physical affections (or lack thereof) in your lovely royal AU. With the history behind ‘pretty’ that you described for Abram in that last post, I feel like there is so much potential of him expecting to be touched, even before they are courting (but especially during/after), and wondering why Andrew doesn’t—especially once it’s established that he thinks of Abram as ‘pretty’. They are of different station so it would be so easy for Andrew to act entitled to Abram’s body like so many before, especially with Abram in a position where he’s basically serving him in some way. I wonder if it makes him relieved (due to professionalism/personal comfort at the very beginning) or anxious (due to having no ability to tell what is coming for him/later due to doubting if he is really wanted that way if Andrew doesn’t act the same as his point of reference) or a little bit of both for different reasons.

I imagine Andrew to be both a very tactile person and not necessarily so because he is so very aware of boundaries and only crosses them with invitation or purpose. I wonder how that translates here and how his touch plays into how Abram perceives him (and honestly there’s the whole part too where it’s something they have in common, trampled boundaries and bad associations and bone-deep understanding of such) or if they would ever have a conversation about that where Abram wonders about the curtesy of distance and space he is being given.

I’m like two seconds from passing out bc it’s pretty late here so idk how much sense this ask really makes but I’m having thoughts. I love your AU and your work and hope you have a wonderful day <3

YOU GUYS ALWAYS FIND THE MOST INTRIGUING THINGS TO EXPLORE I LOVE YOU (and your comments/etc, apostrophe-philosophy, are always a joy to read hehe)

(First: find the royal au writing masterpost here 💕)

I’ve been working on/thinking about this ask long enough that I’ve straight up forgotten if this was a thought I had when writing that first post (here) or if you brought it fully to my attention but we can safely assume it’s the latter so thank youuuuu for that truly. I love exploring Abram’s slow inch (and Andrew’s, but he’s had more time to get adjusted) towards finding a healthy relationship with touch 🥲 and oh my GOD don’t let me forget to tell all of you about Abram and gloves

I wrote a scene/lil collection of scenes about Andrew clearing things up here too because I’ve been wanting to explore Abram’s POV for a while 👀 there are references to canon abuse, so take care. As always, sparknotes version and additions below

I LOVE your points about Andrew, I totally agree that once it’s established and he’s allowed, he’s very much a tactile person, he just needs to get there first 💕

We all know for obvious reasons that it never once crosses the prince’s mind for Abram to be anything more than a professional bodyguard, even if he does find him attractive. He’s very good at courtesy and polite distance. How I imagine this goes down in the timeline is this:

1) Nathaniel shows up at Palmetto and he’s never allowed close to important people. Certainly never allowed close enough to touch. Totally safe there. It doesn’t take him long to understand Day really won’t take advantage of him since he never did in Evermore either, so that’s safe. There’s not much else to worry about for that long stretch of time.

2) Nathaniel/Abram becomes the prince’s guard. There’s probably a little anxiety just because there’s plenty of opportunities for the prince to try something, but as time goes on and Andrew keeps the previously mentioned distance, even acting apathetic (as he does), Abram starts to assume that the prince is straight/doesn’t care. It wasn’t as if every single person in Evermore was trying to get at him. Just the ones that wanted to. Obviously, the prince doesn’t want to. It gets to the point that Abram feels comfortable and doesn’t try to constantly watch his own back when he’s on duty.

Then the prince, perhaps feeling a little bold or hopeful or just wanting to say something so he doesn’t keep feeling like he’ll explode, makes a single comment on Abram’s “pretty face”. Even something that could be brushed off as friendly jest, if he really wanted. But Abram completely freezes up. Andrew, of course, notices. He doesn’t try to ask about it then, but he definitely notices. But he assumes that Abram took it as the genuine compliment it was, and that Abram is entirely uninterested or even wary of those advances. So he makes no more comments, he leaves the entire concept as far away as he can get it.

Now that Abram knows the prince finds him pretty, he’s just waiting for Andrew to be the same as everyone else. He didn’t even directly answer to the nobles in Evermore and they were still so bold - but he’s Andrew’s servant in the most direct way, and Andrew is a prince. Surely the prince is even more entitled to him than they were. (When he realizes this is what’s happening, Andrew tells Abram in no unclear terms exactly what is and isn’t expected of him. It takes longer than that for Abram to shake the anxiety he grew up with, but at least after that he can start repeating the prince’s words to himself when he needs to.)

3) that’s cleared up well enough, but then (much, much later) the prince wants to court him. At first Abram can’t think much beyond “there’s no way this is real” but then the more he thinks about it, the more nervous he gets again. He doesn’t know Palmetto courting traditions, what if he’s expected to do something he isn’t ready for. What if now that he’s accepted the courtship he can’t tell Andrew no anymore. It wouldn’t be fair of him to, he thinks, he shouldn’t have agreed so quickly.

But there’s a time they’re out doing whatever courtship things (maybe another horse ride for funsies idk), Abram’s getting nervous about it again, and when Andrew asks for a kiss or to hold his hand, Abram doesn’t answer. He’s also a little confused when Andrew doesn’t just do it anyway, because he hadn’t said no, but Andrew is watching him in the way that usually means Abram is acting too much like he’s at Evermore again. He tells Abram, “Nothing’s changed. You can say no.” And Abram does immediately - not because he doesn’t want whatever he was offered but because he scared himself. Andrew’s still watching him. “Don’t forget that again,” he says. Abram takes a shaky breath. “Yes, prince.”

But as soon as Abram’s past that anxiety for the second and probably final time? Andrew is still as tactile a person as before and gods know Abram is touch starved to hell and back, he’ll take any kind words or touches he can possibly get and he craves them. Specifically from the prince. Who loves to give them.

I’d love to come back and make a fluff post specifically about that point in the timeline if we can collectively come up with enough ideas for said fluff 🥰 for now thanks again for the ask, swear to GOD we’re gonna get these idiots a happy ending, but I’m having way too much fun in the meantime 😂

#hand studies doubling as relevant art to post 🙏 #this was such a good point #your half delirious tired thoughts were INCREDIBLE #i didn’t get to the point about Abram thinking Andrew doesn’t actually like him because he won’t touch after they’re courting #but that can definitely be part of it #I just also think that past a certain point Andrew is asking every few days or frequently enough #that Abram realizes both that Andrew *does* want him like that #and that he really is allowed to refuse if he feels like it #based on the few times he does and Andrew moving on without further comment #very casual I feel like #idk I’m not making very much sense either in here #I wrote the post earlier than I’m adding tags #tag-writing emry has a headache 🥲 #ohhhh but if Andrew is asking and Abram never does…. #Andrew doesn’t wanna be pushy #that’ll be fluff that’s later #I need to be done here #fan art #my art #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #andreil #royal au #my writing #asks

[nerdie-faerie]

Merlin, tired of constantly running around saving Arthur's life: maybe you stop taking so many risks

Arthur: you worry too much Merlin, I'm still alive aren't I?

Merlin: only because I keep saving your royal backside

#TAoM #merlin lb #Merlin Emrys #Arthur Pendragon #series 3 #Sorcerer's Shadow #Arthur getting cocky cus he keeps surviving and developing an invincibility complex but its all Merlin #and Merlin is soo tired hes Gaius' apprentice‚ Arthur's manservant and the unofficial magical saviour of Camelot #Merthur

[justaz]

*merlins magic gets exposed in front of the knights*

merlin, magic user: oh fuck

arthur, finally taking this opportunity to pretend as if he just found out merlin has magic after agonizing for the past month on how to bring it up: you have magic?

lancelot, merlin defender, already knew of merlin’s magic: no! i have magic

gwaine, merlin defender, already knew of merlin’s magic, lover of chaos, ride or die: no, i have magic!

mordred, desperate for his hero’s approval bc no matter what he’s done emrys just stares at him with distrust and the poor boy is tired and so close to tears: no…i have magic.

percival, raised by druids and bonded strongly with mordred over that and does Not agree with the persecution of magic in camelot, had an inkling that merlin had magic but no proof: no. i have magic.

*leon and elyan exchange a look, elyan, amused and leon, exhausted, elyan shrugs*

elyan, knows how much gwen adores merlin and completely understands her stance bc merlin…is merlin, down to clown and put on a show, really playing up the dramatics: no! i have magic.

leon, exhausted, has known of merlin’s magic since he stepped foot in camelot, knows of his feelings for arthur and arthur’s feelings for him, knows arthur knows of merlin’s magic and wouldn’t harm him, thinks everyone is being absolutely ridiculous:

*the knights stare hard at leon and even merlin looks slightly offended at leon not jumping to his defense with the rest of the knights, arthur hasn’t said anything and is staring at leon expectantly*

leon, sighing: …no. i have magic.

#radio rebel reveal #>>> #idk if the idea that percival was raised by druids is either canon or a big fandom hc or just something i saw once that stuck with me #but i love it #anyways they’re all idiots #merlin bbc #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #sir lancelot #sir gwaine #sir mordred #sir percival #sir elyan #sir leon (the long suffering) #(he’s trying to be a brave knight of the realm as he always dreamed to be as a kid. too bad all his friends and king are complete fools) #merthur #idiots of the round table #look me in the eye and tell me i’m wrong #incorrect merlin quotes

[heartxshaped-bruises]

SEND ME "SO... YOU WANNA MAKE OUT?" TO SEE HOW MY MUSE REACTS !!

     @lilxmcrtes: ❛❛So... you wanna make out?❜❜ - Eira/Emry - what if she's had a couple drinks and wants to make Tripp or someone else jealous? >.>

                                                        ✧･ﾟ  𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃.

       To be honest, Emry's attention span when he was wasted was closer to a loaf of bread than anything else and he'd been only partially PAYING ATTENTION to Eira, lounging next to her on the couch and observing the party around them. Only when he felt her small hands on his shirt he zoned back in. Okay, maybe it took a moment to analyze the question but hey, ya couldn't say that he didn't put effort into regaining his ability to speak without slurring.

       ❛❛Uh-uh, c'mon -- ya know exactly that's the last thing ya want.❜❜ Gently, he tugged her hands from his clothes and held her wrists. Just for a couple of more seconds. It helped him focus as he went on. ❛❛Normally I'm always happy to help. Ya know that. But uhm... not sure that's a good idea. I'd never.❜❜ He frowned at Eira, eyes hazing a little. ❛❛Uh, maybe. Maybe I'd be down for it later. Much, much, much later, not tonight.❜❜ Yeah. That was a nice save. Should make her feel better, right ?? He didn't want her feel to feel down because he refused. MAKING OUT WITH EIRA, it wasn't like he'd never thought about it. She was pretty, he was a guy... They were just friends but he'd be lying. Nothing wrong with that. But he had a vague idea what this was about and felt no desire to get involved in any drama.

#[ answered ] #★ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴇᴍʀʏ && ᴇɪʀᴀ (01) #[ never thought emry would act as the voice of reason for anyone I swear xD ] #[ he wants to be a good friend for her ] #[ if he'd get tired of tripp's shit maybe he'd do it - but only for her to get back at him ]

[theroundbartable]

Arthur is stuck in a time loop.

At first, he doesn't really notice it, since every day feels the same anyway. It's Merlin's good morning that irks him, however, because Merlin tends to switch up the routine a lot. When then the topic of the court meeting is the same, Arthur knows what's up.

In loop three, he asks Gaius for help and the man explains that only a powerful sorcerer could do such a thing and that he'd need strong magic to break it.

The next morning, everything is forgotten. And Arthur researches on his own what's happening. He spends days at the library until one day, he's just really tired.

And so, he stays in bed for a couple days, and lets Merlin complain for hours. It's soozing in an odd way. As days go by, Arthur gets bolder. He approaches Merlin in broad sunlight, hands him food or flowers in front of people and receiving odd stares.

Arthur waits for Merlin's reactions and they seem rather hesitant if also positive. Yet, when Arthur finally gathers up the courage to confess, Merlin rejects him.

Arthur spends another few loops in bed, while Merlin no longer carries any memories of the incident. Arthur then asks Gaius dejectedly who the most powerful sorcerer is he knows.

And Gaius says Emrys and tells him the man lives in the woods, a two day march from Camelot. Arthur loses hope. One loop equals a day. He'd never make it. That is IF the man is even there.

On loop xy, Arthur asks Gaius again, during a different time of day, where Emrys lives. And Gaius answers: about half a day ride north, Sire.

Arthur is confused. That doesn't make sense. Why would Gaius say something different than last time? Gaius was clearly part of the loop! Unless he's lying. And each time he lied he just said the first thing that came to mind.

Arthur stops avoiding Merlin at one point and accepts that Merlin won't respond to his feelings. So, he approaches him and tries to discuss magic issues with him. While Merlin warns him of magic like read from a script, Arthur argues positive aspects. Because he's trying to talk himself into turning to magic to maybe manage to save himself if he trained himself in the arts. Even if it takes years of the timeloop.

Unprompted, Merlin hugs him tight and looks at him with so much affection that Arthur is sure Merlin likes him.

Needless to day, Arthur is more than confused. And Arthur notices another thing. Both Merlin and Gaius react differently to him, depending on how he talks. If he's positive about magic, they are eager to help. Merlin looks most carefree then. And almost like he wants to ... Well, what exactly?

One loop, Arthur tests the theorie: Merlin, I'm going to lift the magic ban.

Merlin stops in his tracks and stares at Arthur. Arthur repeats himself, nervous of the response. Almost more nervous than he was when he got rejected.

Arthur: merlin?

Merlin: why

Arthur: because magic isn't as evil as my father had me believe.

Merlin: is this a trick?

Arthur: a trick? No. I just understand now that sometimes magic is needed. And I need magic right now. *Explains situation*

Merlin: ... arthur, i don't know how many timeloops you've been through

Arthur: you believe me? Uhhhh... 200, probably

Merlin: ... I can help you

Arthur: how?

Merlin: because I'm emrys

#bbc merlin #merlin #merthur #merlin bbc #arthur #concept #time loop

[otdiaftg]

The King's Men - Chapter Thirteen

Day: Saturday, March 9th / 10th* Time: 6:10 AM EST

Nathaniel stays on his knees and bows his head to wait. It doesn't take long. Feds melt out of the shadows like ghosts, guns out and dressed head-to-toe in tactical gear. Nathaniel is too small to be his father, but the cover of darkness helps the illusion. They don't realize anything is wrong until they yank him to his feet with rough hands and strident voices. Nathaniel finally tips his head up to look at them, and the agent closest to him trails off mid-sentence. "You're too late," Nathaniel says, even as someone radios EMS to rush on-scene. "My father is dead." "Your father," the agent says stupidly. Six men tear off down the hole so fast they almost fall, and Nathaniel hears their boots echoing off the tunnel wall as they run to check the house. He doesn't realize he's looked down at the opening until the agent snaps gloved fingers in his face. Nathaniel meets his searching look with a cool stare, and the man repeats, "Your father?" "My name is Nathaniel Wesninski," he says, "and my father is dead." It isn't at all funny, but a second later he is laughing. It sounds hysterical but he can't stop. Hands catch his shoulders and push his head down. A gruff voice order him to breathe but Nathaniel can't. He grabs at his knees for balance. Pain lances up his arms from his abused hands but he can't let go. The adrenaline of an unexpected firefight and the relief of being alive are breaking him apart, and Nathaniel finally loses the battle with his unsteady stomach. Someone holds onto him while he retches onto the concrete floor. Nathaniel spits in a vain attempt to get the sour taste out of his mouth. The hand on his shoulder tightens. "I'd rather not cuff you in the state you're in, but I will if I have to. Are you going to be a problem for us?" Nathaniel struggles to look up and focus on the man's face. "I've been a problem for nineteen years. I'm too tired to be one tonight. Just get me out of here."

Art used with permission by Emry-stars-art. Thank you @emry-stars-art!

*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.

#aftg #all for the game #neil josten #tkm #the kings men #the foxhole court #andrew minyard #palmetto state university #psu foxes #andreil #on this day in aftg #otdiaftg #palmetto state foxes #otdi all for the game #nora sakavic #the foxes #on this day in all for the game #kevin day #nicky hemmick #aaron minyard #coach wymack #betsy dobson #abby winfield #matt boyd #dan wilds #renee walker #allison reynolds #cw torture #artists #emry-stars-art

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

I need a fic where Merlin doesn’t know he’s Emrys and doesn’t know about his destiny, he’s just a good person who sees someone constantly almost dying and saves him because he can’t just sit and do nothing.

Kilgharrah doesn’t exist. Plot holes aside, the bitchy basement gecko can go to hell.

Anyway.

This all takes place during The Beginning of The End episode.

Mordred doesn’t call Merlin Emrys, he just cries out for help (and for his dad). Merlin steps in, the rest of the episode is the same but Merlin is determined to help the druid boy he found. Without crusty dinosaur harping on, he gets to choose the right thing for his own morals and critical thinking. Gaius is unsurprisingly resistant, so Merlin is being extremely careful, then Arthur finds him in Morgana’s chambers while he’s healing Mordred.

Let’s go with Morgana already knows about Merlin’s magic and he’s been helping her too against Gaius’ advice.

Arthur feels betrayed and is upset because Merlin can’t seem to give him a straight answer about anything. It’s all still new to him, but he’s learning that Merlin is good even if he doesn’t answer any of Arthur’s questions about magic or why he doesn’t use spells or anything like that. He’s angry but he can’t punish Merlin and free Mordred without being hypocritical, so he mostly sulks.

In all the perceived lies, Arthur snaps and instead of punishing him, he doesn’t let Merlin leave his side until he tells the truth.

So when Arthur takes Mordred back to the Druids, Merlin goes with him. Iseldir greets them as “Emrys and The Once and Future King” They’re both confused, but obviously Arthur is the future king so Arthur asks who Iseldir thought Merlin was.

Iseldir reveals their destiny that Merlin is the god of magic. Merlin is silent and Arthur is so confused and hurt about why Merlin didn’t trust him.

Iseldir answers all of Arthur’s questions about destiny and the prophecy while Merlin doesn’t say a word. He takes it to mean Merlin is ashamed or something similar about the truth coming out, meanwhile Merlin is grappling with the fact that he supposedly isn’t human. After days of Arthur picking on him for “lying” and all the unintentionally cruel jibes, when Iseldir tries to say Merlin was blessed with his power and that it was something he should be grateful for.

Merlin breaks down in a Percy Jackson style “I’m not a god! There’s something wrong with me! I get that whatever I am isn’t supposed to happen, I know I’m a monster, believe me. I never even learned magic and every time I’ve tried to get rid of it, it’s almost killed me! So don’t tell me that this is a blessing, that this curse is something I should be happy about because it’s the reason I’ve spent every single day of my entire life terrified!” Then he stops for a second and the tears roll down his cheeks, “I’m sorry, but I’m not what you think I am. You need to find someone else to believe in.”

(Skip to the end for a happy ending, this is angsty. Warning for dark!Arthur and major character death)

Arthur thinks Merlin is lying and banishes him on the spot. Iseldir warns against it, but Merlin is just so tired so he doesn’t fight it. He’s left broken and believing he’s a monster, so be leaves to protect his friends.

Until a month or so later Arthur is on a hunt when he gets separated and lost, then injured by bandits. Merlin finds him, (he’s been sent off by the druids for failing this destiny he knew nothing about, in search of a solution but they’re not very forthcoming with information) and Merlin heals him. Then they get all the diamond of the day moments while Merlin is nursing Arthur back to health until he succumbs to infection.

Merlin gives his life for Arthur, knowing that he’ll be a good king. This leads Arthur to become really dark, he kills his father and takes over Camelot, welcoming magic but killing anyone with a different opinion. No one is safe, war breaks out and Camelot falls. When Arthur dies, young and during an uprising, he meets Merlin again in Avalon. Merlin doesn’t recognise Arthur with all he’s become, and Arthur is punished to watch all his people suffer with his old mind while watching Merlin continuously pushing him away because “he’s waiting for Arthur, he shouldn’t be alone when he gets here. He would’ve been a good king, he needs someone to take care of him now.” And it breaks Arthur’s heart to hear it every time.

That’s all I got so far, it could be that they’re both driven mad waiting, Arthur by watching his people and Merlin by waiting for a man he’s doomed to never recognise again. I’m not sure, I haven’t gotten that far.

Or for less angst, hurt/comfort where Arthur has to realise that Merlin is just as in the dark as he is, he really doesn’t know any of the questions Arthur had and he’s probably been looking for answers a lot longer. They work together to fix everything and while it’s difficult, Merlin still has issues with lying to protect his friends (intent/outcome issues) Arthur is too trusting still and they have to deal with Morgause and all the other threats but they overcome it together. Albion is united and they live happily ever after.

#I still can’t write without it getting angsty apparently #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin emrys #merthur #ao3 fanfic #merlin #fic ideas #ao3 author #ao3 writer #i’m bad at tagging #cannon divergence #kilgharrah hate club #mordred #druid #merlin and arthur #angst #angst and hurt/comfort #dark!Arthur Pendragon #character death

[charliesgoodboy]

🌊Sanji x male reader(sfw)

🌊Genre: fluff

🌊Warning(s): omegaverse, modern au, pregnant reader(mpreg)

🌊A/n: thank you to @rome-alone / @reallyromealone for this ideaaaa

"Dear, if you wanted me to cook you something all you had to do was wake me up." You slightly huff at your mate, giving him an annoyed look.

"I was hungry as hell Sanji, and I didn't want to bother you over something so small." Sanji laughed slightly to himself on how ridiculous he thought you were being.

"Sweetheart, food is very important especially in your state, you'll crave more food won't you? It won't bother me as it is my job to care for the ones I love." You sigh, laying your head back and closing your eyes waiting for Sanji to finish with your meal.

After a few minutes maybe twenty, the sound of a plate was set in front of you as you opened your eyes seeing your (f/f) on the plate.

"Thank you Sanji, I really appreciate you doin' this for me." He flashs you a smile giving you a small peck on your forehead, lowering to your cheek, then giving you a peck on the lips.

"Like I said, it is my job to care for the ones I love, and I love you with all my heart (m/n) no need to thank me." You nod, using your utensils to eat the food that was giving to you, Sanji could tell that you loved it which made him happy.

"Would you like me to stay with you until you finish eating?" You continue to eat, but saying an 'mhm' while you do so, having Sanji to sit by you.

"Alright I'm finished." He nods while getting up to take your plate and place it in the sink getting ready to wash it. "Sanji, can you deal with the plate later? I'm tired."

"Of course, let's go then."

Outta writers block now babes @gaybitchfx @bloodyfennec @lostsomewhereinthegarden @devilswhore-emrys @vyloy

#male reader #x male reader #male y/n #male reader insert #sanji x male reader #sanji x reader #one piece sanji #one piece x male reader #ace one piece x reader #omegaverse fluff #omega male reader #omega reader

[star-rie]

snippet of fanfic based on arthur’s journey to make merlin’s staff:

arthur is scrapped and hungry and tired and laying on the mud

i’m never going to get that staff

he thought as he bang his head backwards. He thought it’s a good idea to give Merlin a staff for his birthday present, but he broke that one, and the other one, and the other…

“Don’t give up Sire! We’re almost there!” Mordred encourages him, lifting him up from his muddy predicament

It’s all his fault. Arthur was making the 12th staff when this kid came into the picture

“Sire i think I know the right material to make Emrys’ staff”

He says one day, when Arthur was arguing with the blacksmith. Merlin had just broke his new iron staff that Arthur had brought him, how he broke it is beyond him

what a liar

Arthur thinks. There’s no staff created by a heart of courage or pure love or whatever druid legend Mordred came up with to cheer Arthur up. They’ve been searching for days with no result of even a fraction of the staff.

“Sire only a little more to the wyvern’s breath!”

Arthur plants his face into the mud. He’ll never get that staff.

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[onirique-amaranth]

⎮Danger on each side⎮

⏤ Characters: Dottore⎮Pantalone⎮reader

⏤ Including:nsfw (-17)

⏤ Warnings → sub/bottom male reader, stripper au, overstimulation, lap dance, virgin!Dottore, mention of blood, blowjob

⏤ Requested by: @devilswhore-emrys

⏤ 7.000 words

The intense and blinding lights were dancing around you, distracting you from your only purpose, which was to move your body correctly in rhythm with the music. You could feel all your muscles tense and throb, arms aching and legs trembling, but you were in such an intense and focused state that you didn't even think about stopping dancing.

You can feel yourself get more tired as the minutes passed, cheering getting louder, almost deafening around you, all eyes on your graceful form and the stage. Despite the colourful lightening, and the inharmonious movement within the crowd, you were able to make out the forms of bills being thrown on the stage. And your smirk widened when you noticed a few of them at your feet with one or two zeros at the end. Your rant would be paid without a problem this month.

As the song was going to end, you offer the crowd the most sublime ending you could give. Immediately, you hear people whistle, the flashing lights dazzling you, and loud bass making your head pound. Everything mixed together, the room becoming blurry, the colours blending beautifully, red and blue overtaking your vision for a few seconds.

And then, your vision went black as the lights get cut off suddenly, your feet hitting the ground with a soft sound, almost imperceptible despite the high heels.

Panting, you gripped the pole tightly, forcing your sore legs to hold you up, lights turning back on at the same instant. You are met with cheering, desperate hands chasing after you, and a wave of bills flying around you as an appreciation for your performance.

The spectators looked at you with a mix of emotions, from admiration and adoration to lust and need, some shouting your name in the hope to get even just a second of attention. Unfortunately for them, you are too tired tonight to fuel their ego, so you simply flash a small smile.

Teasingly bending forward to grab a bundle of bills that were at your feet, you raise them to your lips, leaving a soft kiss on it followed by a wink to the crowd, leaving the stage. Applause and acclamation going off behind you, openly begging for another performance, despite knowing it wouldn't happen.

With your heels clicking against the ground, carefully stepping down the stage, you watch two members of the staff run past you to collect the money, afraid that someone would try to steal. Though all the spectators at the front were regulars, they were far too rich to even think about stealing this money. So their precipitation is ridiculous.

Set on returning to the dressing room, you walk rapidly past numerous customers until you notice one of your favourite regulars sitting at the bar. You could feel his eyes on you, along with the eyes of some spectators burning your back, desirous to see you stop for them.

Feeling nice, you go toward your regular with a smirk, swaying your hips provokingly as you discreetly huff, already feeling tired. You sit beside him for a few minutes, exchanging some words as he gently grips your thigh, offering you a drink and trying to ask if you were free for the night.

But you were already getting bored, the man was undeniably handsome but too dull and uninteresting for you. In a fake way, you chuckle and smile at his attempt to convince you, ultimately failing when the bartender showed up to save you. He told you that the boss was waiting for you, even though both of you knew perfectly well that he wasn't here tonight.

Excusing yourself, you stand up, taking the gift the customer oh-so-sweetly bought for you and left. By now, that same night routine was boring, unable to fulfil your need to discover something new and want more. Lost in your thoughts, you walked to the back, ignoring the propositions of some new clients, that weren't even offering enough to spend one hour with you.

As you almost reached the dressing room, a man unexpectedly grabbed your arm, his other hand sneaking towards your stomach, clearly too close to your crotch.

The first reflex that you had was to step with your heels on his feet, along with gripping his arm and turning it the other way, resulting in a disgusting cracking sound. The security guard appeared behind the man, got him under control and dragged him away, apologizing for not noticing him or stepping in sooner.

Not really caring or wishing to get held back more, you dismissed it, saying that it was okay as your only want was to reach that damn dressing room and get a nap. But it seemed like fate was against you.

Because, when you turned your head, you made eye contact with an unfamiliar man.

He looked superb, to say the least. With long black hair, pretty profound eyes and long lashes, he was definitely captivating. The man next to him was just as hypnotizing, his looks and mask standing out among the crowd, as you were certain that you never saw them before.

Despite not being your regulars, they were sitting in your section, only reserved for rich regulars or important persons. And this detail caught your attention immediately, as you send a puzzled look at one of the guards who shrugged their shoulders, just as dumbfounded.

It was quite surprising, to put it mildly, especially when you are aware that this club was unknown to the public, and it was exceptional to see anyone new. And yet, both men were here, sitting on this red velvet couch as if they were owning the place.

With a bold smirk, one was looking at you up and down while the other looked bored out of his mind, absolutely not caring about anything but his glass of alcohol. The eye contact with the black-headed one seemed extremely long, never-ending as none of you wanted to look away first. Truthfully, in reality, only some seconds passed since you noticed them.

Unconsciously, you let your eye glide over his body, observing the curves of what the tight black turtleneck was showing off, going to his completely covered legs and ankles, the large black slacks and shiny leather shoes.

Finally, you went back to his face, observing his sharp jaw but delicate traits blending in an elegant way. Even though his face was impassive, you could see the soft blush colouring his cheeks, standing out under the white light of the projector. Sensing that it was lasting a bit too long, you just leave feeling his eyes on you as a security agent walking close behind you after what just happened with the previous rude man.

The golden door of the dressing room was like a blessing, opening it in a haste and rushing inside the room. A small grin made its way onto your face when you noticed the comfortable leather chair, almost jumping on it as you sighed, resting your feet on the table.

Your whole body was relaxing, each muscle aching as you go limp, dozing off. With the last strength you had, you took off the tight leather strap around your thigh and arm, along with the collar around your neck. Now, able to peacefully go to sleep for a few minutes, enjoying your break.

Another dancer woke you up not long after, telling you that it was the start of the night and someone else would surely get you for tonight. Sighing, you forced yourself to stay awake, scrolling through your phone indifferently, delightedly taking the joint that one of the guy offered you.

As you take a hit, exhaling soon after the smoke numbs your brain and makes you feel dizzy, relaxing you to the point you didn't care who you were going to spend the night with.

You were in your own little world, only exchanging a few words with the people around you that were far too energetic. Most of them were busy counting the money they earned, eating or redoing their makeup. You stared at your own stack of money, which was smaller but with higher value.

After all, you were one of the best strippers, and definitely the best barman. Many customers were only coming for you and your amazing cocktails, knowing that you were always remembering their taste in alcohol by heart.

Since you started, the price of your private dance only went higher and higher, as it was extremely rare for you to accept a request. Only your regulars or people you were interested in would get the chance of witnessing a private dance.

And one of the nice things about choosing your customers was that you could recognize them easily through the crowd, and so, know if this night would be a calm one or not. Thankfully, tonight, none of your regulars were here, so you would just be behind the bar serving customers and then, go home quickly to enjoy a nice night of sleep.

Even though it was only the start of the night, you were impatiently waiting for it to be over.

The atmosphere was calm in the room, almost relaxing if you were ignoring the muffled cheering coming from outside, and the sound of someone throwing up in the room beside yours. Grimacing as you knew it was one of the new strippers, that wasn't used yet to drinking alcohol or performing just after.

Sighing, you let your head fall back onto the back of the chair, soft leather tickling your nape, the cold sensation sending a shiver down your spine. You stare blankly at the ceiling, eyes barely open as the yellow lights shine through your lashes.

You could feel the room spin slowly, your mind unable to focus on something for too long without spiralling away into a dizzy mess of thoughts. Floating away, your head and soul seemed to leave your body, bringing you to a void of unknown shades.

Unfortunately, someone snapped you out of this calm and relaxing state, calling your name in a breathless voice, as if they ran all the way here.

You lower your head with a groan, annoyance spreading through your body like wildfire as you glared at the person. And it took you some long seconds for your eyes to gain back their focus, finally recognizing your manager, who looked ecstatic.

He came up to you with a wide smile on his face, grabbing your hand excitedly, telling you that you just got requested for a private dance by a man, and for a crazy price. The unknown man was offering for an hour, what you couldn't even make in three days. Just the thought of it was making you and your manager dizzy, especially since he was taking ten percent off the private show, and he felt blessed by the gods.

Your manager came here to ask you if you were willing to accept the offer, but he was more begging at this point, knowing that if you were in a bad mood, you would refuse without thinking. Though right now, you didn't really have a choice, as the offer was far too tempting, but you still wanted to play a little.

Nodding at your manager, he was going to scream in delight, until you raised your finger. His face went pale, knowing that his joy could be destroyed in a few seconds. With a bold smirk, you asked, in a honeyed voice, for your manager to request one more zero on the amount that was offered.

The face of your manager become even paler, eyes widening as he hoped that you were joking, but you weren't. Your impassive and serious face sent chills up his spine, as he tried to stutter out some words, but he knew he couldn't do anything but go back to this client, and hope they will accept.

After all, it was rare for you to get requests like this. Genuinely, you weren't the kind of entertainer people would request, as you were known for only being a barman and sometimes a stripper when you were bored or needed money. But never, or seldom, paid for an hour or a night of private dance, as only your regulars would dare to.

Everyone that would come frequently knew exactly who you were, and it became an unspoken rule that you weren't up to request, unless you directly said that you were interested in that customer.

Commonly, people would just hope that you would sit down at their table to talk or flirt with them, and they would give you a huge tip just for this. It was crazy how easily customers would give you money because you were handsome, smile at them and offer a bit of your attention.

That's why you would only do private dances if you were in need of money, or if it was a really huge amount, which was the case right now. But, knowing how much you asked for, you knew the guy would back off, and your night would be calm and relaxing.

Although, it seemed like you spoke too quickly, as your manager suddenly opened the door, brutally slamming it into the wall. Panting, he ran up to you with disbelief on his face.

Without a word, he stopped in front of you, and let a wad of notes falls on your lap, an amount twice higher than what you just earned during the previous performance. You blinked once, twice, your jaw dropping open as you didn't think the guy would give this much just to convince you.

It seemed like the man was definitely settled on getting you tonight, and nothing could change his mind, ever. You were stubborn, but you were beaten this time, as you slowly counted, eyes widening as it went from one zero to two, then three.

While doing this, your manager stood there, praying to all the gods that you would agree. Not only the client accepted your demand, but also gave twenty percent of the amount in bills just to convince you. And before he left, the client was already filling the cheque for your performance, certain that you wouldn't refuse.

That's how he was waiting there after dropping that stack on you and also placing the cheque on the table beside you, muttering under his breath. Feeling his eager eyes on you, you sighed and asked him to prepare a room, dismissing him.

In less than a second, he was out the door, running as he barked out orders, so everything could be ready as quickly as possible. Just like you, he could already smell the familiar scent of bills and that pay rise coming early.

Soon after, you were walking out of the dressing room, changed into a more luxurious and revealing outfit, tight and shiny material hugging your body, leather strap adding to your charm and the collar around your neck that everyone loved to see.

The clicking sound of your heels alerted the security guard that you were here, as he hurried to step after you, following closely behind to guarantee your safety. After that previous guy that grabbed your arm so easily, everyone was on edge as they tried to minimize the contact between the performers and the customers.

And the boss was clear on protecting his employees, especially the ones that were bringing back the most money. That's how you got yourself appointed a bodyguard, that would either follow you around and stay in the same room and watch over you to make sure nothing suspicious was happening.

Over time, you became rather close to him, as you were seeing each other almost every night.

Though, tonight, he was acting a little weird, as he wasn't able to meet your eyes and avoided talking with you as much as he could. At first, it wasn't this intriguing, but when notice him steal some glances awkwardly, it started to get on your nerves.

Bluntly, you asked him what was wrong, but was only answered by some mutters. Getting annoyed, you were going to force him to talk, but you reached the room before you could do so. Clicking your tongue, you gave up on the topic and went towards the door, readjusting your top before entering, missing the way your guard reached out towards you.

The black door with golden detail was slammed shush behind you, leaving the poor guy to stand in front of it, as he was supposed to stay there until you came back out. He sighed, hearing the music through the door, impatiently waiting for it to become silent, as it meant that the performance would be over.

If only he was less weak, he wouldn't have fallen for a performer, especially not one that didn't care one bit about him. He just hoped that he could confess soon to get over these feelings.

Meanwhile, you closed the door shush behind you, looking at the long corridor in front of you that lead to the main room.

The music was rather soft and slow, quite unusual, as customers mainly chose sexual and rapid tempos. Though, this choice was fitting your taste, so you didn't mind, walking towards the source of light calmly, wondering who was that nameless client.

And much to your surprise, it was the unfamiliar men that were sitting in your section. Both of them discarded their heavy and white coats, staying in rather light and tight clothes, watching you with piercing eyes. One of them was wearing a mask covering the upper half of his face, but you could still feel his stare, sending a shiver up your spine as they both seemed strangely dangerous.

Usually, you would try to get closer to your customers, talking a bit before dancing. But this time, you didn't feel safe enough to do so, directly moving towards the centre of the room, a small stage and a metallic bar placed in the middle of this stage. The stage was just wide enough to let you dance freely, though, for some movements, you will end up extremely close to the two men.

Oddly, the couch they were sitting on seemed far too close to the stage, more than usual at least. Something was definitely wrong with them, the atmosphere near them was heavy, threatening, and something deep inside you was telling you that this night would either end extremely well, or you will be found dead.

Shaking your head to clear up your thoughts, you discarded the coat that was hiding your outfit, throwing it on the armchair next to them, perfectly landing on the back.

With confidence, you step onto the stage, enjoying the slow music as you started to move slowly, and elegantly. Focusing on your hips and shoulders, and you closed your eyes to ignore the intimidating presence in the room, feeling yourself relax. The more relaxed you become, the more natural your moves will be, and you didn't want to offer a bad show, even if the customers seemed a bit suspicious.

Almost unconsciously, you started to forget who was in front of you, just enjoying yourself to the familiar song, the next steps coming naturally.

The men in front of you were captivated, not only because you were absolutely skilled, and your dance was incredible, but because of how bluntly you were ignoring them. Not even trying to keep eye contact to force them to focus on you, your presence was enough to be captivating, the dim lightening only increasing your charisma.

The black-haired man, the one who paid for this private dance, has a wide smirk on his face, seeming extremely satisfied. Amused, he threw a knowing glance at his friend who couldn't detach his eyes from you. Despite his impassiveness, he could see his friend's ear become redder, his breath shuddering at some explicit and sensuous moves you would perform.

The confident and smirking man knew he had won the bet, as he forced his virgin and reserved friend to go to a club with him, betting that he could get him to rethink his idea of not being attracted to anyone.

As you were still lost in your own world, a deep voice reached your ears, as you shuddered for a second, hearing one of the men calling his friend. The single word made your body tense, as you opened your eyes, sensing the blue-haired man's eyes were definitely fixated on your body, his gaze wasn't wavering off you for one second.

The other man called his name again, the sounds caressing your eardrum softly, the orotund and surprisingly silvery voice was an absolute delight for you.

“Dottore.”

You could feel your body heat up, stopping for a short second before you regain your composure, acting as if his voice didn't distract you. But it was already too late, as the nameless man's smirk widened, seeming amused by your reaction.

The chuckle he lets out has an even stronger effect on you, your shoulders tensing and one of your knees almost giving out. Maybe it was the fact you knew he was dangerous that affected you this much, or how he was undeniably handsome, but something was pulling you in either way.

You glanced at the other man, Dottore, who seemed entranced and completely out of it. Unlike his friend, a blush was spreading onto his face, lips parted as he slowly wets his lips and swallowed hard, nervously trying to get a hold of himself.

It was clear who was the most experienced of the two, and you almost chuckled when you noticed Dottore having a very noticeable boner, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

His friend was, instead, sitting confidently, only reacting a bit to your performance, crossing his legs as he watched you like a hawk. His stare was piercing, weighing down on you, almost as if he wanted to make you nervous or see you panic.

Yet, you stood your ground, looking directly into his eyes, mimicking the same smirk he was giving you. And surprisingly, you saw him shudder, his curiosity and interest in you only heightening, as he seemed engrossed in your actions and dance.

As the first song ended, you went to slow down as usual, taking a small break to get ready for the second dance. But the nameless man decided something else, as he curled his index finger with his palm facing up, beckoning you to step down the stage and join them.

As a performer, you weren't forced to give physical contact with the customers, and you had the option to refuse. Though, this time, you felt like you didn't have much of a choice as you stepped down gracefully, walking towards the red velvet couch. But instead of joining him like he wanted you to, you turned towards Dottore and stopped in front of him, moving forward to sit on his lap.

The said male froze on the spot, not knowing where to put his hands as you rest your forearms on his shoulders, caging his head. You heard a click on the tongue on your left, bringing an amused smile onto your face, almost tempted to stick out your tongue.

At that same moment, another song began, and you slowly started to move, your body rolling expertly to the slow beat in the background, letting one of your hands slowly wander onto the man's chest. Teasingly, sliding your hands over his shoulders you forced him to lean back into the couch, gliding over his arms, one of your hands holding his palm as you kissed gently the top of his hand.

While he was distracted, you let your tongue loll out and slide in between two of his fingers, the wetness making Dottore jump, accidentally moving you closer to him, completely sitting on his boner. The whimper he lets out makes your body shudder, and the other man laughs, entertained by the scene. Though, he still feels left out and wants to have some fun too.

Dottore was still frozen on the spot, his eyes fixated on you as you swayed your hips, and god, he felt himself getting harder. He knew he shouldn't have listened to Pantalone and let him drag you to a strip club. Because not only he was a virgin, and he also never watched anyone do something erotic, it was all too new to him, and he had difficulties following what was happening without losing his mind.

He could hear the crazy thumping of his heart, and his rapid breathing as he was unable to calm down and focus on what was happening. His heart stopped when he heard you talk, your breath directly hitting his right ear as he just realised how close your face was, torso almost pressed against his.

“Do I make you anxious?”

And Dottore held his breath for a few seconds, his eyes darting from your eyes to hips, not knowing where to look or how to reply. His reaction made you chuckle, your mouth far too close to his ear, and you unexpectedly kissed the side of his jaw, earning yourself a soft moan and shiver.

When you rolled your hips again, his hands lurched forward, desperately trying to hold onto something, and it was your ass. And if he wasn't completely red before, now he definitely was, his whole body burning as he didn't dare to move, his hands staying in place.

You couldn't help but chuckle again, the man beside you joining you, as the reaction of Dottore was adorable. There was no doubt left, not only this man wasn't experimented, but he was definitely a virgin. It wasn't your favourite customers as you were forced to be slower and nicer, but you weren't sure it would be the case tonight.

You barely noticed the other man getting up, sneaking up behind you as you rolled expertly your hips, his hands gripping your jaw as he forced you to look up. In this position, you felt small, almost caged, at their mercy.

The fingers of the man glided over your lips, playing with your lower one and pulling it down slowly, admiring your face. Unconsciously, you let your mouth fall open, tongue lolling out as you smiled, winking at him teasingly when you noticed his ears getting redder. It seemed like he appreciated your confidence before he leaned forward, tilting your head to the side to kiss you.

Before you could get engaged in a deeper and much wetter kiss, he murmured in your ear breathlessly, knowing the effect it had on you.

“Keep moving your hips.”

It wasn't a demand, but a clear order, as you started to move again. A gasp was heard under you, and before you could say anything, your mouth was occupied again, his tongue pushing past your lips in a haste, meeting yours. Your mind was blank as you felt hands grip your waist, hips thrusting up against yours messily, greedy but lost on how to relieve himself.

To balance yourself, you gripped the shoulder of the man who was kissing you, while your other was placed around Dottore's neck, lightly choking him, as you didn't tighten your grip yet. Now much more confident and aware that you couldn't fall, you planted your knees on either side of his hips, grounding your hips together.

The sudden pleasure made Dottore throw his head back, hands holding onto your waist, fingernails creating small crescents on your spotless skin. Your clothes were only increasing his sensitivity, as the friction of the fabrics was enchanting and thrilling. When your lips were free again, you let out a breathy and hoarse moan, feeling yourself get harder and your resolve to end this performance quickly vanishing.

The man behind you moved his mouth lower, kissing your jaw before nibbling on it, slowly reaching your neck as he suddenly bites down, tearing the skin apart just over your collar. A shocked and pained gasp escaped your mouth, seemingly far too loud for him as he pushed his fingers into your mouth, muffling the sounds.

You blinked the tears away, focusing on the left-out man under you, who watched the scene with wide eyes, a hint of jealousy and greediness in his pupils. Almost boldly, he pulled you towards him, asking for more. And instantly, you rolled your body at a tortuously slow pace again, your cock brushing against his, feeling a wet spot forming onto the fabric.

You panted slightly, feeling far too hot, and the air was getting dry, hurting your throat. Breathing with difficulty, you kept going, every movement made you seem more and more tempting in Dottore's eyes.

Your top was slowly riding up, exposing more of your stomach, his hands now directly holding onto your waist, without fabric in the way. He even discarded his gloves to feel you, enjoying your warmth and the sensation of your muscles rolling under your skin as you moved. He intentionally held onto the bottom of your top, completely moving it up to admire your body, pushing away the hand that was on his neck to lean forward, kissing the side of your torso.

Sharp teeth were digging into the flesh of your stomach, and another set of teeth was breaking the skin of your shoulder, more blood sliding down your body. As the man under you greedy licked it off, moaning at the taste and longed to get more of it. His hoarse and husky voice was finally heard, as he talked for the first time, his words directed to the man behind you.

“Pantalone, make him bleed more.”

Those words made the said man laugh hysterically, crazy eyes digging into yours as he teasingly asked if you were alright with that. Your only answer was to tilt your head to the side, your sudden submission pleased Pantalone as he kissed your ear, murmuring some praises as his hands moved lower.

Carefully avoiding Dottore's head, who was playing with the left side of your body, Pantalone used his right hand to unbutton your pants. While his mouth was busy destroying your skin and letting Dottore lick off your blood freely, his hand was palming you roughly through your underwear. You bucked eagerly into the touch, desperately chasing after your release, not caring about the rules anymore as there wasn't much time left before the end of the hour.

A loud moan managed to escape your lips, and the second was caught by Dottore's mouth, which kissed you fervently, making you taste your own blood. His nails racked down your sides, angry marks appearing as a light trail of blood glides down your skin. You were now hopelessly rutting against each other, desperation contrasting with the way you were almost lovingly kissing each other.

Pantalone groaned at the way your attention has been completely stolen away from him, and by a complete virgin at that, who seemed to do a better job than him. Furiously, he gripped your hair, yanking your head back as he devoured your mouth, feeling your cock twitch against his hand, so close to the edge. There was no way that Dottore would be the one making you cum.

And yet, as he was focused on your mouth, his hand was swatted away from your crotch, Dottore sliding off your underwear to jerk you off, the sudden warmth sending your mind spiralling away. You were too close, and you were the one supposed to make them cum, not the opposite, but you couldn't move. Not with Pantalone's hand choking you, not with Dottore's teeth sinking into your flesh sinfully.

You didn't have more time to think much when Dottore's nail pressed onto the slit of your cock, Pantalone tightening his grip on your throat, cutting off your airflow, and you came. It was powerful and sent your body crashing against Pantalone's clothed torso, gasping for air as you stain Dottore's hand, shirt and pants.

Both men were shocked by how much you came, unconsciously getting harder at the sight, watching you greedily, observing how you were losing your mind. Dottore closer his legs, rubbing his thighs together as another kind of thought appeared in his mind.

Without thinking much, Pantalone let go of you to unbutton his pants, because if you weren't sucking him off now, he would blow it in his pants. With a shaky breath, he tried to control himself and relax his body before he really ends up finishing in this embarrassing and pitiful way.

Dottore wasn't in a better state, as all his thoughts about fucking someone dumb flew out the window, and he was thinking about you fucking him until he cries. But for now, he really needed to get rid of this ache between his legs, that was driving him insane since the start of this private dance.

Pantalone and Dottore looked at each other, nodding as they waited for you to regain consciousness, still too out of it to continue. Thankfully for them, after a few seconds, you opened your eyes, blinking rapidly as you tried to shake the buzzing noise in your head and your blurry vision away.

Dottore moved you to the side, making you sit on the couch, facing Pantalone's crotch. You rapidly got the message, as you grinned at the tall man in front of you, teasingly pushing your tongue against the inside of your cheek, watching both men blush.

“Should I suck you off?”

Such a plain question made Dottore blush crazily, looking away in embarrassment, not thinking that you would be so blunt about it. Chuckling, Pantalone stepped forward, watching you sit at the edge of the couch, observing his hands push down his pants and underwear at the same time.

To say Pantalone was close to breaking point was an understatement, he was hard, flushed, and his cock was pressed against his stomach, twitching painfully. You watch as a thick drop of pre-cum rolls off his cock, and you couldn't help but lick your lips, leaning forward to lick off the drop.

Instantly, Pantalone's hand was in your hair, holding your head as he watched you lick his cock from base to tip slowly, looking up at him with a smirk. But before he could complain, you were sucking on the tip, earning yourself a deep approving groan when you took him deeper.

Pantalone was shuddering, legs shaking as he held himself up, feeling your tongue swirl around his length, slowly taking him deeper. And before he knew it, you were relaxing your throat and taking him until his tip brushed the back of your throat.

He tried to fight the instinct to buck his hips into your inviting mouth, but the moan you let out while taking completely broke his mind. And suddenly, he was holding the back of your head and slamming into your mouth at a fast pace, set on cumming down your throat. His base met your lips once, and then it was over, his mind set on ruining your mouth and face.

As you were too focused on Pantalone, you almost forgot Dottore that was on his knees beside you, his pants pulled down along with his underwear. Without a word, he took your free hand and raised it to his lips, licking your fingers slowly, carefully licking and coating two of them with saliva.

Before you could think too much about it, your hand was pulled down, your wrist resting against the leather of the couch, and then, a tight warmth was squeezing around one of your fingers. Dottore placed his head onto your shoulder, so you could hear his breathy moans as he fucked himself on your fingers. With his other hand, he started to jerk you off again, completely disregarding the fact that it was overstimulating you.

Both men picked their pace up, one ruining your throat while the other was forcing himself open on three of your fingers, and fucking his own fist. Their moans were resonating through the room, almost deafening as the music stopped and only the wet sounds could be heard.

Distracted, you almost missed the violent twitch of Pantalone's cock in your moan, the tip hitting the back of your throat. And then, your mouth was filled with cum, choking as you struggled to swallow. Giving up, you just relaxed your throat and let the fluid slide down, filling you up until Pantalone finished.

He slowly took a step back, teasingly rubbing his tip against your lips as you swallowed, watching with a smirk as you licked his cock clean. Dottore was witnessing the scene with wide eyes, admiring your face, the knot in his stomach snapping when he saw your tongue covered in white.

Another low moan was heard, and then you felt something warm spilling over your arm and waist, coating your skin. Shaking, Dottore has some difficulty taking your fingers out, almost whimpering when he fell back down on them.

With shaky legs, he finally managed to get off them, grabbing your face with his untainted hand, and kissed you deeply. You felt yourself relax in his hold, Pantalone's hand softly ruffling your hair as he watched you and his friend kissing desperately while still jerking you off, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, mind turning blank.

Your legs were shaking violently, thighs tensed and closing tightly around nothing, your hand scrambling to hold onto Dottore's wrist to slow him down. When you broke free from the kiss, you didn't have the time to say a word as Pantalone brought your lips to his, tongue sneaking past your lips and dancing with yours.

Wanting to watch you break, he moved his hand down, forcefully prying your legs open as he sneaked two of his fingers under your underwear. And before you knew it, they were deep inside of you, hitting that sweet spot which drove you insane, back arching as you came one more time. Staining Dottore's sleeves and your own clothes.

But they weren't stopping, wanting to see you reach that high another time, uncaring if the overstimulation was settling in. When you finally managed to reach this state again, with difficulty, a few drops of cum coming out of your tip, you were fully crying. Tears of desperation from knowing that if they ever try to make you cum again, you would pass out.

Before they could do something else, harsh knocks were heard, your bodyguard audibly making sure that they knew an entire hour passed and the private dance was over. The noise was answered by annoyed groans, even yourself was disappointed that it would end like that, as you lay there, exhausted.

Sighing, Pantalone buttoned his pants, and readjusted his clothes, trying to be presentable. Dottore followed suit, pulling up his underwear and pants, superficially cleaning off the cum staining his clothes, putting his mask back on and then helping you dress back up. Muttering a small 'thank you', swollen lips met yours again, gently caressing each other without opening your mouth.

Pantalone did the same, sliding something in your pocket along with a few bills, leaving with a big smirk and Dottore followed him, glancing at you one last time before disappearing in the corridor leading outside.

Observing them disappear from your sight, you slowly stood up, body aching as you lazily walked in the same direction they left. The door was still open, and you saw your bodyguard's back, watching the two men leave silently, losing them in the crowd of customers in the other room.

Your guard outside the room was getting impatient, and he regularly looked at his watch, seeing how the time was passing, and the hour was almost done. The music stopped for a while now, and yet, you weren't out nor were the men that were inside with you.

He chewed on his cheek, biting the inside of it until it was bleeding, not liking the silence. And yet, he knew he couldn't say anything until the chosen time was over, as he tapped his feet on the ground repeatedly. When finally, the hour passed, he waited another three minutes before he banged on the door, saying that the performance was over.

He was going to do it again until the door was slammed open, and two men were standing in front of him. One of them had a smirk on his face, lips red and swollen, and nail marks were clearly present on his jaw. While the other's face was completely red, but he still had a small smile, readjusting his mask before he left, legs shaking a bit.

He stared at their back, feeling a knot in his stomach as an uncomfortable sensation was settling in his heart. Distracted, he almost didn't hear you come out of the room, and when he turned to look at you, he clenched his jaw tightly.

Not only you had multiple marks littering your neck, going from your jaw to your shoulders, but he could also see some on your inner thighs and waist. Hiding his rage, as he knew physical contact was allowed during private dances, but he never thought that you would let someone touch you this way, biting back the angry and jealous words he wanted to say.

Some marks were even bleeding, staining your skin and clothes in red, along with a few white drops. You were clearly out of your mind, with drool at the corner of your lips, which were completely swollen. You had traces of dried tears on your cheeks, along with dishevelled hair and clothes, only adding to your ruined state.

Almost innocently, you gave him a smile as you walked towards the dressing room, looking over your shoulder when you noticed that he wasn't following you. Confused, you waited for him to walk beside you, as it was your break time and you would usually always spend it together. The said man clenched his jaw at the sound of your voice, feeling himself almost snap.

“Is there something wrong, Diluc?”

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I have too many ideas for Merlin fics so I’m just gonna dump them here, if you write one please tag me I’d love to read it!

• Arthur is seen as a traitor to the crown and is about to be killed when Merlin saves him and they go on the run and become some of the most well known bandits in Camelot, the Fallen Prince and his Warlock (inspired by Americano by Lady Gaga)

• A beast that feeds off magic goes to Camelot and takes Merlin, Arthur and the Knights embark on a rescue mission

• A visiting Noble introduces a new “sport” to Uther, sorcerer hunting. In which a captured sorcerer is released into the woods with only the clothes on their back and are hunted down by knights and specially trained hounds. Intrigued, he partakes of this “sport”. Merlin is disgusted and goes into the forest to help them escape only to become the prey. Will he be able to keep his magic secret? Or will he be doomed?

OR

• Merlin on the run inspired by the song Run Boy Run

• Rumor Has It/Rumor Mill, a bunch of different rumors start cropping up in Camelot varying from absurd to believable

• A visiting Lady takes a shine to Merlin, Arthur gets jealous.

• Arthur and Merlin are on a hunting trip and stop at a tavern. While there they overhear a local ghost story about an ghost that of a Lady who lived in the manor up the street. Her husbands kept dying “mysteriously” and she went mad with grief. They say the manor is haunted. Merlin takes it seriously and Arthur teases him about, later they go to the abandoned manor and have an encounter with the ghost. Get trapped in the manor. The ghost carries a bloody hatchet. Nearly takes Arthur’s head off. Similar to Constance Hatchaway.

• Stardust AU

• Arthur follows in his dad’s footsteps and sets out to kill the last Druid, a boy called Emrys. Little did he know that his friend Merlin was that druid. Inspo: Still/Neva Flows Reprise

• 1920’s America Merlin runs a speakeasy

• Gaius is away dealing with an outbreak of sweating sickness at a border town leaving Merlin as acting Court Physician while he’s away.

- A visiting Nobel lady goes into labor, Merlin has to help her.

• Merlin catches a cold yet refuses to stop working, his magic is also affected. Every time he sneezes something magical happens leaving chaos in his wake. His magic stops reacting when he Gaius sneaks him a sleeping draught mixed with some cold medicine (or at least the medieval equivalent that addresses the symptoms), Arthur not so subtly frets about Merlin’s wellness.

OR

• Merlin overextends his magic and when he gets back to Camelot he tries to do a small spell and it doesn’t work, discovers he has a “Sorcerers Cold” it doesn’t affect the physical body but the magical one. In other words, how magic is on the fritz until he can get some proper rest.

• Last Night Gus episode where they super drunk and wake up in weird places. They spend the day trying to piece together what happened last night

• A sorcerer disguised themselves as Merlin to get close to Arthur

OR

• A shapeshifter that appears as your hearts greatest desire appears as Merlin to Arthur and lures him into a trap, Merlin has to save him. Classic who’s the real Merlin scenario where Arthur has to ask a question that only the real Merlin would know the answer too.

• A vampire arrives in Camelot.

• Merlin’s shadow has the wings of a dragon, Arthur notices

• Merlin and Arthur have been arguing over something for a while now, Leon is tired of being stuck in the middle of it and traps them in a room. He refuses to let them come out until they figure out whatever they’re fighting about. (Ten minutes in the closet trope)

• A drunk Merlin finds himself in Arthur’s room, Arthur takes care of him. Merlin is very affectionate when drunk. (Inspo: bad idea right? By Olivia Rodrigo)

• Merlin and Morgana are friends and Arthur is jealous of there close bond, Arthur thinks that they’re courting and confronts Merlin about it.

• Morgana or someone casts a spell while the knights, Arthur, and Merlin are asleep on a quest that joins their dreams together. Merlin is very skittish afraid that he may accidentally reveal his magic. Inspo: A Nightmare on Killmotor Hill! Season 2 episode 19 of Ducktales.

• 5 weird places Merlin has fallen asleep and one not so weird one (it’s Arthur’s bed)

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I'm on a roll with the s/j/m hatred tn so I'm going to compile a masterlist of all her shitty lgbt/poc representation and why it sucks booty cheeks. it should be noted that none of this is meant as shade on any of the characters themselves... I actually happen to like quite a lot of them

EDIT: there are some nice additions to this post in the notes you can check out

LGBT rep

Aedion (Bi/Pan)

Literally known as “Adarlan’s Whore” (a nickname that references both his allegiance to the king and his tendency to sleep around)

His only same-sex relationship is with a vaguely-mentioned unnamed lover from the past (it’s not even said straight-up that they’re a man, but I’m assuming they are bc they’re mentioned to be a commander of the Bane)

He’s shown being attracted to women and only women for two and a half books. He’s a womanizer retconned into the slutty bisexual stereotype

His liking men & women is compared to prostitution

It’s insinuated in koa that he slept with an ex while he and Lysandra were fighting (because the cheating bisexual trope is such a new & creative one!)

Helion (Bi/Pan)

He’s always trying to have 4somes with three of the main characters

Realistically he’s probably one of the most powerful/interesting High Lords but this gets sidelined in favor of him flirting with eVeRyOnE

All we really know about him is his name and the fact that he’s a bit of a manwhore… very 2-dimensional

He has an affair & a child with a married woman… just the Slutty/Cheating Bisexual Trope (Volume 2) :/

Mor (Lesbian? Possibly bi?)

She’s never shown in any real relationships (with men or women)

She had tragic off-screen relationship with a mortal queen a few hundred years ago

We get literally no hints that she’s gay throughout the series, she just randomly mentions she likes women at the end of book 3

She gets no happy relationship, she stays closeted to spare Az’s feelings (as though he’s not a grown ass man), she’s retconned into her sexuality most of the way through the series… just shitty shitty rep all around

Hasar (Lesbian)

She’s a villain, and a shitty one at that

Lesbian rep from a side character in one novella that half the fandom didn’t read? What’s even the point?

Thesan (Gay)

A very minor character & his unnamed “lover” who serve no narrative purpose whatsoever… thanks for nothing sarah

Emrys & Malachai (Presumably gay)

Oh look! More minor, background mlm that might as well not exist for all they do for the story :/

They are cute though, I’ll give them that

POC rep

Nehemia

First (and only) black main in ToG

She dies to fuel the white protag’s character arc… a very tired trope

She was actually a pretty well-written, likable character up until her brutal murder, which made it that much worse to hear about her organs strewn all over the room

Sorscha 

Described as “plain” (particularly in contrast to the white women like Aelin & Lysandra)

We know she’s POC because of where she’s from, but the way her features are described suggest she could still be white

Dark hair, gold eyes, “tan” skin

She really just fawns over white-boy Dorian every 2 seconds before dying a violent death to fuel Dorian’s arc…

…Aaaand I’m sensing a pattern here

Nesryn

Much of her character (especially in QoS) is reduced to her beefing with Aelin (and thus being villanized by the narrative) because of jealousy over Chaol 

Simply described as having “tan” skin (again). I think sarah is allergic to calling people brown

She is also described as plain compared to white protagonist

She has a (presumably middle eastern) family that only wants her to stay home and be a baker/someone’s wife

Yrene 

Once again very racially ambiguous to the point where she could even be white, with “tan/golden” skin, golden hair, and golden eyes

She almost immediately ties her literal life force to a white man she hated like a month ago. Seriously, can WOC not fawn over a hunky white man for once?

She defeats erawan in the end — considering she’s been a character for such a short time, this just feels more like a deus ex machina the anything really set up by the plot

Helion 

Not going to fully rehash what I said above but generally… he has great potential, but is basically not a character

Tarquin 

He’s portrayed as very nice and reasonable, if young and naive, yet he literally only exists to get manipulated/robbed by the main characters

He seems like such a sweetheart. He deserved much better than Riceman and Feyrug doing him dirty like that

I’ve heard rumors of a High King/Queen F*ysand plotline in later books…if that happens, Tarquin will likely be bending the knee and forgiving the people who fucked him over just a short time ago

Lucien

He’s described as very caring and loyal (yay!) which seems to always get him taken advantage of (damn!)

He’s portrayed (especially in ACOWAR) as someone we’re supposed to dislike when all his actions are perfectly reasonable

He’s literally retconned out of being white when it’s revealed Helion is his father instead of Beron. I’ve seen ppl get mad at “white-washed” fan art but it’s hard to expect much else when his original character description was straight red hair, amber eyes,  and “tan” skin (holy shit agAIN)

The people of the White Fangs from TOG

They’re described as having black hair, black eyes, and “tan” skin

They live isolated in the mountains (away from civilization) and are described as “savage” and warlike, always raiding villages in the mountains and stealing women away from their homes… 

Cain, who’s from these people, dabbles in dark magic/religion nobody else understands

This is feeling, intentional or not, like a horrible Native American caricature. Idk maybe that’s just me

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Emrys had not meant to end up in cell today.

He had been planting paint and glitter bombs around SHIELD offices for months now, they’re security was so easy to fool with just a flash of magic and some general “if you look like you belong no one will question you”. But then again, at least six people being covered in yellow paint or glitter probably led them to do an investigation and realize that someone was breaking in. Which would lead to higher security. Which lead to him in a cell.

So he had gotten sloppy. He was tired, sue him.

He had enjoyed the look on the agents face when he told them his name. “Lokison” had made one of the tech types flinch so hard she dropped the box and glitter exploded all over her.

But then they had thrown him in the cell and said to sit tight. They were getting someone to deal with him. That worried him a little, SHIELD wasn’t exactly the friendliest of organizations, but there was nothing they could do to him that hadn’t already been done. So he’d just lay on the bed to wait for whomever they decided to send his way.

#emrys!rp #wildcxrds

[vyloy]

Ash Landers

╰┈➤ tw: overstimulation, gn reader

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Being the Queen's bodyguard hasn't been nice to you at all, not because of the Queen's requests, not at all, it's all because of the 'person' you have been forced to work alongside with, Ash Landers, Queen Victoria's butler and aide, he's so perfect that you don't even know why you were ever hired to be the Queen's bodyguard, not as if she ever needed your help, though it was nice to have a luxurious lifestyle by doing nothing at all. The only complaint you have about the job is Ash constantly annoying the hell out of you, his flirting attempts and him not being able to keep his hands to himself, sometimes you think he was the one who hired you due to how only he ever calls when he 'needs you', no not in a sexual way but in a helping each other way while the Queen has never once told you to do anything.

One rainy night, you were sent to Ash Lander's chambers by the man himself.

It was late and even the Queen was asleep herself so why were you being called? You wanted to enjoy the rain and sleep peacefully but you couldn't even have that with Ash around, "fuckin' hell, what does he want", you whisper to yourself as you walk down the long hallway. When you did get to the entrance of his room, you were shocked to be pulled in instantly, leaving you no time to react, "oh darling, you fell right into my trap so quickly, you must have been waiting for this, haven't you?", a familiar voice says, a lot more malice in their voice than what you're used to, "Ash?", you ssk the darkness, hoping to get an answer as you were being held like a hostage, "Yes dear?", that confirmed your suspicions, it was Ash Landers, "what do you want so late at night-".

"H-hah...Ash..", you moaned out, panting a bit die to the incredible speed the 'man' was going, "You like that? Is your job less stressful now?", he asked, smirking as he knew what he was doing, he didn't show any hints or signs that he was tired or will be slowing down anytime soon, fuck he was big, inhumanly big at that, "s-shit!", he whispers as you clench around him, a blush forming on his face, in his eyes you were his equal, an angel just like him.

He thrusts and thrusts inside you non-stop, making you clench down even more, the overstimulation was getting to you, it just felt too good, you didn't want him to not be inside of you, you would feel so empty so he will keep stuffing you full of his pure and angelic cum.

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Worst and shortest shit i've ever done but it's released, expect an actual fic tmrow

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