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Regressor who’s emotionally attached to an inanimate object, (stuffed animal, blanket, toy, outfit, etc.) who have learned that if they don’t have their comfort item they ‘aren’t safe’
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Dwalin & Bilbo - bc this one made me cry
In From the Rain by yellow_craion
Dwalin travels back to the Blue Mountains, cold, wet and miserable, when he is faced with an unexpected kindness.
Bilbo takes in a dwarf trope, basically Warnings for reference / implied violence, prostitution and i suppose extortion but all in the past
Dwalin/Bilbo
Key to my House (Key to my Heart) by JackQuaker
"It was the act of bodily union that achieved marriage, and after which the indissoluble bond was complete." -Laws and Customs Among the Eldar
Marriage rituals are the one thing Dwarves and Elves have in common. Hobbits do things differently. Bilbo might have appreciated knowing that sooner.
Protective Nature by silverneko9lives0
Everyone survives the BOTFA and Bilbo stays in Erebor. However, it seems that all the nobles suddenly want to seduce Bilbo and not all of them have honorable intentions. Dwalin may just be the Captain of the Guard, but he'll be damned if he allows anyone to hurt their Burglar. He makes it his unofficial job to chase off any unsavory characters.
Swallow by Headwig1010
A tale of love, swearing and food.
So much food.
Together, Despite It All by jcrycolr3wradc
Whatever Bilbo was expecting when he opened his door, Gandalf, Lobelia, a noisy neighbor trying to intrude on his dinner, he was most certainly not expecting a hulking figure of a dwarf.
In Silence by PurrpleCat
"„Dwalin, son of Fundin,” Dain says above him, his voice devoid of any emotion, „You are banished forthwith from the Kingdom of Erebor under pain of death.” Dwalin can almost hear the smile in his voice as he says: „Bring me his beard.”
He can hear Balin scream, but he cannot recognize the words – blood is pounding in his ears, horror making him freeze. He closes his eyes tightly, swallows. This is what he wants, he reminds himself. This is what he deserves.
Thorin, he thinks as one of the guards yanks his head back and puts a blade to his chin. Forgive me."
Marry That One by Aloneindarknes7
Balin had always advised his brother to marry someone who could cook.
Marry Me? by beargirl1393
When the dwarves come to invite Bilbo to join their quest, he does so readily. There's just one problem. In order for him to travel with the Company, he needs at least one family member to be with him. Since Bilbo has no close family (and no other hobbits would want to go on an adventure) the dwarves decide that he must marry one of them, in order to create family ties. Dwalin is chosen to marry the hobbit, and even though this is a marriage of convenience he hopes that, eventually, he and his new husband will find love with each other.
Chronicles of a Warrior and a Burglar by silverneko9lives0
For Hobbit Kink Meme:
"Dwalin’s a crusty warrior with a marshmallow interior, so what I want to see is Bilbo forced to marry him. Scenario is as follows: none of the dwarves are traveling alone, that is, without family. So, Bilbo can’t travel without family either, and we know the easiest way of creating family ties is by marriage. Cue the dwarves discussing the issue among themselves (with or without Gandalf) to see who would be willing to marry the Hobbit. Bombur and Gloin are out, Balin is too old, Kili and Ori are too young, and Dwalin just goes, “Did anyone ask the Hobbit what he would like?” Unbeknownst to the Dwarves, Bilbo has eavesdropped on the conversation, and when they follow Dwalin’s advice, the Hobbit, who really wants to go on the adventure, promptly asks Dwalin to marry him. To everyone’s great shock. Points if: the relationship between them develops slowly, if they are honest about slowly falling in love, and if it ends happily ever after with everyone alive."
With Thorin/Bilbo/Dwalin
Synergy by alkjira
“Would you want to fuck him?” Dwalin breathed against the side of Bilbo’s neck as he ground the Hobbit down on his now aching dick. “Or would you just be looking to have him take you? You seem to like this. Imagine how much better it would be if it was Thorin rubbing against you.”
Wherein Dwalin and Bilbo are both in love with Thorin and we end up with scenes like the above.
With Nori/Bilbo/Dwalin
the sweet honey that sticks them together by Thorinsmut (FormlessVoidbeast)
It might look a bit odd from the outside, but Dwalin and Bilbo and Nori have a relationship that works for them, and they couldn't be happier.
Enjoy this one-shot of some established-relationship porn.
With Fem!Bilbo
Songless by Timfleur_Salisbury_Cornwallis
Birabelle Baggins was many things; well-read, generous to those who deserved it, an excellent cook, twelve-year reigning champion of the Buckland Spring Festival Conkers Competition, and quite proficient with a needle and thread if called upon. However, she was not what others of her race would call “respectable”.
In the Dark by Madkat89
After the Battle, Bella is taken into custody and imprisoned for life in the dungeons of Erebor for her crimes against Thorin Oakenshield. However, the company doesn't even know that she's alive, believing that she fell on the field of battle before they could make amends. Will the truth come out or will she forever be lost to them in the depths of Erebor
After Famine by Magniflorious
From this kink meme prompt: Female Dwarves, being rather manly looking, don't have a lot going on in the chest area. There is enough there to nurse a child, but it's more flat muscle than bulging fat.
Which is why Bilba's ample bosom is so distracting to the Dwarves. It's like being given a triple chocolate cake when you're used to eating apples for dessert - it's just too amazing to handle.
Bonus points: One of the Dwarves gets to touch her boobs (after asking of course) and comes immediately.
Dankûna by Cuptivate
Small candle, burning bright.
EXTRA
Female Bilbo Oneshots by Madkat89
This is a great collection of Fem!Bilbo/Dwarrow fics where i found a lot of new ships
Curious, in any of your universes have you written anything where Steve doesn’t like what his daddy is doing to him? Like genuinely doesn’t like it and protests it happening?
There is the more recent moment, though, where Steve didn't like being called "sir" and told Bucky so
And I know for sure that somewhere in the bowels of my archive there's a prompt where somebody asked something similar and I wrote a thing where Steve uses his safe word
If I'm not mistaken there might be one where Bucky does, too, but I might be confusing it with an idea that I had that never got written
oh wait, no. I might be thinking of the one where Bucky experiences Dom drop.
Anyways, I can't remember enough about the safewording prompt to readily put my hands on the link because it was probably four-ish years ago, but I'll do some digging to see if I can find it for you :)
3 Geralt/jaskier please and thank you!
Hey darling! Sorry this prompt took me forever and day to get around to! I hope you enjoy <3
#3 from this list was “I’m sorry I yelled at you”
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Jaskier stood inside the upstairs hallway of the inn he and Geralt were to be staying at that evening.
If Geralt was willing to share a room with him, that was.
Taking a deep breath, Jaskier turned the handle and pushed the door to his and Geralt’s room in. Geralt stood stock still on the other side of the room, still in his armor, staring out of the window.
“Geralt?” Jaskier asked softly, closing the door behind him but moving no further in the room.
“Hmmm.”
“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” And Jaskier was truly sorry he’d yelled at Geralt. They’d been travelling all day and Jaskier was having trouble with a new verse, focusing more on writing than eating, and he’s just snapped.
Argh sometimes I hate you! He hadn’t meant the words, but he’d said them, none the less.
“It doesn’t matter, Jaskier.” Geralt responded tersely, not removing his gaze from the window.
“It does!”
Geralt hummed and turned away from the window, finally turning from the window and meeting Jaskier’s gaze, “I’ve had worse.”
Jaskier placed his hands on his hips, instantly fired up at the idea of Geralt being mistreated, “You shouldn’t have!” Jaskier was emphatic with his movements, waving his arms around as he continued ranting, “You deserve better than the way people treat you, Geralt! I want to give you better!”
“Jaskier, it’s fine.”
“No! I was an ass. I was being fussy, and I hadn’t eaten enough when we stopped and then I just snapped on you. You didn’t deserve that and I’m sorry, Geralt. It wasn’t fair to you.”
Geralt walked over to the bed and sat at its edge, his mask of indifference finally slipping.
“Geralt?” Jaskier asked again softly, walking to the bed and taking a seat next to Geralt, close but not quite touching. Geralt shook his head, not looking at Jaskier.
“Geralt, I wasn’t truly mad at you. I just… let my emotions get the best of me. You know I don’t hate you, don’t you?”
“It’s okay, Jaskier. You can be honest.”
The earnest look on Geralt’s face floored Jaskier more than the words themselves. He loved the witcher with every inch if his being but how could he make Geralt believe it? Especially after his cruel words.
“I am being honest, Geralt. I don’t hate you, I don’t think I ever could.”
“Jask-”
“No!” Jaskier cut Geralt off, “You are my best friend and I love you! I couldn’t hate you if I tried. Can you believe me?” Jaskier implored. He’d do anything to make the witcher understand he was loved.
“Maybe. One day, maybe.” Geralt responded uncertainly, looking away from Jaskier.
Jaskier sat a hand on the witcher’s shoulder, squeezing it gently, “Well then, I’ll keep saying it until that day comes.”
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14, miss fisher with Phryne and jack please and thank you!
14. Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you. (Phryne/Jack, Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries)
Jack had lost count of the number of times he had sat beside Phryne Fisher's hospital bed, waiting for her to regain consciousness. Too many times. Far more than should have been allowed, in a just world.
It had been a long time since Jack had truly believed in a just world. The war had ripped away most of that fantasy, and the past decade on the police force had done the rest. He had been starting to believe again, though... ever since Phryne had blown into his life like a stiff breeze made of even stiffer whiskey and cleared away some of the cobwebs of cynicism that had been tangled around him for so long.
She'd driven him half-mad in the process, of course, with her trousers and her fast cars and her long chances and how damn much she cared, but leading him down a better path than the one he'd seemed destined for, before she arrived.
And now she was laid up with a bullet wound, with a bullet that had been intended for him.
"Just... just live," he murmured, his voice husky with tears. He clasped her fingers in his big hands and bowed his head over them, as though in prayer. "Or die, if you absolutely must, just... just pick one, Phryne. Pick one, but-but don't leave me. Be with me always—take any form—keep right on driving me mad. Only... only don't... don't leave me in this abyss of not knowing. Don't go where I can't find you."
He fell asleep that way, with his head on the edge of her narrow iron bed and her hand in his, and the doctors didn't have the heart to make him leave.
Jack woke in the morning with a hell of a crick in his neck... and Phryne's hand weakly stroking his hair.
21, tony/Bucky?
i look at you; i just want to kiss you
Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | M/M | Marvel Cinematic Universe | James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark | Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes | Established Relationship, Dreams and Nightmares, Cuddling & Snuggling, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Scars, Insecurity, Grinding, Rutting, Aging, Light Angst, Flirting, Fluff and Smut
Bucky wasn’t going to tell him about his dream, and he was probably going to insist on wearing long-sleeved shirts for the next few days, but Tony was literally the captain of unhealthy coping mechanisms, so instead of saying anything else he was just gonna love him through every minute of it.
38, Geralt with your choice please! I love your fics!
38. “Let’s take a deep breath”
Thank you so much for the prompt!!! <3 I hope you enjoy!
Warning: Panic attack
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Lambert skidded into the library, slamming into a table in his haste and knocking over a stack of books and tripping over the table leg, “Fuck!”
Eskel snorted, watching Lambert curiously, the youngest witcher didn’t often venture to the library and he was certainly never in a hurry.
“Get off your ass,” Lambert said once he’d righted himself, “something’s wrong with Geralt.”
“What do you mean something’s wrong with Geralt?”
“He never came down, so I went to check on him and he was doing that panicky thing and I tried-”
Eskel was already moving, deftly avoiding the books now scattered across the floor, and rushing into the hall, Lambert scrambling to catch up. It wasn’t a long way to Geralt’s room and Eskel hurried in, taking in the scene before him.
Geralt was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, hair still mussed from sleep. His forearms rested on his knees as he slumped forward, staring blankly in front of him.
Approaching slowly, Eskel took in the ragged movement of Geralt’s chest, his breathing harsh and uneven, far too fast.
“Hey Geralt,” Eskel started softly, laying a hand gently on Geralt’s shoulder, “you with us, Wolf?”
Geralt didn’t respond. His eyes stayed unfocused ahead of him, unseeing.
Eskel pulled back a bit and knelt in front of Geralt. “Hey Wolf,” he tried again, this time getting a twitching movement for his efforts, “can you hear me?”
A nearly imperceptible nod brought a smile to Eskel’s face, a response meant they were getting somewhere.
Eskel took one of Geralt’s hands and pressed it to his own chest, “Let’s take a deep breath, okay? Can you match my breathing?”
Another small nod.
They sat in silence, Eskel kneeling in front of Geralt, still holding the other witcher’s hand to his chest. Eskel wasn’t sure how long it had been before Geralt’s breathing had slowed, evening out, but he would sit there for hours if needed.
Not long after his breathing calmed, his eyes had lost their glassy stare, meeting Eskel’s gaze. He still looked weak, the attack taking a lot out of him, “C’mon Wolf, lay back down.”
Geralt shuffled back in the bed, lying on his back, propped up on the pillows, watching as Eskel grabbed an extra blanket and settled down on Geralt’s right side.
Eskel looked to the doorway where Lambert had been hovering the whole time, “Coming, pup? It’s nap time.”
Lambert huffed at the nick name but hurried around the bed to lay on Geralt’s other side. It wasn’t long before Geralt drifted off between the two.
“I tried to calm him down. I just… didn’t know what to do.” Lambert said quietly, looking at Geralt, worry still clouding his face.
Eskel hummed, “You did the right thing, Pup, coming and getting me. Now get some sleep.”
Eskel closed his own eyes, letting the steady breathing of his brothers and the warmth of the bed lull him to sleep.
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98 and 63, steter?
63 “Cross my heart and hope to die.”
98 “Take a deep breath.”
“You have to promise me you’ll never do this again. You hear me?” Stiles pleads and orders at the same time, both of his palms pressed over what was a gaping wound in Peter’s chest a few minutes ago.
Their opponent, a striga, laid dead a few feet away from them, pierced through both her hearts with steel rods Stiles sent flying at her after Peter almost got himself killed.
“Cross my heart and hope to--” Peter says grinning at Stiles with teeth that are still a bit bloody, but he doesn’t get to finish the sentence. Stiles interrupts him by pointedly pressing down on Peter’s mostly closed up wound.
“Don’t you even dare.”
“Sorry, baby boy.” Peter actually looks a bit abashed as he apologizes and Stiles finally lets himself let go of some of the tension and worry.
The worst is over, Peter will make it and will continue to be an absolute pain in Stiles’ ass for a while longer. Or at least until he’d throw himself between Stiles and sharp objects again.
“Just… take a deep breath,” Stiles asks quietly, feeling absolutely drained, “it should feel better now.”
Peter does as asked for once, obligingly breathing in and exhaling carefully. He also wraps his fingers around Stiles’ wrist, holding Stiles’ hands in place.
“It does, thank you,” Peter tells him. He looks like he’s telling the truth, too, the color having returned to his face, the wet wheezing sound completely gone, too. “You can stop, you know. I’m fine now.”
Stiles doesn’t make the magic flowing into Peter doesn’t just cut off, but has it ebb away slowly instead careful to see if Peter’s healing will take over, now that Stiles’ magic got Peter’s lungs all patched up.
Stiles slumps over Peter, pressing their foreheads together. He lets his eyes fall closed and just focuses on the points of contact between them, on how warm Peter is again, how his chest rises and falls under Stiles’ hands.
“If you ever do this to me again I will get a cat from Deaton and have it piss in every single pair of your shoes,” Stiles threatens.
Peter laughs at that and that’s all Stiles really needs.
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