Attn: So I felt like finishing this up today. I dunno if it really all that good but I hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless!
Word Count: 2,411
Paring: Sy x Reader
Summary: You and Sy settle back into life with him being home.
Warnings: 18+, oral (male and female receiving), sex (p in v), fingering, squirting, smidge of angst, something exiting 😁
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Pairing: Lieutenant! Walter Marshall x Reporter! Reader
Warnings: Violent protests, implied police brutality, bad language (one word), mentions of governmental corruption, implied hacking and leakage of information, mentioned obsession, implied future (if there will be another part) dark elements 😬
A/N: Yeah...this is not an easy fic...😬 so be warned I guess?
Walter observed the wreckage before him. The streets were completely wet from the water canon yet still there were several cars and dumpsters on fire. The wind was threatening to spread the fire further in the park, but the fire department was battling with that, thankfully. Sirens were blaring all around him, several people had to be taken to the hospital, two of his own men were injured as well when the protesters tore out the cobble stones and threw them at the armed police. The tear gas still persisted in the air making his eyes water and throat close up. The current estimate was 700 canisters of tear gas - he was still trying to wrap his head around that number.
"Fuck." He finally cursed out loud as he gazed upon the swarm of reporters that were coming his way for an interview. What was he to say?
"Lieutenant Marshall, any comments? Why was this protest met with so much force?" One reporter asked and shoved the microphone in his face.
"Lieutenant Marshall, any comments on the leakage of the current political corruption? How do you fit in that puzzle?" Another asked. His face was assaulted by at least 7 different microphones and too many questions, yet he only focused on you. You were standing behind everyone, smirking and twirling the mic in your hands.
Chapter Thirty Seven - Our Little Princess
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Casey celebrates her half way milestone - albeit a little later than planned.
Henry Cavill and Kaley Cuoco
nope like him better with nat
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, cheating, violence, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
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Summary: You are a maid to the Duke of Debray, a lord of the Summer Kingdom. That is, until the king of Winter appears with his particular air of coldness. (Medieval AU)
Characters: Geralt of Rivia
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Queen Jazlene slumps against her chair. She’s barely awake as her eyes glaze over. Despite your deflections at serving her, she’d drunk herself to excess, swiping away goblets that weren't hers. Her constant imbibition has not been missed by her husband. Slanted looks and gristly whispers did little to deter her, your own gentle girding only fuelling her irritation.
August Walker x Original Female (escort) character
Trigger warnings: talks of abuse and torture
Summary: August Walker, the CEO of a renowned Security Firm located in the bustling streets of Washington DC. His life is a constant juggling act, burdened by the weight of stressful responsibilities. The strain on his marriage is palpable, with his relationship barely holding itself together. However, he remains tethered to his wife primarily for the sake of their son, whom he adores dearly.
To find solace amidst the chaos, August forms a unique bond with an escort who goes by the name "Candy." Their clandestine meetings become a refuge for him, an escape from the pressures of his daily existence. For over nine months, their encounters grow in frequency, and August finds himself becoming increasingly possessive of Candy's time, although he strives to keep their interactions as casual as she desires.
However, their relationship takes an unexpected turn when August accidentally discovers Candy's true identity. Intrigued by this revelation, he begins to interfere in her life and even meddles in the affairs of her boyfriend, who coincidentally works for him. As August's feelings deepen, he wrestles with the idea of whether he can make Candy choose him over her current life.
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Hold on to your fucking seats y’all! Things get messy! Both for good and for bad!
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Warnings 18+: Angst , Dub-Con Sex , Mind-Control/Mental Manipulation , Infidelity , Mentions of Cheating , Domestic Violence situation , Blood (Golden Celestial) , Nipple Stimulation , Cursing , Spitting , Breeding Kink , Oral (Female Receiving) , Death . PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!!
Pairings: Zeus/Walter Marshall x Angela's (Black!Plus Size Female)
Description: A terrible storm is approaching the city, wonder what could possibly be the cause?
Word Count: 5.8K
Song: Only RY X , Call out my name by The Weeknd.
The man sat across from his wife as she ate her fill and sipped on her wine. Everything but her beauty, disgusted him. But lately, even that was faltering. She was evil, jealous and spiteful. The infamous; Goddess of Marriage herself, Hera.
‘You are quiet today husband.’ She said blandly as she took another sip of her wine to wash down the food in her throat.
A reluctant smirk curled on his lips before he glanced away and shook his head. A small, hysterical chuckle left his lips before he rested his elbows on the golden table and rested his face in his palms.
‘You speak to me as if you don’t know what you’ve done, wife.’ The word had poison behind it. It was no secret that Zeus had a loathe over his wife that no man or immortal had ever seen. Some would say with great reason! She’d proved herself to be murderous and invidious on many occasions.
But, Zeus wasn’t in the right either.
I just got some really awful news. I dunno if I’m gonna be able to focus on writing anything this week or not. I’m okay, but just not sure if I’ll be in the right mindset for writing rn.
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♡ Inspired by this ask game!
♡ Captain Syverson x Reader
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“You know, I shouldn’t be surprised you like strawberries so much,” you say as you slice another one in half. “Mommy used to eat whole cartons of these with whipped cream when I was pregnant with you.”
Diamond accepts the fruit when you hand it over. “What’s pregnant?” she asks between chews.
“Pregnant is when women have babies in their bellies,” you explain, popping the other half of the strawberry in your mouth and grabbing another from the carton to add to the bowl of fruit salad before you.
“That’s where all babies are from?” She points to your middle, poking the stubborn minute pouch of fat under your belly button.
“Pretty much.”
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Baby Girl’s Princess Nursery
Casey happily posts a photo of the newly decorated nursery.
Hi, tumblrs! I’m back with yet another AU of one of my favorite AUs: it’s the DC gang, paired differently.
(I know I haven’t written anything DC AU-related in a long ass five minutes, and I swear Chapter 6 of the original series is practically ready to post, just needs a deep-dive edit)
So, this story is the product of two separate ideas: First, what if I hadn’t followed canon/fanon/personal head canons when pairing the couples up/off? And the second idea comes from the What If episode of Friends where that gang ends up with someone different (Phoebe x Ross, Monica x Joey, Rachel x Chandler).
Side note: Using throwback DC crew (Liam, Riley, Max, Leo, Liv, Drake, Madeleine, and Penelope). Also, check out the link to Leo’s shirt (if you make it that far). It’s the Leo-est shirt ever IMHO)
Side Note 2: Mixing the pairings up means I have/will be writing pairings that others write/have written and are generally associated with said writer(s). While I am fully aware that no one owns ships, I realize this is a fandom and strive to be mindful of those who write rareships and respect their pairings.
This is simply my take on my version of these characters when coupled differently in my world.
To those who read over this story in parcels, pieces, and in whole ...THANK YOU!
For those who do read this fic, THANK YOU! Your likes, comments, and/or reblogs are appreciated more than you realize.
Please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors. Microsoft Editor rates this piece as 99% error free.
I’ll be back sooner rather than later with a submission for Hana Lee Appreciation Week, an angsty Driam/Riley love triangle, and some Stormholt.
Word Count: 4,099
Pairings: SGL x Olivia; Drake x Madeleine; Leo x Riley B; Max x Penelope
Rating: M for Mature themes
How do you keep getting better and better with each AU? Holy schitz the pairings? Good Laurd Woman...... WELCOME BACK LOVE
Pairing: Bucky X Reader
Words: 1279
Warnings: Angst. Language. Fluff.
Summary: A decision made.
You wake the next morning in Bucky’s bed alone, a note left on Bucky’s pillow.
Hey Doll, Went for a run with Steve. XOXO Bucky.
You feel deflated and pull yourself out of bed to go back to your room and change for training. Melancholy settles heavily over you.
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😭😭😭
It was always going to be him 🩶
Pairing: Bucky X Reader
Words: 2434
Warnings: Angst. Language. A little smut (NSFW 18+)
Summary: You are Bucky’s source of comfort and he’s your source of heartbreak.
The next few days go by following a routine. You ride in the morning, preferring to take out Briseis now, spend time with Jackie and Brian, train, read, and mostly try to relax. Brian spends time with you but also gives you space.
You are in your room reading after a hearty lunch when a knock sounds at your door.
“Come in.”
“Forgive me for disturbing you, miss.” Mrs. Wells, the housekeeper, enters your room with a concerned expression.
“Of course, Mrs. Wells. Is everything alright?” You ask.
“I strive to keep to myself as much as possible, but I care deeply for this family.” Mrs. Wells hedges.
“You’ve been with the family for many years. I trust your discretion and loyalty.” You reassure her.
“Thank you. Lady Jacqueline is out or I wouldn’t disturb you. Lady Marlow Crawley is here in the drawing room with Lord Falsworth. I…” Mrs. Wells wrings her hands and gives you a desperate look. Obviously, she is trying to watch out for Brian without speaking ill of the person he’s with.
Fully understanding her predicament you respond. “You were right to come to me. Thank you.” You head directly to the drawing room being sure to stay silent as you approach.
Marlow’s voice can be heard easily through the door, “I came here to talk. I need you to understand.”
Damn, what a send off 😈
Pairing: Bucky X Reader
Words: 2125
Warnings: Angst. Language.
Summary: You are Bucky’s source of comfort and he’s your source of heartbreak.
The next morning you manage to drag yourself out of bed. You are thankfully not too hungover. Some headache medicine, a glass of water, and a hot shower, once you manage to crowbar yourself out of that dress, clear the cobwebs from your head. As you complete getting ready for the day, a knock sounds on your door.
“Come in.” You call.
Brian enters with a smile, “Good morning, Love. I see you managed to get yourself out of that dress.”
“Almost had to cut it off of me.” You laugh.
“How’s your head?”
“Not bad. How are you this morning?”
“I’m good. Breakfast is ready. Your pancakes as requested. Hopefully, that will clear away any remaining hangover.” Brian holds a hand out to you.
“Pancakes? Oh, I did ask for those after you put me to bed.” You chuckle remembering your drunken request.
“And I made it my mission to deliver.” Brian grins at you.
Okay, I honestly don’t know who she’ll pick.. 😩
