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Me trying to make an intervention:
And also:
And:
Wait:
What do you mean these are my favorite men ? I don’t know what you are talking about 👀
Lol don't worry, I never forget them. I just lock them away until I'm ready to use them.
Can I get some advice on that? Lloyd's got a habit of breaking through all the locks I set up.
He's a special case tbh. I can never quite tie him down.
These pictures!! Damnit, I'm at work and should NOT be making these kinds of noises!! 😂🤤😬😁
I mean my mind is hopping ahead of this slow ass burn but Geralt chasing Summer... I'm considering it.
Through the snow, in his domain.
Maybe she'll actually try to flee because she sees through his intentions, maybe it's born from a misunderstanding, a mistake on her side paired with the King's temper, that leads her to believe she must leave lest she be punished for what happened.
Or he literally just orders her to run, so that he can catch and ravish her. He's got to warm her up after she waded through thigh high snow in her thin skirts. And we all know, skin to skin is the best
I can see all of them :P He definitely seems the type who loves a good pursuit. I could see him showing her a snowy pass and then maybe letting himself slip. It freaks her out and she tries to flee but he's better at traversing that landscape and she can't help slip all around.
😂😂🤤
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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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Lady Jazlene, a queen by marriage, cries herself to sleep. You stay until she snores and snuff the candle as you leave her on her stomach atop the stuffed mattress. You emerge between the guards and wonder if they keep people out or keep her in.
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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
Note: another week ahead.
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The gates open as horses snort and kick. The dawn air is ripe with impatience. You and Merinda watch as you stand east of the front doors. The luggage is clustered near the stables, to depart once all of the nobles have trotted their steeds from within the walls.
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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
Note: i slept so gosh dang heavy.
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You haul up the cask, one of the smaller but still heavy for your arms. The stairs are treacherous to the upper floors of the castle and you waddle down the corridors hugging the vessel with heavy steps. As you near the ivory room, you slow and face the wooden barrier. Should you knock?
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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
Note: it's saturday.
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You follow the king into the great hall. Despite the sun beaming in through the open doors and the chirping of sparrows from the courtyard, it is a dour affair.
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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
Note: double chapter day?
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The summer sun brings little warmth to the castle of Debray. Those left behind in the shadow of their lord’s march to war, bide their time with baited breaths and unspoken worries. The duchess sinks into her cups, a nectar to her already sharp tongue, as her daughter buries herself in her wardrobe.
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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
Note: wooooo, friday!
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Despite the unease of the king’s proximity, you drift down into a hollow sleep. The sort that is grey and empty and dizzying. When you wake, you’re alone. The bed is sparse and spacious as you lay tucked in the blanket, snug around your figure. You slide your arm up as you feel a cool graze along your scalp.
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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
Note: we vibing.
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Jazlene comes to with a wispy sigh. You back up and stand as her mother helps her to her feet. The king is back at the table, unbothered by the overcome maiden. Lord Dustan hovers between, torn by loyalty to his liege and his family. New liege, that is. Only yesterday, he was toasting to good King Waleran.
Warnings: this fic contains elements such as blood, death, murder, implied sex, and possibly other untagged triggers.
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Character: Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes
Synopsis: Bloody deaths and dark nights fill the forest, a harbinger of a curse come to fruition.
Note: I wrote this for @boxofbonesfic the beast you made of me/werewolf challenge. My prompt was Run by Hozier. Because I don’t write a lot of supernatural stuff, it was pretty new and I got a bit creative with the style. Thanks yall.
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A shard of opal on cornflower silk. The moon shines through in the early hours of the morning, above the evergreen arrowheads of great firs. You pass between the sentinels as the itch tickles lightly at your neck, like hackles raising on an angry hound. Subtle, manageable, the stirring of saliva not yet a slather.
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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
Note: this one came out of no where.
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It’s uncharacteristically grim on the plains of Debray. Rains pelt the tall green grasses, flattening them in a slanted downpour that dims the horizon. Clouds blot out the daylight and lend to atmosphere of unease in the warring lands.
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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
Note: this one came out of no where.
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It’s uncharacteristically grim on the plains of Debray. Rains pelt the tall green grasses, flattening them in a slanted downpour that dims the horizon. Clouds blot out the daylight and lend to atmosphere of unease in the warring lands.
LITERALLY FOAMING AT THE MOUTHHHH while waiting to pick up my parents at the airport!!!
Oof. Airports are rough. Hope you got through it.
Summary: Your new gym comes with a few perks. Heated swimming pool, sauna, and your very own personal trainer. Bucky Barnes. And he has the best way of making sure you work up a sweat.
Pairing: MMA!Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 3.8k
Warnings: Smut, size kink, belly bulge, choking, praise kink and hint of breeding kink, beefy Bucky.
A/N: Beta’d by the lovely @maladaptivexxdaydreaming and @lfnr-blog-blog-blog.
Good for one free personal training session.
The neatly handwritten words stare up at you.
A thin ribbon of blue ink smeared across the words from where he circled the word personal.
Putting the corners of the thin white card between your fingers, you spin it to the front. Brooklyn’s 107th Gym embossed in bold black lettering above a pair of red and blue boxing gloves.
Steve G. Rogers and J. Bucky Barnes inscribed in fine black lettering.
You trace your finger over the latter’s name.
Bucky Barnes.
He’s been starring in your dreams ever since you walked into his gym a few weeks ago. And after you discovered a few videos of his fights, demonstrating his sheer strength and agility, he’s the reason your favorite vibrator has been getting more of a workout than you have.
Turning the card back over, you blow a shaky breath through your lips.
Good for one free personal training session.
And you wonder just how personalized it will be.
🤤🤤🤤
Sexual themes
Summary: Your new gym comes with a few perks. Heated swimming pool, sauna, and your very own personal trainer. Bucky Barnes. And he has the best way of making sure you work up a sweat.
Pairing: MMA!Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 3.8k
Warnings: Smut, size kink, belly bulge, choking, praise kink and hint of breeding kink, beefy Bucky.
A/N: Beta’d by the lovely @maladaptivexxdaydreaming and @lfnr-blog-blog-blog.
Good for one free personal training session.
The neatly handwritten words stare up at you.
A thin ribbon of blue ink smeared across the words from where he circled the word personal.
Putting the corners of the thin white card between your fingers, you spin it to the front. Brooklyn’s 107th Gym embossed in bold black lettering above a pair of red and blue boxing gloves.
Steve G. Rogers and J. Bucky Barnes inscribed in fine black lettering.
You trace your finger over the latter’s name.
Bucky Barnes.
He’s been starring in your dreams ever since you walked into his gym a few weeks ago. And after you discovered a few videos of his fights, demonstrating his sheer strength and agility, he’s the reason your favorite vibrator has been getting more of a workout than you have.
Turning the card back over, you blow a shaky breath through your lips.
Good for one free personal training session.
And you wonder just how personalized it will be.
Sexual themes
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Chapter Warnings: Fluff, little angst, friends to lovers
Word Count: 2162
Chapter Summary: Being the best friend of Steve can be hard when you have feelings for him. You decide to confess your feelings to him during his birthday party thrown at the Avengers Tower. But when a blonde beauty throws herself at him and kisses him you feel the world collapse around you. Fleeing to Vermont to clear your head from the heartache Steve shows up with a confession of his own. Can dreams come true for these two friends?
A/N: This is my entry for @sweeterthanthis 6k “Quote Me On It” Writing Challenge with Prompt #81 w/Steve - “Hey, I want my best friend back. Because I’m in love with her.”
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Words: 3.1k
Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader
Warnings: References to mafia families. References to arranged marriage. Coercion. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.
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Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.
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Your heart flew as you ran like the hounds of hell were chasing you out of Boston. The snow stung your cheeks, the cold wind carrying them took your breath away as you skimmed over the snow, heading in what you thought was the direction of those other homes you saw in the distance.
It was hard to hear any sounds aside from the dull thumps of your feet, the pounding of your heart, and your rasping breath. You kept moving, refusing to look back.
Don’t look back.
Your life and freedom were on the line.
But the land around his home seemed to go on forever and it was so cold. You weren’t wearing the best shoes for running in the snow either. When you heard a shout in the distance behind you, one of your feet slid out from under you and you went face down in the snow hard. Shivering, you scrambled to your feet, making a beeline for what looked like an ancient barn near the fence at the edge of the property that you’d finally reached.
But hiding in the barn was the obvious choice. You ran towards it, ran in it, immediately searching in the darkness for any other way out. If he stopped and thought you were hiding in the barn, it would buy you some time.
Anxiety had your heart racing as you scrambled, enjoying the brief respite the shelter gave you. When you saw an open gap near the back of the old wooden structure, you darted for it. Carefully, you slipped through the narrow space where a couple of boards had pulled away, taking a deep breath before braving the cold again.
There was a small wooded area just beyond the barn. You chose a huge old oak tree and hid yourself behind it, wincing in the wind and snow to watch the barn. To see who was following you and what they’d do.
You waited.
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Words: 3.5k
Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader
Warnings: References to mafia families. References to arranged marriage. Coercion. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.
Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.
Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.
~~~
You watched white flakes of snow blow around your father’s favorite Rolls Royce as Dyson drove you into Boston. The winter storm was just getting started in the city, a perfect reflection of the cold storm raging in your heart. The snow blanketed the city in white, making it feel serene and quiet in the shadows of the night.
It looked perfect.
Seemed the best way to get to the truth was to come see you for myself. And here you are. And you’re just… Perfect.
You didn’t have tears left to cry. You were heading for a life you’d never considered and certainly didn’t want. You weren’t perfect. You didn’t want to be. And you sure didn’t see yourself happy in a life as Steve’s perfect and dutiful wife, giving birth to the next generation of Mafiosos.
Dyson had pleaded with you until you dressed, got ready for your captivity-disguised-as dinner with Steve. You’d dressed alright. You wore the same demure black dress you’d worn to your father’s funeral, wore the same black flats, the same black coat.
You’d cared enough about the mental well-being of the maids you’d known since childhood to let them help you do your hair and makeup. The end result was you wearing a bit more makeup than you usually did. The smoky eyes you might have appreciated if you were going somewhere you wanted to go to see a man who didn’t regard you as a possession. The red lip made you look older, more experienced than you truly were.
I’ll teach you how to please me… I’ll make you crave me.
You shuddered at the memory of those whispered words.
You didn’t want to please him. You didn’t want to marry him.
What could you do?
