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As much as I love the Stardew Valley spouses it always kinda bugs me that they stay stagnant after you marry them. Like even after having kids and passing a decade in game they look and act the exact same? Anyway what if

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Body Talk

Title: Body Talk

Pairing: Personal Trainer!Bucky x Plus Size!Reader

Summary: You’re determined to come out of this breakup a better you, but Bucky likes the you you are. 

Warnings: self deprecating reader, fatphobia, idiots in love, smut, tooth rotting fluff, unprotected sex, mutual pining

A/N: PERSONAL TRAINER!BUCKY IS HERE TO GET YOU RIGHT FOR THE SUMMER! And by get you right, I mean he’s here to encourage you to love yourself just the way you are. i really hope you guys like this one, it got way, way away from me at JUST under 10k words, so… enjoy 🥴

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𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚂𝚎𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝.

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚞 𝙶𝚘𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 ~ 𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍/𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜.

𝚆𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚔𝚎 ~ 𝙰 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢.

Word Count: ~1k

Relationship: sea witch!caecelia Brunnhilde x female!reader

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (exhibitionism, lots and lots of tentacle penetration), excessive alcohol consumption, established relationship, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

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Brunnhilde leaned against one of the massive stones that comprised her throne, lazily toying with one of her braids while the havmand in front of her droned on about some supposed slight to his honor. She was bored, as she often was when she held court, since it seemed her leal lords and subjects only ever wanted to complain.

“Enough droning, Andri.” Brunnhilde silenced the man with a dismissive flick of her wrist, raising her eyebrow when he opened his mouth again then nodding when he finally bowed his head in acquiescence. “Now, Eirika, please answer the charges your husband has made against you before I render a decision.”

Kinktober: Monster Fucking

Fandom: Dungeons and Dragons

cw: cisfem reader, Monster fucking, OC x reader, fantasy racism (someone is not nice to dragonborn), biting, slight mention of bleeding, fingers in holes

PART ONE OF TWO

"The bath is free, Obi."

For how much a night costs, the room is nothing special, but any inn with running water is heaven sent. It’s been almost two months since anyone in your party has slept in a proper bed and your body can feel it. Simply wearing the silk of your nightgown feels luxurious at this point; sleeping on down is going to feel obscene.

"I'll be quick." Your party mate stands with a grunt, the day heavy on his joints. You almost want to tease him, but after this adventure, your knees are screaming too. It's hard enough for you to throw yourself on to the bed

Despite knowing him for the greater part of a year, you always forget how large the dragonborn is until he’s next to you. Towering over you with delicate horns and ridged crest, Obsidian Vyke -Obi, to his friends- is all black scales and teeth. The air crackles around him the way it crackles around all sorcerers, subtle yet wild, so it’s unfair that he’s also built wide. Thick biceps and a barrel chest: no magic user should be that muscular.

"Take your time." You watch him as he moves around the room, dipping around the singular bed and pulling his sleeping clothes from his travel sack.

"I'm sorry about this," Obi says, peering over his shoulder, "I know I'm not as nice to room with as Kiri."

The two other members in your party had been fast friends-- unfortunately, they were also quick to become lovers. Usually, that did not pose any issues to the group, but tonight, the inn only has two rooms available. It seemed cruel to separate the lovebirds, so you and Obi agreed to cohabitate for the night.

"I don’t mind sharing a bed with you." The idea gives you butterflies, this flitting, nervous energy. You trust the man with your life-- fuck, he’s saved your life in battle -- but something about sleeping next to him makes your skin goosepimple. "As long as you don't snore."

His eyes narrow in a smile. "I'll try my best."

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18+

Widower!Steve x Divorced!Reader AU

Series Status: Completed

Series Summary: Two hearts in pain, recklessly finding comfort in each other with no care for the pain they themselves are the authors of.

Series Warnings: Widower!Steve x Divorced!Reader, Ex Husband!Bucky, Dead!Peggy, mature themes, mention of death and grief, angst, forbidden love, fluff, smut (specific warnings in each part).

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Freedom Unbound [Rhaena Targaryen]

The past few years had been a whirlwind.  The death of her mother, Aemond’s claiming of Vhagar, her sister taken to ward by their Grandmother at Driftmark, her father marrying Rhaenyra and now a new brother (a second on the way perhaps) in a new home that she was still getting used to.  She didn’t hate Dragonstone, and found comfort in her cousins, especially Luke.  He was sweet, somewhat shy and he was kind.  Joffrey had grown quiet attached her and always called her sister instead of cousin.  Rhaenyra proved to be kind and loving towards her; perhaps always longing for a daughter she didn’t have.

Rhaena sat on the sand as she watched the boys sail above the sky on their dragons.  A pang of jealousy and longing hit her.  It was what she wanted more than anything.  She still had the egg that never hatched, insisting that it still be kept in the warming chamber.  Old hope, yet one she still clung to along with the tales of the unclaimed dragons that roamed close to the volcanoes.

There is more than one way to bind yourself to a dragon.  But if you wish to be a rider, you must claim that right.

Her mother’s words still echo in her head.  She felt the sting of not being able to claim Vhagar for her own and the guilt of losing a piece of her mother with that. In her grief, it had been the last thing on her mind, not thinking someone would steal that right during the funeral of her own mother.  Ambition runs strong in the blood of the dragon and sometimes she doubted hers.  Who was she?  What would her legacy be? Someone destined to fade into the past? No, she refused to let that be true.

She spent the new few days and nights pouring over the accounts of Maesters and the ones written on the histories of Old Valyria.  Rhaena was determined to make one of those dragons hers.  Both her parents had claimed theirs, perhaps that’s what was in her blood.  Baela had been blessed with the easy road of her hatchling, but now Rhaena needed to be stern and brave.  If Aemond could do it at such a young age, she would certainly be able to do it now as a young lady of one and four.

“Rhaena where are you going at such a late hour?” Rhaenyra asked as she spied the girl trying to sneak out.  Baby Aegon perched upon her hip as he let out soft coos as the moonlight drifted through the castle. His chubby hand reached out for his half sister.

“Just for a walk on the beach, princess,” Rhaena replied before she gently snatched the babe’s hand to kiss.

“Hooded and in boots?”

Rhaena turned around, letting the hood fall down and gave a sheepish look.  She prepared herself to be scolded.  Rhaenyra stepped closer then gently cupped the young one’s cheek.  “Just be careful, yes? Don’t stray too far.”

“Thank you,” Rhaena beamed before she scurried off.  She knew Rhaenyra would most likely send a guard after her, but she didn’t care.  She had but one thought in her mind.  Sheepstealer was the one she had in mind.  Born during the days of King Jaehaerys and never claimed, he was rumored to have a temper, but not as aggressive as some of the other unclaimed dragons.  She figured he would be the easiest target.  While not afraid of a challenge, she did not have a death wish.  Rhaena lit a torch before beginning her careful ascension of the volcano. She could feel the heat the closer she got to the caves.

There she spotted the dragon as he scaled the rocks.  He certainly was not handsome and she could see the wildness in his eyes.  Didn’t matter; he would be hers and stories would be told that would make them legendary. She swallowed hard, feeling the pulse in her throat and the thudding her ears.  She was no fool, one did not go charging towards an unclaimed dragon.  Very slowly she knelt down and placed her torch down.  A hand rested on her shoulder and she almost screamed bloody murder.  Rhaena had been so caught up on her task that she hadn’t heard the steps behind her.  She figured it must be one of the guards, yet was surprised to see her father.

“Rhaenyra suspected this might be where you were headed and insisted I follow after you,” Daemon stated.

“How would she…”

“Darling girl, you’ve been longing for a dragon before you could even talk,” Daemon pointed out as he helped her to her feet.  “You must be careful, the wild ones are testy.  Come, we’ll return in the morning.”

“But….”

Daemon shook his head and held up a finger.  “In the morning.  If this is what you wish, I will help you, but you will listen to me.  I do not wish to have you eaten by a dragon.  How embarrassing that would be for me,” he replied with a little smirk.

Rhaena let out a soft snort as she smiled.  Daemon pushed the torch between a wedge of rocks for it to burn out as he took his daughter’s arm and lead her safely off the volcano.  He saw her to her rooms, turning to go then felt her hand on his.

“Thank you, father,” she said softly.

“You’re welcome, darling girl,” he whispered, squeezing her hand before he went off.

It was not an easy task and Rhaena began to wonder if perhaps she had overextended.  She found it embarrassing to keep failing under the gaze of her father, who was such an accomplished rider.  Splattered in mud and shame, Daemon hauled her up to her feet once again.  The muddy dragon had already devoured his fill of sheep and settled against the warm rocks, snorting out black smoke.  Rhaena steadied herself, pawed some mud off her cheek as she made her advance.  Sheepstealer had other plans as his spiked tail swiped out and knocked her back down again.

“Seven hells,” she groaned as she looked over to her father.

“Life will knock you on your ass many times, I cannot always be there to pick you uo,” Daemon cautioned.  He didn’t mean to be harsh, but Rhaena needed to learn how stand firmly and do this herself. He would not allow for her to be seriously hurt, but a rider needed as thick a hide as their dragon.

She pushed her way out of the mud and stormed over to the resting dragon. He is yours, daughter.  Pretending to hear her mother say it….claim your right.

With fierce determination she grabbed one of the horns on the great dragon’s side.  He huffed and heaved his large body, shaking her a bit, but she held on tightly.  Her boots pressed into the tough hide as she began to climb him as she did the mountains.  You have the blood Old Valyria. With gritted teeth, sweat, and ancient blood she mounted her claim.  Her fingers and palms had cracked slightly, blood oozing, but she didn’t care.

“Dohaeris! Soves!” She cried out as she held onto two large horns as her thighs kept a death grip.

Sheepstealer lifted his large head and roared, attempting to shake her off. No…no…this is your right…your claim…this will be yours.  She kept yelling out the orders in High Valyrian with her voice becoming stronger and stronger each time.  She felt the strength of her mother and the fire of her father.  Two ancient houses had created her and she would not be broken.

“Soves!” She roared; voice loud and thunderous.  The muddy dragon let out another roar before his wings flapped and he lifted her into the sky.  The wind whipped through her silver braids as she soared through the sky on Sheepstealer.  Her dragon.  Her birthright.  She looked down at Dragonstone as they flew and she guided Sheepstealer higher into the sky.  Tears rolled down her grimy cheeks, splattering onto her sore thighs and the dark brown skin of the dragon, almost the same shade as hers. Not muddy anymore, but deep and rich like warmed tawny stones. A beautiful, bronzed beast ridden by a dragon queen. Laena would have been so proud.  A bit later, she descended back towards the pits.  The large feet hit the ground, talons digging in and finally she released her tight grip.  The keepers rushed forward with their sticks as she dismounted.

Adrenaline flooded through her as she took shaky steps and she looked up when she heard the clap.  Daemon stood on one of the tall rocks, a proud smile on his face while he applauded her.  “Well done, my girl.”

Rhaena managed a shaky smile before she dropped to her knees and threw up.  “You’ll get used to the feeling,” Daemon said gently as he helped her stand up.  He took her to the Maester to have her hands cleaned and bandage, keeping a watchful eye as Rhaenyra came in.

“I heard the good news, the whole castle is buzzing.  Well done, sweet girl,” Rhaenyra praised.

“Thank you, princess,” Rhaena smiled.

“We will arrange a celebration tonight, a feast in Rhaena’s honor,” she decided as she stroked Rhaena’s hair.  She kissed Daemon’s cheek before she left.  Her handmaidens escorted Rhaena back to her room where she took a hot bath and a long rest.  When she woke, there was a new gown waiting for her made of silver and foam green, similar to a style her mother used to wear.  Once she was dressed, she headed down to the banquet hall where everyone greeted her with applause.

“We can’t wait to go flying with you, cousin,” Jace smiled as Luke hugged her.

Joffrey frowned when he saw her injured hands.  “I’ll be just fine,” she assured him and ruffled his dark hair despite the ache in her fingers.  They dined on the finest food and perhaps Rhaena overdid it with pomegranate tarts topped with dollops of fresh cream, but it was well worth it.

“A toast to my daughter, may she be a fierce rider,” Daemon toasted as everyone pounded the table with their fists and cheered for her.  “A gift for you, my dear.” He snapped his fingers and two servants came in, carrying a large, leather saddle with the pommel engraved with the Targaryen Sigil.

“This is the one your mother used when she rode Vhagar, it seemed fitting that it should belong to you know as Baela had her own fashioned,” he said.

“Thank you, father,” Rhaena beamed.  

Perhaps she had found her home after all.

Confess the longing you are dreaming of

summary: Aemond thinks the woman he has to marry is the most impudent and unsufferable he’s ever met. He’s also never wanted anyone so badly. pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Martell!reader (third person, no mention of Y/N) warnings: bantering and teasing, mentions of unpleasant sexual experience, praise kink (guess who’s got it), a dollop of softness, mild smut (... for starters ;) author’s note: couldn’t get the idea out of my head and spent a few sleepless nights writing this. I imagine her brothers as Pedro Pascal and Oscar Isaac ✨ words: ~8000 song inspo: Hozier — Better love

>>> Aemond isn’t present when the idea is voiced the first time — he has a hunch that his grandsire is to blame for that. No doubt, Otto was the one to plan it out, come up with arguments served with his persuasive tone. He’s always loved to make arrangements and strike deals, each one of them to play into his hands, and Aemond hates the thought of being just another pawn of his.

He is blindsided at the breakfast but it’s made sound carelessly mundane — as Otto puts down his cup, he throws him the proposal, the way one would leniently throw alms to the poor. And Aemond thinks he must’ve heard him wrong.

“Marry me to... Who?” the prince asks, hardly covering his surprise.

AN: Whew! This one took a minute guys. I'm sorry for the delay, but I recently had a birthday and had a few weeks before and after of "omg, what the hell am I doing with my life???" But now, I'm in a slightly better place than what I was and the first thing I wanted to do was write!

This is the promised follow-up to Ari's story from 'i dream at night i can only see your face'. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you to @localbookshop for allowing me to use the pretty girl in the top left corner and @nix-akimbo who is no longer on tumblr, but gave us this beautiful depiction of tattooed Ari.

Warnings: noncon touching, some swearing, and character death mention

Sweet Renegade Series Masterlist

About the Sweet Renegade Series: A new arrival in town leads to an unexpected complication in the form of a sexy as sin Bounty Hunter named Ari Levinson.

This series features a collection of one-shots centered around a small town romance between Bounty Hunter Ari Levinson and a reluctant, curvy Reader.

What an introduction to your blog!! I absolutely love every story and I was so engrossed with it, i didnt want it to end. I am going to read everything you have ever made now so sorry for the spam likes and reblogs

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Whatever It Takes

Summary: Bucky is willing to do whatever it takes to get you back. “But I know what I want, and I’ll do anything to get you back. You want me to beg, I’ll beg, you want me down on my knees, I’ll get down on my knees”

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Smut, implied violence, bad dates, overstimulation, choking kink, praise kink, fingering, mirror sex. Exes to lovers.

A/N: Sinday drabble #1. Beta’d by the wonderful @cwbucky and @lunarbuck. Line dividers by @maysdigitalarts

This is, without a doubt, the worst date you’ve been on. The restaurant itself is stunning, the romantic family-owned spot is only a few miles from your home, and you’ve been dying for a chance to eat here.

The waiter, Peter, has been fantastic. You can’t remember the last time you’ve had such delicious, decadent food, you’re amazed to see the menu has all your favorite foods. The music coming from the live band is phenomenal, you almost want to join the other couples on the dance floor.

Almost.

Everything should be perfect, your first date at your dream restaurant. It would be if you weren’t sitting across from the most obnoxious, self-centered man you’ve ever met. Lance.

You should have known when he walked in ahead of you, leaving you to pay for the cab he used to pick you up. Then he was short with the hostess, and the way he’s been treating poor Peter is embarrassing. You’ve already made a mental note to leave him a huge tip as an apology.