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Come one come all I am making personalized edits for people of all Fandoms or if there is something in particular you would like please don't be afraid to ask !!! I have a few I have done already on my account please check them out I am trying to make these like commissions
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WARNING.. SMUT
WORD COUNT.. 4367
ALL MISTAKES ARE MY OWN,
IM STILL KNEW TO THIS WHOLE WRITING SMUT.
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The thunder booms breaking the silence inside the house, sitting in the plush armchair resting up beside the front window, eyes gazing out into the dark stormy emptiness waiting anxiously for a set of headlights making its way down the dirt path, an uneasy feeling resting upon your chest. Flashes of white light up the midnight sky, the harder the rain comes the more the unsettled feeling overwhelms you. Your boyfriend mark had been called into work for an emergency, and even though you begged him to stay, a storm had been forecasted early that morning but he had reasoned that it must have been important if his job had called him in on his day off, he had promised to be home before the storm hit and so with one final kiss he had left.
You had kept busy all day doing chores around your shared home, cooking marks favorite meal and your famous peach cobbler for dessert, but when the clock chimed 9 and still no sign of your boyfriend, that was when the worry started to set in, it’s not like your boyfriend to be late not without a phone call or a quick text, that was when you noticed the rain had started and continued to get heavier as you sat staring out the window as the minutes turned to hours with no sign of Mark. What if he had got into an accident.
After what seems like forever you see 2 bright lights from your boyfriend’s car making its way through the torrential storm,
you breathe out a sigh of relief, your mind at ease, you hadn’t been able to sit still all evening thinking the worst, you jumped up from your seated position at the window as the car made its way to a rolling stop, almost ripping the door from its hinges as you grabbed the handle and pulled, erasing the barrier between yourself and your man.
A large smile making its way across your face, knowing that he was ok and home, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist trying to contain the relieved sob that was threatening to escape you, you’re buried your face into his chest as his own arms wrap around your back, taking a deep breath inhaling his scent, you pull back puzzled, sniffing his shirt you catch a whiff of a strange scent mixed along with your boyfriends, a smell you didn’t recognize, unlike your own peachy scent, this was a strong floral odor.
The smile slips from your lips as you gaze up into the hazel eyes of your boyfriend, tears beginning to pool in your own Y/E/C.
You have had a sneaking suspicion lately that something was going on, he had been working late a lot sometimes he would stay at work all night, convincing you that it was only until he wrapped up a case he was working on, but something in the back of your mind kept niggling at you that there was more to it than just the case, but you trusted him, he had never given you any reason not to, well that is until now.
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You spin me right round (baby, right round)
A/N: Am I alive? Physically, yes. Am I okay? Probably not. Did I miss all of you guys and writing? YES. Honestly, it’s been weird not writing and keeping in contact with all of you, but I’m trying to get back to it – and that brings us to here. Also, I’ve been listening to Sleep Token on repeat, so I’m feeling things.
I don’t have a set schedule right now, mostly because I have no idea if I’ll be posting regularly or just on a whim, but for now, I’m just getting back in the groove of things!
Your comments, likes, reblogs mean the world to me and would definitely help me stay on it, so if you’ve got anything to say, say it, my loves.
Remember English isn’t my first language, so if there’s errors in grammar or language, try to overlook it. Love you all!
Also, please be gentle wit me on my first day back – it’s like being nervous to start a new school, really.
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Pairing: NotFamous!Henry Cavill x female reader
Warnings: Language, dorks being dorks, meet cute, strangers to lovers, neighbors to lovers, smut (18+, minors DNI), dirty talk, slightly dom/sub, spanking, p in v, tongue on v, blowjobs, slight Msub to Mdom, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, creampie, petnames
Wordcount: 4633 (whoops)
You spin me right round (baby, right round)
Laundry day. Probably the worst of days, especially considering the hefty trek from your 5th floor apartment to the basement, which would be bad enough in and of itself, but carrying the massive load of laundry down without a functioning elevator without spilling half of your delicates did seem like an almost impossible task.
At any rate, you were going to do it, and you were going to be a strong, independent woman, who could definitely carry it down and back up again without dropping a thong or three (like last time, where Pete from 5D was lurking).
You heaved the blue IKEA-bag higher on your shoulder, silently cursing yourself for not actually doing the damned laundry more than you did, and began the descent into the musty basement, your trusty laundry-tokens jangling in your pocket of the loose shorts, you were wearing.
It took longer than you’d like to admit, and you almost did drop the entire bag down a flight of stairs, but you made it and with a loud grunt, you pushed the door to the basement and laundry-room open, almost stumbling inside.
“Oh.” You locked eyes with a very handsome stranger, who looked up from the only dryer, hands still buried pretty deeply in there. “Oh, you need this one?” He asked politely, and that voice – smooth velvet, mixed with a deep rumble that settled nicely in your chest and between your legs. The accent didn’t help at all with how attractive you found him, either, and you shifted your weight slightly. Fuck. “I-I… I’m… Not right…” You squeaked, silently cursing yourself for wearing your gray, tattered t-shirt with a faded logo on it, that definitely did not do anything nicely for your shape. You cleared your throat. “No, I’m sorry, no. I’m still in the early laundry-stages.” You said with a smile, and immediately wanted to die. Laundry stages?? He grinned, a fanged tooth catching his lower lip. “Alright. New to the building?” He asked, casually loading a basket with his clothes.
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Coming Soon: Pull the Trigger (Modern!Ivar/Reader)
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When Y/N’s best friend started dating one of the Lothbrok brothers she couldn’t believe it. Since she had moved to Kattegat she had been silently hating them, especially the youngest of them all. Ivar Lothbrok was irritating, pretentious, a narcissist and, in general, very bad news. The last thing Y/N wanted was to get involved with that family, but she’d do anything for Thora, including giving a chance to her boyfriend’s annoying family that might not be as bad as she thought.
Warnings: violence, blood, mentions of SA, alcohol, drugs, smut, slowburn, mentions of sex.
Enemies to lovers (mild), soulmates.
First chapter on January 12th at 20:00 CET
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summary ─ an eye contact. dogs. sunset. cool drink offer. comfy bed.
pairing ─ rich!bucky barnes x reader
warnings ─ smut, +18, light dirty talk, pet names, kissing, making out, semi-public sex, summer fling, attraction at first sight (pun intended), slightly grumpy!bucky, and slightly sunshine!reader, bucky’s huge (a reminder), protected sex, bucky is a softie alright
a/n ─ hello!! i’m back with a new series (watch me abandon it lmao). i don’t have any memories of writing this so pls excuse all the mistakes. hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank you <333
The sun was burning his skin for the past two hours as he laid beneath it, on the hot sand with only a thin towel separating them. His hair was down, fanned out on the small pillow he made out of his t-shirts. He had his sunglasses on a couple hours ago, but he ditched in order to get a proper tan on his face. His skin smelled vaguely of sunscreen, salty ocean water and something so unique to him. His muscled, long and thick legs were extended in front of him, his shorts coming down to only two fingers above his knees.
He felt peaceful laying under the sun like that.
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Got me over here hungering for more
I can't believe the amazing @hertzwritings is actually finally on my actual physical couch. I've waited months for this! I'm so stoked to have her here
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Animal I’ve become
A/N: I PASSED MY EXAM, BABYYY! Well, one of many. I am however, dealing with severe exam-fatigue and stress-burnout, so my stuff is coming out, but it takes a while, because I need a bunch of breaks in between. I promise, I’m getting back into the groove of it, but it’s a lot when I’m so damn tired all the time.
Also, also, I am a GIANT slut for Steve Rogers, and I’m not even sorry. I’m also not sorry that I have a thingTM for him as a DBF, because that trope does me in every time.
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Pairing: Dad’s best friend!Steve Rogers x female reader
Contains: Language, “we shouldn’t”-pining, age gap (Steve is around 40, reader is in her 20’s), Dad’s best friend-trope, mentions of alcohol, thigh riding, spitting, fingering, p in v sex, dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink, Dom!Steve (but in like a daddy!Dom way), slapping, cream pie and probably more
W.C.: 5.300 (whoops)
Animal I’ve become
He drew a deep breath and steadied himself before knocking on the door. He really shouldn’t be feeling like this.
In all honesty, he had tried his damnedest to avoid feeling anything towards Y/N, but it had gotten legitimately impossible over the last three years. She was his best friend’s daughter, very fucking off-limits, but… It was bad.
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The Barber boys and the Bakery, chapter 3
A/N: I AM HAVING BURNOUT. I want to write and write a lot, but I cannot for the life of me get to do it. I’m doing my best to get back into the groove of things, and I hope you’ll bear with me while I get back to it. Anyway, we’re getting back to my favorite fluffy boys and their cute baker!
This story would’ve been NOTHING without the amazing @buckyshattergirl who is literally my soulmate and absolute perfection. Thank you for you.
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Love y’all. Remember, feedback feeds the soul (mine, in particular) and my requests and askbox are always open. There’s no limits, because I am me, and I have none at all – and I love to hear your thoughts on this story or any other story!
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Pairing: Andy Barber x female reader
Contains: Language, fluff, a little more fluff
W.C: 2100
Chapter 3: The dog and the D&D
Jacob had never seemed so excited to tell you something, than he was when he practically sprinted inside the bakery, panting and grinning like a madman. “Y/N, GUESS THE FUCK WHAT??” He yelled with his eyes glinting dangerously. You quickly thrusted a walnut-muffin into his hand, and he took a giant bite. “What the fuck, Jake?” You asked, grinning. Your phone plinged with a messaged from Andy, asking if you had seen Jacob today. You smiled at your phone before answering that, yes, indeed, his lanky, overly excited son was standing in your bakery. You looked back up to Jacob, who was grinning knowingly and wiggled his eyebrows.
Imagine.
You're laying on your back, completely naked. August is holding you tightly as you lay on his chest. He's slowly stroking his thick cock and you can feel it's weight against your thigh. But it's nothing compared to Walter who's currently lodged so far in your pussy you think you'll explode as he fucks you into complete oblivion. All you can do is whimper as august grabs your jaw firmly and forces you to look him in the eyes.
"Oh, baby. Are you gonna come on Officer Marshalls cock?"
And that's all it takes for you to let out a weak sob, entirely overstimulated but coming anyway.
"Good girl". August tells you. "But I don't think he's anywhere near done and you're having me for the main course."
The barber boys and the bakery
A/N: Yes, I do have three WIPS currently going and a shit-ton of other stuff, BUT the always amazing @buckyshattergirl and I have talked in LENGTH about a thing and now I have to write the thing. I need fluffy Dad!Andy Barber and cute kid Jacob. It’s probably going to be a series, maybe, and it’ll mostly be snapshots and cute little one-shots of the life of the Barber boys. I can’t say when or how frequently it’ll be updated, but it will be updated!
Anyway, I hope you’ll like it because I sure as hell do!
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Pairing: Andy Barber x female reader
Contains: language, fluff, mentions of violence, age gap
W.C: 2.000
The meeting
The bakery was quiet for the first time since you opened today; the hustle and bustle of high school kids had dwindled down to zero, and you finally had time to make yourself the cup of coffee, you had craved since 4 in the morning. You did worry, though, because your favorite kid – the lanky, shy Jacob – had been nowhere to be seen, which was strange for him. He came in every day, a shy smile on his lips and asked (as the only one) for your walnut muffins, small talking about nothing really, while you bagged it up for him. It was steady and routine at this point:
You opened, began baking, and precisely thirty minutes before the bell rang, Jacob would show up, buy a walnut muffin, eat it inside while talking about schoolwork or his dad – or how much he hated his mom – and then wave goodbye. You liked it. He was a smart and funny kid, and your general penchant for being a MomTM, made it easy to talk to him and dote on him.
He seemed like he needed it.
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As night falls
A/N: I’m literally hanging onto my mental health with bleeding and flayed fingernails. Not that it matters, because I’ll just delve into my little, fictional world, where I can treat y’all with some goodie-good! We’re still going with the prompt-list, because I can and I have no actual creativity today, because my exams are frying my brain. Love that for me. Everything (including the play mentioned) is written by me, and it kind of took a turn, I didn’t expect BUT I LOVE IT. Prompt: “And that’s why it’s illegal to divide by four.” “That makes no sense.” “Math doesn’t make sense.” + COLLEGE!AU
You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized something – the sky is the limit, and it would really help me out with my bills this month.
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Pairing: College!AU Henry Cavill x plus sized!Reader
Contains: language, FLUFF SO MUCH FLUFF, College!Henry, theater-talk, theater!Henry, smooches, exam-anxiety, not much else but absolute love and best friends to lovers-trope
W.C.: 4.000 (WHOOPS)
As night falls
You walked with fast feet towards the library, glancing down at your clock and groaning, when you saw that you were late. The quad was full of people – the weather had turned over the last week, and the sun was shining down, heating up the pavement as you passed:
Frat boys throwing a frisbee full of shaving-foam A girl screaming her head off at a boy, throwing fluffy, pink pillows after him Someone puking at the front steps of the main office Mathletes trying acapella-music to entice new members to join them (it was impressive that they had found songs pertaining to math, really) Drama-students (your people) reenacting TikToks – you had been particularly fond of the ”her sister was a witch, bro” they had acted out as if they were doing Hamlet. It was always eventful to pass the quad near summer break.
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A plot
A/N: Do I have issues? Yes. Is one of those issues being shadowbanned? NOT ANYMORE, BABYYYY! I’m going to celebrate with some solid Bucky-stuff. Enjoy! Prompt: “Well, that was plan A and B. Now what?” “Have I told you about plan Z, yet?”
You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized something – the sky is the limit, and it would really help me out with my bills this month.
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Pairing: College!AU Bucky Barnes x female reader
Contains: language, Steve, Sam and Bucky being absolute NERDS, fluff, smut (MDNI), fingering, praise-kink, p in v, oral (f receiving), cream-pie, unprotected sex, dirty talk, Bucky being a vocal fucker, overstimulation, biting, mentions of drinking, Bucky being HOT
W.C.: 6.279 (whoops)
A plot
“Okay, but I’m just saying, hypothetically, would you murder someone for me?” You asked Steve with feigned seriousness. “What the hell kind of question is that?” “A very important one to our friendship, Steve.” “Okay, yes, I guess I would.” “Okay, again, hypothetically, could that someone be James?” He frowned and put his controller down. “Dude…” “I’m just saying, I gotta know where on the friendship-scale I am!” You held your hands up in defeat. “Actually, that’s a good question, that I would also like the answer to.” Bucky interjected, looking up from his phone. “I need to know if I have to sleep with one eye open.” Steve rolled his eyes. “You two are damn idiots.” “You love us.” You said with a grin. “Jamie, are you ever going to get off tinder?” “Nah, I haven’t reached the final boss.” “Pfht. Nerd.” “He’s not a nerd, he’s a whore.” Sam retorted without looking up from his book.
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She calls me daddy
A/N: I COMPLETELY forgot about this masterpiece of an idea from @staysluttymyfriends97, and it would be an absolute crime to not post it. I don’t make the rules. Anyway, Frat-boy!Steve Rogers makes me feel all the good, and I enjoy a cocky Steve, soooooo….
You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized something – the sky is the limit with whatever and whoever you want in there!
I love y’all, and hopefully, you’ll like this. Remember, feedback feeds the soul (mine) and my askbox and requests are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me and I have none.
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Pairing: Frat-Boy!Steve Rogers x female reader, Nerd!Bucky (mentioned)
Contains: Language, Steve Rogers being a cocky dick, mentions of purity rings, smut (MDNI), fingering, oral (m recieving), p in v, unprotected sex, cum-shot, praise-kink, slight daddy-kink, slight dumbification, slight degradation-kink
W.C.: 4.638
She calls me daddy
“Seriously, do you need me there, or are you just acting like you do? You know I have finals next week, and I’ve been prepp…” Bucky glared at you, and you closed your mouth with a snap. “Listen to me. You’ve been prepping for one exam for a full month, now. You’re stressed as hell, you’re jumpy like a cat, who’s been strapped to fireworks, and I miss you.” He pouted and you groaned. “Stop that! You know I can’t handle your puppy-face.” “Please, Y/N, please? I promise, it’s going to be fun as hell, you enjoyed yourself the last time you were there!”
Bucky wasn’t wrong. You had enjoyed yourself, maybe even a little too much. Actually, you had enjoyed yourself way too much the last time you went to his frat house. And you did not want to face the consequences of your own actions.
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The horror and the wild
A/N: We’re BACK BABY! I’m sorry for the lackluster posting, but life happens, you know? Anyway, we’re back with prompts and I cannot say how much I’ve looked forward to this. THERE’S STILL PROMPTS LEFT ON THE LIST, SO GO CRAZY, MY LOVES! Prompt: “You’re bleeding.” “Just a little.” “It’s a femoral artery, asshole.”
You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized something – the sky is the limit, and it would really help me out with my bills this month.
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Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x female reader
Contains: language, mentions of fighting, mentions of blood, mentions of medical stuff, light fluff, a little angst, sexual tension, smut (MDNI), fingering, p in v, a little Feral!Geralt, crempie, unprotected sex, MASSIVE AGE GAP (because Geralt is truly an old dude), a little elder speech
W.C.: 3.861
The horror and the wild
You heard them before you saw them. The dull thuds of blades hitting soft bodies, the screeching of the nekkers and the grunts from a familiar voice; Geralt was out again.
It had been several months since you’d last seen him at Kaer Morhen, when you came to aid with the plants needed through winter. He had been gruff – as per usual – and pointed – also on par for him – and he had left in the dead of the night, despite not really talking to you. He was an arse, most of the time, but you understood him well enough to know it didn’t have anything to do with you, not really.
He was just like that. Jaskier had laughed loudly, when he finally figured out who you were, and had the time of his life seeing you verbally stepping on Geralt. Both of them liked it, you supposed. It had been for the almsot ten years, you had known Geralt.
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I just needed to share this picture of me and my son (the one I birthed and not remotely adopted from Tennessee) because, well….
Looking good there, kiddo
that eyeliner is on point! <3 u look amazing !! <3 and look a the bby:( how is he so cute kfkfj<3333333
Thank you!!! Being a makeup artist sometimes pays off - and honestly, I have no idea how he’s that cute ngl
Hehehehehehehe I love u too mum
Clothes
A/N: WELP, I might be developing arthritis in my fingers from all the typing, but I DON’T CARE. I am literally so happy that you guys are involved with my stuff, and I constantly look at replies, reblogs and screenshots of asks, because they make me feel all giddy and happy. Anyway, onwards with the prompts! Also this prompt was requested by the sweet @daughterofautumn – THANK YOU.
Prompt: “Undress or I’ll do it for you.”
You can buy me a coffee here and I’ll write you a personalized drabble, one-shot or multichapter fic. It would help me immensely, because bills are a bitch and I have to buy diapers and food. Seriously, anything can help.
Love y’all so much! Remember, feedback feeds the soul (mine in particular) and my requests – and askbox – are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me and I have none.
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Pairing: Henry Cavill x Plus sized!female reader
Contains: Language, fluff, smut (18+, MINORS DNI), fingering, p in v, oral (f + m receiving), unprotected sex, semi-public sex, cream-pie, praise kink, loving, fluffy, friends to lovers, coworkers to lovers, slight dirty talk, SEXUAL TENSION UP THE HOOHA
W.C.: 4.496 (sorry)
Clothes
“Henry, move again and I’ll stab you on purpose.” He chuckled but kept still - arms out and his eyebrow cocked at you. You shook your head and began slowly pinning the pants, so they kept the shape, hoping to God that this was the last pair you had to fix. “You should stop working out so much. I’ve never had to repair this many pairs of leather pants before.” You grumbled, smoothing the fabric over his shin to make sure it sat right. It was the fourth pair over the last two weeks alone, he had misshaped with his stupidly thick thighs. “Please, you love my company. And thighs.” He said with a small laugh. Well, yes, but he didn’t need to know that.
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