My Lady

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x female reader

Word Count: 572

Summary: Being the General requires much of Marcus' time and although you understand that it doesn't mean you don't miss him always- not as much as he misses you of course

Author's Note: Every new little snippet we get of this man basically ends me so I just was feeling something small and cuddly and soft because I really just want to curl up on his lap and in his arms forever. Please and thank you! 😁Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovey @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: it's soft and sweet and warm

Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist

He leans in, mouth hovering just over yours.

“They will be expecting me soon.”

He whispers this against your lips before his kisses trail along your jaw and down to the hollow of your throat.

Crowding your space a little more, he brushes his nose against yours, his soft lips and warm hands moving everywhere.

Back to You

Pairing: Dave York x f!reader

Summary: The stars never aligned for you and Dave growing up. You never thought you'd see him again once he went to college and joined the C.I.A., but one fateful day brings him back into your life - or more specifically, your husband's life.

Warnings: language, violence, smut (18+ MDNI), unprotected piv sex, oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms, heavy on the possessive behavior, jealousy, infidelity, a glimmer of dark!dave but in a obsessive, madly in love kind of way, graphic domestic abuse

WC: 10.8K

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Pain seared across your eyes, over the bridge of your nose and thrummed steadily against the top of your skull. The door was locked and you heard his car peel out of the driveway, but you laid curled up on the bathroom floor, body trembling in fear, still anticipating the sound of his heavy footsteps to clamber back up the stairs.

Ofrenda

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

Summary: You make an altar with your family for Javier’s mother during Día de Los Muertos.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader/you (no y/n)

Tags: +18, depictions of grief, loss of a (grand)parent, family dynamics, so much love in this little family, domestic bliss, non-explicit descriptions of sex, love confessions

Word count: 3k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60151243

Ofrenda

You are in the kitchen, cutting the stems of marigolds on an angle into the sink. The scent of the flowers is citrusy and slightly spicy, complimenting the lemon cookies that are in the oven and nearly done. Beside the sink lies several bare stems too because Lucas is holding a bowl of their petals in his small hands. 

WINKTOBER DAY 28: Formal Wear (Oberyn Martell)

Even though there are more still a few more coming, this is the last prompt I actually finished. I sat down and started to write a little drabble about Oberyn being worn down by the formalities of a royal function, how the reader tries to entertain him, how he seems to come around and flirt with her. But it felt too easy to win him that way and it didn’t make me feel anything. I wanted to write something that wasn’t just another little story, but maybe a musing on then man himself in a vulnerable moment, when he was feeling less than the gregarious prince we all know and love, just looking for some small piece of beauty to ground him in the moment. It got rather flowery and full of commas. When I proof, I tend to read out loud, and it sounded closer to a poem to me, so I have decided to lean outside of the box a little on this one and broke the six sentences up into separate thoughts. It’s not a poem, it’s just…something quietly defiant. It’s my fic. My rules. I do what I want. It made me feel things, so this is where it stays.

He is a master of poisons, you’ve heard it said a scholar a warrior a monster a lover– and tonight he moves through the banquet like none of these things or all of them at once as if he doesn’t care which one takes the lead.

There’s something languid and heavy about him his glowing robes lay over him like molten gold poured over a monolith  but they defy the air keeping close to his body as if by a magnet’s pull– and when he meets your curious eyes in the candlelight you recognize this weight in him.

He’s bored.

It’s a surprise when he finds you in the water gardens where you’ve gone to escape the noise and odors of the feast to kick off your shoes and let your feet be soothed  by the heat of the Dornish sun still lingering in the pink marble even while the stars take up residence in the darkened pools.

“My prince–” you gasp as he pulls you down with him by a fountain’s edge with a steady grip on your arm and the light of the far off revelry illuminates his aching cringe catches on his ring as he waves off your formality sick to death tonight of being charmed and seduced by liars and fools by folk who are born so high on a pedestal that they are as transparent as the clouds their motives spelled out plainly within them and none of them simply pausing to enjoy what is pleasant and juicy and rich about this robust and beautiful life none of them so free from the scare of scandal that they would wander out to the gardens to warm their weary feet to chase whatever pleasure the gods can make for a woman such as you…

So while you watch in flustered awe as the Prince of Dorne the Red Viper the lusty, vengeful second son of the kingdom kneels beside you and gently begins to wash and cool your feet in the star flecked waters cradling your heel firmly in one large palm you know that this sweetness is not only for your benefit but because one man made of flesh and blood who lives in riches but whose cravings are deceptively simple wants nothing to do with the nobilities of the land who claw for his notice but seeks only to touch and care for a pretty girl’s feet to dry them on his golden robe to be present and attentive to share a moment of tactile beauty with a quiet soul just to be a kindness wrapped in silk and silent smiles under the pale eye  of the night.

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WINKTOBER 2022 MASTERLIST

Sweater Weather | Joel Miller x female reader

Summary: When you pick up a hobby again as the seasons turn in Jackson, Joel wonders why you won’t make him a sweater. Word Count: 2k Warnings: established relationship, pure fluff, copious references to knitting and crafting, references to the ‘sweater curse’ , post season Jackson domesticity, no description of the reader beyond her hobby. Notes: This is just a cosy autumnal piece of fluff to ease back into the fandom a bit. I’ve been struggling with writing and my place in the fandom bit recently but I wanted to take part in @jolapeno and @goodwithcheese ‘s jolabrew with cheese autumn challenge and I’ve recently been crafting a bit and trying knitting and crochet so couldn’t resist this silly little idea,

You used to love autumn. You thought it would be your favourite season forever. You were intoxicated by the foliage in all its glorious shades of red and mustard yellow, even the browns seemed richer then. You remember jumping through leaves in your childhood, a mug of hot chocolate waiting when you got home.

That was Before though.

Before the colour red reminded you of blood rather than leave. It was before the dark meant risk, meant the chance of an infected hiding away and a rational fear of death.

After the outbreak, all of the moments you clung to, the memories you used to savour, it all felt so pointless in this new world where death was always so close, always a shadow around you.

It’s different here though.

WINKTOBER DAY 22: Object Insertion (Pero Tovar)

I love him.

Watching out of the corner of his good eye, Pero pretends not to notice the hulking man who is approaching you in the tavern…but he does, very much so, even as he runs a crust of bread over his plate to soak up all the juices from his dinner.

Pero’s will hasn’t accepted it yet, but his heart has claimed you for his own ever since that first day after he arrived in the town and you slid aside on your bench in church, allowing him to sit beside you when everyone else shrunk away at the sight of his scar.

He hasn’t spoken to you yet, but after several Sundays sitting side by side, he knows that you smell like….how do you say…like madreselva–honeysuckle! yes–and you sing sweetly like sunshine on a summer’s day, and he’s walked by your stall often enough in the market to know that you give a smile free with every purchase, sometimes a blessing too, whispered at your patron’s back as they go about their day, if you’re shown kindness in return.

The man places a hand on your arm, and then the other–an unyielding grip around your twisting form yearning to break free–and before Pero gives his consent, his own growl springs forth– “Leave the woman be, you shithole.”

The entire tavern falls silent as the ruffian turns slowly, taking in the much smaller Pero, growling out something about dirty foreigners learning their place, but he’s bearing down too fast and impales himself on Pero’s dagger–swiftly and smoothly appearing before anyone can track it–the Spaniard’s quick reflexes inserting the blade into the soft flesh of the brute’s thigh with nary a blink or distraction from his own dinner.

As your unwanted suitor whines and hobbles out the door, you catch Pero’s eye–your mouth open, eyes wide, a thankful question just behind your heart–and Pero shrugs shyly, turning back to his plate and mutters, “Perhaps this Sunday you can teach me how to best ask God for forgiveness, madreselva.”

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WINKTOBER 2022 MASTERLIST

LUCY'S CLOSET (drabble)

FRANKIE MORALES x READER

WARNINGS: Frankie's daughter Lucy is scared of "the monster in her closet", descriptions of a child being afraid.

A/N: this is in the Don't Give Up 'verse but you wouldn't have to read any of it for this. The pairing is minimal, really about Frankie and his little one.

W/C: 530ish

@Writer Wednesday

"Papi!!!" Lucy shouted as she jumped off her bed and scuttled under her bed with her glowlight whale plushie tight in her arms.

She curled up.

FawKtover2024 Part 6- Frankie Morales

Frankie Morales x fem!reader

Kinks- sex pollen, overstimulation

Word count- 2.4k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), fwb to lovers, army days Frankie, reader is part of the team, sex pollen, unprotected sex, riding, overstim, no physical description of reader other than body parts, no use of y/n

Notes- Big thank you to @jolapeno for helping me come up with the scenario and for the good opening line here! I hope you like this bb!! This definitely got longer than I meant it to, but hey that's sex pollen for ya!! Enjoy!!

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“Dammit, Fish,” you cursed as you dragged your partner through the labyrinth of hallways, “I told you not to go sniffing things!”

“It’s not my fucking fault,” Frankie huffed as he felt like his body was on fire, “It fucking exploded in my face.”

“Still,” you hissed, “You need to be more fucking careful.” The worry was apparent in your tone though the chastising. You were truthfully more scared than you let on, but you had to hide it for now and get Frankie to safety.

It was supposed to be a simple recon mission: get in, investigate the seemingly abandoned town, gather information, and get out. You and Frankie paired off as the team split up to cover the entire town, but as you investigated what looked like an old lab, things went wrong. He picked up a small case, a puff of powder exploded from it and covered his face. Thinking quickly, you grabbed him and ran, darting through the halls in search of somewhere safe.

“Shit,” Frankie gasped as he suddenly became acutely aware of how tightly you held him.

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Not the tac vest 🥵 this was so hot but also we love a protective king, and that confession 🥹

Imagine a late night drive with Frankie. The Chain playing in the background, his hand finding your thigh and later your hands intertwining with eachother. The glances he gives you here and there, a tiny smirk, him kissing your knuckles 😮‍💨

Yup, I am astronomically down bad your honor

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

Paring Joel Miller x Reader  

Summary The tenderness and nerves of spending the night at Joel’s for the first time, and the sweet moments that follow in the morning light [1.2k]

A/N This is a snippet into the lives of Joel and reader from the moments in between. Reading that fic is not a necessity because you’ll get the vibes either way. But fun news—right after this fic is posted, they will be receiving their own masterlist where I will post more glimpses into their lives in Jackson!

When yellowed lamplight no longer fills Joel’s room, there’s a brief period of rustling as the two of you settle beneath striped linen sheets in the dark. His bed is small enough that you can feel each other’s proximity, but spacious enough that you don’t have to touch. But you want to. It was your first time spending the night, and enjoying his company in the hours prior had awakened a selfishness you’d never known.

Maybe it was because he gave to you so freely nowadays. His presence, his thoughts, those smiles he no longer fought so hard to hide. It was hardly your fault that all you wanted to do was take, and take, and take. His supply never seemed to dwindle when it came to you. 

Boo!

Summary: You buy a mansion on the cheap having no idea it's haunted by the previous owner's friend

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ (mature readers only)

Word Count: 5,900(ish)

Warnings: "Enemies" to lovers vibes (they annoy each other at first), recreational drug use mentioned, medical stuff, subtitle mentions of sex/yearning, ghost Dieter follows you around the house but isn't a total creep about it - he's just really bored and invisible, AU?, foul language, fluff

Author’s Note: This was created for Jamie's Halloween Writing Challenge by @mermaidgirl30 - I already had the idea of writing ghost Dieter before this challenge, so I thought it was the perfect time to write it up. The theme I chose is "haunted mansion" for obvious reasons. I was slightly inspired by a movie some may or may not know.

xxx

You had bought the mansion on the cheap - hardly a million dollars despite the huge, modern layout.

Just outside of New Orleans, the mansion was only one of three you owned as an unusually successful author. One of the few that had gotten rich off of making a crime novel series that had later become a successful drama show that was still running after five years - a true feat in modern entertainment.

Dieter Comes Down with a Cold

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 933

Summary: Dieter comes down with a cold and leads to various Dieter style situations…

Warnings: mild swearing, chaotic man with a cold, Dieter being Dieter

Check out masterlist here

I've loved seeing folks' sweet and beautiful offerings for the jolabrew + withcheese Fall challenge, and I got the urge to put together a little something of my own. Thank you @jolapeno and @goodwithcheese for bringing the cozy vibes and community fun.

NoOutbreak!Joel x Reader - pure domestic fluff, mentions of food and drink

My thoughts were brought back to my Happy Tuesday couple as they try out their new backyard fire pit. Gazing up at the mesmerizing night sky. Enjoying a little indulgent hot cocoa. Toasting up a few marshmallows.....

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"You didn't have to kill it, y'know - they're not like the little critters in the new Ghostbusters movies."

"What? I like 'em well done."

"More like burnt to a crisp."

Joel smiled as he tugged a slightly cooled, charred marshmallow from its funeral pyre and popped it into his mouth. You giggled at his chipmunk cheeks and overstuffed grin. He pointed the roasting stick towards you and offered the other incinerated treat.

You shook your head, finishing off one of your own lightly browned confections. "Thanks but no thanks. It's allll yours. Got my own right here." You nipped gently at your thumb, the last bits of sugary goodness melting on your tongue.

Looking over at Joel, you noticed he'd gone still. A faint glimmer in his eyes from a few stray cinders floating in the evening air. His cheeks ruddy with warmth. A soft, crooked grin on his face.

You couldn't help but smile back. "Hey, Mister. Care to know what a good toasted marshmallow tastes like?"

Before you could turn your attention to your skewer to retrieve your other marshmallow, Joel leaned in, gently pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilting your face towards him.

His voice was low, his thumb reaching up to lightly brush against your lips before capturing them with his own. "Don't mind if I do."

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here’s my submission for the fall coffee house put together by @goodwithcheese and @jolapeno - im not gonna lie i have no idea where this came from but its the longest thing ive written in literal months so enjoy!

Pairing: Frankie Morales x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: none :) except that i didn’t proofread lmao

You’ve always been a planner, always had goals for your future, dream boards and five year plans and a list of things to accomplish before you turned thirty. None of those ever included feeling so claustrophobic in what was supposed to be your dream job that you packed everything up and moved away and got a job at a coffee shop. Your life is far from terrible, and you’re quite happy with your choices, but you know if you were somehow able to tell past you where you would end up at twenty seven, she would have spit in your face.

Of Every Kinnë Tre

(Pero Tovar x F!Reader)

CW:  Angst (death); smut (dubious consent, maybe, but I don't know if medieval times cared much for intoxicated sex acts; loss of virginity; oblique talk of sex; fingering, PiV, unprotected), 18+ only.

Word Count: 8370

AN:  This was originally requested by @justreblogginfics!

AN2: The title of this is taken from an anonymous medieval love poem called, in modern English, "Of Every Kind of Tree."

AN3: Tropes is playing fast and loose with historical fact here (and geography, and linguistics, etc. etc).

Pero Tovar never counted marriage as something written into his fate.

Starvation?  Possibly.  Plague?  There was a chance.  Death in war or battle or in a misunderstanding on the road to China and back?

All too certain.

But marriage?  Never.

Until it was foisted on him, quite unexpectedly, as he made his way back to Europa from his trials at the Great Wall.

FawKtober 2024 Part 1- Javi Gutierrez

Javi Gutierrez x gn!reader

Kinks- Fingering, slow and soft

Word count- 814

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), soft and fluffy, praise, no plot, pet names, no description of reader, no use of y/n

Notes- Starting off kinktober with some slow and softness with our dear sweet Javi!! Enjoy!!

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“Corazon, you are so beautiful,” Javi murmured in your ear.

“Ja…vi…” you panted as your body felt like an inferno.

“That’s it mi amor,” he moaned, “So beautiful…”