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Nosferatu

Friedrich Harding

life in the harding household

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Hey, how are you? i saw you were taking requests…

Could you write something about Husband Friedrich Harding?

If you don’t write for him or is not comfortable with my request, please ignore me!! 🤍

Hey! Thank you for your request. I've posted it here.

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𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝

Friedrich Harding x wife!reader

Warnings: Vague reference to sex.

The stillness of the Harding household greatly contrasted the busyness of the wedding that occurred the day prior. Currently, the newlywed couple sat on the heavy mahogany chairs in the sitting room, quite a significant distance between them. They were still confined within the transgressional phase between being wed and actually acting like husband and wife, a liminal space if you will.

"You look beautiful today, my wife." The word wife felt foreign in his mouth after several years since the death of Anna.

"Thank you, sir. My mother says the colour looks becoming on me." You fiddled with the soft material of your skirt.

"Your mother is an observant woman. I shall buy you several more in that shade." He tried in vain to make eye-contact with you. "And please, call me Friedrich."

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Things between you and Friedrich began to warm, slowly, like the gentle emergence of spring after a harsh winter. You thought about that alot; how overtime your mutual fondness had grown so immensely. You contemplated this as you sat together in his office, a domain of musk and whisky that had once wracked you with anxiety and the feeling of being out of place. He had you settled on his lap, one large hand resting on your thigh over your delicate nightgown and the other propping open a tome of fairytales and myths. You had loved the book since you first discovered it on his bookshelf, drawn in by the ornate gold lettering on its worn spine. When he found you, hidden away in a cosy corner in the kitchen, running your fingers over the intricate illustrations that accompanied the stories, he did not judge you for your childish habit. Instead, he looked at you with reverence and insisted that you explore the novel together.

Reading was not the only joint habit that you had formed. Many long summer evenings were spent walking through the yard arm in arm, admiring the new blooms.

On this particular occasion, you were discussing the beauty of a hedge that was blossoming with pale yellow flowers under the haze of sunset when Friedrich's hands began to drift lower. Your body became rigid but you did not object. Nor did you object when he was laying you down on the grass, or when he was lifting up your skirt. Or when he entered you, the sensation new and burning.

And you certainly had nothing negative to say when he fell against you, completely spent and enveloping your body with his, whispering sweet nothings against your neck.

[kravinoffswife]

Can u write one where reader in rafe are broken up on they have a kid but rafe still wants her because she’s a milf😛😛

a/n: hope you like it bb! i want to do more milf!reader so send more requests!!

“sooo, this what motherhood look like now?”

you don’t even have to turn around to know it’s rafe. his voice still does that thing—annoyingly smooth. you glance over your shoulder anyway, one hip popped as you hoist the diaper bag higher, your kid balanced on the other side, clinging to your hoodie with chubby fingers.

he’s leaning against his car across the parking lot like this is some romcom reunion moment, arms crossed, a crooked smirk playing on his lips like he didn’t rip your fucking heart out a year ago. he’s in that stupid grey shirt that clings to his chest in a way you know he does on purpose. like he knows it makes horny.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, voice dry.

he pushes off the car, starts walking toward you. “just sayin’,” he shrugs, eyes dragging down the curve of your ass in the leggings you didn’t think twice about throwing on this morning. “you really gonna come out here with your hair in a claw clip and your tits lookin’ like that and expect me to not say something?”

you huff a breath, glance at your kid—blissfully chewing on the zipper of the diaper bag like she’s got no idea she’s at the center of this chaotic love story neither of you really closed the book on.

“i’m literally just picking up wipes,” you mutter, adjusting your grip on the squirming toddler who’s now babbling happily to herself.

“yeah, and you’re doin’ it lookin’ like that.” he grins, cocky and slow. “don’t act like you don’t know you’re a full-blown milf.”

you stare at him, deadpan. “you’re so annoying.”

“and yet,” he says, stepping closer, eyes catching yours for just a second longer than necessary, “you ain’t stopped lookin’ at me either.”

you roll your eyes, shifting your daughter to your other hip. “what do you want, rafe?”

he shrugs again, but it’s slower this time. “just saw you out here. thought maybe we could talk. catch up.”

“we don’t need to catch up. we have joint custody. we literally see each other all the time.”

“not like that.” his voice is lower now, and when you meet his eyes, there’s something softer under the usual smirk. something that makes your stomach twist, because you know exactly what that look means. “i meant…you and me.”

you exhale, long and sharp. “rafe, we’ve been over this.”

he runs a hand through his hair, stepping in close enough now that you can smell his cologne—warm and woodsy, very familiar. he brushes his thumb gently over your daughter’s back, and the sight of it makes your chest ache.

“i know,” he says. “but that don’t mean i’ve stopped thinkin’ about it..about you.”

you clutch the bag tighter, feel the weight of his words settle heavy in your chest. “you think just because we had a kid, that means we’re supposed to magically work out again?”

he shakes his head. “nah..not sayin’ that. but it changed how i see you. how i feel about you.”

you blink, caught off guard. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

his eyes drag over your face, slow and sure. “means watchin’ you be a mom? watchin’ you handle every meltdown and midnight fever and blowout diaper like it’s nothin’? that shit wrecked me.”

“rafe—”

“nah, let me finish.” he steps a little closer, voice quieter now, but so damn certain. “you’ve always been beautiful. always had me twisted. but now? you’re somethin’ else. strong, scary strong, and soft, too. and yeah, the fact that you still look hot as fuck doin’ it? not helpin’ me forget how good we were.”

you look down, not because you’re shy, but because you hate how fast your throat tightens. you’ve been doing this alone for so long, even when you weren’t alone. but hearing him say it—he saw it, all of it—something warms your heart.

“we weren’t always good,” you say, voice thick. “you know that.”

“i do.” he nods. “but when it was good? it was good. and i think we could have that again. maybe better this time. i’m not the same dumbass i was before.”

you let out a humorless laugh. “you still sound like him.”

he grins. “maybe. but now i’m a dumbass who never misses a pickup and knows how to braid her hair when she asks. that’s gotta count for somethin’, right?”

you look at him, and for the first time in a long time, it doesn’t just feel like shared history. it feels like a possibility for the future.

your daughter squeals suddenly, yanking your attention back, and rafe leans in without thinking, kissing her cheek, brushing a crumb from her mouth. your stomach does a stupid little flip at the sight of it.

you hesitate, then sigh. “you wanna come over tonight? help with bedtime?”

he straightens, eyes lighting up like a golden retriever. “you serious?”

“don’t make it weird,” you grumble, already walking to the car, “you’re still doing bath time.”

he catches up beside you, smirking. “i’ll bring dinner.”

you shake your head, biting back a smile. “you’re still a pain in my ass.”

“yeah,” he says, brushing his hand lightly over your back as he opens the car door, “but i’m your pain in the ass.”

you don’t argue, at least not this time.

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𝘒𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘴

Dave Lizewski

College Au.

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𝘒𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳

Sergei Kravinoff

To the end of the Earth

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𝘋𝘊

Jason Todd

Bridgerton AU part one

Bridgerton AU part two

Bridgerton AU part three

Bridgerton AU part four

Room 87

Wally West

Speed and Stamina

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𝘖𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴

Rafe Cameron

Birthday Sex

sublime!reader and rafe meet

condoms and cocaine

the love letters i never sent

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𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘰𝘯

Benedict Bridgerton

reader tells her husband that she doesn't want children

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Through the Window (Arthur Wasse, 1926)

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𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗶 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁

Rafe x fem!reader

Pictures used are not mine!

Summary: After a fight with your parents you go to the only place that's ever felt like home, Tannyhill. Once you are arrive, you are faced with an empty house, a bedroom door left teasingly ajar, and a set of letters that you were never supposed to read.

Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of drugs, possessive behavior.

The world of Outer Banks was wrought with storm when you grabbed your car keys and left the house, slamming the door behind you. Fat droplets of rain mixed with the salty tears that trickled down your face. You didn't rush to your car despite the weather, allowing the cool gale to rake through you. The feeling of your hairs standing upright from the cold dampness was calming, partially quashing the red-hot fury that simmered underneath your skin.

Once you got in the car, you took a moment to breath, choosing your favourite playlist and steadying the shake of your hands by clutching the wheel. You turned the car on and set it into motion, inhaling deeply as you pulled out of the driveway that your mother had spent a small fortune repaving. It was typical of her; spending money like it was water all to fill a void that a person incapable of love, just like her, could never truly fill.

You didn't even have to think about where you were going as you drove to the one place that gave you comfort: Tannyhill.

・❥・・❥・・❥・

You knocked - no answer.

You grabbed the spare key, the hidden under the dying potted plant near the front door. The house was physically cold and empty, yet the memories of playing with Sarah through its grand corridors made each wall radiate nostalgic warmth. You grabbed a diet coke from the fridge and went upstairs to Sarah's room - she wouldn't mind. She was probably out with her boyfriend and would be overjoyed to find you - her almost sister - lounging around her house. Wheezie had always considered you an extension of Sarah. Rose and Ward welcomed you as part of their family. Rafe . . . wasn't as fond of you. He was barely home and when he was, he reeked of dubious substances and terrible decisions. Even as a child, he had been easily agitated and quick to anger. There was something wrong with him. Everyone knew it but no one was willing to admit it.

You sat on Sarah's bed, still reeling from your fight with your mother, but quite content scrolling through tumblr on your phone. You finished your coke and got up to go throw it away downstairs. As you walked across the landing you noticed an ajar door; Rafe's bedroom door. Even from a few metres away you could smell him: a mixture of expensive cologne, weed and old sex. At the threshold of the door was a letter. It seemed so insignificant at first glance. However, a closer look revealed something shocking - it was addressed to you. You were curious. But you know what they say: curiosity killed the cat.

The writting was messy, nothing more than the scrawls of a madman. You struggled to decipher exactly what it was saying but certain words stood out. Want. Need. Mine. Fuck.

Yeah . . . you got the jist.

From his doorway, you could see an open drawer at his desk, stuffed full with even more paperwork. You gulped. If you crossed into his room it would officially be an invasion of privacy. You paused, taking in the silence of the house bar the pitter-patter of rain, before entering.

The drawer was filled with similar letters and notes, all more unhinged than the last. Smudged ink. Tear drops. Cum?

"You shouldn't go through other people's things. Not very nice." His voice was chilling, followed by the rumble of thunder like he was some cartoon villain.

"I was just leaving." You avoided his erratic gaze and tried to walk past him. He was obviously high out of his mind, his nostrils slightly dusty with remnants of cocaine.

"No you're not." His voice was possessive and low.

"Rafe, really I should lea-"

He cut you off by clamping his hand to your mouth.

"You've read them. Know how much I want you, baby. You drive me crazy, you know that. Flouncing around in those tight summer dresses and tiny bikinis. Just one of Sarah's dumb friends." He chuckled darkly.

A tear fell down your face, he set you on edge when he was like this. He brushed it away with his thumb and licked the liquid off of the digit.

"You scared." He teased. "Think I should fuck the fear out of you."

You were ashamed to admit how wet that got you and how once it was over you couldn't help but think about Rafe Cameron, your best friend's brother, fucking you again in a drug fueled haze. It was wrong. But hey, least it got your mind off of things.

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requests open!

If anyone has any rafe requests (or any other character from my masterlist to be honest), please send them my way!

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗰𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲

Summary: Your ex boyfriend, rafe, turns up at your place unannounced.

He arrived with a condom in one hand and a small sachet of fine white powder in the other. His ocean-blue eyes glimmered with mischief as he gazed into yours.

"Hey." His voice was husky.

"Hey." Your voice was contrastingly soft, almost nervous. You had broken up three months ago after being on and off for a year. Between your career ambitions and his lapses in sanity, things were never going to work out.

"Can I come in?" He rasped. You nodded and moved to let him in, breath hitching as he brushed past you and invaded the sanctum of your home. It was as if the sight of him in his compression shirt, sweaty from his work out, and tousled dirty-blond hair had taken away your ability to breath. When you did inhale your senses were overwhelmed by his natural musk intertwined with the rich notes from his cologne.

"You look well." You smiled shyly as you shut the door and turned to face him.

"Do I?" He chuckled and plopped down on your couch. Him being sat there looked natural.

"Yep," You sat down beside him. "sweat and all."

"How good?" He leaned in slightly, his warm breath fanning your face.

"I said well, not good."

"Such a smartass." He inched closer. You made no effort to pull away.

"Uh huh." Your eyes flicked to his slightly chapped lips then to his eyes which burnt with lust. His arms slid around your waist as he pulled you snuggly onto his lap.

"Hey." He said against your mouth.

"Hey." You replied breathily.

Your arms seemed to automatically slink around his shoulders. As if in response, one of his hands came to rest against the side of your face, his thumb gently caressing the soft skin. Despite the obvious sexual tension that you had with your ex-boyfriend, you could not help but feel comfortable in his presence.

"You only brought one condom?"

"More in my pocket." He said matter of factly.

"How lucky did you think you were going to get?" You teased.

"Very, very lucky."

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𝘀𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗲!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁

AN: I've been wanting to create my own reader for a while now. This was one of my favourite ideas! I might make it into a series :)

None of the picture I have used are mine!

Please don't copy or translate my work!

Summary: When you go to your favourite journaling spot in the woods, you end up finding more than just prancing deer and singing birds.

The gentle sway of the trees in the seaside breeze kept you company as you busied yourself with various activities. Often, when the the hustle and bustle of the real world became too much for you to bear you liked to return to nature. Whether you pressed dried flowers between the thick ivory pages of your journal or made little sculptures of forest critics out of air-dry clay, you always found comfort sat within the embrace of the shadow cast by your favourite tree.

Other people being in this part of the forest was a rarity. Typically the only sound was the sing-song of birds and the tune you hummed under your own breath. Today was an anomaly. As you trekked through the woods, bag smacking against your thigh with each step, a series of mutterings entered your

He was young, maybe late teens or early twenties, with slightly greasy dark blond hair and erratic ocean-blue eyes.

You approached him like one would a skittish deer; slowly and quietly. You made out bits of his speech, 'yayo', 'gold', 'sarah', 'pogues' along with several strings of profanity.

"Hey" You said tenderly.

He looked at you wide eyed, each blue iris like a pool of insanity.

"Hey." His voice was softer than it had been a few seconds prior.

And just like, you met your prince and started your own fairytale.

[kravinoffswife]

Hey hey, I saw ur asks we’re open

I was wondering if you could write a Benedict Bridgerton x fem reader with a reader who doesn’t want kids?

Like, I’ve always been v passionate abt this, I just think pregnancy’s real scary and kids tend to overwhelm me so like, I thought maybe fluff or hurt/comfort could be nice, especially considering the expectations of the time

But also I totally get if you don’t feel comfortable or just don’t want to write the this, hope ur having a good day :))

𝗕. 𝗕𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

Warnings: none! Just a Daphne appearance and a bit of fluff :)

A/N: Hello! Thank you for the ask, sorry for taking so long!

Summary: You tell your sister-in law and husband that you don't want kids.

You watched Benedict play with his nephews and nieces on the neat lawn of the Bridgerton house, golden rays of spring sunlight making him look like the colour of joy. Your heart panged at the sight, at the sound of the gleeful giggles and boyish shouts. You loved your family-in law, truly, yet seeing the way Benedict interacted with the fledgling Bridgertons always seemed to cut you. You placed the delicate porcelain cup of tea that you were drinking from back down on the table, suddenly no longer thirsty.

"Do you suppose you and Bennedict will begin trying any time in the near future?" Daphne said, her voice light and her sky-blue eyes twinkling.

You struggled to meet her gaze, instead locking it on your clothed abdomen, imagining the inner workings of your organs and the way they would change to create life. "We are not quite ready yet."

"That is fair enough." She spoke calmly, with this grace that never ceased to amaze you. "It is a big decision to make and one that should not be made lightly."

You nodded. "Sometimes I fear I will never be ready, will never bear a child."

"And how does that make you feel?"

"Fine."

"Then it does not matter."

You raised a brow.

Daphne elaborated "It does not matter if you choose to have a child. Mama always tells me that life is far to short to engage in what does not please your heart and soul."

You smiled slightly, surprised to be met by support rather than the normal look of horror when a young woman denies what Regency era society deems their primary function.

Later that evening, as you and Benedict cuddled on your shared bed, your conversation with Daphne once again entered your mind.

"Ben" Your voice felt small, even in the heavy silence.

His voice was thick with sleep. "Yes, my darling"

"I do not want to."

He turned to face you and stroked your hair. "Do not want to do what?"

"Bear a child." You felt your heart stop as silence once again descended upon your shared bed chamber.

"And that is what has been bothering you?"

"Yes." You gazed down at the navy bedsheets instead of into his eyes.

"Completely irrationally so."

"Pardon?"

"If you are worrying yourself into such a state because you think I am angry then you are doing so for no reason. I love you." He pressed a chaste kiss to your temple as if to prove this. "Whether you choose to have my offspring or not."

Mind seemingly now at ease, you nestled into his chest and fell into a well-needed slumber.

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polly.florence

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THE BACHELOR | Masterlist

sypnosis:

After years of building his real estate empire from the ground up, 27 year old Rafe Cameron is finally ready to build something just as meaningful. A life with someone by his side. As the newest Bachelor, he steps in for a chance at something real — lasting love, a true partner and a future that means more than numbers or net worth.

Among 32 women from across the country, one stands out —you. A 25 year old marketing manager from Staten Island, confident in your career and clear about what you want. Somewhere between the camera, chaos and that first stolen glance — you begin to believe this might actually lead to something true.

As the weeks unfold, connections spark and rivalries ignite — but while others fight for his attention, something quieter, deeper builds between you and Rafe. Something that can't be scripted.

In a villa full of love stories trying to be written, this one just might be the one.

pairings: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ content, cuss words, verbal arguments, drama, sexual innuendos, jealousy, breakdowns, insecurity

content: fluff, angst, smut (not too much)

episodes:

ep 1

ep 2

ep 3

ep 4

ep 5

ep 6

ep 7

ep 8

ep 9

ep 10

ep 11

extras:

prologue

meet the bachelor

meet y/n

meet the girls

[ lay-out inspired by @drewsephrry ]

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