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geralts-yenn · 6 months
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I need you now
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Evan Marshall x female reader (second-person pov)
summary: after an accident, your cute neighbor takes care of you
warnings: mention of a car accident, reader gets an injection, has a broken arm, that's it, I think
word count: 3,6k
A/N: A sweet nonnie asked me to write some Evan fluff. My first thought was "Another WIP, I can't do that!" But then the little devil on my shoulder whispered "You always wanted to write for Evan!" And one sleepless night later, I had the plot for this in my head.
Hope you like it, nonnie!
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Slowly, you tried to open your eyes, but everything was just a blurry mix of colors. You realized you felt hot streaks running down your cheeks and assumed that tears must be the reason for your limited sight. Other than that, the only thing you noticed was a piercing pain in your left arm. The kind of pain that suffocates all other senses. 
You didn’t know how long you sat there but after some time your body moved. You blinked again and saw a blurred face hovering above you.
“Hey, ma’am, can you talk to me? What’s your name?” You wanted to nod but realized that your head wasn’t moving. With difficulty, you drawled out your name.
“Okay, that’s good! Are you experiencing pain right now? Do you recall what happened?” You told the guy about your arm and after some thinking you remembered being on your way to run some errands when suddenly there was a loud bang and your car spun around in circles. Then another bang. That was all you knew.
The man kept talking to you, his voice deep and soothing, even if you couldn’t follow what he was saying. Then you felt a sting on your other arm, followed by the sensation of ice running up your arm through your veins. 
After this, everything got clearer with every minute. And the pain in your arm slowly faded. You opened your eyes once more, and now the face in front of you wasn’t blurry anymore. In fact, it was gorgeous. Sharp jaw, covered in maybe three days of hair growth. Dimples on his nose and on his chin. Blue eyes with lashes to die for watching you attentively. Oh, he’s cute. And somehow familiar. You heard a chuckle and realized you probably said this out loud. But you were still too dizzy to really care. 
“Your arm is broken, but apart from that, you seem to be fine. We'll take you to the hospital, but I think there's not much to worry about. You'll get a cast and some painkillers for the next few days.”
Your gaze was still on the medic that was now sitting beside you. And you finally recalled why he looked so familiar. 
He was the guy who ran by your kitchen window every morning. You had seen him the first day after you moved into your new home, he lived across the street from you. 
“You're my neighbor,” you told him with a stupid smile on your face. So you were still a little confused because if you were thinking straight you would have been too shy to tell him.
He looked at you curiously, but then you saw how it clicked. “Yeah, the house with the blue door. You're the girl who moved in recently.”  He gave you a warm smile. “I'm Evan.”
***
There was a knock on the door and you wondered who it could be. You didn't know anyone in this town and you hadn't ordered anything. Maybe it was the police, wanting some more information about the guy that cut you off and hit your car. 
But you would have never suspected to see Evan when you opened the door. 
“Hey! I just wanted to check on you and see if you need anything.” His smile was adorable. You greeted him and let him in, even if you were painfully aware of how horribly you must have looked. 
You told him that you were doing fine. You really did, considering the fact that you had a cast up to your shoulder and you were living alone, most of your stuff still packed away in boxes. So, objectively, you were probably not doing too fine.
And that's what Evan noticed, too, when he saw the plate with the left-overs of dry pasta and ketchup that you've been eating. You were on your way to grocery shopping when you had your accident, so your fridge was almost empty.  Evan looked at you with a frown. 
“And now the honest answer?” He was probably trying to look stern but you couldn't think of anything else as "puppy". 
But you admitted that it would be helpful if he could get you some food and maybe he could also go find the box with your books because you were already bored as hell, not being able to do anything but sit around. 
Evan opened the fridge and made mental notes of what was missing. Then he accompanied you to your bedroom and after opening some boxes, you finally had a book to spend some time with. 
When Evan was gone to get your groceries, your mind went back to how his shirt was riding up his stomach when he reached for your boxes and you had gotten a glimpse at his toned abs. 
You decided you needed to stop thirsting over the nice guy who only wanted to help you, so you carefully sank onto the couch. There was a cup of tea that Evan had made for you before he left and you sighed contently as you opened your book. 
You were about fifty pages in when you realized that your brain had made the male protagonist in your story look like Evan. Maybe you should have been embarrassed, but to be honest, who could blame you? He was incredibly attractive and you were just a woman, not a saint.
You had just arrived at the scene where your book hero admitted his feelings to the oblivious main character and they shared a first kiss, when there was a knock on the door again. 
And seeing the real Evan standing there, packed with bags, did so much more to your heart than the story you were reading. And the way he moved so comfortably around in your kitchen, stowing away the things he got for you, you couldn’t help but think that he really fitted well into your home. Damn, so you really had a crush on him! 
You were trying to help Evan, but he took everything you picked up out of your hand, just asking you where to put it. When everything was put aside, you made your way to the door. 
“Thank you so much, Evan. You really saved me today.” But Evan didn’t follow you. He kept leaning against the kitchen counter with his adorable smile only widening. 
“I’m not done yet. You need to eat some real food. Let me cook something for you, please.” Now, that was unexpected. How could you say no to that? And so Evan started chopping vegetables while you sat back on the couch with your book, as he had insisted. 
Soon the room was filled with the scent of the curry he was preparing for you. Every now and then you glanced over at him and your heart skipped a beat when he caught you and winked, dimples forming on his cheeks by the way he smiled. 
You got up and eventually Evan let you help to set the table and then you both sat there with a plate of curry in front of you. Evan looked at you expectantly as you took the first bite.
“Oh my god! This is delicious. How can I ever make up for your help, Evan?” He chuckled and shook his head. 
“You don’t have to make up for anything. I love cooking and having someone to share a meal actually makes it so much more fun.” 
You chatted about your work and the town and whatever came to your mind while eating and everything felt just incredibly comfy and easy. Evan put the left-overs into your fridge so you could warm them up. And then, of course, he also took it upon himself to do the dishes. You wouldn’t let him, but he was having none of it. 
But then he had put the last plate into the cabinet and it was about time for him to leave. You didn’t want him to, but you would have never told him. So he was standing on your porch, smiling at you. For a second, you considered if kissing his cheek was an option, but you didn’t dare. 
“Thank you, Evan, really! You are my hero today.” To your surprise, he wrapped an arm around you and hugged you. It was a little awkward with your cast in the way, but nevertheless your heart skipped a beat when you felt his touch. 
***
The next day you spent with more reading. And more daydreaming about the man who had turned your life upside down in an instant. You ate the rest of his curry around midday, and the memories of the last night its taste brought back were too sweet. 
You had been sleeping on the couch for a while when you heard the knock on the door. Could this be Evan again? He hadn’t said anything about coming back yesterday. 
You could have jumped for joy when he really stood there at your door. 
“Hey! Are you hungry? I brought some steaks.” He held up a bag. 
This time he actually let you help him. At least the little things you could manage to do with one hand. Evan cut the potatoes and vegetables and put them on a tray, while you were allowed to put the olive oil and herbs on top. When they were in the oven, you started to set the table while Evan took care of the steaks. 
When you both sat at the table and you looked down on your plate, you started to laugh. Evan frowned but then he realized his mistake. 
“Oh shit! I haven’t thought of that. Damn!” Quickly, he moved around the table and squatted down beside you. He took your cutlery and began to cut your steak and vegetables into small pieces, his arms wrapped around you and his chest pressed against your back.
You could feel his breath on your neck and it took all of your willpower not to turn your head and kiss him. Way too soon, all your food was chopped into small enough pieces and Evan was back in his chair. Again, talking to him was so easy and sitting there and eating with him next to you felt incredibly cozy.
Some of the pieces of food were a bit unruly and you had to fight to get them on your fork with one hand. Evan noticed and leaned over. He put them on his own fork and held it out for you. And damn, having this man feed you this delicious meal made you feel things. You watched his slender fingers wrapped around his fork moving to your mouth and you thought about what you wanted those hands to do to you. 
After taking a deep breath, trying to keep your composure, you locked your eyes with Evan. And for the first time you noticed something in his gaze that told you that maybe you weren’t the only one that felt like this. Evan watched you with hooded eyes and licked his upper lip as you took another bite from him. 
The rest of the time you spent eating, you dwelled on how to tell Evan about your growing feelings. This was all happening way too fast for your liking. And the fact that you couldn’t just ask him out on a date because you were forced to stay at home with that stupid cast, sitting here in an old shirt and sweatpants was utterly annoying. Without coming to any conclusion, you just helped Evan to put away the dishes he had washed and then he grabbed his jacket. 
“Hey, can we share numbers? I thought that it would be a good idea. You could send me a text when you need something.” 
‘I need you now’ probably wasn’t the text he had in mind, but it was the first thing that came into your mind, and somehow it felt good to know that you had the opportunity to do this if you ever were brave enough.
As you said goodbye to each other, this time you expected the embrace, so it wasn’t that awkward anymore. But Evan surprised you another time when his lips brushed gently over your cheek. “Good night. Tomorrow I have to work the evening shift. Would you mind if I got us breakfast?” 
***
You hardly slept at all, pondering about your feelings and cursing about the cast that was in your way, no matter how you turned. 
A look in the mirror after you got up made you curse even more. Damn! You managed to wash yourself and you could change your pants. But you just couldn’t get out of that stupid shirt and after three days in it, it was wrinkled and you thought it was smelly too. And your hair!
You tried to comb through it as good as possible with your good arm, but it still looked awful. You needed to wash it, but how? Taking a shower wasn’t an option, and you needed two hands to wash it in the sink or in the bath tub. 
Long story short, you felt like shit. And thinking of Evan seeing you like this wasn’t improving your mood. Okay, he had seen you twelve hours earlier, and probably you didn’t look considerably worse. But twelve hours earlier, you hadn’t yet realized just how much you felt for Evan. At least you hadn’t admitted it to yourself.
Speaking of, there was the knock on the door. 
“Hey! Good morning!” He greeted you with the smile that you had grown to love, but today you didn’t reciprocate. You barely nodded as you let him in. And of course Evan immediately knew something was off. 
“Hey, are you in pain?” He guided you to sit on the couch and squatted down in front of you, switching to paramedic mode instantly. You shook your head but Evan didn’t let go of you. “What’s the matter? You’re not okay!” 
Lacking of other ideas what you could tell him, you went for the truth. At least for half of it.
“I feel horrible. I need to get out of those smelly clothes and I really need to wash my hair.” 
Evan let out a breath he was holding when he heard you. 
“Oh, sweetheart! First of all, you’re not smelly.” He chuckled. “And I can help you with that. I’m a medic, if you forgot.” You hadn’t even thought of that option. And now it was too late to wonder if you were comfortable with Evan doing this for you. Because by now you knew how stubborn Evan was and he surely wouldn’t leave you without helping you. 
He guided you to your bedroom. “Do you have a shirt with buttons or a zipper? It would be easier for you to undress with that.” He looked around in the chaos of boxes that were still spread over the room. 
“I think there should be a zip hoodie in this one.” You pointed to a box standing on top of your bookshelf. Evan fished for it and started to browse through it. As you poked over his shoulder you realized your mistake too late. Evan carefully put your lingerie aside and acted as if he hadn’t seen it, though you noticed his ears reddening. Finally he held the hoodie in his hands. 
That was when you recognized the next problem. You weren’t wearing a bra. You couldn’t let Evan help you into the hoodie with no bra on. There was just so much embarrassment you could endure. But you weren’t wearing a bra for a reason, you weren’t able to close the clasp, dammit.
“Uhm, I may need you to help me into a bra first.” You hid your timidity behind your hand. All of this was not at all how you had imagined getting closer to Evan. In fact, it was so absolutely awkward that it was almost funny. Almost!
Evan’s ears reddened further, even if he told you that this wasn’t a problem at all. You managed to fumble a bra under your shirt and pressed it against your chest. Evan’s hands moved under the shirt, too, and you held your breath when his fingers brushed over your skin. He skillfully closed the bra without needing to look at it, which you were very thankful for. 
Next, your shirt had to be removed. Now this wasn't as easy. Evan helped you out of the sleeve with your good arm. Okay. Then he grabbed the hem of your shirt and locked his eyes with you, silently asking for your consent to lift it. This felt incredibly intimate. It WAS incredibly intimate and you were surprised at how comfortable you still felt.
Evan pulled your shirt up and over your head. You heard him taking a breath before he pulled the shirt sideways over your cast as carefully as possible. When your head was free again you looked at him and he gave you a shy but encouraging smile. 
Evan circled you to stand behind you. Probably so he didn't need to focus so much not to drop his gaze to your chest, you thought, and to your own surprise it amused you. This was probably the most awkward way of flirting you had ever done, but it worked. 
He helped you get into the sleeves of the hoodie. Without him, you wouldn't have managed to get it over your cast. And the way his hands moved over your arms and shoulders to adjust the fabric made you feel butterflies flutter in your stomach.
Then his hands wrapped around your waist to close the zipper. More butterflies. You really tried to suppress the moan as you felt his touch but it slipped your mouth. And it got you a sharp inhale of Evan in response.  But in the end you were decent again.
“Uhm, bathroom?” Evan's voice told you how much he was affected by the situation, too, and somehow that knowledge was calming. 
You led the way to your small bathroom. Evan looked around and after some thinking he put down a few of your towels and guided you to sit on them. Your back resting against the bathtub, you looked up at him. 
"I think this will work. Is it comfortable for you?” he asked and you hummed affirmatively. 
Evan knelt down next to you and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. You watched him, your eyes fixed on the veins of his forearms. 
And Evan watched you watching him, clenching his jaw. By now, the tension between the two of you was undeniable. None of you spoke more than needed, and every movement seemed to happen in slow motion. 
Evan bowed down over you and turned on the water on the hand shower. His chest was hovering inches over your face and you took in his scent. 
As Evan checked the temperature with his wrist, you decided to shut your eyes. You definitely had to reduce the sensations that hit you while he washed your hair, else you'd go insane. 
There was Evan's hand in your hair, carefully running his fingers through your locks. Then the warm water was gushing over your head. Evan's hand kept brushing through your tresses, making sure that every strand got wet.
“Is this okay?” he checked on you once more, and again you couldn't give him more than a hum. 
It seemed to be enough for Evan to go on. He turned off the water and after checking your numerous hair care products, he decided on one and lathered his hands before putting them back on your head. His fingers massaged your scalp with just the perfect amount of pressure. 
The strawberry scent of your shampoo filled your nose, replacing the notes of sandalwood that Evan's cologne had left. But you couldn't be sad about it as long as his hands worked their magic on your head. 
A trail of foam ran down your forehead but Evan was fast enough to catch it before it reached your eye. 
He started the water again and rinsed your hair. You thought this wonderful experience was almost over but then Evan repeated the procedure with your conditioner.
At one point you decided you were brave enough to open your eyes again and when you blinked them open, they fell directly onto Evan's. The blue of them was almost gone, his pupils blown wide. When he saw you looking at him a soft smile played around the corners of his mouth. “Hey!” he just said.  “Hey!” you returned, a sheepish smile on your own face. 
As long as Evan had managed to drag this out, now he was done. Your hair was rinsed clean and he took a towel to wrap it around your head and rubbed your hair carefully. 
With a sigh, he got up and held a hand out for you. As you stood, you could see yourself in the mirror and watch how Evan continued to dry your hair. He removed the towel and started to comb through your strands. Goosebumps spread from your neck over your whole body. 
Evan looked deeply at you through the mirror. “Are you feeling more comfortable now?” he asked, his voice hoarse. 
“So much more.” you whispered and you turned to face him. Your hand cupped his cheek, brushing your fingers over the stubble that covered his jaw.
“That's good!” he breathed. “So you're comfortable enough to finally kiss me?” 
Instead of an answer you closed the small gap between you and pressed your lips firmly on his. 
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sillyrabbit81 · 1 year
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Scars
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Prompt: Intense & Angry, Bath or Shower Sex from @livesinfantasyland (x) Thank you!
Pairing: Evan Marshall x Female Reader
Word Count: Approx. 2.1k
Warnings: Smut with Angst, arguing, p in v sex, m dom vibes
Authors Note: As always I need to thank my amazing mates and readers @nashibirne  and @amberangel112, your thoughtful and honest comments are always appreciated.
This is my first time ever writing Evan. It was a tough one for me to attempt with Evan because it isn't the prompt I would have picked, but I enjoyed writing a new character and had fun with it. Once again, this is longer than I initially planned and I hope you enjoy it.
Edited by me, there will be errors.
Dividers by me.
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“We need to talk.”
You don’t need to look up from undoing your boots to know who has barged into the women’s locker room and spoken. You’d know Evan’s voice anywhere, you’ve worked with him on and off for a few years now.
“I think you said enough on the ride back here,” you say, trying to stay calm.
“Not nearly enough,” he says, “You still don’t think you did anything wrong.”
You stand up, still not looking at him and start undoing your overshirt. “Would you have given the same instruction to Larry?”
“What’s that got to do with it?”
“Would you have given the same instruction to a man?”
“Oh Jesus Christ, here we go,” Evan says, looking to the ceiling and clenching his fist.
“Or did you only try and stop me from doing my job because you used to fuck me and now you feel guilty?”
“It’s got nothing to do with that!” Evan shouts, punching out at the row of lockers across you.
You take a step back from him, your eyes wide. Evan has always had a slight temper, but for him to physically lash out like that isn’t something you would expect. He notices your reaction and his face softens. You consider letting it go, you’ve made your point and don’t need his apology. It isn’t as if it was ever serious between you two, it had only ever been a casual thing. However, this conversation has been a long time coming and you need to have it out.
“It has everything to do with it,” you tell him, “You changed. Since you disappeared for weeks last Halloween, you’ve changed. I know things wouldn’t be the same after we stopped hooking up, but I didn’t expect you to be so fucking cold.”
“How am—”
Evan cuts himself off with a strangled curse as your hand rests against his chest.
“Don’t touch me there,” he says without seeming to breathe and his face twists with fury.
You withdraw your hand and the two of you stare each other down. Evan opens his mouth to say something but then clenches his jaw closed so hard his teeth clash against each other audibly.
“Fuck it,” he mutters and abruptly turns and walks away.
“Come back! This isn’t done,” you call to him.
“Fuck you,” he says and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.
You stare after him, trying to smother the rage that boils deep in your guts. You don’t know how long you stand there with your eyes closed and fists clenched, breathing deeply through your nose until your fury simmers.
But it doesn’t. 
If anything, the longer you stand there the angrier you feel. Your mind starts to work over every interaction you’ve had with him since he came back. Every rejected advance, every cold comment and every frosty glance plays over and over like a best of compilation in your mind switching from one to another until you can’t take it anymore. Without being aware of what you’re doing until you're pushing the men’s locker room door open, you follow him, and stomp your way to the showers.
The sight that greets you makes you gasp. Evan stands under the shower naked, gloriously so. His chiselled face is so handsome that you sometimes forget he has the body to match; tall, athletically toned with the bare minimum of fat overlaying his sinewy muscles. He’s thinner than the last time you saw him, and that isn’t the only thing that has changed.
Beneath the rivulets of steaming water that run down his chest and amongst the hair that grows across his pecs is a scar. It is new, it hadn’t been there before. You’ve seen enough stabbing and knife attack victims to know the scar isn’t from a fight. It looks purposeful, like it was done by design; the lines too straight and too much like a symbol to have been done by accident.
You raise your eyes to Evan's and the unasked question is written all over your face.
“I can’t tell you,” he says, simply, “don’t ask me to.”
You step over the tile lip and into the shower space. Warm water seeps into your socks, but you barely notice. All you can see is the frigid intensity of his once warm eyes. 
“Just tell me you’re okay,” you say, advancing slowly, drawn so powerfully towards him you can’t stop yourself until you’re under the spray with him, completely indifferent the way your undershirt quickly dampens and sticks to your body.
Evan’s brows draw together and he blinks rapidly but doesn’t answer.
“What can I do?” you ask in a whisper.
He flinches like your words are a slap. Then his face hardens and a grim determination settles in his beautiful but bleak blue eyes.
“You don’t want any part of this,” he says. “Or any part of me.”
“Is that why you’re acting like this?” you ask. Gingerly, you lift your hand to his chest and trace the edge of his scar, careful not to touch it. “You think I wouldn’t want you?”
Without warning his hands are on your cheeks and his mouth is over yours, the edges of your lips are grazed by his short whiskers and you feel a tingle work its way across your skin. You recover quickly from the shock, encircling his neck with your arms and running your fingers over the wet and velvety hair on his head. You move in closer, pressing your sodden clothed body against him.
It isn’t enough. You want to feel him, you want to feel his humid skin all over you. He must have thought the same thing because he breaks the kiss with a groan. His hands work on your belt and you pull your undershirt off over your head, letting it drop to the tiles with a splash you barely register.
His lip curls as he drops his head to roughly capture your breast in his hand and close his mouth around your nipple. You shiver as he sucks on you through the cotton of your bra, the heat of his mouth is so much hotter than even the water that sears at your skin.
You let your head fall back and you close your eyes as you relish the feeling of his mouth on you. Your knees start to feel weak as his hand works its way determinedly into your panties, his fingers working to separate the thick sodden work clothes away from your skin. You grab hold of his shoulders to steady yourself and feel pure muscle rippling under his sweltering, smooth skin. You run your hand down his back, following the path of his spine, until your fingers encounter hardened and raised skin.
Another new scar.
Quickly you snatch back your hand and your eyes snap to Evan. He looks up at you with stormy, fierce eyes and grazes your bud with his teeth before he releases you. A tremor of fear runs down your spine.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper, in a quivering voice.
He nods, takes hold of your waist and guides you to turn around until you're facing the tiled wall. He presses his body against you from behind and you can feel his hard cock against the small of your back. His arm wraps around your waist holding you in place while his other hand slides your sticking pants down your thighs.
“I know.” Evan’s lips brush against the shell of your ear as he speaks in a low voice that leaves no room for argument. “Put your hands on the wall.”
A heady rush of heat hits you between your legs and nearly drops you to your knees. 
Evan notices and tightens his arm around your waist. “I’ve got you, baby. Hands on the wall. Now.”
“Yes…” you whimper, reaching your shaking hands out to the large square white tiles. Your skin is so electrified and sensitive that even the rough texture of the grout under the pads of your fingers threatens to overwhelm you. 
His velvety hot tongue runs a thick strip up your neck as he latches onto you and sucks on the thin skin beneath your ear. Your whole body thrums deep within you, you feel close to orgasm and he hasn’t even really touched you yet.
This was a far cry from the way he had always been with you before. It wasn’t that sex wasn’t good with Evan in the past, it absolutely was, he had always been generous. But he was never what you’d call dominant at all and he was straight up vanilla, almost reserved. You don’t think he’d ever even taken you from behind.
His teeth sink into your earlobe as he tilts your hips and slips a foot between yours to inch your feet apart.
“Stay just like that for me,” he instructs, huskily and you moan, hoping he takes the warbling sound of your voice as agreement.
Soft, hot skin presses against your pussy, forcing your lips to part. You gasp in shock, but it quickly morphs into a gasp of pure pleasure as the thick tip of Evan’s cock rubs against your slick and swollen hidden skin.
“Are you still on the pill?” he asks.
You nod, turning your head towards his.
“Good. I’m going to cum inside you,” he says.
He enters you in one swift and hard thrust. You both cry out and he breathes hard into your ear as he holds himself deep inside you and gives you a moment to get used to his size.
“Evan,” you whine faintly, leaning your head against his shoulder.
He kisses your temple gently. The tenderness makes your eyes widen, but it's a short reprieve.
“Hang on,” he says.
He moves, slowly dragging himself from your core. Then his fingers dig hard into your hips and he pumps hard into you, using your hips for leverage. With each powerful drive, Evan pulls your hips back to meet him and you can’t stop yourself from crying out as he fills you. Your bodies slap hard against each other, the sound mixing with your cries and his grunts of effort. Together the cacophony echoes lewdly through the steam of the shower and bounces off the tiles.
Your head drops and you lean it on your outstretched and locked arms as you brace yourself against his brutal but oh so fucking good onslaught. Then he leans forward until his chest covers your back. One of his hands snakes its way from your hips to between your legs and his fingers slide over your sensitive and throbbing clit.
“Need you to come with me,” he rumbles through his groans.
It’s the kind of thing you’d usually roll your eyes at, but Evan knows your body; he knows just how to touch you to get you over the edge. His mouth latches on your neck, licking, sucking, and grazing his teeth over your vein, while his fingers dance over your clit and he never lets up the primal, fervid pace of his fucking.
“Come with me,” he demands with a guttural growl into your ear.
Your body trembles as your orgasm threatens with such force that your legs give out, and your hands slip from the wall.
“I’ve got you,” Evan assures you as he brings you both to the floor. He pauses just long enough to get you comfortable, slipping your shirt under your knees. “You’re so close, baby. I’ve got you.”
And you are, the brief interruption no match for how aroused and good Evan is making you feel. You reach your peak with a cry and an undulation of your hips that he knows so well. He follows swiftly after, drawing your body so close you can barely breathe and you can feel deep inside you the swelling of his cock with each pulsing release.
As you come down from your high, you concentrate on the sound of the water rather than the ragged breaths of Evan against your ear. Your instincts say you should move, you should run, pretend this never happened, or maybe yell at him some more. 
Then his hands are on your cheeks, turning your face to his and wiping away the water that runs into your eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice full of sincerity and concern.
His tone makes you really look at him. For the first time in months there is something in his voice of the Evan of old. You turn your body towards him and reach for him, not even aware that your hand is resting on the centre of his chest, right over the scarred symbol.
Evan's eyes drop to his chest. You wonder if you should move it, but as he raises his eyes, his hand covers yours and holds it close to his heart right above his new scar.
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Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader
Summary: Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.
I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Reader
Summary: Napoleon wines and dines.
Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC}
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader
Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU
Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.
Make That Kitty Purr [Director's Cut] {DARKER FIC}
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader
Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU
Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.
Some Things You Just Can’t Refuse
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Dom!Clark Kent x Sub!Reader
Summary: A collection of first times with Clark Kent, and one last time.
Happy Birthday, Cupcake
Rating: General
Pairing: Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader
Summary: Clark surprises you for your birthday.
Treat Me Like A Slut
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: August Walker x Reader
Summary: August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.
Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader
Summary: As you were getting close to Sherlock, he stops visiting. You pop over to Baker Street and share an eye-opening moment.
Don't Take Your Eyes Off It
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader 
Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!
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Fifteen Minutes
Character: Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC
Rating: Explicit
Summary: What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.
There Is A Light That Never Goes Out
Pairing: Syverson x Reader 
Rating: Mature
Summary: When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.
Pretty As A Picture
Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: What started as a hobby day in the park turns into Lloyd Hansen showing you why taking photos of strangers is a bad idea.
Something Old, Something New
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Nick Fowler x Reader
Summary: Your childhood best friend invites you to your old vacation spot for her wedding, and you have been catching up with your first crush: her recently divorced big brother Nick.
Oxytocin
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Older!Black!Fem!OFC
Summary: At a New Year's Eve party, Ransom Drysdale's life is forever changed by a chance meeting with Ivy Kensington.
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My Little Strawberry
Pairing: Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)
Rating: Mature
Summary: A follow-up to Shape Up. Sy has a conversation with his baby girl while she’s still in your stomach. 
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Doing Something Unholy
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Charles Brandon x Reader
Summary: This is a prompt fill for some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over.
Praise You
Rating: General, pure fluff
Pairing: Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader
Summary: Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.
Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader
Summary: You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!
Shape-Up
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Cpt Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)
Summary: Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.
Follow-up to Shape-Up: My Little Strawberry
The Paganini Problem
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader
Summary: Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him.
Power Play: After Hours
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader
Summary: What happens when Lloyd sees you, his assistant, in something other than what you usually wear? Well, you should be worried about what he does when he sees you.
No Good Deeds
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Landlord!Ari Levinson x Reader
Summary: Moving out on your own is challenging, but your landlord, Mr. Levinson is kind and helpful. But he may want more from you than your tenancy.
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Walter Marshall - Hobbies
Lloyd Hansen - Family, Quirks/Hobbies, Sleep
Lloyd Hansen - What happens when reader starts dressing to match lloyd?
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Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)
Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)
Clark Kent (Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League)
Humphrey (Stardust)
Charles Brandon (The Tudors)
Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)
Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)
August Walker (Mission: Impossible - Fallout)
Will Shaw (The Cold Light of Day)
Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes films)
Captain Syverson (Sand Castle)
Evan Marshall (Blood Creek)
Melot (Tristan and Isolde)
Thomas Apreas (Hotel Laguna)
Chas Quilter (The Inspector Lyndley Mysteries)
Stephen Colley (I Capture the Castle)
I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR HENRY
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Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)
Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)
Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)
Steve Rogers (Avengers films)
Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)
Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)
Nick Gant (PUSH)
Jake Jensen (The Losers)
I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR CHRIS
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Bucky Barnes (Marvel)
Charles Blackwood (We Have Always Lived in the Castle)
Steve Kemp (Fresh)
Max (Sharper)
Nick Fowler (The 355)
Lee Bodecker (The Devill All The Time)
Chris (Destroyer)
Justin Capshaw (Law & Order)
I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR SEBASTIAN
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Let me know if you wanna be added and for what plz, so far only these categories 😁 Let me know if you ever want to be removed!
General Fanfiction (Everything)
Henry Fanfiction
Chris Fanfiction
August Walker
Bright Like The Moon
Love, Napoleon!
Daddy Knows Best
Don't Take My Sunshine Away
The Howling in Claw Creek Forest
~Please DON'T ask me to tag you in a series that you've never 'liked' or 'reblogged'. It's just kind of rude. Also, don't ask for an ETA on the next chapter.~
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gummydummy19 · 4 months
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I recently hit 1K (thank you guys again, I love you all xoxo) and I had no idea how to celebrate...
Today I finally got an idea :)) I'm making a little rec list of some of my favorite fics I've read on here over the years, to share them with you guys <3
Please remember that liking and REBLOGGING (!!!!!) is super duper important!
Tight Spaces by @peyton-warren
Into The Storm by @peyton-warren
A Dash of Cinnamon by @peyton-warren
Sanctuary of Hope by @peyton-warren
Pride by @thornsnvultures
Trouble Maker by @thanksbutno98
Beautiful Destinations by @thelastsock
A Flower in The Desert (series) by @ashbrat488
A/N: feel free to tag your favourite writers or send me fic recs babes 🫶🏻💕✨
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dungeonpuppykai · 17 days
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send me prompts/requests <3
with the exception of scat and pedophilia, it can be pretty much anything <3
a brand new scenario, a continuation of one of my pieces, anything <3
feeling brave <3
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ignis-writes · 2 years
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Can't sleep?
Summary: y/n can't sleep so she calls her captain. Maybe this time they could make things right?
Pairing: Captain Logan Syverson x female reader
Word count: 985
Warnings: minor angst, Insomnia, F-word, mentions of guns, sex and war. please let me know if there is anything else.
A/N:This was supposed to be like a sequel to The Next 50 days. Since I forgot what I wrote there this probably doesn't make any sense. English isn't my first language, and this drabble is not beta'd. So look out for obvious mistakes.
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No. I can't fucking sleep. I wriggled over my bed for too long. I couldn't get a shred of sleep no matter what. Is it cuz im not tired yet? Is it jet lag…common, it's been a week since I arrived. 43 days to go.  I tried reading, music, a bit of workout...everything. Back in the base, I had better shot at getting a decent 4-hours of sleep. If I could sleep in a place riddled with gunfire and grenades, why would I not fall asleep in the very house I grew up? This was one of the worst aspects about being off duty, Insomnia was a bitch and there was nothing to be done about it. 
If there is anything worse than not being able to sleep it is staying up late thinking about him. I missed him, I knew I would, even back at the airport. I wondered if he would stay up at night thinking about me. But it was not likely, there were no pent-up emotions in his brain that prevented him from falling asleep.
It was I, who could not get the right words out, it was I who lashed out at him because I was too scared and likely allergic to the word commitment.
Back in the base, I felt a little calm knowing he was near me. Even when we weren't on "good terms" Still, his presence was comforting. Along the course of our "relationship " or whatever that was, his presence grew as a silent promise of serenity and safety to me. I knew I  could run to him no matter what. Wake him up at any night to bury myself in his scent. It helped me sleep, it helped him too. 
These were the nights when I truly craved his presence. It was mere lusting, I didn't want him to just fuck me down to sleep even though it is what happened the most. The longing was for more, I wanted to snuggle in his arms and doze off to the earthly hum of one of his old rock ballads. Without tears, without the agonies.
Had a hard time believing, I'm going soft for him. The whole point of this affair was to keep away from any emotional attachment and the burden which followed. It's not exactly an affair or relationship. At this point, I don't know a word to describe it in its truest senses. Both of us wanted to relieve some sexual tension, rant out the worries of the day, and get some decent fucking sleep so we entered into this agreement of "fucking without feelings." That's what Sy used to call it until feelings crept up on us.
Predictably, things got a bit complicated when we started liking each other, then knowing and understanding a bit too much of each other, then miserably falling for each other. I had my fair share of heartbreaks and reality checks so being emotionally involved was a scary thing to do so I reacted poorly. But if there is anything more dangerous than unprotected sex, it is unchartered feelings. Love had no place in a war, love had no role to play between a captain and his servant. Love was gasoline leaking into the live fire. I could have hidden my feelings, kept them locked away like I always did if he didn't fall for me against his better senses.  
That was it. The coward in me morphed into an asshole with 2 brain cells on high and zero communication skills. I had a breakdown in front of him, and pulled out of our "relationship ". So he did what he did best, went on pretending as if no such thing happened between us. I played along, but it got harder and harder as days went by, I found myself wanting him again. And I found myself in his bedroom. Looked like he missed me too. But like everything else, this too ended in a fight.
3 weeks passed and I was back home, wondering if he slept yet. Yeah, he probably did. Why would he be awake at this ungodly hour unless he intends to summon a demon? Wait, what if he is awake to summon a demon? I should call.
The phone rang once and I heard his distinct voice perk up " Hello?" 
 So he was awake???? Fuck yeah 
"Hey, it's me. " I continued
"Can't sleep uh?" I could visualize his shit-eating grin like he was right in front of me.
"Looks like u can't either " I countered
"I'll manage just fine. why'd you call y/n? " He knew why.
"Missed you stupid ass ..? Felt like I wanna talk to you..? Look, im sorry for how I reacted. I should have known better. And I kinda wanna be in a real relationship with you. So I guessed communicating like a grown-up is a good way to start " I managed to spit out despite my ego choking my words.
"You are right. "
He continued after a moment of silence
" I owe you an apology too. I had a good part in fucking up the whole thing. And im gonna properly acknowledge my feelings, truth be told I don't give a fuck if the command finds or whatever. I need to be with you and I'm willing to take the responsibility that comes with it. So maybe we could meet, if you are free... walk around a bit, talk a bit more and figure out how it's gonna be from now.
That conversation didn't end there. We kept talking until I fell asleep on the phone. I don't remember what else we talked about, so but it felt nice falling asleep to his sound. If this went on like this I might even survive the rest of 50 days.
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I do not claim the ownership of Sandcastle or any character introduced in the film. Do not plagiarize my work.
As always, feedback and reblog if you enjoyed it. 
Yes, I did spend time on the pics. No, I did not read whatever the fuck I wrote
Pic credits: I made the one in the middle, yea yea I'm particularly bad at editing. The other 2 pics are from Pinterest
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Home
11/20/2022
Pairing: your favourite x you
Word Count: 388
Warnings: non-explicit sexy times, fluff
Summary: Your love comes home to you after being away for too long.
A/N: Even though I imagined someone particular writing this, you are free to imagine any guy you like.
Picture by Erol Ahmed via Unsplash
If you like my story, you are very welcome to like, comment or reblog. Please don’t copy, repost or share my work on other platforms.
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You’re here. You’re finally here. Home.
No words could ever describe the feeling that befalls me when I watch you walk through that door, how my whole being fills with you, only you, and I am at peace again. No words could ever describe. So I show you. 
The thrill of you, igniting my flame the moment your eyes rest on me. The need in your hands as they move on my body, reacquainting themselves with my form, caressing, claiming, stirring my fire the way only you can. My answer coaxes a moan from your sweet lips. “Like silk on my back,” you whisper and the sound of your voice makes me want to cry happy tears. 
So long. It has been so long. Every day apart nourishing the fear I will forget all the precious details of you. The warmth in your voice, the gentleness in your touch, the way you feel in my arms. And I don’t ever want to forget, forget you and the me I am when I’m with you. I just breathe differently, more like me, when you are around.
You must have seen it in my eyes, felt it, too. I can tell from the determination as you pull me closer. My fingers glide through a sea of silk, tightening their hold to share the relieving pain of our first reunion after an eternity. An eternity of imagining your breath on my face while you hum against my lips, of yearning to feel you, all of you, of being yours wholly and completely. 
We don’t last long, we never do when we collide like this. But neither of us cares. Why would we complain about a brief prelude when the sweetest part is yet to come?
Our carnal desires satisfied, we’re free to just be. In your tender embrace the storm inside me calms and it is you, only you that remains. What more could I ask when your fingers run through my hair and your lips speak of soft things to me, your voice getting lower with every circle your free hand is drawing on my back?
Tonight, you will be my resting place, your chest my pillow, your arms and legs my blanket. You’re all I want. The feeling of knowing and being known. The feeling of finally being home.
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countrymusiclover · 10 months
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36 - Evening in the French Quarter
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Part 37
Gemini Runaway
Tag list ask to be added @dragonixfrye @secretdreamlandmentality
Strolling through the busy streets with my brother being in this city again. Everything felt different from the last time we were here. My hair was getting blown everywhere with me and Jacob holding the other hand. “I can’t believe that I am actually here. I came back from the dead and know I am here.” 
“Well it’s a lot to take in at first. And here’s a tip from my first experience. Don’t use magic here. Witches aren’t allowed to do magic.” I warned him glancing up at my twin since he was slightly taller than me. 
There was some band playing on the corner street that we passed until we entered a bar. I noticed that there was a blonde bartender smiling in our direction so I walked over to her. “I recognize you. You came in here with the hundred dollar bill guy. I’m Cami.” 
“Raelyn and this is my twin brother Jacob.” I grabbed his shoulder, dropping our hands where he waved to her. 
She dropped her smile a little. “Oh that’s great. I used to have a twin but I lost him.” 
“I’m sorry. We recently lost each other too.” I responded back struggling through tears knowing that losing a sibling was hard. 
She flipped her hair over her shoulders wiping away some tears handing us a drink menu. “It’s alright. Now I unfortunately don’t have anymore Gumbo. But I have been told I am a good bartender. So what can I get you?” 
“Two Margaritas.” Jacob said handing her some money and paying her a good tip for when we left. 
Downing the shot I clicked my tongue dragging him outside until we rounded the corner coming face to face with Hayley who immediately embraced Jacob grinning. “Jacob, hey I was hoping to find you.” 
“Yeah sorry. I got caught up with my sister.” He hugged her back squeezing her shoulders staring back at me. “Uh this is my sister Raelyn. Raelyn, this is Hayley.” 
Raising my hand I waved to her. “We’ve met. But what I don’t understand is why she’s looking for you exactly?” 
“Well the easiest explanation is…” Jacob trailed off intertwining his hand with hers smiling weakly at me giving me the answer that I was searching for. “We might have gotten close the night you told me to go to the Grill.” 
Crossing my arms over my chest I smiled bending my head down not believing that he had picked up a girl that fast. I mean he was always a people person but I didn’t think he would be that fast. “Wow. Jacob I don’t know what to say. I mean of course I am happy for you. But at the same time I thought my relationship with Nik went super fast and now here I am pregnant.” 
“I hope it isn’t too weird.” He mumbled before I pulled him in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around me slightly, pulling away from the embrace. “But now that you know, maybe you can help us out with something.” 
Shifting my gaze over to the brunette girl I questioned softly. “And what exactly do you need my help with?” 
“I’m looking for my family. Someone told me that they used to live in this city. Jacob said that you are always willing to help a friend out.” She explains giving me a look from her soft brown eyes looking at me. 
Clicking my tongue I shoved my hands in the red leather jacket I was wearing I nodded. “Sure. Do you know their last name?” 
“Mine is Marshall.” She said, 
Opening my hands for her to take, I eyed her where she placed her hands in mine. “I can’t do magic right now. But I can track pretty well. Let's start in the Quarter and work our way from there.” It was nightfall by the time we had been through most of the city and no one seemed to recognize who her family was. Hayley sat down on a bench with Jacob while I leaned against the back of it hearing someone coming up on us. 
“Werewolves aren’t allowed here.” Someone came through the night showing their fangs meaning a vampire. 
Jacob got to his feet seeing two more appear behind him. “Raelyn..” 
“You’re coming with me, wolf.” The main vampire threatens Hayley. 
Hayley growls shoving the one in front of me. “I have had it up to here with vampires telling me what to do.” 
Turning around on my feet I turned my hands into fists ready to fight until I saw a blonde streak of hair vamp behind the other vamps watching us. One of the vamps had their neck snapped and the other lost his heart. “Now that is no way to treat a pregnant lady. I do hate bad manners.” I smiled seeing it was Rebekah who dropped the heart in her hands. 
It was a few moments later where the three of us were now standing outside the house that Nik had gotten when we came back here. There was a pile of dead bodies in front of us. Nik glared at me and my twin brother. “Werewolves are banned in the Quarter. What exactly made you think it was a good idea to stroll through with one?” 
“I didn't know she was a wolf, Nik. She asked for mine and Jacob’s help and I offered.” I snapped back at him before he went on blaming me. 
He rolled his eyes seeing Rebekah starting to walk towards one of the bodies that was still alive. “I had a plan, and your little nighttime stroll put it all in peril! Leave him! You've done enough, don't you think? Leaving a trail of bodies like a road map to my door?” 
“If I hadn't overheard this lot bragging about werewolf heads, everyone here would be screwed. And don't give me that crap about having a plan. You've had all the time in the world to execute a plan, and no one's seen you do a damn thing! Elijah made a deal to protect your child, so that it could save you from your selfish, rotten self. But you obviously don't give a damn about the child or Elijah, because what have you done to honor it?” Rebekah raised her tone towards her bastard brother, throwing her hands up in the air and away from her sides. 
Jacob enters the conversation standing beside me with Hayley on his other side. “Listen Klaus, it was my fault. I didn’t tell her because I didn’t think it would be a good idea to make her worry about her safety. So I didn’t say anything.” 
“Oh don’t worry, you are to blame for endangering the life of the woman I love…as for my plan.” Klaus raised his voice towards him. “I have done everything. Let me spell it out for you, shall I? From the day I arrived, Marcel hasn't trusted me. From Day One, he's had his vampires ingest toxic vervain which, as you know, little sister, protects them from my mind control. I needed a spy, someone on the inside with me who Marcel would never suspect. So, I created a Day Zero and got there first. Marcel had just lost six vampires, thanks to your little murder spree, and he needed new recruits. So, I made the new one mine, before he'd had even a drop of vervain. But we all know the real way to a man is through his heart.” 
“So what exactly am I supposed to do then while you are running around the Quarter?” I stomped up to him resting my hands on my larger stomach. It had been three months since we had left Mystic Falls meaning that it wouldn’t be long before the babies due date. “Or am I supposed to remain inside this house like a prison similar to the Gilbert living room.” 
He drifted his gaze down to mine, sighing heavily. “I’ll talk with you later, Rae. Just know you aren’t a prisoner just because you are carrying my children inside you.” 
“Then what exactly is the next step of your master plan hmm?” I asked him raising myself up on my toes for a brief moment until my feet got tired. 
Nik grabs the vampire that's still alive from the pile dragging him up towards the house where the four of us follow his heels. “And this one – I'm gonna drain him of vervain, compel him to believe his mates found religion and moved to Utah, so that he can explain to Marcel why he lost three more vampires tonight.” 
“Can I ask if it is okay if I stay here tonight?” Hayley asked, staying beside the closed front door nervous that he was about to throw her out. 
Jacob spun around on his feet instantly not waiting for Klaus to answer. “Yes, of course.” He leads her towards the staircase leaving the three of us alone in the main entrance of the room. 
“I’ll give you two some time alone. It’s been a long day.” Rebekah said vamping out of the room not wanting to have a longer conversation with her brother tonight. 
Once she was gone Nik vamped in front of me gently grabbing my face in his hands cradling my gaze to meet his gaze. “Are you alright, Rae. The babies..did they?” 
“No, no, I’m fine. Rebekah found us before anything happened. We’re perfectly fine.” I reassured him, moving my hands up to grip his forearms gently, needing him to not worry so much about me all the time. 
He slumped his shoulders pulling me in for a hug gently wrapping one arm around my waist. His other hand ran through my loose hair. Wrapping my arms around his neck I laid my head against his heart. “I didn’t mean to snap at your brother. I just wanted to keep you safe.” 
“He understands that, Nik….oh.” Drawing my head back I dropped a hand to my stomach feeling something kicking against my belly. 
Nik instantly went into panic mode. “What's wrong, Raelyn?” 
“Nothing…they’re kicking. Here, here feel.” I chuckled, taking one of his hands and putting it over my stomach. I watched a smile grace his face when a few seconds later he felt three different kicks against his hand. We could both hear the three heartbeats but this was something much different. 
He smiled leaning forward kissing my forehead with a reply. "They certainly are strong ones. Just like their mother..Hey Rae, are you feeling alright, you're trembling?" 
I hadn’t realized that I was shaking until he squeezed a hand on my shoulder where I snuggle into his warmth mumbling under my breath feeling the babies taking the strength from me. "Ug…the babies…siphoning magic again.." I attempted to remain standing on my own two feet but that wasn't the case when my knees buckled underneath me. 
"Raelyn, woah now…I'm here. I've got you." He quickly vamped me up bridal style into his arms carrying me to our room in the house laying me down on the pillows. He ram his fingers through my hair seeing my eyes beginning to close where he got to his feet. 
Weakly managing to grab his wrist I stopped him from leaving. "Stay with me, please Nik." 
"I'm right here, love." He mumbled ditching his shirt and wrapping his arms around my waist. Laying my head on his chest I wrapped my arms around his neck snuggling closer into his warmth and comfortable embrace dosing off. 
Comments really appreciated ❤️
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geralts-yenn · 4 months
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Geralt-Yenn's Masterlist
Hi! Thank you for taking a look at my materlist! Here you find a bunch of stories in which I put all kinds of Henry Cavill shaped characters.
Most of these stories contain content not suitable for minors, so if you're under 18, please do not read!
Do not copy, translate or post my work anywhere else! I explicitly forbid using my work to feed AI!
What I do encourage you is to reblog my stories. Every little bit of feedback is welcome!
List by character under the cut:
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Your majesty (drabble; VampireKing!August/reader) 🔥
a lesson in obedience (VampireKing!August/reader/ofc) 🔥
Believe in me (modern AU vampire!Melot/ofc) 🌩 🔥 💕
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bonfire (Sy/reader) 🌩 🔥 💕
summary: After months you finally see Sy again. But how will he react to you after he cancelled his date before he left?
Something like that (Sy/reader) 🔥 💕
summary: follow-up of bonfire - Sy finally takes you on a date
Part 1, Part 2
mother's day (drabble; Sy/reader) 💕
Yearning (drabble; Sy/reader) 🌩 💕
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Believe in me (modern AU vampire!Melot/ofc) 🌩 🔥 💕
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I need you now (Evan Marshall/reader) 💕
summary: After an accident your cute neighbor takes care of you
Brothers and Beers (drabble; Evan Marshall/reader) 💕 (Evan's pov on 'I need you now')
Fighting demons (Evan Marshall/reader) 🌩 🔥 💕 part 2 of 'I need you now'
summary: You've been in a relationship with Evan for a while now, but somehow you are still stuck on first base. You start questioning if he's really that into you.
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Believe in me (modern AU vampire!Melot/ofc) 🌩 🔥 💕
Ray of Sunshine (modern AU Melot/ofc) 🔥 💕
summary: just some fluffy, smutty summer dream with a tattooed biker Melot
Hearts Too Big (modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🌩 🔥 💕
summary: Nina goes on a camping trip with her boyfriend Mel and his cute neighbor Mike. Plenty of feelings - that’s the whole plot
Bubbles (drabble; modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🔥 💕
Bottom (drabble; modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🔥 💕
A very merry birthday (modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🔥 💕
summary: The boys are celebrating Christmas and more importantly, Nina's birthday
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 the natural thing to do  (Mikey/reader) 🔥 💕
summary: After another breakup, instead of your best friend you only find her brother Mikey at her home. The guy you had a crush on since you were 12…
pranked (Mikey/reader) 🔥 💕
summary: your babysitter job took some turns that you couldn't have forseen...
caught for sillyrabbit81’s milestone celebration 2023 (Mikey/reader) 🔥 💕
follow-up of pranked, but both stories can be read separately
date night with Mikey (drabble; Mikey/reader) 💕
ice cream, brownies and a hug (drabble; Mikey/reader) 💕
Hearts Too Big (modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🌩 🔥 💕
summary: Nina goes on a camping trip with her boyfriend Mel and his cute neighbor Mike. Plenty of feelings - that’s the whole plot
Bubbles (drabble; modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🔥 💕
Bottom (drabble; modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🔥 💕
Fakin' it (Mikey/reader) 🌩 🔥 💕
summary: To win back your ex-boyfriend, you decide to fake date your best friend. What could go wrong? 
Zoom (mini drabble; Mikey/reader) 💕
A very merry birthday (modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🔥 💕
summary: The boys are celebrating Christmas and more importantly, Nina's birthday
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anahita (Napoleon Solo/ofc) 🔥
summary: After a hard job in Isfahan, Napoleon tries to lose some tension in the hamam of his client, the Shah
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Memories (Walter Marshall/ofc) 🌩 🔥 💕
summary: At your brother's wedding you have to face a ghost from your past - Walter Marshall - and you find yourself lost in memories
Part 1, Part 2
Hollow Hearts (Walter Marshall/reader) 🌩 🌩 🌩 (💕)
summary: you break up with Walter but you just can't let go
Hollow Hearts (bonus chapter) (Walter Marshall/reader) 🔥 💕
summary: you and Walter take care of each other (basically porn without plot, can be read without knowing the main story)
Headcanons / multiple characters:
Lazy morning sex 🔥
On-going series:
Inspo boards for my stories
Fluff = 💕 Smut = 🔥 Angst = 🌩
Collection of all my stories - follow to get notifications on new fics:
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Recovery - Chapter 18
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Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction
Summary : Reader wakes up in a hospital bed with Em by her side. She doesn't remember anything and he has to tell he she has been assaulted.
CW : Hospital - Mention of sexual assault
Y/N P.O.V 
Your head hurt as you slowly opened your eyes. You looked around you and took notice of your surroundings. You were lying in a hospital bed and Marshall was sitting next to you, asleep in his chair, snoring lightly as he held your hand. You had absolutely no recollection of how you ended up here. The last thing you remembered distinctly was dancing in the studio with Porter, as you were getting ready to join Josh, Hailie and Evan for a night out. The rest was a blur. One thing was for sure : it felt as if you were having the worst hangover of your life. It was as if all the times you had ever drank were ganging up on you and getting their revenge. Every muscle in your body seemed to be sore, you had a terrible headache, as well as huge stomach pains. Your throat ached and your mouth was dry. You needed water, you thought as you tried to remember how you ended up here. 
Marsh… you said softly, in a very raspy voice. 
It was enough for him to wake up. He immediately sat up and opened his eyes. As soon as he noticed you were awake, he jumped from the chair to be by your side. 
Y/N. You’re awake. Thank God, he said as he kissed you on the forehead. 
Water ? You asked hoarsely. 
Of course. 
He gave you the glass of water that was on the nightstand. He helped you sit up a bit and drink carefully. You had many questions, but you were also insanely tired. What the hell were you doing here ? Why did you feel hungover ? Had you relapsed, with no recollection of it ?
What are we doing here ? You asked as you felt your eyes closing again. 
You don’t remember ? He replied with a hint of surprise in his voice. 
Nnnno…, you mumbled as you fell asleep again. 
(…)
You let out a small scream as you opened your eyes again. You could have sworn you felt a stranger’s hand trying to get in your panties. You could distinctly see his eyes and smell alcohol in his breath. You felt your body shaking, not sure whether you were having a nightmare or a memory. You were freezing cold. 
Shhh… you heard Marshall say. You’re safe. It’s fine. I’m here. 
He was holding your hand in his, softly stroking the back with his fingers. Your vision blurred a bit and you could feel tears welling in your eyes. 
What happened ? You asked as you started crying and panicking at the same time. Why am I here ? 
Don’t freak out, he said softly. What do you remember ? 
I was at the studio, you said. And you were here, and there was dancing and then… I had a nightmare. 
What nightmare ? He asked carefully. Do you think you can describe it for me ? 
There was a man, and he was trying to… hi-his hand was in my…, you sobbed. 
Marshall sat on the bed by your side and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead. 
You’re safe now, he said. Just breathe. 
What am I doing here ?! 
You were… attacked, he explained. Assaulted, actually. You went salsa dancing with Hailie, Evan and Josh and someone tried to… rape you. 
Did he ? You asked anxiously. 
He didn’t, he said reassuringly. Otherwise, I’d be in jail for murder already. 
He stared into your eyes and you could see he was tired. He had huge dark circles under his eyes and his face almost looked gaunt. Not that you were too sure, because your vision was a bit blurry. 
You’re safe now, he said. I’m here. But for now, you need to rest, alright ? Everything is still in your system. 
I didn’t take anything, you know ? You mumbled. 
I know, he said softly. Don’t worry. You didn’t do anything wrong. 
You wanted to ask a thousand questions, but you were exhausted. You closed your eyes again. 
I’m cold, you mumbled. 
I’ll go ask for a blanket, Marshall said as you heard him get up. 
Don’t leave me, you heard yourself plead. 
I’m not going anywhere. Don’t worry honey. 
The pet name made you chuckle softly and you slowly went back to sleep as you heard Marshall ask for a blanket.
(…)
You woke up to the sight of Marshall scribbling something in his notebook, his eyes squinting as he didn’t have his glasses on. He looked focused. 
Hey, you said hoarsely. 
Hey beautiful, he said softly as he put his pen down. How are you feeling ? 
You felt a little better. Definitely more awake. You had no idea how long you had slept. You quickly glanced at the window and noticed it was the middle of the night. 
Did I sleep long ? You asked him. 
48 hours, I think, he said. 
Mmmh. 
You can sleep some more if you need, he said with a smile. 
How about you ? You asked. 
What about me ? 
Were you here all along ? 
I went home for a quick shower and a change of clothes, he explained. I had Talia keep an eye on you while I was gone.
I don’t remember her being here, you said. 
You were out. Slept like a baby apparently, he chuckled. 
Where is Josh ? You asked. And Hailie and Evan ? 
They’re fine, Marshall said. I called them to let them know how you’re doing. 
Thank God Hailie found me, you said. 
Yeah. I think I made her a little mad at me though, Marshall confessed. 
How so ? 
Uh… nothing important, he said as he avoided your gaze. 
Tell me. 
I may or may not have threatened Jack. 
It’s Josh, you corrected as you glared at him. And please tell me you’re joking. 
Hey. That fucker was too drunk to take care of you, he said. He’s lucky I didn’t send him to the ER. 
You rolled your eyes at him. 
Marshall, you said sternly. 
I know, he simply said. I’ll apologize to Hailie later. 
You better apologize to Josh too. 
Yeah, right, he scoffed. 
I’m serious, you said with a frown. 
We’ll see about that, he said as he stretched his arms. 
He let out a groan as he got up from his chair. You could see him try and stretch his back. He seemed awfully tired and grumpy. 
Chair ? You asked. 
Yeah. I Hope the bed is more comfortable, he said with a yawn. Two days sitting here and I feel like I might need physical therapy. 
Come here, you gestured as you yawned and made room for him on the bed before closing your eyes. 
You felt a slight dip on the mattress as he laid next to you. You let your head roll on his shoulder. 
Thanks for staying, you said. 
Of course, he replied before kissing your temple. 
Your beard is all scratchy. You need to trim it. 
Yeah, I’ll take care of that later, he chuckled. Wanna go back to sleep ? 
You nodded and felt him pull you slightly closer to him. You smiled as you inhaled his scent. It was so soothing, so familiar. You could smell his cologne, mixed with the detergent on his clothes, as well as his body soap. The scent was fresh and masculine, without being too overpowering. You closed your eyes, focusing on the sensations. His smell, his touch, the feeling of his breath against your skin. You buried your face in his neck almost automatically. 
I was so worried for you honey, he whispered under his breath. 
(…)
You opened your eyes once again and noticed Marshall was still laying next to you, but this time, he was asleep. He had his arms around you and you still had your head buried in his neck. His presence made you feel safe. You remembered how you had thought about him and wished for him to be here as your attacker tried to touch you. 
 I love you, Marsh, you whispered as you made sure he was still asleep. 
(...)
She’s resting. You should probably come later, you heard Marshall’s voice say as you woke up from yet another nap. 
You had been drifting in and out of consciousness for a while now. You had been told it was normal, as you had been heavily drugged up and your body needed to process. Most of the time, it felt like you were too tired to open your eyes. Instead, you gathered information by listening. The most frequent sounds were either Marshall’s snores or the noise his pen made as he scribbled in his notebook. You actually enjoyed them. They reminded you that he was here, and that you weren’t alone. 
I don’t mind waiting for her to wake up, you heard Josh’s voice say. 
Whatever, man. Let her rest, ok ? Marshall said in an annoyed voice. 
You opened your eyes as soon as you heard your boyfriend talking. 
Hey there, you said with a shy smile. 
Y/N ! Baby. You’re awake !!! I’m so sorry…
Josh kneeled by the bed and kissed your hands as he apologized profusely. You tried to reassure him. 
I’m fine, you said. I’ve been resting a lot. And I have Marshall with me. I’m good, baby. 
You felt your boyfriend tense as you mentioned Marshall’s presence. He still hadn’t left your bedside and kept a close watch on you. Whatever you needed, he made sure to help and provide you with, whether it was to fluff up your pillow, get you some water or reassure you. He absentmindedly scribbled in his notebook as you talked to Josh. 
When are you getting out of here ? He asked. 
Tomorrow, I think ? You replied as you looked at Marshall for confirmation.
Probably in the morning, he confirmed without looking up. After the doctor checks up on you and clears you. 
He was the one with all of the information. You had trouble remembering anything, as you slept a lot. 
They said I’ll need to rest for a few days, you explained. But I’ll be fine. 
Do you want to come to my place ? Josh offered. I can take care of you. I feel so guilty. I never should have drank so much. 
Stop beating yourself up, you told him. It’s over now. It’s not your fault. 
You heard Marshall clear his throat. You shot a mean glare at him. In spite of your various attempts, you couldn’t get him to budge. He blamed most of what happened on Josh. You had told him he was being unfair but he simply didn’t care. 
Marsh, would you mind getting me a Diet Coke ? You asked in hope it would get him out of the room for a while. 
I don’t think they have any in the vending machine, he replied with a shrug. Sorry. 
I’m really craving some. Do you think you can try the store down the street ? I think my blood sugar’s getting a bit low…
Marshall looked at you and sighed softly. He knew you wanted him out of the room so that Josh wouldn’t feel so tense. He rolled his eyes and got up. 
Anything for you honey, he said as he stared at Josh and left the room. 
Now, he was just rubbing the pet name in Josh’s face. Your boyfriend looked at you and sighed as he sat in the chair in Marshall’s place. 
God he hates me, he said. 
He doesn’t, you lied. He is just… protective, I guess. 
You should have seen him in the corridor, Y/N. I thought he was going to destroy me. I mean, he basically promised to…
Well he didn’t, you said with a soft smile. 
He scares the shit out of me, he replied. 
Marshall is really nice, you said in his defense. I’m lucky to have him. He is such a good friend. 
Mmmmh, Josh said. I guess. 
What’s wrong ? You asked. 
Look… I know it’s none of my business, but what is the deal with you guys anyway ? He asked. 
You stared at him in silence for a couple of seconds. Obviously, you couldn’t tell him that you were kind of in love with Marshall and that you only started dating him because you were heartbroken over your best friend dating someone else. 
What do you mean ? You simply asked. 
Well, he’s Hailie’s dad. I mean, why are you hanging out with him so much ? 
He’s my best friend, you said earnestly. I met Hailie through him actually. 
A fifty year-old man is your best friend ? He asked in disbelief. 
I know it’s a little odd, for sure, you admitted. But he is. He’s been a big help when I got sober. 
Is that his hoodie that you’re wearing ? 
It is, you shrugged. He gave it to me because I was cold. Is there a problem here ? 
No, baby, of course not. I’m sorry, he apologized. He just… He makes me nervous, you know. It’s like he thinks I’m not good enough for you. I don’t want you to think I’m jealous or anything but… You know… 
I’ll talk to him. Now, I need you to kiss me, you ordered. 
He smiled genuinely for the first time and kissed you passionately, yet softly. It was the perfect kiss, the one you needed to cheer you up.  
I can’t wait to get out of here. I kind of had a special night planned for us, you know ? You said seductively, trying to get his mind off things. 
Did you ? He said with a charming grin. 
Mmmh mmh, you nodded with a smile. 
He kissed you again and again. You laughed and let out a little moan as he laid down a trail of kisses in your neck. 
You opened your eyes as Marshall cleared his throat to signify he was back with a pack of Diet Coke and another of regular Coke. Josh quickly got up, his face bright red. 
Looks like your blood sugar is just fine, he said as he handed you a can. 
Thank you Marsh, you replied with a smile. You’re a godsend. 
I should probably go…, Josh said awkwardly. I’ll call you alright ? 
Sure, you said. Miss you already. 
He gave you a peck on the lips. 
Take care baby, he added as he left the room. Goodbye… sir. 
You noticed a smirk on Marshall’s face as Josh closed the door. 
You’re right. He is smart, he said with a grin. 
Can you please not be an ass ? You replied as you rolled your eyes. 
I’m not apologizing, he said. He knows I’m right. 
It’s not his fault if some weirdo decided to roofie my drink, you groaned. 
Wouldn’t have happened if he had been by your side instead of drinking. 
Almost everyone was drinking. And what if it had been a girls night huh ? Would you blame Hailie for what happened ? Or Talia ? 
He stared at you and stayed silent. 
Didn’t think so, you added as you looked into his eyes. 
Fine, he mumbled. Still. I was worried sick. I’m not apologizing for that. 
I’m not asking you to, you said softly. But can you please be nice to him ? Please ? 
He didn’t say anything. Instead, he simply stared at you with his arms crossed and a “I don’t give a shit” expression. 
Marshall please, you repeated. 
You were on the verge of tears. It wasn’t a big deal and, usually, you wouldn’t cry for so little, but you were tired and frustrated by the situation. 
Don’t cry, he begged. See ? He was here for twenty minutes and now you’re crying… this motherfucker is lucky I even let him breathe the same air as you. 
I’m crying because I am tired ! You shouted. And I am crying because you’re being unreasonable and mean to my boyfriend. I was so scared, Marshall. I still am. And I want you here. And I want him too. And you won’t be nice. 
You let the tears out in frustration. You knew it probably didn’t make a lot of sense to him but you needed to let go. 
Hey, he said softly as he sat on the bed and took you in his arms. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you sad. 
I know, you replied as you sniffled. But you’re one of my favorite people on earth. And he is my boyfriend. Can you please make an effort ? For me ?
Yes. If it means that much to you, he finally said. 
And apologise ? 
He groaned and rolled his eyes. 
We’ll see about that. 
Thank you, you said as you smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek. 
You weren’t asking for much here. You knew they wouldn’t be friends. But you hoped they could get along. 
How is Hailie ? You asked. Have you heard from her ? 
I have. She’s fine. She came to see you but you slept. She was worried for you. 
Is she still mad at you ?
I apologized, Marshall said. We’re good. 
I like her, you said. 
She likes you too, you know ? And I like that you’re getting along, he added with a smile. 
You smiled and let out a yawn. 
Do you want to go home ? You asked as you felt your eyelids were becoming heavy again. I don’t mind, you know. 
I’m good. Sleep tight Y/N. You need some rest. 
Thanks for staying, you said as you started to fall asleep. 
Anything for you, honey, he said softly.
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litgreadersroom · 10 months
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New to fanfiction and not sure where to start? Obsessed with a certain character but not sure how to navigate the tags on AO3? We've got you!
We've created masterlists for many of the most popular characters, starting with seasons 1 and 2. It's a work in progress, so bear with us as we continue to add lists for more characters and seasons! If there's anyone you want us to prioritize, feel free to drop us an ask!
Note that some characters may not have enough fics to justify a masterlist, but as we work to showcase individual fics, we aim to feature every character at some point.
For now, here is a list of guides for each character:
All Seasons
The Narrator (Iain Stirling)
Season 1
Allegra
Cherry
Erikah
Jake
Jasper
Jen
Levi
Lucy
Mason
Miles
Rohan
Talia
Tim
Season 2
Arjun
Bobby
Blake
Carl
Chelsea
Elijah
Elisa
Felix
Gary
Graham
Hannah
Henrik
Hope
Ibrahim
Jakub
Jo
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Season 3
AJ
Bill
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Elladine
Genevieve
Harry
Iona
Lily
Nicky
Rafi
Seb
Tai
Yasmin
Season 4
Angie
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Cora (N/A)
Dylan
Hazeem
James
Juliet (N/A)
Kelly
Kobi
Lexi
Najuma
Oliver
Thabi
Tiffany (N/A)
Tom
Valentina
Will
Youcef
Season 5
Alfie
Arlo (N/A)
Dana
Eddie
Finn
Gabi
Johnny
Kat
Lulu (N/A)
Meera (N/A)
Nicolas
Pete (N/A)
Suresh
Season 6
Amelia
Andy
Bella
Chloe
Elliot
Flo
Francis
Grace
Hamish
Ivy
Jamal
Lewie
Marshall
Ozzy
Roberto
Ryan
Toby
Zeph
Season 7
Alex
Bryson
Evan
Joyo
Rafael
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navybrat817 · 1 year
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Navy's Port of Call
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Your stop for all things fic and writing related.
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Writer Info
⚓ My Masterlist
⚓ I write female reader insert fanfiction and do my best to make the reader as inclusive as possible. For that reason, I do not use "readers" in any of my moodboards or graphics.
⚓ I write primarily for Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters, but am open to other fandoms.
⚓ Writing Updates: I currently do not have a posting schedule as I write in my limited free time and post when I can. Please, be patient and I will share updates as they are available.
⚓ Taglists: I no longer do taglists. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog and turn on notifications for new fics and updates. 💙
⚓ Requests: Formal requests are currently closed, but never be ashamed to send me your shameless hoe thots, gifs, videos, headcanons, etc. They may inspire something!
⚓ I love discussing my fics and thots, so feel free to ask or comment if you're curious. I value that feedback.
⚓ I happily accept gifs, photos, videos, moodboards, etc., anything that reminds you of one of my fics, AUs, or characters.
⚓ I do NOT consent to have my work posted, translated or published to any third party site or app. If anyone sees my work anywhere but here or archiveofourown under my same username, it has been reposted without my permission.
⚓ Minors: DNI
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I Will Write
⚓ Smut, fluff, angst (within reason), light, soft!dark, dark, AUs (feel free to ask), age difference (of age), poly/threesome, reverse harem, dubcon, noncon, cnc, yandere, D/s, somnophilia, cockwarming, sex pollen, praise, praise and degradation, breeding, chase, power imbalance, choking, knife play, voyeurism, exhibitionism, bondage, edging, overstimulation, breath play, sensory deprivation, A/B/O, stepcest, and more. Feel free to ask if it isn't listed below.
I Will Not Write
⚓ RPF, pedophilia, bestiality, necrophilia, incest, race play, watersports, underage scenarios, scat play, cheating between "main" couple, miscarriage.
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Who I'll Write For
⚓ Sebastian Stan Characters: Bucky Barnes, Scott Huffman, Nick Fowler, Hal Carter, Chris Beck, Jefferson, Destroyer!Chris, Steve Kemp, Charles Blackwood, Lee Bodecker, Mickey Henry, Chase Collins, Lance Tucker
⚓ Chris Evans Characters: Steve Rogers, Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen, Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett, Frank Adler, Lloyd Hansen
⚓ Henry Cavill Characters: Clark Kent, August Walker, Walter Marshall, Captain Syverson
⚓ Misc. Characters: Dean Winchester, Soldier Boy, Jax Teller, William Miller, Raymond Smith, Sierra Six, Morpheus, The Corinthian, Harwin Strong
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Happy reading, lovelies! 💙 And thank you to @rookthorne for the divider and @sgt-seabass for the header. 💙
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fic recommendations part five!
Ladies and gents, I have finally returned to recommend some fanfictions for you. I know, it’s been so long. You definitely missed my opinion on fanfictions that aren’t mine that I think you should read. Fear not! For I have returned.
Also, fair warning, since it has been so long this is gonna be a hella long list of recommended fics.
If you want more fic recommendations, here’s the first four parts for you: part one   part two   part three   part four
Note: any stories marked * are smutty
get comfy ~ chris evans* by @angrythingstarlight 
together ~ bucky barnes by @scarlvtbitch
something special ~ bucky barnes by @demonsandmischief
i hate you ~ bucky barnes by @youlightmeupfinn
what a peach ~ bucky barnes* by @angrythingstarlight
mama i’m in love with a hitman ~ barry berkman by @xgryffinwhore
on stage off stage ~ bo burnham by @fandom-fics-imagine
imagine damon salvatore kissing you by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord
night lessons ~ walter marshall* by @littlefreya
midnight declaration ~ taron egerton by @egertonfanfiction
early morning ~ taron egerton by @taronegertonthewelshboi
manic pixie pizza girl ~ rodrick heffley by @rodr1cks
the graduation party ~ bucky barnes* by @becca-e-barnes
lovely ~ corpse husband by @withcolebrock
final girl (part one) ~ billy loomis by @looooooooomis
derry ~ eddie kaspbrak by @good-doctor-imagine
falling slowly ~ bucky barnes by @peterbarnes
shoulders and hands ~ corpse husband by @allywritesforfun
mirrors edge ~ marc spector/steven grant* by @astroboots
yellow ~ johnny depp by @yup-thats-me
good mornings ~ johnny depp by @burning-the-write-oil
tied and untamed ~ johnny depp* by @deppsessed
studio moments ~ jack harlow by @hotsforharlow
the baby assignement ~ peter parker (holland) by @vendettaparker
beautiful ~ ashton irwin by @absolutewhore101
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littlefreya · 1 year
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I just want to start by saying this is not a demand for you to write this character, I’m just interested in your opinion on why the Henry Cavill fandom tends to overlook the character Evan Marshall from Blood Creek? I always thought he was a great character - EMT, takes care of his nephews and sick father, tortured by guilt of letting his brother be abducted, and he was really hot in it. Seems like there’s a lot for fic writers to work with but most don’t. Is it because it was such an obscure movie that’s hard to find? Or is his character too bland? Again, not demanding you write him, just curious why you don’t? Thank you for all you do write! I’ve spent endless hours reading and re-reading your fics and they’re all amazing!
No worries, love, you are not coming off as demanding in any sort of way. 🖤
I think it’s combination of several things. To begin with, the “younger” HC characters are not that popular when it comes to fanfiction, save for Mike of course. I think it’s because these roles don’t leave much to the imagination and writing fanfiction has to do a lot with wanting to extend about a character. Mike is interesting because he has a very strong persona people loved and wanted to see more from and even though Hellraiser Hellworld is such a shit film, people still remember the character well.
So character’s charisma is a factor, as well. Mind you there is not much known about Sy for example, when I started writing about him it’s because he spiked my interest and I wanted to “dress” him up with certain features and give him a persona I thought could fit.
As a general observation, a lot of writers tend to gravitate toward the recent and older characters; Sy, August, Walter, etc. Possibly because these roles are a lot more interesting for them to write about and they have more to work with. It’s not just because they are “older”, they simply stir more intrigue for a writer.
By all means, it you find a certain character interesting and want to explore it further, you should write about it. When I started writing it was because I couldn’t find the stories I wanted to read about specific characters, so I decided to do it myself.
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singitoutgirl26 · 1 year
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I need good fanfic recommendations! Let me know the name of the fic, the author, and what platform it's on ( I prefer AO3 and Wattpad) and I'll give it a shot. I'll give most ships a shot once as long as they aren't creepy (adult x child fics make me uncomfortable). I've been obsessed with most of the pairings or characters since high school (helped me cope and get through it) so pls be nice to me lol
✨OC FICS ARE WELCOME✨
✨FEEL FREE TO SELF PROMOTE OR TAG AUTHORS FOR ME TO CHECK OUT✨
Current Obsessions:
HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE:
-willing to read almost any ship at least once unless it's an adult with a child bc fuck that
*Fuck JKR and Fuck TERFs*
•Good Slytherin Fics
•Regulus Black (could be an OC fic or could be a ship I don't have listed, I'm willing to read almost any ship at least once)
•Jegulus (James Potter x Regulus Black
•Wolfstar (Remus Lupin x Sirius Black)
•Rosekiller (Evan Rosier x Barty Crouch Jr)
•Regulus Black x Evan Rosier x Barty Crouch Jr. (You can throw James in too if you want)
•Dorlene (Dorcas Meadows x Marlene McKinnon)
•Pandora x Lily Evans
•Mary MacDonald x Lily Evans
•Drarry (Draco x Harry)
•Dramione (Draco x Hermione)
•Theomione (Theodore Nott x Hermione)
•Dreomione (Draco x Theo x Hermione)
•Theo x Draco x Pansy x Hermione
•Pansy Parkinson
•Theodore Nott
•Draco Malfoy
•Luna Lovegood
•Luna x Ginny
•Luna x Harry
•Luna x Blaise
•Tom Riddle
•Mattheo Riddle (someone's OC from a HP fic that I have a small obsession with)
•Lorenzo Berkshire (someone's OC from a HP fic that I have a small obsession with)
✨OC FICS ARE WELCOME✨
TVD/TO:
*Kol Mikaelson
*Rebekah Mikaelson
*Davina Clare
*Elijah Mikaelson
*Klaus Mikaelson
*Stefan Salvatore
*Katherine Pierce
*Tyler Lockwood
*Hayley Marshall
*Klaus x Caroline
*Kol x Davina
*Kol x Bonnie
✨OC FICS ARE WELCOME✨
PERCY JACKSON/HEROS OF OLYMPUS:
~willing to read almost any ship at least once tbh
-Annabeth x Percy
-Solangelo (Nico x Will)
-Thalia Grace
-Nico Di Angelo
-Leo Valdez
✨OC FICS ARE WELCOME✨
KANE CHRONICLES:
°Anubis x Sadie
°Carter x Zia
✨OC FICS ARE WELCOME✨
TWILIGHT:
(it might be trash but the fanfictions make me cackle)
*Jasper (but like as long as he isn't racist bc fuck that)
*Alice
*Jasper x Alice
*Alec Volturi
*Jane Volturi
*Demetri Volturi
*Benjamin (Egyptian Vampire)
*Embry Call
*Paul Lahote
*Quil Artera
*Leah Clearwater
*Seth Clearwater
*Jacob (as long as he respects boundaries and understands the word NO unlike the series)
✨OC FICS ARE WELCOME✨
THE SHADOWHUNTER CHRONICLES:
*Jessamine Lovelace
*Tessa Gray
*Jem Carstairs
*Will Herondale
*Sophie
*Cecily Herondale
*Tessa x Jem
*Tessa x Will
*Magnus Bane
*Izzy Lightwood
*Jace Herondale
*Alec Lightwood
*Clary Fray
*Simon
* Sebastian/Jonathan Morgenstern
*Izzy x Simon
*Alec x Magnus
*Jace x Clary
✨OC FICS ARE WELCOME✨
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fvckinghenrycavill · 2 years
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Dear Cavillry
Hi beautiful people!
I NEED HENRY CAVILL BLOG RECS!
A few years ago, I had a Chris Evans/Steve Rogers centric blog named fvckingsteverogers (that I deactivated for many reasons). Anyway, I'm back for more now... but I have other interests.
I'm kinda new in the Cavillry fandom, so I'm lost. Can you please recommend some Henry Cavill/Characters only blogs? Like fanfiction (reader insert), gifs, edits...
Henry Cavill
August Walker
Napoleon Solo
Sherlock Holmes
Clark Kent/Superman
Geralt of Rivia
Charles Brandon
Captain Syverson
Walter Marshall
⚠️ NO DRAMA, GOSSIP, PRIVATE LIFE BULLSHIT (!!!)
⚠️ NO DARK FICS (Please, no!!)
⚠️ NO SHIPS either.
(Just like my former blog, I’m too young and too old at the same time to deal with people’s petty bullshit.)
Thank you.
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