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do you see this shit my liege

Y/n, smiling: It’s nice to be wanted, you know?

Arthur, riding next to them on his horse: Not by the law you dimwit!

I have a handsome vampire boyfriend no you guys don't know him he goes to a different castle

Thank God for Sexual Frustration

Summary: Dean offers to help you out when you’re going through a dry spell. No friends with benefits, simply a one time deal. But will you both be able to stop once you start?

Word Count: 4398

Warnings: smut, fingering, dry humping, steaminess in the Impala, bit of dirty talk, fluff, tiniest bit of angst, swearing

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Winchester Fantasies’ Masterlist

You huffed as you tried, unsuccessfully, to get comfortable in the back seat of the Impala. You were on your phone, checking up on social media, scouring the national news for new cases, and even reading interesting, but pointless, articles on why red light isn’t used to illuminate streets. But nothing could distract you from the aching need between your thighs. 

You huffed again in frustration, throwing your phone onto the seat beside you, the device bouncing off the leather and dropping somewhere on the floorboards. You glanced out the window, watching as mile after mile of flat land and cornfields flew past. You and the boys were passing through Iowa, windmills and the occasional cow being your only companion.

You’d been in Wisconsin, hunting a pack of werewolves. It had been a successful one so you and the boys decided to go to a local bar to celebrate and cut loose a little before heading back to the bunker. Of course Sam and Dean had had no trouble finding women to take home; one flash of Dean’s pearly whites or peek of Sam’s dimples and any woman within a twenty mile radius was theirs. Or at least it seemed that way. 

You? Well, you weren’t exactly what most people would call gorgeous. Pretty, yes. But compared to the Winchesters? You weren’t anything special. 

There were plenty of men at the bar, but none that caught your eye and apparently none that took interest in you either as no one approached you, even just to make light, friendly conversation. So instead of finding a guy to take back to the motel, you’d just drunk a few beers, played a couple of games of pool with a group of cocky fuckboys, and left early to crash into the back of Baby while the boys lived it up. 

Needless to say, you were beyond horny and sexually frustrated. You needed a release and fast.

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Still - Geralt x Reader Smut Drabble

A/N: Told you it’d be more porns. Just a lewd lil’ thing for funsies. Warnings: mxf, public, cockwarming, lil bit kinky.

“You’re doing the thing.” Geralt accused.

You looked up from the potato-skin you were carefully tearing into confetti, blinking. “What thing?”

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Cuts & Bruises, Wounds & Abuses (Captain Syverson x Reader) [Part 1]

Premise: A war correspondent, you are embedded with Captain Syverson’s Special Forces team. [SOULMATE AU: You feel the physical pain of your soulmate.]

I don’t know why all my Cavill characters start off antagonistic, hahahahaha.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Epilogue

Warnings: none

Gif Source: littlefreya

Warhorse loomed ahead, a military compound like any other you had seen thus far. Still, as the Humvee approached it, you tried to view it from all its angles, looking for the best shots to take for your feature article.

The vehicle pulled up to the gate. A soldier waved it on through.

Apprehension coiled in your stomach. This was your first time being embedded with a Special Forces team, and you weren’t sure you were up to the task. Just looking at the guys entering and exiting the building told you they were a different breed of soldier: human tanks.

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front man imagine!!

you take a sip of his whiskey and he shoots you

The Long Dark - Part 1

Part 1 | Part 2 |  Part 3 | Part 4  | Part 5 | Part 6

Characters: Thorin, Company, Reader, assorted dwarves. Setting: Erebor after BOTFA (fix-it, Durins live AU). Synopsis: As the rebuilding of Erebor begins, Thorin and his Company take on the new responsibilities their station demands, leaving you to find a place in the city on your own. Isolated and lacking the skills to make a living in a city of craftsmen, your situation seems hopeless. So while Dwalin and Bofur make unlikely fairy godmothers, you can’t afford to be choosy. And then the king gets involved, changing your life in ways that are as exciting as they are scary. (Incorporates “imagine helping with the clean-up of Erebor” from imaginexhobbit.) Warnings: Eventually NSFW. Angst. Fluff. Slow burn of sorts. Excessive cluelessness on the part of the main couple. Notes: Thanks a bunch to my lovely beta, @oakenshieldgisborneandwinchester, who made this fit for public consumption. All remaining mistakes are mine alone. Words: 4923

Winter had come to Erebor, coating the face of the mountain with snow. Beneath the slate grey sky, great patches of ice gleamed with the silver of dead fish. The cold was the kind that went straight through to the bone. Hopping around a little in a hopeless attempt to warm your stiff limbs, you hummed a few bars of the duck song, ignoring the looks you got from the dwarves working construction all around you.

One particularly grumpy fellow muttered something like `Cease that infernal caterwauling, woman´.

You ignored him. You were on your feet all day preparing tea and sandwiches for the dwarves repairing the outer wall. If you weren’t even allowed a bit of off-key singing now and then you’d die of boredom or cold, whichever felled you first — it was a tight race.

 You pulled your fur hat deeper over your ears and hefted yet another tray of hot drinks. This round was meant for the dwarves patching up the parapet. You picked your way carefully across the rubble as you distributed the large pitchers of tea. A few dwarves grunted reluctant thanks. The more suspicious ones just nodded, still unsure exactly why the pint-sized human was allowed to live in the hallowed halls of their forefathers.

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Nobody:

Writers: his beautiful blue orbs stared right at me.

Credit: Zalinki. (Youtube)

Random mansion generator

The Procgen Mansion Generator produces large three-dee dwellings to toy with your imagination, offering various architectural styles and other options. Each mansion even comes with floorplans:

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In the woods (pixel version)

and i think to myself…. what a wonderful worm

*puts myself out there*

*brings myself back*

a DIY orthodontist named “brace yourself”

Soulmates (Mandalorian x Reader)

Summary: Soulmate!au where your soulmates name is written on your arm. Meaning Mando’s name is constantly covered.

Fandom: The Mandalorian

Warnings: violence, lil stab

A/N: This is my first Mandalorian and soulmate fic. I loove soulmate fics so thought it’d be cool to do one with Mando because he’ll know who his soulmate is but reader won’t…Anyway let me know what you think!

A child? You had travelled all this way for such a big bounty, for a child? You look down at the metal pod that the adorable green infant peers from, wrapped in a bundle of blankets. How can such a small creature be such a big threat? 

Your thoughts are interrupted by a myriad of shooting from outside. You groan in annoyance when you hear the loud automated voice of a bounty droid, knowing you have no choice but to leave now. 

Grabbing the pod you bolt in the opposite direction of the commotion. heading down a long corridor, shooting anyone who comes in your way.

Turning into a vacant room you pinpoint a window, shattering the glass with your arm, wincing as the glass cuts through your jacket and skin. Your movements quicken when you hear the droid conversing with someone down the corridor, hastily you fling the locked pod and jump out after it. Leaping onto your blurrg and ride away from the site. 

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lemon and leather;

summary: It’s by chance that you stumble upon Geralt of Rivia; it’s by chance that you fall in love with him, too.

pairing: geralt of rivia x reader

word count: 8.1k

warnings: smut, mentions of expectations of marriage, use of the word whore, geralt being a nasty ass and covered in dirt

note: um 👀 hey guys,,,, turns out watching henry cavill kill people in a bad lace front awakened something in me!! who’s surprised!! not me!! anyways this was a big excuse to write geralt smut but also a big excuse to write geralt fluff. pls dont snipe me if the characterization is wrong, ill cancel myself. let me know what you think!! scream in my ask box, send me geralt fluff and smut headcanons, go crazy, go stupid 😌😌😌 also if you want to listen 2 something while you read i have a playlist that i use whenever im writing medieval-y type stuff right here <3

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Simplistic movie styled posters for some of Gabriels episodes in Supernatural. 

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Hey

Maybe it’ll have a happy ending? You never know.

got one thing on my mind

spilled pasta on my toes