Just A Big Boy In A Small World

Everything that comes out of my mouth is a joke. You need to understand that if you’re ever gonna like me. I call myself big boy but that’s also a joke. I’m just a fat 18 year old

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Why is nobody writing for rick sanchez X fics anymore??? Gahhhhhh and I don't mean the nsfw, I'm sick of seeing those! I mean like the adventure packed fic type shiii y'know? Like romance but subtle, SLOW BURN that makes me anticipate the next chapter... I wish people write fics again.....

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For you

Summary; Geralt's been lying to you about his pain. Now he'll do anything to get you to stay. Pairing; Geralt of Rivia x Female Reader WordCount; 538 A/N; Hey lovelies back with another drabble. My requests are open and my guidlines are pinned to the top of the page! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

Geralt stormed through the crowd ignoring the stares and the hushed remarks. Examining the crowd, he searched for you. You'd stormed off after you'd learned he'd lied. Lied about how injured he was. He gritted his teeth pain spreading all over his body as he pushed through. He caught a glimpse of your navy cloak, and Geralt's pace picked up. Never before had he been grateful for a Witcher's reputation.

Much to Geralt's surprise, he caught up to you, reaching out he grasped your hand in his. You immediately pulled back, turning hurt in your eyes. "I told you to leave me alone." "No." You turned your body to face him. Geralt dared to face your wrath as he stepped into your space. You took a step back but Geralt stepped forward, and your jaw tightened. "Shouldn't you be off, pretending to be okay, when you're one hit away from collapsing?" Your eyes turned away as they glassed over, Geralt reached out taking your hand, you didn't yank it away from him his time. "That is the life of a Witcher." With a tug of your hand, Geralt tightened his entwining your fingers together. "That is the life of witcher." With a tug of your hand, Geralt tightened his entwining your fingers together. "I will not stand by and watch you work yourself into the ground." Geralt's stomach sank. He should have known you would leave him soon enough. Yet he couldn't imagine his life with you by his side. "No," Your eyes flickered between his searching for something. "No?" "You're not leaving." "I'm not watching you kill yourself. It's not-" "I fucking love you." Eyes winded, mouth agape, Geralt closed any remainder of a gap, whispering the words again, a private moment between the two of you. "Don't leave me. I can't force you to stay, but this belongs to you. It always has." Geralt brought his hand entwined with yours to his heart. "I don't want to leave you, but I can't watch you keep doing this to yourself. You wouldn't even tell me-" "I'll take a break. I'll take some time to heal. Pick a location and we're going." "Geralt," Geralt kept your hand firmly on his heart. "I don't want to influence you into something you wish to not do." "You're not. My world changed. The moment our eyes laid on each other. Whether I knew it or not. So name a place and we'll gather supplies and go." "Promise me, you never lie to me about being in pain." Geralt leaned in, breaths mingling with one another. "I swear to you." Geralt leaned down pressing his lips to yours firmly, circling his free hand around your waist, you reached out to the nape of his neck, playing with the small hairs. You pulled away to inhale, just about to rejoin your lips, Geralt chasing your lips when you looked past him. "Geralt, we've got an audience." You whispered under your breath. "Let them. They're only envious of what they're lacking." Your lips fought a smile. Geralt purposely brought your lips down onto yours. If they were going to stare, he was going to enjoy kissing you once more. Then his rest could begin.

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My Own (Chapter 10)

Summary:

Geralt finds himself once more on the path, gloomily looking at what lies ahead.
And you? You had no one, no home and certainly no coin. Well that’d be something you had in common. No coin. You two are surely off to a great start…


Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Fem. Nymph Reader

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, Geralt feeling guilty, teasing, pet names, oral sex (fem. receiving), size kink, breeding kink, biting, rough sex, p in v, brattyness, possessiveness, happy & fluffy ending

 Wordcount: 4.2K

 

A/N: Can’t believe this is the last chapter. Hope you’ll like it…As always any mistake is my own. Appreciate every reblog and comment. Thank you and most importantly enjoy ;) ❤️✨

!The Witcher characters and world are not mine!

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(In case you’ve missed CHAPTER 9)

 

CHAPTER 10

You had to walk, because riding on Roach would hurt worse than going by foot. So you and Geralt trudged side by side through the forest.

 

Again, you were the first to speak up, after an hour of silence, “You know that it wasn’t your fault, right?”

 

 

Geralt turned to watch you for a moment, trying to guess, why or how you could possibly know, he felt guilty. But you gave nothing away, so he simply assumed it had to do with your nature, being a nymph and all.

Though in truth, he just wasn’t as mysterious as he thought. You had seen how his jaw kept working, tightening every few steps, so you assumed he was tense, and the only explanation you could come up with was, that he must have something on his mind, so you’d guessed. Apparently quite accurately, going by his astonished expression.

After a while he finally answered,” It was my fault, if I had been quicker with my sword. None of that,” he gestured to your injured side, “would have happened.”

 

 

Thinking about his words, you waited a bit before replying,” You know what wouldn’t have happened also?”

 

“Hmm, what?”

 

“That werewolf, actually no, that man, would have died. He never would have been able to return home to his wife, to his two children. And now he won’t have to ever turn again. So technically speaking, you not only saved his life but any future being from getting mauled or killed by a werewolf, as well.”

 

 

Geralt couldn’t believe what he was experiencing, never before had someone so quickly been able to change his mind, though he had one last but,” Alright I get what you mean and I agree to some extent. But you were the one saving future victims from getting in harm’s way with your charm and neckless and all.

 

You only hummed and nodded.

 

 

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It took you longer than you had anticipated to reach the waterfall. It was already late afternoon, when your eyes landed on the lake.

 

 

The body of water sparkled invitingly, surface gently rippling from the constant stream of the waterfall.

 

Your feet automatically lead you closer, then you exclaimed, “So beautiful!”

 

 

While Geralt had to agree the scenery was stunning, he found it had nothing on you. As you stood there, carefully removing your shoes to feel the water on your bare feet, he thought you looked more beautiful than anything or anyone he’d ever seen. The comparison to a flower, filling his mind again. Though a feisty one…

 

 

Feeling the cooling water on your skin was heaven, you just knew it would do wonders for the wound and all the other aches still deeply ingrained in your muscle memory. But you also knew, to have the full effect you had to be completely submerged in the water.

Turning back around, you found Geralt already looking at you, “I…I have to get in. Could you…could you turn around?”

 

 

His eyes crinkled in mirth as he answered, while stepping closer, “I could.”

Though he didn’t show the slightest inclination of doing so, he only continued to come closer.

 

 

When he came to a halt not even an arms length between you, he whispered, “Or…I could join you.”

 

Before you could gasp, he had gently pulled you against him, hand resting on your nape, pressing his lips to yours, this kiss for once uninterrupted. His soft, deep moan into your mouth had butterflies dancing in your belly, heat rapidly began to pool between your thighs.

 

 

You pushed against his shoulder, breaking the kiss, “Gotta do something first.”

 

And with that, you kneeled down. Not giving two shits about your clothes getting wet in the process. His sharp eyes rested upon you as you closed yours, beginning the complicated spell.

 

 

Your hands looked like they were dancing through the water, more ripples forming on the surface, as you began to utter your incantation. His gaze transfixed when the water started climbing, snaking up your thighs, like a vine, until your dark blouse lifted slightly so it could continue upwards.

 

 

The cool water was a relief against your burning wound, you sighed when you felt it prickling across your skin. Once you had spoken the last few words of your spell a white light shone from beneath the fabric of your blouse. Then the water-vine dropped and the only rippling of water was on the other side, where the waterfall met the lake. Finally all your pain was gone.

 

Upon opening your eyes, you were surprised to find Geralt kneeling in front of you. He reached out, carefully lifting your blouse, making a content noise in the back of his throat when he saw your skin unmarred once more. He let one of his rough fingers gently glide over your ribs, making sure the wound was really gone.

 

 

You smiled cheekily at him, taking his wrist, to pull it, and the fabric further up. He got the notion and gently removed your blouse all the way.

 

 

Groaning when he could now see your erect nipples standing at attention.

“Oh fuck, look at you.”

 

You coyly bit your lip, teasing him, “Actually I’d like you to do more than just looking…”

 

 

He growled, “Little brat all the way, huh?”

 

Though he didn’t wait for another cheeky answer, he pulled you onto his lap. Your thighs having to part, to accommodate him in-between them, whimpering when you felt his bulge press against you.

 

 

He grinned meanly, nibbling on your earlobe while grunting,” That’s right, you’ll take…Every. Last. Inch.” Each word underlined by a tender bite to your neck.

 

 

It made you squeal in delight, picturing how he’d fill and pound into you, in any and every possible way.

 

The only warning you got, “Hold on tight,” before he effortlessly stood up with you in his arms. What surprised you even more was, that he sat you down again, so that you had to stand on your own feet.

 

He couldn’t stop his hand from reaching out, he let his thumb tease across your nipple, tweaking it for good measure, which earned him the most wonderful mewl from you.

His smirk grew even more predatory as he commanded, “Undress.”

 

You complied immediately.

 

Standing now naked in front of him, even though he was still completely dressed, made you feel vulnerable, but in the best of ways.

The black fabric of his breeches pulled taunt over the enormous tent that had formed.

But you deemed it unfair, that he still had all his clothes on, so you didn’t let his eyes roam about your bared body for long. Gracefully you spun around, quickly wading deeper into the water, despite its coolness, until you couldn’t stand anymore.

 

 

Geralt watched you retreat into the lake, every one of your steps making your ass bounce deliciously. But he growled frustratingly, because now he was unable to reach you. Though he had every intention to remedy that, and quickly.

 

 

You laughed a little when his angry growl reached your ears, swimming a bit further into the lake. When there was a loud splash, your head whipped around. But the witcher was gone, only a heap of his clothes left on shore. He had dived into the water and now you couldn’t see him anymore.

 

You turned this way and that, but couldn’t spot him, so you called out, “Ah come on, you’ve had your fun. Where are you?”

 

Suddenly big arms hugged you close, wet lips against your sensitive ear-shell, “I’m here, you little minx.”

 

His warm body pressed into your back, making a shiver run up your spine. “And I have every intention on staying here,” whispering the last part, “for as long as you permit me to.”

 

 

This time, he felt your shiver and easily turned onto his back, swimming closer towards shore with just one arm, until his feet could touch the lake’s ground and he could stand.

 

 

Only now could you feel his stiffness poking into your lower back, filling you with the lewdest thoughts. His arm squished your breasts harder, therefore pressing you further into his broad chest. You tilted your head back, placing your lips against his jawline and nibbling lightly, causing him to growl again. Certain you had just felt his member twitch.

 

“Careful there. I will bite back.”

 

You couldn’t stop behaving like a brat apparently, as you mocked,” Hmm. Oh no, wouldn’t want the big, bad wolf to come out, now would we?”

 

 

That earned you an even tighter grip around your torso and a hand at your throat, squeezing once in warning.

 

“Won’t be able to hold back, if you continue to antagonising me.”

Though that only fuelled the desire, spreading through your body. Cunt clenching uncontrollably around nothing.

 

 

With his hand around your throat, you could only breathe back,” I don’t want you to hold back. Want. Every. Last. Inch.”

 

 

In your position you couldn’t see his face contort into a hungry grimace, but you felt the growl rip from his lips as it reverberated inside his chest and therefore against your back.

 

 

“Can’t say I didn’t warn you.”

 

And with that he started walking to shore, the minute the grassy ground was close enough, he unceremoniously dropped you. You were about to complain, but he roughly manhandled you into his desired position. Taking your breath away, when he ripped your thighs apart to create enough space for him to kneel there.

 

He glowered down at you, tilting his head slightly, as his eyes slowly began roaming your body. Stopping at your tits to admire the soft flesh of your breasts, before continuing to move downwards.

 

 

You began panting, as you were now able to see his wild expression, full of hunger and desire as he stared at your dripping pussy. A little overwhelmed by his heated glare, you unconsciously tried to close your legs, but his steel like grip prevented you from doing so.

 

 

Suddenly his intense eyes snapped back up to your face, shaking his head, “None of that, little pup. That right there, “he nodded to your pulsing centre, “is mine. MINE. Do you understand?!”

 

Pathetically aroused by his possessiveness and the pet name, you whimpered and nodded.

 

 

Geralt knew exactly what his words did to you, smirking evilly when he continued, “Oh will you look at that, I thought you hated being called pup.”

And as if on cue, your treacherous cunt started clenching.

 

“And yet, here’s your little pussy, completely drenched for me when I call you pup.”

 

 

When only another whimper escaped your mouth, Geralt chuckled darkly, “That’s right. My little puppy, aren’t you?”

 

 

He didn’t wait for your answer, not that you would have been able to reply anyhow, before he sunk down further. Hot ragged breath against your most intimate place, big hands digging into your soft thighs, holding you open for him.

 

 

When his nose pressed into your clit, your back bowed of the ground and he grinned up at you, clearly enjoying teasing you mercilessly.

 

As Geralt gazed at your scrunched up face, pleasure written all over your features, his grip tightened even more. He needed to taste you and now. So he dove in, tongue slithering through your wet folds like a serpent.

 

He managed to have you mewling for him in seconds, hips trying to ride his face because his slow pace was driving you absolutely insane.

 

“Ge-geralt…”

 

His name moaned from your lips, sounded like the finest tune in his ears. Without removing his face from your centre, he replied, “Yes, pup? Tell me what it is you need.”

 

 

You wished you could, but with every swipe of his fat tongue, he erased all your thoughts and with that, the hope to formulate a decent sentence.

 

You could feel his groans against your core, when a long finger suddenly started to push inside, “Fuck, you’re so tight, might actually not fit.”

 

 

“Ah mhmm.”

 

 

His finger was now all the way inside, knuckles brushing against your hole, “What was that? Fucked the thoughts right out of you, with just one finger, huh?”

 

 

You would have slapped him, if he didn’t make you feel this amazing, so instead you reached down, pulling his still wet hair and therefore face harder against your pussy.

He more than complied, as he started to eat out your cunt with vigor, enjoying the slightly painful pull on his scalp and every sweet moan from your lips. He was quickly able to add another finger, beginning to spread you in preparation for a much larger intrusion. His own cock was raging painfully, and he had to stop himself from humping the grass like a pitiful virgin wanting to get his dick wet for the first time. Your whimpers drove him to the brink of insanity, but he knew he had to make you come at least once before you could take him. Impatient he doubled his efforts, two fingers pistoling in and out, while he circled your clit with his tongue.

 

 

“Ah… there right there…soo close,” you nearly screamed, when Geralt hit your g-spot every time he plunged his fingers inside.

 

 

It didn’t take long for him to get you off, growling when he felt your imminent orgasm. He couldn’t spread his fingers any longer as your cunt bore so tightly down around them. With a last clever bite to your little nub, you were flung over the edge, so suddenly all you could feel was total ecstasy flooding your body.

 

“Yes that’s it come for me. Come on my fingers, just like that.”

 

 

You hummed quietly once your breath had calmed down enough, both hands reaching down trying to pull the witcher up by his shoulders. Reluctantly he finally let your poor cunt rest, pulling his fingers and tongue away, to crawl up, completely covering your body with his. Elbows supporting his weight so he wouldn’t crush you beneath him.

 

 

Even though he just made you come so hard you were seeing stars, your pussy felt terribly empty, wanting something to fill the space again. His wild eyes rested on your face, searching for something, and finding it when you smiled at him wickedly.

 

“There’s my wild, little pup.”

 

Your hands were still resting on his shoulders, pulling him down into a sensual kiss. Though it quickly grew more heated, teeth clashing and loud groaning, every bit the wild animal you had just witnessed between your legs.

 

 

Then it slipped out, without your mind’s consent, “Need you… need you to breed me…”

 

 

Geralt stopped all motion, staring down at your equally surprised face. Though he recovered a lot quicker than you did, “Say that again.”

 

 

When you only continued to stare at him wide eyed, still a little shocked by your own words, he glared at you.

 

 

Without warning, he jumped up, taking you with him. You swiftly wrapped your arms and legs around his body for more stability, as he snarled directly into your ear, “Say. That. Again!”

 

 

Only when he bit down where your neck met your shoulder, were you finally able to pull free of the stupor you had been in, “Fuck. Please, Geralt breed me. Need…need.”

 

He bit you again, this time harder, making you shriek, when he roared, “What do you need?!”

 

 

“Need your…your cock to breed me. Please! Ger-alt!”

 

 

His sharp teeth sunk into your skin, not letting go. Then you felt it, the wide tip of his cock dividing your lower lips. You hadn’t had time to really look at his cock before, but you didn’t have to, to know he was every bit as thick as he had said.

 

 

Having your warm, wet folds spread around his tip felt heavenly already. One hand squeezing your ass, easily holding you above his heavy cock. Geralt’s other hand gripping his base, positioning himself perfectly beneath your hole.

 

 

Removing his teeth from your shoulder made you hiss with anticipation. Excitement cursing through you. He let the hand at your arse wonder upwards, settling on your upper back, so he could lean you back a little bit and look at your face. After all, he wanted to see every micro expression when he’d enter you for the first time.

 

 

And just like that, be began pushing his tip in, both of you moaning when it wholly popped inside. The head was already so wide you had to try to relax, knowing there was much more to come.

 

 

His hips twitched involuntary, pushing more of his length inside, making you yelp. “There, there pup. You can take it.”

 

 

Your walls were strangling him, he had difficulty breathing, especially combined with the bruising grip you had on his shoulders and the little noises escaping the back of your throat.

 

 

He kept on pulling you down, on his cock inch by inch, eyes fixed on your scrunched up face, so he could see when to stop in case it’d be too much for you.

 

 

It was right on the edge of too painful, as your cunt was spread wide open to accommodate his insane girth. After moments of taking deep breaths, Geralt began placing small kisses on your face, succeeding in relaxing you and making you sink lower still.

 

 

“Halfway there, just a little bit more.”

 

 

That made your eyes fly open, “Halfway?!”

 

 

His smug chuckle, did nothing to sooth you as you stammered, “Can’t…no that’s too much. Doesn’t fit…”

 

 

He had the audacity to taunt you, with your earlier words no less, “Thought, you’d take every last inch of me? Bit more off than you can chew, pup?”

 

 

There it was again, that damned pet name, making your cunt pulse and him chuckle more as he felt every little movement around his stupidly, big cock.

 

 

You hissed, “Well that was before…”

 

 

“Before what?”

 

 

God did you hate him right now. Him and his smug grin.

“Before…before I knew how big you w…,” interrupting yourself with a loud whine.

 

 

Geralt amused by your bratty remarks, had tilted his hips, knowingly pushing against your special spot and shutting you right up.

His plan was to make you relax, else you really wouldn’t be able to take him, so he sneaked one hand down between your bodies and pressed the heel of his palm into your clit. Your reaction was instant, lips forming a big o, though no sound left them, too stunned by the electric current strumming through your body at the touch.

 

 

“Think I really have to fuck the brattiness out of you, hmm?”

 

 

You keen lowly, feeling how you were sinking down on his shaft, this time without pain despite his massive length spearing you open. You threw your head back, as the final inch passed through your hole, filling you up so much you were sure he reached past your navel.

 

 

He rumbled darkly, “See, told you, I’d fit…fuck, there you go.”

 

 

Emboldened by his words, you carefully circled your hips against his, testing the waters. You were sure, he must be splitting you down the middle. But because his palm was still pressed against you, the little pain you actually felt, soon made room for bliss.

 

 

Geralt’s mouth roamed your throat, biting here and there, waiting, growing increasingly impatient. Your walls enclosed him so tightly he wasn’t entirely sure he’d be able to move.

 

 

Finally you had eased up on your death grip a little. And your next words ended the sweet hell of his immobility, “Please, Geralt mo-move.”

 

It was barely there, so caught up in your own bliss you weren’t able to raise your voice above a whisper. But it had instantly broken the spell the witcher had been under, making him roar when he lifted you up, only to let you fall back down onto his cock.

 

 

He didn’t ease you into it, an insane pace from the start. And every single fall, was met by such a powerful thrust upwards, you were sure you’d be incapable of walking, come morning.

 

 

Your channel squeezed him tighter with every harsh pound inside your cunt, walls fluttering around him.

“Ah fu-uck Geralt,” you cried out after an especially brutal thrust.

 

 

“Yeah, feel good? That what you wanted, pup?!”

 

You could only screech in respond as he repeatedly stole your breath away, when he bottomed out with every forceful shove into your quivering pussy.

 

 

Not knowing how he did it, but not complaining either, he ever increased his pace, fat cock bullying your cervix mercilessly. You were losing yourself completely in pleasure, moan after moan spilling out, followed by equally loud growls from him.

Each drop and motion against him, made a loud squelching sound, that would have you hiding your face away in embarrassment, if you still had the capacity to be ashamed. But Geralt had truly fucked out any decent thought, no longer caring if anyone would hear your loud cries.

 

 

The witcher drilled into you without abandon, cursing as he felt himself growing closer to the finish line, though he knew you weren’t far behind.

 

“Yeah, ready to be filled? Gonna come so deep inside, you’ll drip my cum for days!”

 

 

His filthy words, tipped you right over, whole body spasming in his hold as you came. The sound you made so pathetic and purely animal, Geralt’s own orgasm was ripped from him. His pace did not slow for another few pumps, until you’d truly milked him to completion. You felt his hot cum adding to the pressure inside your belly.

 

Still buried deep inside, he panted, “Fuck pup. Took it so well. Did so good f’r me.” Nuzzling your neck lovingly and breathing in your scent, now more mouth-watering than before.

 

 

You let your fingers card through his white hair, enjoying the closeness.

 

 

Once you both were ready, Geralt pulled out, making his spent dribble down your legs. Slowly he set you down, until you managed to stand on your own. When you walked into the water to clean yourself, you heard him laughing behind you. You turned around, eyebrow raised in accusation, “What are you laughing at?!”

 

 

He grinned, when he answered, “You’re wobbling around like a new born fawn.”

 

 

Your glare intensified as you grumbled back, “And whose fault is that?!!”

 

He swiftly joined you in the water, pressing his chest against your back like, before he replied lowly, “Mine.”

Though he didn’t sound apologetic, if you didn’t know any better he actually sounded quite proud of himself.

 

 

Then he helped you clean, gentle hands roving up and down your body, even softly kneading your muscles until you were pliant in his hold. He led you back outside and with a lazy wave of your hand you were both dried off.

The both of you quickly getting dressed, as the chill of the evening had begun to catch up to you.

 

 

Geralt watched your breasts vanish under your blouse, and when you caught him staring, you teased, “See something you like?”

 

 

As a serious expression overtook his face, you grew nervous, thinking maybe you had teased him too much and he had grown tired of your banter.

 

 

Though the opposite was the case. He unhurriedly approached, pulling you down with him, until you sat comfortably astride his thighs.

 

“Actually no, I didn’t see something I like,” he paused, gazing into your fearful eyes, though a faint smile was growing on his lips, “I saw something…I love.”

 

 

You gaped at him, shocked by his admission and at the same time beyond happy he felt that way.

 

 

“I meant it earlier, you know?” You stared at him quizzically.

 

“I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me, pup. I love you.”

 

 

You couldn’t help yourself, so overcome by emotion you took his face in your hands, pressing a kiss to his lips, before beaming up at his crinkling amber eyes.

 

“Hmm that could be a long while though. Because I’m not going to let you go, master witcher.”

 

He chuckled, hugging you closer to his warm body, “Well you’d better. I don’t intend to let you go either. As I said, you are mine.”

 

 

Geralt let himself fall backwards, until he lay on his back, with you sprawled over his torso like a weighted blanket, ready to fall asleep when you piped up again,” Geralt?”

 

“Hmm?”

 

“You know this goes both ways, right?”

 

“What does?”

 

Holding your breath, before letting the words tumble out, “I love you, too. And you belong to me, just as much as I to you.”

 

After a beat of silence, he shifted so he could see you face, “Of course. I’m yours and you are mine.” To your chagrin, he added, “My own, little puppy.”

 

You huffed indignantly, hitting him on the shoulder, “Hush. Look at you, not even needing Jaskier to ruin the romantic moment, apparently you are plenty capable yourself.”

 

His belly rumbled with laughter, his happiness so contagious you had to join in, giggling alongside his deep chuckles.

 

 

“Sorry, my love. I promise solemnly to get better.” His eyes still twinkled with mirth.

 

You simply ignored his amusement, too content with just lying here, so you snuggled closer into his chest for more warmth.

 

He lifted one of your arms, pulling you up, so your head lay just below his jaw. Then he placed a kiss on your palm, mumbling, “I love you. Sleep well, my little pup.”

 

You breathed back, “Love you too. Good ‘ight.”

 

 

Geralt had never felt this content and happy before. Certain, sleep would come easy tonight, and every night thereafter, as long as you’d be safely tucked away in his arms. Knowing that, he finally began to relax.

He listened to your slow, rhythmic heartbeat, until he was lulled to sleep himself. Though no dream of his could be better than the reality of knowing, you loved him too.

THE END

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The Cottage at the Edge of the Woods: Series Masterlist

Pairing: Geralt x reader (no Y/N)

Reader: Female, shorter than Geralt, written with a plus size reader in mind but generally nondescript

Summary: When monsters are cruel and the Continent is crueller, Geralt knows he can always find a few days of peace with you, the gentle healer who lives in the cottage at the edge of the woods.

Updated: 18/12/22

This series is non-chronological and is made up of blurbs and one-shots about a pair of pining idiots and their friends. You’re always welcome to request blurbs set in this universe, share your headcanons, and ask questions!

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BLURBS

Meet Ciri

Geralt gets injured

Ciri’s first night

The bard

First kiss

Kaer Morhen

On the kitchen table

Yennefer and the healer

Hands touching hands

Blanket

Snowball fight

Mead

ONE SHOTS

In Sickness and in Health (bonus deleted scene)

The Witchers Who Came To Tea

HEADCANONS

Healer’s horse 2 3

Love language and more

Plus sized healer

[ro-is-struggling]

Safer In His Arms || Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Requested by anon

Summary: Since you were little you always dreamed of meeting a noble and brave knight, falling in love and marrying him to rule your kingdom together until the end of your days. But as you looked around at the men that had come to the banquet to ask for your hand in marriage, it was clear that those dreams were nothing more than a fantasy. Or at least that's what you thought until fate crossed your path with Geralt of Rivia. The witcher, with his hard expression and cold stare, was the last person anyone would describe as warm or chivalrous. But not you. From the moment you met him, you saw nothing but kindness in his eyes. And when he managed to rescue you from the hands of bandits, you knew that maybe there was still some hope that your fantasy could come true —just maybe not in the way you had always imagined. 

Warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, mentions of sexual assault (nothing happens but if it’s triggering for you I wouldn’t read it), protective!geralt, SMUT MINORS DNI, virgin!reader, inexperienced!reader, loss of virginity (not accurate this is just porn!), dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, creampie, aftercare, fluff

English is not my first language

Word count: 13500 (not even sorry)

Notes: I don't know why I keep giving every princess I write a sad/tragic story, sorry about that. Also this ended up being way more smutty than I anticipated, sorry about that too (not really). It was supposed to be a fun little hurt/comfort fic about Geralt saving the reader but it developed a mind of its own and ended up being another excuse to write more smut. I tried to make the smut a bit more fluffy than normal since it's supposed to be the reader's first time, but I didn't want it to be too fluffy given that they technically barely know each other, so there's no actual love between them (if that makes sense?). So, sorry if it's a bit all over the place!

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The cold breeze of the summer night hit your skin the moment you set foot outside, reminding you that you should have taken a coat. While the days tended to be hot this time of year, once the sun set over the horizon a cool breeze embraced the entire kingdom, courtesy of the ocean forces that surrounded the borders of the land. It was quite peaceful. On a quiet night you loved to sit in the courtyard listening to the waves crashing against the rocks and smelling the scent of the salty water that was carried by the winds and mingled with the sweet perfume of the garden flowers. It seemed to always bring peace to your troubled mind, and that was exactly what you needed right now.

You could still hear the noise coming from inside the castle, though it was slowly getting lost in the sound of the sea. The laughter, the chatter, the joyful music, it all faded into the background as you plopped down on one of the seats in the courtyard, allowing yourself a moment to take a deep breath and let the beauty of your kingdom impart some of the wisdom you so desperately needed. All the guests were there for you —to talk and dance with you, to make unattainable but romantic promises in exchange for your hand in marriage— and yet all you wanted to do was disappear. You were tired of the politics, the diplomacy, tired of feeling the pressure of having to decide the future of your life and your kingdom in one night. The choice of a husband was very important to your parents, to your people and it should be to you too, but all you wanted was for the day to be over.

"I'm glad to see I'm not the only one feeling overwhelmed in there." A deep voice startled you. 

Looking up you were met with a tall man leaning against one of the stone pillars supporting the roof of the covered section of the courtyard. His arms were crossed over his chest, muscles showing through the fabric of his clothes. His white hair hid part of his face, though you could still make out his hard expression and defined jaw. But what caught your attention the most was not the size of his muscles or the fact that the clothes he was wearing seemed too elegant for someone like him. No, what caught your attention the most were the amber eyes that watched you, admiring you from a distance, hiding behind a few rebellious strands of hair. You had never seen such beautiful eyes before. They were piercing, and yet there was a softness in them. Like the sun on a summer afternoon, they shone with an intensity that would have blinded anyone. But you were mesmerized by them, unable to look away. 

"Though I must admit I did not expect to find you here, your highness, given that you are the center of the party."

"I needed some fresh air." You managed to say, forcing yourself to look away from his eyes. "I lost count of the number of men I danced with tonight...I just needed a break."

"That bad, huh?" His lips curved upward slightly, giving his hard expression a softer look. "I suppose if any of them had made a good impression at least you would remember their name."

"It wouldn't matter anyways. My parents have a very strong opinion about the one I should choose." You let out a bitter chuckle. "This banquet is just a formality, a contingency plan.... Give everyone a false sense of hope so they won't attack us for feeling left out."

"I'm sure you still have some sort of control over the whole thing. You're the one getting married after all."

"Since when does a woman's opinion matter when there's wealth and power involved? I'm just a pawn in their political game." Your gaze dropped, focusing on the embroidered details of your dress to avoid facing the intense gaze of the man in front of you. "When I was a girl I used to dream of growing up, meeting a brave and honorable prince and falling in love with him... now I know that feelings come after marriage, if they come at all."

Geralt watched you walk arround the courtyard, your fingers tracing the petals of the flowers that decorated the place without paying much attention to your movements. You had a blank stare and a sad expression adorned your delicate face. He was not a big lover of royalty —he didn't care about politics and didn't like the arrogant tone with which most of them used to speak—, but you were different. When he looked at you he didn't see a spoiled, arrogant princess or a manipulative political figure capable of anything to get their way. He only saw a sad and disillusioned young woman, confused about her future and the responsibility that fell on her shoulders. 

Geralt felt bad for you and had an inexplicable urge to hug you, though he restrained himself. He opted to move closer to you, just took a couple of steps forward and he was already able to breathe in the scent of your perfume. His nostrils were pleasantly assaulted by the sweet scent emanating from your skin and hair. It was special, a blend of jasmine, vanilla and a hint of sea water. It was like nothing he had ever smelled before and he was sure that your scent would linger in his memory for a long time.

"It is still your life." He spoke behind your back and you turned to look at him. He seemed much bigger now that he was closer to you. His figure towered over you imposingly, yet his eyes were soft. "You can always take back your control over it." Your lips curved upward slightly and Geralt thought the smile suited you much better than the grimace of sadness. 

You appreciated his effort to improve your mood. He was a complete stranger who had no reason to listen to your complaints about a life that many considered privileged. And though his words were simple, they accomplished their purpose. You felt so helpless and trapped that you were unable to see that things didn't end there. Yes, you were forced to marry someone you did not love for the sake of your kingdom, but that was not the same as giving up your life, your control and power over it. There was still hope.

"Thank you..." you trailed off, realizing at that moment that you had opened yourself so sincerely to a man whose name you didn't even know. 

But before he could introduce himself, a voice in the distance interrupted you, answering for him.

"Geralt! There you are! I have been looking everywhere for you. You are supposed to protect me, you know."

Geralt let out an irritated sigh as the man you recognized as one of the many musicians hired by your parents to play at the banquet approached you. You had to stifle a chuckle as you realized that rather than escaping the noise of the party, he had come there to get a break from his friend's vibrant and cheerful personality. They were an odd pair, but you had no doubt that there had to be trust between them from the way the bard addresses him.

“I’ve been doing the impossible to hide from Lord Kaius for ages! What the hell were you doing out her–” The artist's complaints were cut short when his eyes finally rested on your figure. "Your highness." He gave a subtle bow, the tone of his voice changing to a lower, more subtle one from one second to the next.

"I'm afraid it's my fault. I was preoccupying your friend with the problems that afflict my mind on this fine evening and he was too kind to interrupt me. He was a great help, but you can take him back now. You clearly need him more than I do."

"Won't you come inside, your highness? You wouldn't want to miss your own party." The bard asked and you smiled at him. 

"In a moment. I'd like to enjoy the peace and fresh air for a while longer."

Geralt didn't know why, but his eyes kept searching for you in the crowd of people dancing and eating like there was no tomorrow. After Jaskier dragged him back to the banquet hall —and after saving him from the fury of the man whose daughter had lost her innocence in the hands of the bard—, he kept his eyes on the big dark wooden doors, waiting to see you enter. But the minutes passed and there was no sign of you anywhere. He hadn't seen you come through the door and he couldn't find you in the crowd of people or see you at the royal table sitting next to your parents. You had disappeared and some people were beginning to notice.

For a moment, Geralt wondered if perhaps his words had encouraged certain behaviors in you. Maybe your way of taking control of your life was to run away from there, leaving your parents, your suitors and your responsibilities behind and start from scratch. He was wondering if perhaps he should go out to look for you, when his thoughts were interrupted by the sudden entrance of a man running towards the king and queen waving a paper in his raised right hand.

"The princess has been kidnapped." He announced loudly, causing the entire room to fall into a deep silence. 

The musicians stopped playing, the people dancing stood motionless in the middle of the room and the queen almost fainted at that very moment. There was a collective sigh and then nothing. Pure silence while the king read the note that had been left behind by the bandits, establishing a payment for the recovery of the princess.

However, the silence did not last long. It was a room full of princes, knights and lords who were there to win the heart of the princess —or at least, the political interest of her parents— so chaos was bound to break out at a time like that. Lord Einar, the one who had found the note in the courtyard, was the first to offer his services to save the princess. His bravery set off a chain reaction of man after man appearing before the king to justify why they were the best suited for the task and not their competitors. And as they fought among themselves, Geralt decided to take matters into his own hands. 

He finally felt comfortable as he inspected the courtyard and its surroundings for some sort of clue as to your whereabouts. For the first time since he had arrived at the castle he felt as if he actually had something to do there. Banquets and politics weren't his thing, but tracking down and hunting evil was. And while his area of expertise was monsters, he was willing to make an exception —anything to find an excuse to get him out of the political mess unfolding in the banquet hall.

His senses enhanced by the mutation allowed Geralt to follow the path that your scent had left in the air. He only had to take a couple of deep breaths and he immediately caught the fragrance of jasmine and vanilla that he had smelled on your skin. It stood out above any other scent near him, almost as if he had you in front of him once again. All he had to do was follow it to the outskirts of the castle, where his tracking skills allowed him to form a clearer picture of the situation.

They were heading north, away from the ocean and into the forest. The four pairs of footprints in the dirt indicated the presence of three heavy men who were accompanied by a fourth subject that was not so pleased to be there. The footprints were more shallow and imperfect. They belonged to a person of smaller build who was being dragged by those men. Geralt found no blood on the path, so he felt optimistic. You were conscious and had no serious wounds that would leave traces of your blood on the road, so there was a high chance that he would arrive in time to save you.

Following the path became a little more complicated the deeper he went into the woods, but fortunately for him the vegetation was not so lush and the bandits had not hidden very far away. Soon he was able to hear their angry mutterings in the distance. The night wind carried your sobs with it and Geralt followed them as if it were a map straight to your whereabouts. 

You were being held captive in what appeared to be abandoned land. There was a dirty old shack and behind it, in the distance, Geralt could make out a barn that he had no doubt was in the same condition. A dim light was escaping through the half-open wooden door, so he knew that was where he had to go. 

Two of the bandits scattered around the property to control the perimeter while one remained inside with you. Geralt was able to slip past them unseen with ease. Clearly, they were not men of great intellect and wisdom. Only a fool would kidnap a princess on the one night she was surrounded by strong and capable noble knights looking to prove themselves to her. Although glancing around, he was the only one there, so perhaps the bandits had a point.

Geralt was very careful with his movements, seeking to stay in the shadows as long as possible to assess the situation. He knew he could take out those men without breaking a sweat, even if they attacked him all three at once. But he had to consider that you were in the middle and any mistake he made could end badly for you. So he took his time, stealing a glimpse of the barn through the cracked door. His vision was limited by the odd angle from which he was forced to observe the scene, as well as the dim light that illuminated the room. Geralt was considering going in with his sword held high and end it all, when a sudden movement forced him to retreat so as not to be found.

Still, he got to see the way the man was mistreating you, pushing you violently against a pile of hay while you cried and begged for your life. And he got to hear the string of degenerate words he spat at you, enjoying the fear in your voice as you struggled to keep your distance from him. It made Geralt angry. Very angry.

The next sequence of actions happened so quickly that it was hard for you to process it. Although, to be honest, your mind wasn't quite there either. A part of you was completely missing, preparing to face the worst. When your captor lunged at you, effectively imprisoning you against the hay and almost completely restricting your movements, your mind transported you to another place. You could still hear his voice in the distance, smell his unpleasant odor and feel his weight on your body, but it all felt distant, muffled by the sounds of the ocean waves crashing against the rocks and the smell of salt water. Your body was still struggling to break free and tears were still streaming down your cheeks, but your mind was preparing to face the horror you knew was coming.

"You can cry all you want, no one is coming to save you." The man clicked his tongue, an evil smile forming on his lips. "A castle full of people and not a single man in sight, what a shame! But don't worry, princess, the time has come for you to know what a real man is." He moved his hands to the buttons of his pants, his leering gaze roaming over your body. You felt like screaming, crying and vomiting all at the same time, but you remained immobile, not knowing how to react. You simply closed your eyes, concentrating on the images of the sea you loved so much, waiting for the moment to pass.

But instead of feeling the weight of your captor's body on you again, you felt the splatter of warm liquid on your skin. Droplets rolled down your cheeks, mixing with your tears, and streams fell on your clothes. When you opened your eyes you found the sharp point of a sword poking out of your captor's pierced stomach. It was his blood that drenched your body, his blood that stained your clothes. It poured down on you from the wound in his stomach and from the cut in his throat that prevented him from producing more than broken cries as he drowned in his own blood.

It took you a few seconds to understand what was happening. Your confused mind, on high alert for new dangers, was not able to comprehend that the death of your captor was something positive for you. You only saw blood in quantities you had never seen before and could not help but scream as you watched in horror as the sword disappeared inside the bandit's body —splashing a few more drops of blood on its way out.

In the blink of an eye, the dying body of your captor was removed from above you and was replaced by a hand that pressed over your mouth to silence you. You struggled against it, your own hands snapping out of their state of shock to clutch at the arm of the new danger in an attempt to separate it from you. But then your eyes focused on the man leaning over you, the one who had saved you and who was desperately asking you to keep quiet.

A surge of calm ran through your body as you made contact with those golden eyes that intrigued you so much. You knew then that you were no longer in danger for Geralt had come to your rescue. Your heart was still beating almost inhumanly fast, pumping adrenaline throughout your body, and your breathing was still rapid, but you were able to calm your whimpers of protest under his hand. You stopped fighting him, trusting that you would be safe under his care.

"There are more-" You tried to warn him as he removed his hand from your mouth, but Geralt shushed you.

"I know, they're outside. That's why I need you to stay quiet and hide while I deal with them. Can you do that, your highness?" You nodded slowly, letting Geralt lead you to the back of the barn. He settled you behind a pile of hay that was large enough to hide your crouched figure, asking you to stay there until he came back for you, no matter what you heard outside.

"Wait! Don't leave me!" you panicked as he took a step away from you. Your hand flew to his arm, clinging to his clothes in an attempt to keep him from leaving. You knew what he had to do, but the thought of being alone again terrified you.

"Everything will be fine." Geralt tried to calm you, his voice a soft whisper. "I promise I will come back for you." 

He gave you a moment before trying to leave once again, waiting for you to let go of his arm willingly rather than forcibly push you away. Geralt knew you were terrified and needed support, and he was more than willing to give it, but first he had to take care of the bandits that were still on the loose. And it would not be wise to fight them while you were present. It would only distress you further and put you in unnecessary danger. So, with a slight nod, he left you in the barn once more, disappearing into the night to finish what he had started.

You curled up in your place, listening to the distant sounds of the fight as you let another wave of tears roll down your cheeks. The smell of blood and dirt surrounded you. You were covered in it —in dirt, from being pushed back and forth around the place; in your captor's sweat, after he threw his body over yours; and in his blood, thanks to Geralt's fierce but effective attack. It made you want to vomit. The reality of the situation was starting to sink in, and your mind was slowly beginning to understand the great danger you were in and how lucky you were that Geralt showed up when he did.

“Princess?” 

His voice brought you back to reality. He was kneeling beside you, looking at you with concern in those beautiful yellow eyes. The skin on his face was stained with a few drops of blood, as you imagined yours to be, but that did not lessen the softness of his expression. You threw yourself into his arms without a second thought, hiding your face in his neck as you sobbed in relief to know that the danger was over.

"It's okay, you're safe. I'm here, it's going to be okay." Geralt muttered against your hair, pulling you into his arms hoping that would be enough to help ease your nerves. 

He held you against his body for as long as you needed him to, stroking your back with his hand in a slow, delicate way to inspire some sense of calm in you. He didn't move for a moment, not even when your sobs began to fade and your breathing became regular. No, Geralt waited for you to make the first move, breaking away from him when you were ready to do so. 

"It's all right. You're fine. Just breathe with me. In...and out...in...and out. All right." 

You let the soft but deep tone of his voice slowly wash away the paralyzing fear and nerves that plagued you. You focused on the warmth of his body and the way his arms wrapped around you, making you feel safe. You mimicked the rhythm of his breathing, letting him slowly guide you back to normal. 

When you opened your eyes again the world around you was no longer spinning. Your vision was still a little blurry from the tears, but you could make out perfectly the yellow eyes, bright as the summer sun, watching you carefully.

"There you are!" Geralt gave you a small smile. "Did they hurt you?" You shook your head. Most of the blood on you at that moment wasn't yours, thankfully. Beyond a couple of bruises on your wrists from the bindings, and a split lip from a slap, you weren't injured. Your head hurt and you had twisted your ankle in an attempt to escape but it was nothing you couldn't handle.

"Who were they?" You asked in a shaky voice as you tried to stand up. You winced in pain as you put weight on your injured foot, but Geralt caught you in his arms before you lost your balance.

"Trust me, you're not going to like the answer to that."

A collective sigh was heard as you and Geralt entered the war room, where the king and queen were coordinating a rescue party with some soldiers and half of the suitors present at the banquet. It was a sigh of surprise rather than relief. It was clear that no one expected to see you there, much less with the disheveled appearance you had. 

Your mother was the first to react, running up to you with tears in her eyes. Although she couldn't bring herself to hug you, the blood that stained your ball gown was still fresh, so she settled for holding your cheeks in her hands while repeating over and over again how happy she was that you were safe. Your father reacted by sending the guards to arrest Geralt as his worried mind believed that the witcher somehow had something to do with your kidnapping. You had to stand between them, taking your savior's hand in yours to make your position clear. 

"What you imply is ridiculous! He saved me, father. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for him." you stated firmly, keeping your head held high and holding back tears in your eyes. 

"He very well could still be behind all this. He's a witcher who wasn't officially invited to the festivities and conveniently vanished in the middle of the night without a word. No one can attest to him but that bard..."

"No offense, your majesty, but I just felt as though the situation was not being treated with the necessary urgency." Geralt interjected, speaking in a calm and slightly defiant tone. "I knew for a fact that she couldn't be far away and that time was of the essence, but everyone at that feast seemed more interested in proving themselves worthy of glory and respect than saving your daughter's life. I just did what had to be done."

"How dare you speak that way about these noble men, witcher! Any one of them would be more than willing to give his life for my daughter!"

"He is right, father. If you want to find a culprit, you should direct your gaze to Lord Einar."

The room fell silent as all eyes turned to him. But his gaze was focused on you, staring at you with a fury you didn't know if the others were able to detect. He took a step forward and you tightened your grip on Geralt's hand, instinctively seeking his support. He stuck to your side, silently letting you know that he was ready to come between him and you if necessary —though he seriously doubted that Einar would be stupid enough to try to hurt you in front of the king.

"This is absurd!" Lord Einar complained with exaggerated outrage. "I will not allow myself to be disrespected in this way! I was invited to this feast to formalize my interest in the princess, which is greater than that of anyone in this room, if I may add. Have you forgotten that it was I who noticed the princess's strange disappearance? If I had not gone out to look for her, perhaps the news of her disappearance would have come too late. And may I remind you, your majesty, that it was I who first offered my services to bring her back safe and sound."

"That was the plan, wasn't it?" Geralt spoke through gritted teeth. "To pay some coins to a bunch of desperate bastards to take her so that you could rescue her and thus win her and the king's heart."

"I will not allow this... thing to disrespect me like this!"

"Your scent was on their clothes. Your name was the last thing they uttered before I slit their throats. You knew you didn't stand a chance with her, so you found a way to force your name to the top of the list."

Intimidated by Geralt's cold, hard stare, Lord Einar turned to look at the king. "These are nothing more than baseless accusations made by someone who clearly wants to distract us from his own guilt and involvement." he said, keeping his head held high as he lied through his teeth. "I beg you, my king, to consider punishment for this insolent witcher."

"Is this proof enough for you?" you snapped, tossing an object on the table. 

After the bandits were dead, Geralt had searched their bodies for some kind of proof that their words were true. That's how he had found a ring in the pocket of one of them that clearly didn't belong to them. It was made of a fine metal and in the center, engraved in gold, was the seal of a noble family: the Blakesley family.

The ring rolled against the dark wood, exposing Lord Einar's lies with each flick of the ring before the gaze of all present. There was nothing he could say to avoid the punishment that was coming, so when your father gave the order and the guards took him by force, he decided to take his rage out on you. His voice echoed through the corridors as he was escorted to the dungeon, shouting a string of insults at you. He questioned your honor and your ability as a ruler, claiming that he only wanted to marry you to ensure that the kingdom would not perish when your father died. 

Those were nothing more than the words of an unstable man who was filled with spite, angered by your rejection. You knew it meant nothing, but you still couldn't help but feel humiliated as he shouted all those things in front of so many people. Your eyes filled with tears and you clung to Geralt almost instinctively, hiding your face in his neck so no one would see you cry. He wrapped his arms around you, ignoring the very unfriendly looks that several of the men in the room gave him. 

Your mother ordered the room to be emptied, realizing that the crowd was doing nothing to help your condition. The last thing you needed at that moment was to feel watched and judged by a bunch of people, so she personally closed the doors behind the last guard to leave the room.

"You should take a long bath, my love. I'll send someone to prepare the tub and clean clothes for you. That will certainly make you feel better." Your mother spoke in a soft voice, placing a hand on your back. "And you, witcher, are more than welcome to stay tonight. I'll have a room prepared for you and bring you some clean clothes. We can talk more in the morning."

You gave your mother a smile as you wiped your tears with the back of your hand, trying to convince her that you were fine. She knew you weren't, but she also knew you well enough not to push you at that moment. So she left the room without adding anything else, leaving you alone with Geralt once again.

"Thank you... for everything." Your voice broke the silence, your eyes traveling from the door to Geralt's face. "I just realized I didn't thank you yet." 

"You don't have to." He didn't need to hear it from your mouth, he could see in your eyes how grateful you were. Your expression hadn't changed much since he had found you, even though you tried hard to hide it, there were still traces of fear and distress in your eyes.

"Of course I have to! You have saved me from a terrible fate, not only at the hands of those bandits, but also at the hands of that... man." There were other words with which you would have liked to describe him, but you decided it was not appropriate for you to utter them. He didn't even deserve that from you. "I'm glad you were dragged here... I don't know what would have become of me without you tonight, Geralt."

The room fell silent as you looked into each other's eyes. You lost yourself in the amber that surrounded his pupils —which seemed to be more dilated, although it could well be an effect of the light, you thought—, trying to discover the secrets hidden in his eyes. Geralt was not easy to read, no matter how hard you tried, you had no idea of the things that could be going through his head at that moment. And yet, there was something in his eyes that calmed you. When he looked back at you, there was a softness in them that invited you to continue to admire them forever. It was a connection unlike anything you had ever felt before. It piqued your curiosity and some other things you didn't quite know how to explain. 

Your hand was still intertwined with Geralt's and you weren't entirely sure for how long. Although you weren't complaining, you found the warmth of his skin against yours extremely comforting. It made you feel less alone, less vulnerable. You trusted him with your life, you knew that as long as he was around nothing bad could happen to you. And boy did you need that at that moment. You were still quite affected by everything that had happened and the idea of being alone terrified you. You needed company, but not just anyone. You needed his company.

"Would you mind escorting me to my chambers?" you broke the silence, clearing your throat to make sure your voice sounded firm. "My foot still hurts a little and I wouldn't want to fall down the stairs."

It was a foolish excuse. You knew it. Geralt knew it. The twisted foot you got while struggling with your captors was not a cause for concern. It hurt a little, yes, but you could still walk normally. All you wanted was an excuse not to be separated from Geralt and luckily for you, he played along. He allowed you to take his arm for stability and walked with you to your quarters. You appreciated his proximity, enjoying the feel of his body pressed against yours as his warmth enveloped you. But unfortunately it only seemed to aggravate his absence when he pulled away from you, willing to leave you alone so you could rest.

Your hand closed around his arm almost as an unwilling reflex. Your body craved his closeness. Your mind needed his company to be at ease. As much as you wanted to, you couldn't let Geralt leave. Not tonight at least. His eyes lingered on your hand, admiring how small it appeared when compared to his arm, before he looked up into your eyes, searching your expression for an explanation.

"Stay, please." Your voice was almost a whisper. Your eyes had trouble making eye contact with him for the first time since you had met. Geralt knew then that you were embarrassed of uttering those words. "I need you. I... I don't want to be alone tonight."

"Are you sure?" He said after a few seconds of silence, his expression firm but gentle. You nodded, looking at him with pleading eyes as you released his arm from your grip. Geralt sighed and finally crossed the threshold of the door, closing it behind him. 

Geralt allowed you to guide him across the room to a door that hid a large private bathtub on the other side. It was already filled with water and salts, ready for you to use it. Everything smelled of you, of that delicious combination of jasmine and vanilla that Geralt found so special. It was intoxicating, like he was breathing in your scent straight from the source. 

"Would you mind helping me with the lace?" Your voice brought him back to reality. Geralt watched as you turned around, gathering your hair over one of your shoulders to expose your back to him so he could unfasten your dress. He knew it was inappropriate and that he was probably breaking some rule —not to mention, taking advantage of the king's hospitality—, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. Not when you were offering yourself to him like that.

Geralt's hands caressed your back first, his fingers slowly tracing a path from your shoulders to where the lacing of your dress ended. You closed your eyes, holding your breath as you felt him slowly loosen your dress. You could feel his imposing figure towering over you. He was so close that you could hear his breathing and feel the heat radiating from his body. You liked the proximity, probably more than you should.

When Geralt finished his work and your dress began to slide down your shoulders, you knew you should have been embarrassed. You were used to being naked in front of servants, but they were always women you trusted, handmaidens who had taken care of you since you were little and helped you dress or bathe. You had never been so exposed in front of a man before and you should definitely feel ashamed, but you were not. You simply let the dress fall to your feet and stepped into the tub as if there was no man present.

The water was warm and the tub was deep enough to hide your modesty if you sat in the right position. The dim candlelight also helped, though ultimately you really didn't mind feeling Geralt's gaze on your body.

"Join me, please. The water's nice and there's room enough for both of us."

Your curious eyes unashamedly traced the muscles of his arms and torso as he revealed himself to you. You noticed the scars that marked his skin, some smaller and some larger, and you couldn't help but wonder what the stories behind them were. Geralt was an exceptional man, unlike anyone you had ever met in your life. He was so rigid and reserved, and yet he had shown nothing but kindness and gentleness in your presence. He was a mystery and you wanted nothing more than to discover what he hid behind those beautiful amber eyes.

Out of respect —and some embarrassment—, you looked away as his hands undid the buttons of his pants. You focused your attention on the jasmine petals floating in the water, feeling your cheeks grow warm as a small voice in your head encouraged you to look up. 

Geralt settled next to you in the tub, avoiding being too close or sitting in front of you so that you wouldn't feel uncomfortable or self-conscious in his presence. However, you needed his closeness, so you shortened the distance as much as you could, pressing your arm against his. When he didn't complain, you went a step further and rested your head on his shoulder. Geralt stood still for a moment, debating once again whether his actions were appropriate, but in the end he relaxed. 

He put his arm around your shoulders, effectively pulling you closer to him. A smile formed on your lips as you adjusted yourself in the new position, hiding your face in his neck. Geralt's fingers traced soft lines on the skin of your arm, a caress that both relaxed and excited you. That kind of intimacy was something new to you. Feeling his naked skin against yours, inhaling that musky scent mixed with something you couldn't describe as anything but his own essence, feeling the soft caresses of his calloused fingers, everything made you feel a certain way inside. You didn't have the exact words to describe it. It was like a flame, a warmth spreading through you that was both comforting and exciting. Ultimately, you didn't care about being able to put a name to what you felt. You just wanted to stay close to Geralt for as long as you were allowed.

Without even realizing it, your hand traveled up to his chest, your curious fingers tracing the jagged lines that marked his skin. You used the scars as a map to his body, letting them guide your path as you explored his chest with your touch. And as your fingers moved, you imagined the heroic stories behind each one, wondering what kind of monsters had inflicted them and if there were any that were human-made.

"I wonder how many princesses you've saved to end up like this." You broke the silence, your voice soft as you got lost in thought. It was mostly a joke, but there was some genuine curiosity hidden in it. 

"Surprisingly, less than you're probably imagining."

You didn't quite know why, but hearing Geralt say that put a smile on your lips. It made you feel special, in a way. He hadn't been hired to save you —technically he hadn't even been invited to the party—, he had no obligation to you or your family, and yet he had risked his life to help you. There was something in you that awakened in him his noblest instincts.

"I'm sure that's what you tell everyone." You laughed, looking up at him from your position on his shoulder. You could admire his profile, his sharp jawline and the way his lips curved upward slightly as he let out a huff.

"Often delicate young women like you find my methods to be too... grotesque. They don't see me as being much different from the monsters I kill." Geralt spoke honestly, remembering the horrified expressions on the faces of the maidens he had sought to save from danger in his past, when he had little experience as a witcher. He was young and naive at the time and believed he could use his skills for more than just hunting monsters. After all, evil came in all shapes and sizes, even in humans. It didn't take him long to understand that humans didn't see a knight of noble spirit when he intervened in such situations, only a mutant designed to kill.

You noticed his thoughtful expression, his eyes looking straight ahead as if his mind was transporting him to another place. You wondered what kind of memories he might have swirling around in his head at that moment, outraged to think that someone could treat him badly after he saved their life. You admitted that he had quite an imposing figure and that his expression wasn't very friendly most of the time, but you still couldn't understand how anyone could be afraid of him. Even before he saved you —when he was just a stranger who took the time to listen to your problems— you saw nothing threatening in him. His beautiful yellow eyes inspired nothing but trust in you from the first moment you made contact with them.

“Then they were all fools." You sat up straight, one hand resting on Geralt's cheek to force him to look at you. "I don't understand how anyone could look at you and see danger in you. Even covered in blood, all I see is... safety and comfort." You gave him a small smile as your finger carefully wiped a small spot of blood from his cheek.

"Or maybe you're being naively nice."

Geralt took a cloth that rested on the edge of the tub and dipped it in the warm water. Then one of his hands cupped your chin, tilting your face slightly so he could get a better look at you in the candlelight. The flames danced in the air, creating shadows on your delicate skin. But even in the dim light he could still see the splashes of blood that stained your beautiful face. They made such a contrast that it was impossible to ignore them. The implication of such a violent act had no place on the delicate face of a princess like you. He hated to see the scratch on your lip, the dirt on your cheeks, the dried blood on your skin. You should not have been subjected to such horrors and he wanted to do everything in his power to erase the evidence from your body. So Geralt took the trouble to wipe the blood away, carefully running the wet cloth over your skin until it was all gone.

You remained silent as he worked on you, completely immobile while you watched him closely. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, but his expression was gentle. His hands moved delicately over your skin, as if he was afraid of breaking you if he wasn't careful. You could barely feel the cloth brushing against your cheek from how slow and gentle Geralt was being. But his fingers... his fingers were another story.

They were warm against your skin, caressing every little spot the cloth passed through to soothe any possible irritation the fabric might arouse. They awakened a tingling sensation as they traveled down your face. When they reached your neck, you knew that Geralt could feel the accelerated pulsing of your heart against his fingertips. It was impossible that he couldn't when you could hear the beating in your ears yourself. His hands felt so big against your neck. If he wanted to hurt you, he could probably do it with just one hand. That should have scared you, considering he was a man you barely knew, but it didn't. You knew he wasn't going to hurt you, not when he caressed the sensitive skin of your neck and collarbones with such gentleness.

"Maybe I'm naive," you broke the silence, your voice barely more audible than a whisper. "But I honestly don't think a mutant designed to kill, as you say, would go to the trouble of caring for me the way you are doing."

Geralt's eyes looked up at you, that intriguing yellow you loved so much capturing you in a transe. They were calling you, daring you to dive into the ocean of honey and mystery that was his gaze. And you obeyed without the slightest resistance, letting your heart take the reins of your body. You leaned towards him, slowly. His hands were still on your neck, but he didn't use them to stop you. On the contrary, he leaned towards you too and when your lips finally collided, he used his grip on your jaw to deepen the kiss.

The kiss started slow, a quick brush of your lips as you finally let yourselves indulge in your deepest desires. But as you became more comfortable in each other's arms, the kiss intensified. You let Geralt guide you, knowing that he would undoubtedly have more experience than you. You surrendered to his lips and the caresses of his tongue, giving yourself to him completely as you struggled to keep up with him. 

That wasn't your first kiss, however, it was the first kiss that felt like this, so... intense, passionate. You barely remembered the boy who had given you your first kiss, but you knew you would remember Geralt for the rest of your life. You didn't know how he did it, but the simple touch of his lips and the strokes of his fingers on your skin turned you to mush between his hands. You had never felt anything like it before and you didn't want to stop. But despite your protests, Geralt suddenly pulled away from you.

"What are you doing?" He didn't sound annoyed or confused, more concerned. 

"I'm taking control of my life." You leaned into him once more and Geralt accepted your kiss, his desperate lips demonstrating his true intentions. He let his desires consume him for a moment before regaining control over his body and pulling away from you again.

"Are you sure?" It wasn't that he wanted to stop, but the voice of morality in the back of his mind compelled him to make sure you wanted the same. He needed to know that he wasn't taking advantage of you, that you weren't throwing yourself into his arms as a result of your vulnerable state after the attack.

"For as long as I can remember, I have always dreamed of meeting a noble prince who would protect me from danger. We would fall in love and live a long and happy life together after our marriage. Now I know that is impossible. I cannot choose who I marry. I cannot choose to marry for love. There's nothing I can do to change it, that's just the way things work." You paused, your hands reaching for Geralt's to entwine your fingers. "But I can still choose who to give myself to, body and soul, for the first time... and you're the closest thing I have to that fantasy."

There was a sadness in your eyes that made Geralt feel bad for you. He didn't know you very well, but he knew you deserved better than a future you didn't want. The inability to choose your own path in life was something that seemed to affect you greatly, and if he was able to bring you some peace he was willing to do so. But the tub full of dirty water was not the place for it, much less considering it would be your first experience of something like that. 

"Speak freely." You said after a few seconds of unbearable silence. "If you don't want to be with me because you don't like me I'll understand. But please don't turn me down just because you think you're guarding my honor or something. I want this... I want you."

Those last words seemed to do the trick, because Geralt's lips joined yours once again. Only this time the kiss was different, much slower and more sensual, though just as desperate. His lips moved in time with yours, tongues intertwined in a sinful dance as Geralt allowed his hands to slowly explore your body. His fingers ignited flames on your skin in their path, pleasure and anticipation building inside you. 

The water in the tub swirled violently as Geralt lifted you into his arms, moving you to sit on his lap as if you weighed nothing. You clung to his shoulders for support, feeling his fingers dig into the sensitive skin of your hips. But it didn't hurt, at least not in a bad way. It was a pleasant ache that made you feel alive. Just like his kisses, which trailed down your jaw to your neck, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin. 

Geralt's kisses continued their way down and you couldn't help but buck your hips against his when his lips closed over your nipple. You pushed your chest into him instinctively, giving yourself to him as one of your hands got lost in his hair. Pure pleasure traveled through your veins as his tongue played with your breasts, giving attention to one before moving on to the other. He held you tightly against his body, one strong arm stretched across your back while the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his growing erection. 

You both moaned as your cunt made contact with his cock. The sensation you felt when the tip brushed against your little bundle of nerves was unlike anything you had ever felt before. The pleasure was much more intense, much more raw. You could feel it spreading through your body and into your bones. So, naturally, you sought it again, creating a rhythm that had you panting in no time. 

You were forced to stop when Geralt suddenly stood up, carrying you in his arms. Your moan of pleasure turned into a cry of surprise, the water in the tub moving violently, flooding the room as he moved towards the exit. You clung to his shoulders, afraid of falling, as you asked him what he was doing.

"We can't do it here. It has to be done properly, in a bed where you’ll be comfortable, and not in a bathtub full of filthy water."

You couldn't help but smile to yourself as you understood the meaning of his words. Once again, Geralt was looking after you, worrying about you and your well-being more than any other man in your life had ever done. He wanted to make things right, to make sure that your first sexual encounter was a positive experience. And while he wasn't exactly the man you had imagined doing it with, he was quite close to it. Every thing he said, every gesture he made to you, made you feel more confident in your decision.

Geralt carefully laid you down on the bed, making sure you were comfortable before continuing his assault on your body. He kissed you again and, as you let his tongue explore your mouth, you couldn't help but think how much bigger he felt now that he was leaning over you. He had one arm on either side of your head, holding himself up so he wouldn't crush you with his weight. One of his toned legs rested in between yours, keeping you open and exposed to him. You were essentially trapped under his body, completely at his mercy, and you liked it.

The pleasure building up inside you was starting to feel too overwhelming. As much as you enjoyed Geralt's wet kisses, you needed more. You needed relief. So you pushed your hips into him once more, seeking that intoxicating pleasure you'd felt in the bathtub. Your wet pussy slid easily up his thigh and a wave of pleasure coursed through your body. 

"Fuck!" Geralt moaned as he felt your wetness trickling down his leg. You looked so sensual moving your hips against him with adoring desperation, struggling to find some relief. The little moans that fell from your lips in between ragged breaths drove him crazy, making it difficult for him to control his instincts. He had to be gentle with you, it was your first time and no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't pin you down and fuck you until your legs shook.

"Tell me, princess, have you ever touched yourself?" Geralt spoke against your skin as his lips continued their path of wet kisses down your body. "Perhaps when you were alone at night, hidden in the darkness of your chambers."

It took you a few seconds to process Geralt's words, your mind distracted with the way his kisses slowly trailed down your chest, barely pausing on your breasts before continuing to travel down. It made your body tremble with anticipation, wondering what he was up to. He was watching you from his position on your abdomen, lips barely pulling away from your skin so he could observe your face more comfortably, waiting for an answer. The color of his eyes had darkened, the yellow glowing like the flames of the candles that lit the room. There was hunger in them. Geralt was looking at you like a wolf at its prey. You couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious, managing to answer him with a simple negative shake of your head. 

"So you don't know what real pleasure feels like, huh?" You weren't sure if it was a question for you, but you shook your head again anyway. You felt Geralt's lips curving into a smile against the sensitive skin of your lower belly and a shiver ran down your spine when you heard his next words. "I'm going to change that."

Despite the firmness in his voice, Geralt was slow and gentle with each movement he made next. He was careful to position himself between your legs, pushing them open and revealing your most secret part to his hungry gaze. He noticed almost immediately the way you tensed with embarrassment, feeling vulnerable, so he was quick to spread sweet kisses on your right thigh, while gently caressing the skin of your left. He could smell the scent of your arousal with every breath he took. It was intoxicating, the sweet nectar he had been waiting to taste all this time. But first he had to make sure you were comfortable. He was there to pleasure you, nothing mattered if you didn't enjoy it.

"It's okay, my sweet. You don't have to be ashamed, you're beautiful." He spoke against your skin, his voice a raspy, sensual, whisper. "I have to get you ready for my cock, all right? This will feel so good, I promise. But if it doesn't, I want you to tell me, can you do that?" You nodded, but that wasn't enough for him. "I need you to use your words."

"Yes, Geralt, I will."

"Good."

Geralt gave you a few seconds to relax before diving into your cunt, spreading wet kisses down your inner thighs as he got closer and closer to the place where you needed him most. When his tongue finally made contact with the sweet nectar trickling down your folds, he let out a sound that vibrated in his chest with force. All hint of self-control disappeared then, buried under the primal desire that the taste of your arousal awakened in him.

He ate you like a starving man, his tongue exploring your most intimate place with expert skill. Your hips jolted as his lips closed over your small bundle of nerves, your whole body convulsing as you felt pleasure like you had never felt before. It was so intense it was almost too much. It scared you in a way, as it felt like your own body didn't respond to you —like it didn't belong to you. It belonged to Geralt now, and only responded to the stimulation he gave your body.  You were torn between the need to pull away from his entrancing lips —which were no doubt uttering some spell to claim ownership of your innocence— and your body's carnal desire to surrender to his clever tricks in order to continue to feel such pure pleasure.

"Does it feel good, princess?" Geralt spoke between your legs, his warm breath crashing against your pussy and sending shivers down your spine. 

"Yes! So good... please don't stop." You didn't recognize your own voice as you spoke. It sounded raspy from all the moaning, and there was a hint of desperation you'd never heard in yourself before. It wasn't the first time you had begged someone for something you wanted, but it was the first time you actually meant it.

"I won't, I promise. I'm here to make you feel good." Geralt assured between slow, long licks, focusing his attention on your clit before continuing. "But if you're going to take my cock, I'll need to stretch your tight hole." You tensed again and once more he used his strategy of stroking and kissing your thighs to calm you down. You knew that penetration was an important part of the whole thing and you were ready to face it, but still, the unknown scared you a little. "I'm going to insert a finger inside you, is that all right my sweet? It might feel a little uncomfortable at first, but I promise it will feel great afterwards. But first I have to know that you still want this."

"Yes, Geralt, I want this. I trust you, please." You gave him a shy smile, looking at him with complete admiration. He saw the desire in your eyes, mixed with anticipation and a hint of fear. But you were confident in your decision, so he continued.

"Relax, I'm going to take care of you." He murmured against your skin, his kisses slowly moving closer to your wet cunt. "Just focus on the pleasure."

Geralt's voice echoed in your mind, your body obeying his commands as if he had cast a spell over you that left you with no other choice. You focused on the fire burning inside you, on the skillful way he flicked his tongue against your abused bundle of nerves and on the knot in your stomach that tightened with each passing second. You tried not to tense up as you felt Geralt's finger press against your entrance, biting your lip and taking deep breaths to calm your nerves. His tongue was doing a good job of distracting you, but you could still feel the slightly painful drag of his finger inside you. 

"You're doing so well for me." Geralt complimented you, keeping his finger still inside you to give you time to get used to the new sensation. You couldn't hide how much it pleased you to hear those words, because your walls clenched around his finger, revealing your deepest desires. Geralt grunted against your pussy, fantasizing about how good your tight hole would feel around his cock. 

It took you a moment to get used to the strange sensation of his intrusion. It wasn't painful exactly, mostly uncomfortable since your walls weren't used to stretching like that. But eventually the discomfort faded into pleasure, bringing new sensations as he slowly began to move his finger inside you. 

Your moans became uncontrollable, increasing in volume with each of Geralt's caresses. If you weren't so wrapped up in your own pleasure, you would have worried about the possibility of being overheard by some servant or guard walking down the corridor. You knew it might potentially ruin your reputation, but you couldn't focus on anything other than the way Geralt's long, thick finger stretched you, making you feel full in the most pleasurable way possible. 

"Geralt I-" You tried to speak, but the air caught in your throat as you felt the knot in your stomach becoming incredibly tight, threatening to snap.

"I know, my sweet, I know." Geralt interrupted you as he noticed your trouble forming coherent sentences. He could sense you were getting close to relief in the way your walls tightened around his finger, your juices dripping down your legs and soaking his hand. "Just let yourself go. I've got you."

Geralt added another finger inside you, stretching your walls even further. He was careful, his movements slow and precise as he both prepared you for his cock and brought you closer to the edge. His mouth focused on your clit, his lips closing around your sensitive pearl as his fingers explored your insides, reaching that spongy place deep inside you and rubbing it until your whole body shuddered with your orgasm.

It felt like your insides exploded, the tension that had been building in your core suddenly snapping as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through your body. Your mind went blank, eyes rolling back as Geralt did his best to hold back the violent spasms of your muscles. 

And then your body fell limp on the sheets. You could barely hear the world around you over your racing heartbeat that throbbed in your ears. You knew Geralt was muttering things against your skin as he kissed his way back up, but your mind was too lost in the pleasure to make sense of his words. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly, your body desperate for oxygen as it struggled to regain control.

"There you are!" Geralt gave you a soft smile as you opened your eyes, his face slowly coming into focus on your clouded vision. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine! That was..." you paused, searching for the words to describe it. Although explaining your feelings proved to be more difficult than you expected. You were convinced that there were no words in any language you knew to describe what he had made you feel. So you let out an airy laugh, hiding your face in his neck and spreading small kisses over his skin.

"Do you still want to go through with this?" Geralt asked you, pulling away from you a little so he could look into your eyes. You kissed him back, tasting the sweet flavor of your arousal on his tongue. It was strangely erotic for you to feel your own essence on him, like a mark that, though temporary, showed to whom his lips belonged. It sent a rush of desire and confidence through your body, igniting the fire inside you once more.

The pressure of his cock was nothing like his fingers. While the stretching sensation was not completely foreign to you, Geralt's cock was much longer and thicker than his fingers so it hurt a lot more when he began to push it into you. The mixture of your arousal and his saliva helped his member slide more easily through your walls, but you still couldn't hold back the whine of pain, which vibrated against Geralt's lips. 

"It's all right... you're all right. Just a little more." He crooned as he rested his forehead against yours. His fingers caressed the skin of your hip, giving you comfort as you clung to his shoulders. "You're doing so good for me, my sweet." His voice was soft, but erratic, laced with the clear pleasure that sliding so torturously slow inside your tight walls brought him. 

Geralt remained immobile once he bottomed out, spreading kisses all over your face and neck as he gave you time to adjust to his size. It was the hardest task he had ever had to do in his life. Facing any monster was easier than staying still when your warm, wet walls wrapped around him so well. He was desperate to move, pull out of you almost completely only to slam back in, thrusting his hips against yours as he pinned you against the bed. But it was your first time, so he had to be gentle with you. You weren't ready for that kind of rough loving, so Geralt pushed his dark desires aside and waited for you to give him the signal to move. 

After a while, your moans of discomfort turned into whimpers of protest, not from pain, but from the growing fire inside you that wasn't being tended to. You experimentally moved your hips against Geralt's, just to see what it would feel like. It was a small movement, but it was enough to push his cock deeper inside you, sparking a pleasurable tingling sensation that spread throughout your body. So you did it again, moving with more confidence this time. And again, only this time, Geralt met you halfway, grinding his hips against yours.

Your walls tightened around his cock and the growl that escaped his lips was so deep and primal that it almost pushed you over the edge once more. Something about knowing that you were the cause of those moans, that your body, your pussy, your caresses, were responsible for such reactions was so arousing. Knowing that even though you were inexperienced you were able to elicit such pleasure in him made you feel more comfortable and confident. You were turning his world upside down as much as he was turning yours.

"You look so beautiful like this." Geralt said as he slightly increased the rhythm of his hips. "So small and fragile underneath me, eyes filled with lust as you try your best to take me in your tight hole." 

You moaned into his mouth, desperately searching his lips for something to keep you grounded as pleasure took over your body and mind. Your cunt clenched at his words, finding the mix of softness and roughness in his action incredibly arousing. His hips moved against yours in a consistent and deep, yet slow and sensual rhythm. His calloused fingers roamed over your body, caressing you in such a subtle way that it gave you goosebumps. His filthy words perfectly balanced flattery and roughness, awakening feelings you didn't know you had. It was all a dangerous, overwhelming mix, slowly getting to you close to the edge.

"Does it feel good? Do you like feeling me deep inside you?" You could only moan incoherently in response, hiding your face in the crook of Geralt's neck as your nails dug into his back. "I like it too. You feel so good wrapped around me, my perfect princess."

"Yes, I'm yours! I'm all yours, please..." You begged, for what, you weren't sure. But that didn't really matter, you just wanted Geralt to do whatever he wanted with you. You knew there was no future in your relationship, but this was no time to think about tomorrow. At that moment you were giving yourself body and soul to him, allowing him permission to use and explore your body as he wished.

"Yes you are, but not just for tonight." Geralt moaned in your ear, his voice a deep hoarse whisper. He sucked a mark just below your earlobe, nibbling the sensitive area playfully before continuing to speak. "You will always remember this night and think of me when your future husband takes you to bed on your wedding night. He's not going to compare to me... to how good I'm making you feel. But that's fine, because at least you had a chance to know what it feels like to be adored like you truly deserve, my princess."

"Fuck, Geralt! I'm-" Your warning was interrupted by a moan as you felt him sink his teeth into the sensitive skin of your neck at the same time he pushed his member incredibly deep inside you.

"I know, I can feel you squeezing me so tight. It's alright, just let go for me, my sweet. I want to feel you as you come undone on my cock." 

His hand traveled south, calloused fingers pressing against your abused bundle of nerves, drawing circles over it. The way your pussy clenched around his cock made it hard to focus, his own orgasm approaching with alarming speed. But he kept a steady rhythm, his hips moving in a slow, sensual way to make sure his cock brushed that special place inside you without causing you any pain.

"That's it, keep making those pretty notices for me. You're doing so good for me, my beautiful, perfect, princess. Just let go, I've got you. You're safe with me, just let go."

It was the softness in his husky voice that finally pushed you over the edge, your whole body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. Geralt's name was the last thing you uttered before the world around you disappeared behind the waves of pleasure. It was a pathetic whimper, a plea for mercy as you felt frightened by the sheer intensity of your orgasm. Geralt was sure he had never heard a more sensual melody. The way you had uttered his name just before the pleasure exploded inside you was something he was never going to forget.

"That's it, my sweet. You did such a good job for me." He complimented you, slowing down the rhythm of his hips to give you time to recover. "You're alright. I'm here, I've got you. Just breathe... that's it." 

Geralt's voice helped you refocus on the real world, his sweet kisses slowly lifting the fog that clouded your mind. You could still feel him inside you, his cock throbbing desperate for relief. The shallow thrusts weren't enough and you needed to feel him falling apart inside you. You needed to know what it felt like to have a man —and especially him— come inside you. And you knew it was safe with him since witchers were incapable of fathering children as a result of their mutations.

"Geralt, please... I want to feel you." You managed to say between gasps, locking your legs around his hips to keep him in place, pressed inside you. He let out a deep growl as he understood the meaning behind your words, his eyes darkening with lust. You were definitely going to be the death of him.

"Of course, my sweet, how could I deny you anything?" He murmurs against your lips, slowly increasing the rhythm of his hips. "You want to feel my seed deep inside you, is that it? You want me to fill you up, leave a part of me inside you so you won't miss me so much when I'm gone?"

His words alone were enough to ignite that flame inside you again. Your body was tired, but still screamed for more. Geralt's thrusts became erratic with each passing second, desperate to reach his own relief. And in the search for his pleasure he was taking you with him to a new limit. 

"I will give it to you, my princess. I will give you all of me. I could never deny you anything, my sweet, beautiful girl."

His sweet words contrasted with the harshness of his movements, hips crashing against yours in desperate thrusts. He was getting closer to his relief and he could feel in the way your cunt clenched around his cock that you were too. His thumb focused on your clit once more, one, two, three strokes accompanied by his thrusts and you were crying his name again. But he didn't get to enjoy much of the way you tightened around him, because he came seconds later, shooting his load deep inside you.

Geralt collapsed on top of you, his body crushing you against the bed as you both tried to catch your breath. But even though he was much bigger than you, it wasn't an uncomfortable position. The weight of his body felt comforting against yours. You liked the way he hid his face in your neck, breathing heavily against your sweaty skin. It gave you the opportunity to stroke his back and run your fingers through his hair. It felt intimate, in a completely different way than the sex you'd just had. 

You whined in protest as he rolled to the side, feeling the mixture of your arousal and his sliding down your legs now that his cock had left you. It was a strange sensation to feel empty without him inside you. You didn't know such a feeling was possible, for you that used to be normal, the only way to feel. But now that you had had Geralt buried deep inside you, that you had felt his seed filling you to the brim, you would always be aware of that strange emptiness between your legs.

"How are you feeling?" you heard him say and you struggled to open your eyes, your eyelids heavy with exhaustion. He was standing at the foot of the bed, a cloth in his hand, and you wondered when he had moved from your side without you noticing.

"Great! That was... great." You mumbled, still unable to find an adequate word to describe how good he had made you feel.

Geralt gave you a small smile before lowering his face to your legs, placing small kisses on your skin as he moved closer and closer to your center. "Open up for me, my princess. I need to clean you." 

You reluctantly complied, feeling much more exposed and vulnerable now that the deed was done. However, he was gentle with you, moving carefully as he cleaned you so as not to irritate your sensitive, abused cunt. And when he was done, he kissed his way down your face, caressing your skin with his lips, culminating his journey in your mouth.

"What about you?" you tried to sound casual as you spoke, though you failed miserably. "Was it... good for you too?" You immediately regretted your choice of words, worrying that you had ruined the moment.

"I thought I had been quite clear if not with my words, with my actions at least." Geralt let out an airy laugh and you followed suit, feeling a little more relieved. 

Then the room fell into silence. It wasn't an awkward or uncomfortable one, but a peaceful one. You got lost in Geralt's eyes, admiring the yellow glow that was much softer now, though just as captivating. The candlelight reflected in them in a special way, highlighting their unique beauty. You could stare at them for hours if it weren't for the tiredness that was slowly beginning to take hold of you. 

You didn't realize you had closed your eyes until you felt Geralt move beside you. You stopped feeling the weight of his body on the bed, so you opened your eyes immediately. Your hand flew to his arm, fingers closing around his wrist. "Please don't go," you begged as you saw that he had sat up in bed. "I want you to stay with me tonight."

Geralt smiled, the corners of his lip curving slightly upward as he reached out with his free arm to grab the blanket that had been left forgotten at the foot of the bed. His eyes lowered to your hand and his expression turned hard as he noticed the ligature marks on your skin. He hated to know the horrible treatment that someone as delicate and beautiful as you had to go through at the hands of those bandits. Even though he had rescued you before something even worse happened to you, as he looked at the marks on your wrists he feared he had not been quick enough.

Noticing the change in his expression, your eyes followed Geralt's gaze with curiosity. You felt embarrassed when you realized what he was looking at with such intensity and released his grip on his arm, seeking to hide your injured wrist. But he didn't let you. Geralt intertwined his fingers with yours and brought your hand to his lips. His eyes didn't break contact with you as he scattered delicate kisses over the irritated area of your wrist, showing you that you had nothing to be ashamed of with him.

"I'm not going anywhere if you don't want me to, my princess. I'm here to serve you tonight." Geralt said as he lay down next to you once again, covering you both with the blanket.

You took advantage of his words and his desire to please you by curling up against him, resting your head on his chest. Geralt wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you even tighter against his body as he let his fingers trace invisible patterns on your skin. It was extremely relaxing, his gentle touch and the warmth of his body enveloping you was exactly what your tired mind needed to rest. All the fear, the terrifying memories of your attackers and the feeling of danger completely disappeared as he held you in his arms. 

"Good, because I feel safer when I'm in your arms." You mumbled as you closed your eyes, feeling sleep slowly overcome you.

It was hard to say goodbye to Geralt when the time came for him to leave. He had only stayed at the castle for a couple of days at your father's insistence, but that had been more than enough for you to grow fond of him. He was not a very talkative person, but that only made your conversations more interesting. He was intriguing, a closed book that only opened with the pronunciation of the right words. You had fun unraveling some of his history, hearing about his adventures and the monsters he had faced. He was definitely the most interesting man you had ever met - far more interesting and noble than most of the men who were competing for your hand in marriage. And now you had to see him go.

You always knew that your days were numbered, that Geralt would eventually leave and you would have to go back to reality. You thought you could do it, enjoy his company and the illusion of freedom you had created with him and then say goodbye as if nothing happened, but you would be lying if you said you weren't a little sad about his departure. Especially because you didn't know if you would ever see him again. Maybe on your wedding day, if you invited Jaskier to play at the festivities he would bring him as security again. Or perhaps, if the kingdom was haunted by some evil creature he would find his way back to you. But nothing was certain and that made you feel quite sad.

"I guess this is our goodbye." You watched Geralt settle his horse's saddle, tucking away his swords and clutching his bag as he prepared to leave. You tried to hide the grimace of sadness that wanted to form on your face, but the disappointment in your voice betrayed you. "I'll never see you again, will I?"

Geralt stopped what he was doing to look you in the eyes. You could have sworn you saw a glint of sadness in the golden fire of his irises, though it disappeared as he blinked. "It'll probably be a while, yeah." He sighed. "But nothing is set in stone. Maybe the search for a job will bring me back down these roads."

You smiled. Even moments before he left, he was still making an effort to make you feel good. "I'd like that." You took a couple of steps closer to him, taking his hand in yours to feel his skin against yours one last time. "The gates of this castle will always be open to you, Geralt of Rivia. And as long as I am alive, you will always find safe passage through these lands."

"Thank you, your highness. It is an honor." He bowed slightly even though he knew it was not necessary. Formalities had been forgotten between you since your night together. Then, he took your hand and brought it to his mouth. His lips caressed your skin gently, planting a soft kiss of farewell. "Until we meet again."

You held back the urge you had to taste the flavor of his lips one last time, knowing that there were too many eyes around you that would deem such behavior inappropriate. And perhaps they were right, after all, a respectable maiden like you, in search of a husband to marry and rule with, could not be seen kissing anybody. You knew you would probably regret it for the rest of your life —especially if Geralt never stopped by again—, but it was the right thing to do. Your days of freedom were over, now you had to resume your responsibilities as a princess and that meant holding back the urge you had to run after Geralt, get on his horse and let him take you wherever he wanted. So you just watched him leave, seeing how his figure became smaller and smaller on the horizon while you wished with all your soul that fate would cross your path again.

[hazbin-hotel-vox-x-oc]

Vespera is a demon working for Vox who has been in hell a little less than 20 years. She’s a very intelligent and calculating mind and really she only has a few goals in mind, lay low, do her job right, and survive the exterminations. This can prove difficult however when she ends up saving Vox’s ass from Allistor during a heated encounter.

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CHAPTER 9 - IM A NICE BUG

I checked my phone—Angel had been thrilled when I messaged that I wanted to visit. I hadn’t seen him in months, and guilt twisted in my stomach. I told him I was avoiding Vox and taking a “vacation.”

Technically true.

Still deceitful.

He understood—one soul-contract victim to another. His situation was far worse than mine, but we were both chained to a V. He would never expect me to spy.

And I fucking hated that I was about to.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the massive red doors.

They creaked open dramatically—of course they did—and I stepped inside.

Instant chaos.

A blonde circus demon practically exploded into view.

“OH MY GOD YOU MUST BE VESPERA!!”

I froze as she launched herself at me—only for a gray-skinned demon with an eyepatch to yank her back mid-air.

“Charlie. Space.”

So that was Charlie.

And her girlfriend.

“H-hi, is Angel here?” I asked.

The cat at the bar—Husk, I assumed—didn’t look up.

“Yeah yeah, he’ll be back. Sit. Drink.”

For a moment, things were… surprisingly nice.

Husk poured whiskey like he understood pain personally.

Vaggie was intense but kind.

Charlie’s optimism was contagious.

Sir Pentious was charming in a theatrical-megalomaniac way.

I actually relaxed.

Until something small crawled across the bar.

A tiny one-eyed demon with a massive grin stopped in front of me.

“…hi?”

She stared.

I stared back.

“Buuuuug.” she hissed.

Charlie clapped her hands. “Oh! This is—”

Nifty lunged.

With a dagger.

From god knows where.

I teleported with a squeak.

“WAIT—WAIT— I SWEAR I’M A NICE BUG!”

Pandemonium erupted instantly.

Vaggie dove to intercept.

Charlie chased after both of us yelling about compassion.

Sir Pentious summoned tiny robot minions that immediately malfunctioned.

Husk slammed his drink down.

“SWEET JESUS FUCK, NOT AGAIN!”

Nifty bounced off walls like a caffeinated bullet.

“KILL BUGS. CLEANSE THE ROT. SCRUB SCRUB SCRUB.”

“What the fuck?!” I yelped, ducking behind a couch.

Sir Pentious tripped over Husk’s tail and crashed into a lamp.

Vaggie snarled, “NIFTY, WE DO NOT MURDER GUESTS!”

Charlie wailed, “WE’RE RUINING HER FIRST IMPRESSION—THIS IS NOT REDEMPTION-CORE!”

The scene devolved into full Looney Tunes-level chaos. At one point I ended up holding Nifty upside down by the back of her dress while she windmilled tiny knives at my face like a Tasmanian devil.

That’s when the front door opened.

Silence fell instantly.

Angel Dust took one look at me holding Nifty mid-murder-spree and collapsed laughing.

“No FUCKIN’ way— NIFTY, PUT THE KNIVES DOWN. SHE’S A FRIEND.”

She reluctantly dropped the knife into my hand like a child handing over a crayon.

I brushed myself off. Angel scooped me up in a hug.

“How’s my girl?!”

“Better now that I’m away from… you know who.”

The room fell quiet. Vaggie looked sympathetic. Charlie bit her lip. Angel nodded knowingly.

We moved on. Eventually I settled at the bar again. Angel and I talked like old times—jokes, snark, warmth. I envied him. He had people here. He had a chance.

I rubbed my throat unconsciously.

The soul-chain scar still felt warm.

Then the hairs on the back of my neck rose.

Cold aura.

Old power.

“…oh, fuck me.”

Angel frowned. “What?”

I slowly rotated my barstool.

Allistor stood in the doorway.

Antlers tall, smile razor-sharp, coat immaculate. He didn’t walk in—he glided, like reality moved out of his way.

“Well, well, well… if it isn’t Vox’s little pet.”

Vaggie stiffened.

Charlie blinked nervously.

Husk reached for a bottle like this day just got worse.

Angel stepped in front of me slightly.

“She’s under a contract like me. She ain’t a threat.”

I smiled at him—grateful.

Allistor’s eyes never left mine.

“Vespera, correct?”

“Yes.”

Angel asked, “How do you two know each other?”

I forced neutrality.

“Oh, I’ve just seen Vox and him fight a couple times.”

Allistor’s grin widened cruelly.

“You and I both know you did far more than watch. Saving your dear boss was… impressive.”

Vaggie’s eyes darted between us.

“Saving?”

I swallowed.

“Wrong place, wrong time. Anyone could’ve done it.”

His grin sharpened.

“You insult us both by pretending to be small.”

Shadows formed behind him—slow, stalking, deliberate this time.

I tensed.

My scales itched beneath my skin.

Then—smiling sweetly—he stepped backward toward the door.

“A walk, perhaps?”

I felt it then: he wanted a fight, but not here. Not in front of witnesses. He wanted space to dig in—emotionally or physically.

He turned and strode outside, confident I’d follow.

I did.

Angel reached for my arm.

“Bug—wait—”

I shook my head once.

“I’ll be fine.”

⸻

OUTSIDE

We stepped into the courtyard under the torn neon skyline.

Allistor didn’t attack at first.

He studied me—like a relic, not a demon.

“Such restraint,” he murmured.

“Vox must truly have you on a tight leash.”

I stayed silent.

“You could be magnificent,” he continued. “And instead you fetch coffee.”

The insult landed deeper than it should have.

I didn’t move.

Didn’t transform.

Didn’t defend myself.

He knew.

“Oh.” His smile stretched.

“You’re not fighting back.”

His shadow lashed out faster than thought—slamming me into a brick wall. My ribs cracked. I gasped but didn’t transform.

A second blow to the gut sent me to my knees.

I choked on blood.

“Fight me, dear.”

I spit blood at his shoes.

“Not today.”

He lifted me by the throat with a shadowy limb, eyes glowing red.

“You are wasting power that should reshape Hell.”

He smashed me into the pavement. Bones cracked again.

Another hit.

And another.

I barely stayed conscious.

He crouched beside me like a gentleman admiring a dying flower.

“You were never meant to kneel to Vox.”

My vision blurred.

I whispered, “I know.”

He leaned in, almost tender.

“Then why don’t you stand?”

I swallowed metallic blood.

“…I made a deal.”

He went still.

A predator scenting fresh vulnerability.

“Ah.”

His voice softened.

“He owns you.”

My eyes fluttered.

“…yes.”

He smirked—sympathy twisted into amusement.

“Then I will simply take you.”

He raised his hand—the shadows forming a spear this time.

And that’s when the air snapped.

A bolt of blue electricity struck the ground between us, exploding in static.

Allistor turned, grinning.

“Finally.”

Vox materialized in front of me, electricity crawling up his arms, screen flickering with raw fury.

CHAPTER 1 LINK -> https://www.tumblr.com/hazbin-hotel-vox-x-oc/800563969849950208/post-by-hazbin-hotel-vox-x-oc-1-image

[hazbin-hotel-vox-x-oc]

Vespera is a demon working for Vox who has been in hell a little less than 20 years. She’s a very intelligent and calculating mind and really she only has a few goals in mind, lay low, do her job right, and survive the exterminations. This can prove difficult however when she ends up saving Vox’s ass from Allistor during a heated encounter.

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CHAPTER 9 - GOD’S CAN FEEL LIKE SHIT

VOX POV

I hated feeling like shit.

It wasn’t something that happened often. I’m a fucking god in Hell—untouchable, unstoppable, above consequences. I do whatever I want, whenever I want, because that’s the natural order here.

But the way Vespera looked at me before she left?

That pissed me off.

There’s one word I don’t tolerate from anyone, and that word is no.

And hearing her say it—over some fragile little pornstar—made something ugly twist inside my circuits.

We’d had a good night. A great night. She looked unreal in Velvette’s dress, all red hair and sharp edges and skin marked like molten armor. There are days I want her pressed to me, kissing me until the only thing she can think of is my name—and then there are days I’m just furious that if I didn’t have her soul, she could flatten me and half of Hell without even tapping into her full form.

Thank fuck I locked that deal down when I did.

It works for both of us:

She stays under the radar, just how she likes it, and she does what I say.

Usually.

My screen flickered, static prickling under my glass. I hated using her soul as leverage. Hated it.

…but fuck, did it feel good.

Having her kneel because I pulled a chain no one else can see?

Knowing she could tear worlds apart but I am the one who owns her essence?

Her soul is worth more than every contract in my vault combined.

More than Valentino.

More than Carmilla.

More than Allistor.

Hell, I’d trade his soul for hers without thinking twice.

I don’t know what it is about her—why she gets under my wires the way she does. But I want more. Need more.

And the look she gave me before she left, all fury and hurt and venom?

It turned me on and pissed me off in the same breath.

I groaned, rubbing the edges of my screen to dull my headache. Part of me thought about calling Val to unwind—then remembered he was probably still rolling around in industrial-strength itch powder.

Vespera really was a wicked little thing.

I could go out with her again. Weekends, after hours—when the contract doesn’t bind her. That’s how it works.

And the only reason I could force her to the hotel is because I wasn’t asking her to kill anyone. Just gather intel. Nothing violating the contract on a technical level.

But then it hit me.

Allistor is there.

My screen glitched violently.

Allistor.

With Vespera.

What if he offered her a contract?

What if he figured out what she is?

What if she chose him?

For a moment, something cold gripped my processors.

Then I shut the thought off.

She’s just a strong asset I happen to control. A pretty little weapon. A soul in a cage I paid for.

She means nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

…

I hissed static through my teeth, stood, and went to get dressed anyway.

Because I couldn’t just sit here.

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NEXT CHAPTER -> WILL BE OUT SOON

[hazbin-hotel-vox-x-oc]

Vespera is a demon working for Vox who has been in hell a little less than 20 years. She’s a very intelligent and calculating mind and really she only has a few goals in mind, lay low, do her job right, and survive the exterminations. This can prove difficult however when she ends up saving Vox’s ass from Allistor during a heated encounter.

“How the fuck are you this powerful Vicky???”

“It’s Vespera, and I’m not really it was just some sort of luck I’m sure, like a fluke…”

CHAPTER 1 - PILOT

Hell was buzzing with its usual pointless chaos, but Vespera was ignoring it.

It was her day off.

She had earned it.

Her apartment may have been small, dingy, and smelled faintly of sulfur no matter how much she cleaned, but it was hers. And it was 800 a month, and she paid that like clockwork. Because she refused to go broke. She refused to go back to nothing. She refused to be powerless again.

She walked with her hands in her pockets, eyes half-lidded, thinking about dinner, rent, and how many days until the next extermination—

When she sees it.

Vox, crashed against a brick wall, static sparking from his cracked screen.

And Allistor, looming over him with a fist drawn back, teeth bared in a grin that meant death.

Her stomach drops.

No. No no no. I cannot lose my job because Vox dies today. I cannot afford to get fired. I am NOT going back to poverty.

She stands frozen for one heartbeat.

Two.

I don’t want to. I don’t want to get involved. I don’t

Allistor’s fist begins to fall.

She teleports without another thought.

CRACK — she appears right between them.

Her hand shoots up and catches Allistor’s fist.

There is silence.

A faint orange glow rises in her golden, insectlike eyes.

Her pupils sharpen.

Scales ripple up her olive skin — forming armor, layered like chitin.

Her antennae burst forward, glowing faintly.

And behind her, unfurling like a living weapon—

Her centipede tail.

Allistor’s eyes widen — just slightly.

Vespera’s tail slashes out, wraps around him, and hurls him across the alley like discarded trash.

He hits the ground, rolls, then stands — smiling, as always.

“Now that’s interesting.”

But Vespera doesn’t let him admire her for long.

She raises one hand.

It glows orange.

The ground splits.

Centipedes — long, armored, sharp — crawl up and out, swarming him. Clinging to his arms. Jawing at his shadow.

Allistor laughs.

“My dear, do you really think a few little bugs—”

He’s cut off.

Because Vespera lifts her other hand — and squeezes the air.

Not the air.

His soul.

Her orange aura wraps around it — constricts it.

His grin falters. Just for a second. Eyes flicker.

He knows.

He knows she could kill him.

But she doesn’t want to.

She hesitates — a war in her chest.

Then she sighs, eyes narrowing.

Her grip loosens. The bugs retreat.

Allistor drops to his knees.

Still smiling. But now it’s sharper. Meaner.

Vespera’s voice comes low, steady:

“Go. I don’t want to kill you. But I can’t exactly let you kill my boss either.”

Allistor stands. Dusts himself off.

There’s a flicker of fury — buried under the grin.

“You’ll regret that mercy.”

He bows, mocking.

“We’ll play again soon, little bug.”

And he vanishes into shadow.

The alley falls silent.

Vespera breathes, slow. Controlled.

Her tail recedes. Claws slide back into fingers.

Her scales soften back into faint chitin markings.

Her teeth dulled. Antennae shrink.

She walks toward Vox.

He’s on the ground, glitching, breathing hard.

For someone who claims to be emotionless — he looks stunned.

Vespera reaches out a clawed hand—no. A hand. Just a hand now.

“Sorry… I, uh—”

Vox cuts her off.

“How the fuck are you this powerful, Vicky?”

A lump in her throat.

“It’s… Vespera. And I don’t know. Probably a fluke.”

Vox laughs.

Rolls his eyes.

“Please. You and I both know taking down Allistor of all demons isn’t a fluke.”

He stands. Brushes off his coat. And then—

He grins.

That trademark Vox grin. Smooth. Charming. Dangerous.

“This is great, actually.”

She blinks.

“…What.”

“I think I’m going to be giving you a raise.”

Her eyes widen.

A raise.

More money.

Stability. Safety. Rent without fear.

“…Really?”

Vox leans in — voice velvet, electric.

“All you have to do… is stick by my side.”

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[redvexillum]

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⋆˙⟡ — Sell Me a Dream

November 22, 2025

⋆˙⟡ — On Your Knees

November 20, 2025

⋆˙⟡ — Send Nudes

Vox sends you a dick pic (that he totally didn't spend all morning working on) and waits for you to shower him with grandiose praise, except you had other plans instead.

⋆˙⟡ — Love Bites

Vox gets possessive after a fan gets too handsy (his words). He litters your throat and chest with his marks, filming the whole thing as a reminder that you belong to him.

⋆˙⟡ — Praise Me // Tease Me

You find Vox's insecurity amusing, until you realize how desperate he is for your approval. So you give it... in the most overwhelming, exaggeratingly sweet way possible.

⋆˙⟡ — Idolize

You built a life around a moment Vox forgot. Now, trapped in the aftermath of your own illusions, you must decide whether the ending will be yours—or his.

⋆˙⟡ — Signal

You royally pissed someone off because you were receiving anonymous hate emails for the past fifteen years. How incredibly petty and...entertaining. At first, you decided to ignore them but as their hate comments got increasingly creative, the more you couldn't help but add oil to the burning, passionate flame of their hatred towards you.

⋆˙⟡ — My Sweet Sunshine

Snapshots of Sunshine and Vox as they both navigate how to love and be with each other even in the depths of Hell.

⋆˙⟡ — Idolize

You built a life around a moment Vox forgot. Now, trapped in the aftermath of your own illusions, you must decide whether the ending will be yours—or his.

⋆˙⟡ — Signal

You royally pissed someone off because you were receiving anonymous hate emails for the past fifteen years. How incredibly petty and...entertaining. At first, you decided to ignore them but as their hate comments got increasingly creative, the more you couldn't help but add oil to the burning, passionate flame of their hatred towards you.

⋆˙⟡ — Voxflix n' Chill

Vox wanted to flip the script on you and let you take the charge. You, incredibly coded to be a submissive, tried your best. Besides, how hard could it be to take the lead in the bedroom?

⋆˙⟡ — Praise Me // Tease Me

You find Vox's insecurity amusing, until you realize how desperate he is for your approval. So you give it... in the most overwhelming, exaggeratingly sweet way possible.

⋆˙⟡ — Love Bites

Vox gets possessive after a fan gets too handsy (his words). He litters your throat and chest with his marks, filming the whole thing as a reminder that you belong to him.

⋆˙⟡ — Send Nudes

Vox sends you a dick pic (that he totally didn't spend all morning working on) and waits for you to shower him with grandiose praise, except you had other plans instead.

⋆˙⟡ — On Your Knees

November 20, 2025

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November 22, 2025

[queenofmorningstar]

ok this is like my first ask ever and ignore if its dumb!!!!

but like

vox x reader x alastor

and they're like doing back to back dates tryna win reader over👀 just like a little thought that is invading my brain...

Vox x Reader x Alastor

Notes: LMAAOOO pls this is so funny i love it😂

Hell rarely had peaceful evenings, but tonight it felt as though the entire Pride Ring were holding its breath just to watch you walk out of the VoxTech tower with him.

Your occasional ally and lately...annoyingly irresistible.

The screen of his face flickering to a smooth, charming grin the moment he saw you.

“Darling,” Vox hummed. “You look radiant.”

You slipped your hand around his arm, smile sly. “Trying to impress me already?”

“Oh, doll,” he purred, “I don’t need to try.”

He brought you to a rooftop restaurant, which you'd heard had the best view of the city.

Every sinner in the place chattered when you walked in. Vox lifted his chin proudly, his hand at the small of your back.

The moment you sat, a waiter as if afraid if he was even a second late, Vox will eletrocute him, floated over with chilled liquor, pouring it with precision.

Vox leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “So,” he began, “Tell me… what’s the real reason you agreed to go out with me?”

You sipped your drink. “Maybe I like your company.”

The pixels of his face flushed. He wasn’t expecting sincerity.

“…Well,” he recovered, “I am exceptional company."

Dinner was surprisingly lovely. Vox didn’t talk about his empire or ratings or sponsorships. He was attentive. Warm, even.

Then dessert came. And Vox leaned back, eyeing you like he’d already won. “So,” he said casually, “I was thinking we could continue this tomorrow. Same time?”

You froze mid-bite. “…Tomorrow?” you repeated.

“Yes,” Vox said. “I’ll pick you up.”

You dabbed your lips with a napkin. “Actually… I have plans tomorrow.”

He blinked. “…With who?”

“Alastor.”

Vox’s entire body jolted. “WHAT.”

“Oh relax,” you laughed. “It’s just a date.”

“It’s a Ẁ̵̭̒͌͂̕͝Ḫ̷̡̹͕̙̏͐̔͘A̶̟͋̓͠T̴̡̨̧̳̗̫̑̏͑͋̓?!”

The lights in the restaurant flickered.

Vox leaned across the table, voice falling into a furious, growling static. “You’re going on a DATE with that-?!”

You raised a brow. “Is that jealousy talking?”

“I am NOT—” he cut himself off as several demons stared, “—jealous.”

“You sound jealous.”

He slapped a hand on the table. “I am COMPETITIVE.”

“With Alastor?”

“With ANYONE who thinks they can take you from me!”

His fingers tightened around his glass so hard it cracked. “Fine,” he said sharply. “If you’re going to entertain that son of bitch...”

He leaned close, as if already thinking ten steps ahead. “Our next date will be at the most expensive, exclusive, restaurant in all of Hell—DANTE’S INFERNO.”

“That place has a six-year waiting list.”

“I OWN THE WAITING LIST.”

Oh. Oh he was spiralling.

“And,” he added, rising to his feet with a dramatic sweep of his coat, “I expect your schedule to be CLEAR when I call. Understood?”

You blinked up at him. “…This was a nice night until ten seconds ago.”

Vox froze. Then slowly, painfully — he sat back down, adjusting his tie. “I… apologize.”

His voice dropped to a softer rumble. “I simply don’t like sharing.”

You smirked. “Better get used to competition.”

His screen glitched again.

*

Alastor was already waiting for you outside the hotel. “My dearest!” he greeted with a sweeping bow. “What a pleasure to see you! I trust your evening with our dear Vox was… tolerable?”

You laughed. “It was nice.”

Alastor’s smile twitched. “Nice, you say… Let us see if your evening with me can inspire a stronger adjective!”

He offered his arm.

“As you requested,” he said, “today’s date shall be… an adventure. I have prepared something I believe will leave your little outing with Vox quite forgotten.”

Alastor guided you through the garden paths, telling stories — dramatic, exaggerated, hilarious and you found yourself laughing more than you expected. He watched your reactions with radiant satisfaction every time your smile widened.

Then he snapped his fingers and conjured a picnic from thin air — vintage, elegant, and perfectly arranged with your favourite foods.

“Tell me,” he said lightly, “how was Vox’s date? Did he bore you with advertisements and product placements?”

You grinned. “No. He was sweet, actually.”

Alastor’s eye twitched.

“Sweet,” he repeated. “And what did this ‘sweet’ creature plan for a second meeting?”

You hesitated. “…He asked if I was free tomorrow.”

“Ah.” Alastor smiled darkly. “And you said?”

“That I have a date with you.”

A pleased hum crackled through him. “Excellent.”

“But Vox didn’t take it well.”

Alastor broke into delighted laughter. “Oh, I can imagine. Quite the meltdown, I’m sure.”

Then he leaned closer, voice dropping indulgently. “But I assure you, my dear, whatever he attempts next… I can outdo.”

You groaned. “You two are impossible.”

“Only because you are incomparable.”

You rolled your eyes and Alastor caught your chin in his gloved hand, gently turning your face toward him. “Tell me,” he said softly, “are you free this weekend?”

You laughed. “Why? Planning something already?”

“Of course,” he said, eyes gleaming. “I thought we might take a trip to the Cannibal Town’s Masquerade Ball. I ensure we will be the most envied pair in attendance.”

“That sounds lovely,” you admitted.

His smile brightened — then froze abruptly. “…Wait. Just to confirm. Vox is not accompanying you to anything this weekend, correct?”

You hesitated. Bad move.

“…Why are you hesitating, my dear?”

“Because,” you sighed, “he asked to take me to Dante’s Inferno next. B-But - it doesn't clash with our timing-”

“He WHAT.”

“Al, relax—”

“Oh he would. Showboating scrap heap. Thinks a fancy restaurant can compensate for that grating voice of his—”

You facepalmed.

You stood, dusting off your clothes. “We should head back.”

Alastor rose too. “You enjoyed our date?” he asked, a hint of...doubt slipping through.

You smiled softly. “I loved it.”

You weren’t even home for five minutes before your phone buzzed.

The moment you answered, his face filled the screen — glitching, furious. “How was your day with that old man?”

“Great, thanks,” you said cheerfully.

Vox went on with his rant. You hung up.

Thirty seconds later when you finally settled for a night of rest, Alastor’s shadow rose onto your wall like a vengeful spirit.

“My dear,” he said calmly, “Vox is throwing quite the tantrum on the airwaves. Is there something you’d like to tell me?”

You rubbed your temples. “I didn’t even DO anything.”

“No,” he said with a sharp toothed smile, “but it's hilarious.”

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

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s/o who’s a capital sin ( greed )

s/o who’s like cruella de vil 2/ 3 💞

s/o who’s like harley quinn

songs they’d use to describe you ( multi fandom )

Human! Alastor & navigating the world of sex 🧎‍♀️

Girly S/O 💞

Modern Alastor 💞 🧎‍♀️ pt.2

Slipping through my fingers 📖🚩💥🧎‍♀️

Forget Her ( pt. 2 ^^) 📖🚩💥🧎‍♀️

Alastor x Hispanic!Singer! Reader

Rapper! Reader

Sugar Daddy Vox

Alastor with a Tinkerer! Reader

Alastor & Dangerously yours

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Cara Mía 💥🚩🧎‍♀️

The other woman 💥🌧🧎‍♀️

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From Afar

Bittersweet

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Vox x water! reader 💞

Vox x Jinx! inspired reader 💞

Crocodile reader! 💞

Alastor’s shadows pt 2 .

Hard to get

All that Jazz

His Wife.

Face it dear, I’m what you need

Sickness and Health

Pearls

Girl with one eye

Behind the curtain

Breaking point

Little one

One and Only

Alastor vs Bill Cipher

Black Beauty

Alastor’s mother

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[nerd4soobie-deactivated20240407]

"Silly girl, come and find me when you're older." [Shota Aizawa x F! Reader]

[ -> Thought to write about Aizawa!! My favorite teacher character ever. If you like this do let me know!! I'll be writing for Keigo (Hawks) next time. Also, the reader isn't specified as black, but you can interpret it any way you would like!! ' italics ' are the reader's thoughts. enjoy little cuties <333

[ content ft.-> Aizawa- my hero academia ( he does not belong to me btw! but he might be a little ooc because it goes along with the mini-fic )

[ w.c -> not yet available

!!! warnings -> age gap!!! ( Aizawa is 30 and the reader is 25), also includes kissing. errr this has not been proofread yet so let's hope I haven't missed any other warnings!

I remember being about 14 years old at the time when I had a crush on Eraserhead. He was everything I wanted in a guy at the time. Tall, Dark hair, Mysterious, and the eyebags!!! I dreamt of him at night making silly scenarios about me, him, and 3 children...and maybe a cat.

Then, valentines day came around. And my stupid friends told me to confess! I'm sure he'll say yes to you!!!!

wrong.

Well, they weren't really wrong, I was rejected but he put it in a way that said I had another chance with him in the future. But I think the just of what he was saying was;

"Come and find me again when you're older, alright sweets? Then I might have a different answer for you."

It stuck with me all throughout UA high. I never ended up becoming a pro hero even though I was in the hero course, It wasn't for me.

Now I'm just a lady working a 9 to 5 job watching my old classmates save people on a daily basis. I found out that they had a get-together a few days ago but I wasn't able to make it because of work.

It sucks because Aizawa was there, and I would've been able to see him there.

"Now what was i here for again..oh that's right, coffee and more stuff for dinner." I mutter to myself as i get a basket and start to walk around the supermarket.

I finally found the freezer aisle near the back of the store and went to look for some frozen dinners.

"Ahh, let's see...nothing looks appetizing..." I think out loud.

"You should try the alfredo, it's really good and it doesn't take as long to cook as the others do."

I lifted my head up to see who it was and my jaw went slack.

My Highschool teacher Shouta Aizawa. recommending frozen alfredo to eat for dinner.

"Mr. Aizawa? Wow-uh, how have you been?" I stood back up after putting the alfredo in my basket.

"Hi to you too, Ms.(name)." He chuckled. "I've been good, how have you been?"

"I've been good, just working y'know." I smiled at him. ' this is a dream right...? Someone pinch me right the fuck now! '

"well, we should catch up soon. If you aren't busy with work that is." He took his phone out of his pocket and started unlocking it, then gave me the phone. A new blank contact screen.

"Here, put your number in there and I'll text you when I can." I nodded and typed my number into the phone along with my name and gave it back to him.

"If I'm thinking right Mr.Aiz-" "Shouta." He cut me off. "Shouta, it seems like you just kinda asked me out. Technically." I smiled at him.

"Well, would it be wrong if I did? You know what the date is right?" He asked and I took my phone out and looked at the date.

Feb 13, 9:49pm

"You found me, and you're older, aren't you?" He said. Then he kissed me on the cheek and walked off.

holy shit.

[ a.n -> Maybe I'll make a part two where they actually go on a date, who knows? See you later lovely

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[Part One of Jealous reader and Jealous Robin]

•(gif is not mine)

•before we get onto the good part, I just want to give a heads up to the readers, I am not FULLY experienced on writing and I’m not confident in my works.So that is why I’m doing it for fun, and once I’m more happier with my work, I’ll upload more and take writing more seriously.

• tw; angst, fluff, jealous Reader, jealous Robin.

• Heads Up(again); You and Robin have been dating for a couple of months now and you guys are DEEPLY in love with each other, but lately you guys have been distant towards one another due to work and school, but met again after Vecna’s massive attack on Hawkins.

[The Night The Destruction Occurred]

It was a cold night, just the usual moon being beautifully shown. You were outside at your front yard, just sitting down and admiring the moon like you’ve always have, for the last week. It was all you could’ve down at night, you wanted to call Robin and ask her how she was doing, you just had an urge to. But you knew you couldn’t, you always thought you would be a bother or even a handful, and you didn’t want her to think of you like that at all. So you never called her, but she was always the one calling you.

But it was different this time, she didn’t call you for the last couple of days. Maybe she got tired of me, and you just accepted that fact without thinking twice. Honestly it was hard for you to think that, you needed her but did she ever need you? Questions and doubts fill your head in an instant. Soon,a tear starts to form and rolls down your warm cheek, slowly falling down,and then hit the ground. “God, I hate this feeling so much.” You said while you slowly get up and wipe off any dirt on you. And then you quickly wipe off your tears and slowly make you way back inside until the whole ground was shaking.

“What the hell is going on!” Is what you thought inside your head, you ran inside the house and close it shut but the ground starts to shake even more. And soon it unravels itself and turns into a huge crack in the middle of the road and leads on. It was like a hell hole of some sort and you could feel the heat from MILES away. You just couldn’t help thinking about Robin at that time, if she’s doing alright, or if she didn’t survive and got dragged inside the crack,or how my parents are doing right now too, they might be safe with grandma. Everything started to calm down, and then there weren’t any more earth quakes. But what the hell was that? An eruption? And it was all so sudden too. Luckily everything inside the house was okay except a few broken windows and lights flickering,or so that’s what you could see at the moment. You just broke down crying and saying “why me.” Until you fell asleep on the floor inside your living room.

[Present]

As soon as you woke up, you started to look around you. It was a bigger mess inside the house then you think it would’ve been, it was a disaster.

*Ding Dong,Ding Dong*

You were fully woken up after hearing that door bell ring and quickly made your way to the front door. You try not to step on the window glasses that were laid almost everywhere, finally after a few seconds you open the door and see your neighbor,Hailey.

“Oh Hailey, it’s just you.” I said while squinting my eyes because of the sunlight that hit my face.

“Yeah it’s just me haha” she said back with her hand behind her neck. And car keys dangling with her other hand.

“Is there something you need help with?” I asked, because there’s no way she came over here to just say hi after that whole destruction.

“Actually yeah,I do need a hand.I’m taking all these old clothes from when I was younger to Hawkins High.” She said, and then I noticed a few boxes near her and her car parked in my front yard. And all the other people who live in this neighborhood to leave Hawkins, they seem to be packing up and leaving the town.

“Oh yeah alright, could you give me a few minutes to change? I’ll be right out.” I said with a smile

“Yeah sure! That’s not problem to me, take your time actually. And make sure to heal those cuts on your legs too.” She said back with a warm smile

You smiled back and closed the door gently, and you didn’t hear what she said after the ‘take your time’ part. So you brushed it off and made your way down the hallway and turned a right to get in your room. Everything was off, the picture frames were tilted and the clothes were everywhere. You even see little gifts from Robin on the ground. And you picked them up and landed them on your bed.

After you changed, you made your way back outside. You were wearing shorts and a plain tshirt that had a car that wrote “80’s” written across the shirt. It a pretty colorful tshirt.

“Hey, I’m sorry I took long. My clothes were everywhere.” I said while making my way down to Hailey’s car.

“It’s no big deal, I actually like the outfit you’re wearing!” She said starting the car.

“Thank you, and what happened to the boxes that were near you?” You said with a curious face, quickly starting to buckle up.

“Oh yeah I took care of those and put them inside the trunk while you were away.” She said driving slowly.

The cracks were still there and we had to be cautious of that so we just stayed near the side, and eventually made it to Hawkins High.

Ton of people were there to donate their old clothing or toys. This must’ve affected everybody in the town. Honestly it’s scary to think about. You shook it off and opened the door and went to open the trunk until you heard Dustin’s and Steve’s voice. It was pretty faint though, there’s a lot of people here so I maybe just hallucinating. You shrugged it off and took one box of clothing and Hailey took the last box.

You guys didn’t know where to donate these, Hailey just heard to donate old clothing or toys to Hawkins High but there were various places in Hawkins. So we just followed other people to see where they donated. After a few minutes of walking, you guys finally made it to the cafeteria. Tons of people without houses or destroyed houses were on a bed that the workers have provided. You looked around and saw Dustin talking to an old man, he looks familiar though. But you were shocked to see Dustin, because if Dustin is here then that would mean- no, there’s no way. You took a deep breath and kept moving with Hailey. You laid down the boxes near a table and sat on a chair. “Those boxes were not easy to carry at all.” I said while you close your eyes and chuckle a bit. “Yeah, sorry for taking up your time for something stupid like this.” She said while sitting right beside you with her arms crossed. “Hey, it’s not a big deal,trust me. If you ever need a helping hand, I’m here.” You said again facing her.

“Oh,Robin. What are you doing here?” A very familiar voice said.

I turned around and saw Vickie in a apron talking to, Robin.

You can see how shocked Robin was to see Vickie, and after a couple of seconds they chatted away. Robin didn’t even notice you. Why, it was always her. But you turned around quickly, trying so hard not to cry. You looked up,staring at the ceiling and just begging yourself not to cry. And for a second you forgot that Hailey was right beside you, she didn’t get what was going on but she just changed the topic and asked. “Hey, your cuts are getting a bit worse. Let’s disinfect it, it might sting for a bit.” She said while looking at me. You nodded slowly, making sure these tears don’t fall out of your eyes. Hailey took both of your legs and gently put them on her lap, and put on alcohol on it with a cotton pad,then she put on some bandages on the cuts and it was done. “That’s it, your legs should be fine. If it hurts or stings then that’s probably from the alcohol haha.” She said while putting her chair where it was originally at. “Thank you” I said and again forced your eyes to look at the ceiling. Hailey asked if you were doing okay, and you just nodded. But hell, that one tear just left your eye and slowly made it down your cheek. Damn it,why wouldn’t it stay in your eye. “Hey,everything’s gonna be fine y/n.” She said. You turned your head to face her. “Yeah, definitely.” You said while tears kept rolling down your cheeks. You wanted to break down crying, Hailey hugged you and whispered that everything was gonna be okay. But was it really?

[billiethepumpkin]

Borderline x Obsession

Featuring: Kurapika. Female Reader.

Warnings: NSFW. Minors, do not interact.

Contains: NSFW. Extreme body worship. Praise. Claiming. Fingering. Penetrative sex. Pull-out.

A/N: All characters are aged up as necessary because I'm an old fuck :)

In all of your travels with your friend, things had been… intense, to say the least. You first saw Kurapika from across the room in a cafe. It was one of those moments where you just made awkward eye contact with a stranger. You had only gone back to your tea, sipping quietly and going back to your reading. You avoided eye contact with any other strangers, keeping your eyes locked on the words on the page. But from the moment he saw you, Kurapika couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He wasn’t even really sure why he approached you. But he did. He introduced himself. You spoke for a very brief time. You exchanged contact information. And then you went your separate ways. Part of you waited for the blonde haired stranger to call or text. And part of you was wary of the way he looked at you when you were only trying to have a peaceful afternoon after a long mission.

You did speak to him again. But it wasn’t via the phone number you had given him. He had actually saved you from a thief when you stopped to rest for the night. And ever since then, you had been inseparable. 

You didn’t have any particular reason for traveling together. You and Kurapika stayed together at night. It was particularly useful when you had to set up camp in the woods at night, when there wasn’t time to find an inn. You ate meals together. He vowed to himself that he would never leave you vulnerable. You took on paid missions. Sometimes they were together. Even when they were separate, he would always find you as soon as they were completed. 

This time, though, he couldn’t. You had called him when your work was finished, finding an inn in a small village in between your job and his. You planned to meet there and rest overnight before looking for more work. It took him two hours of walking to get there, only to find that you had not checked into the inn yet. Okay, he thought. That’s not that suspicious. He would just have to wait until you got there. He left to walk around the village, going to the open air market to get some things to take with you two later. He talked to some of the townspeople, and he asked around for some different work opportunities. But when the sun started going down, he went back to the inn. You were still not there. Where could you have gone? Did one of you have the wrong location? 

“Excuse me,” Kurapika called to the man behind the bar. “I’m looking for my friend. She’s maybe this tall, (hair color) hair. Have you seen her at all? She would have tried to check into a room.”

“No, I’m sorry,” he said. “We’ve only had one check-in today, and it was a man.”

Kurapika’s heart dropped. Realistically, you could, in fact, take care of yourself. You had been a hunter for several years, trained well in hand to hand combat and carrying a bow and several arrows anywhere you went. But he couldn’t avoid the memory of meeting you, when that man had been watching you from up in the trees. How you didn’t appear to even notice him. How he would have robbed you or worse, and you wouldn’t have had any way of stopping him before it was too late. He remembered the way you looked at him when he brought the man to you by his collar, unconscious. Perhaps something similar happened. Or, perhaps, you were only running late. He couldn’t be sure. 

But he needed to be sure. He became desperate to know where you were and what happened to you. He sat for a moment, teeth nipping at the skin around his thumb and considering his next steps. And then he got to work. Having about a half hour before the autumn sun would fall behind the rest of the earth, he wandered around the village. He asked everyone he passed if they had seen you with no luck. Every shopkeep, every merchant, every person on the street gave him the news he dreaded. You hadn’t even entered the city. So, with only ten minutes until sunset, he wandered down the path to the city where your previous mission had taken place. During the walk, he called your cell phone. You had to be somewhere, right? You had to be sitting in the wrong inn somewhere, waiting for him, bouncing your leg and worrying for him just as deeply as he worried for you… Right?

The phone rang several times and went to voicemail. So he dialed again. Thankfully, the phone was answered this time. But he didn’t recognize the voice that said, “Hello? This is Y/N’s phone.”

“Where is she?” Kurapika demanded to know, much more aggressively than he intended. 

“Sir, your friend is resting,” the strange woman answered. “She collapsed and was brought here, to the hospital.”

Kurapika felt his heart drop again. “What do you mean, ‘collapsed?’” he asked. Poison? No, no way. You weren’t stupid. Exhaustion? That was entirely too possible. Once, you had gone two days without eating, only realizing that you needed rest when you were lightheaded and shaking. Kurapika practically had to force you to stop for the night and set up camp. And it wasn’t just once that it had happened. No, you seemed to be very passionate about overworking yourself. 

“It seems she was dehydrated and malnourished,” the woman said. Just as he thought. “With fluids and food, she’s gained some strength. But she is asleep at the moment.”

“Can you tell me where she is?” Kurapika pleaded. “Please, I just need to see her.”

“Who’s on the phone?” he heard you say in the background. 

“The name said, ‘Kurapika,’” the woman responded to you. 

The sound of slight shuffling indicated that she was handing you the phone. Kurapika breathed a sigh of relief when he heard your sleep-ridden voice mutter, “Kurapika?”

“Y/N,” he said. A hand fell on his chest. “How are you feeling?” A brief conversation confirmed his suspicion. You had, yet again, overworked yourself. But without Kurapika with you the past couple of days, you had allowed yourself to come to the point of collapse. Reckless, he thought. You revealed your location, a hospital in a city about an hour north, where you had picked up your job, and he promised that he’d be there to retrieve you as soon as he could be. 

And he kept that promise. He saw you, sitting in your hospital bed, and your eyes lit up. Well, as much as they could with how tired you obviously were. “Y/N,” he called from the doorway. Slowly, he approached your bedside. You smiled at him. 

Something was off. Kurapika didn’t pat your head, like he sometimes would when you fell sick. He didn’t hug you, like he would when he hadn’t seen you for a couple of days. He barely even said anything to you, barely even looked at your face. He just sat in his chair and waited for the nurse to come back into the room. Thankfully, when she did, she announced that you were ready to leave the hospital, as long as you got plenty of rest and went back to eating normally and drinking water. Kurapika left the room while you got dressed, and he wordlessly led you to a hotel nearby.

He didn’t say a word to you. The entire walk down the hotel halls, he was silent. Eyes forward, looking room to room to find the one that belonged to you. It was quite late when you got there. “We should both rest,” he suggested. “I’m sure you’ve had a long day.”

His voice was somber. It wasn’t gentle or caring, like he would have been if you had just fallen ill. It was sad. It was… almost aggressive. He went into the bathroom and changed his clothes, reappearing in the plain white garments that were previously worn underneath his tabard. You did the same, opting for something comfortable to sleep in. Still, no words. When you reappeared, Kurapika was only laying in bed on the far side of the room with his back turned toward you. You stood at the foot of his bed, not laying down quite yet. “What’s wrong?” you asked, knowing better than to let Kurapika stew in his own thoughts.

“Nothing,” he uttered. 

You blinked slowly, with a sigh in between. You waited for a real answer, but after several moments, Kurapika was still deafeningly silent. “That’s not a real answer,” you clarified. 

In truth, Kurapika’s head spun with a way to answer your question that didn’t sound crazy. His heart fluttered when you were around, and it sank to the floor when you weren’t. He always felt the need to be around you, to protect you from any threat that might present itself. How could you be reckless enough to just avoid taking care of yourself? But he couldn’t be angry at you, right? Because you had only gotten so sick because you were working so hard. Still, he couldn’t help but be frustrated at your carelessness. That’s all it was, right? Frustration?

“Look, whatever it is, I’m here to talk,” you told him. “I won’t make you. But you can.”

Kurapika sat up and looked at the time. A little after ten o’clock. Although, all the time in the world wouldn’t be enough to explain how he felt. He crossed his legs in front of him and rubbed his eyes. “You’ll die if you keep doing this to yourself,” he said. “It’s reckless. It’s irresponsible.”

“I know,” you said. “I wasn’t trying to. I just wasn’t paying attention. This job was so involved–”

“That doesn’t mean you get to neglect your own care,” he interrupted. 

Your eyebrows narrowed and you crossed your arms. “Are you mad at me?” you asked, ready to fight back with everything you had. Of course, you couldn’t fathom arguing with Kurapika. But how could he be angry at you for something like this?

“No!” he reassured, sighing. He stood up and wandered around the room. “There’s more to it than that… I just need you to be safe.” He stopped, finally looking you in the eyes. Your heart stopped. Something about the way he looked at you just then was so different than any look he had given you before. Was it pity? Or maybe worry? No. It wasn’t. 

“I am,” you assured him, taking a step closer to him. He gasped, nearly silently when you did, his lips pursing when you grabbed his hand. “I’m right here. I’m fine.”

“It’s not just that,” he corrected. “The way I felt looking for you in that other village. I feel it all the time, when you’re not with me. Constantly thinking of you, worrying about where you are and what you’re doing. Just waiting for the minute I can get to you. It’s borderline obsession. I don’t know what to call it. But I know that I need you.”

He was mere inches from your face now. You looked up at him, hoping that he would say something else. You didn’t know how to respond. For several months now, you had traveled side by side, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You needed him just as badly, but the words seemed to get caught in your chest. So instead, as your heart swelled near bursting, you leaned forward and connected your lips to his. You intended for it to be just once. In your mind, you kissed him once and pulled away to see his reaction. But his hunger radiated from him, infecting you. Cautious hands rested on your lower back. As his desperation grew, so did his grip around your waist. He didn’t care where he touched. His arms pulled your body into his, attempting to melt the two of you together and leave no space in between. Your fingers tangled into his hair. 

Panic flooded your senses for a moment, and you pulled away. You searched Kurapika’s face for any hint of what the hell was happening. His hands anxiously pulled away, balling into fists at his sides. “Oh, God, I’m sorry,” he muttered, looking away from your face. 

“No,” you said, moving to hold his face. “Don’t be. I just… I don’t understand.”

He gently turned your body to face the mirror behind you. “Look at you,” he said, hands returning to the small of your waist. “How could I not?” His lips kissed at your neck, and his teeth grazed over the skin as you tried not to squirm where you stood. You let out a small whimper, and he moved in front of you again. He laid down on the bed, the mirror almost directly at the foot of the bed. “Come here,” he requested, holding out his hand. After hesitating for just a moment, you took his hand and sat on the bed next to him. 

He huffed a small laugh, and he pulled you between his legs, your back pressed to his chest. He rolled up his sleeves to feel more of your skin against his. “Look at yourself,” he told you, gently guiding your legs apart. “Please, let me prove how beautiful you are.” He waited for you to nod. You felt safe. Of course you did. Kurapika would never, ever do anything to hurt you. 

His hands traveled up your sides, gentle fingers tracing shapes under your shirt. He lifted it up, and you let him pull it over your head, your chest now exposed. He sighed. “Look how perfect,” he admired as his hands brushed your hair away from your neck and your shoulder. His lips connected to your skin, kissing and nipping at your ear, your neck, your shoulder, your collar bone, anywhere he could reach. Meanwhile, his hands were wandering below the neck, palms gliding along your ribs and gently cupping your breasts. His index fingers made circles over your nipples, taking advantage of their sensitivity. When you whined at his touch, he sighed against your flesh. “You sound so beautiful,” he whispered, his warm breath against your ear making you shiver and squirm. “Moan more for me.” You wanted more– so much more. You couldn’t bear the thought of him touching you anywhere except your waiting cunt. 

One of Kurapika’s hands traveled down to the elastic waistband of your shorts. His thumb stroked the skin just outside the waistband, gently enough to be the touch of a ghost. Showing your desperation, you lifted your hips and pulled your shorts down over your legs, leaving them hanging off the side of the bed. Fully exposed before him, you were made painfully aware of his hardened member behind you. But Kurapika, truthfully, didn’t mind. He was focused on the way his fingers slid up your inner thigh, all the way to your mons, and then back down, his other hand still toying with your nipple. His eyes were trained on the way your chest rose and fell at his every touch. How could he ever deny you his touch when you whined and gasped for him like this?

“You’ll tell me if you want me to stop?” Kurapika asked, his hand pausing just before touching your pussy. 

“Yes,” you said, nodding vigorously. When Kurapika raised his eyebrows, you said, “I promise.” 

A gentle smile spread over Kurapika’s lips, and he said, “Good.” With only his middle finger, he dipped between your folds and collected the slick that was gathered there, dragging it back up to your clit. You gasped, your eyes closing and eyebrows knitting together. “Look at that,” he admired, moving to the other side of your head to devour the skin there. Your head leaned backward and rested on his shoulder as you whined, a wordless begging for more of his touch. He couldn’t have asked for better. 

Kurapika rubbed little circles into your clit, just his middle finger making your mind spin. He added a second finger, as well as more pressure. “I need you to feel good,” he admitted, “just for me, Y/N.”

Kurapika’s lips latched onto your neck, suckling on a small section, his tongue swiping over it. So much stimulation all at once… You weren’t sure what to pay attention to. For several minutes, he continued to rub your pussy, dipping between your folds to collect the wetness that settled there. With every circle, you moaned a little louder, and Kurapika relished in your sounds. The knot in your belly got tighter with every movement Kurapika made. “K-kurapik-ka, I-I’m–”

“No,” he commanded, pulling his hand away. You couldn’t help the whine that escaped your lips. “I want to feel it around me.”

You sat up, and he escaped for just a minute to undress completely. When he rested on his knees on the bed, you instinctively laid on your back, looking straight up at him. He took a moment to admire the sight before him, delicate fingers brushing over your skin before he rested his tip between your folds. The desperation was clear on his face as he pushed himself into you, inch by inch. Slowly, he began to thrust, his hips connecting to yours as he hit every single gummy spot inside you. His movements were slow but intentional, pleasure racing through your body with every touch. You started to reach down to rub your own clit, but Kurapika swatted your hand away. “I need to be the one to make you cum,” he corrected, sliding his own fingers over your clit again. 

You whined your wordless pleas, for some reason fearing that he may stop again. All the pleasure was too much to handle. In just a few minutes, you were ready to crumble beneath him again. “Please,” you pleaded aloud. 

“You’re so perfect,” he whispered, watching your face as you got closer and closer to your release. “So beautiful.” He watched your face carefully as the knot snapped in your belly and your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. You squeezed around him as you came, making it impossible to hold back his own orgasm. He pulled out just in time to spread his seed all over your ass and the bedsheets. 

With heavy breaths, he laid down next to you, pulling you close to him. You rested your head on his shoulder and caught your breath, only for your thoughts to begin racing. “Kurapika?” you asked, feeling drained again. 

“I love you, Y/N,” he uttered. “That’s what you were going to ask, right?”

You gave a small smile. “Yeah,” you answered. “I love you, too.”

These characters belong to the creators of Hunter x Hunter.

This writing belongs to Abigail Rothenberger, also known as BillieThePumpkin. Do not copy or alter this content on Tumblr or any other platform.

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I Hope I Can Keep You Warm

(tw: Kurapika’s trauma, nudity, angst)

(no this is not smut. For now at least. there is some nice wholesome fluff to make up for the angst. word count- 2,982)

Panting breaths, echoing footsteps, and the sound of snow underneath your boots crunching underneath you reverberate through the crisp night air uninterrupted. Your mind is racing with panic while your body is filled with adrenaline. One thing you know for certain is- you were beginning to regret your decision to help Kurapika with this dangerous mission.

“I’m surprised you even asked me to meet you here,” You sit across from Kurapika in a small, dimly lit cafe, “When’s the last time we’ve seen each other in person.”

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𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬:  ꒰ 💭 ᵎ ꒱

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧; 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝

𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚

⊱ 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫 ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

⊱ 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

⊱ 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 -  𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝 ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

⊱ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

⊱ 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

⊱ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

⊱ 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

⊱ 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 - ꒰ 💭 ᵎ ꒱

⊱ 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

⊱ 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

⊱ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

⊱ 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

⊱ 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐝 -  𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

⊱ 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚. - 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞

⊱ 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

⊱ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚 ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

⊱ 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

⊱ 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚’𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞 ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

⊱ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧 ࿐• 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 ↷ 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

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𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Hi! Welcome to my masterlist where you can find all my work. Any other info about my blog can be found here. I’m more than happy to take requests!

★ - Angst ☆ - Fluff ☆ﾐ - Series ✮ - Headcannons

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Supernatural Masterlist

As i’ve written so many fics for supernatural it took up half of my masterlist so I created a whole separate masterlist for it. Which you can visit above!

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Marvel Cinematic Universe 

Druig (Eternals) ☆ﾐ My Empty Lover, Part Two ,Part Three Sersi seeks out her fellow Eternals to stop the emergence. In doing so, she finds you, the fortune teller who can no longer remember her own past. ★ Mortal Heartache Druig the Eternal, immortal, falls effortlessly for a very much mortal girl. What could go wrong?

Marc Spector / Steven Grant (Moon Knight) ☆ The Sleep Clinic When Steven begins seeing things, hearing voices that aren’t there and acquiring other delusional traits, he seeks the help of his doctor. She prescribes him a healthy dose of a good nights sleep; something he can’t seem to achieve without her comfort. ★ Day Dreaming Steven sees her in his dreams. He never questions it, but it comes as quite at shock when she’s standing across the road from him one day.

Bucky Barnes ★ Communication When your boyfriend, Bucky, finally blips back into the world after five years, you find that things aren’t the same between the two of you anymore.

Peter Parker ☆ A Corridor Crush They always say it goes from strangers, to friends and then to lovers. Peter, however, finds himself stuck, barely able to befriend the girl he’s found himself utterly captured by. Something of which Spiderman seems to help him with.

Peter Parker (The Amazing Spider-Man) ★ To Be Yours Just when life seems to be running smoothly, life throws a spanner in the works. That spanner happens to be one of your close friends: Peter Parker.

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Stranger Things

Steve Harrington ☆ﾐ Protector of the Party Rewrite  Y/n didn’t remember much from the night her mother had been taken away; her mind didn’t want to. It isn’t until her cousin’s best friend, Will Byers, goes missing that she’s finally faced with the truth. And within the midst of monster hunting and uncovering the reality of Hawkins, Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington finds himself weaving his way back into the girl’s life. ☆ﾐ When Opposites Don’t Attract, Part Two, Part Three (Steve’s Ending) Steve and Y/n were meant to be like magnets that repelled. It was as if the whole world shifted when they started dating. But now, Steve is having doubts someone else might be a better fit for her. ☆ Movies and Kisses Y/n has started spending an abnormal amount of time browsing for films at Family Video. Eddie begins to suspect her reasoning for such isn’t just due to her love for movies.

Eddie Munson  ☆ﾐ When Opposites Don’t Attract, Part Two, Part Three (Eddie’s Ending) Steve and Y/n were meant to be like magnets that repelled. It was as if the whole world shifted when they started dating. But now, Steve is having doubts someone else might be a better fit for her. ☆ The Princess and the Freak Eddie and Y/n seem to be living the modern day Romeo and Juliet: the outcast and the cheerleader. They sneak around their peers to find moments they can steal together. This time, their moment is interrupted. ☆ Stick and Poke While Y/n finally escaped her years of captivity in Hawkins Lab, the numbered tattoo on her wrist still haunts her. Eddie comes up with an idea to cover it up. ★ Ghosts Y/n starts seeing glimpses of her boyfriend. This would be perfectly fine, except for the fact she had watched him die a week prior.

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The Witcher

Jaskier ☆ﾐ A Runaway  The reader finds herself in a world that she doesn’t recognise. No one can seem to remember who she is and for the life of her, no words can convince anyone that she means no harm. ☆ﾐ  Happy Coincidences ,Part Two Never did you seek out to stay by the side of the bard, but, somehow, you find that you always find the other in some way or other. ☆ Music Fixes All After days of non-stop walking, you finally find an Inn. Still, your mind can’t seem to turn off, so you seek the help of the boy next door. ★ Me Before Him Being Geralt’s partner in all things monster hunting, the reader is given a choice when the Witcher argues with her favourite bard. ☆ The Art of Getting By In a scramble to stay finically afloat, a pub reaches out to a up-and-coming musician. Whom of which can’t seem to resist the lone bartender that watches him from afar each night.

Geralt   ☆ﾐ A Runaway The reader finds herself in a world that she doesn’t recognise. No one can seem to remember who she is and for the life of her, no words can convince anyone that she means no harm.

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Harry Potter

Fred Weasley ☆ﾐ Love for Dummies Struggling to keep up with his grades, McGonagall pairs Fred with the reader in an attempt to help him catch up. Instead, it becomes the cause for multiple arguments and snarky comments and a relationship which only causes frustration for the two. ★ To Fix what is Broke After a teenage heartbreak, all you wish for is your best-friend. He’s not there. ☆ Favours for the Falling Fred and Y/n couldn’t be more different, yet the boy can’t help but find himself falling for her. ★ Just Material  When Fred finds Y/n wearing a jumper which isn’t her own (and certainly isn’t his), he can’t help but question who it must belong to. ✮ Fred Taking you to The Yule Ball

George Weasley ★ Truth or Truth Bored at a party, a group of you down a bottle of veritaserum and let your secrets out. Inventible, this leads to an argument which doesn’t seem to be to fix itself over time.

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Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby ★ Rules and How to Break Them Before Y/n’s dad (a former loyal employee for the Peaky Blinders) passed, he had Polly promise him that she would protect his daughter. In her best attempt to do so, she made it rule that none of the Shelby boys were to be chasing after her. A rule of which Thomas was finding tricky to abide by. ★ A Certain Rivalry  In attempt to get a rival gang to do what he wants them to, Tommy uses one of their daughters as leverage. Over the course of her captivity, he comes to realise she is not what he first believed. ☆ Bed Ridden After a certain incident involving a few too many weapons, Y/n finds herself imprisoned in a hospital. A part of her feels as if she might be going mad; Tommy does his very best to take care of her. ★ Confessions for Another Day As childhood friends, Tommy and Y/n were inserpable, spending an afternoon pettng a race horse. When years pass and said horse falls ill, it brings the two back together - where a certain confession is made.

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DC

Bruce Wayne (The Batman)  ☆ﾐ The Problem with Duality, Part Two Bruce has always attempted to keep his vigilante persona hidden from Y/n. That all becomes trickier when a new killer, of which she’s helping to hunt, is found going after the riches of Gotham. ★ Something About Risk Y/n is recruited to handle the logistics of the Batman persona, ignoring the danger that comes with it. When she is deemed missing by Gotham police, Bruce doesn’t stop until he finds her.

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Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid    ☆ﾐ Talk to Me, Part Two In which an unrequited love becomes all to overwhelming for the reader ☆ Of all the Poets Watching a wedding from afar seems to spark new thoughts for Spencer as he pines for his best friend.

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Doctor Who

10th Doctor ☆ﾐ All Consuming Y/n never believed that her constant headaches and feeling of haze could be more than stress; then the Doctors finds her, claiming that her illness is something otherworldly. She’s forced into different times and places as she and the Doctor search for a cure - all while being hunted by such otherworldly creatures.

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The Boys

Soldier Boy ☆ﾐ Saviour Complex, Chapter One

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X-Men

Erik Lehnsherr ☆ Full of Surprises  Charles sends you to check on Erik; you end up staying longer than intended.

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American Horror Story

Tate Langdon ☆ Just Being Neighbourly The two have been neighbours for some years now, yet Tate can’t help but make his move.