#but i find roaches beautiful in a way

[romanarose]

Scars

Pre-Outbreak!Joel Miller x pale!fem!reader (see immersivity warnings)

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Summary: You and Joel are taking things slow, really slow. You find that he's easy to open up to about your depression, but you find it's hard to tell him the full extent.

Warnings: Talk of depression and self harm, self harm scars, descriptions of said scars (healed, not bleeding or recent) piv sex, oral f!recieving. Comfort sex. first time between couple, not loss of virginity.

Immersivity: Reader is fem, no specified age. This is a fic i started last year when i was doing very, very poorly and relapsing. I wanted to write something for myself. I usually really try to make things as inclusive as I can but the descriptions of scars are detailed and they are detailed to my skin, which is pale. I'm sorry, but I wanted to write this for myself. I support people writing fics specific to themselves, their skin tone, their hair type, their wieght etc, as long as it's labled right. @fandxmslxt69 said i could do it and said if anyone has a problem, come to her <3

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"And the scars remind us that the past is real" Scars, Papa Roach

Joel hadn’t minded when you said you wanted to take things slow. He didn’t mind one bit. Being a dad of a preteen , albeit an easy one, didn’t leave him with much opportunity to move fast. He was busy. In fact, he hadn’t really intended to date at all, at least until Sarah was in college if that… but you had sparkled your way into his life accidentally, and he was trying his best to balance it all. You were understanding, patient, you didn't get mad if he had to rearrange plans or cancel because something with Sarah or work came up, and he thought things were going well. You were beautiful, fun, and the few times you’d briefly met Sarah, she seemed to like you. That was a necessity. Joel absolutely refuses to date someone that made Sarah unhappy, but Sarah had made a few references to him and dating before he met you anyway, so she seemed okay with it. It wasn’t like he had a relationship with her mom, as much as Joel had tried to foster something… her mom hadn’t been interested.

Tommy was a lifesaver. When he noticed Joel had been struggling, Tommy sat him down and asked to help him. Tommy asked Joel. 

“You deserve a life.” Tommy had insisted.

“Sarah is my life.”

“Joel, you deserve m-”

“Don’t say I deserve more, Tommy. Sarah is enough. I don’t need more.”

Tommy sighed. “I know, brother, but can I at least help you out a bit? Give you a little free time to see that pretty girl of yours?”

Tommy had only met you once, but he liked you too. Joel acquiesced, letting Tommy take care of taking her to soccer practices (but he would NOT miss a game). This did end up being a big help and Joel had more and more time to see you… and when Tommy took Sarah out for a movie or she had plans with friends, he found more and more time alone in the evening with you.

Joel didn’t want to take his hands off your body the first time you and him made out on his couch, but when his hand went to feel up your breasts, you noticeably tensed. Fearing he overstepped, Joel quickly pulled back and apologized. Both of you nervous messes, it took a moment before you and Joel got full sentences out.

“Shit, I’m sorry-”

“No no it’s okay!”

“I just thought-”

“And I want too-!”

“No, I didn’t mean for anything tonight-”

“Oh, uh, right-”

“Not that I don’t want to!”

“Me too!”

Eventually, Joel clarified he was just enjoying feeling you, he didn’t want you to feel pressured into anything ‘like that’, and you explained he can touch you like that, you just wanted to wait a little bit… You sat back, nervous, but figured now was as good a time as any. 

“Actually, there was something I wanted to talk to you about, if we could…” You shuffle on the couch.

Joel looks nervous, but open. He wants to know you, good and bad, and if something was bothering you, he wanted to know. “Of course, I’m all ears.”

You take a deep breath. “Do you know what depression is?”

“Oh. Uh, yeah, I have an aunt with it but we don’t really talk about it much… Sometimes Sarah’s school sends her home with pamphlets… so I know a little, I guess.” That’s not what he was expecting.

“Well… I have it.”

“Oh.” He says again, dumbly. “I'm sorry. Or… am I not supposed to say that?”

You can’t help laughing a little. He was sweet, and he was trying. “It’s okay, Joel, and thank you. Well, about 6 months ago I started therapy and started taking an antidepressant, and things have been a lot better but… I need you to understand, things can get really dark for me sometimes and… it can be a lot for other people to deal with. I promise, it’s nothing dangerous to others!” You quickly add when you see his confused face. “It’s just, sometimes I’m not myself… and, if that’s not something you can handle, I want you to know that’s okay.”

Joel sat there for a moment, looking at you. He wasn’t stupid, he knew what depression was… but in the South, it wasn’t like they talked about that sort of thing much. Still, he liked you… he liked you a lot, actually, and he wanted to be there to support you. He couldn’t just run away from difficult times, not when he had a preteen. It would mean he wasn’t fit to be there for Sarah…

“I wanna be there for you.” Joel assured you, to your growing smile. “I may not know how to, but I wanna try my best.”

You smile more, and scoot up next to him, in turn Joel lays an arm around you. “Thank you, Joel”

Still, you were nervous… because Joel hasn’t seen you without sleeves… nonetheless without clothes. 

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In the end, it was almost 4 months before you had sex. Physically, you’d taken things slow, but emotionally you hadn’t at all. You were in love, and you’d both told each other as much. Tommy had given Joel shit for committing to a girlfriend without having sex, but Joel had told Tommy he could talk after he got an actual girlfriend, not hookups. Still, Tommy wanted to provide a good opportunity for Joel to fuck you the way Joel would want to. Sappy and romantic. So, when Sarah’s favorite band Halican Drops was coming to Housten, Tommy offered to pay for them to go and for a hotel. 

Joel had tried to protest, saying it was too expensive, saying he wasn’t sure he wanted Sarah that far away, and that he should just come, but Tommy smacked him on the head.

“Dumbass, I’m giving you a night with your girlfriend!”

When Tommy promised not to have a single drop of alcohol, text every hour, not let her stand by any men, call when they leave the venue and get to the hotel ETC, Joel allowed it to happen. Sarah was ECSTATIC, being the first concert she’d ever been to, and although a teeny bopper band wasn’t exactly on Tommy’s dream list, he was excited to be a cool uncle. Also, Joel needed to get laid. He was getting cranky at work.

The night itself was a lot of fun. Joel took you to a nice restaurant, and after you came back to his place and changed into more comfortable clothes, you’d spent the night watching American Idol. Joel was very critical.

As the night progressed, your nerves grew as you knew where the natural progression of the night would take you. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to fuck Joel; you really, really wanted to. And you weren’t nervous about him. You knew Joel would stop if you said stop. What you were nervous about was your body. Joel looked good, but he had a bit of a stomach himself so you didn’t think he’d be worried about your shape or small imperfections… Joel was a gentle soul, kind, loving. Yeah, that wasn’t the worry. The worry had been on your skin.

In the middle of winter, you’d managed to not show much skin around him, with jackets and long sleeves and pants… but it was inevitable. Joel had been a wonderful support to you these 4 months, holding your hand, listening to you when you cried. Slowly you opened up to him about the circumstances that meant you needed extra help, and he was everything you could ask for. 

But how would he react to this?

Joel had you laid out on the bed, both of you still dressed and his pajama covered pants grinding into your warm cunt. Joel sure liked to take his time. 

“We don’t gotta do noth’n, you know that right?” Joel muttered into your neck, drunk on you but still being respectful like the gentle man he was.

“I know”

He pulled back. “Then why’dya seem so nervous?”

You look up at him, wide eyed and nervous, but you needed this… you needed to tell him the truth. “Joel…”

He got off you, standing up at the edge of the bed. The massive, rock hard erection in his pants couldn’t have been comfortable, but his willingness to stop anyway meant a lot. It was a low bar but it was there.

“We can stop, I’m sorry-”

You sit up on your elbows. “It’s not you, it’s just um… I should tell you something before we start…”

“Okay.” He was few on words, but he looked receptive.

You weren’t sure how to do this, how to open up that conversation… so you decided just to show him. Lights still on, you begin to take off your shirt.

Joel tried to stop you. “Hey, hey, no, let’s talk.”

You smile at him. “We will, Joel, just… let me show you…” After the shirt was off, you slid off your pants and laid on the bed, spread out and close to naked in a bra and underwear.

“Jesus, darl’n…” Joel mumbled, taking in the sight before him. 

Scars littered your body.

It wasn’t a few, it was a lot, and the coverage was significant. Joel’s eyes roamed your body, cock softening quickly despite your near-nakedness and took in the expanse of the scaring. Your thighs were the most noticeable, pink slaves across your skin from the hips to mid-thigh. His hand reached out instinctively, but pulled back. You noticed.

Your voice was soft, reassuring. You knew he was confused and curious. “You can touch me, it’s okay.”

He does. Joel’s fingers a feather light across your skin, feeling the way the scars dipped and raised depending on severity. There there cuts, but also burn mark; small circles from cigarettes twisting up the patterns more. It was all over, reaching back to the curve of your ass. His eyes followed the trail up and the cuts became less in intensity and number, but never stopping over your hip bone and to your stomach. These were lighter; less that split open the skin but the silver lines were still raised over the belly fat as his fingers touched you. Your bra-line showed more burns, and he stopped short of the cloth. 

You take his hands and guide Joel to reach behind you to unclasp the bra, allowing him to pull it up and reveal your breasts. His eyes water as he sees the scars never stopped, marring your breasts, although not nearly the horrific amount on your thighs.

“I don’t understand…” He mumbles, sadness and distress clear in his eyes. “You did this to yourself?” Joel takes your hand in his, examining the scars making a ring around your wrist. He kissed the inside, eyes threatening to pool over.

You nod. “Yeah…”

His voice cracks. “But… why?”

“Sometimes…” You start, overcome with emotions at the clear pain on his face. He loved you so much, the thought of you in this much pain hurt him as well. “It was all I could do to cope.”

He didn’t seem like he understood, but he wasn’t judging you. He didn’t look at you like a freak like so many others did. He just knew he didn’t want you to feel this way again. 

“I havn’t done it in a while.” You give him a smile. “You make things easier. I mean, I’m still… yeah… but you do make things much better.” He did. Having someone who held you, listened to you, helped pick up the pieces… it wasn’t going to cure you, but it was amazing how much support helped with the addition of meds and therapy. 

Joel relaxed at that, a relieved and gentle smile on his face. “I’m glad, darl’n…” He held you hand to his face, chapped lips nuzzling against your damaged skin. “”M here to take care of you now, okay? I wanna help.”

“You do.” You assure him, pulling his face down to you again and taking his mouth in yours. “You mean so much to me Joel, you make me so happy…” His body covers yours once more, his warm encasing you as he protectively holds you.

“You’re safe with me.” Joel mutters against your mouth, fingers digging into your soft flesh.

You pull him closer to you, grinding yourself up against him, enticing him again. “Still want you tonight, please? I can’t wait any longer.” It’s had been a long 4 months and fuck, fuck you wanted him, badly. 

“Always gonna take care of you, princesa.” Joel grinds his jeans-clothed cock against the soft fabric of your underwear, making you shutter. “Gonna take care of my pretty girl, always.”

And god, did he.

Joel’s mouth was sloppy, wet, hot between your legs. His tongue fucked into your hole, prodding you open and his hips bucking against the bed. Insatiable. Arms locked around your legs, his nose nudged against your clit as it seemed he was trying push himself as strongly against your body as he could, to devour you, to bring you and him the most absolute pleasure he could.

You tug at his hair, soft waves in between your fingers as you draw him closer to you. Warmth pooling in your stomach, you felt that pressure grow with every moan, every vibration, every sluuuuuuuuuurp! of your juices, christ he was incredible. You felt elevated, devoted too and adorned in affection the way you had always wanted to be. He was everything in this moment. Joel’s tongue slid up in a swift swipe, mouth and that pouty lower lip latching onto your clit with his fingers pumped into you.

“JOEL! J-ohhhhhh” Your cry for his name melted into moans as you came on his mouth and fingers, crushing his head between thighs as your legs bent. The power of your orgasm caused you to tense and then melt into the bed. You give a low hum as he kisses your inner thighs. As you come to reality again, you register Joel’s sweet kisses all over your legs. He’s kissing the trail of your scars. Joel kisses over the scars on your right thigh and up the crease at your inner hip.

“What are you doing?” You mutter, never for a moment fully let go of his hair.

“Appreciating every inch of you.”

Joel kissed his way up your torso, over the scars under your tits and over the mounds. Latching onto your nipple, he swirled his tongue around the sensitive skin. You can feel him smile against your skin when your back arches off the bed.

“Fuck, Joel, your fucking mouth…” You whimper, and when his mouth lets go his hands never do. Softly, he touches you in all the scarred, squishy parts of you you were trained for so long to hate. 

He kissed you tenderly, gentle hands a contrast to his hungry mouth. That tongue, that goddamn tongue…

When he slides in, your eyes can’t help but roll back; your chest rises up against his broad expanse. He filled you so perfectly, fucking deep inside you and filling you up. You never felt so full. Your heart, your life, your stretched out cunt… every part of you was full and euphoric.

“My sweet, perfect girl…” Joel grunts as he pumps into you, hand braced against the headboard and towering over you. You gazed up at him, the yellow lighting of the ceiling fan created a halo around him. Joel looked positively angelic. 

Fitting, as he was your angel.

You were aware how he was perceived in his culésac. Joel was highly respected; kind, hard working if a bit disorganized. A good southern man who raised his brother and daughter well, helped the elderly neighbors, bailed his brother out of pinches and would use his truck to help anyone move. Yeah, people liked Joel. But they wouldn’t call him gentle, like how you feel his hands over your stomach. They wouldn’t call him soft like you felt his stomach against yours. They wouldn’t call him angelic, but that was all you could say as you came on his cock.

They certainly would not call him warm, but that was all you felt as you pulled out and sprayed ropes of cum on your stomach. 

You dozed off to sleep as he spread his cum around your scarred skin.

You vaguely register him cleaning you up, tired and content, and wait for him to join you again. His body felt perfect against your, fitting so well against your body like two puzzle pieces so close together. You had mumbled a request to be dressed, just in case Sarah and Tommy came home early, so you were both cuddled up in sweats under a thick blanket.

Everything with Joel felt safe and warm.

"Scars remind us where we've been. They don't have to dictate where we're going" -David Rossi, Criminal Minds.

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So, there we are. I'm very frustrated by the new bought of scars that are quite noticable that I have to wait to fade again but I refuse to be ashamed the way I used to. My scars are just scars from my trauma and illness. It's a moral failing of the people who have and continue to harm me, not mine.

Thank you all for reading, this was quite a venerable piece for me but I see a light at te end of the tunnel, and things will be getting better, I know it <3

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[ghostssweetgirl]

Hello, I hope you are well. 141 men+Konig and Roach.Alex. How do they react when they accidentally see female reader in the city for the first time? And just like that. The reader is shopping at a grocery store. And men do not know her. because they never saw the reader's face. but the reader recognizes them because she has seen their faces before and the reader says. What's up? (name) I'll send you a photo of the reader's gaze. so the reader works on the same team as them but right now it's a free day

Have a nice day :)

Hey there! I really like this request <3

TF141 + König + Roach + Alex Reacting to Seeing the Reader's Face (in public)

warnings: cursing, other than that, none. they think you're pretty 😍

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Simon happened to be shopping in your town. No, he didn't do it on purpose. It was just on his way home.

You were shopping as well. You lived in a big city, so it wasn't unusual for you to be unmasked when doing your business. No one here knew you. You were on the pet food aisle, glancing over the ingredients of a specific brand until you suddenly felt a familiar presence walking by along the outside of the aisle. You look to your side and... spot Ghost.

Why was he here? Not like, why was he shopping, but why would he come to your city? It was too many people for his liking.

You watch him walk by, he doesn't give you a second glance as he goes about his business.

You set the bag of food down as you abandon your cart, walking fast to catch up to him. "Ghost!"

He heard a familiar voice call behind him, but as he turned around, he didn't know who he was looking at and how they knew his callsign. "What's up?" you asked, tilting your head at him. He stopped in his tracks, looking you up and down. "Bloody hell are you?"

You nervously laughed. "Y/N...?"

He was in disbelief. Wow, you were quite beautiful. He didn't think you'd be ugly, but my goodness, he was swept off his feet. "Fuckin' hell, kid," he rasped, chuckling nervously, you could tell.

"Sorry, I forgot you've never seen my face."

"Forgot to warn me you were quite stunning, too, darlin'."

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

He heard about this big grocery store from a friend, deciding to check it out. It was also the one you were at, trying to find some new clothes.

In your own little world, you weren't paying attention to the fact you were absent-mindedly taking over the aisle as you were folding a shirt back up.

"Excuse me," a voice called from behind you.

"Sorry," you muttered, moving out of the way. The man gave you a polite smile, and as you made eye contact, your pupils dilated, recognizing your teammate, Soap. "What's up?" you asked.

"Oh, jus' shoppin', nothin' much." You looked into his cart, curious. Some beer, socks, small food items. Also hygiene products. He watched you nose into what he's buying, wondering who the hell this random (pretty) lady is.

You stifle a laugh, looking at the soap in his cart. "Soap." He shook his head, softly chuckling. "Wha's so funny about that?"

You teased him. "Soap! For Soap... Come on, do you not get it?"

For a minute, he recognized the voice but couldn't put two and two together. Wondered if you were who he thought you were.

After awkward staring, you throw your arms up playfully. "Soap! You must not... recognize me...?" "Y/N...?" you continued.

He just figured it out, the way you emphasized his name. "Y/N... Shite, yer... beautiful," he muttered. "Didn't think I'd ever see your face, lass."

Captain 'John' Price

He was just leaving, checking out with his cart full of his selected items. Damn this long line, he'd be here a while.

You were walking in with an empty cart, eyes glued to the front of you. Wanting to get in, and get out. You take notice of the long line. Sighing in annoyance, you go about your business.

You make your way up to the front, expecting the line to have made progress. Nope, still long. Some person had 3 full carts, and was giving one of the cashiers a hard time. Not to mention it was one of the rush hours of business. You look around to see a bunch of grumpy, tired faces. It was all just regular people, until you saw your captain. You smiled, hesitant to say hi to him, not wanting to be a bother.

"Hey, Captain Price!" you sang. He fixed his gaze onto you precisely, questionably. "What's up?"

He met you halfway in between the queues. "How in the bloody hell do you know who I am?" his voice was low.

"Because... I'm in the task force, silly," you laughed. "Y/N."

"Oh," he said plainly, his body visibly relieved. "Well, kid. Near freaked me out, some pretty lady knowin' my rank."

"Sorry," you blushed. "I'll leave you be, then? See you at work."

"Nice to see ya, y/n," his bright blue eyes beamed as they crinkled from his wide smile.

You were nearly finished up shopping, when you walked next to Gaz.

You didn't notice him at first, but when you did, he smiled at you with a polite nod as if you were a stranger.

You smiled back. "What's up, Garrick?"

He squinted his eyes at you, wondering how he knew you.

"I'm sorry, remind me of who you are?"

"Y/N, silly," you quipped.

"Oh," he sighed, looking over the features of your face. "Nice seein' you without the mask."

You almost blush, reaching up to soothe your unmasked face. "Thanks. Definitely didn't expect to see you... here."

"It was just on my way."

"Yeah, well, I hope you're enjoying your time off," you smiled.

"You, too, y/n," he smiled back, walking off but making sure to get one last look at you before you walked off, memorizing your face.

König

It's been such a long day already, and here you were stuck at a busy grocery store in your city. You usually stopped by here every so often, but didn't think the store would be busy when you came here today.

You were pretty much just looking at useless stuff at this point, to pass time by as the queues were not moving. You sigh as you grew tired of looking at this nonsense. Seeing some queues move, you finally hopped in one. You were in a hurry, and that was obvious, but so was someone else.

You almost bumped carts with this man, and before you go to apologize, you hear his thick German accent being the first one to apologize profusely. "I... am so sorry! You go ahead, ma'am," he muttered.

"König! I am so sorry!" you giggled. "I was in a hurry, I didn't see you there! What's up?" He stuttered, hands nearly shaking at you knowing his name. "I... was just shopping here."

"Are... you okay?"

"Ja... yes, I just... sorry, I don't think I know you..."

"Y/N! I don't have my mask on..." you rubbed your cheek. "Sorry to confuse you."

He was taken aback by how beautiful you were. He was already an anxious man, finally being able to put a voice to a very pretty face felt quite nice, but finding out just how gorgeous you were was making his heart slam against his ribcage.

"I-sorry," you could hear his nervousness, it was admittedly very cute. "You are very pretty, Maus."

Roach

You had gone to the store to get some alcohol, it was one of your days off and you wanted to enjoy yourself.

You went to the aisle, and started browsing.

You grabbed a few bottles of wine, and an extra bottle of liquor for another day and started walking out of the aisle to leave.

Until someone came around the corner.

You smiled as you spotted your teammate, Roach.

"Roach! Hey, what's up?"

He made eye contact with you, and you could tell he was confused.

"Sorry, do I know you?"

"It's Y/N! Sorry, don't have my mask on," you apologized, blushing.

"Oh. I was wondering how some beautiful woman knew me," he laughed. "It's nice to see you."

"Thanks, Roach," you smirked. You bid your goodbyes as you walked off, not seeing him look back at you once more.

You were stumped on a product, deciding if you should buy it. You started looking around for products that seemed popular, and went with the correct brand.

You were on your way to the front, when you spotted someone you knew. Alex. He was either in a hurry, or just wanted to get to where he was going, but you followed him.

You about lost him, but finally caught up.

"Alex! Hey!"

He looked around at a few people before he looked at you.

"What's up?" you smiled at him.

He stammered his words. "Hi. Who're you? How do I know you?"

You laughed as you playfully rolled your eyes. "Y/N."

"Damn, nice to see your face, lil lady," he chuckled, eyes wide at your beauty.

"Aw, thanks," you replied. "Enjoying your time off?"

"You know it." You both did some small talk before you had to make your way out. You waved goodbye at him, and he returned it with a polite smile, watching you as you walked away.

"Damn, she's beautiful," he whispered under his breath.

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A/N - Hope this was good! I've never written for Roach or Alex, so I don't know if I wrote them out well, but thank you for this request and sorry it took a while to get finished! <3

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[lillysbigwilly]

high with my lover

(ellie williams x fem reader)

You had been dating Ellie Williams for a whole year and ten days. Life during the apocalyptic world was tough and you found solitude within each other. You were there when Joel died and there when ellie hunted down abby. That was back when you were just friends, however.

You had been there through her hardest moments and now your with her as life starts looking better.

The two of you had just re-moved into the farmhouse that you had ditched on the hunt for Abby and Ellie thought it was just about the perfect time to dig into her special stash.

The sun was setting, logs burning on the bonfire and you were cuddled under a blanket looking out at the darkening sky.

Ellie plucked the joint she had rolled an hour prior from behind her ear and leant forward slightly, carefully lighting it using the flames from the bonfire. She was the first to take a few puffs before handing it over to you, hee hand delicately places on your bare thigh as you took a drag.

Once the joint was finished with, you stubbed it out against the ever growing pile of roaches in the homemade ash tray.

The two of you just spoke until it kicked in, ellie had been building all day while you baked in the kitchen with quiet music playing in the back.

The sudden feeling of heaviness came first, your head dropping onto Ellie’s shoulder as if it was too heavy to hold up. You could feel your mouth dry up and your eyes go glossy. Looking over at Ellie, it had also seemed to hit her too

And she looked fucking beautiful

Her eyes tinted red and glossy as she looked towards you, her eyelids hooded and relaxed

“fuck you look so pretty babe” Ellie spoke, her voice raspy from her dry throat

“you don’t look too bad yourself pretty lady” You quip back, pecking her lips. To outsiders, it would have looked almost idealistic. Two young adults, both so in love with each other and at peace with there situation

And if anyone saw, they’d be absolutely correct. the sky glowing hues of pink and orange as it set in front of the pair of you leaving a soft faded colour on each of your faces.

“i love you so much” you told her, Ellie knew even if you were to never speak those words again

“yeah, i know” Ellie joked, smirking as if she was so proud of her joke. You didn’t find it funny though, gently shoving her “hey! i was messing with ya! you know i’m in love with you”

“yeah, i know” and with that, you give her the cheesiest grin you could muster up

getting high with the one you loved wasn’t the worst way to spend your time at all

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[cosmos-coma]

Sick Days- Geralt

Pairing: Geralt x Reader

Words: ~1.1k

Summary: You refuse to tell Geralt that you're sick and so he has to find out the hard way

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“How are you doing back there, Y/n?” Geralt called back to you, he and Roach taking the lead on this narrow path.

The partly cloudy afternoon was more than welcome to you compared to the rain you had pushed through all day yesterday. And the day before. Ugh. 

Honestly, you liked rain as a whole, but the added chill in the air and the absolute soaking of your jacket left you feeling tired, feverish, and sniffly. You dared not let Geralt know that you were growing sick, the deadline to get to Novigrad was drawing closer and you refused to be the cause for missing it.

“Yep, yeah, I’m okay back here…” you lied. Your vision had begun spinning and your vision started lagging behind your eyes about 10 minutes ago. Your light tunic clung to your skin as your fever made you sweat relentlessly. Your various layers were laying across your horse in an unceremonious heap where you had left them and- wait, did you lose a jacket along the way? Hmm, you couldn't remember.

You let out a soft hum as a faint breeze cooled your skin and gave you a moment of relief from the sweltering heat.

 “Y/n?” Geralt called out to you, “did you hear what I said?”

“Hm? Oh, no… what were you saying?” Your eyes closed as you tried to listen, your ears only picking up garbled noises. You could feel your body begin to get to tired to hold itself together, but you had to fight through it. 

“Hmm, That’s interesting… “ you replied- well you're pretty sure that’s what you said. You… couldn’t be sure right now. Your consciousness filled with nothing more than a dense fog you couldn't seem to fan away. 

“Yes very interesting…” you slurred out as your mind finally forced your body to shut down and everything went dark.

“Y/n, you’re not making any sense- shit..!” Geralt turned just in time to see you fall off your horse with a great big THUD. A pathetic groan was the last sound your barely conscious body sent out as Geralt yelled again and ran to your limp body. 

“Y/n?” he shook you, “Fuck… and you’re burning up,” he commented and swiftly picked you up, your skin blazing and burning against his. “Let’s get you to an Inn, we’re done traveling for today…”

You woke up on clean linens, your body stripped down to its underclothes and covered in damp washcloths to keep you cool. “Hmm, Geralt...?” you grunted out as you sat up, rolled up cloth falling from your forehead, “Oh- nope, no, no, no... too dizzy…” you sighed and promptly laid down again. 

“Welcome back, sleeping beauty…” Geralt jested and sat on the edge of the bed- his expression slowly changing to something more sincere, his voice quieting as he urged you to take in the seriousness of his words. “You scared me back there… why didn’t you tell me that you were sick..? That you had a fever..?”

Your mouth opened and closed as you tried to find an adequate explanation, but it never came.

“You could have died if you’d fallen over a cliff's edge…if your head had hit rocks…” Geralt couldn’t even meet your eyes as he talked- instead opting to replace the damp cloths on your forehead. “You’re not as hearty as a Witcher is- you know that.” 

You frowned, feeling more and more like a scolded child as he spoke to you. You shook your head and glanced outside instead of anywhere near this conversation. 

“Y/n...” Geralt sighed, knowing exactly what you were doing, “Dear heart..?” he tried once more, finally catching your gaze. 

“I don’t mean to make your softness such a flaw- you know it's exactly what pulled me into you in the first place..” A small smile crept over his features as he briefly remembered your first meeting. “But you need to let me know when to slow down, okay? Remind me now and then to be a little softer too,” he spoke so quietly that you were sure nothing else in the world could have heard him but you. 

Your own expression reflected his smile and his whispered words fluttered around your heart “I will… I promise.” your fingers reached out for his, searching around until they captured his touch. “Oh, how long have I been out? We need to keep going” you urged, using your aching arm to bring his hand up to your lips in a soft kiss before you struggled to pull yourself upright.

But Geralt only laughed and shook his head as he helped you sit up, “now I see where Ciri gets her endless determination from- neither of you wants to stop for a minute to take care of yourselves.”

“We learned it from YOU, Geralt…” you grinned, sniffling as your nose threatened to run. 

Eyes rolling, his smile became even wider. “Anyways… I mean to say that you shouldn’t worry about it… we’ve been making good time, we can spare a day to let you rest and recover.” 

You nodded and relaxed a bit more, rolling your shoulder and cracking your back as you tried to get comfortable. “Good… Good, I really can’t fall off like that again. I feel like I just slammed shoulder-first into a shaelmaar…”

“I bet,” Your witcher snorted, a knowing smile hiding behind your hand as he brought it up to kiss in return. “Do you think some desert would make that shoulder feel any better?”

“Hmmmmmm, I think it’s a good start… that might help being sick but maybe you can rub my shoulder later..?” you grinned, knowing you were pushing it, but that hadn’t failed you yet. 

A genuine laugh pulled itself from Geralt as he stood, audible and even forming a faint crease around his eyes. For a witcher, it might as well have been a full belly laugh the way their stoic expressions dampen everything. 

You beamed and watched your handsome witcher as he headed off to get you dessert. You wouldn’t be surprised if his heart was as golden and lovely as his eyes were.  “Hey, Geralt? I love you…” 

“I love you too, Dear heart… no matter how soft you make me.” He said with a smile as he came back to your side and leaned down to press a sweet kiss against your lips.

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Taglist: @writingmysanity @open--till--midnight @dark-academia-slut @madamemelancholysstuff

#geralt knows how to please you lol #Geralt #geralt of rivia #geralt of rivia x reader #geralt x reader #geralt x y/n #geralt x you #The witcher 3 #tw3 geralt #hurt/comfort #geralt fluff #Geralt hurt/comfort

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Cod Monster Au (Pt. 2)

Requested: Yes [Hello! I was wondering if you could try writing for your COD monster au, but with Price, Gaz, Roach, and Rudy next? No pressure of course :)]

Warnings: ✨spicy✨

Price - Ancient Dragon

Price is old. So old that he can’t even remember when his earliest memories took place. He’s tall and big and proud, an immovable being that looks like he was crafted by the gods themselves with his amber colored scales. Oh and his gorgeous golden eyes, as beautiful as the coins the Romans used to put on the lids of the dead. He doesn’t need to mark and scent you left and right like some little welp, everyone already knows that you’re his. And nobody wants to fight something as dangerous as him just for a chance to grope at his mate.

Not to say he doesn’t mark you because boy howdy does he. Though his ways of marking you are….stickier than most others, smearing his cum along the crotch of your underwear before you both go out, proud of the way you seem to squirm from the feeling of it against you, how it seems to stay molten hot against your sensitive parts. It’s a little bit of a waste when it could be used to fill you to the brim but he thinks it’s worth it.

Gaz - Young Dragon

Gaz is still pretty new to this immortal life, and it makes him pretty insecure at times, especially when it comes to you. He’s barely an adult to his own species, his horns and wings aren’t so big, his hoard is still puny. Any other more impressive dragon could sweep you off of your feet, dragons like Price, those more desirable than him for mating. He clings to you more than Price does, marks you with his scent even more frequently, making sure all the other creatures can smell that you’ve chosen him.

The only thing he’s proud of aside from you is his bright golden scales that all the other dragons envy, shinier than any of their ancient coins and glittering jewelry. He’ll gladly gift you any scales that fall off, his unnatural orange eyes watching you intently, hoping that you’d accept his little offering. Like a sinner before their God, full of awe and wonder at the mere sight of you.

Roach - Naga

Roach is short for a naga, just barely as tall as the tallest recorded human when he sits up. But despite that, he’s highly desired as a mate among his kind. With the beautiful shades of green that makes up his scales and his big emerald eyes. Not to mention the fact that he was such an amazing hunter. But instead of another Naga, he chose you. To say this made many others jealous was a bit of an understatement, and Roach has to constantly be on guard around others in fear that they will hurt you.

But despite everything, Roach never goes back on his decision, finding you to be the most wonderful and perfect mate. He builds you the finest nests, spoils you with the best food from his hunts and foraging, and gives you anything and everything you could ever ask for.

Rudy - ~Under Construction~

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[captain-mj]

Love Potion <3

Hey, think of the consent issues you can think of when a person is under a love spell. Take that into consideration moving forward. Keep an eye on Roach.

Soap had been wanting to be part of the guard since he was old enough to hold a sword. He finally had been accepted, though it took a while to be able to. Not just because his age, but also his history of trying to sneak into the guard made them not believe him when he was actually of age. 

Mostly, he was looking for purpose in life. Some thing outside of himself that he could believe in. And what better than protecting his people from the evil things that tried to destroy his kingdom? 

Elves were constantly going to war with them. They seemed to despise them constantly and Soap did find their looks to be… alarming. The long pointed ears, the odd makeup most wore as well as the unnatural paleness they had. Being as they were the main sources of most magic as well, Soap found himself hating them. 

At the current moment, the current evil creature terrorizing them was a weird thing that stalked the woods at night. Soap was not sure if it even existed but he knew that most of the citizens of their city thought that and in the end, that was really what was important. Even if his presence was more symbolic, he eased their minds. 

Soap got up and started to pull on his armor. It was not a full suit, as he likely would not be going into battle today. Maybe some basic sparring but he wasn’t up for a lot at the moment. He planned to mostly just patrol and see if he could maybe get a glimpse at his Lieutenant. 

Simon “Ghost” Riley. 

Everyone was interested in him, but he only paid his Lord and Lady attention. He was quiet and sharp when he did talk and he struck both fear and… something a little closer to infatuation in almost everyone he met. Something about his presence… 

Soap was not immune to this effect. Not one bit. Sometimes, it felt like he got it more than anyone. When Ghost was in the room, it felt like the only way he could breathe is to look at him. 

He was sure that everyone felt this way a little bit. 

Soap finished his musing and left their barracks. He went straight to his favorite baker. In all honesty, the only retreat he was interested in was Roach’s company. He was lovely company, though he was cursed to be unable to speak. Soap had never seen a nice, cooler person. Even if he had a strange choice in headwear, constantly having a mask on to cover his mouth and a helmet on. 

Roach noticed him and he perked up, quickly scuttling off to get him a cup of coffee and some form of…

Soap wasn’t sure exactly. Just that it was a form of bread and had meat on it. He was skeptical until he took a bite. 

“Roach, if i was allowed, I’d marry you in a heartbeat.”

Roach blushed a bright cherry red and smiled even brighter somehow visible through his mask. He took his money, counting it quickly before dropping it in the cup he used for collection. 

Soap didn’t understand why so many found him off putting. Despite his curse, he was pleasant. He made idle chat, careful not to interrupt his business, just there to enjoy his company. 

“MacTavish.” Ghost whistled and Soap quickly turned around to look up at him. 

“Lieutenant! Need something?” Soap smiled politely, hands behind his back in a perfect parade pose. 

Ghost glared at him. Presumably. He never took off his headgear, meaning no one ever saw his face. 

Soap thought about it. Had drawn different versions of him more times than he could count to see if he could possibly get close. Like always, Ghost drew all of Soap’s attention. 

“No…” Ghost brushed him off and got some food from Roach. “Hey, Sanderson. Nice to see you.”

Roach fluttered his eyelashes at him and quickly made him a cup of tea and a… scone? Soap was man enough to admit that he didn’t actually know the words for most of what Roach sold. 

Ghost… lifted his mask. 

For a moment, a bright beautiful moment, Soap thought he’d take it off completely. That he would see the scarred gruff man beneath. 

What could he expect? Salt and pepper hair? Stubble? Dozens of scars? He was probably much older than Soap. 

Ghost lifted his mask to just barely reveal his mouth as he started eating. He dipped his biscuit into his tea before taking a bite. When he paid, he gave Roach a thankful grunt and ruffled Roach’s hair. 

Roach looked enamored, face bright red. He noticed Soap watching and quickly started to clean, looking very embarrassed. 

Soap tried to ignore the jealousy he felt at this entire situation and made himself scarce. Ghost was too obsessed with his job to ever entertain any of them. Least of all Soap. But seeing the rare moments where he gave out affection and it wasn’t directed at him…he felt so ignored. 

During the day, Soap mostly stood in one place and looked intimidating. At night, he hesitated between going back to his barracks and guarding the house of the town’s lady and lord. Logically, he should go to the barracks as he hadn’t been told explicitly he was on the night shift but it had been roughly four days. 

Just to be safe, he went ahead and went to their home.

Home was… well. It was basically a small scale castle. He thought it was honestly a little grandiose for his taste. 

There was no one around. Just a very soft silence. 

Soap gritted his teeth. Yeah. He was definitely supposed to watch them. Why the previous watch had not waited for someone to relieve them was beyond Soap entirely. 

He went inside to check if they were okay, but was unable to find his lady or lord. 

It didn’t occur to Soap that continuing to look may make him stumble on something he shouldn’t. He was too focused on making sure that his charges were okay and safe. 

A cracked door. 

Never good. 

Soap stared at it, hearing… something. 

Breathing. 

Anxiety rolled in his gut but he had to make absolutely sure his charges were safe. That was his whole job. The place reeked of roses, chicory root and jasmine. Nothing directly sinister but definitely seemed like the components of magic. 

So he silently looked through the door, just to make sure. 

Soap covered his mouth. 

His lady was in a knight’s lap. He knew the moment he saw the armor who it was. 

Ghost. 

That would explain his one track mind when it came to this. 

She had taken off his helmet, having tossed it to the floor at some point. Her hands ran feverishly over him as her husband spoke. He seemed to be ordering them both around.

Soap felt a tiny bit better than she wasn’t sleeping with Ghost outside of her husband’s knowledge, but the entire situation was disturbing. While he’d never fault someone for their kinks, he would’ve never guessed his Lieutenant would have such… proclivities. 

She shoved him down on the bed, due to his size, his head lolled off of it and hung down, giving Soap a sudden and very aggressive view of his face. 

Three things were noticed in very quick succession. 

One, Ghost was more beautiful than Soap could’ve guessed. Soft lips. Beautiful curly hair. A chest and taught stomach that made Soap wish more than anything that he was the one currently making his way down his body instead of the lady of the town. 

Two, he was an elf. Long pointed ears. Unnaturally pale features. 

Three, perhaps most horrific, his pupils were wrong. 

Heart shaped. 

Meaning he had a love potion on. 

Ghost didn’t smile. He didn’t enjoy this. Even under the influence of magic, they couldn’t force him to pretend. 

Soap fled like a coward. 

#Johnny “Soap” Mactavish #Simon “Ghost” Riley #Gary Roach Sanderson #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call of Duty #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2 #ghost x roach #roach x ghost #roach x soap #soap x roach #ghost x soap x roach

[aithusarosekiller]

An Extensive List Of Ouizzy Hcs

Frenchie is a cuddler. If he gets the opportunity to latch on like a koala you know damn well that he will do it. This is often paired with soft kisses to wherever is closest to his face. He and Izzy were initially very casual with very little intimacy, until one day Frenchie just decided to cuddle up and Izzy had the realisation of 'oh shit, this is actually really nice'

Izzy's response to the first 'I love you' was a very panicked 'fuck off' until he remembered how similarly Ed had responded to his confession and freaked the fuck out because he didn't want Frenchie to feel that way. He was too emotionally constipated to apologise so he just left the room. It took two days for him to approach Frenchie and manage an apology, which was accepted a lot quicker than he anticipated.

Frenchie is so proud that he managed to pull the Izzy Hands and will not fail to mention it to EVERYBODY he comes across. He is very much the 'Well, yesterday, my husband said...' 'According to Iz- that's my boyfriend btw-' 'hey, this is Izzy, he's my beautiful boyfriend' 'I'm so lucky to have a husband like Iz' 'I have a partner too, his name is Izzy and-' 'sorry, I've got a date with my darling Izzy today' type of partner

Frenchie smiles in his sleep. It's adorable.

Jim is their no.1 supporter. They gave Frenchie the shovel talk, which he genuinely did not see coming. They think their relationship is 'cute', which made Izzy particularly grumpy and reluctant to talk to them for a week.

Izzy is a sub

Izzy always falls asleep first but he's a super light sleeper so Frenchie is careful to not move or even breathe too loud because he is terrified of waking him

Stede knew they were dating before Izzy did

Izzy will usually shut down Frenchie's superstitious theories but will occasionally indulge him if he's particularly adamant and it won't cause any harm bc at least it makes Frenchie happy to be believed.

The room they choose to hide Izzy in when he gets shot is the room the two of them had been secretly meeting up in for several weeks before the canon s2 timeline picks up. Frenchie just panicked and took him right there, having to come up with an excuse to give to Archie when she asked why he wanted to drag Izzy behind a dusty shelf.

Frenchie gives neck hugs, Izzy goes for the arms around the waist + face in shoulder hug. Occasionally Izzy will come up and hug him from behind but he finds it more intimate for some inexplicable reason so he rarely does it, especially in the company of others.

They can't go anywhere without walking into some big, scary guy Izzy once hooked up with. But Frenchie quickly grew to not mind because out of all of them, Iz still chose to stick the superstitious barely-pirate with no survival skills whatsoever so are any of them really that cool after all?

Lucius takes every opportunity to tease Izzy about their relationship. He will not stop until he gets a satisfying reaction. Or until he gets bored enough to make up an excuse for leaving...

Frenchie is a biter. No further information.

They don't usually do anniversaries but they DO frequently pretend that it's their anniversary when they want to get out of doing something for somebody else

In S1E4, Frenchie is the one that left the prosthetic at Izzy's door. He's also the one that told Lucius what to put on the note.

Izzy sometimes sings when he's really focused on something but he'll deny it to the end of time. Frenchie hears sometimes and just quietly listens. He'll switch between languages when he sings depending on his mood and Frenchie loses all human cognitive abilities when he brings out the French.

One day, Frenchie 'adopts' a rat he found onboard and calls it Maddy, Izzy hates it but still manages to convince Roach not to skin it and feed it to a seagull, all bc it made Frenchie happy. Ofc if you asked him, he'd say he had nothing to do with the thing being kept.

Frenchie manages to somehow slip the word 'babe' into every conversation

Izzy's a hand kisser. Especially the palms.

They both go to Wee John when they're stressing about gifts or smth and it gets to a point where he knows more about their relationship than they do

Izzy accidentally let the words 'my love' slip ONCE and is not allowed to forget it

There is nothing Frenchie wouldn't do to hear that man laugh. He'll do absolutely anything just to see him smile or laugh, which initially proves to be quite difficult.

They are girl dads idec

Izzy occasionally smokes, and it's one of the key ways Frenchie can tell if he is in pain or stressed out

They make bets about everyone else on the ship constantly. About almost anything.

Izzy tried to teach Frenchie how to read but his reading skills are relatively limited so it really didn't go well. They end up going to Ed for help because Izzy banned him from asking Lucius.

Frenchie knows a lot about flowers. He never says how but he'll go on about them for ages. Izzy secretly gives it endearing.

The black jacket Frenchie wears in s2 was given to him by Izzy. He made some adjustments and added the cat to the back and then started to wear it constantly; he quite liked wearing it because it felt like a comforting layer of protection and familiarity from the horrors around them

#ouizzy #frenchie x izzy #frizzy #frenchizzy #ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2

[deadpool15]

Jealousy

Some say jealousy is an ugly trait. Well, they haven't been in a relationship with Korea's top choreographer. And they especially haven't met Tatter. That bitch is like a roach that won't die. I've tried on multiple occasions to bring up the issue to Bada, though she just gives me constant reassurance. Most would be satisfied with that, "Baby, you're the only woman for me. You're the only one I see. I don't even waste my time thinking about anyone else."

Now, sure, that's amazing, and I love her for that until Tatter steps doing some shit. From the fake tears to looking out for hugs and kisses on the cheek. It's like she lives off the attention. She is sneaky with it, waiting til she believes I'm no longer in the room. Out of site out of mind for her. It's hard to talk to Bada about it, though. She sees Tatter as her little sister. Sadly, Tatter doesn't share the same mindset. Even going as far to fake as being insecure in situations gets some attention.

You see one thing I had to get used to wad the touchy movements. I mean I had met BEBE before I was dating Bada. Even then it was a bother to me. I'm not a touchy person, but Tatter sure is. The slick shit she does when she thinks I'm not around is so fucking funny.

Bada- Baby, if you not busy you can come to the studio with me to keep me company. Seems I'm gonna be here longer then I thought.

I glance down at my phone and see a notification. "Oo, it's from my girl." I say will getting so excited. She has been so busy with work. I miss her. I look down at the message and smile and immediately start getting ready. As we have already established, I'm down bad for this woman. Shit, on our first date, just watching her order food had me fucking wet. How can someone be so fucking beautiful?

I grab a pair of sweatpants that are obviously not mine. In my defense, nothing I wear is mine anymore these days. Then, I put on a top that's basically just a nipple cover at this point. I mean, sue me, it's hot as shit in Korea right now. I then start to get some snacks and making sure to grab my keys and make my way out the door.

Talia- Aww someone misses me. I'll be there soon are the girls there?

Bada- No, everyone left just me, and I need motivation, baby. Hurry up.

I get in the car, making my way to the nearest chicken spot. Got to make sure to get her favorite. And grab a couple of cokes. Then, I start to make my way over to Bada. It's takes about 30 minutes before I sit in the parking lot of JustJerk building, I grab everything inside the car and walk to the entrance. I'm greeting by Gina, the receptionist at the front desk, asking me how my day was and what not. I always feel bad because I can never remember her name. Then, after our little chat, I walked towards Bada's studio. It wasn't hard to find its it seemed she was the only one who was still working. I walk inside with a struggle, "carrying all this fucking food."

I was busy trying to finish working on the choreography for NCT's newest comeback, which I was almost done with until I heard laughing. I turn around and spot my girlfriend. I ran over to her, picking her up and spinning her around the room. "You took forever, I thought you changed your mind about coming." I tell her with a slight pout on my face. She grabs my cheeks, smashing them together, "I would've told you if I changed my mind. Now, before you ran over here like you were raised without any home training, I was carrying so found for you, Ms. Lee, that has now landed on the floor. It better still be good." I place her down, before looking at the floor see the boxes of chicken, "Baby, you didn't have to get me food." She grabs my cheeks again. "Of course, I did. You sit in here all day overworking yourself. And neglecting your health at times. So, you will eat, plus this can be like a little date for us. " I smile at her before hugging her. I truly do love this girl.

"What would I do without you?" I know I tell myself that every day." We then sit there telling each other about our days, how she is struggling in her classes at time, but then she takes breaks and remembers it's not the end of the world. Maybe I should do that. Before we can continue, the door opens. "Tatter? I thought you left and went home for the day." I look over a Talia hoping praying that Tatter leaves before some shit goes down. Talia and Tatter have created this unspoken beef, but for my sake, they keep it cool, sometimes. "Oo, yea, so while I was on my way home, I realized the reason we were struggling with the dance was because the moves are clean. Like they are sloppy. So I came back here to help you with it?" I stare at her, smiling slightly, but before I can tell her to politely leave, Talia speaks up.

"Hello Tatter, nice to see you too. How are you? That's great. I'm doing just fine. Thanks for asking. It's so nice that you take time out of your busy schedule and acknowledge my existence." She says bitterly. Tatter just looks at her and smiles, "O, sorry Tania, I didn't see you there." "it's Talia you knew that though bitch." I look at both of them already seeing where this conversation is heading. "Tatter l, thanks for stopping by. But, I think we should just worry about that tomorrow. Today's been a long day. I see Talia getting ready to make a slick ass remark so I stop her, "Talia don't fucking start. Tatter leave. Now." She rushes out, looking sad, and I turn around to see Talia getting up and leaving.

She rushes to the bathroom and tries to lock me out before I catch the door and push her inside. "Wow Bada how fucking nice of you to welcome yourself. She basically comes in this bitch throwing shots at me and leaps on to you making it see as if im not in the fucking room and your response is Talia dont start. Great job on making your girlfriend feel secure in her relationship." I stand there staring at her before grabbing her hips and placing her on the vanity area. She stops her little rant and simply glares at me. "I was trying to calm the situation before you started coming at each other physically. I know how you are, baby. That would've ended well." I grab her chin titling her head upwards to make eye contact.

"I know how she feels about me. I'm not slow, I'm aware. But I've told you I only have eyes for you, plus it is hard to look anywhere else when you show up taking care of me." I push myself against her. She drives me fucking insane, those big glossy lips, her fucking curly hair sitting at the top of her head in a slick bun. And those big beautiful eyes are just so ready for me to do anything to her. "I'm sorry baby, how about you let me make it up to you, huh? Gonna make you feel so good you know I always do." I slowly start kissing her neck while moving my hand down to her pants.

"You look so fucking good baby, my good girl right?" She sits there nodding her head in a daze. I grab her underwear and push them aside making my way directly to her clit, then I start to press down on it causing her to grab my arms. I'm sitting here whimpering, trying to reach my neck to pull me down for me kiss. "Please... please Bada just fucking put them inside." She tells me while trying to cover up her moans. I immediately stop. "Baby, you know I like to listen. How am I supposed to know I'm doing a good job? Come on baby, be a good girl and move those hands for me. Don't you want my apology, yea? I know you do, baby. She starts to hide in my neck, moaning. "Sound so good, sweet girl. Just sit back and let me make it up to you."

#street woman fighter 2 #swf2 #bada lee x reader #bada lee #street woman fighter x reader

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Hi, congrats on 5K followers, I love your stories, I've just started following you and by chance, I found your "Gentle Worship" while looking for something interesting about Keegan and I'm happy to have come across a page with a lots of weel-written and interesting stories :)) I have had a look at the characters you write about and after intense evaluation I would like to ask you to kill me with an intense domestic fluff with Gary "Roach" Sanderson, where Gary came home the night before his due date, exhausted after an intense and dangerous OP, and finds f!reader dancing wild and singing "The Nights" by Avicii while preparing Gary's favorite biscuits and he watches her in awe because she is very out of tune and never sings in front of him. Have a nice day and congratulations again :))

—Dance With Me Before The Chill Sets In

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╰┈➤ ❝ [Tired? Yes, but he's never too tired for you and your loveliness. But maybe you need to remember to lock the door when you're home alone.] ❞

The door was unlocked and the music was blaring, and that alone made him more nervous than he’d been the past three months. Gary had just come home—back to you, back to your warmth and the scent of your shared home. While exhausted, nothing could wake him up more than your safety potentially being on the line.

He knew best, music to block out any noise; an unlocked door—a remnant of something gone wrong. 

Gary drops his bags on the steps and barrels through, hand already reaching for the gun set in the back of his belt as his eyes gain a sheen of panic. Nevermind his aches and pains—the desperate burn for sleep behind his eyes, no, his heart was hammering as fast as a hurricane; hard in his breast. Boots hitting the rugs you’d placed in the entryway, he blinks quickly and scans the area. 

Yet with the barrier gone, Gary can hear far better. All at once, the man’s body sags with relief at what his ears twitch to. 

Singing. Off-tune, off-key, feminine singing. 

Your singing. 

The silent man sighs long and puts a hand to his face, rubbing into his eye sockets firmly to push back the pounding of his skull. Blond tendrils of his hair obscure his gaze, waiting only a second to take it all in before he sets them back with his fingers. 

Standing like a fool in the foyer with his gun drawn and the door open to a dark, rainy sky, the Sergeant shakes his head with a growing smile and slips the weapon away. On his way to slowly grab his bags and shut the door—which he’d have to speak to you about being locked when he was away—he listens. 

Hell, how could he not? 

Gary hums along to the song, loud beside your own voice. You weren’t trying to sing seriously, he knows, but that didn’t make it any less beautiful to him. Even your little voice cracks and the embarrassed laugh you lend yourself after makes him have to push back a bright grin. You were just…adorable. Truly. 

God, he was so happy to be back. 

Closing and flicking the lock, Gary pushes off his boots with a tiny grunt, peeling off his jacket over his fatigues before hooking it to the wall. With silent feet, he pads to the kitchen, where a familiar smell makes his nose twitch.

You didn’t sing often, and you baked even less, but the scent in the air was unmistakable. Chocolate chip cookies. A hint of cinnamon. Gary’s eyes brighten as he comes closer to the kitchen entrance—brown butter.

His favorite. 

Those eyes blink at you as he comes to a stop by the wall, hands resting in his pockets as he gazes at you with a wide-eyed love. The man takes a moment, breathing it in before he smiles small-like and leans to the side, resting his shoulder on the frame. 

Gary’s eyes don’t leave you as he watches your form sway back and forth, singing as you bring out another batch of cookies from the oven; taken out and placed on the counter. Tens already laid out to cool—scores that the man himself could, admittingly, eat in about an hour. 

He stays there for who knows how long, smiling like a kid on Christmas, before he finally makes himself known by knocking on the wall twice with his knuckles. Gary raises a teasing brow when your singing is immediately cut off by a loud curse.

Eyes meet him, and just like his own action from before, you sag when you notice who it is, tension bleeding to love.

“Gary!” He chuckles, moving forward as you barrel into him—laughing loudly and squealing. “You’re back early! I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow.” 

The Sergeant hums, kissing all over your face until you’re burning up like you were sitting in front of a fire. Finally, he meets your mouth, arms picking you up from around your hips and pulling you up as he stays lip-locked with you. Fingers going through his hair, you return it with a giggle as he places you on the counter. 

Gary leaves for only a moment to put another batch of cookies in, before coming back over and slotting himself in between your legs, arms around your waist and head going to push under your chin. You gently card your hands through his hair, burying your face into it and whispering out, “I can’t believe you let me keep singing like that—how long were you there?”

The man chuckles under you, squeezing your body tighter and kissing the flesh above your clothes absentmindedly. You can feel his smirk as plain as day as he blinks, his lashes fluttering.

“You’re a troublemaker, Sanderson,” you mutter into his hair, Gary sighing like a pleased cat. “But I’m glad you’re back home to me…Tired?” 

He shrugs slowly, grunting as if unable to focus above the all-encompassing being that was you. If the Sergeant had a heaven destined for him after all of what he’d done, the scene in this kitchen would be the very definition of it—down to the cracks in the tile and how you kissed his head. The warmth in the air. 

He pulls back suddenly, your music still playing, and drags you with him, placing your feet down carefully before he sends you a sly look with a raised brow.

“Gary?” You ask, confused but grinning as he moves to put a hand around your waist and set your own on his shoulders. 

He tilts his head at you and begins taking small steps that you mirror. The man’s eyes are imploring, and they ask one simple thing—dance with me?

It’s infectious, the way he watches as if the world around you didn’t matter. 

How could you ever say no?

And so, in the warmth of the kitchen, cookies wafting on the air and your shared laughter ringing out along the house, you dance on tired feet. It isn’t elegant, but it is beautiful. How you step on his toes, how he nearly trips on the chair leg and you have to hold him up as he laughs like a schoolboy, leaning over you. 

A dance, not of skill, and a song, not of promise, but both of one thing that mattered more than all else. 

Love that seeps out of skin and eyes—that staples the essence of souls together far beyond all that they’ve been given. 

#i love this man #cod #cod x reader #cod x you #call of duty #x female reader #call of duty x you #call of duty x reader #gary roach sanderson #gary roach sanderson x reader #gary sanderson #gary sanderson x reader #gary sanderson x you #modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod x female reader #x fem!reader #female reader #mw x reader #call of duty roach #roach x reader

[gingiesworld]

Would You Touch Me?

Pairing: Gerri Fields x GN! Reader

Warnings : Smut. Virgin Gerri. Stoner Reader. Fingering (Gerri recieving)

18+ MINORS DNI

Taglist: @ginnsbaker CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR JOB BUDDY. YOU'RE GONNA KILL IT!!

College life was a whole different story for Gerri, especially being at NYU. Her roommates had told her that there was a college party happening off campus. One of the frat houses are hosting a party. Just a back to school type of thing for the students after the holidays.

Gerri wandered through the house, hoping to find a brief moment of peace. That was when she heard music completely different to what is playing downstairs. So she knocked before walking inside.

"What are you doing here?" They as Gerri stood in the doorway. Unable to tear her eyes away from them.

"My uh roommate dragged me here." She stuttered out as YN smiled at her.

"Parties aren't your thing either." They questioned as she shook her head. "Lock the door." She gave them a questioning look. "I don't want anyone else in here."

"Do you want me to leave?" She asked them as they smirked at her blushing state.

"If you want to leave." They said as they looked among their shelves of vinyls, looking for an album. "Do you like The Replacements?"

"Yes." She whispered as she locked the door but remained stood up.

"You can sit you know." They told her. "I'm Y/N by the way."

"Gerri." She told them as they soon joined her on the bed. Grabbing their box before rolling one.

"Have you ever smoked before?" They asjed her. She answered with a shake of her head. As much as her parents seemed like hippies, she never had a joint before. "Would you like to try?"

"Yes." She whispered, watching as their tongue brushed lightly over the gum strip before finishing the joint. She found herself drawn to watch their lips. Watching as they placed the roach between their lips before they lit it. Exhaling through their nose.

"Just don't take a deep drag." They told her as they placed the roach between her lips. Watching as she took a small drag before she had coughed slightly. "Good girl." They husked before taking a long one themselves. As they smoked, giving Gerri the occasional drag, not too much for her to be completely stoned. "You know you have beautiful eyes."

"What?" She laughed as the two lay side by side on the bed.

"You do." They told her. "Such a unique shade of green."

"Shut up." She blushed as they watched her intently. Her eyes soon locking onto hers.

"Can I kiss you?" They asked as Gerri gulped. "I would like to kiss you Gerri." They whispered as they brushed hair from her face. Her hand finding their wrist as they gazed into her eyes, waiting for her permission. That was when Gerri leaned in, capturing their lips and kissing them softly. As the kiss went on, Y/N found themselves hovering above her, the kiss had deepened as their tongues danced in unison. She wrapped her arms around their neck, practically pulling them on top of her.

As soon as she felt their growing bulge, she rolled her hips up making them groan. The two became panting messes as she tried to get herself off from underneath them. They pulled apart to look into her eyes before speaking.

"We don't have to go this far." They told her as she ran her hands over her face, hoping to calm her flustered.

"I know." She whispered. "It's just that I'm a virgin."

"That's ok." They told her softly. "That is pretty admirable."

"You think so?" Shs questioned.

"Of course I do." They told her.

"Would you touch me?" She asked them as they smiled at her, leaning down to kiss her once more. She gasped as they played with her nipples through her shirt. Soon kissing and sucking her neck as Gerri moaned.

"Take it off." Y/N told her as they played with the fabric off her shirt. She lifted it over her head as Y/N smiled softly at her, kissing her once more as their hands wandered over her bare stomach. "You are gorgeous." They whispered as Gerri sighed when they wrapped their lips around one of her nipples, sucking softly as their hand moved to between her thighs. Applying pressure against her jean covered core, causing Gerri to buck her hips. They soon unbuttoned her jeans as their hand made their way inside. Pushing her underwear to the side as they gathered her wetness before they rubbed on her clit.

They pulled back to watch as she moaned, studying how her body had reacted to their touch. When they inserted a finger, her mouth was agape, moans spilling from her lips as they thrust in at a steady pace. Loving the feeling of her wrapped around their fingers. Soon adding another and curling them, hitting her g spot make her arch her back. They watched as her face contorted into one of pleasure.

"Let go for me." They husked in her ear before kissing her neck softly. Loving the feeling of her skin, already growing addicted to her moans. When she moaned lewdly, cumming over their fingers. Y/N watched as she soon calmed down.

"What about you?" She questioned as they shook their head no.

"Let me get to know you more. Date you if you'd like." They told her as they wiped their hand on the sheets.

"I'd like that." She whispered before pulling them in for a kiss. Being grateful to her roommate for dragging her here in the first place. Finding the person who would change her life for the best.

#gerri fields #gerri fields fanfiction #gerri fields x reader #very good girls fanfiction #elizabeth olsen smut #elizabeth chase olsen #elizabetholsen

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

hi! So I was wondering if you do requests could I request Ghost x Horse Rider Reader? Thank you so much!!!

Yes! I love this idea, thanks for sending this over!! :)

I hope this is what you were looking for!

A/N: If anyone has any requests, please don't hesitate to send them over! I'll do my best to fulfill the request properly :)

Teach Me How To Ride?

Warnings: swearing, sexual references

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You had always loved horses, ever since you were little. When you were young, you constantly found yourself at your local ranch, getting riding lessons, and spending time with the stable hands. 

When you were in your late teens, and your parents realized that this was no longer just a fleeting childhood hobby, they had gotten you your own horse. He was a beautiful, young thoroughbred, and you named him Roach. 

Through your early to middle 20’s, as you were finding your footing in life, Roach had followed you everywhere. Every location you ended up, Roach was at a stable just down the road from you.. Every new job, every relationship, every move, Roach was there with you. The bond between the two of you was unbreakable. 

Very few people in your life got to meet your horse. It wasn’t something that you were always forthcoming with, as Roach was too special to you, to share with just anyone. That was, until you met Simon. 

The two of you had met a few months back at your local bar in Manchester. Simon was home from deployment for a few months, and just so happened to stumble across the same bar you and your friends were at one night. You were walking to your friend's table with a handful of drinks, when you bumped into him, thus spilling your drinks all over him. 

“Oh! Oh my god I’m so sorry! I am such a clutz!” You exclaimed, quickly grabbing a roll of paper towels from the bartender, and awkwardly trying to dry this handsome stranger's shirt. 

“ ‘S fine, don’t worry about it. I needed an excuse to throw this old shirt out anyways.” He smiled back at you, waiving away your attempts to assist the clean up.

“Well at least let me buy you a drink, I owe you that much.” You offered, meeting his eyes. They were gorgeous. A deep brown, that had your cheeks burning from how intense his eye contact was.

“Fair enough, I’m Simon by the way.” He reached his hand out for you to shake.

“Y/N.” You replied, moving your hand to grasp his. The minute your skin made contact with his, you knew this man would work his way into your heart. 

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A couple of months into your relationship, you knew you were ready for Simon to meet Roach. Simon  had just gotten back from a short deployment, and you couldn’t have been more excited for the meeting.

“Okay, so he loves carrots, absolutely adores them. He also has this little spot right under his chin that if you scratch just right, gets him all riled up and playful, and honestly it’s the most adorable thing ever.” You were rambling anxiously as you and Simon were walking toward Roach’s stall.

Simon found it adorable, the way you were so excited talking about your horse. He smiled down at you, as the two of you approached the horse’s stall.

“I’m sure he’s going to love you, I mean I do.. And I’m sure you’ll like him, he's really quite great- “ You started before Simon cut you off.

”Love, I can’t wait to meet him. I’ve not seen you this nervous since our first date. Aren’t I the one that’s supposed to be nervous here?” He joked softly.

“Oh hush. I just want my two best boys to like each other. Not everyday I get to introduce Roach to anyone. Especially not a loved one.” You admitted sheepishly, as you opened the stall door slowly, to not spook the horse. 

“He’s quite a fine looking horse. I’ve not seen one like him before.” Simon said, as he studied the horse from the entrance of the stall.

“He's a pure thoroughbred, and he’s healthy as…well.. A horse.” You laughed at your own terrible joke. 

“Now that one was bad, and that’s coming from me.” Simon said playfully.

You walked up to Roach, and pet his muzzle, earning a snort of appreciation from the animal.

“Come on over, he won’t bite.” You encouraged, waving Simon over to you. “Just place your hand slowly on his muzzle like I just did.”

Simon walked over, matching your movements, and the moment he started to stretch his hand out to touch Roach, the horse had met him halfway and threw his muzzle into the palm of Simon’s hand.  

“Oh! I have never seen him do that! It seems he already likes you!” You exclaimed, a smile growing on your face.

Simon had a matching smile on his face, as he started to stroke the horse softly, who continued to snort in appreciation “ I didn’t expect him to be so..gentle.” 

“If you treat them right, horses are incredibly gentle creatures.” You said, moving to stand next to Simon.

You both stood there petting the horse for a few minutes, before you threw out an offer to Simon, “After I take him for a warm-up ride, would you like to try?”

“I can think of something else you can ride later.” Simon replied with a cheeky grin.

“Oh heavens, Simon. I swear sometimes, the things I want to do to you.” You groaned sarcastically.

“Want to do what, exactly? Ride me?.” He shoved you playfully, the cheeky grin only growing on his face.

“Simon Riley I swear you will be the death of me one day!” You exclaimed, as you went to go grab your riding gear.

“What do you think, huh?Think I’ll be the death of her bud?” Simon asked Roach, who gave another snort in response. This caused Simon to chuckle, he could see why you enjoyed this guy so much.

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Simon watched with you in awe, as you rode around a small paddock outside the stable. You looked so graceful on top of the animal, so free. The sight alone had made him fall in love with you even harder. 

You rode up to him with a giant grin on your face, and jumped down from the saddle. “Are you ready to try?” You asked. 

“Ready as I’ll ever be, I suppose. I’ve only ridden a few times before when I was younger.”

“He’s a great riding partner, he obeys every command. Trained him myself!” You declared proudly.

“Oh you trained him yourself? Crap, is it too late to request another horse?” He joked, dodging your playful attempt to smack his arm.

“Hush, you! Now get on before I change my mind and leave you here.” You laughed. 

You helped Simon mount Roach, and assisted in adjusting the straps to make Simon more comfortable.

“How does it feel?” You asked, checking to make sure everything was in good order.

“Feels like I am on a horse.”

This time, he couldn’t dodge the playfully slap on his thigh. “What ever am I going to do with you?” You asked, huffing a small chuckle.

“Teach me how to ride?” He suggested with a wink.

“Heavens! You are on a roll today aren’t you! Alright, to refresh your memory, use the reins to steer, move them in the direction you want to go. Pull them toward you to move backward. Kick with your heels to his side to get him to move. Click your tongue to get to trot, make a kissing noise to get him to gallop. Got it?” You asked.

“Got it ma’am.” Simon replied. He took heed of your instructions and instructed Roach to move forward.

It took a few tries, but Simon soon found himself galloping across the paddock. He felt as free as you had looked when he watched you ride earlier. He didn't want to get down anytime soon, and ended up riding for what felt like hours.

Once he decided he’d had enough on his own, he rode over to you and held out his hand to you. “M’lady.”

You grabbed onto his hand, and he was quick to pull you up and over, placing you in the saddle right in front of him, causing a surprised gasp to fall from your lips. The seating arrangement wasn’t exactly comfortable, as Simon was 6’4 and pure muscle, but you didn’t complain, his gesture alone had your heart melting.

“This is nice, love. I’m glad you brought me here today.” He said, kissing the back of your head.

“I’m glad too, I couldn’t have imagined this going any better. I love you, Simon.” You said, turning your head to kiss him.

“I love you too, y/n.” He replied into the kiss.

You both had gotten lost in each other, the kiss deepening as time went on, only to be interrupted by a whinny from Roach. 

“Ahh, it seems he’s eager for another ride. And NO jokes at what I just said.” You said giggling softly.

“He’s not the only one.” Simon replied, unable to help himself.

“SIMON RILEY!” You scolded, the two of you laughing as Roach started to move.

Simon understood why you enjoyed riding so much, he got why it was so addicting. The experience was thrilling and something he knew he'd want to do again and again. He was the happiest he had been in some time and wished for nothing more than for this moment to last forever. Just you, him, and Roach in the setting sun, riding around for hours, and that’s exactly what you did.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley imagine #ghost cod #ghost imagine #ghost x reader #cod imagine #ghost mw2

[urfriendlylocalidiot]

Could you do pranks with blackpink? Like either the member gets pranked or they team up to prank another member? Thank u!!

I was a little confused but went with the first option!

Pranks w/ BLACKPINK

Jisoo

It was a harmless prank, just a simple mayo and toothpaste swap. Her toothpaste was almost run out anyways and maybe she just… misplaced the backup. Jisoo would definitely have been so confused. However once she gets that it was a prank… you better sleep with one eye open.

This of course led to a prank war between you two. Her response? Some good old fake roaches in your salad. Let’s just say it really freaked you out the first time. However she insisted that it was good for you, more protein and all that.

After that, you knew you had to come up with something more for the next prank. However, try as you might, you just couldn’t think of one. Until it struck you, you turned all the clocks in your apartment to 5 minutes earlier (including her phone). To this day, she never caught on.

Jennie

You had been around Jennie too much. Of course this wasn’t really much of a complaint for you, however, you will admit, life was a little … dull. So what better way to spice it up than with some spicy chocolates. You had found the perfect fake chocolates at a prank store nearby, and it wouldn’t shock Jennie that much that you were to randomly surprise her with chocolates one day.

And it really was harmless for the most part. You got a good laugh out of it and quickly handed her a glass of milk. And that was the end of it, or so you thought. You had forgotten one little detail — Jennie cooks your dinner. That phrase ‘don’t bite the hand that feeds you’ definitely came true for you.

Not only was your dinner extra spicy tonight, your drink had a little something extra in it as well (laxatives). You spent the rest of that night in the bathroom, and Jennie ordered actual chocolates from your favorite chocolatier. Let’s just say you learned better than to mess with Jennie’s chocolates that night.

Rosé

Let’s just say Rosé should’ve thought twice about dating a graphic designer. Usually it was quite useful, you were able to edit her pictures and create truly beautiful images. However this one time, it was the most nerve wracking moment of her whole career.

Your prank on her? A fake dispatch article for April Fools. And it was one your better works, if you were being so honest with yourself. It looked real, it genuinely looked like dispatch had just leaked Rosé and yours relationship. Except for one minor detail, it was never posted, just created.

After you showed it to her, you immediately regretted it. You saw her face instantly lose all its color and felt her grip you in fear. Of course, you immediately wrapped her in your arms and told her it was a prank. And thank god you did, she was nearly in tears.

Lisa

It was the best day ever! Lisa was finally coming home to you from her world tour. Of course, this meant a home-cooked dinner and your favorite dinner (and a prank). Your prank of choice this time? A bedroom full of balloons. After all you were just so happy that Lisa was coming home.

Lisa would obviously be so happy to be reunited with you after all this time. Of course she called and texted you while she was on tour, but it just wasn’t the same as being with you. It was even better when she came home to her favorite meal — which you had learned from her mom. And you even let her choose the movie since you insisted it was her big night, little did she know, it was just to butter her up before she discovered that your bedroom was a literal balloon pit.

Honestly Lisa would probably be the best sport about it. She wouldn’t even get mad, she’d just laugh and play with you in the balloon room you’d basically made. Of course, the next day would be full of popping the balloons, let’s just say you guys were finding rubber for weeks afterwards.

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[flowersandbigteeth]

Your shadowbeast boyfriend finds you emptying the dishwasher

Shadowbeast (Rafe) x Female reader

General Plot: Your shadowbeast boyfriend finds you emptying the dishwasher and decides to help in his own way

W: smut, bondage, restraints, noncon, anal, vaginal sex, yandere vibes

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven

Headcannon

Word Count: 2K

Rafe watched you shuffling around the kitchen like the predator he was, tracking each movement. You bent to open the dishwasher and he smirked at your round bottom pressed against your crisp work pants. 

“Do you want meatloaf for dinner or spaghetti?” you shouted into the machine as you stuck your head in to grab a fork that had fallen to the back. 

He chuckled to himself. You were so trusting, flitting around the house as if he wasn’t stalking you, just waiting for you to put yourself in a compromising position. 

He grabbed your ass and squeezed, eliciting a squeak from your lips and causing you to bump your head against the roof of the dishwasher. 

“Rafe!” you squealed as he dragged you like a fresh kill over to your small dining table, throwing you on your back. 

“What are you doing?” you fussed trying to push yourself back up. 

His lips split into an eerie smile and he shoved you down by your throat, pinning you to the cool surface. You searched his face, indignant. 

“I missed you, darling,” he cooed, a claw scraping your chin as he examined you. 

His blue eyes sparkled with mischief. 

“We’ve been together all day,” you said, frowning at him. 

He twined his long fingers into your hair and jerked your head back so you were forced to meet his gaze. 

“But you haven’t been looking at me,” he pouted, “your eyes were all over those roaches.” 

He snarled the last word and his grip on your scalp got tighter. 

“I was just passing out their assignments,” you huffed, “that’s my only job.” 

“Hmm,” he grunted noncommittally, as his eyes raked over your neck and down your chest, “Since you won't let me kill them, I want you to make it up to me.” 

You pouted, cocking your head to the side. You'd convinced him to slow down his murder spree and he used that to get all sorts of concessions out of you.

“But I didn’t do anything,” you pouted. 

“Stand up,” he demanded, pulling you to your feet on the table. 

You wobbled a little nervously, getting to your feet, as he circled you like a shark waiting for you to misstep.  There was a whistle of air and you shrieked as his claws shred the front of the business casual outfit you were wearing, leaving the front half of you bare to him. You shuddered as your nipples hardened, suddenly exposed to the cool air. He made a slow loop around you, yanking the rest of your clothes from your body in pieces. 

He looked up at you amused, knowing your own nakedness embarrassed you. He thought it was a pity, really, your body was so beautiful, but he didn’t mind leveraging that fact to torment you. 

“Touch yourself for me,” he ordered next. 

You shook your head, shy. He couldn’t expect you to play with yourself standing on a table in the middle of the kitchen, could he? 

“Play with yourself or I’ll stuff your little ass so full you won't be able to remember your own name,” he growled, grabbing you by the back of your head and jerking you to his level.

You whimpered, the pinch of his claws on your skin bringing you dark pleasure you didn’t want to admit to yourself you enjoyed. Tears came to your eyes as you tried to force your fingers to work, but you couldn’t do it. It was too lewd to do that under the glaring fluorescent lights. He smirked at you. 

“Fine,” he said, coolly, “It's more fun this way.” 

He pulled you down on your back and materialized ropes out of who knows where. Deftly manipulating your limbs, he tied your knees to your elbows, forcing your legs open for him and looped a noose around your neck, attaching it to the table so you couldn’t move without it cutting off your air. Then he secured your knees to the table itself. 

When he was done, he leaned back, admiring his handiwork. You wriggled testing the bonds, but he’d strapped you securely to the table so that your legs were spread wide for him. 

“Beautiful,” he said, smiling at you, his fingers trailing between your breasts and down your stomach until his thumb found your clit. 

He circled it, making your pussy leak. You blushed feeling your hot juices run out of you, exposed under the bright kitchen light. 

“You’re going to wish you’d done what I said,” he crooned, scooping up a glob of your wetness with his fingers and smearing around your asshole. 

He disappeared for a second and you heard the refrigerator open and close. When he appeared looking down at you, your eyes widened at the array of produce he had clutched in his hand. 

“No! No! Rafe, please! I’m sorry! I’ll do it! I’ll touch myself! Just don’t!” you started begging, but he just clucked at you. 

“Don’t beg now,” he jeered, “you had your chance.” 

He pinched your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Do you know how hard my cock has been watching you skip around in those tight pants all day?” he growled, “I’m going to punish you for teasing me, as well.” 

“Rafe! Don’t do this!” you sputtered, but he shut you up shoving an apple in your mouth. 

When he was satisfied you'd been silenced, his head dipped between your legs and lapped at your pussy. You squeezed your eyes shut, unable to stop your greedy hips from grinding against Rafe’s mouth, begging for more. He hadn’t touched you since that morning and your body automatically responded with neediness. 

You grunted into the apple between your teeth, the sweet juice running down your throat. His tongue danced over your clit, working it in spirals that pushed you closer and closer to your end. His fingers explored your entrance, his sharp claws prickling against your skin as he pulled your folds apart. 

“You deserve this,” he assured you, “you deserve to have all of your little holes filled.” 

His tongue laved your clit, drawing tears to your eyes as he tormented you. You were frightened for what he was going to do to your body, but you couldn’t help but surrender to his ministrations your whole form wracking in a desperate orgasm. He chuckled into your pussy as your fluids gushed into his mouth, forming a wet pool on the table under your ass. 

Love drunk and heady, your body went limp and Rafe took the chance to spread your ass cheeks, probing your tight hole with a vegetable. 

He watched in fascination as your body sucked the cucumber in, your little ring of muscles stretching admirably around its girth. He liked your muffled cry as it entered you. You felt a slight bite of a little pain at first, but then mind wrecking fullness. Drool slipped past the corner of your lips and made its way down your neck as he gave it a few experimental thrusts. He’d stretched you with toys before, but nothing this large. It stuck out of you obscenely and he grinned, leaning back and pulling his phone out of his pocket. 

Your cheeks reddened as you heard the click of his camera app as he snapped a couple of pictures of you trussed up and stuffed  for his amusement. Your brain was too broken to really consider how easily he’d turned you into his obscene playtoy. He had a million pictures of you on his phone, naked and tied up in a variety of pornographic poses. You would have been worried about such lewd images of you but you knew without a doubt that he would rip out anyone’s eyes before they ever saw them. You were his toy, alone. He liked to make that very clear to anyone nearbye. 

 When he was happy with his shots, he tossed his phone on the counter to return to torturing you with the cucumber. 

You heard his pants unzip, while one hand was still pumping your ass with the vegetable. 

“I should keep you like this all the time,” he considered, the smooth, round head of his cock slipping through the wetness clinging to your lips, “I can tie you to my desk at work and keep your holes stuffed.” 

You whimpered, unconfident that he was just talking and worried over what the next day would look like. He slapped your clit a few times with his cock, teasing you and dragging your attention back to him. It was bigger than the cucumber and you could feel its weight as it smacked against you with wet noises. 

“Don’t worry,” he cooed, “I’d never let anyone see you like this. You. Are. All. Mine.” 

He slammed his cock into your pussy with each word, for emphasis. You squealed with each thrust, happy the apple was in your mouth to stifle your embarrassing screeches. You squeezed your eyes shut as he ravished you, feeling so full you couldn’t form coherent thoughts. His big balls rammed into you with every stroke, driving the cucumber even deeper. Tears streamed down your cheeks and you bit into the apple while he mercilessly had his way with your pussy. 

His thumb strummed your clit while his other hand found your breast, kneading it with his palm. 

“This is my little cunt,” he mused to himself, his claws biting into your flesh, “no one else is going to see or touch what belongs to me.” 

He played you like his instrument, drawing the orgasm out of you. Your pussy grabbed onto his cock, sucking it deeper inside of you as your brain shattered to butterflies. 

“Your body craves my come, doesn’t it, darling?” he hissed. 

You nodded pathetically and whimpered into the apple in your mouth, you couldn’t deny it. You wanted him to ruin your pussy with his come. He  gave you a feral grin, grabbing one breast in each hand and thrusting into you wildly. 

“Fuck! Good girl!” he exclaimed, pleased with your feeble display of submission. He was happiest when you were a whining puddle of need underneath him. He shouted as he slammed into you the last time, emptying his balls into your tight channel and forcing a final orgasm out of you. Panting into your hair he held himself inside you for a moment, enjoying your heat and your scent surrounding him. 

“Good girl, good girl,” he whispered at you, while he caught his breath. You practically purred under his praise. It was something you needed that only he could give you. He gently eased the cucumber out of your ass cooing about how perfect you were. 

Untying you and pulling the apple from between your lips he finally kissed you, reveling in your taste mixed with the sweetness of the fruit. He scooped you up in his arms, carrying you to the living room and wrapping your naked body in a blanket before settling you on his lap. 

“Do you want chicken or Thai for dinner?” he asked casually, turning a series on TV you had been watching together. 

“Thai,” you murmured, sinking into his chest and breathing in his familiar scent.  He ordered dinner and you dozed in his lap as he stroked your hair and scattered kisses over your face and cheeks. When it arrived, he put you down only to fetch it, returning to feed you noodles while you watched your show in his arms for the rest of the night. 

#monster lover #monster x girl #monster boyfriend #monster romance #human x monster #monster x human #yandere male #male yandere #monster smut #yandere smut #smut

[annmarcus63]

Jaskier is the luckiest man on the continent. He and Geralt are together now. After so many years of longing, the witcher has finally seen him. He can finally comb the witcher's hair and pep kisses all over his handsome face. He can cherish him every way he can to make him feel wanted, worthy of love and safety. 

The best part? Geralt is willing to accept his love and he seems happy with it. Jaskier wants to believe that even more happy that when he is with Yennefer. Geralt also shows him how much he cares about him. Some days Jaskier finds in the witcher's gaze something close to love. Jaskier's happy too.

Geralt hugs him close at night, the sounds of crickets the only thing that break their closeness, their love. Jaskier is starting to believe this is going to last forever. They want to spend their lives together as long as destiny lets them. It's the perfect life.

Too perfect. The truth crushes his reality in the form of a beautiful and dangerous sorcerer.

"It's not real, bard" says Yennefer in a mocking tone.

"You're only jealous cause I won! Geralt now loves me as much as he loves you, no, I think he loves me more!" he's behaving like a child, he knows, but he's allowed to do it after so many years trying to be better than her, trying to get Geralt's attention.

"You haven't told him?" it worries Jaskier that the mocking expression on Yennefer shifts immediately to one of apprehension.

“I can’t” says Geralt looking away from them.

"Ok, now what are you talking about?" every time Geralt and Yennefer have a silent conversation Jaskier is always the one to lose. Please let this not be it. The bard pleads silently to no one in particular.

"Yen" Geralt warns but Yennefer doesn't listen to him, she never does.

"He's under a spell bard" says her while looking at his eyes with grave seriousness, like you'd do to a child.  "This is not real. The same spell prevents Geralt from telling you the truth. I'm sorry."

"But... no, no, it's not truth. Geralt, tell her." The witcher look at him with so much sorrow and shame drowning the love from before. And then, Geralt looks away and doesn't say anything.

He can't see anything behind the fat tears wetting his face. The white noise in his ears must be the noise of his heart shattered beyond repair.

Jaskier turns around, takes his things from Roaches saddlebags, and flees to the trees.

He thinks he hears Geralt calling his name.

This is a part form a love spell au I publish a long ago but i can't seem to find. Sorry for that.

#geraskier #the witcher #the witcher netflix #jaskier x geralt #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #geralt of rivia #sorry for the angst #angst angst baby #yennefer of vengerberg #don't hate her she's doing what she thinks it's the right thing to do #joey batey #geralt x jaskier

[garyroachsanderson]

141 headcanons: little sibling

basically, what being the youngest one on the team would be like, since i consider 141 to have a brotherly bond (i’m aroace and i crave platonic relationship)

you were first recruited about a month after roach was. roach was ‘bullied’ for being, well, roach—but the team never bullied you. in fact, there had been multiple instances one of the men had taken a harsh wound for you in battle.

you have a bodyguard (often multiple) at all times. little bit disturbing how wide they keep their eyes open for sly foxes trying to get a wound in

you’ve proven yourself to be harsh and strong in battle multiple times, having killed countless enemies with no outside help, but you’ll often wake up to soap or even ghost slumped outside your quarters in the night.

they never refer to you as your callname, though you refer to them as theirs. this has led to a a silent spite filled battle of you calling them by their first names.

noogie-central. not a day goes by you don’t have your hair ruffled

ruthless with insults, but when another group insults you it usually ends in ghost taking out his Kilo.

it doesn’t matter if you’re the tallest or shortest, they’ll always find a way to flame you for it

being in your underwear is never sexual. you might get a warning from price for ‘being unprofessional’, but other than that you’d never have to worry about being seen sexually or taken advantage of.

found family trope found family trope found family trope found fa

you have been injured on several missions, and on every single one you have been the entire task force was at your bedside playing stupid games. including the occasional selfie of your barely breathing body.

as the underdogs of the team, you and roach have a close bond. the rest of the force calls you ‘dumb and dumber’.

you have convinced all of them to let you paint their nails. soap, ghost and nikolai say they think it’s stupid. they’re lying.

you’re the only one ghost feels comfortable enough around to OCCASIONALLY keep his mask off.

you and soap are often positioned on the same rooftop to snipe. everytime ghost makes a bad joke, both of you send a warning shot out into the air. ghost, of course, delays the jokes, but will bombard both of you once back to your base.

you all have a group chat on imessages for emergency, in case of the event of a broken mic. not a day has gone by where gaz hasn’t posted a shitty ‘HAVE A BEAUTIFUL (day of the week)!”. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it.

#call of duty modern warfare #simon riley #simon ghost riley #soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #gary roach sanderson #nikolai belinski #aroace #headcanon

[kueble]

Blossoms

This was written for the @witcher-bows-and-arrows prompt: Romantic.  It’s very silly and lighthearted, so I hope you enjoy it.

Explicit. Warnings: None. 3,100 words.

Geralt/Jaskier

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Jaskier is at his wit’s end.

How can one man - one who has been alive over a hundred years - be so gods-damned stupid?  Jaskier has tried everything he can think of to woo him: providing romantic candlelit dinners, serenading him beneath the full moon, gifting armfuls of trinkets.  Hell, he even rubbed chamomile oil onto his bare ass!  Either Geralt is the most idiotic witcher to ever live, or he is being purposefully dense.

Jaskier decides to go back to the basics, to keep things simple.  Geralt is off hunting for their dinner, so he is left alone with Roach to set up the campsite.   He makes quick work of it, cutting corners here and there, and then backtracks to the field of wildflowers they walked past earlier.  The sun hasn’t set yet, and the field looks gorgeous all lit up in the late afternoon sun.

He’s pretty sure artists refer to this as the golden hour, which is fitting since he’s here to gather a bouquet for his golden-eyed love.  He twists the phrase around in his mind, trying to piece together a song, but nothing sounds quite right.  There’s a melody behind it, though, so he ends up humming to himself while he gathers the prettiest blossoms he can find.

There was going to be a theme - reds and pinks for love - but all the different flowers look so stunning swaying with the gentle breeze that he ends up with an armful of a little bit of everything.  Rather than put the bouquet together here, he makes his way back to camp.  It’s a pleasant walk, especially with the fragrant blooms held against his chest.

Only a complete fool would ignore such a lovely gesture.

Geralt isn’t back yet, so he gently sets down his plunder next to his bedroll.  He drags his pack over, digging through it for the rest of what he needs.  It takes him a moment to find the scrap of twine he saved for this purpose, but he emerges with a triumphant shout.  Roach snorts at him, so he just blows her a kiss and gets to work.

The sun starts setting as Jaskier slowly pieces together the bouquet, making sure the best flowers are showcased in the front.  He ends up starting over a few times when one color clumps together, but it just makes him more determined to get this perfect.  His tongue sticks out between his lips as he bends over his lap and painstakingly creates a masterpiece.

Once the twine is wrapped around the bunch of flowers, he holds it in one hand and twirls it slowly to see if it is as beautiful as he hoped.   Turns out it’s even more gorgeous than planned, so he dips his head down with a grin to inhale the sweet scent of the colorful blossoms.  He hears Geralt stomping back towards the campsite, so he jumps to his feet and holds the gift in front of him.

“Welcome back!” he chirps as Geralt tosses a couple of pheasants down at his feet.  He grimaces and steps over them so he can stand in front of Geralt.

“What’s this?” Geralt asks, tilting his head in that adorable way he always does when humanity confuses him.  Jaskier ignores the way his chest tightens at the look and presents the flowers with a dramatic little bow.

“I picked these for you, my dear.  I thought a man such as yourself might appreciate the simple beauty in everyday things, since you are in fact beautiful each and every day,” Jaskier says, holding out the bouquet for Geralt to take.  There’s a beat of silence and then Geralt grunts and accepts the gift.

This is it!  He’s going to realize that Jaskier’s heart beats for him and him alone.  Surely he’ll swoon and admit his own feelings.  Jaskier looks up at him with the most earnest look he can manage only to see Geralt frowning at the gift.

“This is very helpful, but it would have been easier to sort them for potions if you had grouped them by flower,” Geralt mumbles before reaching out to pat Jaskier on the head.  He straightens up, ready to shout at how absurd this all is, but Geralt is already halfway across the campsite, the lovely bundle of flowers tucked under his armpit.

Jaskier has no idea how he fell in love with such an uncaring brute of a man.

His heart hardens as he watches Geralt pluck a fat blossom from the bouquet and feed it to Roach.  Clearly the feeling in his gut isn’t love but simply indigestion.  With a huff, he bends down to start dressing the birds for dinner.  There’s a handful of herbs in his pack that will liven things up, even if his romantic prospects are slowly dying.  How is he supposed to win Geralt over if he can’t get the message through that thick skull of his?

But the night ends up as brilliant as any other.  They chat while their dinner roasts, and Geralt even tells him he enjoys the new melody he’s been humming all night.  They sit side by side in front of the fire, sharing stories and pheasant alike, and Jaskier knows that if this is all he manages to get from Geralt, he’ll still be a happy man right down to the end of his days.

There is a chill in the air, a promise of Summer’s end, and they lay their beds together and seek out each other’s warmth.  Jaskier falls asleep with Geralt’s slow breaths tickling the nape of his neck, his head full of new plans to confess his feelings.

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“Going to ask a few questions about my contract, since everyone should be loose-lipped at this time of night, especially after your raunchy performance.  I’ll be quick about it,” Geralt says, pulling Jaskier out of his bedtime routine.

“Now?” he asks a bit stupidly, because he has plans that very much involve Geralt.

“Yes, as I just explained,” Geralt says, rolling his eyes as he leaves.

Jaskier watches the door shut behind him and then throws himself back on the bed, sighing with all the dramatics of one of the maidens in his ballads.  How is he supposed to casually seduce Geralt if he leaves the room.  Since outright declarations of love don’t seem to be working, he figures maybe if they fuck first, he can sort it all out later.   Besides, he’s been lonely ever since he realized how gone he is over the man.  Brothels and adoring fans quickly lost their shine in comparison to his heart’s desire.

He realizes he’s flopping around the bed like a fish on dry land, and he sits up to glare at the empty room.   Instead, he catches sight of the bouquet Geralt had so rudely shoved into his saddlebag earlier.  Suddenly, he’s struck with the most brilliant idea he’s ever had, and that’s saying a lot.

Why bother being subtle when his love is ridiculously thick both in body and mind?

Jaskier strides across the room and snatches up the flowers, quickly untying the twine and tossing them in a pile at the foot of the bed.  There don’t seem to be quite as many as he hoped, but he can still pull this off.  Maybe he just needs to shorten his message a little?  Oh! And he can use the stems as well, not just the petals.

There’s a flurry of activity as he yanks the blossoms from their stems and starts spelling out his message.  He has to start over twice, not sure it’s concise enough.  There can’t be any doubt to what he’s after, especially since Geralt has ignored even his most romantic of gestures.  Once he’s done, he stands back and looks at the message spelled out in stems and petals.

“Jaskier, you genius,” he mutters to himself before looking down at his attire.  He was halfway undressed before Geralt left, and his original thought was to put on the chemise he sleeps, but this looks much better.  These trousers highlight his strong thighs, and the bow above his ass makes him look like a present ready to be unwrapped.

He’s debating the best place to seductively drape himself when the door opens again.  With a squeak, he ends up perched on the edge of the bed.  He braces himself with one leg out and an arm behind him and tries to appear as casually sexy as possible.  Geralt shoots him a confused look before slowly stepping close enough to look at the message on the bed.

“Please fuck me?” Geralt reads aloud, flushing as he turns to face Jaskier.  “Expecting someone else?”

“Oh for Melitele’s sake!” Jaskier cries out, throwing up his hands.  “No!   It’s for you, you idiot!  You’ve ignored every single grand gesture I’ve so lovingly set at your feet, so I figured being direct might work better.”

“I…what?”

“The romantic dinners!  Singing you love songs written about you!  I swear I’ve read you all of the classic love poems, even the most sordid ones!  And you…you sit here telling me you have no idea I’m trying to confess my undying love to you?” Jaskier rushes out, sagging back against the bed with a pout.

“You…you did all that?  For me?” Geralt asks, stepping closer with his palms held up as if Jaskier is some kind of startled mare.

“I, yeah, I did,” Jaskier snorts out. He runs a hand through his hair, surely looking deranged at this point.  “How did you not catch on?”

“Don’t be upset, but I tend to just…zone out when you start talking in prose?” Geralt admits, moving even closer.  He kneels in front of Jaskier and smiles up at him.  “Not in an offensive way, but…I don’t have a head for anything poetic.  So whenever you start rambling about anything soft and sweet, I just tune out the words and focus on the sound of your voice instead?  It’s very melodic.  Calming.  I like it.”

“Oh,” Jaskier says, not quite sure what to say.  He thought Geralt had been ignoring him, and he was, but it was kind of sweet.

“I will, of course, break the habit now that I am aware of the stress I’ve caused you,” Geralt tells him before nodding at the floral message on the bedspread.  “So…it seems that you care for me?”

“Geralt, you fucking idiot,” Jaskier murmurs before reaching down and yanking him into the bed.  “I am so unbelievably in love with you.  Apparently you’ve ignored several much prettier confessions, but hopefully that’s enough for you?”

“More than enough.  If you’ll still have me?” Geralt asks softly, as if Jaskier didn’t just promise to love him to the end of his days.

“Never letting you go,” Jaskier whispers against his mouth before claiming it in a kiss.

He means to be gentle, but years of sexual tension explode around them, and he nips at Geralt’s bottom lip before licking across the seam of his lips, begging for entrance.  Geralt groans into the kiss, chapped lips parting so beautifully for him, and Jaskier growls in response.  He cups Geralt’s face in both hands and presses his tongue on one of his fangs, moaning at the sharp sting of it.

Geralt whines deep in his chest, and it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard.  It set fire to him, his body buzzing and skin burning everywhere they touch.   Jaskier grabs a handful of Geralt’s ass and grinds up against him, and it’s almost overwhelming, even through layers of fabric.  But he needs more, needs to feel Geralt’s pale skin, and he shoves his hands down the back of his trousers, searching for more.

“Fuck,” Geralt grunts out as he breaks the kiss to sit back on his heels and frantically tug at the bow at the small of Jaskier’s back.  He lifts his hips to help, whimpering as the cold air hits his hard cock.  Geralt doesn’t bother taking them all the way off, just shoves them down to Jaskier’s knees before undoing his own laces to free his prick.

Jaskier can’t help touching, using one hand to drag him into another kiss while the other wraps around Geralt’s hard length.  It’s hot and heavy in his hand, and Jaskier pumps it a few times before rubbing his thumb over his slit.   Pre-come leaks out, and he uses it to ease the slide as he strokes him rougher.

“Jask, wait,” Geralt chokes out, and he immediately stops and pulls his hand back.

“Second thoughts, love?” he asks, heart racing in his chest.  Please don’t take this from him before it even starts.

“No, just, uh,” Geralt flushes and looks over his shoulder at the petals and stems now scattered around the bed.  “Your message.  Do you want me to find some oil?”

“Next time,” Jaskier says with a grin.  “Right now I just need to touch you.  This is perfect.”  He emphasizes his words by cupping Geralt’s balls in his hand, which seems to set something loose in him.

One second he’s in control and the next he’s being pushed into the mattress as Geralt braces his hands on either side of his head and starts to roll his hips.  Jaskier runs his hands down Geralt’s sides, his nails leaving satisfying red streaks as he bucks up into Geralt.  They’re both leaking now, the wet mess helping as their cocks slide together.

It’s intense and sticky and absolutely fucking phenomenal.

Geralt dips down to kiss him harshly, more fangs and tongue than anything.   Jaskier leans into it, chasing his tongue past his lips and trying to maintain finesse even as his world is exploding in sensations.  He fails spectacularly and ends up nipping at Geralt as they pant into each other's mouths.  The steady grind is quickly pushing him towards release, and it’s all he can do to grip Geralt’s narrow waist and ride it out.

Jaskier turns his head to offer up his neck, and Geralt takes the hint.  He nips at the base of Jaskier’s neck before sucking gently, sure to leave a mark.  The hint of fang pressing against his sensitive skin is enough to have Jaskier teetering on the edge.  Then Geralt grazes his teeth over that perfect spot just below his ear, and Jaskier feels his balls pull tight.

He comes with a shout of Geralt’s name, clinging to him as he spills between their stomachs.  Geralt keeps thrusting, grinding down into him even as Jaskier is coating them both with hot splashes of his seed.  His whole body feels electric, his limbs shaking as he rides the high.   Geralt doesn’t stop, just keeps rocking against him until he whines at how overwhelming it feels.

“Can I?” Geralt asks, kneeling up and wrapping a hand around himself.  Jaskier nods, suddenly wanting nothing more than to watch Geralt come all over him.  He reaches out and takes hold of Geralt's thigh, stroking his soft skin while he watches him.

He starts fucking his own fist, hips wild as he stares down at Jaskier with wild eyes.  They’re almost completely black - like he’s full of potions - and Jaskier shivers as another wave of lust washes over him.   His cock gives a half-hearted twitch, but he’s spent for the night.   This is the best orgasm he’s had in ages, and he feels completely wrecked.

“Come on, Geralt.  Want to see you come for me,” he moans, running a hand down his stomach to play with the mess pooling there.  He trails his fingers through his own come and brings two up to his mouth, wetting his lips before sucking them clean.

“Fuck, Jask,” Geralt hisses out before tensing up.  He spills over his own hand, hot bursts of come coating Jaskier’s already filthy stomach.  He revels in it, arching his hips as Geralt continues to come.  He looks gorgeous, eyes wide and lips parted as he thrusts into his own fist.  It seems like he comes for ages before finally collapsing on top of Jaskier.

They’re fucking covered in come, and Jaskier couldn’t be happier.

Geralt not so gracefully slides off of him, and Jaskier rolls with him, not willing to let go just yet.  They lay on their sides, just grinning at each other, and Jaskier can hardly believe this is real.  It seems like he’d fallen in love years ago, and it’s so surreal to see Geralt looking back at him with affection in his eyes.

But then Geralt starts to move, and Jaskier whimpers, tangling his legs around him.  Geralt snorts and gestures at the growing mess between them, but Jaskier won’t have it.  It’s all too fresh, and he doesn’t want Geralt out of his arms right now.

“Leave it, just cuddle me,” Jaskier whines, pouting at him.  Geralt rolls his eyes and breaks free of his hold, ignoring his poor lonely heart.  He chuckles as he hops out of the bed and walks over to the basin of water on the table.

“Oh don’t give me those big doe eyes of yours.  You’re completely out of your mind if you think I’m going to deal with you bitching about being sticky come morning.   Besides, this just gives us a reason to dirty ourselves up again, right?” Geralt suggests as he wets down a cloth and comes back to the bed.  Jaskier expects him to hand it over, but instead he gently wipes Jaskier clean before taking care of himself.  He could get used to this sweeter side of his witcher.

“I should be offended by that, but I’ll forgive you since you’ve finally fallen for my many charms,” Jaskier tells him with a giggle.  That earns him another eye roll, but Geralt is grinning as he slides back into bed.

“Fallen despite them,” Geralt teases, easily dodging the elbow Jaskier throws his way.   He grows somber, though, looking serious before adding a soft, “I do, you know. Love you.”

“I know dear. I can feel it in the way you touch me,” Jaskier murmurs before taking his hand and lacing their fingers together.  He brings their clasped hands to his lips and presses a lingering kiss to the back of Geralt’s hand.  “Just don’t forget to say it out loud every so often, because the words sound amazing in your voice.”

“I’ll tell you as often as I can,” Geralt tells him, and it sounds like an oath.  Jaskier lets go of his hand but tucks himself close before pulling the blanket over them.  He falls asleep with the slow beat of Geralt’s heart beneath his cheek.

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