#yenn answers

[geralts-yenn]

Do you do headcanons?

How does lazy morning sex look like with Henry's characters?

Lazy morning sex

Hey anon! What a lovely ask! I deeply enjoyed thinking about spending the morning with these guys…

I thought about adding some more characters, but they just didn’t speak to me. So, I hope you are happy with my selection. Maybe there will be some more in the future…

warnings: sex (oral, vaginal) / somnophilia (discussed earlier, consent is consent, take responsibility!) / some manhandling / light spanking / choking / dacryphilia / slight humilation

You are annoyed that Will is working late, again. So you’re going to bed alone once more. But when you wake up the next morning, you get rewarded by looking at your sleeping boyfriend, lying next to you, naked, his cock hard and a pearl of pre-cum leaking out of his tip.

He better be dreaming about you, you think, as you lick your lips and wrap them around the head of his cock. You don’t have to put a lot of effort into your work, soon you hear him moan and his cock twitches in your mouth. With a pop, he pulls himself from your lips. You feel his hands gripping your hips firmly and a second later you’re on your back, Will pressing his weight between your legs. He feels for your pussy with one hand and as he finds you already wet he doesn’t bother with more foreplay. He pushes his cock into you, Will has taken over control, and he is fucking you into the mattress.  

You wake up to your boyfriend tossing and thrashing around in his sleep, like he did too often. Evan is murmuring words that you can't understand and the whimper that finally got you fully awake breaks your heart. You spill kisses over his sweaty forehead and gently brush your fingers along his jaw. He's still throwing his head from side to side.

You climb on top of him, pinning him to the mattress with all of your weight. With more soothing words you try to get through to him. And it finally works. 

Evan gets calmer and after a few more kisses he opens his eyes. 

He takes a deep breath, his hand runs over his face. "I am so sorry." You just shake your head and rub your body over his. In slow movements you let him feel all of your soft skin over the scars on his chest. Another few rolls of your hips and you feel him getting hard. His shaft is now pressing against your core and your body answers. The head of his cock glides through your wet folds. You moan as he adjusts himself to enter you. And without getting faster, you ride him, your chest pressed firm against his, your forehead resting on his. It’s not about chasing orgasms. It’s about feeling one another as close as possible.

He wakes up, sporting some nice morning wood and takes your hand to show you, proudly, because it's Mike. But as you want to get going, he tells you that he's actually too tired to fuck. And you suggest to him to just settle in you for some sweet cuddles while warming his cock. But as soon as he's feeling your pussy around his dick he can't keep still and ruts into you relentlessly. Soon you're on your knees, arched down onto the mattress and Mikey is very much awake behind you, fucking you hard, with a little spanking from time to time…

Sy is usually awake quite some time before you. And he really likes to wake you up in the best way possible you could ever imagine. He takes your knee and opens your legs while you are still sound asleep. He starts with little kitten licks over your clit. Widening his tongue, his laps are getting firmer. You finally wake up and realize Sy is between your thighs again. You won’t complain as he eats your pussy like a starved man. He dips his tongue into you, helping you to get to your climax by circling your swollen bud with his thumb. After you reached your high, his head appears, hovering over you with a wide grin on his face. “Best breakfast ever!” he tells you, while brushing your arousal out of his beard with one hand. 

Let's be realistic. If Walter is next to you in bed when you wake up in the morning, it's not because he spent the night with you but because he just came home. So he just blinks at you with hooded eyes. He whispers a good morning at you, his voice hoarse. You know he can't do more for you right now. He's too tired, even if you'd be straddling him that would be too much effort in the state he is in. So you decide to just give him some comfort. You crawl under the duvet, your fingers slipping under the elastics of his boxer briefs. With a little effort you manage to pull them down far enough. He is still soft at first but with every bop of your head he grows in your mouth until he fills your throat, laying heavy on your tongue. It doesn't take you long to bring him to his release. You swallow the thick ropes of cum that he spills down your throat. You clean up every drop that you missed with your tongue. And then you move up to him again. You pull him close to you, your fingers combing through his curls in soothing motions. Walter buries his face between your breasts and takes a deep breath. You stay like this until his soft snores tell you that he finally found some rest. 

You wake up, feeling fingers rubbing firm over your side. Goosebumps are running down your spine as August's mustache brushes over the sensitive spot behind your ear. "Be a good girl, princess, and remove those panties for me," he orders you and you bite your lip in anticipation as you obey. He knows he has to work you open before you can take him. So he starts to tease the bundle of nerves at your core with swift fingers. Wet kisses from your jaw down your neck help to make you ready for him. As soon as he feels you are wet enough, the swollen head of his cock splits you open. He starts with slow and tender movements, cuddling you from behind.

But it doesn't take long until this cuddlefuck isn't enough anymore for August. He slams his hips hard against your ass, his balls slapping against your wet thighs. Gathering your hair in his fist, he pulls your head back with every thrust. He kisses your exposed throat, sucks at the soft skin to mark you as his. Then another hand is on you, it's not a tender touch as he grabs your tit and kneads it roughly. His hand travels up to your throat. You gasp, taking a last deep breath before he takes your freedom to breathe and tightens his grip. 

You come undone, trying to cry out his name, but you can't as his hand is still wrapped around your neck. But he feels your walls gripping him tight. "Such a pathetic whore, aren't you? Coming all around my cock." He releases your throat and you gasp for air. Tears stream down your face as he slams into you until he finally paints your walls with his cum. He pulls you into a tight embrace, brushing his hand over your hair. "You did so well for me, princess.Such a good girl." He kisses every teardrop from your face. "Such a good girl!" 

taglist:

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#yenn answers #headcanon #hc characters #my writing #henry cavill characters

[cavillanche]

This thing he does with his tongue is so cute

I don’t think the word for that is “cute.” I think the word is “hrnggggggg.”

#good grief #Henry Cavill #answered #geralts yenn

[deandoesthingstome]

Night Moves - Deleted Scene

@geralts-yenn

Babe, you sent me a Director's Cut ask about Night Moves and I basically lied to you and said I hadn't saved any other scenes that never made it into the story and I promised you a follow up, so here it is.

I wrote this title on what I'm sure was the first doc I started, and this was probably the first scene I actually wrote before I figured out the crime portion of the story. Also, I may have intimated in the Ask reply, that Alex wasn't as into his desire to control her, but it's not that she didn't want to be controlled, as you will see, it's just that she didn't want him to BE so controlling. Hopefully you understand the nuance i was going for, but ultimately scrapped.

Deleted Smut Under The Cut - no edits or betas

Sex with Walter - not sure how we get here but:

Alex folds herself over his chest, grabbing his chin through his beard and kissing him hot and deep. She is hungry for him, and is a little tired of the careful way he’s handling her. Can’t believe she hasn’t gotten his cock deep inside her yet, She’s going to change that now.

“Where are your condoms?” she whispers into his ear.

Walter grabs her arms and tenses, as if he’s about to peel her off him. “Fuck.” He closes his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at her directly when he admits how unprepared he is.

“It’s okay. I was hoping we could just pull some out of the drawer here. But I can go grab my purse.” Alex kisses him again, gentle and forgiving, ending with a quick peck. “Be right back.”

She hops off the bed and debates a shirt, but doesn’t want to waste anymore time. In the few moments she’s down the hall and back, Walter sheds his underwear and leans back against the headboard, taking himself in hand to stroke and keep himself ready for her.

She peeks her head back in the doorway, hand raised with a full strip dangling down from her fingers.

“No pressure, I just wanted to make sure we had some options,” she grins and he can’t believe this is the same woman who was losing her shit at Rachel a few days ago. She steps in and closes the door behind her. “Is this okay?”

“A handful of condoms?” he scoffs. “Yeah, more than fine.”

“A closed door. You didn’t seem interested in shutting it earlier. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to keep it open.”

Walter ponders what she’s actually asking. A closed door does feel more intimate, but he thinks this is what she wants, so he gives a little shake of his head. “It’s fine. C’mere.”

She pads around the bed again, tearing off a packet and dropping the rest on the nightstand. She holds it out to him with a questioning look and he takes it from her.

“I’ve got it.”

Alex watches him slip the condom out of the foil and roll it down his length, pumping a few times to smooth it out and make sure it’s on snug. Then she climbs back over him on her knees and settles herself on his hips, tucking his sheathed cock forward almost as if it was her own. He gives her a questioning look, like he’s not sure why he just wrapped up if she wasn’t going to slide right on, but she smiles and glances down her belly to where the back of her thumb is teasing her own clit.

When she’s sure he’s watching too, she wraps her fingers around him and pulls slowly, making sure her thumb slips inside on every return.

“Fuck,” he groans and she dips low over him again, leaning her weight onto one knee and shifting onto the other foot so she can lift up and tuck him under her. When she feels his tip at her entrance, she sinks down on him, sitting back onto both knees and holding in place to feel the delicious stretch. She grinds her hips back and forth a little, shifting him around inside her and letting the space open around him.

His hands are on her hips now, kneading and pressing, pulling her with each grind towards him and helping her push away on the return. Walter thinks her tits are amazing and as much as he wants her to lean over so he can get one in his mouth, he also thinks he’d like to just squeeze them again for a bit. He shifts his hands up her sides, cupping her breasts when he reaches them and thumbing over the hardened nipples.

Alex licks her lips at the pleasure of it, hoping he might do more than just tease. But a tease’ll work. She isn’t complaining, she’d just love a little more. As if he could almost read her mind, he slips a hand back to her hip and then down into the space between them, taking a cue from her earlier action and sliding the tip of his thumb over to rub at her pearl. It’s not exactly what she needs, but she can work with it.

“Fuck yeah,” she sighs.

She grinds into his finger and gets his cock deeper in her at the same time. The sharp jolt against her cervix wakes her up and she finally falls forward to capture his lips with her own, keeping his hand trapped between them.

It's a flurry of grunts, and thrusts, and bounces then and it doesn’t take long like this for her to find another little release. But as unlike any other man she’s met he is, in this one way, Walter’s like ‘em all. 

The condom dulls the sensation of her walls around him and while he can feel the little squeeze of her orgasm, it isn’t like he can’t resist it. So he does. He keeps pumping up into her and when she pulls back to sit up he chases her with his mouth, wrapping his arms around her lower back and sitting up with her.

He urges her to wrap her legs around him, but she does the unthinkable and actually lifts up off him. 

“Everything okay?” he questions, arms still holding her close.

“Oh everything is more than okay. Just wondering if we could switch it up a little?” she bit her lip with a wicked smile.

“What’d you have in mind?”

Without speaking, Alex begins to crawl backwards down the bed on her knees. When she’s clear of his chest, she falls forward on her hands too, but keeps moving until her knees hit the edge of the bed.  Walter is confused and thinks she might be getting ready to lower her head to his condom-wrapped cock, but she grins again and shifts a hip out to the side, swinging her head around to look back behind her. When she looks back at him, the lust is apparent.

“Yes ma’am,” he grins, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and walking around to the end. As soon as his hand meets her hips, he’s lining himself up and she’s pitching forward, ass still high in the air. Once he’s fully seated, Alex grinds back up against him with a continual roll of her hips that he can tell is driving her crazy. He imagines this is what a lap dance would look like if he were sitting with her pressed up against him.

Walter clenches his jaw now, not really wanting to think about the club, or her stripping, or anyone stripping for that matter. He just wants to fuck her raw. He slows down because if he doesn’t he’s going to keep going, harder and harder and he doesn’t want to do that to her. Not on a first time. As if he could be sure there’d be more times. 

Though he wonders for a split second if maybe, just maybe, he were to show a woman who he really was, it might make it easier for them to decide upfront if they want to stay or go. But no, never let them see that, he thinks to himself. He’s suddenly snapped out of his internal monologue as Alex peels herself up from the bed back to her knees, draping her arm back to trace around his neck. She grips him as she tilts her head and brings his lips to her neck, then leaves him there while her arm skims down his side to his hand on her hip.

She grabs a hold and drags his hand up her belly and over her tits to place it at her throat and he freezes for a moment.

Alex senses his hesitation and gently presses her forefinger and thumb into the back of his hand, urging him to squeeze.

“It’s okay,” she whispers, leaning her head back into him. “I want this. I’ll tell you when to stop, okay? I’ll tap your arm.”

“It’s not…”

“It is. It’s so good. Please Walter,” she pleads and how could he say no?

And the following morning, though this makes no sense since they were clearly at Walter's the night before, but there you go... LOL! SMDH.

Are you leaving?

I wasn't...

Without saying goodbye?

I didn't want to wake you. I wasn't sure if you'd feel different about this in the light of day, so I ...

Thought you'd slip out unnoticed? That I wouldn't miss you surrounded as I am by all these other guys? Come back to bed. Please.

#walter marshall #walter marshall x ofc #walter marshall smut #walter marshall fanfiction #night hunter fanfiction #night moves deleted scene #mine #deandoesthingstome #geralts yenn asks #charlie answers #ask me about my content

[cherryjuicegf]

imagine! spell gone wrong and now yen has a telepathic bond with jaskier, she hears his every thought :D

she would probably knock him unconscious in the first fifteen minutes he wouldn't shut up otherwise

#his thoughts vary from deep academic knowledge to something he did five years ago to the most stupid questions to fishmonger's daughter #in the span of two minutes. she has a headache. save her #it's even funnier if she's away and just portals to him after ten minutes he's like 'oh! hello yenne– x0' #she keeps him like that until she works it out #she may or may not hear him thinking she's beautiful and terrifying she may or may not blush #this has potential thanks for the enrichment dear #yennskier #answered #maureen tag #something-more

[lexcanium]

may i hear a leedle bit about jubilee :] 🤲

omg of course … 🥺 (👈 guy who can’t remember anything now)

well. to start with her scar is hunger and her motivation is pure anger, but she’s so obsessive about the way she presents herself, absolutely everything has to be perfect and completely under her control . all risks are calculated, she rarely does anything too out there unless she knows she’ll succeed at it. her daring is low, but arrogance + ruthlessness are both 75-85% respectively, infamy is 91% hehe. she has the mob boss career and she’s enjoying the power immensely … <3

the hunger scar in partic is soooo delicious though. that insatiable need for Something and using what power you’ve spent years scraping together to get and feel Things but it’s never enough and it never Will be enough. you know. that’s why she’s so intensely drawn to argent, argent does whatever she wants and gets away with it and jubilee Wants that. she doesn’t love her by any means but she wants her for sure. and she’s not snapped yet, but when she does it will be a genuine cat5 woman moment because of how tightly wound up she is

#bee.txt #I LOVE UUU ^_^ #you know that scene in the netflix witcher where yenns on the floor screaming i want everything . thats gonna be her real soon #the whole thing w that comm was that was a rare moment of her genuinely enjoying being insane in the moment. you know #idk what u wanna know ask me anything ill answer it :] #jubilee rivera

[whumptober]

Whumptober 2023

Welcome to Whumptober 2023 — the sixth year running!

COMPLETIONISTS/PARTICIPANT BADGES CAN BE FOUND HERE

To those of you who participated last year, welcome back! To everyone joining this year, welcome!

Please make sure to read the Event Info carefully, as most of your questions will be answered there already. For everything else, you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here.

This year’s AO3 Collection can be found here.

And this years playlist can be found here.

There are 139 prompt options in total this year - this is including the alternatives list! A special thanks goes out to those who took part in our trope vote back in July. From the 1526 responses to our list of 223 tropes, we looked through the popularity results, as well as your honourable mentions, and were able to produce this years prompts list. Stay tuned, as we will be posting some of the results at a later date!

We’re very excited to see the community come together once more and be a wild, chaotic bunch of creators and consumers of whump. Go wild with the prompts, and support your fellow creators - we wish you all the fun!

Best of luck and happy whumping,

Mods Vanne, Yenn, Kitty and Surro

(All 31 Themes + Prompts, Event Information and FAQs are posted below the cut!)

Whumptober 2023 Prompt List

No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”

No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”

Thermometer | Delirium | “They don't care about you.”

No. 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.”

Journal | Solitary Confinement | “Make it stop.”

No. 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”

Cattle Prod | Shock | “You in there?”

No. 5: “You better pray I don't get up this time around.”

Debris | Pinned Down | “It's broken.”

No. 6: “Do or die, you’ll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.”

Recording | Made to Watch | “It should have been me.”

No. 7: " “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”

Alleyway | Radio Silence | “Can you hear me?”

No. 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.”

Overcrowded ER | Outnumbered | “It’s all for nothing.”

No. 9: “Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days.”

Polaroid | Mistaken Identity | “You're a liar.”

No. 10: “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”

Broken Phone | Stranded | “You said you'd never leave.”

No. 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.”

Animal trap | Captivity | “No one will find you.”

No. 12: “I haven't slept in days but who's counting?”

Red | Insomnia | “I’m up, I’m up.”

No. 13: “It comes and goes like the strength in your bones.”

Cold Compress | Infection | “I don’t feel so good.”

No. 14: “Feed me poison, fill me ‘till I drown.”

Flare | Water Inhalation | “Just hold on.”

No. 15: “I don't need you to help me I can handle things myself.”

Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | “I’m fine.”

No. 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

Gurney | Flatline | “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”

No. 17: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.”

Collar | Touch Aversion | “Leave me alone.”

No. 18: “I tend to deflect when I’m feeling threatened.”

Blindfold | Tortured For Information | “Hit them harder.”

No. 19: “I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.”

Floral Bouquet | Psychological | “I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”

No. 20: “People don’t change people, time does.”

Blanket | Found Family | “You will regret touching them.”

No. 21: “See the chains around my feet.”

Vows | Restraints | “Don't move.”

No. 22: “They never saw us coming, ‘til they hit the floor.”

Glass Shard | Vehicular Accident | “Watch out!”

No. 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.”

Shadows | Stalking | “Who’s there?”

No. 24: “I’ve got a head full of chemicals; mouth full of ridicule.”

Goodbye Note | Neglect | “I thought they were with you.”

No. 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.”

Storm | Buried Alive | “They’re not breathing!”

No. 26: “Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself.”

Seeing Double | Working To Exhaustion | “You look awful.”

No. 27: “You drew stars around my scars; But now I’m bleeding.”

Matches | Scars | “Let me see”

No. 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.”

Bloody Knife | Sacrifice | “You'll have to go through me.”

No. 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.”

Scented Candle | Troubled Past Resurfacing | “What happened to me?”

No. 30: “It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.”

Borrowed Clothing | Bridal Carry | “Not much longer...”

No. 31: “I thought that I was getting better.”

Emptiness | Setbacks | “Take it easy.”

Alternatives List:

Betrayal

Aftermath of Failure

Brass Knuckles

Decoy

Body Modification

Playing Cards

Examination

Hunting

Drugging

Shaking

Panic

Broken

Miscommunication

Lab Rat

Reluctant Whumper

Event Info & Rules

~ Please read our extensive event info posts before sending us an ask ~

WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation challenge (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are 31 official themes this year - one for each day of the month - which can be used, skipped, or combined in any way you’d like. The 'theme' of each day is the line of lyrics.

The prompts are merely to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you don’t have to include the exact wording of prompts into your work). Feel free to run rampant on interpretation. For example, if the prompt is "flame", you could create something with reference to a candle/campfire, your character could have suffered a burn, or the flame could be related to the 'spark' of a relationship. It's truly up to you!

In total, there are 4 prompts for each day: there's lyrics, an object, a trope and a line of dialogue to choose from.  We want to give everyone as much creative freedom as possible, as well as increase event accessibility for folks with triggers and squicks.

Creators can PRODUCE work in any media they choose, including but not limited to: writing, visual artwork, photo/video/audio edits, paper crafts and elaborate recommendation lists (not just a list of links). Creators can PARTICIPATE as much or as little as they want (i.e. you don’t have to do ALL the prompts if you don’t want to) and prompts can be used in any order. They are also free to use even after the event ends.

When uploading Whumptober content to your blog, be sure to tag the with:

#whumptober2023 …..(the event tag)

#no.1, #no.2, #no.3, …..(day number)

#lyric, #bruises, #stabbing,  …..(the theme or specific prompt you chose)

#fandom or #OC, … (ironman, originalcontent, oc …)

#medium …..(gifs, fic, podcast, art, etc.)

#teeth, #gore tw, #etc …..(trigger warnings & any additional tags. Add "tw" AFTER the trigger/content warning. )

#nsfwhump …..(only for nsfw content)

#your own tags go here

PLEASE BE DILIGENT WITH YOUR TAGGING. Only properly tagged posts are considered for archiving on the official @whumptober-archive blog. They must be tagged in the order above. An elaborate post about our tagging system can be found [here]

Unfortunately, due to the sheer number of participants in recent years, we cannot guarantee your work will be archived. A random selection of properly tagged posts from all genres will be reblogged each day.

Whumpers who produce content for 31 total theme days are considered event completionists and will be tagged in a masterpost at the end of the month. A form will be published at the beginning of November asking you to tell us if you completed the event. You do not need to post anything you have created, we rely on trust and we will not check this.

Questions not addressed in one of our many event info posts can be directed to this blog. We will not answer any questions that have been answered in the FAQs or rules already.

Frequently Asked Questions

Q. How does this year’s prompt list work? What do I have to choose?

You can create something based on:

The overall theme/lyric of the day

Prompt 1, 2 or 3

One or several of the alternative prompts

A combination of the above

Q. Is [specific anything] allowed?

When in doubt: JUST DO IT!

Q. Do I have to do all 31 days?

Participate as much or little as you like! Just be sure to tag your posts properly (ex. #no.7, #radio silence). If you create works for 31 total theme days you will become a completionist. But apart from that, there are no repercussions if you don’t fill prompts for each day.

Q. Can I post early/late?

Yes, you can post whenever you want. We will only reblog posts during October, but you can use our prompts all year round. The day you post will only affect your probability of being reblogged.

Q. Will you reblog my post?

Due to the sheer number of content posted during Whumptober we can’t promise to reblog every single post. We will make a random selection trying to capture a wide variety of content. The following will increase your chances at being reblogged:

tag your post properly

post within 2-3 days of the theme you want to fill: if you fill the prompt for Day 1 your chances of being reblogged during October 1st to 3rd are highest and will go towards zero afterwards.

Q. What if I don’t understand a prompt/theme?

Send us an ask! We’re happy to help with wild, unhelpful clarifications or brainstorming. That being said, the themes are entirely up for interpretation. Don’t take them too literally. For example: You can be choking on a cherry, someone else can choke you or you could be choked up on emotions, etc.

Q. What kind of content can I make? Can it be NSFW?

This is a MIXED MEDIA event! You can write fic, post meta, doodle or paint, create a gifset or photo edit, link a song, or get crafty with video - anything goes. As for NSFW, make what you like, we just hope that you’ll tag your work accordingly so that others participating in the event can stay safe.

Q. Can I combine Whumptober with other creation challenges?

Absolutely, as long as the other challenges allow it too.

Q. Can I upload/repost my Whumptober content to other social media platforms?

Of course! You can post your own content wherever you like (or you can opt to not publish it at all). Additionally we’ve created an AO3 Collection to archive any fics posted there. It can be accessed here. The tumblr blog @whumptober-archive is the official archive, so please respect the boundaries of any closeted whumpers in your social circle.

Q. Can I use prompts to write a new chapter for an existing fic?

Yes.

Q. An existing fic I am currently writing contains many of the Whumptober prompts, can I use it?

If you are actively writing this fic at the moment with the Whumptober prompts in mind, yes. If you’ve previously posted something that checks the boxes, we ask that you not include it retroactively for this current year. You can, however, add new chapters relating to one or more of the prompts.

Q. What kind of characters can I write for?

Fandom characters, OC characters, human, furry, alien, cyborg, RPF, whoever you like. You can use the generic “whumpee” character or have specific ones.

Q. Does it have to take place in a specific fandom?

No, you can create works for your own worlds or for fandoms or for both. You can also create more generic or pan-fandom works. You can do cross-overs or use OCs, whatever you want.

Q. Can I use a prompt multiple times?

Yes, but it only counts once towards being a completionist.

Q. If I’m not comfortable with one day’s prompts can I use a prompt of a different day as a substitute and still be a completionist?

No, you can’t exchange prompts for different days. However, if all four prompts of a specific day make you uncomfortable, we have created an alternate prompts list that you can draw from. You can exchange any prompt with these, but please make sure not to use them twice.

Q. Where can I post my work?

Post where and how you want. You don’t have to (cross)post it to Tumblr or at all. Just keep in mind if it’s not on Tumblr we will not be able to add it to the blog archive.

Q. Can I start posting early?

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[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

After hours

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Pairing: Geralt x Librarian!reader

Summary: Geralt has finally handed in the paper you helped him research for weeks... Now what to do about all that tension between you two?

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, p-in-v sex, rough sex, semi-public sex, standing missionary, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), I think that's it?

Word count: 3.9k

A/N: Alright! Roughly 4 months ago, I promised my dearest @deandoesthingstome a round with her Crescent Street fave (at the time, sorta). It has finally arrived! I hope you enjoy it 🥰

For those interested in the timeline: This takes place before he ever goes on his semester abroad, meaning that at this current time, he hasn't met Sol yet.

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“Thanks for all your help the past few weeks.” You’d been hoping he’d show up all day, and now that the library was about five minutes away from closing, here he was. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’d be able to hear your heart furiously beating in your chest. It’s a good thing that wasn’t possible. Right? 

“You’re more than welcome, Geralt,” you answered. For some reason you were avoiding his eyes. “Got that term paper done?”

“Handed it in a few minutes ago,” he said as he put a stack of books on the counter with a deep sigh. His voice drove you nuts, it had been doing so for weeks, haunting you until long after you had gone home - oftentimes deeper into the night than you cared to admit. 

“You don’t sound too confident?” No, but you did? Where was that coming from? You had expected yourself to crumble in the presence of this… long-haired hunk? Fine specimen? God? All of the above? 

“I’m sure it will be fine.” His smile surprised you the most. “If I’m being honest I’m mostly sad I… don’t get to work on it any more.” Your eyes moved to his as if by magic, because your brain still screamed at you to avoid them at all costs. And it was right to warn you, because as soon as you saw their beautiful color, you were lost. Every shred of the tension you’d spent weeks convincing yourself was a figment of your imagination, rushed back, and now there was so much of it you could almost see it in the air.

“Can I help you put these back?” Geralt said after you had signed his books back in, and you nodded in reply to his question, knowing full well the shelf they came from was all the way in the back of the library. You knew you’d been the only one in here for well over an hour now, but it wouldn’t hurt to check. 

“Let me get the door,” you said, before almost rushing to it and locking it quickly. You could swear you heard him chuckle under his breath at the way you moved, but you didn’t care.

You both scanned the aisles for people you’d missed, but per your expectations, the whole library was empty. It was just the two of you now. The walk to the mythology section of the building felt way too long, and you were definitely walking faster than you were used to, but you weren’t complaining - and neither was Geralt. You somehow found the time to start second guessing your interpretation of the situation, and had to very consciously remind yourself that putting four books back on a shelf was hardly a two-man job. And you were right about that; returning those books took maybe a minute, and when you were done putting the last one back, Geralt pulled you off the step you were standing on and looked at you. 

Once again, all the tension that had built up over the past few weeks came flooding back to you as you stared into his eyes. Your gaze only strayed from his long enough to notice the way the muscles of his jaw moved beneath his stubbled skin as he clenched his teeth. His hands felt warm and heavy as they rested on your hips, and your arms seemed to auto-pilot their way up until your lower arms were against his. Touching his biceps was a mistake - alright, not a mistake, but you were definitely shocked by the amount of muscle beneath the thin fabric of the dark sweater he was wearing. Geralt licked his lips as you let your hands travel up his arms to his shoulders, and when you reached them, he pulled you in. There was no going back now. 

He kissed you hard and in a way you’d almost describe as merciless, but he didn’t seem to be in a hurry. Every move he made revealed a tiny bit more of the immense strength you had already suspected he possessed. Something told you that you’d be getting more proof of that - maybe even more than you bargained for, but you couldn’t care less. When you felt the warmth of his tongue against your lips, you didn’t hesitate to open your mouth and let him in. He tasted of God knows what, but it was good, and the way he kissed you made your head spin and your knees weaken to the point where you weren’t exactly sure how you were still on your feet. Probably, you realized when you analyzed the situation a bit more carefully, because he was holding you up. Now that you were pulled against his body, his hands had moved away from your hips, and one of his arms now wrapped around your waist while the other pushed between your shoulder blades, crushing you into his chest. One thing you were very sure about was that you were not going to complain about any of this. 

You were glad to see that this had an effect on him, too. His heavy breathing matched your own and you felt his pulse drum against your fingers erratically when you laid a hand against his neck. Most of all, you were surprised that he was hard already, which made you feel a little bit less embarrassed about the slick mess you were absolutely sure you’d find between your legs. 

For weeks, you’d thought about asking him to join you for coffee after spending hours on the research for his paper together, or straight up asking him to take you home, even, but what was happening now bested even your dirtiest fantasies. Geralt still wasn’t rushing, but he wasn’t exactly patient, either, and it wasn’t long before the hand he kept between your shoulders moved to your side, where it carefully began to creep up  over your clothes. Its destination was clear. You weren’t born yesterday, and he was a man; he obviously wasn’t interested in the feel of the fabric of your sweater. It was almost odd how he didn’t just immediately slip his hand underneath it…

To your disappointment, he broke the kiss, but luckily it was only to regain his ability to speak. 

“This is a lovely sweater, but it’s in my way.” You had been wrong: he did actually go on to comment on the softness of your sweater. That didn’t take away the fact that the way he cocked his eyebrow at you was a silent way of asking for your permission to take the thing off - which you gladly gave him. After a few short seconds, it was on the floor. Much to your own surprise, you told Geralt to just send your bra the same way immediately, while you frantically pulled at the hem of his sweater. After all, you needed to level the playing field a bit. The clasp of your bra was no match for his nimble fingers, which made you feel a little sad. Of course that wasn’t a new move to a guy like this - even though his being twenty-one made him a fair bit younger than the guys in your past. You were about to decide to not linger on the feeling, when Geralt made you forget about it altogether by kissing along your jaw to your ear. He moaned in it softly - a deep, gravelly sound that made you lose whatever little sanity you still possessed - and murmured a soft ‘fuck’ before moving away from you to take off some of his own clothes. 

It took everything you had to keep your mouth from falling open - and you were only about forty percent convinced you were actually successful. You’d always thought you had been more than generous in your wildly inappropriate dreams, but absolutely nothing on the planet gave this guy the right to be this fucking ripped. Despite probably managing to keep your mouth closed, you couldn’t stop yourself from staring, and you battled the strange urge to lick every inch of his body; your hands would have to do. Your fingers trailed softly over his shoulders and chest, and you bit your lip as you let them slowly travel down over his abs to the waistband of his trousers. On a whim, you hooked your fingers behind it and pulled him closer to you again. There was a devious smile on his lips when you did, which gave you more courage than you ever thought you had. He let out the most delicious grunt when you softly palmed his erection through his jeans, which was partially lost against your lips when you pulled his face down to yours for another kiss. You resisted the urge to pull your hand back when you realized what this guy was packing. 

Geralt squeezed your ass through your skirt and grunted again - a sound you gladly answered with a moan. He bowed his head and put his lips to your neck, seeking out the spots that made you squirm and whine. After a short while, he pushed you back a few steps until you felt the cold concrete of the wall against your back. You shrieked at the sudden coolness against your skin, involuntarily arching your back and pressing your chest into his. Geralt laughed softly before resolutely pushing you back against the wall, lowering his head again to continue his quest further down your chest. You gasped when the warmth of his breath brushed past your sensitive nipples. The touch of his tongue made you lean into him again as he drew circles around the pebbled skin. His hands made their way to the hem of your skirt, pulling it up until he could comfortably reach between your legs. His fingers ran over the fabric of your underwear, and you shivered when Geralt deliberately circled your clit with slow, lazy movements. 

He raised his head again, leaving your nipples exposed to the merciless cold air of the room, and looked straight in your eyes when he pulled your panties to the side and dragged a finger through your slick folds. He wet his lips, and you heard a soft growl rumble in his chest every time he exhaled. It was torture, the way he kept teasing you until you were begging him to give you what you wanted, but somehow, the glacial pace with which he pushed a finger into you was so much worse. 

"Fuck, you're killing me," you growled. 

"Tell me what you want, then." God, his smile was amazing. You almost forgave him for teasing you beyond any reasonable boundaries. 

"I want you to stop teasing me," you replied. 

"You've been teasing me for weeks," he said to your surprise, "don't I get even a little in return?" You quirked an eyebrow at him. He had been the one teasing you for weeks, for crying out loud! He laughed when you suggested that.

"I don't think I care who started it," he growled into your ear as he finally pushed two fingers inside you and curled them in search of the perfect spot. Of course he found it in no time, and you were a squirming, shaking, whimpering mess in his arms within seconds. 

He kissed you again. It was rough, like before - and an excellent way to keep you quiet as his fingers continued to pump into you unrelentingly. Your nails dug into the muscle of his shoulder so fiercely you were sure it hurt him, but he didn’t look bothered by it at all. Every moan that escaped you seemed to inspire him to keep going until you couldn’t take it anymore. 

“That’s it.” You clearly heard the excruciating smugness in his voice as he pulled you over the edge. Leaning against the wall wasn’t enough to keep your knees from buckling, but Geralt seemed to have no problem holding you up while he rested his forehead against yours. After a while, your legs were once again able to carry your weight, and you stood a little straighter as you once again ran your hands over the ridiculously muscular torso in front of you, not stopping until you reached the waistband of his jeans, which you swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped. As soon as you wrapped your fingers around his cock, Geralt moaned loudly, your mouth swallowing the sound up as you pressed your lips to his again. The kiss could hardly distract you from the thoughts that raced through your mind as your hand greedily explored what mother nature had blessed him with, and you couldn’t stifle a moan. 

Your fingertips didn’t touch. That sentence ran tireless circles through your mind as you gently, experimentally, moved your hand, attempting to draw a reaction from the man in front of you. Your fingertips didn’t touch, but instead of contemplating the probability that this was never in a million years going to fit, you let out a continuous stream of moans as you touched him. If the past few weeks had taught you anything, it was that you didn’t care whether this would be easy or not. You needed him. 

The sounds that spilled from Geralt’s throat were like music to your ears, ranging from dark, guttural growling to equally dark and guttural moans. He took the liberty of pushing his pants down to give you easier access, which finally inspired you to set aside your doubts and get on your knees. 

Geralt inhaled sharply when your tongue darted out to meet the tip of his cock, and you found yourself almost giddy with excitement. There was just something about making a man this size crumble beneath your touch, and from your current perspective, everything about him seemed even more massive than when you’d been standing up. You smiled as you listened to the noises Geralt made as you circled your tongue around his head. That smile widened when those sounds grew more impatient with every passing second, until he placed a hesitant hand on the back of your head, gently urging you to stop teasing him. 

There was no way you could take all of him into your mouth, but he didn’t seem to mind. Men this generously endowed were probably used to that particular misfortune. Curiosity ultimately got the better of you, and you steadily moved further down his shaft until you reached your limit. At first, the hand Geralt kept on your head didn’t move at all, until there came a point at which he seemed to have confidently learned the extent of your capabilities. He was still gentle, applying only the slightest amount of pressure, never forcing you further down than you could handle. The occasional moan escaped you, the vibrations of which caused Geralt to groan, and his cock to twitch slightly in your mouth. 

It had been a while since you had been able to lose yourself so completely in a blowjob, and although you had no way of knowing how much time you spent on your knees, it must have been a rather long time. When Geralt pulled on your hair slightly - and more firmly after gaining some confirmation that you weren’t opposed to that kind of thing - and your almost trance-like state was broken and you were faced with reality again, the first thing you noticed was the excruciating sensation in your knees. You chuckled when the memory of one of your friends fought itself to the forefront of your mind. In your own days at the university, she had publicly - loudly, too - declared the library ‘carpet burn central’, and your knees were now living proof of her assessment. 

A large hand wrapped around your arm as Geralt pulled you off the ground rather unceremoniously, and pushed you back against the wall, kissing you fiercely. 

“Fuck,” he swore under his breath as he fumbled with something. The options regarding the source of the crinkling sound you heard - especially considering the context of the situation - were limited. Truth be told: anything other than a condom at this stage would have sorely disappointed you. Luckily, your educated guess was dead-on. 

“Need some help with that?” you taunted, not considering whether potentially antagonizing Geralt was a smart thing to do - it probably wasn’t. He huffed impatiently, breaking your kiss and looking at you with a lifted brow. There was something resembling amusement in those gorgeous amber eyes, and nothing of the annoyance that you had heard in his voice. 

“Got it,” he said, the smallest grin appearing on his lips. 

Without warning, he captured your body between his and the wall, pulling one of your legs up to his hip. It was not yet enough for him to comfortably move. While shaking his head slightly, a smirk on his lips, he lifted your other leg as well. The suddenness of your feet leaving solid ground made you shriek, and you wrapped your arms around Geralt’s neck. One thing was certain: there was absolutely no reason to doubt his strength. In fact, you wished furiously that you had chosen a less limiting and maybe more conventional position and location than the ones you currently found yourself in. Positions and locations with more possibilities for Geralt to show you what he was really capable of. At the very least, that location would contain something to tone down the sound of the screams you were sure he would pull from you.

As your thoughts raced through your mind about what could, would, should or might be, Geralt entered you slowly, giving you plenty of time to adjust to the size of his cock. Much to your surprise, things went smoother than you had expected. The first thrusts came slowly, and were too gentle to really match the raunchiness of the position - or place - you were in. 

That didn’t last long. 

Whether it was his idea, inspired by your sloppily muttered ‘I can take it’, or a combination of both, you didn’t know - and quite frankly: you didn’t give a damn. Right now, it was just you and Geralt, and the way your arms were wrapped around his neck, and your legs around his waist, as you held on for dear life while each thrust came harder, faster and deeper than the one before. It was fantastic. Something about the way he moved had you hiding your face in his neck in a hopeless attempt to hide your screams. You squirmed in his arms as your hands closed into tight fists around locks of his white hair - which he didn’t even seem to notice. 

Geralt was an unholy combination of strength and stamina: rough, untamed, and seemingly always on the brink of losing control. For a moment, you were consumed by a single drop of sweat that traveled down his forehead, headed for the furrowed brow that sat over a pained expression. That tortured look gave you an idea of the sheer amount of restraint he needed right now to not topple over into the abyss of his own feelings, and chase nothing but his own pleasure. He’d hurt you. You were as sure of that, as you were of your suspicion that you wouldn’t mind so much as one microscopic little bit if he did hurt you. Never before had you surrendered so completely to a man, and if you had to be honest: never before had any of them earned your submission like Geralt did. 

He lasted way past the point where you should probably have asked him to slow down, then past the point where you wondered if you genuinely wanted him to slow down, and finally another while past the very moment any discomfort warped itself into pleasure again. That familiar, throbbing ache begged for attention - yours or otherwise - as Geralt slowed his brutal rhythm. A sigh of relief escaped you, not because it wasn’t good before, but because this was a pace at which your mind could keep up with the continuous, overwhelming flood of sensations. Geralt urged you to loosen your arms, which were still wrapped tightly around his neck. He held your hips tightly as he stepped back a tiny bit, giving you space to reach between your bodies and focus some attention where you needed it most. 

Geralt thrust into you with a steady rhythm while your fingers drew tight circles around your clit. Your breath caught in your throat as you came closer and closer to your orgasm with each thrust, each touch. When you finally exploded around him, a hint of a smile cut through the grim expression on Geralt’s face. His harsh features softened as his previously unrelenting rhythm finally faltered and made way for the uncontrolled and passionate thrusts that announced his nearing release. His fingers dug into your hips, and the growls that fell from his lips bordered on the feral. When he came, those growls largely died against your lips as he swept you into yet another breathtaking kiss. A hiss escaped you when his sharp teeth grazed your bottom lip and bit down painfully. 

When he finally - maybe after slightly more time than he should have allowed - slipped out of you and put you down again, you had to brace yourself against the wall in order to stay on your feet. This guy was genuinely every bit as amazing as you’d imagined he’d be - and then some. Or rather: he had been. As you gathered your discarded clothes off the floor and put them back on, scrambling to make yourself at least somewhat presentable again, you realized that this was it. It was over. The one thing you had spent weeks looking forward to, was now something of the past. Suddenly, a wave of something you couldn’t quite place washed over you. Not regret, no, you’d recognize regret. Even the where and how of this encounter couldn’t hold a candle to your worst drunken mistakes - the ones you actually did regret. There was absolutely nothing to regret about something this amazing, except maybe the fact that it was over. 

As you questioned why part of you was questioning your unquestionable life choices, you vaguely took note of Geralt sneaking off to the bathroom. Of course, your initial fear was that he would sneak off altogether, but you remembered the only entrance to the library was locked, and you were the only person present with a key. Your suspicion was confirmed when Geralt returned to you a bit later. 

The two of you found yourselves in a very interesting situation. If the morning after a one night stand was awkward, the moment after a wicked semi-public quickie in the library was at least twice as uncomfortable, and then some. You didn’t speak as you locked up and left the floor you were on, and while you walked, at least a hundred scenarios crossed your mind that did nothing to settle your nerves about saying your goodbyes. Whatever you conjured up in your brain was also useless in preparing you for the one thing that actually did happen. 

“Come back to my place,” Geralt said as you stepped outside. No matter how hard you tried, you were ultimately unsuccessful in keeping your eyes from going wide as you heard his words. Something about it wasn’t a question, which turned out to be enough to bring back the thrumming between your legs and weaken your knees. “I’m not done with you yet.”

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Hostile Territory - Chapter 17

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Leah Coleman)

Word count: 4K

Warnings: Mentioned character death

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A/N: Let's pretend like this isn't a million months late and let's pretend I didn't suddenly forget how to write during my time away.

Day 201

Fifteen days. They were getting fifteen whole days home. They’d just landed in North Carolina and from there, each soldier would head their separate ways. Unfortunately, Leah’s flight to Denver wasn’t until the next day. She would have driven home if the drive wasn’t actually longer than simply waiting sixteen hours for her flight.

She’d planned on spending the night waiting around at the airport but a few men who were in the same situation as her had found a motel for the night and she had to admit that having a place to shower was a big enough appeal to cancel out sleeping in a cramped room with three of the men.

Had their overseas flight not been delayed, Sy would have driven straight down to see his folks. As it was, it was already getting late and he didn’t want to make the five hour trip in the dark. Besides, no one would be awake if he showed up after midnight.

After taking a cab to retrieve his truck where he’d placed it in storage, Sy made his way back to the motel. The men had already made themselves at home and were sharing a few beers on the plastic chairs that surrounded the empty pool.

“How can I help you, dear?” the woman behind the desk greeted him.

“I’d appreciate a room for the night, if ya have one. Just one bed’ll do.”

“Oh… I’m sorry, we’re full up. I assumed you were with all the other boys.”

“Well, ma’am, I am. I just hadn’t planned on stayin’ in town tonight so none of them saved a bed for me.”

The woman looked through the hand written registry again but Sy already knew the answer wouldn’t change from the empty peg board behind her.

“I wish I could help you out but a lovely young woman just checked out the last room. We normally have a four person per room policy but I’ll look the other way if you want to squeeze in with any of your fellow soldiers. The least I can do is make sure the men who serve our country get a roof over their heads when they are back home.”

Sy tipped his head in thanks and walked out of the little office. He pulled the cap down over his head though it didn’t do much to protect him from the light of the setting sun.

It looked like he was going to have to ask one of the boys for a favor. The question was, who did he want to bunk with for the night? On the flight over he’d heard them talking about hitting the bars tonight. Sleeping on the floor might land him in a splash zone if he didn’t choose wisely. He didn’t trust any of them to drink in moderation. Not after that last op.

Garrett had flatlined on the chopper while being transported. They somehow got him back but when they finally got him into surgery, it was already too late. Of the other two that were evac’d, one was expected to make a full recovery and the other would most likely walk with a limp for the rest of his life.

Then there was LT. He had a half dozen broken ribs, a concussion and a collapsed lung but he was also expected to make a full recovery. His injuries were mild all things considered and Sy had almost left him there to die.

“I thought you’d be halfway home by now,” a sweet voice spoke from behind him.

Sy was shocked when he turned to find Leah, who had apparently showered and changed into a pair of leggings and an oversized shirt she’d tied into a knot at her hip. Her hair was still damp but she’d left it loose around her shoulders to air dry. It was his first time seeing her out of uniform and her casual outfit might as well have been expensive lingerie if his dick’s reaction was any indication.

“Didn’t want to drive in the dark. Starting to regret it though. They’re full up so I either bum a spot on someone’s floor for the night or I call around until I find a place with a vacancy.”

Leah made a face like she understood how unappealing both of those options were.

“Well… I’ve got a king bed all to myself.”

Sy swallowed the lump forming in his throat. Was that an invitation or was she just stating a fact? Not that Leah was the kind of person to add salt to a wound but surely she wasn’t implying what he annoyingly hoped she was implying.

Leah pulled on an old USMC crew neck, causing her shirt to lift up and expose the skin of her stomach. The sweatshirt was well worn and the tip of the sleeves were frayed where she rolled them up. The state of the fabric made Sy believe that the shirt had most likely belonged to her father and he decided to forgive the insult of wearing something meant for a jarhead.

“I was going to pick up some snacks and juice from around the corner since I hadn’t planned on going out. I think there was a liquor store too.” Leah reached into the pocket on the side of her leggings and handed a small key ring to Sy. “How does pizza, beer and half a king bed sound?”

It sounded like perfect bliss and asking for trouble all wrapped into one.

Sy took the key, seeing a small number twenty etched into the plastic. He looked back at the motel, studying the numbers on the doors.

“It’s the room above the office. The stairs that lead to the door are on the side since it’s a separate structure from the rest of the rooms.”

That was good. If Sy was lucky, no one would notice that he was sharing Leah’s room.

And no one would hear her scream his name if he fucked her into the mattress.

Shit. Not a good train of thought if he wanted to make it through the night in the same bed as Leah. 

“I’ll order while you’re gone. Unless you want me to drive?”

She shook her head, her dark brown locks moving in the breeze.

“I need to stretch my legs after that flight. I’ll be back in forty-five, maybe an hour tops.”

With that, Leah was off. Sy hurried to his truck for his duffle then up the steps to the room. The first thing he needed was to clean the twenty-some-odd layers of dust and dirt off his body. After placing a quick order with a local pizzeria he found in the phonebook, he stripped out of his clothes and stepped into the shower.

The bathroom was still humid from when Leah had been in there earlier so he didn’t shut the door all the way. The fan was on but Sy was pretty sure it’s only function was to make noise.

Thirty minutes and half a tiny bar of soap later, Sy deemed himself as clean as he was going to get and switched off the now tepid water.

He was in the process of drying himself off when the hotel room door opened and shut with a slam. He hadn’t left it unlocked, he hadn’t left any door unlocked since he left his parents’ house at eighteen which meant Leah was back and she’d let herself in with a second key.

Scrambling to cover himself up, Sy realized he hadn’t taken his clean clothes out of his pack. He wrapped the towel around his waist but it was too short to stay put on its own, forcing him to hold the ends together. There was no way he could walk out like that. 

“Coleman?”

“Yeah, it’s just me.”

“Would ya mind bringin’ me my bag?”

At the same moment a knock sounded from the door.

“Fuck. That’ll be the food.”

Leah came into view through the crack in the door, setting Sy’s bag by the ground.

“It’s fine, I’ll get it.”

“No, you paid for drinks, I’ll get the food, just let me find my wallet.”

Another, more insistent, knock came from the door and Leah ran over to open it, exchanging a short greeting with the delivery man.

Sy crouched by his bag, pulling the door open another few inches as he rustled through the pockets. He was getting nowhere with one hand, eventually pinching the thin cotton of the towel in the crease of his hip to free up his left hand.

“Fuckin’ finally,” he grumbled when his hand wrapped around the worn leather of his bill fold. He pulled out three bills, holding them up for Leah to take.

Leah made a choked sound when she caught a glimpse of Sy’s body only shielded by a barely there towel. She snatched the money from his hands with a mumbled thanks before averting her eyes and running back to the door.

Sy dressed in thirty seconds flat, exiting the bathroom right as Leah opened a bottle of rum and poured a generous amount in one of those individually packaged plastic cups that were as small as the soap. She lifted the drink to her lips, downing the whole thing in one go before filling it again.

“What are we drinkin’?” he asked as he came to stand a little too close to Leah.

“Beer or rum.” She cleared her throat, putting some distance between them as she opened the pizza boxes. “What are we eating?”

“Meat or meat.”

He really hoped she didn’t have anything against pepperoni, sausage or bacon because he had gotten one deluxe and one four meat pizza. When ordering, he hadn’t considered that she might follow a specific diet when was home.

His worries were abated when Leah opened both boxes on the dresser, dexterously swapping half of the deluxe pizza for half of the all meat one before closing the box again and taking the other over to the bed. The room didn’t have a table or chairs so it was as good a spot as any to sit and eat.

Sy took over making Leah’s rum and coke, which she’d abandoned when Sy’s closeness had made her brain malfunction, then opened a bottle of beer for himself.

“So, where are you headed from here?” Sy asked, handing Leah her drink then taking a massive bite of the deluxe pizza. It looked like he barely chewed it before he went in for a second and third bite.

“I’m going to stay at our old house. My brother decided to move into an apartment after receiving his residency match to be closer to work so it’ll just be me, myself and I for the better part of the next two weeks.”

She tried to hide it, but Sy could tell she was disappointed. Who could blame her? Caleb was the only family she had left and she would get forty-eight hours with him after so long apart.

“What about you? You mentioned your siblings and your parents… is there an ol’ lady somewhere in that mix?”

Sy’s head snapped up, pausing halfway through chewing his bite. She wasn’t looking at him, instead keeping her eyes on the drink as she swirled the contents around her cup.

“What makes ya think I have a wife or even a girlfriend waitin’ back home?” His tone was harsher than he’d intended but he was a little offended by what she was insinuating.

She kept her eyes downcast as she shrugged. Her lips were pursed from the way she nervously chewed the inside of her cheek. Maybe it wasn’t so much an accusation as it was her way of tiptoeing into the subject.

“Hey…” Sy waited until Leah dared to look up before he continued. “I’m no saint,” he admitted, his voice soft, “but I ain’t a cheat. If I had someone waitin’, she’d be it for me.” Not everyone considered kissing cheating but his ever growing feelings would definitely constitute infidelity. Leah’s eyes flickered from left to right, studying his face as she considered his words before finally giving a little nod of acceptance.

There was a tense silence as she picked up another piece of pizza, leaving her crusts in the box. Had Aika been with them, he would have given them to her as a treat. He was surprised how much he found himself to be missing the pup.

He’d found a shelter that helped send strays overseas for them to be adopted. They’d been willing to look after Aika until they returned and he’d arranged for them to give her all the shots she needed to keep her safe and eventually allow her into the States. They’d asked if he wanted them to help get her home right away but he couldn’t imagine going back to a life on base without his four-legged shadow.

Watching from the corner of his eye as she ate, Sy went over the speech he’d been preparing in his head the whole flight home. He knew what he wanted to say but for some reason the words kept getting caught in his throat. They had expertly avoided the subject the last two months on base but it was time for him to suck it up and say what needed to be said.

“I never apologized.” Leah’s head tilted to the side as she looked at him. She was still working on a mouthful of food but the little motion was enough to convey what she was thinking.

“For kissin’ you,” Sy clarified. “It should never have happened. You were hurt and vulnerable then I went and put ya in a position where ya probably felt like ya couldn’t say ‘no’. I let my personal feelings get the best of me and I accept full responsibility for that. I’m really sorry.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, staring down at her drink.

Noticing her glass was empty, she moved off the bed to the improvised bar. She appreciated Sy’s apology. The circumstances under which he had acted were indeed quite poor, but at the same time, she understood what had pushed him to act—it was the same instinct that had pushed her to go after Niki, career be damned. It was terrifying to think that Sy felt so strongly about her, but it was even more terrifying that she desperately wanted him to.

She took her time fixing her drink, using the break in conversation to gather her courage.

On the bed, Sy was beginning to grow anxious. With her back turned, he couldn’t tell what was going through Leah’s head as the silence stretched on. He foolishly hoped she was gathering the courage to ask for a repeat but for all he knew, she could also be gathering the courage to ask him to leave.

It didn’t go unnoticed that maybe it also hadn’t been the best of plans to apologize when the two of them were stuck in a room with only one bed but it was already well overdue.

He also probably shouldn’t have agreed to share the room in the first place.

What had he been thinking? Even if his head knew to keep his hands to himself, the brain between his legs had a completely different idea of how to spend the next ten hours. He probably wouldn’t sleep a wink out of fear that he would drift off, roll over and grind his dick right into her ass.

He was just about ready to go spend the night in the bed of his truck when she spoke in a soft, unsure voice. He’d never heard her sound so meek.

“When you kissed me, there was a second there where I didn’t really understand what was happening. Everything was a little foggy, like I was in a dream.”

It no doubt felt like a dream because of the concussion. He hadn’t even considered how confused she must have been in addition to being tired, in pain and in a closed room with her superior who was suddenly getting handsy.

“But it wasn’t a dream," Leah finally said. “You were really there. Really holding me. Really kissing me.”

It was his turn to stand, coming to a halt a safe distance behind Leah. There was a small mirror on the wall which now allowed him to study her face in the reflection as she peeked up and did the same.

He’d replayed their kiss in his head so many times since that night. He’d begun to question whether he had only imagined those few blissful moments when Leah had kissed him back before she got spooked.

“A part of me was ecstatic,” feeling hopeful, Sy took a careful step forward and Leah turned to face him, “but another part of me was terrified.”

Shit. “Why?”

“Well, you’re my superior. I don’t need to explain why that’s a horrible idea.”

No, she didn’t. He’d thought about that every day since he’d first met the feisty young woman. But he had the feeling that was not the only factor. Sy took another step, making Leah’s breath hitch from the proximity. “And?”

Leah went back to chewing the inside of her cheek, looking away. Suddenly losing his nerve, Sy moved back, clearing the empty paper plates and pizza box from the bed. He wasn’t sure he could hear her reasons for not wanting him.

“It’s okay, ya don’t have to tell me. I’ll get outta here and let ya get some rest.”

He was disappointed, but what had he expected? That she would confess her undying love for him and that suddenly everything would be all fine and dandy?

Sy moved to his duffle, packing up the clothing items that had fallen onto the floor of the bathroom as he’d dug through it.

The sudden fear of watching Sy walk away was enough to convince Leah to speak.

“Please don’t go.”

Sy froze, surprised by her rushed plea. He slowly straightened, making his way back to Leah where she dropped onto the bed, hugging herself tightly. Sy longed to be the one to comfort her but he didn’t want to risk pushing her too far. Again.

“I really wanted to kiss you but then I started to worry that maybe you were expecting… more.”

That made Sy pause, crouching in front of Leah. “What exactly did ya think I was expectin’?”

“I— I don’t know.” She sniffled, shaking her head before wiping her cheek on the back of her hand. “It seemed like every time I got hurt I got a bedside visit from you and that night… You had this look in your eye like you thought you’d never see me again. You can’t blame me for thinking that there was something more than kissing on your mind.”

Just like that, Sy was back on base, reliving the most terrifying events of his life. Whenever he thought back to that night he’d been so focused on his stupidly impulsive decision to kiss a soldier under his command that he had almost forgotten about the op. Or maybe he’d just had a selective memory that preferred to remember the softness of her lips over the way she’d been so completely still when he found her unconscious.

“When I walked in and saw ya on that floor, I was convinced that I’d lost ya. I kept thinkin’ of all the things that I wished I’d said then, when ya woke up, I still couldn’t speak a single fuckin’ word so I— I didn’t think, I just acted.”

“Can you... tell me now?”

Sy swallowed the lump in his throat feeling his palms start to sweat. All the stress was coming right back but this time, he was determined to make it through. He took Leah’s hands in his.

“You’ve been on my mind since the first moment I saw ya. I liked that you didn’t take any shit from anyone. And since then… Fuck, I’ve just been falling hard. You make me feel understood in ways I've never experienced before. You make me feel like— Like I’m good enough.”

Leah looked down at their joined hands. “What if I can’t be enough? What if I can’t give you what you need?”

At first Sy thought she meant a relationship but when she unconsciously glanced down to the bed, Sy began to put the pieces together.

“Leah,” it was still foreign to use her first name, “does sex make ya uncomfortable?”

“Sometimes.” She tried to pull away but Sy didn’t let go. He caught her eye, giving her a look that clearly meant to cut the bullshit. “Okay, a lot of the time. Even if guys are willing to wait, they tend to expect sex at some point down the line and I can’t guarantee that I’ll ever be into it.”

“And ya think that’s a deal breaker for me?” He had to admit that, although he was used to going long periods of time on his own, he’d assumed sex would be on the table when he was home.

“Well, you are Captain ‘Pussy-is-on-the-food-pyramid’ Syverson.”

Sy winced, running a hand over his cropped hair. He hadn’t meant the question as an accusation but her defensiveness was understandable. 

“Yeah, okay, I can see where you’re coming from but it ain’t like that. There’s no fun in it if my girl don’t like it.”

Noticing she was still skeptical, Sy lifted the hem of his shirt. When Leah didn’t make a move to stop him, he guided her hand to his chest, holding it flat over his scar. “I learned the hard way that thinkin’ with my dick gets me nowhere good. I’ll give all that up in a heartbeat if it means I get a shot at somethin’ real.”

Leah traced the lines of his scar. She remembered it perfectly though she hadn’t dared ask about it when they’d been in his room on base.

“You think I’m something real?” she whispered.

Releasing her hand, Sy brushed Leah’s hair out of her face and kissed her temple.

“Yeah, I do.”

It was obvious that Leah was still scared of the possible repercussions. After all, she had every reason to be worried about the impact a relationship could have on her career. Leah was still young, she had a lot to learn about what she wanted in life and a lot to lose should anything go wrong. As much as Sy wanted to pull her to him and kiss her until she couldn’t think of anything else, Leah needed time to make a decision.

Looking at her more closely, Sy took in the dark circles under Leah’s eyes and the way her cheeks looked more sunken than ever before. She’d been a wreck after Niki and with good reason. The caveman in him felt better knowing that he’d fed her but she was still in desperate need of a good night’s rest.

He would have to put a pin in the conversation until they got back to base.

“What time’s your flight?”

“Eight.”

“Then you need to get some sleep.” Sy stood, pulling Leah up with him. She didn’t argue, simply grabbing her pack and heading into the bathroom. Meanwhile, Sy cleaned up the leftover pizza, managing to fit the box in the mini-fridge. He shut the curtains and switched off the main light, leaving only the bedside lamp on. After a moment of hesitation, he removed his shirt, keeping his shorts on, and climbed into bed.

Leah joined him a moment later, and to his surprise, she wrapped herself around him from behind. She’d changed into something sleeveless and the feeling of her bare arms over his skin nearly made him groan.

“You’re warm.”

“Na Sugar, your hands are just freezin’.” He intertwined their fingers together, happily sharing his body heat.

Leah smiled to herself at the easy way the endearment fell from his lips. Just for one night, she would let herself enjoy Sy’s company. For one night, she would pretend that he wasn’t her captain. For one night, she would pretend she wasn’t terrified he would eventually get sick of waiting for something that might never happen.

Sy woke the next morning to a shiver running down his spine. He sensed Leah’s absence immediately and he didn’t need to look around the room to know that she was gone.

Chapter 18

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[catierambles]

Summoned Ch.3

Pairing: Demon!Syverson x Bethany Stewart (OFC)

WC 1239

Warnings: Her boyfriend being an abusive dick. Minors DNI 18+ ONLY

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He was still holding her when she woke up, only he was under the covers with her instead of on top of them like he had been. His deep, even breaths fanned across the back of her neck, letting her know he was asleep and she laid there for a moment, enjoying his warmth before reality crashed in and she disentangled herself from him, getting out of bed.

"Doll?" He asked drowsily. She didn't answer, grabbing her phone, and just about fleeing her room. Darla was already gone, as evidenced by the fact that only one deadbolt was thrown on the front door instead of two. That meant she was alone with him. A demon. He said he couldn't hurt her, but he was a demon. Who knew if he was telling her the truth? She was making coffee when her phone rang and she stared at the screen momentarily before picking it up.

"H-hey." She said, mentally steeling herself for what was coming.

"You want to tell me why you called me at three in the fucking morning?"

"I'm sorry, I just--"

"What could have been so fucking important that you had to wake me up? You know it takes me a while to get back to sleep."

"David, I'm sorry, something happened last night and I just wanted to talk to you."

"And it couldn't have fucking waited? What the fuck is wrong with you, Bethany? It's like you exist to annoy me."

"I'm sorry." She could hear her voice getting thick and he gave a frustrated sigh.

"Here come the tears. For fucks sake. You know why this is why no one else will ever have you, right? You're too fucking emotional. You're lucky I'm as understanding as I am."

"Thank you."

"That's better." David said, "Now, the next time you get it into that dumbass head of yours to call me in the middle of the night. Don't. Got it?"

"Got it."

"Good girl." He said and her phone beeped at her when he hung up.

"You're hurtin' again, sugar." Syverson said, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her. "You want to tell me about it?" She shook her head.

"It's not--it's not your problem." Bethany said, "It's not the reason you're here."

"We don't know the reason I'm here." He pointed out, "It could be."

"No, it’s just something I have to deal with on my own."

"Okay, doll," He said and she felt him press a kiss to the back of her head. "But I'm here if you need me." He didn’t move away from her, keeping her enveloped in his arms with his cheek pressed to the side of her head. The warmth of his chest against her back was calming, soothing, and it stopped the tears and hiccupping breaths. “There, not hurtin’ anymore.”

“Thank you.” She said quietly.

“Glad I could be of service.” He said, “If the occasional cuddle is all you’re going to need from me, I’ll chalk this up as one of my better summonings.”

“This happen a lot to you?” She asked and felt him shrug.

“Been a few centuries since the last one.” He admitted, “Usually I get summoned to off someone, singular or multiple. Enemy troops mainly. Cause some chaos. Have some fun.”

“Because soldier.”

“Because soldier.” He echoed.

“And is ‘Syverson’ your given name?” She asked.

“No.” He said with a snort, “Was more than a few centuries back, was summoned by a soothsayer by the name of Syver. I looked like I could be his son, age-wise, so I went by Syversson until the contract was fulfilled.”

“And let me guess, the second S got dropped after a while, and now you’re just Syverson.” She said and felt him nod against the side of her head. “What’s your actual name?”

“Names have power, doll, especially a demon’s name.” Sy said, “But it’s not like you’d be able to understand it anyway. The demonic language can’t be comprehended by human minds, like the angelic language. You’d either hear nothing at all, or white noise.” She turned in his arms, looking up at him with her hands against his chest. He had gotten a t-shirt from who knows where and the fabric was soft under her palms.

“So what is it? If I wouldn’t be able to understand it, no harm in telling me, right?”

“I suppose not.” He conceded and told her, her brows knitting together slightly.

“Say that again.” She said and he cracked a smile.

“I told you you wouldn’t be able to understand it.”

“Just say it again.” She said and he did. “Bastron? Your name is Bastron?” His brows jumped at her in surprise.

“You heard it?”

“Clear as day, I just wanted to get the pronunciation down.” She said and he stared at her for a moment before letting out a small sound.

“Huh. How about that.” Sy said, “But for convenience, just call me Sy or Syverson. You can call me by my real name on very special occasions.”

“So how come I could understand it if no one else can?” Bethany asked and he shrugged.

“Chances are one of your ancestors made a pact with one of us, probably for the mojo runnin’ through your veins.” He said and she finally noticed that he had been holding her tight against him, their bodies flush from hip to knee, with his hands at her low back. She was suddenly very aware of the warmth of his chest through his shirt, the feel of his heart under her palm, and a spark lit in his eyes as he looked down at her. “Fuck, doll. Look at you.”

“Wh-what about me?”

“So pretty.” He said, reaching up to hold the side of her face, “Damn near angelic.”

“Sy, I--I have a boyfriend.”

“I know, and I gotta feelin’ he’s what’s been makin’ you hurt.” He said and she looked away from him, “How’s my aim?”

"It’s not that, he’s just--” Her phone going off cut off what she was about to say and she looked at it on the kitchen counter, seeing the name on the screen.

“Ignore it.” Sy said but she shook her head.

“I c-can’t, he’ll get angry if I do.” She picked it up and answered it, holding it to her ear. “H-Hey.”

“What the fuck took you so long to answer?” With how close he was to her, she knew he had heard it as his brows pulled together, his eyes darkening somewhat. “Nevermind, I’m on my way over.”

“W-why?”

“Excuse me?”

“I just mean, I have someone over.”

“Tell them to fuck off.”

“I c-can’t--”

“Excuse me?”

“They’re the brother of a friend from high school.” She said quickly, “He’s crashing with me until he finds a place of his own. I can’t tell him to leave.”

“He?” David asked, “He?”

“David, please, I--”

“I swear to god, Bethany, if you’re fucking him--”

“I’m not, I promise!”

“What did I say about interrupting me?” She flinched and it took everything in him not to rip the phone from her hand and hang up the call. “Now, I’m coming over, the door had better be unlocked.”

"Okay."

"Good girl." He hung up and she set the phone aside. Sy pulled her against his chest, her pain and fear like a knife going through him, mixing with his rage in a Molotov cocktail.

#henry cavill #captain syverson #summoned

[amournoir]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MOÍ

as my birthday month comes to an end, i wanna say a thank you to everyone for the birthday wishes & participation! all requests will still be answered, sorry it’s taking me a while, i’ve been stressed and in a funk (last minute ones are still welcomed until 11:59 tonight).

shoutout to my mutuals for being absolutely fantastic, lovely friends. i love you darlings 💋🤍

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[geralts-yenn]

Hey, enjoyed the Evan story very much 😍

When was the moment Evan realised he had feelings for reader? Can you say a little about his thoughts? 🥺

Okay! I am sooo flattered that I get so much feedback for Evan!

And I am really happy that you like him, too, because I fell in love with him.

And that's why I wrote a little bit about him this morning... (Not even 24h after I said I wouldn't write for him soon 🤣)

Evan's thoughts of what happens in "I need you now"

warnings: alcohol use - that's all

word count: 1,1k

Brothers and Beers

Pub conversations

As Evan entered the bar, he noticed his brother immediately. The wild curls and broad shoulders being unmistakable his. He patted him on his back, and the older one turned to greet Evan.

“Hey little brother, glad you could make it! I was a little worried after our call today. You sounded a little confused.”

Evan made an apologizing grimace as he slumped down on the chair next to Walter.

“Yeah, hi! I was just a little distracted. We got a new neighbor and I saw her struggling with all the boxes. I was just about to go out and offer my help to her when you called.”

“New neighbor, huh? I guess she’s cute if you wanted to lend a hand.”

Walter chuckled deeply, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. 

“You know, you could have just told me. I’m the last person to keep you away from a woman. If you ask me, it’s about time you get back in the saddle. I hope you went out and helped her after the call?”

“I wanted to, but she was already gone.”

As always, Walter could read the face of his younger brother without thinking twice. Evan seemed to really regret that he hadn’t met the new girl. That was good. He was alone for too long. 

“So, she’s really cute, huh? Next time, just ignore your old grumpy brother and go for the girl, jerk!”

Walter ruffled through the short hair of his brother before he raised his beer to his lips.

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“Long shift? You look like shit!”

Evan looked at Walter as he sat down next to him. He held out the beer that he already ordered for his brother.

“You know how it is… And the same goes for you today. You look like a train hit you, kiddo.”

“It was a long shift, yeah. And the last call somehow got me.”

“What happened? Fatalities?”

It was ridiculous, Evan thought. His brother was dealing with really awful shit daily, and yet he was here, whining because a girl he didn’t even know broke her arm. He felt stupid as Walter watched him expectantly. 

“Nah, just forget it. It wasn’t really serious. It was just,... remember I told you about the new neighbor a few days ago? I had her in my truck tonight. She got hit by another car.”

Walter glanced at his brother and Evan recognized honest concern in his look.

“She’s okay, just a broken arm and in shock. But I felt horrible seeing her like that. I’m just too much of a pussy for this job, I guess”

Walter sighed as he saw the shame on his brother's face. 

“Listen, it’s hard to see someone you care for like this. Don’t be too hard on you. I would be way more concerned if you didn’t care.”

Evan shut his eyes, nodding, and took a sip from his beer, thankful that he had Walter to share his thoughts.

“You know, you should go and see how she’s doing.”

Walter grinned and raised his eyebrow suggestively, making his little brother chuckle.

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“Okay, now that’s an unfamiliar look on your face. Don’t you know that the Marshalls don’t look happy, ever? What happened?”

Walter laughed as he watched Evan sit down. His brother was grinning from ear to ear and Walter enjoyed seeing him like this. It had been way too long.

“I took you at your word. After my shift, I went to see if the girl with the broken arm needed some help.”

“Looks like she did”

Walter shared one of his rare smiles with his brother.

“I went grocery shopping for her. And then I made her dinner.”

“Going the extra mile, I see”

Walter was positively entertained by the unfamiliar enthusiasm of his brother. He needed to see the girl who made Evan lose all hesitations. She must be a ten.

“I could convince her to sit down and read while I was working. She’s too cute when she’s lost in her book. And talking to her is so easy. It felt strangely domestic. In the best way.”

Evan’s eyes were shining as he talked about his evening and Walter was pleased to get to listen to him.

“Write her a good night text when you get home”

“I didn’t get her number.”

Walter sighed as he saw the joy in Evan’s face change into regret.

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“Okay, by the way you are grinning into your phone, I guess you got the number of your girl now?”

Walter put the two bottles of beer on the table and joined his brother. 

“I decided it couldn’t hurt to see if she’s hungry. And she let me make her dinner again. And yeah, this time I remembered to ask for her number.”

Evan put the phone in his pocket as he raised the beer to his brother.

“My choices concerning the food weren’t the best.”

He chuckled as he thought back at the mistake he had made.

“But I had a nice evening and I think she enjoyed it too.”

“So your second date went just as well as the first?”

“It wasn’t a date! I mean, maybe it felt like a date. But it’s not like I asked her. I should have asked her, right? If this is a date?”

Walter couldn’t hold back the smile forming on his face when he saw that teasing his little brother still worked.

“Relax, Evan. I’m sure she likes you, too. Else, you wouldn’t have her number now. Or at least she likes your cooking skills. Talking of, wrong choices?”

“Steak isn’t the best thing to serve someone whose arm is in a cast. But we managed. I helped her.”

Walter’s hand ran over his face, hiding both his amusement and disbelief. Evan’s reddened ears told him that his brother was mortified enough, so he bit down another taunting comment.

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Walter glanced at his watch before he took another sip of his coffee.

It wasn’t characteristic for Evan to be that late. He sighed and signaled the waitress that he wanted to pay. He should end his lunch break and get back to work. But first he’d check if Evan was okay.

He had just taken out the phone from his pocket when the message arrived:

Hey, sorry Walt. I got a little side tracked. Won’t make it to lunch break today. See you tomorrow night after shift? Got some things to tell you.

Walter smiled at his phone screen before he started to type.

Tell her I said hello. And I want to meet her. Want to see the woman who made my little brother forget everything, even lunch. 

#yenn answers #evan marshall #nonnie love #drabble

[cavillanche]

Choose between clean shaven or stubble

I’ll take either, but I LOVE clean shaven Henry!

I mean, look at his face!

Just a teeny bit of stubble in that last one. Ugh.

#answered #Henry Cavill #make me choose #geralts yenn

[deandoesthingstome]

I want you to talk about your fics…

Please tell me:

Which fic of yours do you think deserves more attention?

Nina, we've come to the end of the road. Question #4. Thank you again for sending all these gems to keep me thinking about my writing and for your patience while I worked through them.

It's been fun!

I've answered a question similar to this before, and iirc at the time, I picked one with low notes. And maybe even from my SPN days.

I'm sticking to HC for these questions and as I look through stats, one thing I notice is the engagement on series falls off after a while, regardless of how consistent a posting schedule might have been.

So while the notes on the masterlist for Walk With Me may feel high (which is a relative term anyway; some writers get hundreds or even thousands of notes in no time, while others feel fortunate for dozens over weeks or months), and the feeback I did receive was phenomenal, I've always felt like that series didn't get the readership I was hoping for. And the final chapter stats were...disappointing. Maybe a ton more people read it but didn't like it so, not only no comment feedback, low hearts as well. Who knows?

Maybe too dark? Not enough Frankie and Sy? Didn't go the way someone hoped? Was I too cat and mouse? Did I try to be too clever with it all? IDK. Could just be the waning fandom and current Tumblr culture in general. But there it is.

I hope this doesn't come off as ungrateful, because I sincerely appreciate every one who read and liked the series. And I adore anyone who reblogged. And I'd defend to the death anyone who sent me feedback in any form. And this goes for all my stories.

Cheers, Nina! Hope you have a great weekend full of inspiration and time and words.

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HONOUR AND GLORY CHAPTER TWO

Continuation of Chapter One .......

Title: Honour and Glory

1553 Westminster Palace London England

Warning: Sexual content I.e fingering

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Charles sat upon the four posted bed grimly, Amelia turned about herself and looked at him, " Charles! What is it"? She asks with a gentle smile, " oh it is nothing though I do hear for the life of the lady Mary though, her mother they say the late princess Dowager was poisoned by the Witch that is why I fear for her"! Charles confided in Amelia, " Heaven forbid if The Queen does she'll surely be put away"!, Amelia was a catholic and she had her faith just as the lady Mary had hers, " I shall pray for the poor lady Mary and pray God that the Queen gives his majesty a son"! Charles breathed a heavy sigh, " Come my dear! Let me show you the woods round here it's not far from the Palace we'll be in no way of his majesty i promise you"! So she formerly changed into her green velvet riding habit and off the pair went.

True, to his word Charles kept well away from the King's royal parkland and toom her toward his own In Suffolk. " oh my! Look at it,"! Amelia exclaimed, Charles saw her face light up it was radiant.

(Lady Amelia Somerset)

Eversince Amelia arrived she had lost anxious to meet Queen Katherine the now deceased Queen of England. Charles was determined to do his duty right and protect her, yet he had been harbouring feelings for her that perhaps he could not fathom not yet anyway, he was merely there as her protector.

" I had so longed to meet the deceased princess Dowager"! Amelia confessed, " now perhaps that's out of reach! Perhaps the King will allow you meet Lady Mary she is the true princess"! Amelia had not heard him talk of his deceased wife Lady Margaret whom was Amelia's Cousin, " Your Grace you haven't told me of your wife Lady Margaret"! Amelia points out with a genuine smile. They rode the park at a steady pace, " we married in secret you know I and Margaret the King banished me and her from Court"! Amelia couldn't believe what she was hearing, " I see so you married her and his majesty found out and all but threw out of favour"! Amelia guessed, " Yes that's it"!.

Amelia was ampolished rider, experienced with a bow too, " Let us speak of other matters! What about Miss Brooke what'll happen to her"? Amelia asked, Charles smiled " shes to marry my son the Earl of Lincoln and God son of his majesty Edward"! Amelia kept silent on the matter, " I myself had not thought to marry at first I had no wish to"! Amelia confessed to Charles, " And now my lady ... do you still have the same opinion"? He queried, " Charles Brandon! How dare you suggest a thing"? She mockingly scolded him, " what I merely asked if you were of a mind to change that was all"! Amelia was not fazed by his questioning, " did you Indeed! Well that was very underhand for you your Grace wasn't it"? Lady Amelia sassed. Charles and her were comfortable in each others presence, " Had you not thought of asking the King to find Miss Brooke a husband"? Amelia asked, with a sensitive smile, Charles smiled back at her " No I prefer to do it my way .... she is my ward"! Came the Dukes answer. Lady Amelia made no reply.

" Come Your Grace! Let us race! See whom gets the farthest on a horse you .... or me"? She winked, Charles laughed heartily at her, " Very well my Lady! Please be careful I don't wish for his majesty to have my head on the block"! He chanted after her as she took off.

Charles spurred his horse towards taking of after the Lady in front of him, he could hear ripples of laughter as she went harder and faster to give him more room to catch her.

When he finally caught up with her, he laughed " You are a better than I took you before you'd trump his majesty"! Charles offered, " no his majesty do as he pleases with or without Mistress Boleyn"! Charles wished he could banish her from Court himself since they would do nothing could for his majesty or The kingdom. As for Mistress Seymour now she was a beauty, a beauty so benine that even his majesty was tempted but given his promise to Mistress Boleyn he would not throw her over.

" Come! We will be expected back at Court, the Duke seemed happier when he was in at Court protecting Lady Somerset than perhaps on his estates in Suffolk. " Your Grace! You are no fun at all oh dear perhaps your horse needs to stay here the night and you with it"! She smirked at him, " my horse is perfectly well I thankyou my lady for that remark"! As they rode out the royal park His majesty caught up with the pair of them laughing.

" Your Grace"! His majesty bellows, with mistress Boleyn on the back of his horse, she thought herself superior to those about her though she was herself from low stock, " Your Majesty! Mistress boleyn"! Charles greets them both, though he would rather not her. It was the Lady Mary former Princess Mary that Charles had felt for her mothers marriage had been rejected in favour if the trollope Mistress Boleyn whom served The Dowger Princess of Wales and former Queen of England Queen Katherine, she was a wise and noble woman but whatever Mistress boleyn may have believed it was nothing to what love the King bore for The Princess Dowager when they first married now that's lost and poor Lady Mary has to suffer the torment of Mistress Boleyn and her family.

The King did not pay any attention to Lady Mary, Mistress Boleyn named her as a " bastard", both Lady Somerset and Charles felt the sting that must have caused the Lady Mary.

" Charles, My Lady.... lead us on"! Instructed his majesty, Mistress Boleyn was staring daggers at Lady Somerset shr had to get rid of her but how when the King was so proud of her, there was no spirt that she was not good at, she was equal to that of any man within Court.

" His Majesty The King"! Announced the herald.

His majesty strode across the floor with intent, his Grace The Duke of Norfolk was stood there with the ladies father and brother. How they relished it.

" God forgive me lady Somerset! But I hate that family if anything happens to you because of them I'll have slung in the Tower myself"! Charles declared.

" Charles you cannot"! Lady somerset chiested him.

Lady Anne boleyn looked on at Lady Somerset with the Scowl on her face Amelia felt hurt that her cousin had chosen to day anything to his bride to be. That evening at Supper, it was Charles whom seemed a little downcast for he had not seen Lady Somerset since the haunt with the King this morning worried he excused himself from the feast and went seek out Lady Amelia.

" Lady Amelia"! He called through the passage ways of the palace, he even passed Sir Thomas Wyatt, the poet asking him " Sir Thomas! Have you seen Lady Somerset this evening"? Charles asked hurriedly, Sir Thomas shook his head " No Your Grace I have not I will keep an eye though"!, " I Thankyou for Sir Thomas"! Charles responded graciously, the poet bowed and made his way nsvk toward his own chambers.

Whilst everyone was at the supper Charles was desperate to find Lady Amelia his heart beat thickly in his chest he had a cold chill down his spine. Suddenly he heard a shrill scream coming from outside he went running towards calling gaurds as he ran past them each one drew their swords readying themselves for a fight.

When he got there he saw Lady Somerset in a state of shock shaking like a leaf, a man she hardly knew came upon her and started to undress her saying that he could claim her. " Go see to him I will escort Lady Somerset back inside"! Charles wrapped his coat about her and leaf her back into the Palace where it was safe as they walked though the passage ways The King came upon them, " Your Grace! What's happened"? Henry asked with a serious face, " she was nearly attacked by a hooded man in the gardens! The gaurds have gone after him"!, Lady Anne boleyn stood back a little distancing herself from the King, Charles knew she had something to do with this but he would say anything to the King since he knew how much he (the King) loved her he was willing to break the Church for her. " that bitch "! Thought Charles angrily as he escorted Lady Amelia Somerset back to her rooms where he prayed to god she'd be safe.

If The Dowger Princess wasn't safe then well Lady Amelia wasn't, " what'll I do"? Thought Charles again, he racked his brains trying to think of something.

Charles took lady Amelia back to her apartment, " Dearest! Are you quite sure you're okay"? Charles asked as he wrapped his arms about her waist and settled his head upon her shoulder. " do not worry for me Charles I'm strong enough I can protect myself"! Amelia repiled, " yes but I hate the thought of you getting harmed because of her that bitch"! Charles confessed bitterly. " Charles! You mustn't say such things about Mistress Boleyn she is to be His majesty's wife The Queen, Charles huffed out scoffing " that boleyn woman isn't the Queen! She can never be Queen none will ever live up to the stand of the now princess Dowager"! He confessed. Charles Brandon was k own for his womanising ways about Court and Lady Amelia had completely rejected the idea of him cheating upon her yet.

" Something is alling you darling! What is it"? Charles asked, Lady Amelia turned to face her beloved Charles and asked " yes my love! Something alies me its the thought of you ..... cheating on me throwing me over for another young woman now who is richer than I who is priettier than I"!

Charles let out a gentle sigh, " Oh my love! I would never leave you you must j ow that my Lady! Had I done so .... frankly his majesty would have my head"! Charles nuzzled his nose into her neck the warmth of him was radiating from him into her back. Something begun to shift within her core between the legs she felt the wetness between them, " Sweetheart let me make you mine let me show you"! Charles begged. Picking her up in his strong arms he carried her to the bed, she squealed " Charles! What are you doing"?, " Hush belle! He placed his soft lips to hers, before his hands closed about her ankles, hauntingly travelling up her carves feeling the flames left scorching behind, they travelled even farther still as came to stop cupping her bum, " Charles we can't"! Amelia protested, the softness if his touch hauntingly ran over her thighs to the inside, taking the material with him, as he continued to caress her with it, " Don't move belle"! Charles instructed as his eyes seemed hers, she felt his fingers cross the inside of her thigh, he gently placed a kiss upon the tender flesh of her thigh, the dampness of her core could not withhold its desire to have him.

" Charles please I beg you"! She moaned as she held her own weight, " patience my belle paitence"! Charles whispered his hand travelled over her pubic bone moving the material that was there to cover her modesty, Amelia believed in keeping her virtue though that did not matter now. Charles looked up and hovered over her taking her lips again, " Stay still darling ... don't move"! He gently instructed Amelia nodded as she silently bit her lip, Charles pushed his finger inside of her feeling the tightness he soon knew that she was still a maiden woman, his finger begun to rub her cilt in soft circles she whimpered at the sensation it was giving her, " Charles oh charles please don't stop"! He heard her beg for more.

He could hardly deny her, her feelings for him were strong now as they had ever been he was right there with her, she begged and begged him without a word he inserted another finger into her already moisted silt, her cheeks were red her eyes were closed, charles felt his own strength growing and growing harder and harder still for her, there was it was a burning pit of fire in the pit of her lower stomach she wanted him, the heart of her core only made him push on farther. " My Darling! Open your eyes for me"! She slowly obeyed him, she lifted her head to look at him, his eyes were beautiful just as hers were he hovered over her for a second kissing her with nothing but complete abandon. " Charles I'm so close"! She told him as she felt her hips bucking against his strong fingers safely tucked inside weathering the raging the storm within her, " not before I've kissed you my Lady"! Charles tinged his fingers upwards over and over again, " Cum for me darling cum for me Christ you're so wet"! Charles smirked as he kissed her neck continuing the journey south. " C.h.a.r.l.e.s"! She uttered as she came on his fingers.

Charles licked the taste of her from his fingers, " You taste devine my dear"! He wickedly smirked, Amelia had never had any carnal appetite for men she never had any interest in it ....... until now. " Oh Charles"! She laughed at him, feeling feral he wanted her the lost still within him, " Now my dear! You are mine"! Charles wickedly smirked at her, body was shivering from the orgasm that Charles had just caused her to have.

" What'll you do now your grace"? Amelia asked as she lay partly naked from their afternoon's session. " I must wash then I shall tend his majesty! God forgive me if I see her"! Amelia gave him a scornful look " Charles please play nice .... for my sake"! She smiled.

The seasons were changing as the seasons change, the Court goes on progress, The King stays with friends.

" I shall ask his majesty if you might come stating with me in my estate in Suffolk"! Charles smiled as he lay beside Amelia.

" I'm to stay with you! .... but what about Mistress Brooke won't she mind"? Amelia asked with a weary smile.

Charles nuzzled her nose with his " No my dear! She is my Ward that is all she will not be there forever"!

" Because shes to marry Edward .... your son"! Amelia finished off his sentence. His first wife the dowager Queen of Portugal Princess Margaret His majesty's youngest sister.

" Yes my angel ... now (Charles kissing Amelia's head) go to sleep I shall back in a short while"! Charles smiled as he left her apartments.

Charles stalked the corridors of the palace, the King was busy with matters of religion and his well ... concience, of course when he started the process which lead to The Princess Dowager's demise Henry did it all for Mistress Boleyn and still they weren't even married or crowned Queen yet.

" Your Majesty.... His Grace The Duke of Suffolk"! Announced his groom.

" Charles! How is the Lady Amelia"? Henry asked him.

" She is well your majesty! In fact I've come to ask you a very grave favour as shes ..... your cousin Henry's head lowered in suspicion " Yes Charles what have you done"? Charles coughed " your majesty I wondered if you would allow me to have the Lady Amelia Somerset stay with me in Suffolk while your Majesty is on progress with Mistress Boleyn"! Charles asked fearful that The King may imprison him in the tower.

" Of course not Charles ... if that's what you should wish"! Henry smiled clapping him on the shoulder.

" Keep her safe Charles"! Henry warned him.

" Yes your majesty! Charles thanked him bowed then left"!

Just as The Kings groin entered " Your Majesty Lady Anne Boleyn begs audience"! Charles's turned on his heel and hastened toward Amelia's apartments.

When he entered her apartments he found her sleeping soundly in bed, a strand of her long hair lying across her face. He undid his doublet and took of his nobleman's shirt folding it and placing it on the chair at her side of the bed, he walked the other side and climbed in pulling her against his chest.

Amelia immediately settled her head on his chest, he watched her face as she lay in his arms, he remembered how he and his first wife Lady Margaret like this when he was away from the intrigue of Court away from her.

He so wishes to give the Lady Amelia peace of mind nevermind peace within herself, he was desperate to take her to Westhrope Hall in Suffolk, the woods beyond his estate had a stream in it and sometimes you could see the fish in it.

Court wasn't like the country where there was so many idle pursuits and yet nothing extraordinarily exciting either.

The next time the pair awoke, it was almost ready to Sup with the King again.

" Charles My love! .... we should be changing to sup with his majesty"! Amelia told him as he slowly woke from his sleep.

" I think not... not tonight my good honourable lady! I shall feast on you"! Charles teased her with a naughty glint in his eye.

Amelia kissed him then flung back the covers to go and ready herself to Supper with his Majesty.

" Come on Charles"! Amelia nagged.

She grabbed the pillow and boof whacked it against his face.

" Ouch"! Charles growled.

" Well get up"! Amelia told him.

" Yes my dearest ..... and for that unreasonable attack I shall have to punish you"! Charles declared.

" Punish me? How would you do that"? She sassed at him with her hands on her hips.

" Come here my Lady"! Charles laughed as he chased her about the apartment.

" Charles get off me"! She laughed.

Charles threw her on the bed, then hoisted her skirts up until they met her hips. " I'm not going to hurt my love"! Charles told her as he lined the head of his manhood with her slick opening. She grimaces once more as he pushed himself inside her.

Thrust after thrust it was hard and raw.

It did take long Amelia came within seconds spent from beforehand she was raw from the last time he had entered her.

" There my love! I promised I wouldn't hurt you and I haven't"! Charles smiled.

The end.

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Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

thank u @sedailanderekaden for taggin me and lettin me know u better! 🫶🏻

also i love such games! 💌

Three ships: ahhh i far from shippin rn, but i still in love with Geralt/Yenn (The Witcher), Nadya/Guzman (Elite) and Rachel/Chloe (Life is Strange).

Last song: Enrique Iglesias – Duele El Corazon. 🔥 it’s all cause of my old ass finally got to watch Elite firstly and i fell in love in Spanish language more then ever before (Enrique was my crush since i was 9 y.o., ok)

Last movie: The Devil wears Prada. i love movies of 00’s especially, all these vibes and Ann Hathaway is a brilliant, love her. also i love fashion and ok this is one of my fav movies hahah

Currently reading: a week ago i stopped reading Walter Schellenberg's memoirs cause i really love history, but at the moment i don’t read anything. it’s too much energy is spent on life worries. 💔

Currently watching: Elite, The Consultant (2023) and Mongrels xDD

Currently consuming: iced coffeee :) i may not to change current answer from my dear friend hahah

Currently craving: spend more time with my family, my parents, my husband and my pets. i really feel an urgent need for this. although i love my friends very much and can rightfully call myself a sympathetic friend, at the moment my whole focus is on my family. only they know what's really happening to me and what i’m going through.

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