#Geralt of rivia x black!female oc

[cardierreh15]

Knight in Shining Leather

I do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warning 18+: Violence , Cursing , Attempted SA , Blood , Gore .

Pairing: Geralt Of Rivia(modern) x Nessa (Black!Plus Size Female)

Description: Geralt being a knight in shining armor.

Word Count: 2.2K

One shot

It was a beautiful autumn night. The night’s air smelled of cinnamon and pumpkin. With it being just cool enough for her to wear a cardigan over her shoulders. Pretty soon, she would get too warm to even rock it.

It was roughly 9:45pm and she had come from a night out with the girls. Her best friend insisted that she drive her home since she stayed so close by. But Nessa was too hardheaded to let her do that. Besides, the walk wasn’t even 20 minutes away.

But a lot can happen in 20 minutes can it?

Her thick heeled boots clicked loudly on the asphalt, echoing throughout the street and bouncing off of the other buildings. She lived in a small town, so it was no surprise that almost everyone was in the house by now.

Nessa had her hands tucked in her pockets, at this point walking absentmindedly. She didn’t even realize there were two men walking about a few yards behind her. She didn’t think much of it, perhaps they were trying to make it to their destination too.

But their footsteps grew a little impatient.

This caused her to take further strides; holding her purse tightly in her arm as she tried to sneak her hand into it to retrieve her pepper spray.

‘Get her!’ One of the males exclaimed.

A panicked gasp escaped her lips as she did her best to take off but they were close enough to snatch her up by her cardigan. ‘HELP!’ She exclaimed before a man placed his large hand over her mouth and held a butterfly blade against her face. ‘Shhhh, shhh. Now, just be a good girl.’ He whispered against her ear.

She then bit down into his fingers and stepped on his foot. The criminal yelped out in agonizing pain.

‘Fuck you!’ She exclaimed before she was instantly grabbed by another male.

‘Get the bitch into the alley!’

‘No! No! Stop!’ Nessa begged and pleaded as she tried her best to fight back. But they weren’t having it.

They slammed her against the wall and she whimpered out in pain. ‘Urgh!’ She fell to her hands and knees. ‘Please— take whatever I have… it’s all material— I don’t want it! Please.’ She insisted, sobbing as she held her chest.

The bald headed guy began to dump out all of the contents in her purse and searched through it. ‘Awww, the bitch ain’t got nothin’. Lipstick, tampons, some other make up, — a wallet…’ he then looked at her name and then started going through her wallet where he snatched out $500. ‘I found a jackpot…’ then he walked over to the the ginger haired gentleman who towered above her.

‘How much ya find?’

‘$500. And It’s a Chanel wallet, taking that too.’ The male chuckled.

Nessa was on her knees before them as if she were praying to her God. Her hands shook as if her bones were chilling in the Arctic.

‘Nice,’ the ginger chuckled as the bald guy passed him some cash. ‘Now, the question is… what do we do with you?’

‘Hmmm. She’s pretty cute. She’s thicker than the rest of em. And you know I looove when they fight.’ He said as he shoved the wallet and the cash in his back pocket.

She instantly knew what baldy meant, and it caused her to panic a bit more. Until suddenly, the ginger just happened to step out of the way, and the bright LED street light caused a thick shard of glass to glisten in her eye.

Carefully leaning down as the two men bickered about who were going to have their turn with her first, she then grabbed the glass in her hand and waited.

The ginger sighed and rolled his eyes, ‘whatever. Fuck it. I’ll hold her still.’ He then squat down before her, ‘Alright sweet heart, you’re gonna—‘

Nessa instantly swiped the glass upward, aiming to stab him beneath his chin but instead, slicing his cheek.

‘AUGH!’ He practically jumped back; feeling the stinging pain at his cheek. Ginger grabbed the gasp and looked at the bright red blood in his palm. ‘You fucking bitch!’

His partner instantly brought her up to her feet, disarmed her and slapped her across her face so hard, he split the inside of her cheek.

She fell to the ground, her mind spinning as if she had swallowed a whole bottle of tequila. She could only hear the sound of their voices. They were so loud in her ears.

‘Kill that bitch! Kill her!’

She didn’t even know who was saying, all she knew was that she was pretty sure she was going to die in this filthy ass alley. And it would probably take her loved ones days to find her knowing these fools.

The ginger some how had the strength to pull her up to her feet. ‘You fucking— BITCH!’ And he kneed her in the stomach before she fell back down to the ground again. He kicked her, several times in the ribs.

Nessa whimpered out, choking on the air that was fighting so hard to come into her lungs. She lifted her hand up, in a “I surrender” kind of way, ‘please. Stop.’ She was too weak to scream for hell at this point.

‘Stop? Haha… oh wait til we’re done with you… get her up.’ Ginger said to Baldy.

Suddenly, everything felt like it was moving much slower than she was. Between the two antagonists, was a pair of bright golden eyes that reflected in the shadows. She thought she was hallucinating so she just laid there, accepting her fate that was to come.

When Baldy lifted her up to her feet, her head rest back against the brick wall. ‘Come on… make it quick.’ She breathed out tiredly.

Ginger chuckled and then Baldy chimed in. ‘Suit yourself.’

Suddenly, a bright flash whipped through the air like something out of a supernatural movie.

Nessa felt Baldy’s grip on her grow weaker and she noticed a thin line across his neck. A dribble of blood came leaking from his lips and his nose. She then noticed the sunken glare in his eyes.

His neck became a waterfall of his blood and a millisecond later, his head fell to wet the concrete and his body followed.

Nessa felt her stomach turn at the sight. She stumbled backwards in fear; immediately covering her lips to hold back the throw up that tried to fight its way out.

Ginger let out a scream as he saw his buddy’s head roll at his feet.

She felt too damn sick and scared to move really. Also, she couldn’t get over — how could someone be that talented with a blade that:

A.) No blood had spilled on her.

And

B.) None of them were able to see or hear him coming.

Ginger instantly pulled his gun out and walked over towards Nessa. ‘Whose there!? Come out!’ He snatched her up and pointed the gun at her head. ‘Come out! Or I swear to God, I will blow this bitch’s brains out!’

‘Please—‘ she started as she held her hands up.

‘SHUT UP!’ Ginger yelled as he looked all around. ‘Alright,’ he then clicked off the safety, ‘I’ll give you to the count of 3… come out— with your hands up… and I won’t kill her…’

‘Why would you think they’d come out for me?! I-I don’t even know what’s going on!’ She said out as she wiped her bloodied nose.

‘Shut. The fuck. Up. I swear you’re making this so much easier!’ He said as he continued to look around, ‘ONE! …. TWO!….’ He pressed the barrel against the back of her skull.

On three, a white haired male stepped from out of the shadows; those damn golden eyes making an appearance before he did. He wore black leather, and held a huge sword in his right hand. He had a scowl on his face that could kill instantly.

Ginger’s mouth fell slightly as he watched the tall, unearthly being approach the both of them. He stepped back, ‘Y—you… it can’t be. B-BACK UP!’

He just kept walking towards them. The sound of metal clinked with each step.

Ginger had finally hit the wall and Nessa looked back at the both of them.

‘Y—you’re dead! Y-you’re suppose to be dead!’

‘Says who?’ The white haired male asked, ‘You?’ His head fell to the side. Then he looked behind him, noticing the women who still stood there. He then looked back towards Ginger, ‘Go ahead… shoot her.’

Nessa’s eyebrows tugged into one in confusion. She wanted to impose on this reunion but she was hurting too bad to talk.

Ginger’s bottom lip trembled as much as his wrist did when he held that gun.

‘Go ahead…’

Ginger swallowed his spit, glancing over at the beautiful woman. He just didn’t have the guts.

The white haired male let out a sigh, ‘I knew it,’ and stabbed Ginger in his abdomen with the shiny sword.

Ginger began to choke. Wheezing as if he’d punctured his lung.

Nessa let out a harsh gasp and covered her lips in shock.

‘You’re… a coward.’ He twisted the blade to open the gaping wound more, ‘You pray on the weak… women and children… you and your friend don’t deserve to breathe for another second.’

He then snatched out the sword from Ginger’s abdomen and the male fell forward.

Nessa just stood in her spot, watching the man who just tried to kill her moments before, choke on his own blood and eventually took his last breath as the rest of him seeped into the cracks and crannies of the destroyed asphalt.

She was too frightened to scream, to run but also… her body was riddled with pain. Anything extreme would’ve probably caused her to pass out. So instead she asked, ‘A-are you gonna kill me next?’

The being then pulled out a dark cloth and wiped his shiny sword off in one swipe, ‘If I wanted … you’d be dead already.’

Well that was quite evident. She took in a deep breath as she just watched him sheath his sword and bend down to go in Ginger’s pocket.

She peaked over, ‘… he-he said you were suppose to be dead… are you like someone important?’

He didn’t say anything, instead he retrieved her money from the corpse and then ventured to the next.

‘Could I at least— know your name?’ She asked as she began to pick up her purse and the rest of her belongings. ‘You did save me after all, I would like to know who you are… In case I don’t ever see you again.’

He smirked as he grabbed her wallet out of the headless corpse and looked at her ID. She had a glorious smile. A smile that could turn any rainy day into sunshine.

Vanessa Hodge, December 18th, 1997, Address…

He took a mental note of her address before slowly rising to his feet and walked over to her.

She looked from his hands to his chest, that donned a silver necklace with a wolf engraved in it. She wondered what that meant.

‘Here,’ His voice brought her out of her thinking trance, ‘Your things.’ He looked down at her as she rose to her feet and threw her purse over her shoulder.

‘Thank you.’ She said softly before wincing at the pain in her cheek.

He lifted her chin to examine her.

Nessa hissed at the sudden, searing pain.

‘They most certainly did a number on you…’ he said as he looked at her split eyebrow. ‘Come. Let’s get you fixed up.’

‘Alright… only— if you do me a tiny favor?’

‘Hmm.’ A mere stranger, asking him for favors? He wasn’t the type to be handing those out. Especially without pay.

Yeah, she had no idea who he was.

‘You tell me your name…’

Was that it? She wanted to know his name? She almost got taken advantage of, got her shit pushed in and almost got her brains blown out but — she wanted to know his name?

‘I-I think it’s fair… I’d like to know who my knight in … shiny leather is.’

It grew quiet once more before he rested his hand on the handle of his sword and lifted his head with a gentle smirk.

‘I mean I think it’s also fair because you’re still a complete stranger and—‘

‘For someone who is in a lot of pain, you sure do talk a lot.’ He said as he shifted his weight and folded his massive arms across his chest.

Nessa felt the heat rise to her neck, her cheeks and then her ears. She looked off to the side, trying to avoid eye contact for a moment.

God you’re gonna blow this.

‘My name is Geralt. Now, if that is all you request, we should leave now.’

She let out a gentle puff of air and quickly walked towards him, ‘Lead the way.’ She shrugged.

Geralt swiftly turned around and they headed in the direction Nessa was heading.

‘So, you’re gonna tell me what you do and why you walk around with those things?’ She asked; swiping her dainty manicured finger at his silver handle.

‘No.’ He mused

‘And— Please don’t touch the swords.’ He said, hearing the cling that she left behind with her touch.

‘Oh— sorry.’

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[atlasthegreatest]

- Atlas Masterlist - [Requests are open]

▪️Male reader

▫️Female reader

🔲 Gender neutral

🔳 Male/ Female Oc

Avatar: The Legend Of Korra:

Asami Sato:

🔳 - War of Hearts- I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, XI, X

Avatar Korra

Lin Beifong

Iron II

Suyin Beifong

Mako

Bolin

Opal

Senna

Kya

Kuvira

Percy Jackson:

Annabeth Chase

Percy Jackson

Jason Grace

Thalia Grace

Piper McLean

Leo Vasquez

Hazel Levesque

Nico DiAngelo

Sally Jackson

Silena Beauregard

Drew Tanaka

Harry Potter :

Hermione Granger

Harry Potter

Narcissa Black

Lily Evans

Bellatrix Black

Narcissa Black

Ginny Weasley

Fleur Delacour

Penny Haywood :

- Baby Problems

James Potter

Cassandra Vole:

▪️- Unexpected Surprises

Sirius Black

Scream:

Sidney Prescott :

- ▪️ Flight or Figth

Tara Carpenter

Gale Weathers

Sam Carpenter

Fairy Tail:

Erza Scarlet

Natsu Dragneel

Grey Fullbuster

Lucy Heartfilia :

Friends…? Friends.

Mirajane Strauss

Laxus Dreyar

Juvia Lockser

Irene Belserion

Attack On Titan:

Mikasa Ackerman:

-▫️ Fake It ‘Till You Break It - I

Eren Yeager

Historia Reiss

Annie Leonheart

Pieck Finger

Jean Kriestean

Sasha Broast

Hange Zoe

Marvel Universe:

Natasha Romanoff

Laura Kinney

Jean Grey

Emma Frost

Wanda Maximoff

Maria Hill

Cindy Moon:

▪️ The Bat, The Spider, and The Mutant

Gwen Stacy

Felicia Hardy

DC Universe:

Cassandra Cain:

▪️The Bat, The Spider, and The Mutant

Helena Bertinelli

Barbara Gordon

Dick Grayson

Poison Ivy

Kara Zor-El

Wonder Woman

Cassandra Sandsmark

The Vampire Diaries/ The Originals:

Caroline Forbes

Katherine Pierce

Rebekah Mikaelson

Hayley Marshal

Bonnie Bennett

Hope Mikaelson

Davina Clare

Freya Mikaelson

The Witcher:

Cirilla of Cintra

Geralt of Rivia

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Acotar:

Feyre Archeron

Nesta Archeron :

- 🔳 Three is a crowd (Nesta x Male oc x Cassian)

Morrigan

Elain Archeron

Throne of Glass:

Aelin Galathynius :

- 🔳 In Each Others Arms

Rowan Whitethorne

Manon Blackbeack

Elide Lorchan

Manhwa Girlies:

Navier Trovi :

- 🔳 Honor me of this dance

Penelope Eckart

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[myers-meadow]

Meadow's Masterlist

My list of works is growing and growing, so here is a masterlist. Last updated on 18-04-2023. All my writing, even the shorter pieces that don't go onto AO3, are reblogged over at @myers-meadow-archive for ease of keeping track and archival purposes.

The links are in order of fandom, the newest writings are at the top.

Reblogging my writing is very much appreciated, but reposting it, on any site, is plagiarism.

My AO3

Otis B. Driftwood

A muse for him and him alone (heed warnings, multichap)

Gn reader: Knocking on a stranger's door (sfw, alternate beginning to Sweet thing)

Fem reader: Sweet thing/forgotten hot cocoa (mild smut, oneshot)

New Year's (drabble, sfw)

Gn reader: Late Night Visit (to the Firefly House), (sfw, oneshot).

Dating headcanons

Slow burn Otis Driftwood x OC in an AU shared with @immortal-velociraptor and @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better. Chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five, chapter 6.1, chapter 6.2.

Moon Boys/Arthur Harrow

Moon boys and Arthur Harrow x OCs: Chapter one.

The Grabber

Eggs for breakfast (request)

The Grabber x Max's girlfriend: The rhythm of life (heed warnings, one-shot).

Punishment (18 +, heed warnings, drabble)

Birthday headcanons

Male reader headcanons (request, sfw)

Request masochist reader (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Helpful people get rewarded (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Request for apprentice reader (sfw)

Sinclair brothers

Bo Sinclair x reader: Planetarium. (angst, comfort, sfw, oneshot)

Multi-chapter fic Vincent x OC x Bo/Poly Sinclairs. The Ambrose Summer Vacation. Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. (ongoing, 18 +)

Vincent Sinclair x gn reader: art and comfort request.

Bo Sinclair x fem OC: Sweet treat. (18 +, oneshot)

Ambrose Boba Tea Shop AU Vincent/Mango boba; Lester/Black milk tea

Vincent x you/female reader x Bo Drabble

Michael Myers

Feeding him by accident (sfw, oneshot)

Sunday roast (sfw, oneshot)

With s/o who likes being picked up (request, headcanons)

RZ Michael Myers x female therapist: New urge (heed warnings, oneshot, 18 +)

Wrapped with a ribbon (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Through lace curtains. (18 +, drabble)

Valentine's Day in Smiths Grove (sfw, oneshot)

Care for me, 18 +, heed the warnings for each chapter. part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5 (final)

Stargazing (fluff, sfw, oneshot)

Untitled fluff (sfw, oneshot)

Shapes on his skin (fluff, sfw, oneshot)

Floral and fading (smut, oneshot)

Priest! Michael Myers (RZ) 18 + heed warnings

Thomas Hewitt

Letter by letter (sfw, oneshot)

Musings of Luda Mae (Sfw)

Kiss your boyfriend (dark, oneshot)

Safe with him (dark, spiritual sequel to Kiss Your Boyfriend, drabble)

Other horror characters/Multiple fandoms

Valak x reader, Ed Warren x reader: Serpent Tongue (dark, 18 + heed warnings, oneshot)

Jason Voorhees x reader: A Strawberry Summer (fluff, sfw, oneshot).

Slashers and their favourite flowers headcannon list

Notes from your slasher S/O

Other fandoms

Gaunter O'Dimm from The Witcher 3 - multichapter (completed), oneshots

Nuada Silverlance from Hellboy 2 - multichapter (completed)

King Radovid and Geralt of Rivia oneshots

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics

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[unprofessional-bard]

MASTERLIST.

Last Updated: 12/12/2022

Losing My Religion Series Last Updated: 16/08/2021

NOT TAKING REQUESTS AT THE MOMENT!

Here's a guide to what I write, please read before requesting!

F! = Female  ||  M! = Male

(Character) x (Character) = Romantic pairing

(Character) & (Chatacter) = Platonic pairing

(Character) x Reader = Gender netural fic/for readers of all gender identities. All of my fics are gender netural unless specified otherwise!

(Character) x Reader/OC = Fic involving reader with OC characteristics.

(Fic Name)** = Fic involving smut/+18/NSFW content.

REQUESTS

• Can I make a fic/headcanon/etc. request?

Not anymore, I'm afraid! I've 7 and a half out of 16 requests done. When I finish them, perhaps I'll open them again!

I WRITE:

• What I like/what I have the most inspiration for at the time.

• (F!Character) x (F!Reader) pairings or (F!Character) fics as well, but no promises about (M!Reader), I'm sorry!

• Fluff, angst, smut, blood/gore... I mostly can write about anything. I like to write my fics realistically and pay attention to the story, but I always put detailed warnings on my fics!

I DON'T WRITE (TW!!):

• P*dophilia. Anything that involves an adult character/reader with an underage (child) character/reader unless it's platonic/parental. If I happen to write characters with age gaps, I'll keep it between adult characters – a five year age gap between 30 & 35 is not the same with 15 & 20.

• Incest. I don't know what the absolute fuck goes on in some of y'alls minds but just, fuck off. Disgusting.

Thank you for reading and understanding, my last wish is to offend any of you, so please please please let me know if I've made an error/if the things I say don't match with what I write!!

• R*pe. Reminder that non-consensual sex is just a polite word for rape. I will never ever write a scenario in any of my fics that includes rape.

VIDEO GAMES.

I. THE LAST OF US

Joel Miller

Losing My Religion Series (x F!Reader/OC): Masterlist to the series is linked to the title.

Don't Push It, Pt. 1 (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

Dont Push It, Pt. 2** (x F!Reader)

Sex headcanons** (meme)

Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanons (meme)

Romantic headcanons (meme)

Family headcanons (meme)

Kinktober Day 15** (x Reader)

Ellie

Romantic headcanons (meme)

Old age + Sleeping headcanons (meme)

Tommy Miller

Family headcanon (meme)

More works coming soon!

II. ASSASSIN'S CREED

Jacob Frye

Out of Touch (x Reader)

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

Hello Stranger (x Reader)

Haytham Kenway

Simple Twist of Fate** (x F!Reader)

Ezio Auditore

A Small Surprise (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

III. RED DEAD REDEMPTION

Arthur Morgan

Bedroom/house/living quarters + Sex headcanons** (meme)

More coming soon/Series in progress!

Bigby Wolf

IV. THE WOLF AMONG US

Cat and... Wolf? (x Reader): Based on these requests.

Have it Your Way** (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

Bigby Having a Crush on a Co-worker Headcanons (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

V. THE WITCHER

Geralt of Rivia

Some Peace & Quiet (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

Sex Headcanons** (meme)

Kinktober Day 23** (x F!Reader)

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Kinktober Day 28** (x F!Reader)

VI. DISHONORED

Corvo Attano

Romantic headcanons (meme)

VII. UNCHARTED

Nathan Drake

Sleep + Sex headcanons** (meme)

Samuel Drake

Romantic headcanons (meme)

Sex headcanons** (meme)

VIII. DEVIL MAY CRY

Vergil

Cooking/food headcanons (meme)

IX. CALL OF DUTY

Russell Adler

Series in progress! (as of November 2022)

More works in progress for Black Ops, Modern Warfare (2019) & Modern Warfare II (2022) characters, will gladly do headcanons and one shots for other characters since I'm motivated

#x reader #masterlist #fanfiction #fanfic #assassin's creed x reader #tlou x reader #the last of us fanfiction #assassin's creed modern au #assassin's creed fanfiction #alternate universe #au #rdr x reader #joel miller #arthur morgan #pedro pascal #haytham kenway #connor kenway #jacob frye #jacob frye x reader #resident evil x reader #javier peña x reader #javier pena x reader #javier peña smut #javier pena smut #pedro pascal x reader #jill valentine x reader #resident evil imagine #video game imagines #narcos x reader

[justagirlinafandomworld]

December Reading List

Welcome to December 2020′s masterlist for @beccaanne814‘s 366 Reblog Challenge!

Feel free to explore these fics and meet some wonderful writers! Summaries, pairings, and warnings are provided as the writer has listed. Please read responsibly and have fun!

366 Reblog Challenge Masterlist

1. Imagine by @carryonmywaywardcaptain​ Imagine...finding out there’s fanfic written about you-and even Charlie ships you with Dean. SPN | Dean Winchester x Reader Warnings: fluff. crack. a dramatic fanfic within a fanfic.

2. sunlight. by @xbuchananbarnes​ As Steve gets used to the future, he becomes a regular at a cafe where he finds something he didn’t think he needed: friends. MCU | Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: none

3. blessed. by @xbuchananbarnes​ Bucky surprises Riley for her birthday. MCU | Bucky Barnes x Riley (OC) Warnings: a very smitten Bucky, fluff, smut.

4. - 6. Don’t look down, Baby 1/3 2/3 3/3 by @jay-and-dean​ Dean told her to ignore the “thing” between them and to jump in any guy’s arms. Any of them but him. When we think of a guy our Y/N could be with, longing for Dean, it’s usually a nice dude, a little boring right? Because who can compete with Dean? Now, what if this guy was as badass as Dean? SPN | Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, Abraham Hale (OC) Warnings: angst, jealous Dean, smut (unprotected sex), oral, also kinda lame sex, cheating, swearing, smoking, drinking.

7. Pure and good by @donutloverxo​ Corrupting a good boy - Chapter 1. The journey of how you turn your sweet innocent husband into your daddy. MCU | Steve Rogers x desi!Reader Warnings: 18+ only, smut (m/f), bondage, cumplay, Catholic Steve, dom Steve, daddy kink, anal

8. & 9. Sharing Spirit parts 1 & 2 by @becs-bunker​ Ransom shares you with his brother Steve.  Knives Out/MCU Crossover | Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader x Steve Rogers Warnings: voyeurism, exhibitionism, smut, 18+, dirty talk, language, Ransom, smut, unprotected sex, 18+, dirty talk, language, name calling, degradation, threesome, double penetration, spanking

10. That face he makes... by @waywardbaby​ Inspired by a pic of Dean. SPN | Dean Winchester x Reader Warnings: oral sex (male receiving)

11. You Tried to Change the Ending by @thefallenbibliophilequote​ You love him, but he made it clear he didn’t want anything to do with you. Can a trip to the future give him a new perspective about the present? MCU | Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: a hint of fluff, angst, just angst with a happy ending

12. Your heart’s desire by @writingsoftheloser​ After being thrown into the future, you and Loki see something you’d never expected to see. MCU | Loki x Reader Warnings: swearing and some angst

The Other Ending by @thefallenbibliophilequote​  Alternate ending to You Tried to Change the Ending.

13. Past Promises by @firefly-in-darkness​ Y/N heads to Novigrad to warn Geralt of his future. The Witcher | Geralt of Rivia x Y/N Warnings: 18+, canon typical violence, scars and wounds, blood, sexy things, Geralt’s thighs and arms

14. Time After Time by @whitestarbucky​ Time traveling was a touchy subject. But it looks like you and Bucky were the only ones who could do this job. Against your past selves. MCU | Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Time travel! Fighting. Minor violence (nothing graphic). Drinking. Club scene. Established relationship. Sam Wilson as Captain America (again, if you don’t like this, you’re not welcome here). The Winter Soldier appears.

15. light years. by @xbuchananbarnes​ To make sure his relationship has a future, Steve makes one more stop while putting the stones back, hoping to fix a few mistakes he had made. MCU | Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: a sprinkle of angst with a dash of fluff, and a lot of Steve Rogers. 

16. On the Clock by @tinymalscoffee​ An unnatural occurrence lets a woman go back in time to try and change everything she’s known for the past twenty years. Harry Potter | Sirius Black x Reader Warnings: FOURTH WALL BREAK!! lots of angst, almost smut, Sirius lowkey has a breeding kink, Sirius is an asshole for a bit, the smallest bit of fluff, fix-it, and the same time travel theory as Back to the Future.

17. Stephen Spooky by @sherrybaby14​ Post return from the snap you are down on your luck. But then you accept a new friend’s invitation to a haunted house and think things may change. MCU | Stephen Strange x Female Reader Warnings: DUB-CON, do not read if this offends you, smut

18. Goodbye by @firefly-in-darkness​ Y/N can’t fight her feelings anymore, she has to leave. SPN | Dean Winchester & Y/N, Sam Winchester Warnings: 18+, canon typical violence, angst. no happy ending.

19. Bucky Request by @xbuchananbarnes​ Request: “how is that my fault” but a silly situation with Bucky. MCU | Bucky Barnes x Reder Warnings: none

20. Very Last Kiss by @impala-dreamer​ Request: In a relationship with dean and so hurt and confused with the amara “connection.” SPN | Dean Winchester x Reader Warnings: Angst. Heartbreak.

21. Lost Without You by @becs-bunker​ After Dean gets stood up on a date, Y/N shows up to give him some company but hidden feelings are quick to come to light. SPN | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader Warnings: brief angst, mutual pining, fluff

22. Masquerade All You Feel Inside by @writerwrites​ As you come to terms with your quiet life without your Asgardian prince, a twist of fate gives you both a new timeline. MCU | Loki x Reader Warnings: Smut 18+, angst and fluff

23. No-Tel by @indyluckycharlie​ There’s only one bed, so this was inevitable, right? MCU | Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Smut 18+, some light angst, implied unprotected sex

Bucky Drabble by @navybrat817​ Request: When he says he doesn’t want a relationship and then during sex he asks who’s pussy is this - IT AIN’T YOURS. MCU | Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: 18+, SMUT

24. His Remedy by @starks-hero​ You are one of the few people that can handle Sherlock when he has had a bad day. In fact, you’re the only one. BBC Sherlock | Sherlock x Reader Warnings: None

25. Selfie by @syntheticavenger​ As a trophy wife, you enjoy anonymous attention while Thor is on a business trip. MCU | Thor x Reader Warnings: 18+, dub-con, doggy style, filth, fingering, spanking, breeding kink

26. Invisible by @girl-next-door-writes​ Whilst interrogating a demon snide remarks hit a little too close for comfort and Dean is left wondering if you will ever really see him. SPN | Dean Winchester x Reader Warnings: show level violence, angst

27. Dream A Little Dream by @firefly-in-darkness​ Y/N has always daydreamed of Dean being more than a friend regardless of knowing she wasn’t his type. Is she going to be able to keep her feelings in check when they pretend to be a couple in their hunt for a witch? SPN | Dean Winchester x Reader Warnings: 18+, a little bit of angst, low self-esteem, fluff. Sexy things. Happy ending.

28. Someday by @kellyn1604​ The Mandalorian pays you a visit. Star Wars | The Mandalorian x Reader Warnings: explicit smut, mentions of slavery, angst

29. Tamales and Christmas Lights by @shreddedparchment​ Reader takes Steve home for Christmas. MCU | Steve Rogers x Mexican American Reader Warnings: light smut, talks of having kids, language, drinking

30. Trick or Treat? by @stargazingfangirl18​ You’d rather be anywhere else than a Halloween party thrown by rich Boston elite, but luckily a pretty asshole with a lame Halloween costume keeps you entertained. Knives Out | Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader Warnings: Explicit language, sexual themes, au.

31. Twice Bitten by @cherienymphe​ King Steve has the reputation of the kindest king in all the land. How sad it is that such a man always seems to be burying a wife, leaving him lonely and searching for another. Seeing how Queen Margaret’s death affected you, the king hopes to raise your spirits by marrying you off to the handsome Duke, James Barnes, unbeknownst to you, sealing your fate. MCU | Stucky x Reader Warnings: NON-CON, vampire!Stucky, blood, infidelity, murder, violence, manipulation, side of Peggy x reader.

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[chelsfic]

No Charge - The Witcher fanfic - Geralt of Rivia x OFC - stand alone for now

Summary: Geralt is hired by a local lord to kill a monster. The so-called monster turns out to be an innocent woman. Will he walk away or will he get involved and help her?

A/N at the end

Sequel: The Worst Damsel

Geralt’s fists tightened at his sides as he got a look at the so-called monster imprisoned in the estate’s oubliette. A young woman in a torn dress sat shivering in the bottom of the well-like hole. She raised a dirty hand to block the piercing rays of light, blinded by the first light she’d seen in days as the hole’s cover was removed. 

His face was stony as he turned to the lordling at his side, “You told me your village was being terrorized by a striga. This--” he motioned toward the pitiful form at the bottom of the hole. “--is a human woman who has been monstrously mistreated. She’s no monster.”

The lord’s eyes shifted in panic but his voice was all false bravado, “Now see here, Witcher. I knew you wouldn’t come if I did not portray the gravity of our circumstances with...slight exaggeration. This she-devil is a demon on the inside, true as any monster you’ve slay’n. She was born on a black omen day and ever since has brought pestilence to our crops and plague to our people. She speaks evil words and is monstrously cruel to those who would give her kindness and safety!”

The Witcher grunted in displeasure, “I begin to see the way of it, little Lord. Did the bad lady hurt your feelings? Is that it? Well, I’ll have no part in this pettiness. There’s an authentic contract posted in Murivel not a day’s journey from here. I’ll be on my way. And I warn yeh not to make light of calling upon the services of a Witcher again.”

***

The starless night left the road obscured in darkness but Geralt had no trouble finding the path. Still, he tarried. Roach shook her head in irritation and stamped a hoof.

“Mmphh,” Geralt grunted in reply to the silent question. “I know, Roach. And yet…”

His mind flashed back to another road, years ago, and a young girl he saved from being attacked and raped by a band of despicable deserters. And what had been his reward then? For involving himself in human affairs and ignoring the Witcher’s code? Revulsion and fear. It wouldn’t do to get involved again.

And yet…

***

The heavy wooden door of the oubliette slid soundlessly open at a sign from the Witcher’s hands. He peeked over the rim and his black gaze, strengthened by the effects of a potion, picked out the huddled form in the darkness, though the girl surely could not see him.

“Quiet now, girl,” Geralt hissed into the still night air. “I’m getting you out of here, alright?”

A moment of stillness and silence. The Witcher feared she might be unconscious or worse. But a wavery voice finally responded, “A-alright.”

It was the work of a moment to climb down into the hole. It was constructed of earth and lined with large paving stones, an easy climb for one with a Witcher’s enhanced abilities. He dropped down onto the damp dirt floor of the hole and looked the girl over. She was still seated, huddled against a wall but as he stepped forward she rose. She was short and he could tell she’d once been plump and shapely although she’d clearly not been fed for several days. Dark shadows ringed her eyes and dirt and sweat obscured her hair color. It was altogether impossible for the Witcher to tell if she was comely or ugly. But given the quality of her dress, despite the dirt and tears, he could tell she came from a comfortable background. Perhaps a wealthy merchant’s daughter. He could guess how far her father’s protection and love extended based on her current predicament.

He cleared his throat and stepped into her space with one long stride. He turned his back to her and crouched down a bit. Patting his shoulder to indicate the idea. A moment passed.

“Go, on,” he said, annoyed, “Climb on, you want to get out of here don’t you?”

“It’s not...proper…” he could hear the indecision in her voice even as she spoke the words. What good had proper behavior been for her up to this point?

The Witcher laughed, “I can certainly leave you here, miss, if you prefer to preserve your precious good name--although I hate to tell yeh, I think the ship has sailed there.”

The girl huffed a sigh but relented. Her arms went gingerly around his shoulders, clasping loosely at his collar. The Witcher grunted out another laugh and with one swift motion boosted her by the rump and forced her legs to wrap round his waist. He felt the press of her breasts against his back and nearly let out a pleased groan. It’d been ages since the last brothel. With a grimace he pushed the thought away and dug his hands into the grimy side of the hole beginning the climb upward.

***

He set the girl down on her feet with a gentleness that surprised her. She was a little more herself now that the urgency of escape was behind her. She stood before her rescuer and for the first time noticed him. He stood more than a head taller than she. His massive shoulders and muscular form were intimidating all by themselves--but the spell-blackened eyes that gazed down on her were truly a fright. Her face must have given her thoughts away for she saw the man grimace and turn away. With a sound of protest she reached out a hand and grasped his elbow.

“I thank you, sir.”

He turned back slightly and she watched as the inky blackness faded from his eyes to reveal molten gold irises. They were startlingly beautiful. Again, her thoughts must have shown on her face for she saw his mouth part in a razor sharp grin.

“You’re welcome, my lady. No charge.”

A/N: I was originally planning to write a reader insert, but it felt much more natural to write this in the third person. However, the female OC is only vaguely described as short and shapely/plump. This is a oneshot, but I feel I could definitely continue more vignettes on these two. Also, like many others I am new to the fandom. I’ve read The Last Wish and started Sword of Destiny but there is a lot that I don’t know about the world of The Witcher so please forgive any mistakes. And as always feedback is appreciated even adored. Thanks so much for reading!

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[fpwrites]

I Don’t Believe in Destiny | Geralt x OC

Sooo I know Canon x OC fics aren’t as huge of hits as Canon x reader buuuut I thought I might post it here since it is a fic I am writing and some peeps here might enjoy it since it is sorta not trash AND it’s Geralt. ANYWAYS

Title: I Don’t Believe in Destiny

Warnings: None so far? I mean besides swearing I guess lmao

Relationship: F/M

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia/Female OC

Chapters: 7/?

Available here and on A03: A03 Link

First chapter is below the read more. :)

It was supposed to be a day like any other. She walked this way from Yspaden weekly, sometimes every day if her lack of supply called for it, and she had been when this thing had attacked her. It had all been so sudden she didn't have a chance to do anything, even move. It had her pinned to the ground, having come down from a nearby tree. Her supplies were ruined, discarded, and she was so surprised by the creature currently pinning her down and gnashing at her with large pincers that she didn't even notice she'd been injured. Hands struggled to hold back the pincers as four spider-leg legs held her down. She tried to move whilst holding the creature back but it failed.

  The sound of a single, well-placed slash and the creature stopped struggling against her before splitting perfectly in half. Hazel-brown eyes watch as black blood spills from where it's separated, falling onto her form like rain, staining her dress, neck, face and some of her hair. She can't bring herself to move, instead, she just lays there, hands still up though holding nothing.

  She's in shock, covered in the creature's blood from head to toe, and she doesn't know how long she lays there with pupils blown wide and mouth ajar before her savior turns towards her, eyes pitch black and sheaths his sword over his left shoulder. She's taken aback for a moment by his appearance: the gray hair covered in a thick layer of the beast's blood, the black of his eyes and the veins around them flooding the same color, a remarkably handsome face and strong, broad shoulders.

  He tilts his head at her, either out of curiosity or confusion and trudged over to her, grasping the body of the beast and tossing it aside with the same ease he'd cut it down with as pitch-black retreats, giving way to beautiful amber eyes. He was dressed in a fine pair of black armor, though it was light. It wouldn't protect from anything; it seemed more for show than protection. As he began to cross the space between them, she realized he was moving towards her and in her shock, started to scramble backward though she must've looked just as much like prey to him as the deceased beast beside her. He grasped her perhaps a bit too roughly by the wrist and forced her to stop her scrambling. For a moment, they just stared at each other. His grip unrelenting on her wrist, his fierce amber eyes curiously peering down into her hazel-brown ones. Then his mouth opens, revealing a hint of pearl-white teeth and sharp canines and he spoke softly, a bit more gruffly than intended.

  “Are you alright?”

  The question stuns her, but she supposes that in the situation it made sense. Having just rescued her, it was only sensible to ask if she was okay, but she still hadn't expected such a thing. His hand adjusts on her wrist, rotating to grasp the underside of her wrist. Then, with the same strength he'd tossed the beast aside, he pulls her up, nearly bringing her into his broad chest. It takes her another moment to gather herself, pushing short cherry red hair back from her face as she stumbles once more. He tightens his grip on her wrist again, giving it a soft tug to balance her.

  “I...”

  She started to say, pausing to look over at the beast's carcass beside her. It was cut in half, black blood splattered across the greenery like a stain that might never go away, and she felt her throat filling with bile. She turned from him, her wrist freed in the process and threw up. She heard a small chuckle from behind her and raised her eyebrow as she stood back up, swiping at her chin with her sleeve.

  “What?!” She demands, brows furrowing. She doesn't know why exactly, but she feels like she's being laughed at and not in a good way. It made her feel embarrassed and weak and while this might not exactly be the time to feel so, she did. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been in a situation where she'd needed help, been unable to save herself, and it made her frustrated. Not only had she nearly been killed, but this man had saved her and now it seemed he was making fun of her.

  “Nothing.” He muses, amber eyes looking her over like a predator does prey. Then, he just turns towards the slain beast and striding over to his horse, grasping the reins and begins to walk off as if nothing had happened. She glances from the body of the beast to the retreating figure of her savior before stumbling out of the foliage and after him.

  “W-wait! How can I thank you?” She catches up with him, though she has to run to do so. He stops and tilts his head towards her, looking at her through long dark bangs, the smallest of smirks present on his lips. He watches her fall into step beside him before continuing in his stride.

  “You can take me to the nearest town.” He says though he doesn't look at her, keeping his gaze set on the path before them. She nods as she follows beside him, taking her sleeve and swiping at the blood on her face. He looks over at her and rolls his eyes, but doesn't say anything. As they continue down the road, she kicks a rock that they pass, linking her hands behind her as she peered up at the stormy sky.

  “You know, Yspaden is at least a day's away and well,” She scrunches her nose up and strays away from him, “You need a bath.”

  “What?” He says, turning his head to face her and she wanders back towards him at this time with a small giggle.

  “I'm saying you're covered in whatever the fuck that thing was's blood and well, I could repay you by offering up my place for the night.” She gestures ahead of them where the road diverges into two paths, one leading deeper into the forest and towards her home. “Least I could do, considering.”

  If she really thought about it, it wasn't a good idea to invite some strange man back to her home even if he had saved her, but she had some feeling about this man. Call it intuition, destiny, gut, whatever. There was just something about him that made her feel like she could trust him, like he was, well, safe. He looks at her and seems thoughtful before he nodded.

  “Come.” She says, stepping in front of him and leading him down the path that leads deeper into the forest.

    It wasn't long until they reached her humble home located within the thick of the forest. She felt waves of relief wash over her at the sight of the small cottage that she called home. She glanced back at the man behind her and nodded towards the home before continuing up the cleared path to the house, stopping at the wooden door. She gently pushed it open and stepped inside, a smile crossing her features as she stepped inside.

  The front door opened directly into a small living room which contained a few soft chairs set against the walls for the sake of space, too many shelves that were overflowing with books, herbs, and various trinkets. The living room led immediately into her kitchen, which was slightly smaller than her living room and was fashioned with several shelves as well, though mainly filled with herbs and spices she'd harvested from the forest. The kitchen then leads into her bedroom in the far back of the house, about the same size as the living room, which only contained her bed and a few stray books. The bathing room was connected to her bedroom and this gave her a mild sense of anxiety.

  Now she was starting to regret her decision. After all, she hadn't even asked this man's name and yet here she was, inviting him into her home. Sure, her family had taught her hospitality but look at what that had gotten them. She flinched slightly at the memory and pushed it out of her mind as she stepped into the living room and out of the way of her guest, gesturing for him to enter. It seemed that in the time she'd been berating herself for being dumb, he'd tied up his lovely horse outside.

  “Geralt.” He says as if able to sense her unease. She observed him as he carefully stepped over the threshold, looking about the cottage critically before shrugging dismissively.

  “Uh, Clara. Everyone just calls me Clare, though.” She replies, shutting the door behind him and heading towards the kitchen. He removes his sword from his back and sets it down beside the door, resting it against the wall.

  “Everyone?” He asks, a hint of amusement present in his tone. She rolls her eyes as she removes a pan, filling it with water. Seeing that her fireplace was still lit from when she'd left earlier, she placed the pan atop it before turning to him, though keeping by the fire to warm herself.

  “Yeah, if I actually spoke to people, it'd be everyone.” She turns back to the pan, watching it carefully as it heats on the fire, gesturing to one of the plush chairs. She can feel that he's surveying the contents of the room, not necessarily furniture but more so the clutter, and she feels a slight inclination to feel bad about it but stuffs it down. “You're welcome to sit. I'll warm the water and then cook while you're bathing.”

  He's by her side all of a sudden and her senses are bombarded with the smell and dare she say it, the taste of the beast's blood and guts and it nearly sends her stumbling back. Regardless, she remains polite and peers up at him, surprised to find the same concerned look on his face that he had when he'd helped her up. She tilts her head curiously, the stench now forgotten.

  “What is it? I can cook first if you're really hun-”

  “You bathe first.” He looks her up and down with those bright amber eyes of his and her face flushed hot with mortification at her current state of disarray. She knew she must look terrible – hair disheveled and covered in the blood of a slain beast (and not even one she'd slain herself), dress torn, muddied and soaked through with blood as well, and skin slathered with mud, leaves and even more blood. If she'd been spotted after he'd rescued her, she was sure the poor passerby would've run away screaming like a banshee. “You look like shit.”

  “Uh.” While she did look like shit and she knew it, it was yet again not exactly the response she'd been expecting. Weren't men supposed to, like, flatter women? She knew she was far from the prettiest and certainly not the most charming, certainly, a man would seek to flatter her, yes? And yet it seemed Geralt was just dead-set on flat-out insulting her. She clenched her fists at her sides, clenching and unclenching her jaw repeatedly, looking down at the fire as it heated the pan of water and carefully considered his words. She supposed she didn't have a lot of experience with men, but this was certainly something else. “Right.”

  She didn't say anything else. Instead, she grasped the handle of the pot and removed it from the fire and carried it to the bath, pouring it in. It filled the tub nearly halfway and deeming it satisfactory for her purposes, she closed the door and disrobed. She waited a few moments before sinking into the water, but once she did, it was like the doors of heaven had opened and welcomed her. While she wasn't sure about leaving Geralt alone in the living room of her home (she still wasn't sure about bringing him home), she really needed to get clean.

  The second her skin touched the clear water, it started to flood black and red from both the creature's blood and her own. She grasped a sponge from the side of the tub and began to run it down her skin, clearing it inch-by-inch, and it wasn't until she got to her leg that she saw the long gash that was the source of her bleeding. With a sigh, she cleared away the rest of the blood, both her own and the beasts and then finished with her hair.

  Once this was done, she stepped out to treat the wound on her leg. She carefully took some of her yarrow poultice and placed it over the wound. Heaving a sigh as she felt some of the pain subside, she crossed the room over to the door, grasping the thin bathrobe off the back and pulling it on. It was thin, see-through and stopped mid-thigh but it would have to do as she hadn't brought any clothes into the bathroom. She opened the door, peeked out and around the corner and seeing no sign of Geralt, stepped into the space of her bedroom. She closed the door, leaving it open only a crack and changed into her white night-gown. While it was just as short as the bath-robe, at least it wasn't as see-through.

  She paused to look at her reflection in the small mirror on the wall. While she could only see her face and some of her chest, it was enough. Her hair was still disheveled, though this time from being washed and the cherry red of the strands was much clearer now that it was clean of the blood and mud. Her skin was a bit reddened from being washed, especially her neck and collarbones, but even that didn't draw as much attention as the hint of a jagged scar peeking out from underneath her night-gown. Svelte fingertips drifted across the dark scar tissue, flinching at the memory that flooded her senses like it was happening before her that very moment.

  The dagger slicing through the air. The screaming of a child. The sobbing of a mother and father. It nearly brought tears back to her eyes and she struggled to hold them back, feeling like a stone was in her throat and a foot on her chest. She sat down on her bed, clawing at her chest as she felt it get heavier and heavier. Breathing quickly became slow gasps and she felt herself panic at this.

  She forced her shoulders down, relaxing them, and raised her arms above her head. Her breathing returned to normal, the weight lifted off of her chest and she felt her throat become gradually less and less constricted. Once she felt in control of herself, she checked her reflection in the mirror before opening her bedroom door and heading out into the living room.

  It was there that she found her guest, Geralt had fallen asleep in the chair closest to her door, his sword in hand. She was surprised by his ability to fall asleep so easily and readily, especially in a new place, but she supposed he had nothing to fear with abilities like his. She contemplated waking him for a bath and dinner, but instead resigned herself to bed as well. After all, it had been such a long fucking day.

#the witcher imagines #the witcher x oc #the witcher #the witcher x reader #geralt x oc #geralt x reader #geralt of rivia #geralt of rivia x oc #the witcher fanfic #the witcher fanfiction #fics

[erubadhriell]

I was tagged by @chronos-scribe. Thank you very much for tagging me and sorry for the delay! :)

NAME: Daniela Toledo

NICKNAME: The most famous is Dani. But people also call me Dan, Coruja, Niela, Night, Raven (Ravena), Missy Venon et cetera. 

ZODIAC SIGN: Virgo

HEIGHT: 1,64 m. 

ETHNICITY: Brazilian, Latina. Probably Spanish, Portuguese, African, Indigenous et cetera. (so many other people that came to Brazil.) 

ORIENTATION: Straight.


FAVORITE FRUIT: Manga and jabuticaba (I don’t know how to call them in English). 

FAVORITE SEASON: Autumn.


FAVORITE BOOK: Too many books to choose only one. I love the Classics, Fantasy, Sci-fi, Mysterious, Mythological books. But I really usually read everything that I find interesting, no matter the genre. 

FAVORITE FLOWERS: I love flowers, but probably Cherry blossoms. 

FAVORITE SCENT: Chocolate’s smell and the smell of the forest, especially after raining. 

FAVORITE COLOR: Black, red, blue. 

FAVORITE ANIMAL: Probably tiggers, elephantes, dogs, cats and owls, but I actually love too many animals. Birds, mammals and reptiles in general. 

FAVORITE BEVERAGE: Hot chocolate, water and capuccino, probably. 

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 5-8 hours

FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS: Too many characters from books, games, series, movies...

FAVORITE SHIPS: Too many ships. But for now, I’m very much into Shakarian (FShepard/Garrus Vakarian from Mass Effect), Female warden x Alistair Theirin (Dragon Age: Origins), Gustine (my oc Gustav Bertrand and my friend @djfatchip oc Celestine Claire Shepard from Mass Effect universe), Brykeelah (my friend @leysendris oc Akeelah Madaki and @djfatchip Bryant Leon Shepard from Mass Effect universe), Geralt of Rivia x Yennefer of Vengerberg.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH: 2 now during the winter.

BLOG CREATED: I don’t remember. Probably 3 years ago. 

NUMBER OF FOLLOWERS: 314. I’m really impressed. I didn’t think I would pass 10. xD

Thank you again for tagging me. I think most of my followers already did similar meme, so I will tag anyone who wants to join. :)

#tagged #personal #about Dani #thank you very much for tagging me

[fyrapartnersearch]

The Conjunction Of The Spheres... The Witcher 3 & Other Fandom Ideas..

Hey there, at first I’d like to tell you a bit about me:

24 years old

from Europe

going to university

I started roleplaying about 10 years ago

outside the rp universe I am a writer and poet as well or at least I try to be

I exclusively play female characters

easy to get along with and I love to plot and write stories! ♥

What I am looking for:

looking for mxf pairings

someone to play the male character

rp partners over 18 (over 20 preferred) because there will be smut

3rd person and past tense preferred

Pots should definitely be longer than 2 paragraphs, preferably more; but also: Quality over Quantity.

mistakes happen (I’ll make some for sure) but your pots have to be readable and understandable

Communication is the key. Regardless if it’s rp related or if you want to chat or let me know that you have a stressful week/ holidays/ whatever coming up (I will do the same).

someone who also loves to plot

As for smut: For me it’s definitely an important and essential part of the story!!! I really want to write it and do not want to "fade to black" -  but I also do not want it to be all about smut, sex, whatever. The whole story development and details are very important to me.

The Witcher 3 ♥ The idea I am craving quite desperately is Fandom based and OC [me] x Canon(Geralt) [You].

I am very much hoping to find someone who can play Geralt of Rivia quite convincingly with regard to his flirty/dominant/shameless/humorous/loyal but also cynical and sometimes threatening/cold demeanour. Note that we can plot the how, when, why etc. together, but the basic idea is as follows: My idea is that my character (who is living in “our” time and knows the game because she played it) suddenly falls/appears in the world of the Witcher, preferably somewhere near Novigrad or Oxenfurt. And of course somehow she bumps into Geralt.

I think this can be really funny, dramatic, thrilling and hot. I think of it more as a “slow” built up, story driven, with growing attraction, a lot of flirting and sexual tension between those two.

If you have other ideas what the plot/ the rp could be about, I am open for suggestions.

♥ Other Craving:

I really really really want to play an rp set in the Law and Order SVU Fandom. A story with you playing ADA Barba would be my favourite.

Don’t be afraid to suggest your own ideas/plots!

You can contact me via email: [email protected]

We can rp via email or messenger or whatever. I don’t have a preference

Thanks for reading. I hope to hear from you soon! ♥

#oc rp #multiple paragraph #long term #email #messenger #smut rp #submission

[cardierreh15]

The Stranger

A lil’ sumn, sumn just in time for spooky szn my dears 😩🧡 enjoy.

**I do not give anyone permission to repost and/or copy my work!!!

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Blood , Cutting & Stabbing with claws , Non-Con Sex , Full Nelson Position?? (I think lol) , Biting , Oral (Female Recieving) , Praising Kink , Breeding , Kidnapping .

Pairing: Vampire!August x Maria(Black!Plus Size Female)

Description: August has a lil fun with his food. 😋

Word Count: 2.9K

Song: Eat Your Young by Hozier

They’re having sex in a graveyard. Thought I’d make that clear. Basically: Dead Dove Do Not Eat

The woman wheezed as she rested her hands on her knees; trying her damnedest to breathe, but the cold air burned in her chest. Doubled over, she coughed hard before slowly inhaling through her nose and then out through her mouth. Standing up straight, her lips trembled as the winter’s air embraced her in a deadly hold.

‘Home, just— try to get home.’ she muttered to herself as she wrapped her torso up in her own arms. It had seemed as if she were walking for ages now, but at least she caught her breath. ‘Home… just…almost there.’ she shivered.

Run, girl, run. A dark essence whispered through a cool breeze, heart sinking into the pit of her gut as a familiar dark laughter followed suit.

‘Stop!’ she cried out, placing both hands over her ears as she started running again. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to focus on pure thoughts. ‘This— *huff* has to be— *huff huff* a nightmare!’ Suddenly, she tripped over a branch, tumbling and rolling until her weight betrayed her; head colliding with something cool and hard. Vision blurred and disoriented, she let out a pained groan as she weakly reached out, ‘Mmmmhhhff.’

Whimpering out, she felt something wet and warm trickling down the side of her face. Dragging her weight across the cool, dewy dirt and grass. ‘Please… please,’ she begged; placing her hands on the tombstone while struggling to pull herself to her feet. ‘Please just— leave me alone!’ she called out, her knees buckling as she stood up straight.

‘Hahah, and what’s the fun in that?!’

Heart ramming in her chest, her breathing had become shallow, the lump in her throat growing painful. ‘Who— why do you follow me?! Why can’t you just leave me alone?!’ she broke out in a hysterical sob, words inaudible. ‘Please! I have nothing to offer you— I can’t— I can’t…’

It grew quiet for a moment. Only the sound of the wind dancing through the trees and the dead leaves scraping against the ground filled the air. Suddenly, when safety seemed sure, she got wrapped up in a tight embrace. A cold hand covered her lips as she began squeal into the stranger’s flesh. The stranger grinned darkly as the woman flayed her arms and legs around.

‘Tag. I've got you now!’

He snickered, turning her around to get a good look at her. She was ravishing! Full puckered lips, gray eyes that made her tears resemble a rainy day. Her skin, soft and silky like raw honey. She was almost too pretty to eat. But he’d always been the type to play with his food.

Grabbing her jaw, his pointy nails gently stabbed at her flesh. She tried to let out a shriek but he placed his index finger against her full lips, ‘aht, Aht, — that’s not a smart idea sweet pea. He grinned, ‘Scream, and I’ll slit your throat ok? Give me a nod if you understand.’

The woman’s frightened eyes stared up into his bright blue irises that shone in the darkness, resembling that of the deepest depths of the ocean. She nodded hesitantly, never taking her eyes off of him.

‘Mmm, that’s a good girl. You are awfully pretty.’ He cooed, dragging his claw down the side of her face. ‘I would have hated to kill you before I've had my fun.’ he grinned; salivating at the thought of her being his personal blood bag.

‘Now, you’re going to do whatever I say… alright?’

The woman nodded again, a single tear falling down her face. She was freezing! It wouldn’t have been a shock if her tears turned into icicles at this point.

He brought her head towards him, gently sniffing at the open wound she’d created from her dance with the ground earlier. ‘Mmm,’ he hummed in delight. ‘So sweet,’he said, before licking up the blood that dripped down the side of her face.

She was stiff as a board, unable to move from the shock that coursed through her body. There was no way this was truly happening. No, no this had to be some kind of nightmare. Shutting her eyes tightly, whispering, ‘it’s just a dream, wake up Maria, it’s just a dream—‘

His thunderous laugh ripped through the air. ‘Are you sure about that princess? Seems real enough to me.’ He cooed in her ear as he pushed her thick hair behind her ear and ran his claw down her cheek, leaving behind a simple cut. She started to cry once again.

‘Awww, shhhh —don’t cry princess,’ he said as he wiped her tears away with the pad of his thumbs. ‘Everything will be over soon. And, if you behave, I might just let you go. All you have to do… is be a good girl.’

Maria swallowed her sticky spit and nodded once again, letting out a shaky sigh. She was willing to do anything if it meant for her to live.

‘Wh— what will you have me do?’

He smirked as his eyes flickered from her face to her breasts. ‘Well,’ with just a quick swipe of his finger, he tore the fabric of her shirt with his pointy nail. His eyes immediately landing on her silky brown skin, his fangs tingling at the thought of sinking them in that supple flesh.

‘Ah!’ she gasped, instantly wrapping her own arms around her body to conceal it. ‘Wh—‘ she backed up slowly until she tripped and fell back against a stone. ‘Oof!’ she whimpered, looking up at him. ‘H-here?! Now?’ she looked around as she quivered. ‘It’s cold! And we’re in a graveyard! Have you no respect for the dead?!’

‘Oh honey… haven’t your parents taught you not to assume?’ his smirk never faltered as he stood above her, glaring down at her like a hawk stalking its prey. ‘I am… the dead.’ His fangs seemed to appear out of nowhere! They were massive, frightening and white. Very distinguishable even with nights as dark as these. She stared up at him in fear as he reached down and lended her his hand.

‘Up…’ he commanded.

Maria swallowed her spit once again and placed her hand in his before he whisked her up to her feet in a fast motion. He pressed her against his chest, listening as her heart hadn’t ceased to keep its fast pace. ‘Why were you hiding that pretty body from me huh?’ he said, running his tongue over his fangs.

‘B-because I don’t know you! You’re a stranger! A monster!’

The stranger chuckled and backed her up against a tall tombstone. Her back was pressed flush against the coolness. ‘Alright,’ he placed his hand against the stone, ‘My name is August… there, am I still a stranger?’ He drug his pointy nail down the hill and the valley of her breasts, down her tummy until he rested it beneath her button to pop it.

‘I mean… no… I guess. B-but you’re still a monster!’ She bit back.

‘Oh really? Why… that’s not very nice.’ he chuckled, ‘You’re scared of me… aren’t you princess?’ he asked, popping the button to bring the zipper down. She jumped at the sudden flick before giving him a hesitant nod.

‘Good, you should be.’ he said before grabbing her wrist and swiftly turning her around and pinning her against the stone. ‘I’m not gonna hurt you… yet,’ he whispered softly in her ear. Something so sweet, like a lullaby. ‘Just—want a little taste,’ August added as he got down on his knees and pulled her jeans down to her ankles.

‘Wha—?!’ Her panties followed soon after.

‘What are you doing?! Stop!’ She tried to move but he grabbed her thighs and held it in a tight grip. ‘Aah!’ she yelped out at the sudden pain. His claws dug into her cool flesh. ‘I told you to be a good girl! Move again, and I will crush your femur!’

‘Ughh,’ she cried out in pain. ‘Please! Just let me go! I promise I won’t tell anyone!’

‘Well you may not make it out of here to tell anyone sweetheart. We might as well have a little fun huh?’

Maria’s bottom lip trembled before she sucked it between her teeth to keep from wailing like a wraith. But instead, she utter a sound.

‘Attagirl,’ he grinned as he released his grip on her skin, ‘Now… sit still,’ he said before inhaling the scent of her core. ‘Mmmm,’ he let out a guttural growl, stretching his neck and pressing the flattened tongue against her womanhood.

‘Ooh!’ Maria’s mouth fell open as a chill slid down her spine. She could feel her knees growing numb as his tongue assaulted her clit with a vengeance. If she were going to die, at least her last few moments would be of her experiencing a one in a lifetime moment. Fucking a monster.

August lifted her thigh as he flicked his tongue over her glorious abyss and her sensitive nub. ‘Mmmm,’ he hummed before pulling away for a second. ‘Fuuuuck, you’re delicious,’ he pressed a kiss on her inner thigh before he sank his teeth into her soft flesh.

‘AAAAAAH!’ she yelped out, startled by him biting into her. Maria looked down between her legs. ‘You said you weren’t going to hurt me!!!’ she whined out.

August licked at her punctured, swollen skin before placing a kiss on it, ‘Oh relax, baby girl. It’s just a love bite. You’ll be fine.’ He chuckled before his tongue was met with her pussy once again. Such a hungry lover he was.

‘Ooooh! Dear God! That feels sooo fucking good!’ Her head fell back as her fingers gripped at the tombstone. She subconsciously began to grind her hips against his face and reached behind her to grab a hand full of his thick dark hair. His face was just a seat for her at this point. And he didn’t mind it either.

A gasp ripped through her chest as her groin began to tighten as she grew closer to her orgasm. ‘Aaah! FUCK!’ She felt as if the world were crumbling beneath her feet.

August smiled softly as she came in his mouth unreluctantly. She was so warm on his tongue. He could stay here forever if she allowed it. Pulling away from her pussy, he bit into her other thigh. Hissing at the sudden pain, Maria gritted her teeth together and just bore it.

He bit her thighs, over and over again, as if trying to mark his territory. He stood up, peppering sweet kisses against her shoulder, and then her neck. ‘My, my— you are so delicious.’

Maria was lost in a world of pure bliss. The way he touched her, the way his cool lips danced across her now burning flesh— she felt like she was in heaven; or perhaps, hell.

‘How do you feel?’ August asked as his nose nuzzled comfortably behind her ear, in her braids.

‘Am I— am I dead?’ She whispered.

He chuckled darkly before grabbing her face once again as he leaned in for a kiss. ‘Not yet princess.’

Her now hooded, lust ridden eyes stared up at him as her lips parted gently, ready to embrace his frost bitten lips in a warm kiss. Once their lips met, it was as if she’d taken ecstasy. She never felt like this before on behalf of the lips of a man. Could it be the venom on this tongue?

The more her lips indulged on his taste, the more hooked she became. Plus, she kind of liked being able to taste herself on his tongue.

He broke the kiss and looked down at her with a twinkle in his eye. Hmm, he might need her after all. But he immediately pushed those thoughts to the side and walked over to a gravestone. August unzipped his pants and pushed them down along with his boxers.

Maria’s mouth fell open in shock and partly in fear when she saw that monster spring free from the prison of his pants. How was that thing going to fit inside of her?! She’s probably had sex only a handful of times in her life. It wasn’t at the top of her To-Do list either. So it was safe to say, she was scared.

‘Don’t be afraid princess. I promise I’ll be gentle,’ he gave her a devious smirk as he motioned his sharp claw towards himself. Her head fell forward, ashamed. Once in his grasp, he spun her around so her ass was facing him. August scooped her up effortlessly with a carnivorous grin on his face.

‘Whoa—‘ she gasped as she wrapped one arm around his neck for stability as he sat down on the destroyed grave.

August lowered her down on his dick. Thanks to the blood intake, he was standing at full attention and was ready to take advantage of this moment with her.

Maria hissed, digging her nails into his shoulder as the intrusive member basically split her in half. But the pain was blissful. He was filling her out the way she deserved, the way she needed.

‘Uhhh. Damn baby girl. You are so fucking tight.’ He lifted her thigh, hooking his arm beneath her knee and using his right knee to keep her leg up. He dug his sharp claws into her flesh. His other arm lay draped across her belly in a tight hold. This way, he was able to move her body up and down just the way he wanted.

The curvaceous woman threw her head back as he took full control of her body. And the way that he used her felt so good.

‘August! Please!’ she begged before she grit her teeth together, ‘Augh!! Fuck yes!’

‘That’s good baby? Damn, you take this dick so fucking well. Such a good girl for me!’ He let out an animalistic grunt, still bouncing her body but now adding in his own thrusts.

With the two frictions coming together to make one, Maria could feel her fragile human body begin to betray her. She breathed in short breaths, the cold air burning at her chest as she did so.

‘Ooh!’ With August’s fleeting movements, Maria thought she was seeing stars. The grip she had on the upright headstone was so tight, she split her nails.

August howled as his grip on her thigh grew a bit tighter. His nails finally pierced the skin and he drew a little bit of blood. But Maria was far too gone to even pay attention to the pain. August landed multiple slaps on her inner thigh as he reached between her thighs with his free hand and began to rub at her erected clit. He picked up his thrusts, ‘Fuuu—‘

Maria’s head fell forward, her mouth falling open in a big “O” as she watched his strong hand go to work on her clit. ‘Ohhh shit!’ Her bite ridden thighs began to shake as he handled her like a $2 whore.

‘Yeaaaah? You’re gonna cum aren’t you? I can feel it. I can feel you throbbing… that pretty pussy just begging for a release.’

‘Uh huuuuh!’ She whimpered out.

He thrusted harder, faster. Her cries grew louder as he abused her pussy with purpose. With the way she was wailing, someone would say this graveyard was haunted! ‘C’mon princess,’ he gritted his teeth, ‘Come on! Give it to me!’

Maria’s toes curled in her shoes as he plowed into her as if he were trying to explore new realms. She felt the numbness creep up her neck, and now she felt like she couldn’t breathe. This didn’t feel like a common orgasm. It felt euphoric but she felt as if he’d snatched her soul.

August let out a sinister laugh. ‘Oh you sweet thing. You don’t even know what to do with yourself!,’ he cooed teasingly before he grabbed her face. He opened his mouth to welcome her in another kiss. He allowed her tongue to slither between his teeth. And with just a gentle bite, he pierced the muscle.

She whined out in pain, squirming in his embrace as she bled into his mouth. Once he broke the kiss, she laid her head back lazily against him as he had his way with her. She’d lost a lot of blood now because of him. Her body felt completely numb and at this point, he was just using her like a doll. She couldn’t feel much anymore. All she could taste was iron, and hear his desperate grunts over the sounds of the night. Her eyes filled with tears as she knew what was to come of her.

‘Ugh. Fuck, you’d be the perfect mother for my children,’ he snarled out, his teeth clenched as he felt his member throb within her. ‘Sooo, fucking warm princess.’

Maria’s eyes grew wide as a tear slid down the side of her face. She couldn’t find the strength to speak! It was a miracle she was even alive! So she just laid limply on him.

His hand cupped at her bruised up thigh as he rammed his hips faster, coaxing and milking his own nut out of him, ‘Aaah. Fuuuck!’ His balls squeezed as he shoved his member deep inside of her, kissing at her warm cervix.

Used like a whore, Maria just laid there in his hold. Just waiting for her demise. She barely blinked as she felt it would be her last.

August let out a sigh before he laid her on top of the flat gravestone. He stood up, putting himself together. ‘Aww don’t play dead on me baby girl. You’ve proved to be a lot more useful than I thought.’ With the “warmth” of his embrace gone, she laid curled up on that cold stone shivering. She was mute.

‘You’re gonna be staying with me for awhile,’ he said before effortlessly scooping her up in his arms before he began to walk into the darkness of the night.

Her eyes were heavy… and she was growing cold by what had seemed to be the minute. ‘Sl—sleeep,’ she muttered out in pain.

Sleep my princess… for you will be my Queen once you’ve awakened.

#henry cavill #the witcher #geralt of rivia #august walker #henry cavill x black reader #henry cavill fanfic #superman #clark kent #geralt #daddy #henry Cavill x black! plus size female oc #Henry Cavill x black!female oc #Henry Cavill x black!oc #august walker x black!female oc #august walker x black!plus size female oc #august walker x black!oc #vampire #Au!august #vampire!august #vampire!henry

[cardierreh15]

𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱: 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 , 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦 , 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 , 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 & 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 , 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 , 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐞 , 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 , 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐞 , 𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐞 (𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲)

Chapter 1: Her Majesty

Chapter 2: Friend, Mentor, Protector.

Chapter 3: Deadly Force

Chapter 4: Kaer Morhen

Chapter 5: The Formidable Opponent

Chapter 6: Stand & Deliver.

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