#geralt x curvy!reader

[nickfowlerrr]

sit me on your throne.

pairing: geralt of rivia x curvy!reader

warnings: i don't know what i'm writing about but if you're here for smut, there's smut. 18+ only. probably ooc - i've only seen season one. if i'm missing something that needs to be tagged please let me know.

words: 4.3k

notes: i really truly do not know. forgive me not.

thank you in advance for reading! any thoughts, comments, and reblogs are so appreciated. let me know what you think. (unless its mean then pls don't).

"You kneel before me?"

Your question is born of nothing but pure confusion as you tilt your head in bemusement at the bulking behemoth of a man before you.

He hadn’t done as much when he first arrived, not to your displeasure, so it was odd to see him do it now - especially after the battle he has just fought.

He is at your feet, his long white hair darker and dingier now, dirty as his clothes and skin; marred with caked mud and what you can only assume is the blood and guts of the beast he has defeated.

The stench he carries with him is pungent, nothing but putrid, and yet that somehow doesn't take from his striking good looks; those paired with his brevity and bluntness have held your attention from the moment he stepped foot in your kingdom.

He is a man of little words, this Geralt of Rivia. His jester of a companion having done much of the speaking - perhaps too much - for him since they arrived.

Geralt says nothing still, only meets your gaze as he takes steady breaths. His yellow eyes, feline and harsh, cut through you in a number of ways - none of which you'd care to share aloud. You have a feeling he knows, however, just how affected you are by him no matter how well you think you hide it.

You are alone together, no guards at the ready, no advisors by your side. Most of your kingdom is now quiet and abandoned, including the halls of your once flourishing and lively home. The halls of this castle have been eerily silent since the night your men went on their mission to save their homestead. You had already sent word for The Witcher, you implored them to keep safe indoors until his arrival. They did not listen. Most of them still having seen you as the young princess you once were, the others simply following the orders of their leaders. You may have been their "Queen", but their faith in their commanders was stronger.

Those commanders who led them to their deaths... You still sigh at the loss.

Those who were not taken, slain, by the beast have long since fled for their lives. You cannot blame them. But you certainly could not join them. Your castle once held many souls, but now it is only you and a handful of others. Titles of servants, but you really never were one for titles.

"Your friend?" you wonder.

"Somewhere," he answers shortly, his voice low and deep as he speaks.

You quirk a brow, "Safe?"

"For as long as he keeps himself from trouble."

You hum, a hint of a smile pulling at the corner of your lips. Their relationship amuses you, you must admit.

"You needn't kneel, Witcher," you implore as you sit back on the throne. It is yours in name alone. It has never felt right to sit in. He seems to sense your unease, but he doesn't speak it. You continue, "You have done what you said you would, I will do the same."

Still, he doesn't stand. Not until you flick your eyes and move to stand yourself. He rises easily as he stands before you still. There is not much distance between you, and the stench of him stings your eyes and threatens to gag you. Your face scrunches in disgust as you turn it away from him, grimacing.

"I've had a bath readied for you, and new clothes set aside," you inform him, moving to pass around. He follows you, and you can feel the weight of his gaze as his eyes cling to you. "Your meals will be served as soon as you're done. I don't imagine anyone would be able to stomach a bite with that smell coming off of you."

He says nothing but lets out an amused "hm" at your words, still following as you lead him to the bathing room.

You thank Amaleah as you enter and she leaves with a nod to you, her breath catching when she smells Geralt enter behind you. It's as fast an exit as you've ever seen.

You move toward the bath and wade a hand in the water. It's a bit hot for your preferences but it should get him clean. You ensure the soap Amaleah brought in is fragrant enough and still look for some nicer oils to add to the water; when you turn around to ask your guest his want, you find yourself stunned silent as you're met with the sight of his broad, bare chest. His muscles flex under his pale and scarred skin as he moves, his solid chest is covered in dark hair, trailing down his torso. His arms are strong and big and a thought at the back of your mind wonders how comfortable he must be to lie with.

You blink, mouth parted slightly as you take a breath. You watch his clothing fall as he discards them and your gaze follows his hand as he begins to strip himself of the rest of his garments.

He is completely shameless as he watches you watch him. You feel as if you are in a trance, you cannot bring yourself to look away despite the heavy weight of his gaze assuring you he sees you staring.

It’s not an act of brazenness, truly you would look away and leave him at once…if you could.

“I’ve slain your monster,” he speaks and your eyes rise back to his chest, trying to ignore the heaviness of his thick cock as it hangs so temptingly before you. No, not temptingly…Shamelessly. He has put himself entirely on display before you, without an ounce of shame or concern, and you are still frozen to your spot. “Was there something else you required of me, Your Highness?”

The title gets your attention, the breath caught in your chest finally flows and your eyes flick up to meet his. You can't tell entirely if he meant it as an insult or if he thought you'd prefer it to Queen.

You remain quiet for a moment as you try to gather a response. Either way...

“I told you that wasn’t necessary, Witcher.”

“Geralt.”

You swallow hard as he takes a small step forward, and you will yourself to not break his intense gaze.

"Geralt. I thank you, for saving what was left of this ruined kingdom, but I consider myself not princess, nor Queen, any longer."

"Did you ever?" he asks, staring into your eyes a moment longer before he steps closer still, looking you up and down then nudging you aside, eliciting goosebumps along your skin, rising under his touch.

You glance over your shoulder as he continues past you, lowering himself into the tub.

You think.

You know your answer, but you won't say it aloud. Clearly he knows it, too.

You can hear the water sloshing with his movements as he begins to clean himself.

You take a deep breath.

"The clothes will be brought in shortly. You might tell Jaskier when you're done that the food is ready."

"Ah," he says amid his washing, "so you do know his name."

"Of course I do. I've grown quite fond of the bard in the week since you've arrived."

"I couldn't tell," he says plainly, yet still biting - his words sharp with sarcasm.

You furrow your brow at his meaning and then there's a laugh at the door and you look to see Jaskier as he leans on it. "You sound jealous, there, Geralt," he taunts, holding folded clothing in his hands as he pushes off the door to saunter in. "I wouldn't worry. I don't believe I'm the one who's caught her eye." He looks to you with a smirk, bowing before you, "Your Majesty."

"I am no longer queen," you repeat for what feels like the hundredth time.

"My Queen, none the less," he simpers before standing to his full height.

You smile tightly, eyes narrowed playfully at him before you finally move to exit, leaving them to their inevitable quarreling. And trying not to focus on the tingling still affecting you between your legs.

--

You eat with the women in the kitchen; the dining hall one of your least favorite places to be.

There is a calm yet solemn energy around you all. A peace in the slaying of the monster who took your kingdom, and still the grief from the loss of it all, your people, their families, friends...

Calliope readies the plates for your guests as you bid them all a goodnight, kissing Amaleah's son on his head on your way out with a 'sweet dreams'. Since his father was killed, the poor thing has nightmares recurringly. You only hope with the monster's demise, they might ease for him some. He is far too young to be in such pain...

You think to pass by the dining hall on your way to bed to thank Geralt once more and wish them both a goodnight as well but think better of it.

You will see them in the morning before they set off. You still owe him his coin and you know he won't be leaving without it.

--

You open the heavy door of your chamber and once you are inside, begin to undress.

Slipping into your shift, you swiftly make your way into bed. You thought you'd fall asleep quickly, but as you lay there, your mind wanders to thoughts of only one.

You have one hand on your lower belly, the other resting on the soft skin right above it.

You sigh and close your eyes, but all you see when you do is his built form. His dark, firelight stare set on you. His clothes left on the ground as he stands strong in his glory.

You breathe deeply, your hand starting to slowly drift down your stomach as you tickle yourself. You're so tempted to touch where you want it most, but you can't bring yourself to do it. Not just yet.

You slip your hand between your spread thighs, softly running your fingers across the sensitive skin you find there.

It'd been a week of torment, having Geralt so close and not being able to act on your most base feelings. You know he knows what you think when you look at him, if Jaskier can see it, surely, he can too.

You might feel embarrassed but with the way he's managed to get closer and closer to you with each passing day as he awaited the beasts' return, you would wager he feels similarly.

It feels like an age that you lie awake. All the noises about the castle, not that there were many, have settled and it assures you everyone has retired for the night.

Sleep begins to nip at you but the stronger pull is to the dissatisfaction that weighs on you. The emptiness that echos through your body and soul.

Your fingers twitch, and you begin to glide closer to your uncovered core, the need to be touch too much to be ignored for much longer. Your eyes are closed and you imagine it isn't your hand running over your skin, but rather his large, rough palm feeling you, teasing you just so...

Just as you inch closer, your eyes snap open in the dark as a heartbreaking scream cuts through the night air. You sit up, pulling your hands off of yourself. You know immediately where the sound comes from and who it belongs to.

You get out of bed, intent to make sure Hartley and Amaleah both are okay.

You open your door just as the one across the wide hall does the same. You frighten at the unexpected movement but are then unsurprised to be across Geralt.

He is shirtless again, and his eyes are wide as his chest rises and falls with his heavy breaths.

"Are you alright?" he asks, voice hard.

"Yes, I'm fine. It was the boy, Hartley. He has nightmares," you explain, keeping your voice quiet as to not disturb the renewed peace of the night.

The flick of the flame that lights the hallway allows you both to see one another. You say nothing for a moment as your eyes fall to his bare torso.

"Did the clothes not fit?"

He looks down at himself briefly, then back to you. He shakes his head, "I prefer to sleep naked."

You burn at his words, swallowing hard. "Oh. Well, I- I'm going to check on them, make sure they're fine."

"I'll go with you."

It's not a question, it's a statement. You stop in your start, turning to look at him. You say nothing, just blink and quickly carry on as you were.

You make your way down the stairs and down the hall until you see the flames licking at the end of the hallway.

You follow the glow to Amaleah's room and knock gently as you look in the open door.

She turns and looks to you, her eyes tired and cheeks damp as she rocks her toddler in her arms. He is sleeping again as she rubs his back gently, more to soothe herself than anything.

She sniffles, "Your High-" she stops herself, "sorry, forgive me," she whispers.

"Don't apologize. Please," you implore her. "I know it's habit."

"Are you two alright?" Geralt asks from right at your back.

"We are, thank you. Just another nightmare," her voice gets thick at the explanation. You know it hurts her that there isn't anything she can do but be there to comfort him when they come.

You smile sadly and nod. "We'll let you be, then. Do try to get some rest. He'll be okay," you reassure her.

You pull the door nearly closed and wind up with Geralt firmly at your back.

You turn into him but he doesn't seem to mind as he just looks down at you nearly pressed against his chest. You try to budge him to turn and move back down the hall but he doesn't waver. After a second, he relents and steps to the side, allowing you to go back down the hallway first.

It isn't until you come up on the throne room that Geralt speaks again.

"Might I have a word with you?" he asks.

You stop and turn to eye him as he stands at the entryway of the door.

"Now?" you question.

He nods once, "Now."

You approach him trepidatiously, and as you near, he gestures you in the room before him, extending his arm, "Princess."

Your eyes narrow again. And you turn on him, watching as he enters the room behind you. "Why do you keep doing that?"

"What am I doing?"

"Princess? Your Highness?" you quote him.

"I assumed you preferred it to your true title," he tilts his head at you.

"True title," you scoff, rolling your eyes. "I prefer no title at all."

"And what shall I call you then?"

You remind him your name, not that he really needs to be reminded. You know he knows it full well.

He considers you, then closes in on where you stand in front of the throne.

You don't move back, no, you quite like the closeness when he doesn't reek of death and innards.

Geralt seems to appreciate your resolve, his lips twitching with the beginnings of a smile as he studies your face.

"It's a beautiful name," he speaks lowly, taking another step into your space and raising his hand to gently caress your cheek before he leans in to speak against your ear. Your hands touch his solid stomach in an attempt to keep yourself upright, you can feel the muscles as they flex under your delicate graze. "I think I might prefer princess," he husks.

He slips away from you, turning to take a seat on the throne instead. You follow his movements and turn yourself to face him. You're stunned and completely set ablaze all at once.

"Well I don't."

"No," he smirks, agreeing with you, one large hand settling on his thick thigh as he spreads his legs, "you don't."

"It's too bad," he tsks, his voice a smooth rumbling. "No title, no throne."

"I don't want any throne."

Your eyes are glued to his thighs as he brings attention to his lap by rubbing the muscle there.

"None?" he asks before his gaze shifts directly on you, his mesmerizing stare burning into you. His voice lowers deeper than you've ever heard as a desperate longing shoots through you once again, resounding deep in your core. "Not even mine?"

Your mouth goes dry and your brain fuzzy as you take in his meaning.

Unthinking, you step toward him closer.

"You mean to defile the very one you sit on?"

"You don't seem to care for it much anyway."

Another step.

You are nearly stood between his spread legs, carefully you reach out a hand, your fingers light on his thigh. You feel his muscle then, flicking your eyes up. His gaze is dark and heated.

"That's true enough," you say, your voice breathy in a near whisper.

You gasp as your suddenly pulled closer by Geralt's rough hands around your waist. You can feel him through the thin fabric of your shift and its only then you realize how much of your figure he has seen thanks to your nightwear.

"Truer still," he speaks, "I don't mean to defile this throne." He squeezes your plush waist, groping you through your shift as your hands latch onto his solid shoulders. "I mean to defile you."

He manages to pull you onto his lap with little effort, leaning in to crash his lips into yours.

You kiss him back hungrily, chasing his lips as you settle on his lap. Your fingers wind in his hair and you can feel his cock growing beneath you through the material of his pants.

His hands slide down your waist and over your wide hips, reaching for the hem of your shift and pulling it up. His tongue slips past your lips and you moan, shifting your hips atop him.

You pull away, reaching for your dress and pulling it over your head, discarding it behind your back.

Geralt holds you closer, letting his lips explore your heavy breasts as you allow your head to fall back in pleasure, your hands returning to his hair.

"Geralt," you breathe, pulling him off you after a moment.

"Mm," he hums, kissing the swell of your breast once more before he moves to free himself from the restraint of his pants. He knows what you’ve both been wanting for days. What you need.

One heavy hand returns to your back, holding you by your waist while his other grips his red, throbbing cock.

He moves his tip up and down your slick center, making you whimper as he teases you - his cockhead rubbing delightfully against your sensitive clit.

He watches your face scrunch in rapture and holds you tighter to stop your wiggling about as you whimper.

He smiles smugly to himself and when you're just about to open your mouth to protest his teasing, he finally pulls you down on top of him. The sound that escapes you is music to his ears as you grasp onto him, your nails digging into the muscle of his back as your walls squeeze and stretch to accommodate his thick length, the size of him almost too much for you to take.

"Fuck," he groans as your walls tighten around him. He gives you a moment before he begins to urge you to move. He guides your hips, slow and sensually. The feeling of his hands on you motivates you to try and ride him yourself. And you do try, but you cry out again at how big he is, how fully he is stuffing you. You can barely move.

Geralt kisses you as he holds you closer, taking pity on your tight cunt and instead he moves his hands to your soft hips again. He holds you on top of him securely before he begins to fuck up into you.

You mewl as he jostles you, bouncing you up and down his cock, your breasts moving in time.

You pull on his hair, forcing him to look up from where his gaze was fixed, watching his own cock as he stretched you out for him, watching as your cunt took as much of him in as she could, up to your hooded lust filled gaze. You lean into him, chest to chest as you kiss him fervently. His lips follow yours as you taste one another. You nip at his lip and he growls, his hands gripping the ample flesh of your ass, "Keep that up," he snarls.

"And you'll what?" you breathe heavily, eyes screwed shut, jaw tight as you deadbrain on the pleasure coursing through you.

Your answer is a harsh thrust of his cock inside of you, stealing your breath while he slaps your ass, your flesh stinging from the force.

"Oh, fuck," you whimper debauchedly, your velvety walls squeezing him ever tighter as you feel yourself growing closer with every bounce. The tip of him hitting exactly where you need it to. Your body is on fire and you are loving every second of it. The feeling of him inside of you, of his hands squeezing and caressing you everywhere he can, of his lips demanding yours for more.

His grunts are growing louder and his thrusts more powerful, you kiss him hard in an effort to quiet him some, but you can feel what is coming.

Geralt is near slamming you down on top of him, the sound of your ass slapping against his thick thighs mix with the salacious sounds coming from you both and of your slick wetness as you're worked up and down his shaft, your cunt taking him better and better with each thrust.

Your hands move to hold his face, your noses brush as you breathe each other's air, lips touching just slightly.

"Geralt, I'm,"

"I know," he pants harshly, concentrated before taking your lips in his. You whimper pathetically as the coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter. He keeps you moving a top him, your clit being stimulated with every brush of your hips over his, and then with another deep thrust it snaps before you can speak. Your voice is an empty high then silent squeak as your legs tremble and your eyes roll back. Are you even breathing? Your walls clench down on Geralt's cock and he finally allows himself to reach his own high as your tight walls flutter around him, squeezing him perfectly. You ride the waves of ecstasy as his come spills inside of you. You feel him shudder beneath you and it only adds to your feeling of weightlessness, stars in your eyes as you feel, think, breathe nothing but him.

You part from his lips and your bodies are slick with sweat as you both pant heavily. Geralt holds you to him as he softens inside of you, his forehead pressed to yours as your hand comes behind his neck, holding him to you in kind.

Your lips mimic a kiss but neither of you lean in close enough to actually do it. You work to catch your breath and settle for a minute before you finally break the quiet.

"Do I still owe you your coin?" you breathe, smiling when Geralt laughs in your face. You reach to move a stray strand of hair from his face, holding his cheek gently once you do.

Your stare into one another's eyes for a long moment, just breathing and being close.

"Where will you be off to in the morning?" you ask, hoping your solemn tone isn't as audible as it sounded to you.

"Don't know," he shakes his head, eyes straying to your lips.

You take a breath and pull his face closer to kiss him softly.

"I envy you, you know."

"Don't."

You huff a humorless laugh, readjusting yourself on his lap. "Not because you're a witcher. You may not have the most enviable life, but at least you have one. I've never made it past the most exterior gates," you smile sadly, playing with the hairs on his chest as you avoid his eye now.

"I suppose I'll have the chance, now, though. Thanks to you."

"And where will you go?" he asks.

Your gaze floats up to his and you repeat his previous answer. "I don't know. But I won't stay here. This kingdom is..." you shake your head. "I don't belong here. Never felt like I did. But I made a promise to my mother when I was young, and another to my father before he passed. I know I've let them down," you swallow the rise of emotion threatening to overcome you, "but alas, the fall of a kingdom is ever inevitable. Especially under such rule as my own."

"I've heard word of your rule from many. You're known to be kind. Caring. Protective, even. I don't believe you've failed. I think you were exactly the kind of ruler you should have been, who you needed to be. But perhaps it's a good thing you won't be forced any longer into holding power you don't desire. You're now free to do as you wish."

"I am," you nod lightly in agreement. "If only I knew where to start,” you muse with an uneasy laugh.

His hand runs up your back comfortingly; he's pensive, deep in thought for a long moment before he speaks.

"If you ready your things, I don't think Roach would mind a travel companion of her own. She seems to have taken to Belfast… I'm not sure she'd be ready to part with him so soon, anyway."

"Is that so?" you ask him, faux curiosity playing in your voice.

"And Jaskier is easier to take when I'm not the only one he has around to bother."

"Right," you nod, fighting your soft smile.

"And of course your coin would be useful as well."

"Of course," you exaggerate your agreement. "…Geralt, are you getting at something here?"

"Just that, if you want to join us…you might."

You lean into him again, thumb rubbing along his stubble lining his cheek, and this time he kisses you first. More gently than you expect. You can’t help your smile now.

You part lightly and breathe,

"I hope you mean that, Witcher. Because I just might."

[penwieldingdreamer]

Hello, could I request Henry x plus size reader? Plot wise she's nervous about them dating because he's him, she plus size and still gets nervous when he touches certain spots or tries to turn the lights on during sexy times. Just a little fluff.

Thank you for the request, so I hope this was what you had in mind for the request and that you all like it. Let me know what you think and as always have fun and happy reading.

Warnings: fluff, body shaming

Words: 1587

Henry Cavill deserves someone beautiful. 

He needs someone that is in the business and looks a thousand times better than her. 

The fat ugly cow will only just pull him down, he should be with an actress or a model, someone to get him better roles. 

You felt the tears roll down your cheeks when you read the hurtful words in the comment section of the latest article featuring Henry and you. He was very private, not often letting people see you with him, but sometimes it was impossible to not be photographed. 

Just like the time you were grocery shopping and Henry was gone to get some meat for dinner while you browsed the ice cream aisle for that dessert you had wanted to try for some time now. 

"Look at her." You turned to watch two women deeply interested in the low fat milk, yet still whispering about you. "She shouldn't be even there, she's going to get more fat from that. Maybe some training would work wonders."

The other one snickered behind her hand. "I don't think training alone will work on that, she'd have to be treated to water and bread to get that weight off. I can't believe he's still dating her after those months. The women he had before were more beautiful than her, I heard he's been looking elsewhere, with the actress from his new show, his co-star."

You felt your stomach churn and your heart constrict as the tears gathered in your eyes. There was no rhyme or reason why people were cruel to others they didn't even know, just because you had a few pounds more than those beanstalks it didn't mean you were any less of a human. You knew that and everyone, including Henry tried to tell you the same, but there still was that voice in the back of your head nagging that you would never be beautiful enough, never be good enough, never be better enough for someone like Henry. When he came to your side, the two chicks just sent you a dark look and being everything else but satisfied that he hadn't left you yet. 

How you got so lucky to date him you didn't even know. 

"Darling?" he called and you could hear Kal's claws clicked on the hardwood floor and you hastily closed your laptop and brushed at your wet cheeks, not wanting Henry to see what you had been up to while he was gone for a walk with the Akita and got his suit for the Witcher premiere in London the following week. "I got you something." 

He came into the living room, seeing you comfortable sitting on the couch with a book in your lap. It only took him one good look and a raised eyebrow before he came to sit beside you, asking what was wrong when he noticed your red rimmed eyes and blotchy cheeks. 

You shook your head. Trying to force the corners of your lips into a reassuring smile. "Nothing baby, I just-uhm-this passage was so sad and, well, you know me I always cry at something like this." 

"Sure, but I think it's easier to read when you turn the book upright." Henry held it out for you and you couldn't stop the tears from falling again. Instantly, he pulled you into his chest, slinging his strong arms around you and laid soft kisses onto your hair.

"I got you, baby, it's okay." 

The sobs wracked your body and you heard Kal's whine coming from his owner's side, not knowing what was happening but feeling your distress. Henry's hand calmly brushed over your shoulder as you slung your arms around his waist, somehow hoping to disappear inside his body and never to be bothered again. 

It took you awhile, but when you finally had calmed down and had given the Akita enough pats and ear scratches to reassure him that you were okay, you took a deep breath, brushing under your nose which was stuffy and sticky from all the crying you did before. 

"Are you going to tell me what's going on now?" 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nodded your head, your cheek rubbing against the wet patch on your boyfriends Krypton Lifting Team shirt. "I saw that article online, about us walking with Kal and well I-I saw the comments and I just, just needed to know what they think."

"Y/N, please darling, don't listen to anything they are saying about you." He gently pulled your head of his chest, his big warm hands cupping your cheeks so you could look at him. "I told you before, they don't mean shit to us, all we need" 

"But it's true, Henry." you insisted, pushing his hands away from you and standing up. "You could be with someone else, someone that doesn't shy away when you try to touch them or-or is confident enough to have sex while the lights are on." You paced around the living room, your rant only just starting when he tried to stop you. "You should be looking out for career, be seen with someone like Freya or Anya, they are right for you, not the fat cow living in a fairy tale until it's 12pm and the glass slippers fall off."

Standing up, Henry joined you, clasping the hand that was nervously picking at  the dry patches of skin on your lips. "Y/N, you should see what I see everyday that I'm looking at you. Kal loves you, you're his dog-mum, my brothers and parents adore you. I love you, every day since I met you there was nothing else on my mind but running my hands over your curves, smelling that divine scent of the shampoo you use, it's amazing by the way," you couldn't help the watery chuckle that left your mouths as you listened to his rant. "The business is tough, I should know that, more so than you ever should know it. I'm sorry I haven't protected you since, I wanted to keep you safe by trying to hide you, which was a dumb thought honestly." Henry shrugged his big shoulders, but sent you a toothy grin. "But maybe we should start doing what everyone does and make it official. You're amazing and you love cooking, rugby and gaming just as much as I do. I don't care if you still get nervous and fidgety when I touch you, we can work through that. And sex with the lights of is great, don't you know that other senses are heightened when you can't see, makes it even better."

Closing your eyes, you felt the smile tugging at the corner of your lips. Moving closer, you leaned into his embrace, breathing in his after shave and listening to his steady heartbeat. Henry's arms tightened around your body and he laid a sweet kiss onto your forehead mumbling something. "What did you say?" you asked when you looked up at him. 

"I said 'the only thing that's more incredible than your smile is, when you smile at me'." Brushing your hands along his stubbled jaw you smiled up at him. "Ah, see, there it is. I love you Y/N, never doubt that and never let anyone else tell you that you're not worthy just because you're not as unhealthy thin as them."

Cocking your head to the side with Kal copying you, you looked at the actor, your fingers gliding through his dark locks. "Are you Henry now or are you Geralt? I mean your voice got deeper and I just...you know I can't resist you when you do that." 

"Oh is that so?" 

You nodded your head and a second later loud laugh left you when Henry lifted you and spun you around, soundly kissing your lips. 

***

"You don't need to be nervous, just stay with me and everything is okay." Nodding your head, your hand tightly clasped Henry's, the other laid on his arm, feeling the smooth fabric of his black suit under your skin. "I love you, darling, and you know Anya and Freya adore you like a sister."

"I do, it's just different from walking down the street in your shirt and my baggy sweats." you laughed, earning a chuckle from your boyfriend. 

He grinned down at you and released your hand, moving it behind your back to draw you into his side, your hands finding their way to his broad chest and back. "It is different because you look so fucking hot in this dress and I can't wait to get you home to show you how much it turns me on." 

Judging by his reaction you were glad you had opted for the light crystallized dress Henry's stylist had told you to wear because it really went well with your curvy figure. When you finally moved up on the red carpet the actor waved at the photographers before he leaned down and kissed you soundly on the lips, claiming you openly as his girlfriend. The reporters went wild, the clicking of the camera shutters and your own heartbeat rushed in your ears and you could faintly hear the delighted squeals of Freya, Anya and even Joey from beside you. Henry had done what he promised, he made it official and clear that you were his and he would do so until you would feel confident enough to be comfortable enough in your own wonderful body that he loved even more now.

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[chaneajoyyy]

Do you know any good Henry Cavill & Black reader/OC fics?

HENRY CAVILL X BLACKREADER/OC FICS

-  waiting game, all nighter, make me, everything i want, henry cavill headcanons, mob!bosshenry blurbs, dadd!henry x little!reader blurbs, wolf!henry, sugardaddy!henry x reader blurbs/aesthetics-  @honeychicanawrites

- hc: uncovering the truth (august walker x black!reader), we meet again, take care, when we were young ( part of the all i ask series with chris evans), if you don’t know, let’s have a baby, worth it, the reader is touch startved and henry cavil finally gives what she wants and she’s just begging under him, “oooooh what do you think henry cavivlls kinks and turn ons would be”, “freaky saturday henry cavill fiding out about your superman kink”, and the then there was you, “did i hear was freaky saturday for henry cavill him finding out you have a size kink and voice kink (cause i’m only 5′2) black, headcanon: day off, unexpected pleasantries, headcanon: soul food-  @plussizeappreciationfics (search: henry cavill x plus size reader)

- tolerance, offset, vacationing with henry, bratty imagine, afterglow, wet kisses, easier, the rules series, make me, unteachable series, reward, the cavill brigade series or brigade series, marked series, traitor, mile high club, pampering henry, white blank pages, wild ideas and assholes- @laketaj24

- undeniable attraction series- @emjayewrites

-control- @smuttywriter

- keep your eyes on me- @tgigoldie

-dog love, dangerous man, live gone wrong, here for you, pay him a visit, i hate that i love you series, won’t be apart series, fall for you series, bad for you  series (august walker x reader)- @dangerouslovefanfic

- prety boy series (search henry cavill x reader)- @sparklemichele

- f*** your contract, self service, battle royal: america’s ass vs. england’s ass (with chris evans),  moon series (clark kent/superman x reader),  i love you two series (with chris evans-sequel to captain amerca vs. superman), - @royallyprincesslilly

- how you met series, movie night, daddy’s day, sweet baby, super baby, the hoodie, the call series, five more minutes, blue tank top, sundy mornings, see you soon series (august walker x reader), the great escape (august walker x reader), the meeting (august walker x reader),clark kent vs. series (clark kent x reader), dark clark kent series (clark kent x reader)-  @angrythingstarlight

- bathing and cuddling him, heliping him relax; “your lips are warm”, daddy!henry letting his girl suck his fingers, “woudl you like to write a fluffy henry x curvy!reader please? she lives in the same area as him and one morning his dog comes into her garden and they’ve lots of fun together and she feeds him, etc. kal goes home and this goes on for a bit until henry starts to worry because his dog doesn’t see, to eat all his food. one day he decides to follow the dog, and just the fluffiest story ever with maybe a passionate kiss please?”-  @crushed-pink-petals-writes (search: henry cavill x black reader)

- i like you underneath me, all blurbs- @punani

-nerd vs. nerd series, not better...but different (geralt of rivia x reader) - @nachtaiwrites

- dog days series, all blurbs and headcanons, text covos, twitter and ig aus related to the story, metropolis (clark kent x oc), all related content to the story@lady-olive-oil

***THIS IS WHO I HAVE SO FAR. PLEASE DON’T HESISTATE TO HIT ME UP TO ADD YOU**

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Henry-Geralt Finally Gets His Girl

Characters: Henry dressed as Geralt X Reader, his longtime friend and secret crush.

word count: 5233 words

Warnings: graphic smut and fluff. for readers 18+ only

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Witcher characters nor the show itself, nor any of the sports teams mentioned. The female character is of my own invention.

*** Thanks to @littlefreya​ for inspiring me to try to write my first Henry fanfic! hope you all like it, please reblog if you do. ;)

You and Henry had been good friends for years. You secretly had a crush on him, but never told him. You were ecstatic to finally get to work together on Witcher and it is amazing! Yes, you are only an extra, but it is still fun to be on set with him clowning around between takes.

Yesterday afternoon you two started filming a series of scenes with other actors. You only were needed for a few shots, he had filming that would last through the night till early morning. The two of you had agreed to meet for breakfast once he finished filming and got cleaned up.

You had gone to bed late as it was hot and humid out and the AC in your trailer sucked. You tossed and turned all night and didn’t fall asleep till after midnight. You had forgotten to lock your trailer door when you went to bed and Henry stopped by when he finished filming to see if you were still up. You had left your kitchen light on so when he knocked, and no one answered he opened the door and peeked in.

Not seeing anyone, and with how late it was, he became concerned. He was still in his full Geralt gear and knew he should really go take it off first, but he wanted to see you now to make sure you were safe. He quietly stepped into your trailer and shut the door.

Henry walked over to the kitchen and looked around on that end of the trailer for you calling your name… no answer.

He quietly headed for the other end of your trailer and a small gasp left his mouth when he saw you laying on your bed, on your belly, in nothing but your panties. Your hair is up in a bun, and he chuckled when he saw the stubby pencil you tend to use, holding it in place. Little whisps of hair are sticking to your face and neck and your skin is covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Your cheeks pink from the heat.

Henry himself was soaking wet with sweat from the heat and the heavy costume. He quietly entered your room and closed the door. He stood in the doorway admiring you as he slowly and quietly removed his costume. He had always loved you and harbored a secret crush on you.

He has seen you in a swimsuit before, and it always made him grin because he could oogle you and you wouldn’t care, and often teased him for doing so. But this was different. You were in the privacy of your trailer, in your bed, sprawled on your belly, draped over your body pillow.

God, he wanted to be in the place of that body pillow right now and could feel himself getting harder the longer he looked at you. Henry pulled off his damp, smelly shirt and tossed it on the floor. Then he leaned against the wall and tugged off the leather pants, groaning quietly when his swollen member bounced free of it’s restraint. He left the pants on the floor and slowly climbed onto the bed next to you.

You didn’t even flinch or stir. He grinned realizing you were in a deep sleep. He lay there next to you for a bit, studying your body, each curve and angle. After a while, the sunlight began to peek through the window, illuminating the curtains. Henry spooned you as you had shifted off the pillow slightly and were laying on your left side. Your left arm was curled under the pillow, your right arm and leg still draped over the top of said pillow.

Henry gently began to caress your body and slid his member along your crotch. He could feel the heat radiating off you and your crotch was already damp. He gently started kissing your shoulder and arm as he rubbed himself against you.

You moaned quietly, but didn’t wake. He grinned and continued to worship your curvy body, enjoying how you felt against him. You fit him perfectly as the little spoon to his big spoon. He tucked his thick thighs up against each of your legs, and caressed your right leg down the outer side and when he reached your knees, he turns his large hand to caress your inner thigh, bringing his hand back up to the junction of your leg and torso. His gentle caresses caused your moans to become a little louder the closer he got to your core. He continued to rub his member at your entrance over your sopping wet panties, grinning wickedly now, wanting you so badly.

His hand caressed your mound and stroked your clit through the fabric, making you take little gasps each time his fingers crossed over it. You were quickly unraveling with his ministrations. Slowly waking to him worshipping you.

You groaned as his hand moved up your torso, fingers splayed wide. He reached your breasts and gently caressed their undersides before gently cupping your right one and tracing it’s shape in ever smaller circles until he reached your pert nipple poking up through the fabric. He took it in his deft fingers and began to roll it between thumb and finger. Your head flopped back against Henry’s broad, hairy chest and your eyes stay shut as you moan his name.

You knew it was him, just by his scent, the way his body fit against you. He’s held you from behind before as he stood behind you between takes. He seemed to enjoy resting his chin on your head or shoulder and just wrap his arms around you in a hug. It always made your heart skip beats when he did it, but waking up to this??? OH GOD! It was amazing!!!

Henry grinned widely when you flopped your head against his chest and moaned out his name. “Mornin’ sunshine!” He rumbled in your ear. “Do you like your wake up call?” he asked as he nibbled your ear.

“Mmmmmhmmm. You can do this any time you like, Hen.” You mumbled and reached back to run your hands in his hair, expecting to feel his soft, shorter curly locks. Your eyes flew open though when you felt his long, white Geralt wig.

He chuckled and grinned wickedly at you, his golden eyes twinkling; then slowly he moved his hand down and slipped it under your panties.

“Ooooohhh Henryyy!” you exclaimed as he inserted a finger into your moist cavern, making your eyes roll back and close.

“MMmmmmmmm, your fingers feel so good!” you mumbled.

Henry leaned down and kissed you since you had turned your head to look at him when you felt his wig on your fingers. He moaned into the kiss as he slid his finger into you and felt how wet you were. “SO wet, my dear. Is it all for me?” he moaned after breaking the kiss.

You opened your eyes and smiled. “All for you, Hen. Or should I say Geralt?” you giggled. He chuckled and began to pull his finger out, making you whimper.

He grinned and pulled his hand out of your panties then put it in his mouth, sucking off your juices. “Mmmmm, honey, you taste good!” he rumbled, leaning down and nuzzling your neck. “Will you let me taste more of you, Hun?” he whispers in your ear.

He felt you shiver, despite the heat. You nodded and his hand moved down; he gently pulled your panties down to your knees. You pulled your knees up and kicked the panties off the end of the bed, making Henry chuckle.

He began to rub his now painfully hard cock against your entrance, making you moan his name.

“Or would you rather I fill you with this?” he rumbled into your ear as he cupped your mound, teasing your entrance with the head of his meaty cock.

“Oh God, Henry, you’re such a fucking tease!” you reply. “God, do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” you mumbled as he continued to torment your pussy and clit.

“Probably as long as I’ve wanted you, Y/n.” he replied quietly in your ear. “I’ve wanted you since I first saw you, y/n, all those years ago.” He said. “I was shy about asking you to be my girl. You were always saying we were just friends or you were already with a guy, and I was too scared to ask you out when you were single.” He rumbled as he pushed a finger back into you, earning a tantalizing moan from you.

“Now, my sweet, you are once again single, and I have you here. It’s just the two of us, now…no playing hard to get, I want more than just friendship with you. Tell me, Sweetheart, will you be my girl? Tell me, what you want me to do with you?” he purred in your ear, nuzzling your neck and enjoying the scent of your hair.

You nodded and rumbled a long, low moan as he began to finger fuck you, slowly stretching your tight pussy; adding fingers as he did so. He chuckled at your low moan. “You sound like you’re purring, Love. Are you my kitten?” he purred in your ear as he picked up the pace a little with his fingers.

“I’ll be what ever you like, Hen, just please, have your way with me and stop teasing me like this!” you replied with another low, long moan, “oohhhhhhhhhh God, pleaseeee!”

“Since you asked nicely, Kitten…” he murmured and pulled out his fingers from you, licking your nectar off of them; and started to enter you from behind. You both let out a long, low moan as he pushed himself into your tight walls, slowly stretching you with his girth.

“Oh God, Kitten, you’re so hot and wet and tight! Fuck, woman I’ve waited for this for SO long!” he said through clenched teeth as he sheathed himself fully into you, his tip resting against your cervix.

You began to swivel your hips, grinding your ass into him and he lets out a rumbling, deep moan as he felt the head of his cock swivel around your cervix. “God, Kitten! That feels amazing!” he exclaimed as he started to suck your neck, leaving marks as he moved down to your shoulder and began to thrust in and out of you slowly as he gripped your curvy hip with his massive hand and squeezing your ass cheeks. You knew you’d have bruises there later on in the day.

You twist your upper body so you can see his face better, making his eyebrow raise at your limberness, but he quickly grinned, realizing he can now fuck you and suck your breasts. He looked at your lovely face, and leaned down to kiss you in a passionate kiss. Rumbling at the pleasure of it all.

You grin and return the kiss with equal passion. “Fuck me Henry. Make me come.” You tell him.

“I will, Kitten, but first we’re gonna enjoy this.” He leaned down and began to suckle your breasts as he looked up at you with his huge gold eyes giving you a look resembling a love sick puppy adoring it’s owner.

You giggle. “It’s so weird, Henry. I know it’s you, but you still look like Geralt with that wig and the gold contacts. It’s like your fulfilling my two dream kinks at one time!”

He gave you a harder thrust. “I think I’m filling more than just your two kinks, love.” He teased. “So, you have a thing for Geralt?” he mused.

You nodded, “In case you haven’t noticed, Hen, there are thousands of woman who have a thing for Geralt, not just me, and they would love to be in my place right now! Oh God!!! Having him wake them up like this and fucking them till they can’t walk straight.” You informed him and began to giggle. “Most would say it’s a dream come true!” you giggled.

Henry laughed and said, “Well, sweetheart I’m all yours and you’re the only one who will get this ‘dream come true’. Now, is that what you want, Kitten? Want me to fuck you till you can’t walk straight, now that I’ve woken you and still look like Geralt?” he said raising an eyebrow and looking at you mischievously as he went back to suckling your other breast.

“I’m yours, Hen, do whatever you like with me, but no backdoor entry!” you tell him. “You’re too big for that!” you teased.

He grinned, “I’m not into that, Hun, so no worries there.” He chuckled.

Leaning back, he picked up your right leg, lifted it to his right shoulder and began to kiss it from your ankle to your knee, then he brought it over his head, ducking as he did so, and rested it on his left shoulder, placing kisses on it again on the inside of your leg from ankle to knee. He groaned as he felt your walls tighten around his painfully hard member as he pivoted you from your side to your back.

Keeping your leg on his shoulder he took it in both of his large hands and began to thrust in and out of you. Your eyes roll back in your head and you moan, “Oh God, Henry, aaaahhh, that feels amazing! God, you fill me so fucking full!” you praised him, moaning and grabbing the blankets.

He moaned and nodded, trying to make himself last.

Then he lowered your leg and leaned over you, resting on his elbows, which he placed just above your shoulders. You wrapped your arms under his armpits and reached up and grabbed the back of his massive shoulders. You giggled as the white hair from his wig caressed your shoulder and face.

Henry looked down into your twinkling eyes with his gold ones and his heart melted with joy. He peppered your face with kisses as he held your head in his massive hands. His fingers weaving into your hair and loosening your pencil-held bun, making you giggle more. Then he began to fuck you, picking up the pace and you hung on to him as he rutted into you. His wide thighs pushing your legs open wide. Your room filled with grunts and moans and groans as he fucked you fast and hard. “I’m close, Kitten, you comin’ with me?” he grunted out, nipping your neck.

You wrapped your legs around his, pinning them against you, and you gripped his shoulders tightly, digging your nails in, as you came... hard and cried out his name. Your walls clenched hard around his girth and he roared and arched his body at the sensation and came hard, your name on his luscious lips. His member throbbed inside you as he rammed it into you a few more times, as your walls milked him and made him spill his seed, filling your cave with warmth. He let out another rumbling groan and collapsed on top of you. His breath ghosting across your face as his head laid near yours, facing you. You grinned as he throbbed inside you, filling you with his seed.

Panting you both lie there for several minutes. Then his hands started caressing your body again. He pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked down at you with a blissful look on his face.

You giggled. “Why Geralt, you look like you just had the most amazing experience ever!” you teased.

Henry grinned, leaned down to your ear and whispered. “He did.” Then nuzzled your neck and started to thrust into you all over again as his member began to harden once more.

You blush beet red at his words, and you grinned. “Henry, don’t tease like that.” You said as his hair brushed your face.

He lifted his head and looked at you puzzled. His gold eyes searching yours for a moment. “I wasn’t teasing, Kitten.” He replied.

“You are amazing, you feel amazing, and it was the best lovemaking I’ve ever had. I’ve waited years to make love to you and fuck you till you can’t see straight!” He told you very seriously. “And now I want more of it. You’ve hooked, me darling. Hook, line and sinker! I’m addicted to you, babe.” he grinned.

“So now I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk straight and we’ll both be happy campers. Then you and I will go find some breakfast for you … after I have mine by feasting at your pussy and making you come repeatedly.” He informed you with a mischievous look.

“Oh God! How did I ever get so lucky, Henry? I never thought you were interested in me other than a friend.” You replied as you cup his face and caressed his chiseled cheeks.

He grinned and started sliding in and out of you lazily. “I’ve always enjoyed your company, Kitten, but you were either dating someone, or just had come off of a bad relationship and I didn’t want to pressure you and be the rebound guy. But having you on set every day, seeing you, I came to realize I wanted to risk asking you for more than just friendship.

I love how you tuck right into me. I can stand behind you and hold you comfortably, kiss you, pick you up, carry you around, and I’ve always loved and admired the you on the inside. You’re smart, funny, friendly and kind. You brighten my days and I want to enjoy my nights with you too, if you will let me.” He confessed as he made love to you and worshiped your body with his cock, his hands, lips, tongue and teeth.

He had you writhing under his ministrations, panting and wanting more. “MMMMmnnnnnnmmmm.” You moan as he started to pick up the pace with his thick member. Ramming it into your tight, hot pussy. Then suddenly he pulled out and leaned back and sat on his heels.

You whined and opened your eyes. “On your knees, Kitten.” He said to you huskily; hand on his cock, stroking himself while he waited for you to turn over. You looked at this big, massive man, watching you with gold contacts in and white Witcher hair hanging in shambles around his face. It’s coming loose from the tie holding it in place and looked like he had just finished a battle, except he was free of blood and gore splatters. He looked at you impatiently and raised an eyebrow.

“You gonna turn for me Kitten, or am I gonna have to make you turn over?” he questioned. Looking stern.

You grinned and turned over. “That’s a good Kitty.” He replied, petting your back and enjoying the softness of your skin. He grabbed your hips and dragged you towards him across the bed. He backed up off the bed and knelt on the floor, pulling you to the edge of the mattress.

You gasped when he leaned in and started to feast at your pussy eagerly; licking, tasting, nibbling every inch he could get. Fucking you hungrily with his tongue, making you produce the most tantalizing sounds he had ever heard from a woman’s lips. You were a sopping wet mess by the time he had his fill of you, making you come repeatedly and not letting up between each orgasm. He drank your sweet nectar greedily. His stubble adding to the erotic feeling.

Suddenly he stood and plunged his meaty cock into your depth. The angle he had you at…. Dear god! It felt unbelievable! He growled at the feeling of your tight walls encasing him and drawing him deeper and deeper into you. He began to pound in and out of you, unintentionally rubbing that little patch of skin between your pussy and your ass hole with his thumb as he held your ass cheeks open so he could watch himself slipping in and out of you; making you mewl louder.

Henry grinned hugely when he discovered by accident that you enjoyed the friction and pressure there on that little spot. Once he realized that pleasured you as much as him playing with your clit, oh hell! You were done for. He took advantage of that knowledge and made good use out of it! Over and over he brought you to the edge of orgasm, then backed off, then pounded into you and brought you to the edge again. Finally, after your begging, he let you come.

He didn’t come though, wanting you to ride him to completion. He wanted to be in the place of that damnable pillow you were cuddling with when he came in and found you asleep!

He pulled out of you as you dropped onto the bed, panting and on cloud nine. He grinned, caressed your sweaty body, climbed onto the bed and piled your pillows against the headboard. He rested against it and stroked himself, waiting for you to return to the present. When you did, and looked up at him, he had a smug look on his face and said, “My turn, Kitten. Come ride me. See if you can make me cum in your tight little pussy.” He challenged, his eyes gleaming and twinkling with mischief despite the contacts.

You just stared at him for a minute trying to regain your breath and your senses. “How the fucking hell did this wonderful man know your deepest fantasies? You never told ANYONE you wanted to fuck Geralt the Witcher and ride him till he cums in your tight pussy! Yet here he is, naked in your bed, having fucked you till you can’t see or walk straight, and now is leaning against your headboard, inviting you to ride him and try to make him come?!?”

You grinned and started to crawl up the bed towards his body, now that the adrenaline is starting to pump through you once again with excitement. He gave you a slight smirk and brought his hands up behind his head, clearly relaxed and confident he will have his way with you.

You paused and then smirked. “Close your eyes.” You told him. “You aren’t allowed to open them until I say so. If you do, then I won’t ride you and you’ll have to jerk off to get relief.” You warned him.

He looked surprised for a minute, then growled. “Is my kitten challenging me?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

You grinned, “No, Your kitten wants to make sure you are thoroughly pleased by her and only her.” You replied.

He kept his eyebrow raised, but closed his eyes, a slight smirk rested upon his tight lips. You grinned and pulled open the drawer on your nightstand. Reaching in, you pulled out a pair of leather cuffs, with a short section of thick wires between them. You straddled Henry’s lap, and reached behind him. You wrapped the cuffs around the bedframe then open the first cuff. Your breast is right by his mouth and you grinned. “Open your mouth, Hen.” You tell him. He does and you lean into him and your nipple rubs against his lips.

He grinned and began to suck it. His hands started to move, and you stopped him. “Leave your hands behind your head or I stop.” He froze and growled. You shivered as the growl reverberated through your body. He brought his hands back behind his head. You slipped the first cuff on and he growled again as you buckle it around his massive wrist. Then you pulled away from him and your breast left his mouth with a ‘pop’ sound.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” he asks as he felt you fumbling with the other cuff as you opened it. “Making sure I’m the one pleasuring you.” You replied with a smirk. He raised his eyebrow and shifted under you. You feel his cock at your entrance. You shift away from his stiff member.

“Naa aah. Henry… you asked me to ride you, now let me do it my way. You’ve had me your way, now it’s my turn.” You said seductively into his ear as you wrapped the cuff around his other wrist. You nibbled his ear and heard him groan a deep, rumbling groan that made his chest vibrate against you.

“I promise, Henry, I will make you and Geralt very happy men by the time I am done with you.” You purred into his ear. He groaned again and nodded.

You shifted on him and pushed his knees back down to the bed. You slid back and pushed his legs apart as you nestled between them, gently caressing his massive thighs that were dusted with dark hair.  When you caressed him with your nails, it caused goosebumps to appear on his skin. You grinned and leaned down. His cock was thick and standing at attention, begging to be licked and sucked and fucked.

You traced the length of it with your tongue on the underside. you could feel the thick vein running along the length. Then you left butterfly kisses up and down it’s length. Tracing circles on the head of his cock with your tongue, he let out a low moan of pleasure, “Ohhhh, kitten… you are evil!” he bucked as you take his tip in your mouth and sucked it gently.

You grinned and shoved him all the way into your mouth. His tip sliding down your throat a little. He gasped and moaned when he felt you do this making you grin. You began to hum, and he started to buck wanting more friction. You slowly and tortuously slid your lips back up his length. Twisting your head from side to side as you did so. He groaned your name again and you begin to take him in and out of your mouth. Teasing it like you’d eat a popsicle or an ice cream cone. He was writhing and moaning loudly.

You could feel the tension building up in him and you deep throat him once more, then began to rub the patch of skin between his balls and his ass hole. His eyes flew open, then roll back in his head and he cries out, “Oh GOD! FUCK, Kitten don’t stop!!! Keep your pretty little mouth on my big, meaty cock a little longer!” he begged.

You continued to deep throat him pulling him almost completely out of your mouth only to shove it back in and down your throat. You sucked him hard and with a mighty roar, he came calling your name and throbbed in your mouth; shooting his load of hot, salty cum down your throat. You continued to pump him and deep throat him and rub that patch of skin. He squirmed at your ministrations as you continued to stimulate him, not giving him a moment to recover, and to his surprise you quickly made him come again with another roar of pleasure!

You heard the movement of the hand cuff’s wire against the headboard and looked up. His arms were pulling against it as he strained from the second orgasm. The bar of your headboard bent from his strength, his eyes squeezed shut as he shuddered and unloaded in your mouth. Once he was done, you let him rest briefly from being stimulated. His breaths were in quick pants and you moved up to straddle his lap.

“So, is my Henry and Geralt being happily pleasured, so far?” you purred into his ear as you nibbled his neck and gave him little kisses and love nips, careful not to leave marks.

“Mmmmmhmmm…” he mumbled, breathless.

“Now, do you wish me to still ride you and make you buck and squirm as I do so?” you purred into his ear as you caressed his chest and played with his sensitive nipples.

“Can I open my eyes and watch my beautiful kitten ride me?” he asked, still keeping his eyes closed.

You gently grasped his chin and kissed him soundly. “Yes, my sweet, you may. You’ve been a good sport about this.” You told him and kissed him again.

He moaned into the kiss and as you kissed him; you slid back till you felt his tip at your entrance. You teased it a bit and stuck your tongue into his mouth as you did so, mimicking your pelvis’ movements, teasing his tongue. “Oh, kitten, don’t toy with me much longer, you evil little minx! I may have to punish you for this if you torment me much more!” he says using his Geralt voice.

You shivered and smirked and looked up to see his golden eyes open and watching you intently. You grinned and without warning impaled yourself on him. He roared from the sudden stimulation of your tight pussy encasing him so fast, and he pulled against the restraints, bending the bar on the headboard even more, and bucked up into you.

You grinned and leaned forward as you began to ride him. You took his nipple in your mouth as you did so and begin to suck. His head fell back against the bar of the headboard, and his eyes rolled shut. He moaned your name over and over. His hands strained to touch you and you grinned.

You rode him hard for a little while, then slowed down and started to pivot your hips, swirling his dick around your cervix, and making him purr. You varied the pace and the direction, constantly giving him different simulations, sometimes clenching your walls tightly around him other times relaxing it and letting him move freely inside you.

You felt your orgasm begin to build and you leaned forward. “Pull you knees up and push them together, Love.” You told him.

He opened his eyes and did what you asked. He watched with wide eyes as you began to raise and lower yourself on him as you leaned back and braced yourself against his massive, strong thighs. He was enraptured by the sight of him gliding in and out of you; and since your bun came out and your hair trailed down over your shoulders, it was mesmerizing to watch. You looked like a beautiful, curvy goddess with long, wavy hair caressing your body with each movement. He felt it brushing against his thighs, tickling them and making him grin.

You began to move faster, and he felt yours and his orgasms building. You were both soooooo close to coming.

You leaned forward and gripped the headboard. You flipped a switch on the buckles and they both release his wrists.

Immediately Henry’s hands were on your hips and he was grunting and moving you fast and hard; fucking into you with all he had. Driving you both to completion. You both cried out as you came simultaneously, and you collapsed on top of him.

Grinning that he got what he wanted he thrusted into you a few more times as he throbbed inside of you, filling you again with his hot cum. You both panted and he wrapped you in his big, burly arms and said, “Thank you kitten, for everything!” as he peppered your face with kisses. “I love you to the moon and back!”

“More than you love Roach and Jaskier?” you teased.

He chuckled. “Yes, Kitten, more than Roach and Jaskier.”

“More than you love the Kansas City Chiefs and England Rugby?” you asked wide-eyed.

Henry laughs. “Yes, Kitten more then either of them.”

You grin and nuzzle and snuggle into his embrace.

“Thanks ya big bear for the wonderful wake up call.” You mumbled back to him and returned the kisses as you caressed his chest. “Love ya too, you big tease!” you replied as you snuggled into his embrace.

The two of you laid there in a state of daze for a while, floating on the euphoria the whole experience gave you both. Quickly both your stomachs began to grumble.

He chuckled and tilted his head to look down at you. “Shall we go get some breakfast now?” I need to get the costume, wig and contacts off. I’m gonna hear it from costume, hair and makeup departments for not coming to them right away when I finished filming!” he said sheepishly. “But it was worth it.” He told you with a passionate kiss.

You looked up at him with an unsure look. “You sure?”

“Yes, Kitten, it was definitely worth it! We’ll do it again sometime soon.” He promised.

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[ladyreapermc]

Birthday Challenge Day 27 (2017)

Requested by: @theolsdalova​

Song: Havana by Camila Cabello

Wordcount: 551

Warnings: none

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Notes: apologies for my butchered Spanish. It was sort of on purpose.

Henry wasn’t supposed to get involved with anyone right now. He was in the middle of shooting a movie and staying in Havana only temporarily, but as he went out with some of the cast and crew for a few drinks that weekend, he couldn’t help but be hypnotized by her.

She was dancing by herself, curvy body swaying in time of the melodious and seductive tone of the music playing, her hands on her hair, piling it up on top of her head as if to attract the soft breeze of the ocean. Her blue dress hugging every inch of her body and her pouty lips murmuring the lyrics to herself.

It was the whiskey that gave him liquid courage to approach her, keeping a respectful distance until she noticed him, her lips drawing into a smile, and Henry could feel his heart speeding in his chest with excitement.

“¿Bailas conmigo?” His Spanish wasn’t as good as his Italian, but she seemed to understand, because she nodded, letting go of her hair and offering him her hands.

“¿Puedes bailar salsa?” she asked and he paused for a second, trying to come up with the right words.

“Usted puedes…” he hummed, trying to remember the right word.

“¿Enseñarte?” she offered and Henry guessed she must have understood him, so he just nodded. “You know, I speak English.”

“Oh,” he chuckled, letting her guide his hands to her body and he couldn’t help but notice the heat of her skin. And its softness. “Well, I didn’t want to be one of those people that got to a new place and don’t bother to learn at least a little something.”

“And I appreciate the effort,” she smiled at him, guiding him through the basic steps of the dance.

Henry lost himself in her. Her tinkling laugh and exquisite voice, the smell of her skin, and the touch of her body against his as they swayed together.

She mocked him a little for being too stiff, but slowly he managed to sway his hips as she wanted and soon enough, they were moving across the floor, Henry still stumbling through the steps, but picking up quickly, a frown of concentration on his face as he tried to follow her graceful motions.

“No,” she chided quietly, her thumb caressing over the creases on his brow, making him smile at her, his eyes fixed on the way her lips shaped words. “Relax.”

“You make it seem so easy,” he commented, and once again she chuckled.

“Well, it helps since I’m a dance teacher,” she paused, giving him a knowing smirk. “Maybe you’d like private lessons.”

“I would,” Henry smirked back, exhaling slowly to remain in control as she pressed her back to his front. “But for now, how about a drink?”

She tilted her head back to look at him, her lips drawing into a seductive smile, before she stepped out of his arms and faced him.

“I’m sure your hotel room as good drinks too.” Her perfect eyebrow arched at him and Henry paused, hands still on her hips.

“It does,” he agreed. “But I should tell you, I’ll be leaving at the end of the week.”

“Even more reason not to waste time,” she said, tugging on his hand and leading the way outside.

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[diamondcamefromhell]

Lessons

Fem!Reader x Jaskier

A/N: had this idea while in the shower and lemme tell you i was so excited to write it, please let me know what you think and if you liked it or not i personaly had a blast writing it, even if it got sad in the end, lmao

Summary: Y/N is a female doppler [basically shapeshifter] who knows Jaskier the heartbreaker is in town, and decided to teach him a lesson

Warnings: swearing, a bit of sexual tension, arguing 

Word Count: 3,216

Any and all feedback is really appreciated and can be left anonymously on my ask page <3

Following a witcher might’ve been foolish to anyone else, but me and my friend had an advantage. Simply changing who we are, so Geralt doesn’t suspect a thing. Being a doppler sure had its advantages. Either way, my eyes weren’t on him, it was Jaskier who I was aiming for.

The continent famous bard was more known for his ability to break hearts than his true talent to sing and write. I wanted to give him some taste of his own medicine. While I had no personal stories in regards of being ghosted by him, I was simply bored and out to avenge those who have been hurt. And he was an easy person to teach some important lessons. Maybe next time he will think before he offers the world to a new woman. Maybe they stop being toys to him.

Jaskier and Geralt finally ended up going to a tavern, after walking around Novigrad for hours. Our guess was they didn’t find what they were looking for. But we found them.

We sit across the room from them, as my eyes are glued to Jaskier, I try to pin-point what women find so attractive about him. He simply seemed… average.

“Stop staring or he’ll notice.” Patricia hisses, grabbing my arm. I take my eyes off the bard and look at my friend.

“Who do you recon he’d like?” I ask, as she leans back.

“From what I heard, anyone who resembles a female.” I grin, leaning across the table.

“No, who could break his heart, Pat?” I whisper, as evil grin paints her face and he also leans in.

“Do El.” I lean back, considering.

Elizabeth is a woman I met years ago now. The poor girl only saw her village, but she was a beauty that’s quite rare to see. Curvy in all the right places, long blonde hair, big green eyes, pouty lips. Petite. Even if I saw her only wear rags, when I dressed her up, she would knock any guy down at a simple gaze.

Most importantly, in this case, she also had a brilliant voice. Which I will also have.

“She’ll be perfect.” I stand up, stealing one last look at their table. I notice Geralt give us a quick glance, but he doesn’t seem to be suspicious. I wink at my friend, and purposely loudly exclaim. “I have to go now, see you later Pat.”

I leave the tavern to go around the corner, in the alley where nobody can see me. In mere seconds I am Elizabeth, dressed in a navy gown with a deep enough v to show off her cleavage. I made sure her hair was pinned back and curly with a few lose strands falling on her face. Red lipstick and some liner. I knew she looked stunning.

No. I did.

I go back inside, as many pairs of eyes go to me and I hear some men gasp. I steal a glance at Patricia, who is grinning, though not looking in my direction. I try not to grin myself. I pretend to be looking around, to see Geralt staring at me, and Jaskier too, turned on his chair, eyes on me.

“I can’t believe my eyes!” I exclaim, heading towards the pair. “Are you who I think you are?”

“Have you heard of Geralt of Rivia, and the greatest bard alive, Jaskier?” The bard speaks, smirking, and I see him attempt to keep his eyes on my face, not my chest.

“Oh, I’ve heard plenty of the witchers adventures.” I purr, as Geralt’s lips curl. I offer him a smile, but take my attention to my target. “But of course, all thanks to your ballads, great Jaskier.”

“What is a lady like you doing in such a place?” I shrug, playing with my hair, not breaking eye contact with him.

“Just passing through Novigrad. Thought I’d stop for some wine.” Without an invite, I drop to a seat next to Jaskier, inching closer to him, until our legs touch. He doesn’t pull away, so I smile. “I never expected to run into someone so amazing.”

“I am so flattered.” The bard blushes, as I place my hand on his.

“Could you be so very kind, and give me a live performance?” I plead, as I feel him practically melt at my touch. He stutters something, picking lute from his side.

He springs to his feet, going around the table. I notice Geralt still staring at me, his mouth slightly open, but I ignore him. Not the one I came for, I remind myself. Jaskier strums his lute, shyly at first, but I give him an encouraging smile, and he grows braver.

After all, he is in his element.

He gifts me with one ballad, I do not recognize, but I pretend to enjoy anyways. He has a talent, I have to admit. It’s pleasant to the ear and makes me feel better. However when he strums a different tune, one I recognize, I know it’s my chance.

I stand up, going to the bard, joining him in his singing. I hear some men cheer, but once Jaskier and I lock eyes, the whole taverns seems to disappear. Our voices collide in perfect unison exploding into beautiful fireworks, giving everyone the best show they could ever lay their eyes on. Part of me wishes I could experience it from a different perspective, actually witness it from side-lines.

But I knew, absorbed into the world of our own was far better anyways. I couldn’t help but smile, as he smiled too. He started to spin around, I followed, as we broke into an easy dance. The song was coming to an end, so I started to inch closer, and once we hit the final note, I landed my hand on his shoulder, pulling us real close.

I felt his warm breath on my face as we just started at each other. The tensions were high, but I reminded myself of what the end goal is. I pulled away a little, smiling.

“How is a man like you all alone?” I whisper so only he could hear, as he smirks. “I don’t mean to offend your companion, but you know.”

“How is a lady like you alone?” He dodges my question as I step back fully now.

“Please, my name is Y/N.” I decide to use my real name, not Elizabeth’s. I want him to feel something when he hears my name, not hers.

“Y/N.” He repeats, dreamily. I wink at him, landing my hand on his lute.

“I like how you say it.” I purr at him, as he stares at me, and I know I’ve gotten this man on a leash now. “Enough of singing, I want you to talk to me.”

“I’d love that.” He says in one breath as I take the lute out of his hands now, turning around to place it on a table.

“Take care of it for me, love.” I speak to Geralt, before I turn back to Jaskier. “Care to go for a walk? I’ve heard portside is especially pretty this time of evening. The sun is just starting to set.”

“It would be an honour, Y/N.” He stutters, as I give my hand to him, which he takes.

His anxiety seems to wash away, as he confidently leads me out. I look at Patricia, who gives me a thumbs up under her table. I wink at her, as we enter the beautiful evening outside.

The town is busy with people, many who stop to stare at us. Me, dressed in a fancy gown and a brightly dressed bard is a rare sight, I’d guess. Not a pair you’d put together. We silently walk down the street, as I go closer to the bard. I breathe in deeply, as a cold breeze rushes past us. I glance at Jaskier who hunches a little.

I wrap myself around his hand a little bit more.

“I didn’t expect it to be so chilly.” I explain, when he looks at me. Bard stops in his tracks.

“We can go back.” I shake my head, and keep walking, leaving him no choice but to follow me.

“I want us to have some privacy.” I whisper, as his cheeks heat up a little. “I’ve heard so much about you. Never did I dare to dream of meeting you, yet alone going on a lovely stroll. Didn’t think you’d look at me.”

“You are beautiful, Y/N.” He says, and I know that. Elizabeth is gorgeous. Something inside me twists in a painful way as I wonder what would he say about the real me. Doesn’t matter, tough. “As beautiful as a starry night. No, not even that, a beauty like yours couldn’t even be put into words by a million galaxies.”

“You’re making me blush.” I say, fanning my face with one of my hands, keeping the other one wrapped around his.

“I am the one blushing, in a presence of such beauty.” He throws his free hand in the air. “Don’t get me started on your voice, blessed by the angels.”

“I only followed your lead.” I let go off him, stepping in front, giving him a smile. “If it weren’t for you, my dear, I would have never sounded anywhere near as good.”

“I’m flattered.” I stop, as he does as well. Our gazes lock, and yet again, the world around us disappears.

“How do you do this?” I say, silently, walking closer to him, landing one of my hands on his neck. “How do you make the world disappear?”

“You feel it too?” He says in a hushed voice. I got him wrapped around my little finger, and he had no idea. I almost felt bad.

“All I feel is you.” I say, not resisting the temptation to kiss him.

I pull him in, going on my toes, landing a kiss. My stomach twists in excitement as he pulls me closer, landing his hand on my waist. I can taste his hunger as he enters my mouth. Our warm breaths turn into one, but before he gets full, I pull away.

Not far away enough to break from his grip, though. I look around, pretending to be ashamed, which is easy as my cheeks are on fire. Not from shame, however. He lets go off me immediately once he remembers that we are in fact, in a middle of a street. A less busy one, but still full of people.

“I am sorry.” He apologizes and I look at him, smiling.

“I am the one that’s sorry. I just couldn’t resist.” I say, straightening up my posture. “The docks, that’s where we’re headed, right?”

“Yes, of course.” This time he takes my hand himself, with no hesitation. I pull closer again, but don’t wrap myself.

I play the shy card, keeping a sweet smile on and looking down, but I hate to admit that he is a great kisser. I almost couldn’t resist not pulling away. He made me want more. I know how girls found him so fascinating. He’s a sweet talker and a great kisser.

Also a heart-breaker, I reminded myself.

I didn’t think he tried to break the hearts, no. He was simply aloof, enjoying life and many of it’s pleasures. As did I, with many of my forms. Maybe with this one I could break his heart and use a different one to enjoy what this man has to offer.

I don’t let myself fantasize any further, as my cheeks heat up again. I wonder about those girls, who allowed themselves to be swallowed by this beautiful madness, and how many sweet promises he made to them. And how then they lay in a cold bed, alone, waiting for the world that was promised. Look at the starry night, remembering how he once compared them to it.

I believe he meant those things, he did. But he also forgot. It was one more beautiful woman to him, and a broken heart to them.

“Here we are.” He breaks the silence as I lift my head up. I have lived in Novigrad for years, but not once have I visited the docks at sunset. It was beautiful. I stare at the open waters as it paints with pink, orange and red.

“It’s so beautiful.” I whisper, mesmerized by the sight. The boats sitting in the waters also shine different colours, looking ethereal.

“It is a sight to see.” Jaskier speaks and I look at him, to catch him staring at me. I wonder if he even looked at the waters in front of us. The way colours reflect in his eyes, however, make it hard to look away. The shadows make him look so pretty, it almost hurts.

“You are a sight to see.” I tease, tearing my eyes away, looking back at the waters.

“I could write so many songs about this view.” I nod, imagining how he could weave this beauty into words, immortalizing it. “And you too, Y/N.”

“You know, Jaskier.” His words get to me, so I know I must take action. “I am scared.”

“Of what, my rose?” I sit on the ledge. Bellow it there’s some dock paths going around the harbour. Jaskier follows, sitting next to me. Our shoulders touch.

“People don’t only talk about your great talents.” I don’t want to look at the man next to me. I found it hard to break his heart, to hurt him. He’s gotten to me. “They also tell stories about how you break hearts. Not on purpose, I am sure. But I hear far too many stories of lonely nights women spent waiting for you.”

“I never meant to-“ I lift my hand, looking at him now. He seems sad, the shadows now making him appear older.

“I believe you didn’t.” I say, and I mean it. “But you promised them the world, and then took it away. I don’t want that to happen to me.”

“It won’t, I wouldn’t-“ I shake my head.

“It would.” I say, cutting him off again. His hand grips mine tightly. “You’ll see another pretty woman and will go after her. Forgetting me. Then there will be another.”

“I never forget.” He says, and there is a bit of bitter in his tone. I look away.

“But you never come back.” I hiss, pulling my hand out of his grip, crossing my arms.

“Because I cant keep those promises anymore. It’s best for them to move on.” I glare at the man, who seems so oblivious to these things.

“Some of them keep waiting and hoping. You can’t do that.” He furrows his brows, staring at me. “I won’t let you do this to me.”

“You must understand, I never intended to hurt them. I meant what I said, at the time at least.” I nod, I already have figured as much.

“Maybe you live in the moment too much. Not thinking about what comes after.” I see him smile, looking down.

“Maybe the world is focused on tomorrow too much.” I scoff, standing up.

“If you promise someone something, they will expect it.” He springs to his feet, taking my hand.

“Answer me this, sweetest rose, how come that when people get in a heat of a moment and say things, people forgive easier and move on?” His grip tightens, and our eyes lock. “But when it’s said in a moment of passion, people never seem to forgive. Hate is not a crime, but love is?”

“I don’t know, it just is.” I say, but I have to admit, he has a point. “Maybe because with one thing you give them something and then never deliver it, shattering their dreams and when you’re angry, you aren’t making new promises and crushing them. It hits differently.”

“I never wanted to hurt them.” He throws his hands in the air, letting go off mine.

“Yet, you did.” I step back. My voice grows quiet. “I don’t want to be hurt.”

“Please.” He pleads, extending his arm. “Maybe I can’t promise not to hurt you, but I swear to try. I swear to deliver on my promises and if I cant, I will show up and tell you.”

“See, this is how it feels, Jaskier. To have the thing you want be taken away from you.” I say, bitterly. He takes a deep breath in. “At least I am letting you know.”

“Was this your plan all along?” I shake my head, allowing myself to slip in a lie. At first I wanted to tell him that it was, but before me now stood a broken hearted man, and I don’t kick someone when they’re down.

“But fear decided to tag along.” I say. “After I kissed you, I remembered all those stories. And with each step they grew louder and louder. I am sorry, I truly am.”

“Then give me a chance.” He takes a step towards me. “Or let’s enjoy some time together, see where the night goes and we go our ways come dawn?”

“Maybe in another lifetime, things could be different. You’d be less of a breaker, or I would be less afraid.” I sigh, feeling an ache in my chest. “Nevertheless, I must return home. Go my own way, before I get to spend the nights thinking about you.”

“I’m sorry.” He apologizes, and I know it’s genuine. I feel so bad, I want to rush to him and apologize. The plan sounded fun, because I thought he was a careless heartbreaker. But he was anything but that. He cared, a lot, and he simply loved too much. That was his crime.

“I know. I am sorry too.” I turn around, before I give into his plea. Maybe I will find him as someone else and see where things go. “Goodbye, Jaskier. I will think of you when I gaze at the seas painted by a sunset.”

I don’t know if he said goodbye, he probably did. He probably said some sweet line about how he will sing about me, or something. Maybe he sneaked in a promise he wont keep. I didn’t listen. I rushed away, changing my form as soon as I was out of his eyesight.

I walked around the Novigrad for the rest of the night. Restless. I felt bad, horrible. He didn’t deserve it. But he learnt the lesson the hard way, I just didn’t think I’d be hurt in the process too.

I never went back to him. As any form, for that matter. I saw him a few times, but chose to stay away. I heard less stories about him for a short while, and eventually I know he settled for some woman, a beautiful theatrical actress – Pricilla. I was happy for them.

But I never used Elizabeth again. Her skin felt tainted now, as if it committed a greatest crime. Or maybe it simply belonged to him, now and forever as it was the one he kissed. If I wasn’t her, he wasn’t mine. So I lived like that, enjoying my life.

Letting Elizabeth go into the sea at sunset, her becoming my most precious form. One where I got my own taste of heartbreak.

[somanycannons]

Hello Love, could you do prompt 15 (with the scars) for Geralt x shy curvy reader please ? Just discovered your works and I'm in love with them Love you ❤

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Reactions To Atreus’ Brother Powers (request)

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Kratos & Androgynous Reader (request)

Atreus’ Twin Brother Helping Freya (request)

GOOD OMENS

Asexual Reader Being Friends With Crowley & Aziraphale (request)

Baking Them ‘Devil Food Cake’ & ‘Angel Food Cake’ (request)

GREASE

Kenickie’s Shy S/O (request)

HARRY POTTER

Marauder’s Superstitious Muggleborn S/O (request)

Dorm Boys’ Favorite TV Shows (request)

First Date With Bill Weasley (request)

HEROES

Single Valentine’s Day (request)

JOHN WICK

John’s House

KINGDOM HEARTS

Sora Reacting to Keyblade Master Reader Fangirling (request)

College Sora With Reader (request)

Sora Comforting Lonely Reader (request)

Sora & S/O’s Affectionate Gestures (request)

Sora’s Jealous S/O (request)

Celebrating Halloween With Sora (request)

Winter With Sora (request)

LORD OF THE RINGS

Cuddling Boromir (request)

Tending To Boromir’s Wounds (request)

MARVEL

Bucky And Steve’s Short S/O (request)

Jealousy Bucky (request)

Avengers Hogwarts Houses

Steve’s Artist S/O (request)

Loki’s Autistic S/O (request)

Tony Stuck In A Closet (request)

Avengers Reacting To British Shield Agent (request)

Thor & Loki’s Self-Conscious S/O (request)

Avengers Reacting To Reader With Anxiety (request)

Avengers Reacting To Badass Reader (request)

Loki’s Genderfluid S/O (request)

Reader With Powers Creating Scary Creatures (request)

Loki Falling For Artist Reader (request)

Stephen Strange’s Sweet S/O (request)

MERLIN

Merlin Looking After Magical Child (request)

Merlin Hogwarts Houses

Gwaine’s Shy S/O (request)

Percival Rescuing Reader (request)

MISFITS

Nathan Dating Shy Male Reader (request)

MR. LOVE: QUEEN’S CHOICE

The Boys As Halloween Creatures (request)

Victor Reacting To MC Dating Gavin (request)

Gavin Taking Care Of Sick MC (request)

Gavin Reacting To MC Blushing (request)

Gavin Asking You Out On A Date (request)

Kiro Reacting To Sharing A Birthday With MC (request)

They Realize They’re In Love (request)

How They Act When They’re In Love (request)

MC Looking After Anxious Gavin (request) 

Minor Realizing Gavin Has A Crush On MC (request) 

Minor Realizing Gavin Has A Crush On MC In High School (request)

Gavin Reacting To MC Telling Him She Loves Him (request)

Gavin Reacting To MC Sleepily Confessing (request) 

Victor And MC Reacting To Gender Swap (request)

They React To Social Reader (request)

Victor & Artistic S/O (request)

Gavin & Mistletoe

Boys With A Fainting S/O (request)

S/O Distracting Lucien From Work (request)

Victor’s S/O With Bad Self-Esteem (request)

Gavin Reacting To MC Under Anesthesia Effect (request)

Gavin & Drunk MC (request)

Gavin’s S/O With Healing Evol (request)

Gavin’s S/O With Anxiety/PTSD (request)

Gamer S/O (request)

Jealous Kirof (request)

Boys Babysitting Their Children (request)

Argument Over Jealousy (request)

MY HERO ACADEMIA

S/O With A Shadow Quirk (request)

Bakugo’s S/O Captured By Villains (request)

Jealous Bakugo (request)

Couple Halloween Costumes (request)

Reactions To Reader With Stretching Quirk (request)

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN

Jack Sparrow And Davy Jones’ Daughter (request)

Pirates Hogwarts Houses

PRIDE & PREJDUICE

Jealous Bingley (request)

RESIDENT EVIL 2

Leon Helping His S/O With Anxiety (request) [TRIGGER WARNING]

Leon & S/O In A Power Outage (request)

SMALLVILLE

Clark & Jimmy Kissing Reader (request)

Lex & Reader Taking Care Of Each Other (request)

Lex & Reader Reuniting (request)

Clark, Oliver & Lex Comforting Reader (request)

SPIDERMAN (PS4)

Peter’s Flying Shapeshifter Superhero Partner (request)

STAR WARS

Hogwarts Houses

Poe & Reader Childhood Friends to Enemies To Lovers (request)

STRANGER THINGS

Teenagers Hogwarts Houses

Kids Hogwarts Houses

SUPERNATURAL

Panic Attack (request)

S/O Coming Out As Bisexual (request) // Part 2 (request)

Reader Saved By Castiel (request)

Reader Rescued By Winchesters & Healed By Jack (request)

TANGLED

Eugene Realizing He’s Gay (request)

THE HOBBIT

Lesbian Daughter Reader (request)

THE HUNGER GAMES

Tributes Hogwarts Houses (request)

Cato & Marvel’s Shy S/O (request)

THE LUNAR CHRONICLES

Iko Crushing On A Curvy Girl (request)

Cinder And Cress As Friends (request)

Scarlet And Farm Hand Reader (request)

Cinder And Thorne (request)

Insecure S/O

Dating Jacin & Thorne (request)

THE MAN FROM UNCLE

Napoleon’s Bartender Girlfriend (request)

Napoleon & Illya Flirting With Reader (request)

Jealous Illya (request)

Illya’s Chubby Girlfriend (request)

THE OFFICE

Reader Being Andy Bernard’s Daughter (request)

THE OUTSIDERS

Dally & S/O Sleepy Cuddles (request)

Reactions To Reader Jumped By Socs (request)

Gang Protective Of Reader With Asperger (request)

Gang Comforting Crying Reader (request)

THE WITCHER

Geralt Frenemies With Witch!Reader (request)

First Kiss With Jaskier (request)

Reader Flirting With Geralt (request)

Reader Soft For Jaskier (request)

Geralt Being Jaskier’s Wingman (request)

Jaskier Comforting Reader (request)

Jaskier & Paintress S/O (request)

Jaskier & Shy S/O (request)

Reader Comforting Jaskier (request)

Reader Reminiscing With Geralt & Jaskier (request)

Jaskier & Reader’s Rivalry (request)

Jaskier & S/O’s First Big Fight (request)

Jaskier’s Trans Male S/O Being insecure (request)

Jaskier’s Strong S/O (request)

Geralt & Reader Arguing (request)

Jaskier Seeing Reader Getting Hurt (request)

Geralt & Reader Wanting Privacy (request)

Geralt & Jaskier As Parents (request)

Cahir Falling For Reader (request)

YOUTUBERS

Long Distance Relationship With Dan (request) [Phandom]

Dan’s Tall S/O (request) [Phandom]