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Pulse

Authors Note: I’m so late … sneak peak. I’m just dusting off so tell me what you think or request something I’ve been stagnant long enough. Be back Wednesday. ♥️

“Could I take your pulse?” Geralt smiles at you. His eyes linger over your body, starting at your bare shoulders, the dips of your curves and then to her. “You seem flustered Lady Y/N.”

“I am not flustered. I am simply baffled at the fact you think you can access me.” Arrogantly you position yourself on the bed, legs wide and eye brow cocked. “You can barely bathe yourself.”

“I can tell you’re intrigued.”

“Intrigued that you are wrong, witcher?”

“Intrigured and wondering what’s under my tunic, your eyes wonder to my chest, to my trousers often. I can hear your heart beating from here- and I want nothing more than to sink two fingers below and see if I can feel your heartbeat there.”

Heat flushes your face, and your lips clasp. “Fuck off.”

Geralt laughs, throwing his head back in a playful manner. “As I said, you are flustered.”

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Work in Progress. ❤️🤗

[laketaj24]

How did yall know you were in love 👀?

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Tumblr has made me so many friends over the years. I swear I might be on and off this lil site most days now but I’m forever grateful. ☺️

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So I have to get back into writing because my lil talent is going to slip away. I’m accepting requests! And I haven’t written in forever soooo taglist requests as well! What’s hot? Who should I write about? Hopefully should post the first one Sunday! 💕

Comment under the post for taglist and send the requests to my asks! Thank you ☺️

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Which fandom should I get into!? I know my Vikings one has pretty well fizzled out unless y’all still here 👀👀👀, and idk about Henry or MGK Give me some recs ♥️

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After a long hiatus I’m back writing. Requests?? Send to the inbox ❤️❤️

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Clingy: Henry Cavill

Author’s Note: I wanted to write a little drabble while I had some time! Domesticated, kind of size kinky fluff! Lol, Hope you enjoy it! I tried to add everyone who asked to my taglist; if I forgot, hit my inbox.(gif via google search)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Henry Cavill Masterlist

“You want to watch a few movies today?”

Silence. Henry cocked his brow and continued into the kitchen. He’d been awkward ever since he came from your bedroom.

Unbothered, you took the warm clothes from the dryer and peeked your head into the kitchen. “Is that a yes? They have like three new movies on Prime?”

“Again, he did not answer you. The pots clanged in the sink, water started, and the mumbling emerged from the kitchen. What in the fuck was he mad about?

“You can ignore me if you want; I really don’t give a damn.” You slammed the door to the dryer and pressed a few buttons to get the cycle started.

Henry rarely got mad, but you had to play detective to find out the reason when he did. He had no issue ignoring you, and more importantly, he was better at remaining quiet than you. You tended to talk to over him instead of waiting for his response; therefore, you always won the arguments.

The investigation began in your room; everything seemed to be in place except your phone. The iPhone lay on your bed, the screen still lit, and messages even up.

Ariyah: Girl, you should come over tonight. Leave H and bring tea.

You: Girl, you know I can’t leave this big baby anywhere. Plus, we have plans.

Ariyah: Fine, I don’t understand how a man that sexy can be that annoyingly clingy.

You: He’s my Henry, it ain’t for you to understand. lmao

Ariyah: Girl Bye.

You laughed silently. Ariyah and Henry never got along. This definitely seemed to be the reason he was ignoring you. It takes a few minutes, but you change, sliding on his jersey and the boy shorts underwear that fits you just right. You had no intentions of allowing him to mope around the entire evening.

“Henry.” You smile, rounding the corner with a smile on your face. “You read my messages?”

“Yep, that’s what your clingy boyfriend does.” He refused to look back, but you didn’t really care as you moved across the floor and wrapped your arms around Henry’s toned waist.

Lightly your hands travel up his pecs to his arms, and you rest your head on his back, inhaling the musky scent of his cologne. “Ignore Ariyah.”

“I do not like her.”

“I know, but she’s my best friend, and you are too, so you two are gonna fight. It’s normal.”

“am I clingy?”

How did you answer this without hurting his feelings? You breathed and turned him towards you. You’re met with the longish brown curls falling to his face and the rigid jawline that clearly gave away he was not amused by you in his jersey.

“No, you are attached, but I am too.”

The dramatic roll of his eye is paired with a slightly more dramatic walk out of the kitchen into the laundry room. The blue tank top hung from his body, revealing those muscled arms and flexing neck veins. He was sincerely upset.

“I do not think you are clingy, Henry. There, I said it, not to suffice you but to let you know that I am sincere in my thoughts and I love you.” You grinned and caught up to him with a few skips. You hold your hands up and guard the washer. “You are not washing these clothes until you forgive her or me.”

“How about neither?” Henry lifted you up and set you aside as if you weighed nothing. “Let me start this laundry; we start filming tomorrow.”

“You’re gonna leave home upset with me?” You pouted, pooching your bottom lip out and folding your arms across your chest. “Fine.” You attempt to march past him, but he holds his arm out and looks down at you. “What?”

“I am only clingy because I am gone three weeks out of the month, and dreaming of you is not quite the same as feeling you next to me. Hearing your laughter in my dreams sounds nothing like you right beside me. Picturing you beneath me moaning is nothing like the real thing. I am clingy because I love you.” Suppressing the smile is impossible as he crowds your space pinning you closer to the wall. “So the next time she calls me clingy, just remember it’s because I can’t have you any time I want.”

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It’s a No For Me

A/N: Pure fluff!!! I tried to add angst and smut, lmao, and failed. This is the same couple from Serotonin but it's a standalone. Anyway, thank you for the request, my love!!! Let me know what you think!! Taglist is here! Reqs are open, but I’m slow. -thanks, mgmt.

Warnings: Language

Pairing: Colson Baker x Reader

Colson Baker Masterlist

The looks he kept giving you were irresistible; he bit his bottom lip while looking you up and down. Colson’s hands went through your braids, playfully pulling before you moved away. Colson groaned, sitting up in bed, “Why are you leaving so early?”

“Doctor’s appointment.” You chuckled as you drug your feet over to the dresser. You looked yourself over in the mirror. “I have one week of BC left, and you are not a champion of pulling out.”

“Excuse me; I’m the Undisputed Pullout Champ.” Colson’s face lit up. “You must be confused.”

“Keep believing that.” You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t see what would be wrong with some kids running around here?” Colson lit the end of his cigarette and inhaled.

“There are grown man kids running around here. That’s enough.”

“The thought of you running around here with my kid inside of you is sexy as hell. Just come back to bed.”

“No.” You said. “I will when they refill this birth control. Thanks, pullout king.”

“You don’t want my kids?”

“No.”

“No?” He asked, confused.

“No, I’m in my prime; I don’t want to wobble around while you party your ass off.”

“I would settle down for you.”

“Right. See you later there, champ.” You peck his cheek, and he grabs you playfully, pulling you down on the bed. “I’m going to be late.”

“I want that no to be a yes; change it for me?”

“It’s a solid no for me.”

“Wrong answer,” Colson put his cigarette on the nightstand, not caring if the house burned down or not. “Come on... one baby.”

“We just got back to being a normal couple; I still have my apartment just in case I decide I hate you.”

“You can’t hate me.” He admitted what you knew already.

“I can.” You say correcting him. “I have hated you. You’re not as sweet and funny as you think.”

“That’s bullshit; I’m sweet as hell.”

“I’m going to be late, and I don’t have time to argue with you today.”

“So the thought never crossed your mind, not even once?”

“I was late last once, and it crossed my mind, remember you bought twenty-eight tests.” that day was full of anxiety, and you were not there for it.

“Yeah, I still got the remaining twenty-seven in the closet.” Colson rolled his eyes. “I want kids. Kinda upset you don’t want one with me.”

“Oh wow, you’re pouting.”

“I don’t fucking pout.” He said, pouting. “Go to the appointment. Bye.”

“You’re a kid asking for a kid.”

“Y/N, you’re gonna be late, and you’re killing my morning vibe. Go.”

“If I leave, are you going to talk to me when I get back?”

“Yeah, bye.” he was once again short with you turning on his side with his cell phone in hand. “Get out. Go get medicated.”

“Rude, bye Colson.”

The appointment was quick; she wrote you another prescription, and you were back at his place with food, a better attitude, and a surprise for him. “Col! Col!”

No answer but all of the random cars he owned were here parked in the driveway. “Babe! I come bearing food and cake!” The puppy stirred in your arms, anxious to get down and explore. If he wanted a new responsibility, he had one. The Grey Dotson had floppy ears with a long-haired coat. Not the dog he would have picked, but you liked him.

The shower water running upstairs answered your question as to why he was ignoring you. “Colson!”

“What! You’re gonna make me fall in here calling my name like that!” The shower water stopped, and he rounded the corner entering the room. “What the fuck is that?”

“This is Champ.”

“It’s a no for me.” He shook his head in disbelief. “I hate you.” Colson laughed. “This is not a baby, and how in the hell are you gonna name him Champ without my vote.”

“I named him after you.”

“You’re funny. Fucking Champ.” Colson smiled, leaning in the doorjamb with the white towel hanging from his hips. “Is this a test?”

“You have a tour, I have a job, and I don’t want a child right now... but that doesn’t mean I don’t want one period. So we have Champ.” You held him up.

“That’s not a compromise. I wanna put a baby inside of you, not pick up shit.”

“You can practice with the baby-making.” You grinned. “I like practicing with you.”

“Well- I get to practice, you pick up the shit. Better yet, give that to your nieces and nephews, and we can visit on weekends. Be a great aunt and uncle.”

“I just bought Champ,” you groaned.

“And now you’re gonna just give him as a gift.”

He was not impressed.

“You’re still mad.”

“I’m not happy; I say I want a baby, and you bring me a furball.”

The puppy squirmed down and left the room. “Not a good compromise?”

“A good compromise would have been head and a maybe later.”

“I can still do that.”

“Oh, for real. Bet, Lock the dog out.”

“You’re a trip, come on.” You tapped your legs, and Champ ran over to you. “He’s our responsibility now. You can get head later. Get dressed.”

Colson leans over you. “Six months, and we start trying?”

“One year.”

“Nine months.” He rebuts.

“See you downstairs, daddy.” You say, moving away from him.

“Don’t call me that shit; the dog will go in the hallway.” He winked. “I mean it.”

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Been MIA because I finally got a man 😂

I still got followers? 🤣

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First of all, CONGRATULATIONS 🥳 i can't think of anyone that deserves this more than you 🥰

“Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good.” and “Stay still, don’t move your hips.”

With a modern ivar would be great i believe,

Please and thank you🥺❤️

Actions: Ivar

Author’s Note: Here is the first of my post! I hope you enjoy and thank you again for the submission. Let me know what you think!

Pairing: Ivar x Reader, Modern

Warnings: Smut.

“Have you finished yet?” You asked. The cool air from the fan hit your face before it oscillated away, and once again, the humid air hit you. The summer had not been kind, but this was where Ivar wanted to be, in the midst of the desert to take fucking photos of cacti and motorcycles. You groaned inwardly and took a sip of the ice water. The cool liquid coated your throat, and for a moment, you forgot what it was like to be in hell.

“No.” His voice carried from the back room of your apartment. He’d turned it into the darkroom; there were no more plants and sunlight, just red-light bulbs and a line of photos hanging from the ceiling. “Thirty minutes.”

“You said that an hour ago. I am tired. I want to leave.”

“Thirty minutes Y/N, don’t be selfish.”

Don’t be selfish. Your eyes rolled as you stood from the chair; one of three things could happen. You could take your seat at the dining table and refuse to be a spoiled brat, you could storm in the darkroom and act a fool, or you could go alone. All of the options were shit, but you knew which one to pick. Your feet guided you to the back hallway. “Ivar, they are going to close by the time we get there. I am starving.”

“They close at nine. It’s seven.”

“I don’t care.” You pouted and folded your arms over your chest. “This can wait.”

“The project is due today. It cannot wait.”

“Neither can I.” You said, irritated. He didn’t respond. The irritation hummed all over you, broken promises didn’t sit well with you, and neither did you being hungry. “I'll,l see you later.”

“Y/N, twenty-eight more minutes.”

“Fuck off.” You pivoted on your heel and headed into your bedroom. The King Size platform bed just about took up the entire space; it had been his idea, of course. He said he didn’t have to have much room to live, but he needed a ton of space to fuck. You disagreed; you could take Ivar anywhere; a bed was too traditional to you. You slipped the sweaty shirt over your head then slid out of your pants.

“What the fuck did you say to me?”

You didn’t even think he heard your final little spat to him in the hallway. The light mumble beneath your breath was meant to be a thought. “Nothing.”

“I think you said, fuck.” Ivar paused. “Off, correct?”

“No.”

“That’s two lies, Y/N.” He held up the two fingers and stepped closer to you. He’d been working shirtless; the tribal tattoos riddled his arms and chest, and for a moment, you took him in. Fuck. Your breath shuttered as you stepped back, pinning yourself to the wall in front of him. “I told you this was an important project.”

“I am starving.”

“For what exactly? the fuck off leads me to believe it’s not your stomach that’s got a craving. You don’t talk to me like that.” He cocked his brow, “That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble.”

“So, I am supposed to be patient and obedient?” You shook your head.

“You can act however you want.” He shrugged. “Actions have consequences.”

“I’ll be back then,” The plan was to squeeze by him and dress in the living room; the fan failed in one fluid motion. You attempted to sprint by him, and you nearly made it until he gripped your wrist. His hand swallowed yours, and your strength was unmatched to his vigor. He tossed you on the bed, and within seconds, his body covered yours. Hitched breath and legs spread, you took in his gaze. He was pissed. “Ivar.”

Ivar did not answer you; he pulled the black pillow from the stack at the top of the bed and positioned it under your hips. Your half-nakedness worked in his favor; he ripped the lace panties as if they were paper and threw them to the floor. The cool breeze from the air conditioner blew of your wet sex, giving you a chill. “Stay still, do not move your hips.” Ivar brushed the short brown hair from his face. Even when he was pissed, Ivar found a way to be gentle with his foreplay. He started with the soft kisses to your neck; each one left a tingle that you never wanted to go away, and then his fingers. They danced up the inner line of your thigh until they met your lips and then stopped. “Fucking is a reward, but,” Ivar’s fingers plunged into your warmth, and you gasped. “You haven’t been good.” He explained. “Have you?”

Every question Ivar asked demanded an answer, but you had nothing to conjure for him at the moment. Just muted moans that only half expressed how you truly felt. Your body rang with excitement. Maybe this was what you craved. “No.”

“You didn’t lie this time,” he laughed. “I’m proud.” Ivar pushed his pants down, unsheathing his cock, and it hung heavy and warm at your thigh. “I should leave you like this,” He rubbed his cock down the slit of your pussy. “Hot and hungry.”

Your pussy jumped as he pushed into you; the swollen tip wasn’t nearly enough to satiate the desire you had for him. Fuck the food, fuck the photos you wanted him to fuck you. “Do it.” You whispered.

“I’ll think about it.” Ivar’s cock pulsed; you could feel he wanted you as bad as you wanted him. “I think it’s undeserving.” He gave you another inch, and your body reacted by trying to meet him. He stopped you. “Greedy.” Ivar pushed into you fully. He started to fuck you, slow, and you felt every inch overwhelmed with anticipation you grip him. He sucks in air and then speeds up. His quick thrusts have you anchored to the bed. Your eyes close, but your mouth is open dry, and moaning his name.

Your pussy spasmed around him, begging to fall apart, and unlike normal, he didn’t stop to tease. Instead, he fucked you right through the blinding orgasm, pinning your legs up to allow him deeper access. The assault was needed, the sound of his skin slapping against yours only aided the flurry of pleasure, and then he withdrew, the hot cum dripped down your thigh before he fell on you. The small giggle emerged from you as you kissed his forehead. “Feed me.” You whispered. “Please.”

“Still hungry?” He breathed heavily and shook his head. “Throw on some clothes before we are here again.”

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