Beautiful And Damned 7- Recover [Geralt Of Rivia X Reader]

Beautiful and Damned 7- Recover [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

A.N: My loves, your wonderful feedback makes me so happy, thank you! Please don’t forget to tell me what you think of this chapter, kisses!

Reminder: This story will not follow the show’s plot, so even if you haven’t watched the series, you can still read it.

The previous chapters are on my masterlist!

Summary: Recovery comes with confessions.

Word Count: 3140

Warnings: Mentions of violence and death.

You drummed your fingernails on the table, biting inside your cheek. Your stomach was making flips as you tried to ignore the nervousness nagging at you and shuffled through your sketches to distract yourself. A specific sketch caught your eye but you turned it over as soon as it did.

So what if you had drawn Geralt, without him knowing?

It’s not like he would ever see it, nor did it mean anything.

You looked up when Cassie knocked on the door, then peeked her head in.

“Your highness, Sir Leander is here as you requested.”

“Send him in please.” You said as you put your gloves on, then straightened your back, your eyes narrowing as soon as Sir Leander stepped inside. He curtsied,

“Your highness.”

“Sir Leander.” You nodded at him, “Take a seat.”

He looked almost nervous for a moment, and you tilted your head, eyeing him up and down. He did look quite handsome, with striking green eyes and wavy hair framing his face, there was no wonder why Fin was quite taken by him.

“I’m glad to see you well,” he said, “I’ve heard you preferred the solitude of your chambers and were feeling unwell.”

“I feel much better, thank you,” you said, “Were you….at the hall when the incident occurred? I don’t remember if I saw you.”

“I was there, your highness.”

“Oh good,” you took a sip of your tea, “So you had the chance to see personally what this curse entails.”

“I did.”

“Great,” you smiled at him, and slowly pulled your gloves off your hands. He sat up straighter, swallowing thickly.

“Your highness, what-?”

“Do you know the punishment for harming the crown prince, Sir Leander?”

He eyed your gloves lying on the table, “No?”

“Exile,” you said, “Or death. Depends on the crime, really. People should really be more careful these days. I hear your family has a state at the skirts of the city, close to the countryside, is that correct?”

“We have been blessed with wealth, yes.”

“Very well.” You said, “Once the confinement is over, perhaps you would like to go there for a while…..a year or so. At least until the dust settles around here.”

He gritted his teeth, “Or what?”

You drummed your fingernails on the table, drawing his attention to your hands for a moment before you shrugged,

“Court is a very dangerous place these days,” you said, “Accidents happen, a lot.”

He blinked a couple of times, then leaned in, glaring daggers at you, “Are you threatening me, your highness?”

You smiled at him calmly, almost like a snake, then shook your head,

“Consider it as a suggestion,” you told him, and leaned in, “You’ve already seen what I would do to protect one of my brothers, Sir Leander. Would you like to see what I would do to protect the other one as well?”

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Monster Under The Bed Boyfriend - Nybras (NSFW)

This train takes too long, you feel. Tired after work you want only one thing - to come home, eat dinner, change into something comfy, jump between the sheets and let your boyfriend make you forget everything else. Your monster boyfriend, that lives in the shadows under your bed.

You have to smile when you remember meeting him. You moved into a new house and one of the rooms already had a bed in it. An old, massive antique, carved from walnut. You fell in love with it on the spot. After the move was finally over and you were done with decorating the house, it took a couple of weeks for you to notice you were not alone. At first, it was the little things, like noises coming from upstairs, or finding a door open after you were sure you closed it just a few minutes ago. Things were going missing and you kept finding them different places. At first you thought your memory was just that bed, that you kept forgetting where you put things, but the noises were a different story. Steps, the sound of closing doors, and sometimes breathing. You were never afraid of ghosts, and up until now, it didn’t seem to be hostile, so you continued to ignore everything that was happening. You also thought that ghosts didn’t care about humans and what they did, so you continued to walk around the house half naked, and sometimes when you wanted to let some steam off and masturbated in your bed, moaning loudly. But sometimes you could swear that when you reached your climax, you heard a growl from under the bed and felt it vibrate a little, but it could’ve been just the blood roaring in your ears, and your muscles spasming, so you brushed it off.

Until you saw him. 

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Because of Tumblr’s complete lack of response to what has happened to me, I am starting a petition for them to change and/or update their policies on Bullying and Harassment. In the seven years I have used this platform, I have never once seen them side with the victim. They always side with the bully. 

As the users of this platform, the consumers of their content, it is our right to be protected. Why offer the opportunity to report abuse if you aren’t going to do anything about it?

It’s time to take action and tell Tumblr we want change.

summertime sadness .3.

first day

Sequel to kiss me in the d-a-r-k

Part 1 Part 2 (masterlist under construction)

Warnings: dub con sex (intercourse, oral)

This is dark!(dad)Steve and dark(professor!)Bucky explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: You start your new job as you juggle the men in your life.

Note: back at it again with part 3. I’ll keep y'all updated about a possible new posting schedule and an announcement regarding Patreon. Apparently writing every day and stressing myself out is not good for my mental health lmao. But I’m enjoying this one and I’m not sure yet if we’re gonna be able to stick to 6 parts. Bon appetit. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think in a reblog, reply, or like. I’m loving the feedback from y'all and the excitement! You guys are gold. Also as always, memes accepted.

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You woke to the buzzer. You rolled over and grabbed you phone from the table. Your voice was thick and groggy as you answered it. 

“Hello?” You nearly coughed through your dry throat.

“Delivery,” The monotone response came.

“Okay,” You shook your head confused and hit the button to let him up. 

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Yandere Kirishima x Reader - Reprimand

Unfortunately, I’m back! Hopefully I’ll get back into a more regular upload schedule from now on. Anyway, here’s part two to this! I know this isn’t great, but I needed to write something to get myself out of this rut. Also this is sort of a Christmas offering to @ikinabi​, if this pleases you then my life is fulfilled. Also I like yandere Kirishima apparently so I might just make this a series or something. Enjoy! xoxo

(Part 1)

TW: Sorta NSFW, yandere, blood, asphyxiation, physical abuse

“So pretty…” 

Your captor mumbled as calloused fingers combed through your locks. It was therapeutic to Eijirou; to tend to your hair every morning before the hero left for work. You were crushed against his firm torso, ensuring you couldn’t slip from his grasp. Your cries and pleas were met with dismissive hums, as he assured you again and again that ‘There’s no need to be scared, princess’. All he wanted was to take care of you, and for you to just let him. Crimson eyes gleamed with childlike anticipation as he twirled you toward the mirror. “What’dya think, babe? Do you like it?” His voice was dripping with excitement, craving your approval like a coveted drug. His efforts, despite being the product of his drowning adoration, did not produce a… refined result. It was established early during your captivity that submission was met with reward; a kiss to remove that damnable gag, an embrace to rid yourself of the burning ropes around your wrist. So you nodded, slowly and hesitantly as tears trickled down your cheeks. A grin, sharp and beaming, cut across his face. That love-drunk gaze, so maniacal in its infatuation, was enough to chill you to the core. It was a routine Eijirou was adamant on maintaining.

It soon proved to be his mistake. 

You stilled your breath in an attempt to make your fingers do the same. The hair-pin in each hand rattled against the lock. Just like they do in the movies, you told yourself over and over, hoping it would somehow cease the shaking of your fingers. Behind that reinforced window, was freedom. Kirishima was attending some mandatory gala event among his fellow heroes, giving you ample time to enact your escape, and the cover of night would prove useful against the subsequent man-hunt that would surely ensue after he found you missing. The promise of breathing air unpolluted by his musk or the intrusive scent of his cologne was utterly tantalizing. That hope, that dream, was made more tangible with each click and slide of the lock mechanism.

“C’mon…” You muttered, the tension against the pins mounting, threatening to snap as they inched further into the lock. Then, slicing through the silence, an almost deafening creak resounded.

The window didn’t budge. You struggled to breathe as it became clear - footsteps, pounding toward you. Trembling hands released their hold on the hair-pins, falling to the floor. It was hard not to scream in frustration, or breakdown in insurmountable terror. The door inched open, an exasperated sigh escaping your captor as he sauntered in. Each step toward you made you wince as they echoed throughout the room. You suppressed a shriek when strong arms coiled around your torso, his nose pressing against the base of your neck. Kirishima inhaled deeply - he had to get his fill after being apart from you for so long. He hummed, pressing his lips gently upon your skin.

“I missed you so much, princess. I wish you could’ve come with me.” He let out a tired chuckle as his chin rested upon your shoulder. “They don’t think you’re real, would you believe it? Saying shit like if you were really my girlfriend you’d be there with me.” A lingered kiss was placed upon your cheek. “But you are real-” Calloused fingertips explored your arms, shoulders, every piece of exposed skin he could relish in. The sound of his breath hitching, it’s warmth invading the nape of your neck, made your heart pound faster - he was getting excited, that much was certain.

“And you’re all mine.” He traced kisses across your neck, quietly reaffirming ‘mine’ between each affection. Gently, he gripped you by the waist and pulled you toward the bed. Slowly sitting himself upon the mattress, he pulled you atop his strong, muscular thighs. “Isn’t that right, princess?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding frantically. A deep hum resonated from his chest, digits lovingly raking through your hair.

Oh god, your hair. The accessories he’d so carefully placed were now strewn about the floor. Your thoughts grew panicked, nigh incomprehensible. He could notice, he would piece it together, if he found out he’d surely -

“Come on, (Y/n), talk to me.” His tongue clicked in his mouth, rough fingers gripping your chin and turning you to face him as carefully as he could. Seeing his face, his serene smile, was enough to make the words ball in your throat. Your lips quivered, his eyes beaming as he anticipated the sound of your angelic voice.

“I c-could’ve come with you, I-” A fervent kiss silenced you, his hand cupping your cheek to support the exchange. He pulled away, brows clearly furrowed. With a disheartening sigh, Kirishima shook his head.

“You know I can’t do that, babe.” His lips lunged to your neck, imprinting kisses against the tender flesh. “I want to, I really do. I want to show everyone how lucky I am,” His mouth shifted to your shoulder, your eyes widening as you felt his sharp teeth graze your skin. “I want everyone to know who you belong to.” With animalistic ferocity, he sunk his teeth into your flesh. You whimpered in pain, tears pricking your eyes as you felt blood seep from the wound. Kirishima was eager to lap up the warm substance, working and sucking against the imprint. A powerful arm wrapped around you, keeping you from flinching away as he properly marked you. You opted to squeeze your eyes shut; to pretend you were anywhere but here. A smirk pressed against your skin, a satisfied grunt erupting from the hero at your apparent complacency. “Such a good girl for me.”

His large hand rested against the back of your head, digits entangling with strands of your hair. You felt him pause, and you could swear your heart did the same. Had he noticed? You had to distract him, he couldn’t be allowed find out.

Against your better judgement, you shifted upon his lap until your body faced his. Hesitantly, your hands met his broad chest, inching toward the collar of his dress shirt. His mouth was slightly agape, his pupils dilated with a cocktail of surprise and excitement. Kirishima couldn’t believe what was happening, you were initiating it. Shaky fingers hooked against his tie, slowly working to undo the tight knot. You didn’t dare meet his gaze, terrified of glimpsing at the lust that swirled among the crimson. “B-babe? What are you doing?” His face flared with an impossible red, his pants growing tighter and more uncomfortable with each passing second.

“I-I want to be good for you, Ei-Eijirou.” You cursed at the transparent fraudulence of your words. Kirishima, however, was too euphoric to care. Unsatisfied with the clumsy pace of your digits, he violently yanked his tie away. He made quick work of his shirt buttons, exposing the powerful mass of muscle hidden beneath. His large hands gripped your wrists tightly, guiding your palms against his sculpted torso. He eased them across the rigid canyons of his abdomen, his blush darkening at your touch. 

“S-so strong…” You rest your palms against his defined chest, leaning into the crook of his neck. The scent of his expensive cologne is overbearing as you imprint a fleeting kiss upon his skin. You feel his heart thump, his breath growing more erratic and unrestrained.

“F-fuck, princess,” Eijirou grits his teeth as you gently knead his flesh, throwing his head back to allow you more leeway. “I-It’s all to protect you, so I can keep you safe.” His muscles tense, affirming the immense power they hold. You pause to breathe, to steady yourself. It’s hard not to feel disgusted, not when that prominent protrusion bucks roughly against you.

But Kirishima is impatient. In an instant, you’re thrown unto your back, Eijirou looming over you with your wrists pinned beside your head. Lips smash against your own, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. He presses his powerful body atop yours, his deep rumbles of delight sending vibrations across your skin. Shark-like teeth sink into your lips, humming as he savors the delectable metallic taste. Your pained whimpers, your weak gasps for air, they’re all so adorable. His fingers intertwine with your locks, pulling slightly to allow his tongue greater dominion over yours.

At first, you’re relieved when he finally pulls away - desperately trying to fulfill the oxygen debt he so eagerly created. But relief melts into abject terror as the muscles of his brow tense, his eyes squinting in scrutiny. Despite the invasive heat of his heavy pants against your face, you’re frozen. 

“Babe…” Kirishima agonizingly pauses. You wanted to break free from his suffocating gaze, but it was futile - every fiber of your being was utterly petrified. “Where’s your..” He glanced back to the window.

You couldn’t hold it back, the tears trailing down your cheeks. He figured it out, didn’t he? 

“Ei-Eijirou it’s not-”

His head snapped back to you. Fury danced upon the rigidity of his features, his breathing labored from barely restrained rage rather than impassioned lust. That voice, often jovial, was seethed through barred teeth. “Did you…?”

You choked on your frantic words, your sobs indicative of your guilt. “I-I’m sorry! I promise, I-I won’t try it ever -”

“Shut up,” Kirishima growls. His grip on your wrists tighten painfully, eliciting a sharp cry. In an instant, he releases his hold on one arm, slamming a balled fist into the bed mere inches away from your head. Your mouth gapes in terror, his knuckles straining threateningly against the skin. The fingers unfurl, instead quickly snaking around your throat in a vice grip. His thumb hardens, pressing against your windpipe with a crushing force. Hot, angry tears trail down his face, his teeth grinding against each other as he spits a stream of muttered vulgarities. You’re gasping; silently pleading for the respite of air, which only spurs his thumb to drive deeper against your throat.

“Why are you making me do this?!” Eijirou squeezed his eyes shut, heart wrenching in his chest. “I don’t want to hurt you. Why can’t you just let me keep you safe? What if you got hurt out there?” Every word threatens to break, his voice unsteady and pained. “Why couldn’t you just behave?!”

Kirishima’s senses regain when he sees your eyelids dipping, releasing his immovable hold. He cups your cheeks with calloused palms, tears mingling with your own as they drip upon your face. Somehow, his softened expression of apprehension is more terrifying than that of rage.

“I’ve been too lenient, haven’t I?” His hand left your cheek, slowly inching down your arm as he shook his head. Eijirou’s fingers interlocked with yours - and they harden. He isn’t choking you anymore, so why can’t you breathe?

“I’m sorry, princess. I don’t want to do this, but what choice do I have?”

You shake your head frantically, your sobs amplifying. He flashes a weak smile, a deranged attempt at reassurance.

“I-I need to punish you, (Y/n). How else are you going to learn?” A brief, apologetic kiss is placed at the corner of your mouth.

The hardened digits crushingly tighten.

“I just want the best for you. You know that, right?”

Tighter

All that work to earn his praise and leniency - gone. That trust you so meticulously earned was crushed, the bones in your hand threatening to do the same. Kirshima shushed your whimpers and cries of pain as he tightened his grip.

“Please, don’t make this harder than it has to be. Take it like a good girl, for me.”

Tighter

Blinding agony, blurred vision, his voice resounding against your ear.

“I love you,”

Tighter

“So never make me do this again.”

Warm Bodies

pairing: zombie!shigaraki x reader

contains: non/dub con, gore, the works

this is a zombie apocalypse au. ive never written for shiggy before but I was h word and watching the walking dead so. enjoy.

nsfw under the cut

He’d been following you for quite some time now.

He watched you survive day by day, laying waste to zombies with your machete, trying your hardest to keep surviving. You’d spotted his corpse trailing behind you once, and your biggest mistake was not ending his existence then and there. You didn’t know it, but the zombies were starting to change; they were starting to feel things again. And this particular zombie was hungry for something other than your flesh.

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