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FUCKING PAUSE

Witcher cum is like😳😳😳

Idk I FEEL ATTACKED 🤣🤣

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Please sir!

I just had the most filthy thought: who'd be most likely to give you "cum-lip gloss"? 😳😰 Sy, Walter, August? Sherlock? Etc.? 😳😰

Fuck okay I'll go straight to horny jail. Bonk🙈

GOD FUCKIN DAMMIT, LISA!

walter marshall x you

warning: oral (m receiving), cum-lipgloss (I swear... *shakes fist*)

I'm definitely not thinking about Walter forcing you on your knees, fishing out his thick cock, offering it to your rosy lips.

Not thinking about how his eyes roll back as you're sucking the soul out of him through his meaty cock, feeling every ridge and vein with your soft lips and tongue.

Not hearing the deep, almost painful grunts as you feel powerful for reducing your big man to a moaning mess over you.

And I'm definitely not imagining as he suddenly draws back, fists his cock and the hair on the back of your head and after a husky "close your lips, love", he cums with a window-rattling roar all over your pretty mouth, smearing his thick seed across your lips with a sated, wolfish grin before he adds in a mock irritated tone,

"I hope I managed to get that 'witcher cum' nonsense out of your head, darling," as he eyes your Geralt t-shirt.

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further cum ornaments fic recs: Pearl necklace given by August and His Princess (gallery of creampies) by @littlefreya

My intention isn’t to BOSS people around. But people who don’t create on tumblr really have to understand that if creators stop posting here, you won’t have anything else to like but maybe memes. If you want content to circle around to your dashboard… you have to pay it forward and reblog. That is why this website is dying. The Ban is not the only reason.

What The Heart Wants

Steve Rogers x Reader; Clark Kent x Reader

Words: 4995

Warnings: NSFW 18+, Minors DNI. Smut, fluff, angst, longing, match making, anger, cheating, controlling and abusive behaviour, Steve is a dick, Nat is a good bro, Marvel DC crossover, arrogance, threatening behaviour, romance, confessions of feelings.

A/N: This is my entry for Rhi’s Writing Challenge. I had the prompt “Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same”, so I knew straight away I needed the wonderful Henry Cavill included somehow. I’m a ho for him – sorry, not sorry. I decided on a bit of a Marvel/DC crossover for this one and really enjoyed it as it’s really helped me move out of my writer’s block. So thank you Rhi, I’m grateful for the chance to have written this.

As always, my work is not beta read. All mistakes are my own and I know there will be some as I write at night when insomnia strikes. Please feel free to like, reblog and/or comment. I really appreciate feedback from people who read my work. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

She sat at the table in the dining area of the compound and was reading through a file when Nat walked in and sat beside her. Y/N smiled thankfully as she accepted the coffee Nat placed on the table for her.

“Is that Tony’s new project?” Nat quizzed sipping her skinny latte.

“Yeah, he wants everything to look perfect for when Mr Wayne arrives with Mr Todd and Mr Kent” Y/N explained. The woman wasn’t an Avenger but was central to the Avengers Initiative and Stark Industries as a PA to the Avengers and Pepper. Nat looked at the papers on the table taking note of the photographs of the visitors and their associates in Wayne’s covert business JLA Enterprises, not to be confused with Wayne Enterprises. She made a humming sound that caught Y/N’s attention.

“This one looks your type, is he single?” she asked pointing at Clark Kent. Glancing over at the photo and then at Nat who had a smug grin on her face, Y/N shrugged nonchalantly trying to ignore the fact that Nat knew the type of guy she would find attractive. Nat set her cup down, “C’mon Y/N, it’s been over eighteen months now, you need to get yourself back out there. To hell with what Tony says about you keeping up appearances for the media. You shouldn’t be tied to Steve like that after he hurt you then came back expecting you to be so forgiving” Nat expressed. She’d been furious with that arrangement since it all happened. Y/N had been dating Steve for over a year and when it was expected that they were going to take it to the next level, he told her he was leaving her for Sharon, a colleague from a few old missions they’d been having an affair for six months but Tony didn’t want Steve’s name being tarnished, it was something that AI could not risk. When the relationship with Sharon broke down, Steve returned and just expected to pick up where things left off and Y/N refused. Tony then insisted that although she didn’t have to actually have a relationship with him, it would be good for public appearances to look like they were still together and although he didn’t tell her that her job was at stake if she said no, he implied there could be consequences because it could be argued that this could be a clause in her work contract that she’d be breaking. She felt she had no choice and was tethered to Steve who acted quite often like he had claim over her life and decisions because it could impact on their public image.

“Nat no matter what I do, even if I’m not happy with the arrangement, I don’t have a real choice. Even Tony made that clear” Y/N sounded so dejected. Nat was about to say something when Steve entered the room with Bucky, Sam and Peter.

Bucky sat quietly acknowledging Y/N and Nat with a nod, he’d always been polite with Y/N and felt bad for her being caught in the situation she was in. Steve had changed a lot from the man he knew back in the 1940s. Sam sat with Peter and was going over some key things about the changes to some protocols. Steve walked around to Y/N and looked at the papers she was reading. Nat was curt greeting the men but stayed by Y/N’s side.

“I take it that you have been studying the JLA, this is an important meeting. You need to be on the ball with this and the party that Tony is organising needs to be perfect” his tone is almost condescending.

“Y/N has it all in hand,” Nat piped up earning a look of disdain from Steve.

“I was talking to Y/N” he informed trying to sound very alpha male.

“And I have everything in hand Steve” Y/N replied before Nat could sarcastically retort.

“Good. Just remember that tonight you are going to have to put on a good show because I hear that Wayne likes to see solidarity. So, when I say jump, you say how high and how many times” he reminded her that she had a deal to stick to and Y/N silently nodded, her eyes telling everyone how broken this was making her. She gathered her papers together and stood up. Nat got up and walked away with Y/N to the office Y/N had next door to Tony’s leaving the men alone.

“Steve, you can’t keep using her like that. Forcing her to be your public appearance girlfriend and controlling her the way you do. It’s unfair, especially since you are back with Sharon again” Bucky pointed out. He was so disappointed in Steve. Straightening his posture, Steve paced slowly over to Bucky. Sam and Peter were concerned by the tense atmosphere and kept their heads down.

“Buck, you need to know your place. You’re with us because you were pardoned, Tony has connections that could suddenly change that in an instant, you need to tread carefully Sergeant” Steve threatened with a smile. Leaving the room with a grin on his face, he didn’t see the look of disgust that had spread on the faces of the men he left behind.

The limo was moving surprisingly fast considering it was New York. Bruce sat back and took in the surroundings as the car moved. Clark coughed slightly to get Bruce’s attention.

“So, this meeting with Tony Stark is to ensure that we have a united front against hostile aliens, possible magic threats and enemies of more powerful means?” Clark asked to be sure. Bruce nodded but he also had other plans, having been in private talks with Nat for the last few weeks.

“While we’re in the Big Apple, maybe we can look around for a bit of fun” Bruce suggested. Clark’s face contorted slightly as his cheeks tinged pink. He wasn’t inexperienced with women, but he wasn’t as confident as Bruce was. It had been 2 years since he and Lois parted ways, she was happily married to a senior editor for a newspaper in Washington now, Clark still kept up with reporting but was also working part time for JLA as a senior member of the team.

“I’ll leave that to you, you said that we needed to focus on this meeting and –”

“Clark, we need to attend the Stark party tonight. Loosen up. Who knows, you might even find someone of interest” he grinned. Clark pushed his glasses up a bit and looked away embarrassed. He always found that Bruce liked to push the boundaries when it came to talking about women and relationships with Clark. It was like he got some enjoyment out of seeing Clark squirm. Clark remained silent as the driver alerted them that they were now at the AI compound. As they got out of the limo, they were greeted by Y/N and Peter. Peter took the men’s bags to take them to the guest rooms that Y/N would show them to later.

“Mr Wayne and Mr Kent, thank you for joining us today. My name is Y/N Y/L/N and I will be your point of contact for anything you need while staying with us at AI. Is Mr Todd not joining us today?” Y/N questioned the men while smiling politely at them.

“I’m afraid he has had to take care of other business; someone has been a bit of Joker while dealing with some of our projects that we thought were kept classified” Bruce explained. Y/N nodded at him and then turned to Clark.

“Is there anything I need to know with regards to dietary requirements as I aim to ensure that everyone is catered for at tonight’s party”

“I think we’re fine” Bruce cut in while Y/N and Clark stood there looking at each other just grinning and oblivious to everything around them. Nat came out to join Y/N, she looked demure in her black pencil skirt, ivory blouse and black heels.

“I see Y/N has already greeted you” she beamed.

“Natasha, beautiful as always” Bruce greeted her kissing her on both cheeks.

“And you are always the charmer” she responded. Y/N looked at her with confusion.

“You know Mr Wayne?”

“Bruce and I go way back; I’ve helped him with a lot of his work that lead to JLA Enterprises becoming a thing” she divulged as Bruce slipped a hand around Nat’s waist. She chuckled at his obvious intentions while talking to Y/N, “so I have taken the liberty of helping you out and informed Tony that I will be Bruce’s point of contact leaving you to focus on Clark’s… needs” she bit the tip of her tongue cheekily. Y/N’s eyes narrowed playfully at Nat knowing full well what her friend was up to.

“Ok well lunch is in an hour and half which allows us to show the gentlemen around and give them time to freshen up” Y/N pointed out once again turning to Clark as Nat and Bruce practically sped away from them. Clark laughed awkwardly.

“I guess it’s just us” he nervously spoke.

“I guess it is Mr Kent” she shifted on her feet feeling like a senior in high school meeting the guy she had a crush on.

“Please call me Clark” he insisted holding his arm out to her. She linked arms with him and proceeded to show him around as planned.

Once she’d shown Clark to the quarters he and Bruce were sharing, Y/N started to make her way down to the dining room and was grabbed by Nat.

“Come quick, you need to see this!” she urgently declared pulling Y/N to the lounge where the TV was on. Bucky, Sam, Peter, Tony and Wanda were watching the breaking news about the Captain America scandal ‘Captain Cheater’ with photographs and video footage of him and Sharon. She felt the gaze of the others on her and glanced at her feet to avoid their looks of pity, not because she was in a relationship with him but because she had been trapped in publicity stunt and was now being humiliated because Steve hadn’t divulged that he was seeing Sharon again. Angrily, Y/N clutched her clip board and left the room only to have Tony chase after her and turn her to face him. Fury was etched on her features, and it surprised him as she’d never looked like this and had always been so happy and easy going.

“Y/N you need to calm down” he warned.

“Calm down? No I don’t need to calm down. I need to tell you and Steve to shove the publicity girlfriend plan. It’s over, I’m not being manipulated anymore” defiance resonated in her eyes. Tony’s features softened.

“I am sorry, but you are a publicist’s dream”

“He has Sharon”

“Sharon’s got a sexual indiscretions list longer than a 4 pack of toilet rolls” Tony explained forcing Y/N to laugh.

“Tony it is unfair on me, Steve tries to control every aspect of my life and I won’t have it. I am allowed to live my life” she explained. Tony didn’t respond, he looked conflicted. He understood but was also worried about this contract he wanted to secure. Y/N walked away from him unaware that Bruce knew what was happening and was not happy with the way the Y/N had been treated. This was one key thing he didn’t like, especially after what Nat had told him.

Y/N was in her office trying to get stuff done and failing. She’d been crying in anger at the lack of respect she’d been shown. Clark knocked on her open door, causing her to turn suddenly. Her tear-stained eyes opened wide. She tried to wipe tears off her cheeks quickly but was failing.

“Sorry Mr Kent, please come in”

“Y/N, I told you before, call me Clark” he insisted walking around to where she was standing. He took a tissue from Y/N’s desk and dabbed it on her cheeks, drying her tears all the while keeping his gaze locked on her once again. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing” she mumbled not feeling too valued at work at this point. The sympathy in his eyes told her he knew it wasn’t just nothing. “It’s just” she was about to confide in him when Steve entered the room.

“I need to talk to you now” he demanded with an undertone of anger. Y/N straightened herself up and stood upright.

“I’m busy at the moment with Mr Kent here and Mr Stark has insisted that both he and Mr Wayne are my priority over the next couple of days” she retorted with a tone Steve didn’t recognise or like.

“I said I need to talk to you now and, as my girlfriend, you do as you’re told” his features matched the look on his face, dark and threatening.

“I’m not your girlfriend, Sharon is. Go and threaten her. I’m working” Y/N spoke as she tried to turn back to Clark. Steve went to grab her arm, but Clark stepped in front of her and squared up to Steve.

“I believe she told you she is busy and right now I am wanting to look at some of the paperwork Mr Stark has for the deal he wants JLA to sign” Clark spoke with a confidence Steve didn’t expect. He backed away and left, punching a wall as he did and cracking it.

“I’m sorry you had to see that” Y/N apologised. Clark turned to her again and smiled softly.

“Don’t apologise, you don’t deserve to be treated like that. Bruce told me what you’ve been forced to endure, Nat confided in him as it was upsetting her seeing you go through such an ordeal” he explained. Y/N nodded with a wry smile, of course Nat would say something.

“Thank you for understanding” Y/N looked down at the floor feeling very exposed. She wasn’t stupid, she knew exactly who Clark Kent was, but his gaze was so penetrating, it made her feel like he was reading her soul. He cupped her chin to look up at him. He loved how innocent she looked, doe eyed and nervous. He could hear Bruce in his head encouraging him to take a risk and do something for himself and in that instant he leaned forward and kissed her deeply. She didn’t push him away, in fact she allowed him to pull her closer and looped her arms around his neck.

“Be my date tonight” he whispered through the kiss. She could only nod in response, lost for words and blown away by the way he made her feel like she was all that mattered in one lip lock. Surfacing for air, they grinned at each other like starry eyed teens in high school. He ran a hand through his curly dark hair as Y/N adjusted herself to try and look less dishevelled.

“I should erm… I have some work to finish” Y/N fumbled with her words as they both giggled nervously.

“I have a meeting with Bruce too, so I should get… get going” he almost tripped as he walked backwards while looking at her. “What time should I meet you and where?” he stood in the doorway now but didn’t want to leave.

“7pm at the elevator on level 2” she beamed as he nodded and left only to be replaced by Nat entering with a knowing smug grin while texting Bucky a thank you for the media leak. She gave her a look that indicated that she wanted all the details and Y/N was only too happy to share with her friend.

Bruce and Clark sat across from Tony and Steve. Tony had done a presentation and explained the importance of such a merger. Clark didn’t seem very convinced that Tony and Steve were sincere on their promises if the merger were to go ahead. Bruce sat silently, his chin resting on the tips of his fingers, his hands steepled and steady as he listened to the words that flooded out of Tony’s mouth. He looked across to Clark, their glances communicating their thoughts with no words needed.

“Tony I’m not sure how well this benefits all parties if you are wanting to take all of the credit in cases where you need us. You have to remember it was your golden boy sitting next to you that contacted us” Bruce referred to Steve only for Clark to scoff at the reference. Steve turned to stare at Clark, his eyes narrowing at the dark haired journalist.

“Bruce,” Tony laughed nervously, “we wouldn’t be exclusively getting the credit, but the chances are that New York is likely to be hit because our Avengers have made some waves and caught the attention of the wrong people”

“Which brings me back to the question of why we should help if you are the ones creating all of the commotion” Bruce asked again.

“I’m sorry Bruce, but Tony here has done so much to help humanity so asking you to join us is an added part of the whole helping people. I mean that is what you’re about isn’t it?” Steve challenged.

Bruce studied Steve and his frustration. The man was on his feet, hands on hips and looking incredibly fed up. Bruce grinned.

“I’m all for helping humanity but I also care for the people I work with. I want to know that they are not risking their lives as part of a Tony Stark circus fight. I mean that Ultron stuff, that was a whole mess and the Stark weapons debacle, I have to take all of this into consideration”

“And I’m sure you and your company are so perfect” Steve spat.

“I didn’t say that, but I also don’t appreciate treating staff like pawns in a game to look perfect. Look at the treatment of Miss Y/L/N, she is a very key member of your team and yet she is treated like dirt to the point where her job is at risk just so she can make Rogers look good” Bruce added.

“My relationship with Y/N is none of your concern” Steve grimaced.

“There is no relationship as such, the media showed that, and Y/N told me everything earlier” Clark chimed in.

“I’ve had enough of you interfering” Steve was about to lunge forward only to be stopped by Tony. He gave Steve the wide-eyed look to force him to sit down. Steve walked out in a rage, leaving Tony to apologise and renegotiate terms with Bruce.

Y/N looked at her reflection in the mirror and questioned the dress Nat helped her pick up. The shimmery royal blue dress hugged her figure in all of the right places and also draped from below the hips to give the dress a sexy ballgown silhouette without all of the puffy and over the top volume. The silver belt accentuated the diamante sparkles that adorned the fabric in intricate patterning. While make up was minimal, it was enough to bring out her eyes. Hair perfectly framing her face, she spun around one more time to check herself over.

“You need to stop worrying, you look stunning” Nat told her as she entered Y/N’s room. Y/N smiled embarrassed by the comments, not really feeling ‘stunning’. Nat could sense that and play slapped Y/N’s arm, “none of that madam, you need to see how amazing you are” she insisted in her forceful friendly way as she nudged her towards the door to meet the men waiting for them downstairs.

Clark paced feeling jittery, this wasn’t like before, this was different. Bruce tapped him on the shoulder to get him to turn around, his jaw went slack as Y/N and Nat approached them. He could swear he’d never seen someone looking so perfect. Bruce embraced Nat and dropped his arm to around her waist. They walked ahead while keeping a watchful eye on the bashful couple they had been pushing together.

“You… you look…” Clark coughed before finishing his sentence, “you look amazing” he finally managed to speak with a nervous boyish smile. Y/N dipped her head coyly at the compliment.

“You look very handsome too” Y/N whispered as he held his arm out to her. She linked her arm with his, making their way into the function room together. Nat didn’t miss a beat, she spotted Steve in the corner with Sharon, they were exchanging unpleasantries because Steve had been caught out. She was looking forward to seeing his reaction to Y/N’s arrival.

Tony approached Nat and Bruce with larger-than-life hugs and grins, ensuring they had drinks and were being catered to. He stopped in his tracks and gaped at Clark and Y/N so deep in conversation and with eyes only for each other as they made their way over to Nat and Bruce.

“Oh my god, is this what I think it is?” Tony asked breaking them out of their own little bubble.

“What do you think it is Tony?” Y/N asked quirking an eyebrow.

“Are you together?” he quizzed.

“She is my date tonight and I’d like her to be a lot more if she wants to” Clark clarified.

“That’s ridiculous, she is MY girlfriend and the last time I checked, we were still in a relationship!” Steve interrupted with anger. Imposingly, he stomped over and grabbed Y/N’s free arm pulling her away from Clark and making her stumble with the strength of the pull. “Whatever game you’re playing isn’t working you little bitch. I OWN YOU!” he warned through gritted teeth. His eyes were filled with fiery rage as he glared at Y/N and tried to pull her along with him. Y/N snatched her elbow away from him, stepping back and staring at him with nothing but venom. Clark took his place at Y/N’s side, slipping his arm around her waist and pulling her to him.

“We are not a thing; you saw to that when you slept with Sharon and left me for her. I am not yours and never was. I can’t even bring myself to look at you without feeling sick. You have tried to hold my life back for so long – well no more. I’m done with this, and I’m done. With. You!” she punctuated the last part of the sentence heavily so that Steve was under no illusion that his grip over her was broken.

Clark escorted her out of the function room so that she could calm down. They walked to the suite Clark and Bruce were staying, letting her in, he led her to the sofa. They could hear the music from the party as Friday was instructed to let the music play softly in other rooms.

“Sorry you had to witness that” Y/N sighed. Clark put his hand on Y/N’s back and ran it up and down comfortingly until Y/N sat back and leaned her head on his shoulder. He pressed his lips to her head and just let her calm down while he comforted her in silence. ‘Wonderful Tonight’ by Eric Clapton began to play and Clark heard Y/N’s heart skip a beat.

“Dance with me?” he softly requested. She nodded as he helped her up. His arms slipped around her waist and hers under his arms to hold his shoulders lightly. Resting her head on his chest, she closed her eyes as they moved in perfect synchronisation. Clark closed his eyes relishing this moment of closeness as Y/N held onto him allowing herself to relax completely in his arms. Her arms snaked up around his neck as she looked him in the eye. When the line ‘you just don’t realise how much I love you’ played he craned his neck and kissed her with a tender hunger. He knew she was his one, he could feel it, but he wouldn’t rush her or force her into something she didn’t want. As the song finished the kiss continued, becoming more desperate.

Moving to his bedroom without breaking the kiss, they began to discard their clothes in the throes of passion. They back up to the edge of his bed, falling onto it. Before continuing, they surfaced for air, their panting heavy. She stroked his cheek as he goofily grinned at her. She picked up on his hesitance.

“Clark?” her voice barely a whisper “or would you rather I call you Kal-El?” He wasn’t surprised that she knew.

“I don’t want to hurt you if I lose control, you do crazy things to my mind” he confessed as she leaned up and grazed her teeth against his jawline earning a groan from him.

“I trust you” she breathed between the peppered kisses over his Adam’s apple. He tilted her chin to look her in the eye.

“Y/N, your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same” he needed to hear her consent, to give herself willingly.

“Clark, I want you” she uttered and it was the green light he needed.

He splayed kisses down her neck and through the valley of her breasts. Caressing them through the blue lacy bra, he bit down on them alternately, earning gasps each time before just ripping the fabric away. He traced patterns over her abdomen with his tongue teasingly as he dipped lower and lower. He removed her panties in the same fashion as the bra and listened with satisfaction to each mewl and groan she made, the longer sounds indicating what she liked and he was mapping it out in his mind. Committing her body to his memory. He ran his nose through the light dusting of hair as he positioned himself in front of her pussy and smiled almost impishly at her as he spread her open and blew lightly over her clitoris watching her squirm desperate for some sort of touch.

“Tell me again sweetheart” he demanded.

“Clark, please I need you” she pleaded eager for his touch. He ran his tongue over her labia playfully as she tried to push against his face to feel more but he held her firmly in place as he probed deeper with his tongue, tickling her clit it before taking it between his teeth and tugging on it with a soft harshness eliciting cries of pleasured pain from her. She clutched at the bedsheets wanting and needing more from him. His assault of her sensitive bud continued as he began to scissor open with his fingers, she continued to grind against his hand wantonly crying for more whether it was his fingers, mouth or both. It had been a long time since she had sex, and no one had ever made her feel this desired.

“You taste sweet on my tongue, but I don’t want you to cum yet. I want you to cum on my cock” his tone so dirty that it turned her on all the more. He pulled his pants and boxers off almost instantaneously, his cock fully erect and leaking precum. Crawling over her like a lion over its prey, he pressed his lips to hers passionately allowing her to taste herself on his tongue while she stroked his cock feeling him rut into her.

“Don’t tease me sweetheart, I’ll get feral” he warned with an arch of his eyebrow. She bit her lip teasingly.

“Maybe I want you to be feral” she commented with look in her eyes that drove him wild with lust for her. He couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t give any warning as he slammed himself into Y/N, not giving her time to adjust, he began to move with a steady pace as he bit into her and marked her breasts and neck. The combination of being fucked and bitten was driving her closer to her orgasm and it wouldn’t take long.

“Cum for me Y/N, I want to see you blissed out for me” he breathed in her ear in a husky tone. Her walls tightened around him taking all he could give as she came on his cock. It was that and the sound of her calling his name like a mantra or prayer that pushed him over the edge as he continued to pummel her pussy until he coated her with his seed. Clark’s rhythm slowed right down as Y/N came one more time. He took in the look of contented happiness on Y/N’s face and leaned down to kiss her with a slower more intimate feel to it.

“I don’t want to let you go” Y/N confessed as Clark pressed his forehead to hers.

“You don’t have to; Bruce has asked that you spearhead the merger in Gotham if you want to”

“Really?” she asked wide eyed with a grin to match.

“Y/N, the moment I saw you I knew I was in trouble. You make me feel all kinds of things that I’ve never felt before. I don’t know if it is love at first sight, but I don’t want to let you go either” he gave her a puppy dog look and nuzzled her neck like a playful pet while she squealed in laughter and submitting to his affections.

“You have me Clark, I promise” she ran a hand through his hair and just stared into his blue eyes feeling a safety she’d never experienced in her life.

Nat silently stepped away from Clark’s closed bedroom door and smiled cocksure, Bruce, Bucky and Tony shook their heads.

“Pay up fellas, I knew my girl had it in her” she chuckled as the men mumbled in disappointment at losing the bet while pulling out their hundred-dollar bills and handing them to her. Thanking them, she tucked the money in her bra and left the suite to head to the party with the men trailing her.

Though the party was going on downstairs, Y/N and Clark remained in the bedroom having an intimate party for two and marking the start of a new committed partnership.

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Honestly😰😰😵😵

Opinion; Henry in the black muscletech tshirt hits *different* than the white tshirt

Black tshirt: "i'm gonna slam you into that padded mat and make you scream"

White tshirt: "i had steamed chicken and broccoli for breakfast"

Honestly tho i dont think he'd be upset,,, way more intrigued and probably concerned for our mental health 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

EITHER WAY MY CAVILL THIRSTY ASS IS HERE FOR IT 🤣🤣😝😝

Can't stop thinking about the tavern wench who got to fuck a strong, gorgeous, "lustful" (canon) feminist celebrity of the Continent for 3 days.

The Witcher’s fate

Summary: Stumbling across a girl in need Geralt must break his adamant rule to not get close to an omega.

Pairing: Alpha!Geralt of Rivia x Omega!Reader

Characters: Jaskier, Ofc (unnamed)

Warnings: angst, language, Geralt being a douche, blood, A/B/O dynamics, scenting, smut, unprotected sex, claiming, all the odd stuff coming with A/B/O stories, a hint of voyeurism (unintended)

A/N: As my friend didn’t stop bugging me to finally write an A/B/O story for Geralt here we go. Please consider, I never wrote Geralt before.

Cold panic lets you freeze to the spot. All you wanted was to get some herbs to make it through your heat. Now you will never have to worry about heats or an alpha taking advantage of you ever again.

The monster circling you like prey will end your life and it’s your fault. You can almost hear your mother scold you from her grave: ‘how can you walk into the woods in the dead of the night’? 

“Listen, I do not taste good, beast,” you laugh to yourself whilst you try to negotiate with a beast, a monster without a heart or wit. “I know I look delicious at first but believe me, I am a chewy little thing.” The beast’s eyes darken and if you did not know better, you would believe it just smirked at you.

You try to outstep the large wolf, but he steps closer, snarling before he pounces on you. Eyes closed you sniffle as the beast sniffs at your neck, drooling onto your face, making you scrunch up your nose in disgust.

“I know you love omegas, but I am not tasty…” The wolf growls, sniffing at your neck.

“Do not move,” a deep voice bellows, making you go stiff underneath the beast. The wolf looks up, snarling into the distance. “If you move, it’ll bite you and it’s over. Lay stiff, close your eyes, and even your breathing, omega. Do not talk either…”

Holding your breath, you follow the man’s orders, not opening your eyes you lay stiff onto the cold ground, praying the beast will just lose interest.

“If you want meat, try me,” you can hear the man get closer, talking to the beast now not you. “I bet she’s boring and plain.” If not for the life-threatening situation you would give that man give a piece of mind, but not with a hungry beast on top of you, ready to devour your body.

The wolf grits its teeth, almost as if he tries to mock the man with a dark grin. More drool ends up on your face when the wolf places one large paw onto your chest, to dig his claws into your skin.

Whimpers leave your lips feeling blood soak your cloak, but you try anything to remain silent, even though it’s hard to not scream when a beast laps at your neck, demanding submission.

“You know,” you’ve got no clue if the man is talking to you or the beast now but you listen closely, hoping he can free you before the monster feasts on your flesh, “ages ago wolves were the rulers of this forest. People feared this place, trembled at the mere memory of those beasts hunting them down.” 

Something warm splashes onto your face and chest when a pitiful whine leaves the creature’s lips and it drops onto your body, taking your breath away. 

“Nowadays, they are weak, only go after tiny girls like you.” Now you blink your eyes open to look up at a man with silver hair and odd eyes.

Hoping he will help you up you search his stoic face, but he doesn’t show any emotion and your heart drops.

He is not holding out his hand or checks on you. Rather interested in the dying beast he kicks the monster off your body with his heavy boot to end the wolf’s life with one precise blow of his sword, decapitating the monster’s head.

“You shouldn’t run around the woods in the middle of the night, omega,” he spats the last word, pushing some strands of his mane out of his face. “Wolves usually feed in packs. Luckily,” he kicks the wolf’s body, looking at you, “that one is an alpha, girl. The stronger one’s hunt alone, sometimes.”

“I guess I got lucky that not ten or more wolves wanted to kill me but one,” you spat, glaring up at the man who doesn’t react when you hold out your hand. “Not a gentleman, I see,” you struggle to get up, still you manage to go on your knees to grasp for the nearby tree.

“Never said I came to your rescue, girl. I came here for the prize,” now he dips his head to look at your blood-soaked cloak. Oddly, he steps closer now to touch your cheek, smearing the wolf’s blood over your skin. “You’re pretty dumb to walk around that late at night to meet a wolf.”

“Do you want to scare me or wait for me to pay you for my rescue,” you toss a coin at the man, now pursing your lips. “I know who you are, Witcher,” this time you spat the last word. “You only help people for money. I hope this is enough, I got nothing else worth your strength with me.”

“This will be enough,” he grits out, glancing at your neck, feeling a pull toward you he never felt before. “So, you do know who I am.”

“Heard stories about a silver-haired man with glowing eyes. I heard you hunt monsters for money to feel anything but the emptiness in your heart,” you wrap your arms around yourself, lifting your chin. “Is it true Witcher’s can’t feel anything?”

“I don’t think you deserve more than I already gave you, girl,” you nod, eyes dropping to the ground to look for the herbs. 

“No…” The snow ruined your herbs, turned the useful ingredients into nothing but rotten memories of something you picked up hours ago. “Those were the last…” You fall back to your knees, feeling dizziness take over. “I’m lost now…”

The world turns black when you hit the ground with a loud thud. One last word catches your attention before you lose consciousness. “Fuck…”

“Fuck wake up. I don’t have time all day,” the man, the Witcher curses watching you blink your eyes open. “You’re not dead, congratulations.” He mutters, giving you an angry look. “I could’ve been back at town to get my coins, but you had to sleep.”

“I did not sleep,” you whine, feeling odd close to the angry man. “I’m sorry to keep you busy. I’ll pay more for your time.”

“Leave it,” he sighs, walking toward his sword and bag on your table. “I ate some of your bread and drank wine. You should rest, your heat is due any day.”

“I know,” whispering the word you cover your eyes with one arm. “That’s the reason I was out there. I tried to find herbs to stop my…heat.”

“Still, it was stupid, girl.” He looks at you, expecting another snarky comment but you sigh, nodding silently. “You should find an alpha and let him mate you.”

“Says the man not feeling anything. I…I am not like other girls or rather omegas. I like to read and learned how to fight. I punched a boy’s nose at the age of five. None of the alpha’s ever wanted me, except my husband…but he’s gone…”

“Left you for another omega,” the Witcher turns around, raising his eyebrows. “Tragic love?”

“He died in a war that wasn’t ours,” you grumble, turning around to not show your tears to the foreign man. “We barely got married. He didn’t have the time to claim me before he had to leave. I was alone since then and kept it that way. I loved once and that’s enough, I guess…”

“Listen, you should find a mate. It’s not about love but safety,” he steps toward the door, grasping for the door handle. “An alpha will protect you.”

“No, he won’t. He will leave and die just like my beloved,” it pains to speak his name, so you remain silent, closing your eyes when the alpha leaves your house. 

“You left her there, alone?” Jaskier clears his throat, ready to help an omega in need. “Where does she live? Maybe I can help her.”

“No,” Geralt grits out, still not knowing why you made him feel unease. “She doesn’t want an alpha. Leave her be. We have to be somewhere else by tomorrow.”

“I don’t think you will make it far. Snow is coming, along with a blizzard,” the publican smirks, hoping for more coins to fill his pockets soon. 

“I have something to take care of. Stay here,” not wanting to leave the cozy tavern Jaskier nods, still thinking of you in heat. “Forget the girl, Jaskier. Look for the local whorehouse…”

Heat spreads through your body and you crave nothing more than an alpha to take care of your primal needs. You cry out when another cramp let your body tremble in pain.

You can hear the wind howl, proclaiming winter finally arrived; not that you will survive the cold time. Too many heats spend without an alpha weakened your vulnerable body. Now you can only pray the heat will end you soon.

“Maybe the wolf would’ve been the better choice,” you laugh, feeling another painful cramp bubble up in your belly.

“Ungrateful, girl,” you shriek, watching the silver-haired man enter your house. “I should’ve let you die then…”

“Why are you back?” Watching the Witcher lock your door you try to hide the pain shooting through your body. “I thought you hate to waste…” He’s placing his bag and sword back onto your table, still that stoic look on his face,” your time.”

“I think, you have something to offer I cannot decline, girl,” confused you watch the man take off his cape, followed by his boots. “You smell divine, omega.”

His intentions suddenly too clear you try to scramble away when he kicks off his pants. You dare not to look away when the Witcher reveals his body, looking divine himself when he steps closer.

“Why are you here?”

“I don’t know,” he dips one knee into the mattress, surprisingly gently stroking your cheek. “I think you are mine.”

“Witcher’s don’t have mates,” you squeak when he rips the blanket off your body to reveal your nakedness to him. “You have to go.”

“You’re mine, girl. I smelled it the moment I passed the forest. I had to find you, had to save what belongs to me,” he purrs now and your eyes round. There is something in his eyes you didn’t see before. “Be good, tell me your name.”

“Y/N,” you choke out, feeling his hands grasp for your flesh, kneading it roughly. “What’s your name?” He rolls you onto your stomach to cover your body with his large frame. “Please…”

“Geralt of Rivia, girl. Now be good and let me take what’s mine,” his voice so deep you barely catch his words, only the vibrations against your ear he lifts your butt to press your flesh against his crotch. “Feel this, girl? This is all for you.”

“I…I don’t know how I can be yours,” you whine, feeling the tip slip inside of your welcoming heat. You can hear the alpha groan behind you, almost sounding like the wolf which tried to kill you not hours ago.

“I don’t care, Y/N,” he snaps his hips, filling you completely. 

“Oh, holy…” Senses filled with the alpha, his scent, his skin, his cock, you let yourself fall, not caring about anything but the feeling of his shaft sliding in and out of you.

“You’re mine, I can feel it. It’s odd, you know,” he cradles you in his arms, holding you to his heated body. “I don’t feel anything but you. My senses are filled with you, just like my mind. I couldn’t go to the whores, I had to have you.”

If not for your painful heat you would yell at the alpha, throw insults at him but the way he nuzzles your cheek has you on the edge of an orgasm. 

“I felt it too,” you fist the cheap sheets when he slowly starts to rock your body. 

His hold on you possessively, his lips tender against your throat Geralt moves his hips, always bottoming out after every hard thrust. 

“You take control over me like an enchantress,” Geralt curses, speeding up, rubbing his thick shaft along your walls with every long stroke. “I can’t help it. Roach almost died in the snowstorm, but I kept on going to come here and make you mine.”

“I can’t be yours,” you cry out, feeling your walls clench tightly around the man you barely know. “This is not…”

“Silence, girl,” he snarls against your throat, teeth grazing your skin. “I’ll make you mine,” you don’t understand the meaning of words any longer.

Only the warm feeling of your approaching release and the way the alpha behind you groans your name is on your mind.

“I can’t…please,” your body shudders the moment you fall over the edge, squeezing Geralt tight enough to trigger his knot to expand. “Knot me, alpha.”

“Such a good girl now,” he laps at your neck, rutting into you at a pace taking your breath away. “Let me feel this again.” Warmth fills your belly, and you whine low when he pushes his knot as far as possible into your womb to release his seed into your body.

“Alpha,” a sting lets your body shudder again, forcing another orgasm out of you when Geralt does something he never wanted to do. He claims his omega…

“Thank goodness,” Jaskier gasps, stumbling toward your house. “Roach, I feared you two got lost.” Unimpressed Geralt’s horse looks at the hay his owner gave him hours ago. “Is he still inside?”

If Roach could talk the horse would tell Jaskier not to enter your house, but the mare can’t talk so Jaskier stumbles into the house, turning pale at the sight of his friend holding you down, one hand in your hair, the other at your hip the alpha ruts into you again.

“I’ll be back in a few days,” Geralt would be ashamed if he could feel anything but he’s determined to let you feel pleasure and doesn’t have the time to take care of his nosy companion. 

“You will not come back,” watching Geralt grasp for his sword you look at the man who can’t feel anything but the connection, the bond between the two of you. “I guess I should pay you for your help.”

He looks down at you, a frown on his face at the feeling spreading through his body. “I’ll be back in a few days. This place is mine now, you are mine,” he snarls before you are pinned to the wall. “Four days, be ready for your alpha by then…”

“Four days,” you whimper, returning the bruising kiss he forces on your lips. “I’ll be waiting, alpha….”

Four days and a half later…

You waited for four days, always hoping he will return but with every fading hour you know – he will not come back to you, just like your husband.

When another day turns into night, you sit in front of your house, carefully touching the mark Geralt left on your neck. Tears threaten to fall when you hear someone stomp toward your house, yelling orders at Jaskier.

“Girl,” Geralt grunts, tossing his bags at Jaskier. “I want food, wine, and,” he grins, which is unusual for the Witcher, “my omega.”

“I will sleep in the barn,” Jaskier must watch his companion pick you up to carry you into the house, slamming the door shut with his foot. “I’ll just wait for the next hunt or something then. I am good, Geralt. Don’t you worry…”

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