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This was hands down the story I was most excited to see pop up again. Absolutely 10/10 would recommend.

Applewine Valley

 Part One

The most beautiful header by the even more beautiful @luna-aestas​

Captain Jack Syverson x OFC Izzy

Izzy can’t stand Jack Syverson. She can’t stand him one bit. But. If she can’t stand him, why can’t she get him out of her head?

Warnings: Fat shaming (assumed and incorrect), brief mention of cheating, self depreciation, Language

I don’t own shit. I’m just playing around. 

18+ only. Minors do not interact with my shit. Please don’t report my stuff on other platforms. 

Word Count: 5327

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let’s just say that they’re both in for a shock at posada

soulmate au where the first words your soulmate says to you are written down your wrist. jaskier, the romantic that he is, is undeterred by the bluntness of his words. geralt has absolutely no idea what kind of blabbermouth destiny has bound him with.

INBOX / COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN

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Where the fuck are my clothes, Jaskier?

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Stay

Attn: So it took me forever to write Mikey then just like that, this came to me… May be the small August cameo in the last chapter but who knows. I was trying to just write a mean/dirty smut piece with August but, you all know me. It took a turn lol. Hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 1,508

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Summary: You and August are perfect fwb, but could there be more to it?

Warnings: 18+, sub/dom dynamics, rough oral (male and female receiving), fingering, squirting, name calling, p in v sex, p in a sex, toys, double penetration, multiple creampies, ass eating, choking, slapping, spanking… lord this one got away from me 🫣, aftercare king August tho.

It started off with a throat fuck. He was careless with you. Head of his cock slamming into your mouth as far as he could shove it. No way you could ever manage to take all ten inches there but he was determined you could take what he was giving at the very least.

Your throat ached, and your knees as they rested against the hardwood, the sloppy sounds of your gagging and August’s groans filling the room. His hand rested firmly at the base of your skull as he used you as he saw fit. Tears continually ran down your face as he gagged you. Suddenly he shoved in as deep as he could, holding you there. “This hurt, Princess?,” he asks. “Mmm,” you whimper lightly. “Hmm? So a little then. I bet your cunt is soaking wet though. Is it on your thighs yet baby?,” he questions condescendingly.

You blink up at him, eyes watering more. “Or is it on the floor?,” he says as he shoves forward sharply. You make a hacking noise and feel his cock swell. “I fucking love that sound,” he groans as he repeats it. “I’m going to cum down your throat before I fuck you. You better swallow every drop,” he grits out. You seal your lips around him, ready to do as you’re told. He begins thrusting normally, easing up on you ever so slightly before unloading.

Once he’s done he grabs you by the throat and brings you to your feet. “Now… let’s see how well you enjoyed that,” he says before reaching between your legs. “Such a dirty little slut all slick just from sucking my cock,” he says as he feels the arousal on your thighs. “Y— your dirty little slut,” you reply. He chuckles coldly. “I know. Mine to use however I want, yeah?,” he tells you. It’s not a question but you quickly agree.

He pushes two fingers into your pussy and begins hammering at your gspot. You moan and writhe against him as you cling onto him for support. He kisses you hard, all tongue and teeth as he slides in a third finger. He pulls back and watches your face, mouth falling open at the sight of how wrecked you already are. “Fucking cum on my fingers,” he demands, and your body complies. You gush all down his wrist as he continues his assault on one of the most sensitive parts of you.

Finally he gives you some reprieve and pulls out, only to turn you, pressing your back to his chest and swiping furiously at your clit. It makes more arousal pour out of you. “P— please. Please fuck me August,” you wail. “Since you asked so nicely,” he breathes before shoving into you in one swift movement. The sting is sharp, but dissipates quickly as he slams into you at breakneck speed.

“Fuck. You feel me up here in your tummy Princess?,” he asks as he presses down on your pelvis. The feeling makes you lightheaded. You’re quickly brought back to your senses when he pinches your nipple harshly. “Ye— yes sir,” you scream. He begins pinching at the both of them, pain mingling with pleasure. Your head lulls back against him and you faintly feel him kicking your feet apart.

One hand stays on your nipple while the other reaches down to deliver a slap to your clit. “Ahhh,” you moan. You’re all sensation. His fast, deep thrusts, the pinching, the slapping. Chill bumps begin erupting across your skin. “Give me what I want,” he growls into your ear. He wraps an arm around you as you cum all over the two of you, August not far behind. His cock stretches you to your limit as he empties inside of you.

Once he’s done he quickly shoves you down onto the bed, face down ass up. You begin baring down, knowing he wants to see his cum drip from you. He flips you before shoving his fingers back in and lapping at your clit. He alternates between licking it and letting his mustache scrub against you. “Want your cock. Wa—,” you plead before his hand and a sharp sting comes across your face. “Good little sluts take what they’re given,” he says as he meets your eye.

“Yes sir,” you pout. He makes you cum on his hand again before flipping you over. He smacks your ass , leaving his handprint on each cheek before pulling them apart then licking your puckered hole. “Mmm,” you squeal, unused to the sensation. You finally relax into it, enjoying the feeling. Suddenly you’re further folded into yourself, head on the mattress and given his cock.

He grips your shoulders as he rams into you. The next moment you feel his thumb pressing into your asshole. “Feel good baby girl?,” he asks. “Y-yeah,” you admit. “Touch yourself,” he then says. You begin drawing tight circles against your clit, adding to your pleasure.

August fucks you well into the night. You’ve had so many orgasms you’ve lost count. Your moans turn into to nonsensical whimpers and pleas. Tears fall down your cheeks as he plows into you in prone position. He’s so deep, everything feels so tight like this. He has his hand around your throat while the other roams. Smacks to your ass, pinches to your nipples, fingers in and out of your mouth. He’s everywhere.

“I c— can’t. August I—,” you blabber. “Do you need to use your safe word Princess?,” he questions. “N— no sir. I ju—,” you sob. “Then shut up and fucking take it,” he says, fucking you harder. He fucks you through that orgasm, before pulling out and shoving into your ass. After getting set he positions you so that your back is against his chest again. “You’ve been so good for me Princess,” he comments before you realize he’s got a dildo in his hand.

It’s not just any dildo either, it’s the one he made for you… a custom mold of his cock. “Do you want me in both holes baby?,” he then says. “P— please sir,” you beg, near delirium. He shoves it into you and starts pounding you in both your ass and pussy. “How’s it feel?,” he says against your ear. “‘M… so full. So full of you August,” you shudder. It sets him off. He fucks you harder than ever, somehow keeping the rhythm with both cocks.

This time when you cum he has to both shove in and hold on tight, the force of it trying to shove him out. Once you’ve calmed down he finishes himself off in your tight ass. He pulls out then sets you up so he can watch his spend drip out of you once again. “God you make me so fucking hard,” he huffs. This time he flips you to your back before reentering your ass, then places the dildo inside you. He uses his hips to fuck it and himself into you, more gently this time.

His thumb strokes your clit as his eyes stay on yours. “Can’t believe such an angel would let me defile her like this,” he says, almost reverently. “A— anything for you August,” you manage as yet another orgasm approaches. He leans down to kiss your lips, rutting deep into you until he feels you convulsing around him. The sensation brings him to his final orgasm of the night.

When he pulls back he looks into your eyes. He’d met you by happenstance eight months ago during a mission and simply couldn’t resist. He’d been honest with his intentions. He wanted to fuck… he didn’t want a relationship, to be tied down. You were unsure, but after being with him once you were all but addicted. You’d miss him when he was a way, and told him as such.

After about three months of your little affair, he began sending gifts, hence the custom made dildo, and so many other things.

Now he sat here, still inside you caressing your face gently. He pulls out and carries you to the bathroom. He’s always rough, and sometimes mean, but after the fact he takes perfect care of you each and every time. He wipes you clean, bathes you, then rubs lotion over your body in a gentle massage until you’re asleep. Then the next morning he’s gone…

So that’s why when you awake you’re shocked to find his big blue eyes staring down at you, strong arms wrapped tight around you… possessively. “I don’t want to leave again,” August whispers. “Then stay,” you reply without hesitation. His lips devour yours, trying to convey what he feels for you, and just like that it hits him like a freight train. “I love you,” he murmurs, overwhelmed by the feeling. “I love you too August,” you answer. All along it had been so obvious, how he couldn’t see it, he’ll never know, but now he was here to stay and he’d spend everyday taking it all in… and paying it all back.

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The only smutty book Geralt knows of is 50 Shades of Grey but the mere mention of it accidentally results in a very passionate monologue about safe BDSM practices and enthusiastic informed consent from Jaskier.

Modern au Geraskier meetcute where Geralt goes to the library to use the printer, and Jaskier asks if he's a new joiner to their book club.

Geralt just goes along with it and says yes only to realise that it's a bookclub for steamy romance novels and he is WAY out of his depth.

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give me them in a field of flowers or give me death

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“There was only one bed” but they’ve been sharing single beds for so long they don’t have a concept of personal space anymore

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And yet… here we are.

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Imagine being so hated by an entire country that in an election where your party gains 15 or so seats, the incumbent party leader loses his.

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i just love drawing them meeting in summer fields :) added close up because tumblr hates horizontal drawings

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heather for protection, chrysanthemum for loyalty, and aster for love [twitter]

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OMG That's so exciting!! 🖤🖤🖤

(Also, you weren't dramatic, you had a very proportional reaction to someone being very very shitty)

The world is on literal and figurative fire, everything sucks. The more I think about it, the more I’m sorry I ever took down my writing, I’ve decided that I don’t give a shit anymore and I’m putting it back up. I’m sorry I ever took it down, and I’m sorry I’m a dramatic bitch. Please forgive me for my fickleness 😘

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You know how sick dogs can get better by giving them a companion?

This but Geralt with Jaskier

Coming down from a potion was always the hardest part for Geralt. The world felt too sharp—lights too bright, sounds too loud, like the volume of existence had been turned up too high.

"Shhh, now," Jaskier murmured, fingers softly threading through Geralt’s hair. "You’re going to be okay."

And just like that, the chaos quieted. For Geralt, everything was suddenly okay.

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a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

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Toss a coin to your Witcher...

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the embodiment of the “morons to lovers” trope :^)