#Geralt x black!female plus size reader

[cardierreh15]

Phoenix: Story of the Lost Fire Princess

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Warnings 18+: He’s going to slut her out lol. Tipsy Geralt , Cursing , Smutty—Smut—Smut , Kissing , Licking , Fingering , , Praising Kink , Finger Sucking , Biting , M & F Orgasms , Doggy Style ( Mirror Sex ) , Standing & Deliver position .

Description: Phoenix gets warmed up Geralt in the in the most, worst (delicious) way possible.

Pairing: Geralt x Phoenix (Plus sized African American Woman)

Word Count: 3.0K

Chapter 6: Stand & Deliver

She was sitting in front of the broken mirror, brushing and detangling her wet curls. Her mind was playing over and over their little friendly scuffle today. She couldn’t help that came over her when she was around Geralt.

Phoenix squeezed her thick thighs together to cease the tormenting numbing in her core. She couldn’t stop thinking about the way he looked at her when he had her pinned down in that snow. How his warm breath managed to heat her entire face. He looked as if he wanted to kiss her, make love to her right in that spot and she was pretty sure they would have if they weren’t interrupted.

There was a shuffle outside of her chambers which caused her to jump out of her own head. Then a thud followed, hitting her door. Her eyebrows tugged together and she rushed over towards the side of her cot where her dagger lied hidden. Standing straight, her grip tight around the handle— she was ready to defend herself against a— too far gone— drunken Witcher if she needed.

The door had finally swung open, and Geralt stumbled in, leaning against the door to keep himself from collapsing. ‘Mmm!’

‘Geralt!?’ She placed her dagger on the vanity and rushed over to him where she was embraced by the strong smell of ale. ‘Uh! Gods, you are — drunk!’ She helped him to stand up straight, pressing her weight against his.

‘Not— drunk. Just tipsy is all.’

Well, his words were only slurred by a tad, and he seem to stare at her for long enough. ‘I can function.’ He carefully pushed her grip off of him. Geralt took a good look at her. His eyes roaming from her gorgeous features to her soft, supple cleavage.

Phoenix swallowed her spit, noticing how his eyes fell from her eyes, to her lips and now to her breasts. She tightened her legs together, hoping to the Gods he couldn’t smell the nectar forming at her womanhood. Clearing her throat, she smooth out her dress and asked, ‘Why are you here? Your room is down the hall.’

‘I couldn’t make it.’ He let out a sigh, his eyes finally meeting hers once again.

‘Hmm…’ she waited for a moment before continuing, ‘Do you need assistance?’

‘No. I’ve come to see you, princess.’ There was something behind his voice. Dark, haunting and wanting. It ran chills up her spine and it caused a lump to grow in her throat. Phoenix took a step back as she grew compelled to swallow her spit once again.

‘Well you see me now. What else?’

Geralt took a step forward, and then she backed up once more. A smirk curled on his lips as he sized her one more time. ‘You don’t have to be afraid of me.’

‘I’m not.’ Phoenix said backing up, her rump was met with the table top of the vanity.

‘Oh you’re not?’ He repeated amused as he finally stood in front of her.

‘Nope.’

‘You lie.’ He said, he lifted his hand, finger tips touching her sharp jawline, tracing down her neck to her soft cleavage. Geralt then leaned into her neck and inhaled deeply, ‘I can smell you from downstairs…’

She shuddered, her head barely moving but her eyes glanced down at him. She felt as if the world was sitting on her chest right now. Yes, it was true she adored him but they were alone… again.

‘You smell… so good.’ His pointy nose softly nuzzled against her skin, right until it met hers. Phoenix stared up at him and a sunken glare reflected in her brown hues.

‘Cedar wood… and lavender.’ She said softly.

‘You know there are sleeping properties in lavender?’

‘Mmm.’ She hummed with a smirk, raising a brow at him. Phoenix never took her eyes off of him.

‘Were you getting ready for bed?’ He asked, his finger tips brushing to the side of her neck and the back of her head where his fingers intertwined with her tight coils.

‘Perhaps.’ She whispered softly, her tongue sticking out to lick at her achy lips.

‘Mmm.’ His eyes finally looked down at her lips again, ‘maybe you can stay up a little longer for me?’

Geralt closed the space between them tighter, his broad abdomen pressed against hers. His head fell to the side gently; leaning down slowly while gauging her reaction.

Phoenix’s lips parted only a small bit as she geared herself up for what was about to occur. Closing her eyes, she leaned in the rest of the way and allowed Geralt to wrap his surprisingly soft lips around hers.

His tongue grazed her lips before he invaded her mouth with it. And she didn’t back down, she allowed his thick, saliva coated tongue to dance around in the privacy of her mouth. He tasted of pumpkin ale; rare to find around this time of the year because everyone had their hands on it.

And by Gods! He tasted so fine.

‘Mmmm!’ She moaned as she lifted her hands and ran her fingers through his white locks. The kiss had only became deeper and the longer they kiss, the more anxious the both of them grew. Her underlings began to soak with her own nectar, while he became as hard as a boulder.

Geralt reached behind her as they kissed and squeezed her soft ass in his palms before he effortlessly picked her up and sat her on the vanity top.

That was the moment that would shift the direction of the night.

He pulled away from her lips, opening his eyes but his forehead still rested against hers and the tip of his nose rested against her cheek. He wanted to smell her up close and personal.

Phoenix heart rammed in her chest as she felt his cool hands reach beneath her night gown. He wrapped his fingers around the hips of her underlings and tug them down with the help of her kicking them off. Spreading her thighs she watched him drop her undergarments to the floor and reach beneath the thin fabric.

His dainty fingertips slowly, teasingly, made their way up her warm thigh, gently caressing the inner before his middle finger and index was met with her precious gem.

Phoenix’s mouth fell as her eyebrows tugged together. She never felt so… good before and he was barely touching her.

Geralt began to gently circle it, lathering her own deliciously juices over her numb.

‘O-oh.’ She moaned out in a studded. Her body grew numb with desire and her nipples hardened against her dress. She could feel her heart beat picking up even quicker than before! ‘Geralt…’ she moaned softly as her head fell back against the mirror, ‘What are we doing?’ She moaned delightfully.

‘Shhhh. Just relax.’ He said before carefully sinking his fingers within her slick core.

Phoenix’s mouth fell open as a that pleasure coerced through her warm veins like icy cold water. It was a shock to her. And damn it felt good. She leaned her hands back on the vanity table top, giving herself some stability before she had nothing to hang on to.

Curling his thick fingers upward, he massaged and kneaded at that soft sponge within her.

‘Uggggghhhh, fuck!’ Phoenix’s head fell forward, watching Geralt’s hidden hand go to work on her beneath her skirt. Geralt leaned in, peppering small kisses on her cheek and neck as he allowed her to take all of this in. Pretty soon, he’d have our poor girl folded up into a pretzel.

‘Mmmm yes! D-don’t—‘ her brown eyes glanced up towards him in a pleading glare, ‘Please…’ she begged.

Geralt gave her a dark chuckle, ‘As you wish.’ And he rubbed that spot harder, faster to enhance the sensation.

‘Aaaahh!’ She called out, her toes curling as she now gripped the edges of the vanity. ‘YES!’ Her eyes filled with thick blissful tears and with one blink, those tears fell down her brown cheeks. ‘Ahhhh!’ Her body rattled as it tried to comprehend this foreign feeling. It had been sometime since she was like this one someone. 10 years to be exact with some low ranking knight from Redania. It was her first and last time then.

Phoenix panted heavily, tiredly as she tried to recover but her mouth was met with his fingers; coated in her own cum. She closed her lips, sucking at his fingers as her dilated pupils stared into his golden ones. ‘Good?’ He asked lowly. She gave him a nod before he pulled his hand away and shoved her sleeves off of her shoulders.

Geralt placed a open mouth kiss on her shoulder, then the nape of her neck, then a suck at her earlobe; which earned him a giggle from the princess. And again their lips met. She reached down and began to undo his trousers.

She curled her fingers around the hem of his pants and gently tugged them down. And she didn’t dare look down. She didn’t want to have second thoughts or be scared off. But she knew by the way he carried himself, he was most certainly packing.

He pulled away to look down at her before he pulled the cleavage of her dress down to her waist; exposing her pretty, full breasts. Goosebumps covered her shoulders and breasts, and a shudder rattled her body. ‘Oof!’ She giggled softly. ‘Cold.’ Her chocolate kisses for nipples hardened at the cool air.

‘Well allow me to warm you up.’ He said softly as he stroked his massive hard on. It was then when she made the mistake of looking down. She knew it! He was huge! Her eyes grew at the sight and before she could say, ‘Wait!’ His pretty mushroom cloud tip slipped right into her tight little slit.

A sharp gasp escaped her pretty full lips, and her mouth fell into a “o” shape shortly after. Her gorgeous brown eyes flickered from his disappearing cock, up to his bright golden eyes.

‘Uhhhh,’ Geralt groaned as he stared back into hers. He just kept sinking and sinking until he couldn’t go anymore. ‘Fuck.’

She reached up to him and pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. Then, she grabbed his face and brought him into another world shattering kiss. Geralt began to thrust his hips forward, slowly and gently. By how tight she was, it would be safe to take it slow at first.

Her head fell back against mirror once more as her tight walls began to adjust and accommodate his size, ‘Oh. Gods, that feels—‘ she was in a world of euphoria! It felt like even for a bit, everything was OK… she was with him and she felt so safe.

‘How’s it feel, princess? Talk to me.’ He whispered before sticking his tongue out and licking the nape of her neck before placing another hot kiss there.

‘Aah!’ She moaned, closing her eyes, ‘So.. Good.’

Suddenly, Geralt’s hips began to quicken. Her breathing had become hitched and she began to feel a unfamiliar sensation build up slowly. It kind of felt like her previous orgasm with his finger but this felt… different. The last one brew in the pit of her stomach but this one… was well down in her soul.

Phoenix’s head grew warm as her mind tried to process all of his. Also, partially cause this pleasure seem to be stealing the air from her lungs. Her hand slipped behind him and cupped his muscular ass before her nails dug into his slightly dampened flesh.

Geralt lifted her leg and hooked it over his forearm. He brought her closer than before and started ramming his cock within her deeper, and faster. ‘Mmm! Uggh, so fucking tight! How warm are you feeling now?’

‘Oooh! So, warm. Oh, Geralt! Don’t stop!’

Poor Cirilla, she knew that if the poor girl was not sleeping, she would hear her loud and clear. But, she knew the more this carried on, she probably would be awakened.

Her breasts bounced with every thrust, Geralt’s muscles tensed and flexed with every movement. And by Gods, the man was relentless! He didn’t let up on her. She did her damndest to be quiet but when he made it clear how good he felt to her, her moans became more constant and got louder by the minute.

Her mouth fell open once again, feeling her temperature rise out of control. The knot in her lower belly grew tighter and her walls held on to his throbbing member snugged. ‘Ugh!’ She let out a harsh moan. She was close, yet it seem so far.

‘Yeah? Come on, love— scream for me?’

‘N—no!’ She didn’t want to disturb the stones in the walls, otherwise Kaer Morhen would collapse with them inside! Plus, his brothers won’t ever let her live it down. And that was her biggest fear.

‘Do it,’ he demanded, grabbing her chin as his other hand gripped at the back of her head. He quickened his hips, ‘Do it for me.’

She didn’t have the strength to argue anymore, her face contorted and folded into something more angelic and pretty as she let her intense orgasm take hold of her, ‘AUUUUGHHH! UGGHH! FUCK— YES. GERALT!’ She called out with her thighs trembling.

‘Good… gooood fucking girl.’ He praised, sticking his fingers back into her mouth. And she bit right into them as she did her best to come down from her high. Moaning against his fingers, she kept her eyes on him; watching as his face molded into something different too.

Between her angelic moans and sobs; Geralt’s seducing groans and grunts, they made beautiful music together. He’d build her up over and over again just to crumble her down once again. Every time just seem to be different from the last. From the way she sounded to the way she felt inside.

He was thinking of different ways to please her and be spontaneous… but then he thought of something that knew would surely get the job done for the both of them.

Pulling his hips away, he gave her a gentle kiss and pulled her down from the vanity table top. ‘Turn around…‘

Confused as to what was happening, she raised a brow and did as he asked. Gently lifting up her right leg and placing her knee on the top, she immediately got the gist of what he wanted. Her tummy tensed with excitement and now she couldn’t control her smiling.

He placed his large hand at the small of her back, gently bending her over a little and admired her big, rounded, dimpled bottom. So cute. Landing a smack across it, Phoenix jumped snd giggled. And again, he took hold of his member and kissed her sticky slit with the tip of his cock. With a hard thrust, he howled in pure delight. ‘URGH! Fuck! I can never get tired of that.’ He chuckled before he started thrusting forward once again.

With this new angle, she felt like she felt everything in a different way. It was like he discovered new depths within her and by the Gods, she had never felt so good in her life.

Geralt held on to her, resting his large hands on her hips and gripped them for stability. ‘Look,’ he said, ‘Look how fucking beautiful you are in the mirror princess. Watch yourself take me like a good fucking girl you are.’

Phoenix looked before her in that partially destroyed mirror and a feeling of pride overcame her. She felt beautiful, wanted, powerful that she could make a Witcher feel so good like this. ‘Ugggh fuck me!’ She begged, holding the edge of the vanity once again as he rammed into her harder and faster before. ‘Ohhhh! I’m gonna fucking come!’ She announced as her standing leg grew weak.

Geralt’s heavy balls slapped and abused her erected clit before he reached down between her delicious thighs and started toying with it. ‘Hmm? You’re gonna come? Come on princess, I know you can do it.’

The surprising sensation caused her head to fall back against his chest and she looked up at him with pleading, wet eyes. ‘Please don’t stop!’

Geralt looked down at her with a sinister smirk, ‘Oh I’m not.’ He flicked at her nub faster, watching as the sensation began to take over her body once again. She was dancing against him, wiggling her hips as she tried to process how to handle it. ‘Don’t hold it in, love. Let it out.’ He pounded faster.

‘Haaa,’ she moaned out once, ‘HAAA!’ Almost there.

‘HAAAAAAA!’

The sudden outburst caused the mirror to vibrate then shatter into pieces. Unfazed by this destruction, Geralt was more than proud and could also feel his own orgasm lurking by.

His thrusts became sporadic and uneven with rhythm. ‘Ugh, shit. I’m almost there mama.’

Mama… how cute.

‘Fuuuuck, you feel so fucking good!’ He called out through his gritted teeth.

Even with the continuing pleasure that Geralt was delivering, poor Phoenix was just too tired and her voice was too hoarse to moan any more. ‘Oh fucking hell…’ he groaned, his sweet lips falling open as his heavy balls tightened. ‘GRRRRR!’ And he shoved his manhood deep within her. His member throbbed, ribbons of his nut painted her walls. ‘Aahh. Damn.’ He groaned one final time before pulling out of her completely.

Phoenix sighed tiredly yet satisfied more than anything. She brought her leg down off of the countertop and she felt a healthy flow of his seed dripping down her inner thigh. ‘Dear…’ she looked down and then back up at him. ‘How long have you—‘

‘It’s been awhile princess…’ he yawned and kicked off his boots and trousers off of his feet and ankles.

Well, it’s been awhile for her too. She gave him a sweet smile and her head fell to the side, looking at the bed. ‘Bedtime?’

Geralt smirked, ‘Bedtime.’ He repeated and the both of them crawled into her bed. Geralt wrapped his large arms around her, tried to warm her up as much as possible. ‘You can rest now princess… I’m here.’

That’s all she wanted. Forever.

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🌺 Masterlist 🌺

‼️ = possibly triggering content

💦 = contains sexual content, not necessarily smut 

Rio 

Jealous/possessive Rio 

Domestic life 

Rio getting a call that his girl was mugged

Significant other was hurt in like a car crash or non-gang related incident

Rio's reaction to his boo strip teasing💦

Rio’s girl being pregnant

Rio meeting and falling in love with a female version of himself

Rio having his girlfriend meet Marcus for the first time

Rio taking care of his newborn baby and wife

Rio taking care of his little girl because mama is sick with the flu

Reader gets taken by a rival gang as leverage ‼️

Rio trying to win over a woman who he really can be himself with

Rio's reaction to you flinching when he breaks something or yells and what he would do to assure you that you were safe with him ‼️

Rio on his wedding day/night 💦

Rio’s girl giving him the silent treatment like after a fight

Reader it is Beth’s sister who is with Rio. She betrays him for her sister and the crew

Rio doing daddy duties/ taking care of Marcus and his new baby

Shower sex 💦

Rio’s reaction to the reader with a complicated relationship getting flirted with

One of Rio’s men steps out of line and makes a move on his SO

Rio hiring a shy nanny who he really likes to tease

Reader is frustrated by how much Rio’s been working and doesn't know how to bring it up. Reader starts acting different and eventually Rio gets her to tell him what's wrong

Rio’s baby girl calling him dada for the first time and giving him a big smile

Rio dating a younger reader

Reader & Rio going to an event where reader gets nervous and starts being overly critical of what she's wearing/how it looks on her ‼️

Rio getting hurt by a rival and his girl reacting & consoling him

You find out Rio slept with Beth and try to leave him but he cuts it off with her

Rio and a girl he is secretly in love with having to share the same bed

Rio finding a hickey on his girl that he’s positive wasn’t from him💦

Rio vs Billy 💦

How Rio would be with someone who put him and Marcus first and kept doing it until she cracked

Rio and the reader spending time with Marcus and admiring the new baby

Rio gives a little degradation after he finds you super wet, even though he hasn't touched you and he over stimulates you💦

Reader is black & someone makes a comment about her weight or her being a poc around him causing him to lash out‼️

Rio’s reaction to another man making you cry

Make-up sex with Rio 💦

How Rio would react and treat a girl he had feelings for but wasn’t yet dating who just got emergency surgery

Rio having an SO with long luscious hair and him washing her hair for her

Rio x reader where her ex shows back up in her life and tries to win her back/turn her against Rio and how Rio reacts to it

Readers boss blatantly flirting with her in front of Rio ‼️

Rio and the reader at their gender reveal or baby shower

Rio getting jealous by his S/O fangirling over a hot actor during their movie night at home

Rio’s normally very bold gf who gets shy with sexual things gets caught touching herself while watching porn 💦

Rio and Marcus picking up the reader (mom/wife) from the airport after a long trip, and they go home and spend quality time together

Rio and the reader having a romantic/sweet date night

Beth attempting to kill Rio’s SO because she’s jealous of her and what Rio would do in response

Beth making it look like Rio is cheating on reader with her. He finds out Beth planned it but reader leaves him & Rio getting revenge  

Rio with a girl who went behind his back to help Ruby, Annie, and Beth 

First time reader & Rio discuss what he actually does

Rio thinking his SO is cheating but she’s not

Rio taking care of his girl after she gets her wisdom teeth taken out

Rio saving a girl from some drunk trying to mess with her and that’s how they meet !!

Reader trying to leave in the middle of the night for a walk after a fight 

Rio finding out his girl is bi and ask of she wants to try it with him and a woman

Rio meeting the reader’s parents

You are Rio's ex/gf/ Marcus' mom/ and find out about Beth's "pregnancy"

Rio fingering his girlfriend 💦

Would ever snoop through his SO’s phone

Rio dating a clumsy girl

Drabble: Gunk kink 💦

How would Rio deal with his S/O being very sensitive and emotional

Rio with a tall reader

Rio taking his SO’s virginity 💦

Rio comforting reader who had PTSD and nightmares  !!

Strip Poker with Rio 💦

Making out with Rio would include 

Rio accidentally walking in on the girl he loves having sex with another dude

Getting back together with Rio and finding out about Beth’s pregnancy

Honeymoon with Rio

Drabble: Control your anger or you’ll have me to worry about

Working as Rio’s assistant/secretary and having a flirty relationship

Rio being friends with reader who is in a bad relationship and is very neglected by her current bf

Morning sex with Rio 💦

Beth shoots reader instead of Rio and then he thinks she's dead but she came back 

Rio with a sub SO who likes to be choked 💦

Rio and Billly share reader

Rio dating dancer reader 

Rio taking reader for her first tattoo

Quarentine with Rio

Rio with pregnant reader who doesn’t want to be a mom

Rio with shy trans mtf reader

Rio with reader who doesn’t want kids 

!! Rio getting with reader who was in an abusive relationship !!

!! Reader runs into toxic ex and Rio gets protective !!

Rio going to the club with the reader 

Reader taking care of and spoiling Rio

Rio with a pregnancy kink 💦

Reader doing the refusing to kiss your boyfriend prank on Rio

Latina reader unknowingly intimidates Beth and end up making her jealous when she finds out you’re together 

Rio shaves pregnant reader since she’s so far along that she can’t

Reader wants to post Rio on social media but he’s hesitant 

Rough blowjob with Rio💦

Rio’s reaction to someone threatening your life while out together 

Being Rio’s new employee who steals his attention away from Beth 

Rio with soft and innocent reader

Rio lets reader take control for the night 💦

Cops bring reader in for questioning and he pampers you after you stay solid

Billy Russo 

Jealous Billy

Fight and making up with Billy 

Billy’s been acting weird so his girl thinks he's cheating. She eventually can't take it anymore & he comes home to find her gone. He tracks her down and proposes 

Billy thinking his girl is cheating (She's not of course)

Rio vs Billy 💦

Billy gets reader pregnant in a fwb situation but is smug about it

Billy coming home to find you asleep on the couch surrounded by work

Billy finding out the Reader is pregnant and being delighted and determined to give his child a better life than he had

NSFW Alphabet 💦

Rio and Billly share reader

Billy worries reader will leave him if she learns the truth, but she already knows 

Protective Billy with hurt reader 

Frank Castle 

Reader has a really bad anxiety day and he’s soft with her and quiet‼️

NSFW Alphabet💦

Domestic life

Soft but still angsty “I thought I lost you” with frank after a bad night

Seeing Frank at the diner for a while before finally approaching him 

Geralt of Rivia

A kid tries to pay Geralt to kill a monster but the monster turns out to be an abusive parent‼️

Ray Merrimen

Ray’s new girl is coincidentally just in the bank he and his crew are robbing

Reader having a crime boss ex that wants reader back, and 2) finding out what Ray does and her reaction to it

Ray meeting a girl at the gym/dojo that can kick his ass, despite the size difference

Ray being your instructor at the gym would be like

NSFW Alphabet💦

Bratty reader who keeps bothering Ray while he's working on plans for the next hit because she wants attention 💦

Ray expressing how much he cares about you x plus sized reader ‼️

Going on vacation with Ray 💦

Ray’s stripper ex is trying to cause trouble in his new relationship because he moved on from her after he got out of prison

Ray’s reaction to his girl getting into a fight with someone or more like defending herself

Reader is feeling ignored by Ray so she seeks attention elsewhere, but it backfires

Ray’s totally smitten for the shy reader who doesn't think he'd be interested in her

Ray  spoiling his girl because he's nervous that he's about to propose

Ray just can't keep his hands to himself when reader is around 💦

Ray’s girl is afraid to tell him she's pregnant as they never talked about having kids

How would Ray react to his girl feeling neglected and seeking attention elsewhere

How Ray deals with reader’s male friend who tries to sabotage 

Jealous of Ray’s ex FWB, reader starts dressing and acting sexier 

Cuddling in bed with Ray

Ray taking care of reader during her period 

Reader thinks Ray’s cheating but he’s not

Reader is unsure where her relationship with Ray lies, he makes it clear she’s his

Joseph Seed 

Joseph with small and petite girlfriend

NSFW Alphabet💦

Joseph finds someone just like him, who believes in his vision and takes care of everyone, like a mama bear

Joseph's wife finding out she's pregnant

Having an atheist girlfriend 

Joseph falling head over heels for a new follower of his church

Joseph with a virgin SO💦

FC5 Misc. 

The Seed brothers learn about latina readers curly hair while in the bunker 

Jacob Seed 

Jacob with a tall girl, a blonde with blue eyes

Dom!jacob with newly subdued but bratty Dep 💦

Jacob with a chubby S/O 💦

Jacob with small and petite girlfriend

NSFW Alphabet 💦

Animalistic dom!jake with a breeding kink taking his plus-size wife 💦

Having an atheist girlfriend 

Jacob with a virgin SO💦

Jacob Seed and a super sweet/naive SO who looks harmless, but can kick ass 

Jacob and asexual reader 

Jacob taking his plus sized virgin wife’s virginity 💦

John Seed 

John dating a small, thin Hispanic girl with crazy curly hair

John with small and petite girlfriend

Having an atheist girlfriend 

NSFW Alphabet💦

John with a virgin SO💦

John secretly dating Dep reader 

Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo

Miguel in bed (general)💦

Helping Miguel unwind after a rough day 

Miguel surprises reader after you thought he forgot your anniversary 

Miguel telling his child about how you and him met 

Nick Amaro 

Loving Nick coming home to reader after being away to work on a case 

Agent OA Zidan 

Having an interfaith relationship with OA

Plus size reader tag Black reader tag Latina reader tag

[cardierreh15]

𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱: 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 , 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦 , 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 , 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 & 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 , 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 , 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐞 , 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 , 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐞 , 𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐞 (𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲)

Chapter 1: Her Majesty

Chapter 2: Friend, Mentor, Protector.

Chapter 3: Deadly Force

Chapter 4: Kaer Morhen

Chapter 5: The Formidable Opponent

Chapter 6: Stand & Deliver.

[cardierreh15]

Knight in Shining Leather

I do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warning 18+: Violence , Cursing , Attempted SA , Blood , Gore .

Pairing: Geralt Of Rivia(modern) x Nessa (Black!Plus Size Female)

Description: Geralt being a knight in shining armor.

Word Count: 2.2K

One shot

It was a beautiful autumn night. The night’s air smelled of cinnamon and pumpkin. With it being just cool enough for her to wear a cardigan over her shoulders. Pretty soon, she would get too warm to even rock it.

It was roughly 9:45pm and she had come from a night out with the girls. Her best friend insisted that she drive her home since she stayed so close by. But Nessa was too hardheaded to let her do that. Besides, the walk wasn’t even 20 minutes away.

But a lot can happen in 20 minutes can it?

Her thick heeled boots clicked loudly on the asphalt, echoing throughout the street and bouncing off of the other buildings. She lived in a small town, so it was no surprise that almost everyone was in the house by now.

Nessa had her hands tucked in her pockets, at this point walking absentmindedly. She didn’t even realize there were two men walking about a few yards behind her. She didn’t think much of it, perhaps they were trying to make it to their destination too.

But their footsteps grew a little impatient.

This caused her to take further strides; holding her purse tightly in her arm as she tried to sneak her hand into it to retrieve her pepper spray.

‘Get her!’ One of the males exclaimed.

A panicked gasp escaped her lips as she did her best to take off but they were close enough to snatch her up by her cardigan. ‘HELP!’ She exclaimed before a man placed his large hand over her mouth and held a butterfly blade against her face. ‘Shhhh, shhh. Now, just be a good girl.’ He whispered against her ear.

She then bit down into his fingers and stepped on his foot. The criminal yelped out in agonizing pain.

‘Fuck you!’ She exclaimed before she was instantly grabbed by another male.

‘Get the bitch into the alley!’

‘No! No! Stop!’ Nessa begged and pleaded as she tried her best to fight back. But they weren’t having it.

They slammed her against the wall and she whimpered out in pain. ‘Urgh!’ She fell to her hands and knees. ‘Please— take whatever I have… it’s all material— I don’t want it! Please.’ She insisted, sobbing as she held her chest.

The bald headed guy began to dump out all of the contents in her purse and searched through it. ‘Awww, the bitch ain’t got nothin’. Lipstick, tampons, some other make up, — a wallet…’ he then looked at her name and then started going through her wallet where he snatched out $500. ‘I found a jackpot…’ then he walked over to the the ginger haired gentleman who towered above her.

‘How much ya find?’

‘$500. And It’s a Chanel wallet, taking that too.’ The male chuckled.

Nessa was on her knees before them as if she were praying to her God. Her hands shook as if her bones were chilling in the Arctic.

‘Nice,’ the ginger chuckled as the bald guy passed him some cash. ‘Now, the question is… what do we do with you?’

‘Hmmm. She’s pretty cute. She’s thicker than the rest of em. And you know I looove when they fight.’ He said as he shoved the wallet and the cash in his back pocket.

She instantly knew what baldy meant, and it caused her to panic a bit more. Until suddenly, the ginger just happened to step out of the way, and the bright LED street light caused a thick shard of glass to glisten in her eye.

Carefully leaning down as the two men bickered about who were going to have their turn with her first, she then grabbed the glass in her hand and waited.

The ginger sighed and rolled his eyes, ‘whatever. Fuck it. I’ll hold her still.’ He then squat down before her, ‘Alright sweet heart, you’re gonna—‘

Nessa instantly swiped the glass upward, aiming to stab him beneath his chin but instead, slicing his cheek.

‘AUGH!’ He practically jumped back; feeling the stinging pain at his cheek. Ginger grabbed the gasp and looked at the bright red blood in his palm. ‘You fucking bitch!’

His partner instantly brought her up to her feet, disarmed her and slapped her across her face so hard, he split the inside of her cheek.

She fell to the ground, her mind spinning as if she had swallowed a whole bottle of tequila. She could only hear the sound of their voices. They were so loud in her ears.

‘Kill that bitch! Kill her!’

She didn’t even know who was saying, all she knew was that she was pretty sure she was going to die in this filthy ass alley. And it would probably take her loved ones days to find her knowing these fools.

The ginger some how had the strength to pull her up to her feet. ‘You fucking— BITCH!’ And he kneed her in the stomach before she fell back down to the ground again. He kicked her, several times in the ribs.

Nessa whimpered out, choking on the air that was fighting so hard to come into her lungs. She lifted her hand up, in a “I surrender” kind of way, ‘please. Stop.’ She was too weak to scream for hell at this point.

‘Stop? Haha… oh wait til we’re done with you… get her up.’ Ginger said to Baldy.

Suddenly, everything felt like it was moving much slower than she was. Between the two antagonists, was a pair of bright golden eyes that reflected in the shadows. She thought she was hallucinating so she just laid there, accepting her fate that was to come.

When Baldy lifted her up to her feet, her head rest back against the brick wall. ‘Come on… make it quick.’ She breathed out tiredly.

Ginger chuckled and then Baldy chimed in. ‘Suit yourself.’

Suddenly, a bright flash whipped through the air like something out of a supernatural movie.

Nessa felt Baldy’s grip on her grow weaker and she noticed a thin line across his neck. A dribble of blood came leaking from his lips and his nose. She then noticed the sunken glare in his eyes.

His neck became a waterfall of his blood and a millisecond later, his head fell to wet the concrete and his body followed.

Nessa felt her stomach turn at the sight. She stumbled backwards in fear; immediately covering her lips to hold back the throw up that tried to fight its way out.

Ginger let out a scream as he saw his buddy’s head roll at his feet.

She felt too damn sick and scared to move really. Also, she couldn’t get over — how could someone be that talented with a blade that:

A.) No blood had spilled on her.

And

B.) None of them were able to see or hear him coming.

Ginger instantly pulled his gun out and walked over towards Nessa. ‘Whose there!? Come out!’ He snatched her up and pointed the gun at her head. ‘Come out! Or I swear to God, I will blow this bitch’s brains out!’

‘Please—‘ she started as she held her hands up.

‘SHUT UP!’ Ginger yelled as he looked all around. ‘Alright,’ he then clicked off the safety, ‘I’ll give you to the count of 3… come out— with your hands up… and I won’t kill her…’

‘Why would you think they’d come out for me?! I-I don’t even know what’s going on!’ She said out as she wiped her bloodied nose.

‘Shut. The fuck. Up. I swear you’re making this so much easier!’ He said as he continued to look around, ‘ONE! …. TWO!….’ He pressed the barrel against the back of her skull.

On three, a white haired male stepped from out of the shadows; those damn golden eyes making an appearance before he did. He wore black leather, and held a huge sword in his right hand. He had a scowl on his face that could kill instantly.

Ginger’s mouth fell slightly as he watched the tall, unearthly being approach the both of them. He stepped back, ‘Y—you… it can’t be. B-BACK UP!’

He just kept walking towards them. The sound of metal clinked with each step.

Ginger had finally hit the wall and Nessa looked back at the both of them.

‘Y—you’re dead! Y-you’re suppose to be dead!’

‘Says who?’ The white haired male asked, ‘You?’ His head fell to the side. Then he looked behind him, noticing the women who still stood there. He then looked back towards Ginger, ‘Go ahead… shoot her.’

Nessa’s eyebrows tugged into one in confusion. She wanted to impose on this reunion but she was hurting too bad to talk.

Ginger’s bottom lip trembled as much as his wrist did when he held that gun.

‘Go ahead…’

Ginger swallowed his spit, glancing over at the beautiful woman. He just didn’t have the guts.

The white haired male let out a sigh, ‘I knew it,’ and stabbed Ginger in his abdomen with the shiny sword.

Ginger began to choke. Wheezing as if he’d punctured his lung.

Nessa let out a harsh gasp and covered her lips in shock.

‘You’re… a coward.’ He twisted the blade to open the gaping wound more, ‘You pray on the weak… women and children… you and your friend don’t deserve to breathe for another second.’

He then snatched out the sword from Ginger’s abdomen and the male fell forward.

Nessa just stood in her spot, watching the man who just tried to kill her moments before, choke on his own blood and eventually took his last breath as the rest of him seeped into the cracks and crannies of the destroyed asphalt.

She was too frightened to scream, to run but also… her body was riddled with pain. Anything extreme would’ve probably caused her to pass out. So instead she asked, ‘A-are you gonna kill me next?’

The being then pulled out a dark cloth and wiped his shiny sword off in one swipe, ‘If I wanted … you’d be dead already.’

Well that was quite evident. She took in a deep breath as she just watched him sheath his sword and bend down to go in Ginger’s pocket.

She peaked over, ‘… he-he said you were suppose to be dead… are you like someone important?’

He didn’t say anything, instead he retrieved her money from the corpse and then ventured to the next.

‘Could I at least— know your name?’ She asked as she began to pick up her purse and the rest of her belongings. ‘You did save me after all, I would like to know who you are… In case I don’t ever see you again.’

He smirked as he grabbed her wallet out of the headless corpse and looked at her ID. She had a glorious smile. A smile that could turn any rainy day into sunshine.

Vanessa Hodge, December 18th, 1997, Address…

He took a mental note of her address before slowly rising to his feet and walked over to her.

She looked from his hands to his chest, that donned a silver necklace with a wolf engraved in it. She wondered what that meant.

‘Here,’ His voice brought her out of her thinking trance, ‘Your things.’ He looked down at her as she rose to her feet and threw her purse over her shoulder.

‘Thank you.’ She said softly before wincing at the pain in her cheek.

He lifted her chin to examine her.

Nessa hissed at the sudden, searing pain.

‘They most certainly did a number on you…’ he said as he looked at her split eyebrow. ‘Come. Let’s get you fixed up.’

‘Alright… only— if you do me a tiny favor?’

‘Hmm.’ A mere stranger, asking him for favors? He wasn’t the type to be handing those out. Especially without pay.

Yeah, she had no idea who he was.

‘You tell me your name…’

Was that it? She wanted to know his name? She almost got taken advantage of, got her shit pushed in and almost got her brains blown out but — she wanted to know his name?

‘I-I think it’s fair… I’d like to know who my knight in … shiny leather is.’

It grew quiet once more before he rested his hand on the handle of his sword and lifted his head with a gentle smirk.

‘I mean I think it’s also fair because you’re still a complete stranger and—‘

‘For someone who is in a lot of pain, you sure do talk a lot.’ He said as he shifted his weight and folded his massive arms across his chest.

Nessa felt the heat rise to her neck, her cheeks and then her ears. She looked off to the side, trying to avoid eye contact for a moment.

God you’re gonna blow this.

‘My name is Geralt. Now, if that is all you request, we should leave now.’

She let out a gentle puff of air and quickly walked towards him, ‘Lead the way.’ She shrugged.

Geralt swiftly turned around and they headed in the direction Nessa was heading.

‘So, you’re gonna tell me what you do and why you walk around with those things?’ She asked; swiping her dainty manicured finger at his silver handle.

‘No.’ He mused

‘And— Please don’t touch the swords.’ He said, hearing the cling that she left behind with her touch.

‘Oh— sorry.’

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The Stranger

A lil’ sumn, sumn just in time for spooky szn my dears 😩🧡 enjoy.

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Warnings 18+: Cursing , Blood , Cutting & Stabbing with claws , Non-Con Sex , Full Nelson Position?? (I think lol) , Biting , Oral (Female Recieving) , Praising Kink , Breeding , Kidnapping .

Pairing: Vampire!August x Maria(Black!Plus Size Female)

Description: August has a lil fun with his food. 😋

Word Count: 2.9K

Song: Eat Your Young by Hozier

They’re having sex in a graveyard. Thought I’d make that clear. Basically: Dead Dove Do Not Eat

The woman wheezed as she rested her hands on her knees; trying her damnedest to breathe, but the cold air burned in her chest. Doubled over, she coughed hard before slowly inhaling through her nose and then out through her mouth. Standing up straight, her lips trembled as the winter’s air embraced her in a deadly hold.

‘Home, just— try to get home.’ she muttered to herself as she wrapped her torso up in her own arms. It had seemed as if she were walking for ages now, but at least she caught her breath. ‘Home… just…almost there.’ she shivered.

Run, girl, run. A dark essence whispered through a cool breeze, heart sinking into the pit of her gut as a familiar dark laughter followed suit.

‘Stop!’ she cried out, placing both hands over her ears as she started running again. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to focus on pure thoughts. ‘This— *huff* has to be— *huff huff* a nightmare!’ Suddenly, she tripped over a branch, tumbling and rolling until her weight betrayed her; head colliding with something cool and hard. Vision blurred and disoriented, she let out a pained groan as she weakly reached out, ‘Mmmmhhhff.’

Whimpering out, she felt something wet and warm trickling down the side of her face. Dragging her weight across the cool, dewy dirt and grass. ‘Please… please,’ she begged; placing her hands on the tombstone while struggling to pull herself to her feet. ‘Please just— leave me alone!’ she called out, her knees buckling as she stood up straight.

‘Hahah, and what’s the fun in that?!’

Heart ramming in her chest, her breathing had become shallow, the lump in her throat growing painful. ‘Who— why do you follow me?! Why can’t you just leave me alone?!’ she broke out in a hysterical sob, words inaudible. ‘Please! I have nothing to offer you— I can’t— I can’t…’

It grew quiet for a moment. Only the sound of the wind dancing through the trees and the dead leaves scraping against the ground filled the air. Suddenly, when safety seemed sure, she got wrapped up in a tight embrace. A cold hand covered her lips as she began squeal into the stranger’s flesh. The stranger grinned darkly as the woman flayed her arms and legs around.

‘Tag. I've got you now!’

He snickered, turning her around to get a good look at her. She was ravishing! Full puckered lips, gray eyes that made her tears resemble a rainy day. Her skin, soft and silky like raw honey. She was almost too pretty to eat. But he’d always been the type to play with his food.

Grabbing her jaw, his pointy nails gently stabbed at her flesh. She tried to let out a shriek but he placed his index finger against her full lips, ‘aht, Aht, — that’s not a smart idea sweet pea. He grinned, ‘Scream, and I’ll slit your throat ok? Give me a nod if you understand.’

The woman’s frightened eyes stared up into his bright blue irises that shone in the darkness, resembling that of the deepest depths of the ocean. She nodded hesitantly, never taking her eyes off of him.

‘Mmm, that’s a good girl. You are awfully pretty.’ He cooed, dragging his claw down the side of her face. ‘I would have hated to kill you before I've had my fun.’ he grinned; salivating at the thought of her being his personal blood bag.

‘Now, you’re going to do whatever I say… alright?’

The woman nodded again, a single tear falling down her face. She was freezing! It wouldn’t have been a shock if her tears turned into icicles at this point.

He brought her head towards him, gently sniffing at the open wound she’d created from her dance with the ground earlier. ‘Mmm,’ he hummed in delight. ‘So sweet,’he said, before licking up the blood that dripped down the side of her face.

She was stiff as a board, unable to move from the shock that coursed through her body. There was no way this was truly happening. No, no this had to be some kind of nightmare. Shutting her eyes tightly, whispering, ‘it’s just a dream, wake up Maria, it’s just a dream—‘

His thunderous laugh ripped through the air. ‘Are you sure about that princess? Seems real enough to me.’ He cooed in her ear as he pushed her thick hair behind her ear and ran his claw down her cheek, leaving behind a simple cut. She started to cry once again.

‘Awww, shhhh —don’t cry princess,’ he said as he wiped her tears away with the pad of his thumbs. ‘Everything will be over soon. And, if you behave, I might just let you go. All you have to do… is be a good girl.’

Maria swallowed her sticky spit and nodded once again, letting out a shaky sigh. She was willing to do anything if it meant for her to live.

‘Wh— what will you have me do?’

He smirked as his eyes flickered from her face to her breasts. ‘Well,’ with just a quick swipe of his finger, he tore the fabric of her shirt with his pointy nail. His eyes immediately landing on her silky brown skin, his fangs tingling at the thought of sinking them in that supple flesh.

‘Ah!’ she gasped, instantly wrapping her own arms around her body to conceal it. ‘Wh—‘ she backed up slowly until she tripped and fell back against a stone. ‘Oof!’ she whimpered, looking up at him. ‘H-here?! Now?’ she looked around as she quivered. ‘It’s cold! And we’re in a graveyard! Have you no respect for the dead?!’

‘Oh honey… haven’t your parents taught you not to assume?’ his smirk never faltered as he stood above her, glaring down at her like a hawk stalking its prey. ‘I am… the dead.’ His fangs seemed to appear out of nowhere! They were massive, frightening and white. Very distinguishable even with nights as dark as these. She stared up at him in fear as he reached down and lended her his hand.

‘Up…’ he commanded.

Maria swallowed her spit once again and placed her hand in his before he whisked her up to her feet in a fast motion. He pressed her against his chest, listening as her heart hadn’t ceased to keep its fast pace. ‘Why were you hiding that pretty body from me huh?’ he said, running his tongue over his fangs.

‘B-because I don’t know you! You’re a stranger! A monster!’

The stranger chuckled and backed her up against a tall tombstone. Her back was pressed flush against the coolness. ‘Alright,’ he placed his hand against the stone, ‘My name is August… there, am I still a stranger?’ He drug his pointy nail down the hill and the valley of her breasts, down her tummy until he rested it beneath her button to pop it.

‘I mean… no… I guess. B-but you’re still a monster!’ She bit back.

‘Oh really? Why… that’s not very nice.’ he chuckled, ‘You’re scared of me… aren’t you princess?’ he asked, popping the button to bring the zipper down. She jumped at the sudden flick before giving him a hesitant nod.

‘Good, you should be.’ he said before grabbing her wrist and swiftly turning her around and pinning her against the stone. ‘I’m not gonna hurt you… yet,’ he whispered softly in her ear. Something so sweet, like a lullaby. ‘Just—want a little taste,’ August added as he got down on his knees and pulled her jeans down to her ankles.

‘Wha—?!’ Her panties followed soon after.

‘What are you doing?! Stop!’ She tried to move but he grabbed her thighs and held it in a tight grip. ‘Aah!’ she yelped out at the sudden pain. His claws dug into her cool flesh. ‘I told you to be a good girl! Move again, and I will crush your femur!’

‘Ughh,’ she cried out in pain. ‘Please! Just let me go! I promise I won’t tell anyone!’

‘Well you may not make it out of here to tell anyone sweetheart. We might as well have a little fun huh?’

Maria’s bottom lip trembled before she sucked it between her teeth to keep from wailing like a wraith. But instead, she utter a sound.

‘Attagirl,’ he grinned as he released his grip on her skin, ‘Now… sit still,’ he said before inhaling the scent of her core. ‘Mmmm,’ he let out a guttural growl, stretching his neck and pressing the flattened tongue against her womanhood.

‘Ooh!’ Maria’s mouth fell open as a chill slid down her spine. She could feel her knees growing numb as his tongue assaulted her clit with a vengeance. If she were going to die, at least her last few moments would be of her experiencing a one in a lifetime moment. Fucking a monster.

August lifted her thigh as he flicked his tongue over her glorious abyss and her sensitive nub. ‘Mmmm,’ he hummed before pulling away for a second. ‘Fuuuuck, you’re delicious,’ he pressed a kiss on her inner thigh before he sank his teeth into her soft flesh.

‘AAAAAAH!’ she yelped out, startled by him biting into her. Maria looked down between her legs. ‘You said you weren’t going to hurt me!!!’ she whined out.

August licked at her punctured, swollen skin before placing a kiss on it, ‘Oh relax, baby girl. It’s just a love bite. You’ll be fine.’ He chuckled before his tongue was met with her pussy once again. Such a hungry lover he was.

‘Ooooh! Dear God! That feels sooo fucking good!’ Her head fell back as her fingers gripped at the tombstone. She subconsciously began to grind her hips against his face and reached behind her to grab a hand full of his thick dark hair. His face was just a seat for her at this point. And he didn’t mind it either.

A gasp ripped through her chest as her groin began to tighten as she grew closer to her orgasm. ‘Aaah! FUCK!’ She felt as if the world were crumbling beneath her feet.

August smiled softly as she came in his mouth unreluctantly. She was so warm on his tongue. He could stay here forever if she allowed it. Pulling away from her pussy, he bit into her other thigh. Hissing at the sudden pain, Maria gritted her teeth together and just bore it.

He bit her thighs, over and over again, as if trying to mark his territory. He stood up, peppering sweet kisses against her shoulder, and then her neck. ‘My, my— you are so delicious.’

Maria was lost in a world of pure bliss. The way he touched her, the way his cool lips danced across her now burning flesh— she felt like she was in heaven; or perhaps, hell.

‘How do you feel?’ August asked as his nose nuzzled comfortably behind her ear, in her braids.

‘Am I— am I dead?’ She whispered.

He chuckled darkly before grabbing her face once again as he leaned in for a kiss. ‘Not yet princess.’

Her now hooded, lust ridden eyes stared up at him as her lips parted gently, ready to embrace his frost bitten lips in a warm kiss. Once their lips met, it was as if she’d taken ecstasy. She never felt like this before on behalf of the lips of a man. Could it be the venom on this tongue?

The more her lips indulged on his taste, the more hooked she became. Plus, she kind of liked being able to taste herself on his tongue.

He broke the kiss and looked down at her with a twinkle in his eye. Hmm, he might need her after all. But he immediately pushed those thoughts to the side and walked over to a gravestone. August unzipped his pants and pushed them down along with his boxers.

Maria’s mouth fell open in shock and partly in fear when she saw that monster spring free from the prison of his pants. How was that thing going to fit inside of her?! She’s probably had sex only a handful of times in her life. It wasn’t at the top of her To-Do list either. So it was safe to say, she was scared.

‘Don’t be afraid princess. I promise I’ll be gentle,’ he gave her a devious smirk as he motioned his sharp claw towards himself. Her head fell forward, ashamed. Once in his grasp, he spun her around so her ass was facing him. August scooped her up effortlessly with a carnivorous grin on his face.

‘Whoa—‘ she gasped as she wrapped one arm around his neck for stability as he sat down on the destroyed grave.

August lowered her down on his dick. Thanks to the blood intake, he was standing at full attention and was ready to take advantage of this moment with her.

Maria hissed, digging her nails into his shoulder as the intrusive member basically split her in half. But the pain was blissful. He was filling her out the way she deserved, the way she needed.

‘Uhhh. Damn baby girl. You are so fucking tight.’ He lifted her thigh, hooking his arm beneath her knee and using his right knee to keep her leg up. He dug his sharp claws into her flesh. His other arm lay draped across her belly in a tight hold. This way, he was able to move her body up and down just the way he wanted.

The curvaceous woman threw her head back as he took full control of her body. And the way that he used her felt so good.

‘August! Please!’ she begged before she grit her teeth together, ‘Augh!! Fuck yes!’

‘That’s good baby? Damn, you take this dick so fucking well. Such a good girl for me!’ He let out an animalistic grunt, still bouncing her body but now adding in his own thrusts.

With the two frictions coming together to make one, Maria could feel her fragile human body begin to betray her. She breathed in short breaths, the cold air burning at her chest as she did so.

‘Ooh!’ With August’s fleeting movements, Maria thought she was seeing stars. The grip she had on the upright headstone was so tight, she split her nails.

August howled as his grip on her thigh grew a bit tighter. His nails finally pierced the skin and he drew a little bit of blood. But Maria was far too gone to even pay attention to the pain. August landed multiple slaps on her inner thigh as he reached between her thighs with his free hand and began to rub at her erected clit. He picked up his thrusts, ‘Fuuu—‘

Maria’s head fell forward, her mouth falling open in a big “O” as she watched his strong hand go to work on her clit. ‘Ohhh shit!’ Her bite ridden thighs began to shake as he handled her like a $2 whore.

‘Yeaaaah? You’re gonna cum aren’t you? I can feel it. I can feel you throbbing… that pretty pussy just begging for a release.’

‘Uh huuuuh!’ She whimpered out.

He thrusted harder, faster. Her cries grew louder as he abused her pussy with purpose. With the way she was wailing, someone would say this graveyard was haunted! ‘C’mon princess,’ he gritted his teeth, ‘Come on! Give it to me!’

Maria’s toes curled in her shoes as he plowed into her as if he were trying to explore new realms. She felt the numbness creep up her neck, and now she felt like she couldn’t breathe. This didn’t feel like a common orgasm. It felt euphoric but she felt as if he’d snatched her soul.

August let out a sinister laugh. ‘Oh you sweet thing. You don’t even know what to do with yourself!,’ he cooed teasingly before he grabbed her face. He opened his mouth to welcome her in another kiss. He allowed her tongue to slither between his teeth. And with just a gentle bite, he pierced the muscle.

She whined out in pain, squirming in his embrace as she bled into his mouth. Once he broke the kiss, she laid her head back lazily against him as he had his way with her. She’d lost a lot of blood now because of him. Her body felt completely numb and at this point, he was just using her like a doll. She couldn’t feel much anymore. All she could taste was iron, and hear his desperate grunts over the sounds of the night. Her eyes filled with tears as she knew what was to come of her.

‘Ugh. Fuck, you’d be the perfect mother for my children,’ he snarled out, his teeth clenched as he felt his member throb within her. ‘Sooo, fucking warm princess.’

Maria’s eyes grew wide as a tear slid down the side of her face. She couldn’t find the strength to speak! It was a miracle she was even alive! So she just laid limply on him.

His hand cupped at her bruised up thigh as he rammed his hips faster, coaxing and milking his own nut out of him, ‘Aaah. Fuuuck!’ His balls squeezed as he shoved his member deep inside of her, kissing at her warm cervix.

Used like a whore, Maria just laid there in his hold. Just waiting for her demise. She barely blinked as she felt it would be her last.

August let out a sigh before he laid her on top of the flat gravestone. He stood up, putting himself together. ‘Aww don’t play dead on me baby girl. You’ve proved to be a lot more useful than I thought.’ With the “warmth” of his embrace gone, she laid curled up on that cold stone shivering. She was mute.

‘You’re gonna be staying with me for awhile,’ he said before effortlessly scooping her up in his arms before he began to walk into the darkness of the night.

Her eyes were heavy… and she was growing cold by what had seemed to be the minute. ‘Sl—sleeep,’ she muttered out in pain.

Sleep my princess… for you will be my Queen once you’ve awakened.

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𝐇𝐢 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬! 𝐌𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫. 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 15 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 . 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡. 𝐒𝐨, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡!

𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞‼️ 📣: 𝐀𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 (𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭). 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲���𝐮

𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 “𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤”📚 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 🔞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 18 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐬. (𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐌 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐢𝐭)

𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊

ALAN RITCHSON FACE CLAIMS(Alphabetical order)

REACHER

𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐒(𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑼𝒀 𝑵𝑬𝑿𝑻 𝑫𝑶𝑶𝑹

𝐇 𝐎 𝐋 𝐌 𝐄 𝐒

𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱: 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

The Lost Prince of House Targaryen

Post Human: An Adaption of The Last of Us.

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 , 5 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝

𝑼𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑶𝒖𝒕𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔

When Love Finds a Way

Queenie’s Beehive

Ζαγρευς/ 𝐙𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐬 - sneek peak 

𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕-🔥𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕-😞 Fluff-🌸𝑽𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆-⚔️ Kinktober🎃🔥

Baited 🌸

Double Stuffed 🔥🔥

Goddess of The Moon 🔥🎃

Gym Bros !!! (A One shot from a year ago)

“Jump!” 🌸

Knight in Shining Leather ⚔️

The Lady in Black 🔥⚔️

Love You Up Close 🌸

Poison 😞⚔️

So Anxious 🔥🎃

𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐊𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐧: 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 🔥⚔️

The Stranger 🔥🎃

Traffic Stop 🔥

𝐖𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 🔥

The Real Thing 🔥 (spin off from Wet Dreams)

Zeus Lament 🔥 OUT NOW!!!!

Aaron Taylor Johnson Face Claims (Alphabetical Order)

Juicy Fruit coming soon!

Peter Parker /Spiderman/ Spiderverse

Web Of Lies

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Phoenix: Story of the Lost Fire Princess

Hi everyone! I’m back! Here’s Chapter 4 of Phoenix! Enjoy ❤️‍🔥

**I do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Drinking , Violence , Nudity , Mentions of Loss , THE FEELS 🥺💔 , Angst ,

Pairing : Geralt Of Rivia x Phoenix (Curvy African American Woman) (With Guest Stars: Coën, Lambert, Vesemir)

Description: Days after their ambush, Phoenix & Geralt make their way back to Kaer Morhen where she meets those who helped change his life.

Word Count: 3.9K

Chapter 4: Kaer Morhen

The two of them rode in a comfortable silence. Phoenix was to busy taking in her surroundings as, she had never been on this side of the continent before. Even though everything was pretty much the same, having a new companion, made everything seem all the more — different.

‘Hmm, you’re rather chatty today.’ He said softly, with a slight bit of playfulness. He glanced back over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of her looking down at the shimmering snow.

‘Perhaps I do not have much to say today Witcher. You should pay attention to the path before you get us lost.’ She argued back, her own little playful taunt.

Geralt smirked at her remark, ‘Lost? I know this Terrain better than I know the bestiary of this Continent,’ he looked back, ‘You should put some trust in me Princess.’ And he looked ahead once again.

Phoenix rolled her eyes as a smirk curled on her lips, ‘Hmph.’ She breathe out. Her caramel eyes once again found that sparkling white snow again. This time in the trees. And the way the sun shone down on it, — it was breathtaking. It was like looking at diamonds! It was so white and — untouched! As if no one had ever traveled this far before.

It was unfortunate that she never got to take in this bustling and beautiful world around her. She was always on a time limit. Always on her toes. Minding the twins and running from those who wish to seek her harm. Or worse— bring her back to her kingdom, defenseless.

***

Riding from the protection of the trees up above, Geralt and Phoenix had finally come to a stop in a open field that turned into snow covered mountains. And hiding in plain sight, a place she had thought she’d never see in person, was sitting there awaiting their arrival.

Phoenix clutched the reins tightly in her palms as her chest shook with shock and anticipation. She finally opened her mouth, and a small cloud of fog disappeared before her.

‘Phoenix, this is—‘

‘Kaer Morhen.’ She stared up at the fortress as if it were to burst into flames! It was old as time, (or it had seem to be) destroyed by the trials of time and weather. Or maybe—

Geralt looked over at Phoenix. Watching as her emotions shown like a picture book on her beautiful features. ‘Home.’

She looked over at him with her plumped lips pressed together in approval. ‘After you. I am your guest, after all.’

He had given her a simple nod and kicked at Roach’s side, taking off towards the path that lead up to the fortress. And Phoenix had followed suit.

***

After pulling their horses to a stop and dismounting them, the both of them made sure to tie them up, and remove all of their equipment to bring inside with them. Phoenix was enthralled to learn more about this place! Things that the books wouldn’t tell or her father’s Golden Knight, Levy, refused to explain. She looked around, noticing more debris lying about. Large rocks, broken statues, and one thing that caught her eye in particularly. The remains of a.. Griffin?

‘Geralt is that a—‘

Geralt smirked and looked over at her with slight confusion, ‘A Griffin? Yes.’

Phoenix had dropped everything that she held. Her weapons, her travel kit, her knitted blanket— EVERYTHING— and quickly rushed over to the icy bones. She dropped to her knees, fast breaths leaving her lips. She popped the button on her wrist and removed her her glove.

With the warmth of her hand now gone, she shuddered at the brisk feel. She could have used her power to warm up her palm, but she wanted to feel all of this. This whole moment, she wanted to remember how everything felt. So she placed her palm on the skull of the skeleton and she had never felt so enlightened before. Phoenix let out a scuff, with thick tears filling her eyes. All of this was like a dream to her.

Geralt had picked up her valuables and walked over to her, ‘decades ago. A father, seeking the revenge for his mate and offspring. When Griffin’s mate, they—‘

‘Mate for a lifetime.’ She said softly, loud enough for him to hear but so softly. Phoenix looked over her shoulder, up at him with wet eyes. ‘He only wanted justice. Were there any innocent lives slain?’

Geralt pressed his lips together and give her a nod. ‘Mmm.’

‘Then — you did what was right.’ She sniffed and looked back down at the skull before slowly standing to her feet. ‘This is— stellar.’

Geralt chuckled, ‘If you say so. Come, there’s warmth inside.’ And he jerked his head towards the large doors. Phoenix smiled softly and followed the tall broody man towards the doors.

As they walked inside, the hall was bustling with noise and men chattering. Phoenix was too busy taking in the place to truly pay attention to the conversations. All until it got deathly quiet. She knew then, that the attention was on the both of them.

To be frank, it was eerie. Phoenix swallowed her spit and stepped a tad bit closer to Geralt as they all stood to their feet. ‘Don’t you worry. They’re all harmless.’ He smirked, reassuring her.

‘BLOODY HELL!’ One with ginger curly hair exclaimed, walking over to the both of them. ‘Took you long enough shit head!’ And he embraced Geralt in a tight hug. Once she knew the coast was clear, Phoenix stepped to the side, allowing his Witcher brother’s to welcome him back home. All until—

‘Aye, You’ve brought a guest?’ Another had asked, a bald black man with a blind eye and an intriguing smile. The rest of the men had immediately turned their attention to the woman who stood only a mere few feet away from Geralt. ‘This is Princess Phoenix of Jedajél.’

The room grew quiet once again. Until she waved her hand once, ‘Hello, gentlemen. It’s an honor.’ And it was! She wanted to be a Witcher when she was a little girl. Be the first woman that endured the Trial of the Grasses. But her life steered her in a different direction.

‘Haven’t gotten enough of bringin’ princesses around eh?’ The ginger asked. Geralt’s eyes narrowed and his lips frowned up, ‘aye, aye— relax. I’m only fuckin’ around. Aye, Princess? Anyone who is a friend to Geralt, is a friend of ours!’ And the room erupted with a glorious roar.

That alone was enough to make Phoenix smile. She had never truly been welcomed anywhere. Maybe this was where she was intended to be.

The noises of footsteps had captured her attention. They were not synchronized so there were two people. And one sounded lighter than the other. ‘Ahhh, wolf— you’re home.’ All of the men stepped to the side, looking back at a older male with gray shoulder length hair. Standing next to him, was a young girl. Ashen hair— eyes as green as emeralds. This was the girl. The girl that the continent had literally stopped for. Princess Cirilla of Cintra. And she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Ciri had taken long strides over to him and embraced him in what had seem to be a tighter hug than what his brother’s had given him. And Geralt had returned that hug, in the same manner. ‘Welcome back, Geralt.’

He had pulled away from her, his large hands now resting on her arms and a proud smile on his lips. ‘It’s good to be back Ciri,’ then he paused, his head gently falling to the side as his smile had disappeared. Phoenix studied them— their body language. He was no different than a biological father. Even at first glance you’d think she was his. With all that strange beauty. ‘Ciri?’

Ciri’s smile had faltered as well, in worrisome as if she was in trouble. Her eyebrows tugged in together as if she was trying to understand the shift in energy, ‘Yes?’

Phoenix braced herself. Waiting.

‘Have you done something different to your hair?’

Ugh, he was liable to give someone a heart attack with his antics.

Phoenix had rolled her eyes and silently giggled, her head falling forward.

Ciri halfway blinked before giving her father a happy grin, ‘Indeed. It looks like yours almost.’

‘See? I knew it looked familiar. Very nice, Cirilla.’ And he gave her head a gentle, loving pat before he glanced over to see Phoenix taking in all this — joy. Cirilla then followed his glare. ‘Who is this?’ She asked.

Phoenix stood up straight, gently clearing her throat as the two came closer. ‘Ciri, this is Princess Phoenix of Jedajél. Phoenix this is—‘

‘The Legendary Lion Cub of Cintra. I— my Gods!.’ She reached out towards the girl and grasp her smaller hands in hers. They were callused. Rough as if she had been a knight instead of a princess. The same kind of hands Phoenix had. She gave them a gentle and loving squeeze, ‘It’s a pleasure, Cirilla.’

Even with the power Phoenix wielded, she knew that Cirilla could flip this world inside out with out the effort. And with that, she felt an familiar urge around Ciri. One that was similar to the twins. One to protect.

Ciri gave Phoenix a smile, intrigued by the news. ‘I wasn’t aware that there was any Princesses in Jedajél. They said that she was dead.’

Phoenix scuffed and nodded, ‘Of course they did. I was Princess before your time darling. I don’t really like to carry the title anymore though. Way too much authority for me.’ She giggled, placing her hands on her hips as she looked up at Geralt.

Geralt looked over at her with a nod in understanding, but in reality— he was trying to hide that smirk that was cracking at the corners of his lips.

Ciri smiled softly, glancing between the two. She couldn’t tell if there was something going on between Phoenix and Geralt. From how it looked, they appeared to be friends. But, leave it to her to snoop around for clues and theories. ‘How did you two meet?’

‘Well,—‘

‘It’s a story that can be shared once we all meet for dinner. I don’t know about you Phoenix but, our travels have caught up with us. We’re starting to smell like it.’

Phoenix’s eyebrows tugged together and looked down at her shoulder, pinched at her blouse and did a quick sniff. And she was absolutely mortified! ‘Augh! How is it that we still smell like The Gwellech?’ She whispered in slight embarrassment.

‘SINCE WHEN WAS IT THAT YOU CARED ABOUT YOUR STENCH?!’ The ginger called out before he took a sip of his ale.

Geralt’s head snapped over and that devious grin had curled on his lips, ‘Since when did you possess such a big mouth, Lambert? Oh I forgot! You’ve always had it!’ The room erupted with laughter.

Ciri watched Phoenix as the woman did her best to control her laughter. ‘Vesemir always keeps extra gowns for his guests…’ she implied, ‘That’s if you’d like to smell like drowners and week old onions.’ And she gave Phoenix a half smile. Phoenix gasped softly and looked over at Ciri, ‘Oh dear! Do I smell that bad?’ And she lifted her arm this time, she didn’t have to dip her head down to smell. It had hit her in the face like a ton of bricks. ‘Oh-‘ she gagged, ‘OK, I’ll take your word for it.’

***

Knock, Knock— ‘Come in.’ She said softly as she sat in that large wooden tub. It was filled with decent warm water but she was able to bring it to a gentle boil so her body could relax. Ciri pushed open the door gently with towels in her hands, ‘I’ve just come to drop these off. They’re not… what we’re used to but, they’ll do.’ And she sat down on the wooden stool.

‘Thank you Cirilla. But trust me, I’ve been handed worse. These are fine.’ Phoenix chuckled and pressed her lips together before her head fell back against the tub. Her eyes were closed. She finally felt like she could truly, rest!

Well, not exactly.

‘You know it’s hard to relax when someone is burning a hole in your head with their eyes. Speak child.’

Ciri’s eyebrows raised in surprise a little, ‘i suppose I could have given you some privacy.’ But would she? She was too— interested to know about this woman. But it grew quiet again. She only wanted to ask a question… one that would answer all of the ones she had. ‘What happened to you?’

Phoenix’s eyes flashed open and she sat up. She stared at her with soft eyes. She had knew what Ciri had lost as well. Though the circumstances were different, she couldn’t help but feel the same… two princesses, hated because of what they were, loved because the good they’ve done. Their families stripped away from them like a patch on unhealed wound.

‘You know when I was younger than you Cirilla, I dreamed of becoming a Knight. I loved the idea so much that my father made it his business to have his Golden Knight train me like a orphan off of the street.’ She scoffed and shook her head slightly, ‘When I got older— I looked into becoming a Witcher. I read everything, what it would take— the risks. But then my father met my The Kingdom’s mage. She got in close, told me that it was my destiny to be Queen. That I was born for this and that I was the one and true heir to the throne. Hell, she even taught me how to manage and control my own chaos! But there are snakes always lurking in the grass.’ Phoenix lifted her hand out of the water, channeling that warm energy to her palm. And a bright orange ball of flames appeared in her hand.

Ciri slowly stood up from her stool and kneeled down in front of the tub. Her bright green eyes gazed at the burning ball as if it were going to disappear into thin air! ‘You have it too… chaos.’

Phoenix breathe out with a soft smile curling on her lips, ‘I — wouldn’t call it that. Sure it is chaotic… but for me, it’s a gift.’ And the orange ball of flames turned blue.

Ciri smiled softly, at a loss of words. ‘Then?’

‘My father married her when I was around your age. And she fell pregnant 8 months before my 18th birthday. And the day before my birthday— my father was found murdered in his chambers. She placed the blame on me. Had everyone question my loyalty and manipulated them into believing that I was jealous and angry that it was possible that my father could have a son. The kingdom figured I wanted revenge— so I left and never came back. I’ve had a bounty on my head ever since.’ With her last words, she finally closed her palm, and the blue flame had finally died out.

Ciri’s green eyes glanced from her fist, to her face. She could tell that it still bothered her. Her eyes were sad, and her aura was blue. ‘What about your mother? What happened to her?’

‘She died from influenza when I was 10…’ her brown eyes finally met Ciri’s face once again.

‘I’m sorry to hear that. I was pretty young when my parents died too…’ she paused, ‘Do you remember her? Do you miss her?’

The thought of her mother made Phoenix’s heart grow 10 times the size! Her mother was noble, intelligent, kind, brave— and most of all, she loved her only daughter with her every fiber. She sniffed, blinking back tears. ‘Every day Ciri, every day.’

Cirilla’s head forward, looking down in her own reflection of the water. ‘I don’t remember much of my parents. But my grand mother was my everything. She was strong, wise and she— only wanted to protect me.’

Phoenix nodded with a smirk, ‘Yes. Queen Calanthe of Cintra. She was a force! I am terribly sorry for your loss, Lion Cub,’ she leaned forward and gently placed her finger tips beneath her chin to lift her head, ‘Had she been here today to see you— she would be so proud of you. I know it.’ Ciri’s eyes filled with thick tears as a sweet smile curled on her lips.

Then, a sudden knock interrupted the moment. ‘Cirilla,’ and Geralt walked through the door, with soft yellow robes in his fist, ‘Are you antagonizing our company?’ Ciri cleared her throat and stood up. ‘She’s fine Geralt. We were just having a heart to heart.’ Geralt glanced from Phoenix to Ciri who had just a half smile. ‘Hmm, go get cleaned up for dinner. Lambert is making it.’

Ciri rolled her eyes, ‘lovely,’ she said in a sarcastic tone and started towards the door, ‘Gross.’

Phoenix let out a gentle chuckle, shaking her head. ‘You’re too hard on that girl.’ She took the bar of soap and started washing her body off.

‘Only to protect her. It gets the job done.’ He said leaning against the wall.

‘Oh look at you… sounding like a father…’

‘Hmph, unfortunately.’

‘You know it causes her to rebel,’ she paused for a second, watching as his face mold into something more treacherous. ‘Look, I know — how special Ciri is. I can… feel it when I’m near her. How powerful she is. But if you become too strict and allow the roles of power and parenting to mix— it won’t end pretty. Not for you. Not for this world.’

Geralt stood there with his arms folded in silence.

Phoenix sucked at her teeth, ‘fine. Don’t listen to me then.’ And she started rinsing her body off. She then stood up, stretching out her curvaceous body as she did so. She then reached over and grabbed the white, red wine stained towel and patted down her body before completely wrapping it around her bare breasts. Geralt stared. As he always did when he saw her naked.

‘You could always paint a picture, Witcher,’ her back was turned, ‘It may last longer.’ She smirked.

He rolled his eyes and stood up straight, ‘Well it’s too bad my brushes no longer have their bristles.’ Such a smart ass. ‘I only wish to bring you this.’ And he placed the folded up dress on the stool. ‘Don’t take too long Princess. The wine and ale will be gone before it touches the table top.’ He smirked as he turned away and walked out of the bathroom.

***

Phoenix sucked in a deep breath, sucking in that tummy as she reached behind her to tighten that corset in the back. She had forgotten what it was like to wear things like this. Even though the fortress was in ruin, Vesemir had seem to have the finest of threads when it came down to the women.

Once she was done, she finally took a breath in relief and walked over to the mirror. She smooth out her the fabric on her stomach, stood up straight and walked out of the bathroom.

She listened to them. Their obnoxious laughter could navigate her even through the darkest of nights without her powers. And when she drew closer to the main hall, she swallowed her spit and held her chin high.

There it was again. The silence. All those eyes glaring at her from across the room as if she was a fish out of water. But she stared back, showing them that she wasn’t the one to be frightened. Only they weren’t trying to scare her.

Suddenly, Ciri grabbed her hand. ‘Come. You can come sit with me and Geralt.’ Phoenix looked over at Ciri with a gentle smile, ‘I would love to.’ And the girls started towards the end of the table. As they walked, some of the men cat called and whistled after her. Things she had heard before but—

‘Well. I did wonder what was beneath all of those rags and to say to least, I’m impressed!’ Lambert said and the room went into an uproar of laughter.

Phoenix took a deep breath as she sat down in front of Geralt. ‘Knock it off Lambert.’ He was munching on a piece of meat. He didn’t dare look up or bat an eye though. It was like— he was in charge almost?

‘Aw shit brother! We’re just poking a lil’ fun. Pokin’.’ And the room rattled with laughter again. Ciri rolled her eyes and placed her hand on top of Phoenix’s, ‘Don’t pay him mind Phoenix. He’s a lonely old coot. When ever he sees a pretty girl, he says stupid things.’ She murmured as she popped a piece of bread in her mouth.

Phoenix chuckled and nodded, ‘I see.’ She reached over and took a piece of bread. But before she could pop it in her mouth, she heard twinkling. Chiming like charms. She didn’t realize how she’d missed it before.

She placed her bread down back into the bowl and stood up to her feet. She then carefully stepped over the bench and started to walk over to the The Witcher’s Medallion Tree.

Finally when she stood in front of it, she took notice of how many medallions that hung. She knew about the Sacking of Kaer Morhen— when the humans had come to rid them of their existence— but since then, they have seem to have lost so many more. There had to be at least 100 there.

Phoenix reached up to grab the closest one in her reach between her finger tips. Her thumb ran over the cold wolf engraved silver. As if she needed anymore proof that she was here, taking refuge here at the School of the Wolf.

‘You seem so fond of this place,’ Geralt said as he walked up behind her. ‘If you’d like we could always trade places? You slay the monsters for coin, and I get to sit on a throne, making demands all day.’ He scuffed and folded his arms.

Phoenix smirked and let go of the medallion, ‘Is that what you think ruling a kingdom is all about?’ She raised a brow, ‘I didn’t know you were interested in becoming King.’ She looked up at him, with her head slightly fallen to the side.

‘Hmm, I’m not. Too much responsibility. I’m just now trying to figure this Child of Surprise thing out— sure you don’t expect me to run a Kingdom?’ He smirked.

She inhaled slightly and tan her fingers through her thick curls, ‘Ahhh, yes.’ Then she turned to look back towards the Tree. ‘You— had to be young when the Sacking of Kaer Morhen happened. How many were there?’

Geralt looked up at the tree, ‘23 Witchers… 40 students…and over time more medallions were added to the Tree.’

Phoenix pressed her lips together, her heart squeezing in her chest. How could someone hurt such promising young souls. Most of them knew of nothing they did! Humans and their fear never did anyone good, now there weren’t many Witcher’s left to protect them from what hid in the darkness of night.

‘At least they will be remembered. My father’s Golden Knight, Levy, told me the stories and read me the books,’ she scuffed, ‘Treated them as if they were horror stories but, I was much more intrigued on how to become one and why women weren’t allowed.’ She turned around to face him again.

‘We have our reasons. Will you join us now?’

Phoenix pressed her lips together, 'I will join you and Ciri in a second.' she looked back at the tree one more time as Geralt turned away and walked back towards the table. She stared up at the tree, getting lost in the sounds of the gentle jingling. Then a gentle smile curled on her full lips. This was all, in the strangest of ways, a dream come true.

[cardierreh15]

Imagine This 💗

Waking up really early in the morning because your rounded pregnant belly and the miniature version of you and Henry has his little feet in your organs.

Instead of sleeping, you decide to put your talented hands to work and get back into baking. You baked a pie because the baby had been demanding More sweets.

Sleepy Henry walks in the kitchen quietly before wrapping his large hands around you and cradling your belly. ‘Good morning—‘ he hummed deeply before placing a kiss on your head. ‘Good morning angel.’ You say before resting your hands on top of his.

‘Hmmm. You baked!’ Henry says with excitement, always loving the way you cooked for him. ‘I did. Here— I made some Apple pie. Go sit, I’ll make you some.’ You demand him; and with your fiesty side peaking out more and more the more your pregnancy progressed, he didn’t want to piss you off. So he sits and waits for you to serve him a piece of pie.

Setting the triangular desert before him with a silver fork, he wasted no time to stab at those sugar covered, baked apples and take a bite. A satisfied hum came from his lips; pure bliss. ‘How is it?’ You ask. ‘Have I lost my touch?’

‘No sweet pea… not at all.’

🥺💗🥧

[cardierreh15]

Phoenix: Story of the Lost Fire Princess

Hey guys!! I hope you enjoy!

**I do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warnings 18+: THE FEELS 🥺💔 , Cursing , Violence , Gore , Drowning .

Pairing: Henry Cavill(Geralt) x African American Curvy Woman(Phoenix) No POV

Description: Geralt & Phoenix decides that it’s best to leave the twins behind to remain safe. But it wasn’t until the brothel, that Geralt realized that they were being followed.

Word Count: 4.9K

Chapter 3: Deadly Force

‘Is this it?’ Phoenix asked with her eyebrow raised in confusion and in slight disgust. There were women sitting in front of the brothel, seducing and luring men into their nest. With their cleavage shown to the world before them. Geralt let out a sigh and gave a gentle shrug, ‘Yes.’

Phoenix had come to terms that the journey that they would embark would be a rather dangerous one. That it was only best that the children stayed somewhere safe and out of harm’s way. And even though it hurt Phoenix to her core, it was best this way. It was the only way to protect them. ‘I know the madame… I will go talk to her. She owes me a favor.’ He gave her a gentle nod and started towards the cottage’s front door. He immediately caught the women’s attention. Rushing over to him as he pushed the door open.

She shuddered at the sight and pressed her lips together before turning her attention back to the twins who sat on top of her horse. ‘Children…’ Phoenix said softly leaned against Kage. ‘I’m afraid this is where you’ll be staying for some time.’

‘You’re leaving?’ Noel whined

‘No we want to go with you mama!’ Nika added.

Tears stung at her eyes and she felt a lump grow in her throat, ‘I—If I could, I would. But the journey that lies ahead of me my loves, is quite the dangerous one. Unlike any other adventure we have been on. It’s only best that you two stay somewhere I know you’ll be safe.’ There was a saddened pout on the twins faces, one that she had never seen on them. It hurt her so much to see them this way.

The twins sat in silence as she stared up at them. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes but she managed to blink them away. ‘You will be safe here. Geralt made sure of it.’ ‘Phoenix!’ And she turned back to look over her shoulder, seeing Geralt and a woman walk towards them.

‘This is Tamara, she’s the Madame of this brothel. She has also agreed to watch after the children while we embark on our journey.’ He turned his head towards the woman next to him and as Phoenix’s brown eyes gazed at the woman as well. Nothing about her was threatening but she had every right to feel skeptical about this. But it was this or put the children in danger as she had done many times before.

‘I promise to protect them with my life. I’ve raised many children, some of which were my own. You’d have nothing to worry about.’ Tamara gave her a gentle smile as her hands rest atop one another.

With her hands on her hips, and an unsure look in her eye, Phoenix looked over at Geralt who had given her a gentle nod in reassurance. She swiftly turned around looked up at the children. ‘Nika. Noel. It’s time to go.’ Her voice was shaky, broken. She grabbed them one by one carefully and placed them on the wet ground in front of Tamara. ‘When will you be back Phoenix?’ Nika asked in a soft whine.

It was hard to tell. Where she was going was bound to have unspeakable threats and challenges. But she wanted to give them hope, didn’t want them worrying sick about her. So, she squat down to their level and said, ‘I will be back soon. And by then, you will finally have your own beds to sleep in. Clean robes and all the good food you could possibly eat.’

‘What about toys?’ Noel said as a slow smile curled on both of their faces. ‘So many! That even the Gods would be jealous.’ And she poked the little boy in his belly which caused him to laugh and his sister chimed in. Phoenix smiled at them before quickly pulling them close and embracing them in a sweet hug. ‘Be careful Phoenix.’ Nika said as she gave her back a gentle pat.

She felt like she was kicked in the chest! And to ease the feeling she felt, she closed her eyes tightly and tears just fell from her eyes. ‘I—I will.’ She sniffed before pulling away from them to take one last look at them. She gave them a reassuring smile as they both reached in and wiped her tears. ‘I love you both… please. Behave, and do whatever it is that Ms. Tamara tells you.’ She stood up and ruffled at their jet black hair. ‘Go now.’

‘Come wee ones! There’s plenty of other little people like you inside! Let’s go inside so we can meet them yea?’ That had seem to lighten up their spirits, and they dashed over to Tamara’s side and the three of them started for the front door.

Geralt looked at her as she watched the door close. ‘You did the right thing.’

‘Why doesn’t it feel like it?’

‘Because you love them. That’s how you’re suppose to feel.’

All of a sudden she wanted to abandon all of this. No matter how many more years she had to spend on the run before someone found her and cut her down. She just wanted to be with them. She couldn’t protect them this way.

Then the door open once again.

‘Phoenix!’ Little Nika shouted as she reached in her hair and carefully snatched out her larger than life yellow hair bow. She ran over to the both of them. ‘Before you go! I— I wanted to give you my lucky bow. I helps me with my nightmares. You will need it more than me now.’ And she held out the bow that covered her tiny hand towards Phoenix.

Her lips slightly parted, before she let out a soft sigh. ‘Nika,’ and she gently picked it up out of her hand. ‘Are you certain?’ The little girl smiled up at her and gave her a gentle nod. ‘Mmmhmm!’ Phoenix smiled at her and then back at the bow, running her finger tips over the soft yellow satin before reaching behind her and clipping it in her hair.

‘NIKA! Come inside doll, I have a little friend who’d like to meet you!’ Tamara called out as she poked her head out of the door. ‘Coming!’ She shouted back, ‘I have to go now. Good bye Phoenix. Good bye Geralt!’ She said as she waved and skipped back towards the door.

Geralt’s eyes followed the child before he turned his head to look at Phoenix who was staring with so much pride. But then, his thoughts were interrupted with an unsettling feeling. As if they were being watched.

‘That girl—‘ Phoenix giggled as she wiped her nose and looked over at Geralt who was looking over his shoulder at the group of people who were walking past. ‘Geralt?’

‘Hmmm,’ he lied. ‘I’m fine.’ He waved his hand gently before he turned his attention back towards her. ‘Are you ready?’

Phoenix’s eyebrows tugged together; she could sense that there was something off. But she trusted him enough for him to tell her.. perhaps when they make it out of the village. But instead of pressing it for now, she looked at the cottage one more time before looking back over at him. ‘As ready as I ever could be.’

Geralt gave her a simple nod and mounted his horse. ‘Waiting on you, Princess,’ he smirked and jerked his head over to her horse. Phoenix rolled her eyes and swiftly turned around and climbed her horse as well. And since her back was facing him, he was able to take in her features more. He watched as she got comfortable on her saddle; with her perfect Ass adjusting to the seat. Then he looked up at the bow in her hair. It was truly a nice addition for her. It complimented her gorgeous mahogany flesh.

‘You know I can feel you staring, Witcher. How about you keep those creepy eyes to yourself hm?’ Phoenix chuckled as she looked over her shoulder.

‘What? That yellow compliments you rather nicely.’ He smirked as he gently tugged at his reins, ‘Let’s Go Roach.’ And he took off.

She rolled her eyes as she watched him take off like a bat out of hell, ‘Show off.’ She muttered, ‘Yah!’ And she flicked her reins and she followed suit.

— 3 Days Later… (nothing interesting has happened lol)

The sun was a little past in the middle of the sky, so it was a hour or so past noon. Phoenix and Geralt decided that they were going to try and get to the next town before nightfall as the watching eyes begun to get heavier. Phoenix had no idea they were being followed because Geralt carried it so well. But she knew that all of this was too good to be true. ‘There’s something you’re not telling me, Geralt.’

The two sat on their horses as they trotted in sync. ‘I do not know what you mean.’ He answered bleakly. ‘You lie.’ She scoffed and rolled her eyes. Geralt made a face and raised a brow. ‘Look,’ Phoenix said before she sped up her steed and blocked him from going any further. ‘If we’re going to be doing this… together Geralt, you need to be open with me and tell me the truth.’ She paused, staring at him for a long moment. ‘It’s been quiet for the past few days. That’s not normal for me. To be completely truthful, it is unsettling.’

Geralt sighed as he pulled his reins to stop Roach from moving any further. ‘Phoenix we have no time-‘

‘Are we being followed?’ The way she asked, she was demanding for a answer. The way her brown eyes stared at him clearly meant that she was serious about this.

Geralt stared at her in silence once more.

‘I knew it.’ She hissed at him and rolled her eyes before gently kicking Kage in the side. ‘Un- fucking- believable.’ She muttered under her breath.

‘Oh please! Had I told you the truth we would either be dead or captured right now!’ He started to follow her. ‘I only Hid the truth to keep you safe.’

Phoenix growled and looked back at him, ‘Since when was hiding the truth, protecting someone?! We’re suppose to be a team Geralt,’ she looked back in front of her, looking down at the ground to find some poison berries. Pulling at her reins to stop Kage once again, she hopped off and walked over to them with a small pouch.

‘We are a team Phoenix— what are you doing?’

She started to carefully pick each berry off of the stem and place them in the baggy. Since they were being followed, and without a set idea of how many, she had to think outside the box. ‘Picking berries for my bow. Look, Witcher, I don’t know what kind of Princesses you sure used to saving and right now, I’m not too sure of if I give a damn. But I’m no helpless damsel in distress. I only wish for the truth from you from now on.’ She stared up at him and he looked down at her.

She was right. She didn’t know what kind of princesses he was use to being around. 3 of who he had known to damn near kill him on occasions. One of them being, his own child of surprise. Her assumption just agitated him. But instead of arguing, ‘Fine.’ He mumbled.

Geralt was putting the firewood together as Phoenix crushed the poison berries in a small clay bowl with her pestle. Afterwards, she grabbed her quiver and pulled 15 of her arrows out and dipped them in the sticky, deadly substance.

It was quiet between the two of them. Geralt was adding the finishing touches of his new armor when his head snapped back over his shoulder. His sudden movement caused Phoenix to glance up at him.

‘Stay here.’

Phoenix smacked her teeth, ‘Geralt,’ she said with a hiss as she scrambled to her feet. She rushed over to her sword that leaned against the tree and by the time she turned around, he was already gone. ‘Shit.’

Geralt had carefully stepped over fallen branches and broken twigs. Allowing his body to become one with the ground beneath him, he barely even made a sound stepping on dead, crispy leaves! But all because he was listening.

His curious eyes searched the area. He was like a crouching tiger, ready to pounce on his prey. But even the most skilled hunters get distracted.

With a snap of a twig, Geralt quickly turned around and snatched Phoenix’s blouse up by just one hand. He was practically jacking her up! After all, she was on her tippy toes. She immediately dropped her sword at the sudden movement; it startled her for sure. ‘I told you to stay behind.’ And he let go over her shirt.

Letting out a heavy breath and adjusting her now wrinkled top, ‘You haven’t learned by now, Witcher? I rather go looking for trouble.’ She let out a breathy laugh before looking at him, noticing the serious glare in his eyes. ‘You should listen sometime girl. It could save your life.’ And he reached down grabbed the blade of the sword, holding the handle out to her.

‘Yeah, yeah. As I’ve been told before!’ Without a thought about it, she reached out and tried to grab her sword but Geralt playfully pulled it back with a smirk on his face. But the smirk quickly faded when someone approached from behind Phoenix.

She turned around as soon as she saw the look on his face.

‘You should’ve listened to your friend girl.’ The larger than life knight wore all black armor and a helmet. With no special markings or representation of where he was from. Just shiny black armor.

Phoenix stepped back where her body instantly bumped into the front of Geralt’s. She let out a soft gasp, ‘Now would be a good time for you to give me my sword back.’

The mysterious knight pulled his sword from his sheath, the sound of the blade being moved quickly, echoed through the area. Shortly after, two other knights, much smaller than he was appeared from behind the trees and stood next to him.

‘I’m afraid that won’t do you any good, Princess. Come with us, or we won’t have a choice but to take in your corpses.’

‘Fuck. You.’ Phoenix hissed through her teeth, with her hands behind her back waiting for Geralt to give her the sword but instead, he leaned down and whispered only low enough for her to hear, ‘When I tell you to run,’ Phoenix wasn’t the type to flee from a scene hell, she’d kill all of her attackers to ensure that she wouldn’t be followed. But it wouldn’t do her no harm in listening to Geralt for once.

‘That was a grave mistake.’ The knight said before he pointed his sword at them, ‘Bring her to me.’ And the knights charged towards them.

Shit, she couldn’t use her hidden blade, she couldn’t see any openings other than their eyes and they were hard to lock on to since they were moving so quickly! That blade would snap right in half if it were to hit something other than flesh. It was her weapon of last resort… ‘Geralt!’

As soon as she called his name, he quickly pulled her behind him so hard that she had fell hard against the ground, ‘UNFF!’ Without a single moment to hesitate, Geralt swung that sword; cutting through the air so fast like a lightning bolt.

She sat up on her elbows, watching as Geralt went toe to toe with those knights. She let out a scoff; truly impressed by the way he danced with them. But her thoughts were interrupted by a battle cry coming from behind her.

She gasped loudly and rolled over as the brute swung the axe downward. Scrambling to her feet as she groaned, ‘I am not cut out for this shit.’ The knight pulled that axe out of the ground and wasted no time swinging it at her. She purposely backed up against a tree, and ducked one final time before the axe impaled the tree trunk. The brute grunted as he tried to tug it away.

‘Not so smart are ya?’ She smirked before he growled and snatched her up by her neck. ‘GRRRRR!’

Choking, Phoenix clawed at the knights forearms and wrists before she remembered! Her hidden blade! Flexing her wrist, she stabbed him right through the eye hole of his helmet. Letting out a ferocious cry, he slung her to the ground. Phoenix coughed violently as she weakly tried to pull herself up from the ground but she was pulled back down. ‘COME HERE!’ The brute exclaimed as she rolled over to her back and kicked him right in the face.

‘PHOENIX!’ Geralt called out, ‘RUN!’

‘What?! No—‘ and the sound of arrows pierced through the air and struck the brute that was after her. ‘NOW!’ Geralt exclaimed as he finally cut down one of the smaller knights from earlier.

Hesitating once again arrows were shot through the air again. This time one cut right at her cheek. ‘Ahh!’ She hissed at the pain, touching the opened wound before looking down at her hand that was covered in her crimson blood. She then bolted! Dashing towards in the same direction they prepared their camp.

Arrows had followed her and managed to miss her just by a few inches each time. Ducking her head and shielding her head with her hands and forearms as she ran, she finally made it back to their camp. Luckily they hadn’t fully unpacked and she was able to throw all of their belongs back on their horses. Once she was done, she pulled her quiver and bow over her body.

Phoenix quickly mounted Kage and held on to Roach’s reins to guide her in the same direction. Kicking at Kage’s side the three of them took off North.

She was sure she had lost the hidden perpetrator when she came to a sudden stop at a frozen solid lake. Hopping off of her steed, she took long quick strides over to the shore to examine the ice when she was stopped by a strong hand, gripping her arm. ‘Ugh! Get off—‘ and the black armored knight as stabbed through the neck. And once the blade was snatched out of his throat and his dying body fell to the ground, Phoenix let out a frightened shudder and looked up to see Geralt, covered in blood. He looked less than amused.

Trying to catch her breath, she looked at him, ‘I didn’t want to leave you. We’re a team, remember?’

‘Hmm,’ he pressed his lips together before he turned around and looked at the lake before them. ‘Our path… it continues on the other side.’ Geralt walked over to the lake, carefully walking on the ice before he squat down.

‘Geralt! Be careful!’ Phoenix exclaimed as she clutched her chest.

Geralt pressed his lips together as he reached down and wiped at the ice. The ice had to be at least 5 inches thick. He stood back up and walked back over to her and their horses, ‘The ice is safe enough to cross,’ He paused once he had noticed the gash on her cheek, walked over to her and lifted her chin to get a good look at her injury. ‘You’re hurt.’

Phoenix hissed at the pain and carefully snatched her head away, ‘I’m fine. We can worry about it later let’s just, get across the lake.’ As she walked over to their horses, she paused in her tracks when she heard something. It sounded like hooves and they grew closer by the second.

‘There’s more. Go! I can hold them off for a moment.’

‘Geralt, you can’t keep asking this of me—‘

‘I PROMISE I’LL BE RIGHT BEHIND YOU! JUST—GO!’

With her just having to leave the two little beings she loved more than anything in the world, Geralt asking her to travel across this lake without him made thick tears fill her eyes. Phoenix quickly snatched up the reins of their horses and started towards the frozen lake.

Phoenix and the horses made it almost halfway when she heard the trampling of hooves grow closer. She quickly turned around to see another 6 dark knights charging towards Geralt. She smacked the horses and they took off towards the shoreline. ‘GERALT!’ She started to run across the ice before she saw him lift his arm. Suddenly, a intense, powerful force knocked the knights and horses off of their asses. She stopped right in her tracks, ‘Aard.’ She whispered in disbelief.

Quickly, Geralt started to make his way over to her. As he approached her, she stared at him as if he was sculpted by the God’s themselves. That was until he was struck with a single arrow in his shoulder and then one in the back of his thigh. Letting out a loud grunt, he fell to his knees. ‘GERALT!’ Phoenix rushed over to him in panic. But right behind him, were just 4 knights who managed to make it from from his attack, mildly injured. They had no time to get across, so Phoenix had a plan.

‘Geralt! I’m going to snatch these arrows out of you! I want you to be able to move when I do this OK?’ And with out warning, she snatched the arrows out of his thigh and out of his shoulder. Geralt grit his teeth together, watching as she dislodged the weapons from his body.

‘What are you doing?’ He asked as he struggled to stand to his feet. ‘I have a plan. It could get me killed—‘

‘Then you shouldn’t do it then!’

‘IT’S THE ONLY PLAN I HAVE OK?!’

And another arrow was shot at them, landing right behind them. ‘GO! I’ll— I’ll be right there!’

Geralt huffed and jogged off towards the shore with a limp.

Phoenix turned around facing the knights who ran across the ice towards her. Focusing, she closed her eyes, allowing her mind to calm but her soul to heat. The burn that flowed though her veins caused her flesh to burn to the touch and finally, that powerful burning energy appeared in the palms of her hands. Her eyes flashed open, bright red like the wings of a robin, she balled up her fists and slammed them into the thick ice, ‘YAAAAAH!!’

The ice shook beneath their feet, and the sound of cracking, melting ice could be heard from many miles away! The cracks glowed orange like some kind of chemical reaction. It caused the knights to stop in their tracks. ‘RETREAT!! THE ICE IS CRACKING! RETRE—‘ and the ice shattered right beneath him. The knights tried to run back to the safety of the shoreline, but were pulled down by their own weight to drown in the placid lake.

Half of the lake was broken up now, shards of ice floated over the surface while her side had been untouched. Or… so she thought. She turned around to see Geralt calming their horses. But that’s when she heard more cracking. It caused her to look down at her feet. The very same orange cracks right beneath her feet. She let out a shuddered, terrified breath.

‘PHOENIX! DON’T. MOVE. I’m going to come and get you!’ And he started out carefully, towards the ice.

With her arms extended out to keep her balance, she looked down, watching as the ice formed tinier cracks beneath her feet. ‘Geralt.’ Her voice was shaking as her heart rammed in her chest.

‘I’m almost there! Don’t. Move!’

Finally, there was a final loud crack that caused Geralt to stop his movements. Phoenix quickly looked up at him with fear written in her eyes and suddenly, the ice shattered beneath her feet, ‘AAH!’

Geralt leaped across the ice without even thinking that he would be next to go. But with his luck, the ice held sturdy. ‘PHOENIX!!’

The water was freezing! If it wasn’t for Phoenix abnormal body heat, she’d be sure to die quicker! She looked around her, beneath her, pure darkness! But when she looked up, she saw the lightness of the sky. So she swam upward, pushing her hand up so her head wouldn’t hit the thick ice.

When she made it to the top, she banged on the ice, screaming as loud as she could trying to get Geralt’s attention. But it was getting harder and harder to breathe by the second.

Geralt heard the loud banging against the ice and rushed over towards it. Looking down beneath his feet, he saw her face. ‘HOLD ON PHOENIX!’ He held his hand right over her, using the igni sign to melt the ice so he could pull her through. She banged as hard as she could before her eyes begun to drift close.

Finally, when Igni went out, the ice was thick enough to just punch through! And just in time before she sank to the bottom, he caught her wrist and pulled her over the surface. And as soon as her lungs hit the air, she inhaled harshly, coughing up the cold, cold water that was in her chest. She coughed to much, that she ended up throwing up all of the contents in her stomach. Her lips were purple and her beautiful brown flesh was almost pale. She was going to need warmth immediately!

Geralt held her in his arms as he looked across the lake to see one more knight on a horse. The breast plate it had on, clearly told him that it was a woman beneath that armor. She must’ve been the one raining those arrows upon them. Suddenly, her and her steed turned away and disappeared back into the woods. ‘Come, come we have to go yeah?’ Geralt growled painfully, as he helped her to her feet.

***

Phoenix was wrapped up in two pelts and laying dangerously close to the fire; the girl’s teeth were still chattering.

Geralt stared down at her in concern, ‘It’s not too late to turn back Princess.’

Her head popped up and her brown eyes zeroed in on Geralt, ‘The lake was our only way back. It’s too late for that now.’

‘There’s always a way.’ He said softly as he picked up a twig and tossed it in the fire. He watched as the flames engulfed it like nothing. He got lost in it until she called out for him.

‘Geralt?’

‘Yes?’

‘Do you think you could—‘ she shivered before pausing. She didn’t know how to say this. She didn’t want to be a creep but right now, she was freezing her ass off. ‘I—I need your warmth. Do you think you could, wrap your arms around me? Help me warm up?’

To say the least, Geralt was taken back by her request but he was never the type to turn down cuddles either. So he stood up and walked over to her, laying down behind her before adjusting the pelts around them. Geralt wrapped his arm around her waist, bringing her body closer to his. With his head resting on his fist that was propped up by his elbow, he stared down at her as her loud shivering begun to quiet down.

Phoenix let out a soft sigh as she snuggled into his chest. ‘Much. Better.’ She let out softly as she closed her eyes. Her breathing was steady, as if she was already sleeping.

Geralt looked from up from her face to the fire once again.

‘Geralt, do you think… that I have made a mistake by pursuing this?’

‘Are you having second thoughts?’ He asked, glancing down at her.

She hesitated, letting out a short sigh, ‘Not particularly. I just want to know that I am doing the right thing by even making the attempt to go back home.’

Geralt pressed his lips together before he said, ‘You knew the trails before you even made your final decision. And I’m sure you know there will be many more… harder than the one we’ve overcame today. But Phoenix,’ he pushed her soft curls out of her face, looking deeply into her eyes. ‘You are by far one of the most fiercest women I know. You are impulsive yes but, your strength is rare. And truthfully, I don’t even think you need me here.’

Phoenix felt the heart in her chest thud so damn hard, ‘But I want you here. You are my friend.’ She added.

‘I know. And it’s a true honor.’ He said softly as he ran his thumb over her cheek. ‘One thing I’ve learned since being a Witcher… never to defy destiny. As it is to bite you in your arse later on… this, is your destiny. I’m only here to protect.’

The words of wisdom gave her more courage. To say the least, after what happened earlier she was questioning her reasonings for even going back to the place she once called her home. But he was right. Her throne, her kingdom, — all of it was her birthright. It belonged to her.

‘Get some rest. We need to make sure you don’t fall ill.’ He gave her head a gentle, loving pat and placed a kiss on her forehead. ‘Good Night Princess.’

‘Sweet Dreams, Geralt.’ She said softly as she closed her eyes.

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Phoenix: Story of the Lost Fire Princess

Greetings!!! This is Chapter 2 of Phoenix: Story of the Lost Fire Princess. Enjoy 🥰🔥

**I do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Nudity , Racism , Violence , Angst , Mentions of Sex , Mentions of Rape

Pairing: Henry Cavill(Geralt) x Curvy African American Female(Phoenix)

Description: Deep conversation with Geralt causes Phoenix to rethink her plans for her future.

Word Count: 5.2K

Taglist: @capswife

Friend, Mentor, Protector.

The Mare must’ve had the shiniest coat that she’d seen in ages. It was so black, that if she were to ride at night, she was sure she wouldn’t be seen. The horse bickered as Phoenix rubbed at her jaw gently and gave her a gentle pat. ‘Good girl—‘ she giggled. And with approval, the horse gently nudged her face in an affectionate way. It caused Phoenix to laugh and look back at the merchant. ‘How much do you want for her?’

‘Psssh, ye’ kidding? You think I’d sell this mare to a brownie? Bad for business!’ He scuffed and threw his hand up.

Phoenix rolled her eyes and walked over to the merchant and pulled out her pouch of coin, tossing it in front of him. ‘Coin is coin. Let me take the damn horse for fucksake. Now that’s for the horse, the reins and a new saddle.’ This one sided compromise, caused the merchant to fold his arms and look down at the pouch once. Then back up at her. ‘C’mon… it’s just coin.’ She gave him a big pretty grin as she rest her hands on her hips. ‘Fine. Take the horse. And fuck off!’ And he snatched the coin off of the wooden table.

‘Thank you for your business kind sir.’ She said sarcastically before she turned around to see Geralt standing next to some stables with his arms folded. The twins ran around him in circles as they laughed joyously. And he, to say the least, was less than amused. So she threw her thumb up as she wanted to let him know that everything was kosher with getting a horse.

The Merchant brought the Mare over by her reins and basically tossed it into her for her to catch and quickly walked back to shoveling shit. It was in that moment, that made her smirk. No matter how bad she thought she had it, she could always be shoveling horse shit.

Phoenix gave her girl a simple rub at her muzzle as she walked with the reins tightly in her palm. ‘What should we name you?’ She hummed in thought as they approached Geralt, Roach and the twins. Then she tied the reins up at the stables.

‘Woooow!’

‘She’s so pretty Phoenix!’

The Twins squealed as they literally stopped running in place just to see the beautiful creature. She giggled at their reaction, ‘You can come pet her. She’s very friendly— here.’ She reached in her saddle and pulled out an apple. The took out her dagger and cut the apple in half and placed a half in each of their smells hands. ‘Go ahead— she won’t bite.’ She smiled, folding her arms as she watched the two children slowly walk up to the beautiful steed. Even though she wasn’t their mother, it was moments like this that made her proud. They deserved the world. And she was going to give it to them, or die trying.

‘You let these people talk to you that way. Why?’ A deep, husky voice filled the air around her. She looked back over her shoulder, ‘You heard?’ She asked, watching him as he approached her. He looked curious, like he genuinely wanted to know why she allowed them to treat her so unfairly. ‘You have lots of questions Witcher— aren’t you suppose to be “all knowing” with all the years under your belt?’ She smirked as she turned her attention back towards the children.

‘Who gave you that impression that Witcher’s were all knowing? We know history. We do not know why humans act the way they do.’ He stood next to her, watching the children all the same — in such fascination.

Phoenix smirked as Nika squealed as her horse licked at her palm. She thought for a moment, feeling as his bright golden hues grow heavy on her. So she answered with the best of her ability; not truly knowing nor understanding why she allowed so many people to treat her like some kind of peasant. ‘Because I suppose it’s the right thing to do Geralt. I won’t lose an ounce of sleep over it… but my mother taught me to always do the right thing.’

‘Hmmm,’ his infamous hum, turning away. Phoenix’s eyebrows tugged together, and her honey brown eyes narrowed. Where was he going now?! The lore was in fact right about these Witchers; they were always on the move. His long legs carried him fast, and to keep up she had to jog a little. ‘Where are you going?’

‘You lie—…’ his deep voice was slightly rugged and clearly he was annoyed. ‘About?’ She was breathing a little harder, now getting a little tired from speed walking behind him to catch up. But he just kept walking but looked over his shoulder for a moment, ‘Your story does not match.’

This caused Phoenix to stop in her tracks. Her heart rammed in her chest, as she stared at his backside. Damn, how’d he figure her out so soon? They only met yesterday, and it had seem as if he knew her so much better than he knew anything else. Clenching her jaws together, she started to chase after him once again. ‘What else could you possibly want from me Witcher? I’ve told you everything…’ he just kept walking, as if he hadn’t heard a single thing she had said. It wasn’t known for Witcher’s to give out the silent treatment, but it was made known on many occasions that this particular Witcher… wasn’t the average one of his kind. The silence caused Phoenix to grow irritated. She stopped walking, ‘WITCHER!’.

Her sudden outburst didn’t cause the market to slow its pace, yet — it did cause him to stop and turn halfway towards her. ‘I have a name.’ He was so sarcastic and witty.

‘I am aware. But that is what you are yes?’ She folded her arms across her chest, poking her hip out with attitude. Those words had a bite of bitterness behind them; as if she could hurt his feelings. But instead, her attitude just caused him to smirk halfway.

‘What I am, does not define who I am Phoenix.’

‘Well it appears who, you’re acting like— those elven children i watch after.’

His golden eyes roamed over her face then slowly over her body. He wanted to make it apparent that he was indeed checking her out. His eyes flickered back to her face and once again, ‘Hmmm.’ And he turned around and walked away once again.

Phoenix let out a loud huff and dropped her arms dramatically, creating a loud CLAP. She looked back at the stables to see the twins running between the horse’s legs and giggling. As long as they were keeping busy and not talking to strangers, that’s all she cared about. So she looked back ahead, her eyes wandering the market to search for the white haired hunk. ‘Where’d he go, where’d he go, where’d he go.’ She whispered to herself before finally spotting him.

She quickly walked over to where he stood. He was chatting with a merchant who had vast spread of alchemy: Bombs, Oils, & Potions. ‘I will have the Dancing stars and the Dimeritium bombs.’ She cleared her throat loudly, placing her hands on her widened hips. Geralt paused, and gave the merchant an apologetic look. ‘Here. For your troubles.’ And then he reached into his pouch, pulled out 4 golden crowns and placed it in his hand. Geralt snatched up 3 of each bomb. His eyes locked with hers as he tried to walk away from her away. But she was too quick for him. She stepped in his way. He tried to step around her, but wherever he went— she did too.

Her immature acts caused a deep growl to rumble in Geralt’s chest. ‘And you call me the child.’ He stared down into her eyes and she stared up into his. As if they were trying to figure one another out. That was until she finally opened her palms out to him. ‘Let me help.’ This was her apology. Perhaps she’d gone too far by calling him a child. They were just— truly frustrated with one another all the same. All because they didn’t know enough about one another.

Geralt’s glare didn’t break but he did gently Place 3 bombs in her hands. ‘Careful with these. Drop one and you will take out this market.’ And he walked around her as he held the other 3 tightly in his hands. And just like a little puppy, Phoenix followed right behind him.

—The sound of wood crackling and the soft calls of the night had filled the air around them. The kids were sleeping, bundled up to one another as they always did. Phoenix was sitting with her legs crossed together as she stared at the children with soft eyes and a soft smile. Geralt watched her from the other side of the fire. And to say the least, he was impressed by her beauty. Then the gentle smile that was spread across her pretty face, had turned into a frown quicker. She appeared to be worrisome.

‘You worry for them.’

Her eyes shifted from the fire to his face. He glared at her as she turned her head back towards the children. ‘Do you have children? … or at least, I’m sure you’ve been around them.’ She asked, looking back up at him. He looked from her face back towards the fire. ‘Hmmm,’ She narrowed her eyes, ‘I thought Witcher’s were infertile.’

‘We are.’

‘Then I have my own set of questions…’

Geralt glanced over at her and clicked his tongue. ‘And they will be answered once you’ve answered mine.’

What a way to try to sneak out of that one. Trying to change the subject and deflecting from what happened earlier at the market. She pursed her full lips together, ‘They’re all I have. They were poor, filthy— hungry . I could tell by the way they looked at me that they had so much potential. Potential to change this— hell bounded world we live in. They deserved a chance.’ So no, it wasn’t just about her letting them go— it was because she felt she couldn’t. ‘Sure this is not exactly the life I had in mind for them,’ She scoffed and looked up at the night sky, ‘But this is all we have for now.’

He studied her quietly as she had seem to bask in the warmth of the fire and of the beauty of the night. He watched as her chest gently rose and fell. And when a soft breeze passed through, and he got a great whiff of her. They have never been alone like this, people were always around with different scents. And like this, he was able to distinguish her own personal scent. It made his narrowed nose twitch. It was such a delightful smell! Dried Lavender and Oak.

Phoenix sighed heavily and looked over at him slowly. ‘Im sure you have some questions to ask me. I will answer to the best of my ability— the truth at least.’ She sat up straight, and gave him her undivided attention.

‘Who are you? Where are you from? Why was that Commander after you?’

She had promised to tell him the truth. She was a woman who never went back on her word as it was her livelihood really. But she was already starting to regret giving him this lead way. The woman hesitated for a moment, trying to think of something that would make sense. Cut and dry. ‘I’m from the Kingdom of Jedajel…’ she braced herself for these words and looked up at him with great pride. ‘My father was King Declan Salis.’ Phoenix awaited for his face to change. She knew how much her head was being offered on the table. So much gold and coin, he never had to monster hunt again.

‘The Lost Fire Princess…’

He sounded as if he was familiar with her. Yet his face didn’t change at all. ‘Y-you’ve heard of me?’

‘Who hasn’t?’ He retorted.

That was a valid point. So she scoffed at her idiocy and her head fell. ‘Queen Silvia hired me to look for you first. She spoke ill of you.’

‘Of course she did—‘ she hissed and looked away. ‘What did she say?’ Phoenix was timid now. Every time that wench of a step mother was brought up, she was triggered. Her hands grew sweaty and cool. Geralt stared at her, watching as her thumb rubbed at her finger tips, then her fingers fused with her palm and slowly created a fist. Her heart best had picked up, and so did her soft breathing. But he was a man of truth.

‘She said you killed your father.’

‘And you believe that?’ She snapped her head up at him, ‘I loved my father. He was the only one that took me seriously… I didn’t want to be Queen at first. Then he had me train with his Golden Knight, Levy. And I became really good wielding a sword… I wanted to be the Queen that changed the course of our future— to give girls, women — the chance to think for themselves… for once! To be something more important than some Nobleman’s arm candy or wife… She murdered my father so that child that she was bared at the time could have the 100% chance to take the throne. It was all in her plans.’

Geralt sat there in silence, as if he was trying to gather his thoughts. After all, it wouldn’t have been the first time he’d dealt with drama in a royal family. Incest, Infidelity, Treason… but never had he’d been in the middle of something like this. ‘She lied to me.’

‘You’re surprised? She’s a Mage. They know how to lie their way to the throne. Their tongue is as good as their magic.’ Phoenix stared at him before she stood to her feet and took off her belt. ‘Clearly you still need time to understand this… I’m going for a bath.’ She kicked off her boots and walked over to the river.

Her backside was facing him and Geralt admired her as he would with all women. She was curvy, and her mahogany skin glowed beneath the moonlight. She felt him staring at her, as if he wanted to burn a hole through her back. ‘You’re welcome to join Witcher.’

‘Hmph.’ He scoffed and looked away. ‘I don’t know… clearly I need time to understand this.’ He said in a sarcastic tone.

Phoenix rolled her eyes and descended into the water. She took the piece of string that was wrapped around her wrist and tied her hair up into a ponytail. ‘Suit yourself then!’ She mumbled as she continued to descend in the deeper side of the river.

Her mind was lost in thought when she heard water shuffling behind her. Phoenix lifted her head with a smirk, ‘Perhaps you’ve come to your senses?’ And she turned around to face him. Geralt stood a great height so it was no surprise that the part of the river they stood on, almost barely covered his hips. While for her, the water was at her waist.

‘Perhaps I came to my senses before you even decided to bathe.’

‘Hmph,’ she huffed and she looked down at the prominent scars across his chest and abdomen. Her eyebrows pulled together, ‘what happened there?’

Geralt looked down, running his fingertips over his thick and many scars. ‘Nekkers… I beat them in a round of Gwent and they ambushed me.’

The joke caused Phoenix to laugh a little. It grew silent for a moment, ‘You ever forget they are there?’ Her eyes couldn’t stop roaming the pinkish flesh. She was amazed to say the least. It was a wonder how he didn’t bleed out. ‘Sometimes. They itch.’

It grew quiet again, as she studied them once more. ‘And yours? … how’d you get yours? Doesn’t look like a Striga or Drowner.’ He studied it. ‘Yet… a sword?’

Phoenix had forgotten that she had a scar. It started from below her right breast and ended at her belly button. ‘Ah— yes,’ she looked down and stood on a rock so he could see the rest of the car that was hidden by the water. ‘I got this a few years back. These drunken fools had spent all of their coin at the pub and went into a brothel. They were taking advantage of the women there. I happened to hear their petrified screams and calls for help as they in reluctantly beat on the women. The knights nearby didn’t want to help… so, I stepped in. Took matters in my own hands. I cut them down, but not before one landed me with a cheap shot here.’ She ran her fingertips over the darkened scar.

Geralt’s eyes wandered her scar, and then up to her voluptuous breasts. Did everything about this woman have to be so… delightful? He quickly looked back up at her face, ‘You are brave…’ he meant that. It wasn’t often where you’d see a woman, or anyone for that matter, run into a brothel to fight drunken and sexually frustrated men. They were a lot stronger that way. Phoenix’s head fell as a soft smile curled on her lips, her dimples deepening as she did so. ‘Which is why I am going to help you.’

She looked up at him with widened eyes, in complete shock. ‘Geralt—‘

‘I’ve already made my decision…’ he waved his hand and turned away from her. ‘You have a lot of potential. You could be the Queen that not only your people deserve… but the Queen that they need. What was done to you was unfair and unjustly.’

Phoenix brown eyes filled with tears, her chest tightened as if she was about to break out in a sob. She rushed over to him, going as fast as the water would allow her to. And as he was turned around to see what the commotion was about, he was suddenly embraced in a tight hug. Startled, Geralt kept his arms up until a soft smile curled on his lips, and he returned the hug.

‘Should I let go? … I can let go if this makes you uncomfortable.’ She asked, her body flushed right up against his like a puzzle piece.

‘No. This is fine, princess.’

— The warmth of the morning sun had awakened her. The sky was blue with little to no clouds. She stretched out her body as a soft yawn left her lips. She hummed softly, as she closed her eyes once again. She listened as the birds sung their songs and the trees dancing with breeze that tickled their leaves. It was safe to say that for once, Phoenix was relaxed. But she also couldn’t shake this feeling that something was off. It was just… too quiet.

The feeling was unsettling, so it caused her to groan and sit up. She was in the middle of a vast open field. Covered in green grass and some colorful flowers here and there. This wasn’t her field… not the one she’d been taking refuge at for the past few weeks… where was she? And where were the twins?

‘Nika? Noel?’ She felt her heart begin to pick up once she didn’t hear their little voices. It was just like the night before. It was like she was reliving this moment all over again. But something had changed.

There were overlapping whispers amongst the trees. This way. Come to us. The Lost Fire Princess. Come to us.

‘Wh—whose there?’

The whispers just continued on. Which left her skeptical and hesitant. But on the other hand, she would never know if her babies were at the source of those voices if she didn’t go check. So she took a deep breath and made her way to the trees.

Stepping carefully over fallen trees and rocks, Phoenix used her eyes to scan everything around her to look for evidence. She’d been walking for hours But there was nothing, other than the now very annoying voices she heard around her. ‘WHAT?! — WHAT IS IT THAT YOU WANT FROM ME?! WHY AM I HERE?!— I’ve… I’ve been walking for hours can you— please… tell me where my children are!’

Dead silence.

She looked around, up at the trees to see if she was being watched. But that feeling had rushed over her once again… but was quickly reassured when a shiny object caught her attention. The sun shone right upon it, so bright— it might as well been a star. Phoenix walked over to the shiny object and gently picked it up off of the ground. It was a talisman, with a red dragon engraved on the backside. It felt familiar. As if she had known someone who wore such a beautiful piece. But her thoughts were interrupted by a blood curdling scream.

Phoenix without hesitation started to race towards the sound of death and despair, terrified that the children were in the middle of that. Terrified that she had let them down once again. She ran as fast as her body could take her, as if someone were chasing her. Finally when she pushed through a hedge, she was blinded by heat and brightness. Phoenix held her arms up, shielding her eyes before she slowly pulled them down. And the sight pierced her soul. Men, women and children were trying to run for safety. Screaming in agony as they were captured, or slaughtered by men in red, black and gold armor… the colors of her Kingdom.

She looked up to see a castle engulfed in ferocious flames. The sight made her heart sink, this wasn’t just any castle… any Kingdom… this was her home. ‘N—No!’ She exclaimed as she stepped forward. Then the ground beneath her begun to shake. She braced herself as she saw mountains raise before her. And what she saw, shattered her heart. Thousands and thousands of the dead. Including her little elven babies. ‘NOOO! NO!’ She broke out in a sob. ‘NIKA! NOEL!’ She rushed over to the pile of bodies, pulling the small children into her arms. She held them close to her, falling to her knees as a scream ripped through her chest.

‘Phoenix… What have you done?’ A familiar dark voice asked.

Phoenix slowly looked up to see Geralt standing before her. Holding his sword in his hand. Stained with the blood of who knows! His voice was unwavering and unsurprising, as if he’d knew all of this would happen. ‘You’ve spilled so much innocent blood…’

‘No— no I — I would never hurt them!’ She sobbed as she squeezed the lifeless children bodies in her arms. And before she knew it, they burst into flames. And with that Geralt lifted his sword and swung it.

Phoenix had awakened with a harsh gasp leaving her chest. She coughed so hard, sitting up as she tried to catch her breath. It was as if air had been ripped from her lungs. She looked around to see the children sleeping on their cots and Geralt was meditating. She let out a sigh as she rubbed at her neck and chest. What the hell was that dream all about? She was use to nightmares… but nothing on this level. This one just seem— felt— too real.

She laid back against her cot and looked up at the starry night sky.

‘Do you normally talk that much in your sleep?’

Phoenix looked back to see Geralt slowly opening his eyes then glancing over at her with a small smug look on his face. ‘You heard me? … I’m sorry to disturb. I know how important meditation is for you Witchers.’

He raised his hand, ‘It’s no bother. You needed your rest,’ he sighed softly as he sat down on his bottom. ‘You sleep like shit too. I suppose that’s common these days.’

She scuffed and sat up gently. ‘Most nights… but not like this one at least… this dream was different.’ She stared at the dying flames. She held out her hand gently towards the slowly crackling wood and just like magic, flames engulfed her hand. She closed her eyes, and with little to no focus, she channeled that strong flame right to those logs. And the fire grew larger and more lively.

‘Impressive princess. Took me quite sometime to manage The Igni Sign…’ he scoffed as he glared at her. ‘What was it about?’

So lost in her own thoughts, it took her a moment to register what Geralt had asked her. She glanced over at him, ‘My home… burned down to ashes… everyone was—’ She tried to make it as short as possible. And she didn’t want to tell him that he actually came after her. Would it be lying if she didn’t mention it.

Geralt narrowed his golden hues, studying her. Listening to her now unsteady heart beat. He paused, allowing the crackling wood to have its moment for a minute. ‘What else.’

Phoenix glanced over at him before she looked back over at the fire. ‘You can trust me Phoenix.’ He reassured her. She took a deep breath and laced her fingers together, ‘I— there were so many bodies. Burned and… mangled from whatever the knights decided to do with the people. So many screams— it was unlike anything I’ve ever heard before. And then— the ground cracked open, and mountains of dead bodies arose from the crevices. It was everyone I knew— everyone I loved.’ She looked over at the twins and whimpered, trying to hold back tears. ‘Then you showed up…’

Geralt stared at her, reading her body language thoroughly. She was fumbling with her fingers, her breathing shaken, and her eyes wet with tears. ‘Something tells me I wasn’t there to hand you off Beggartick blossoms…’

His humor caused a soft little smirk to curl on her face. She was happy that he was doing his best to make sure that she was comfortable and most of all… he was trustworthy. Once her smirk faded, she took a deep breath, her eyes finally meeting his once again. ‘I must’ve… been the cause of all of that— carnage. And you were there to do your job… eliminate the monster.’ And she looked away.

Geralt never took his eyes off of her though, still listening to her heartbeat. It was now steady again. It had seem that maybe talking about her feelings took the edge off. So he just asked: ‘Phoenix do you know what makes a monster?’ His head had slightly fallen to the side; interested to see what kind of answer she’d give him.

Quickly looking back up at the white haired male across from her she sank her teeth into her plump bottom lip… thinking of a reasonable answer. But instead, ‘I don’t know. Last time I checked, killing monsters were of your expertise.’ Her smirk had returned, with her cute little dimples deepening in her mahogany skin once more.

Geralt smiled, ‘Hmph, humans—‘ he scoffed before continuing, ‘What you and all the other humans on this continent fail to understand is that monsters don’t have to have fangs, claws, excessive hair— the most dangerous beast I’ve ever come across … has had to be mankind itself.’

This confused her a little. How was that the case? Humans were flawed! No super strength, no super speed— clumsy and prone to fuck up everything they get their hands on. So how was it that they were the most dangerous group of “monsters” he’s ever dealt with? ‘I-I don’t understand…’ she said softly.

He stared at her for a long moment, choosing his next sentence wisely, ‘Just know my first monster didn’t have fangs, and claws… In fact, he was huge… no more than 50 miles from Kaer Morhen— Lola… stinky… bald head… rotten teeth… he pulled that girl from the cart. She was young. He tore off her dress in front of her father who was held back by his mates… “It’s time you met a real man.” And I said “It’s time you met one too.” I hit him twice… they weren’t clean but— spectacular.’

Phoenix’s head fell to the side gently, her big brown eyes twinkling in fascination; allowing his story to set in. After all she heard, she couldn’t get over his punchline. ‘You had to take that opportunity to say something witty hm Witcher?’ She smirked before a litter of giggles left her chest. Then with all seriousness, ‘What happened to the girl and her father?’

He paused before saying, ‘The father fled with the men that deemed him harm. And the girl… she screamed, vomited and passed out.’

Speechless and in disbelief, she placed her palms on the ground behind her, resting her upper weight on her arms. Phoenix couldn’t understand! He saved those people… and they treated him like he was the threat and the monster. It wasn’t fair.

It grew quiet again as she tried to analyze him from where she was sitting, ‘You’re right… humans can be— are bad. Speaking from experience, I’ve never had a werewolf or ghoul swing a sword at me because they were sexually deprived.’ Phoenix gave him a soft grudge. ‘But I guess I wanted to try to see the positive in them… in us. But I’m afraid it’s too late for that.’

‘It’s out of your hands to control what humans do. You’re no God. But you have the resilience and the power to inspire and encourage others to do the right thing, Phoenix.’ Geralt said softly before giving her a reassuring smile.

Phoenix pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. She rested her head against them as she turned to look at him, ‘What if I fail? … Then I’ve failed my father… my mother— my kingdom.’

‘Is that what you’re afraid of? Failure.’

She bit into her bottom lip and thought for a second. ‘I—I suppose. I’m afraid I’ll die and— I won’t get to avenge my father. To be the Queen my people need,’ she looked over at the twins, ‘to be The mother they deserve.’

The Witcher looked over at the resting children and smiled softly. It was like he was reminded of something. Like he was smiling at a memory really. Then he glanced back over at her. ‘Failure… is what makes you human. Sometimes you need to trip and fall to know — to remember what your goal is… I haven’t gotten this far on luck alone Princess.’ His voice was gentle, but there was so much seriousness behind it. His scars told his truth.

‘Fear…’ he continued, ‘can be an illness… and if you allow it— it could consume you. I won’t let anything happen to you, Phoenix. Not when the fate of your kingdom rests in your palm.’

It was like she was showered in a wave of relief. Phoenix sighed out before a soft smile curled on her lips. ‘Thank you. I don’t know how I could ever repay you for this.’

‘No payment is needed. Now, try to get some sleep. The children will be up and wreaking havoc before we know it.’ He scoffed and grabbed his armor and started working on it.

It was like as soon as he mentioned her getting some rest, she instantly grew tired. So she let out a soft yawn and laid back on her cot. And she watched the flames until her heavy eyes grew too heavy to blink anymore.

[cardierreh15]

The Guy Next Door

Hello guys! I’m sorry I’m posting so much, I just could not wait to get this one out 🥰🚩

Warning 18+: First & Foremost SMUT , Dirty Talking , Fingering , Nipple Stimulation , Overwhelming Orgasm M & F , Daddy Kink , Cream Pie , Breeding Kink , Praising , Unprotected Sex (I Know “Woohoo! 🎉” ) , Cursing , Stalking , Fighting , Racism , Jealousy , Romance , Fluffiness 🥰💓

Pairing: Henry Cavill(Ronan) x Curvy African American Woman(Amunet-POV)

Description: While Amunet has a run in with the head of Neighborhood watch, Ronan conjures up a interesting plan.

Word Count: 4.4K

The Watch

Amunet was sitting on her sofa comfortably with her laptop in her lap, and her mug of hot chocolate in her fist. She hadn’t heard from Ronan all day, and instead of blowing him up and being “clingy”, she found something useful to do with her time like: searching for the best high school to teach at, and searching up the requirements for the certification she needed to teach in Florida. She would glance at her phone every once in a while, making sure that she didn’t miss a call or text from him but— nothing. Amunet had taken a deep breath before closing her laptop and gently placed it on the table along with her mug. Her head fell in her hands as she tried to bear and grit herself. ‘Come on Netty, y’all are only friends!’ And like clock work, her door bell rang.

Her legs reacted before she did really. Standing up and walking towards the door as she really just wanted to bask in her own misery over this man. She half expected him to show up today, so she wore her matching Silk Pajamas and her hair in a messy bun. Opening the door, Amunet immediately noticed the two very large and bright Orange pumpkins that were tucked beneath his arms and a carving set, held in between his fingers. ‘Hey! Hope you’re not busy!’ He gave her a charming grin; so big and wild his eyes were closed. ‘Ronnie—‘ she whined happily, unable to hide the happiness that blossomed inside of her. ‘I’m not busy.’ You’re never too busy for him Netty.

She’d taken a pumpkin from him and held it up as she examined it. So perfectly round and bold. Fall/Autumn was her favorite season and since the death of her loved ones— she wasn’t sure she could celebrate it like she use to. But here Ronan was again, reassuring her that he was here for her like he always did. And she was grateful.

The pair were in the kitchen, Sketching up some pictures they were going to crave on their pumpkins. The silence came from their heavy concentration. Until, ‘hmph..’ Ronan hummed deeply before pulling away from his pumpkin and made a face. Amunet glanced up quickly before bringing her eyes back down towards her own masterpiece. ‘What’s wrong? Drawing too fast?’ She teased, raising a brow. A scoff came from his lips and he slowly turned his pumpkin around to face her, ‘Well I wouldn’t call this— a mistake.’ It was a sketch of Boo from the Mario Games. And he did it so well that it made her look back down at her own work. ‘Oh! Wow that looks so good! You didn’t tell me you were good at drawing Ronan!’ A blush flushed at his cheeks as he tried to maintain a simple smile but clearly it was one that had “smitten” behind it. ‘Let’s see yours! What did you conjure up?’

Well. It was no Boo but it was something that definitely meant a lot to her. She hesitated. ‘OK— but don’t laugh OK?’ Her features were gentle as she tried to hide the embarrassed litter of giggles. ‘I won’t I promise!’ He said as he crossed his chest. Letting out a deep breath, Amunet turned her pumpkin around to reveal that she had drawn Superman’s Hope sign. ‘Aw—‘ Amunet sucked her teeth, ‘I didn’t know you were a nerd Netty!’ He giggled before reaching over and pinching her cheek gently. ‘I can’t help it! It’s how I was raised!’ She giggled before hearing a knock at the door followed by a ring of the door bell. ‘Hm, I wonder who that could be. Wait here, I’ll be back!’ And she quickly made her way to her front door.

When she opened the door, there stood a tall and lean woman who had her back turned towards her. ‘May I help you?’ Netty asked politely, head slightly hung to the side. The woman turned around swiftly and with a smile asked, ‘I’m sorry but is the James family home?’ She had pearly white teeth, a grin that could crack glass for sure. She was pretty. Almost perfect with her blonde hair and simple beauty mark right below her lip. ‘I live here… no family here.’ Amunet said as she leaned against the door frame. The woman’s lips slightly twitched. ‘Perhaps you have me mistaken… are the owners of the house around?’ With a humored breath leaving her lips, she stood up straight— offended clearly. ‘No, I think you have me— mistaken. This is my house. I own this house! I’m Amunet James.’ The blonde stared at the woman before her through her shades. ‘Oh.’ And then she gently took them off and placed them in her Michael Kors purse. ‘Well, Welcome to the Neighborhood. I suppose we could use some diversity—‘ she mumbled. Amunet clicked her tongue before she placed her hands on her widened hips, ‘Excuse me?!’

‘Hey— what’s going on who’s this?’ Ronan had stood next to Amunet at the front door. The woman gasped in delight, ‘Oh — dear… why hello!’ And instantly held her hand out for him to shake. ‘Ronan this is..—‘ ‘You can call me Charlotte! Ronan is it? It is a pleasure.’ She interrupted before looking him up and down with hungry eyes. Ronan hesitated to shake her hand but she snatched his up with both of hers. ‘Oh— such nice and strong hands…’ Suddenly, Netty’s mood switched from angry and offended, to disturbed. She wasn’t bothered as she had dealt with these kinds of folks before but there was something about the way that lady stared at Ronan. The way she talked and held his hands. It made her blood boil… oh— oh dear …

Netty— are you jealous?

No

As the lady eyed the man before her, Amunet cleared her throat loudly while clearly, Ronan was more than uncomfortable. ‘Ronan— since you two hit it off so quickly, please—‘ she said in an less than happy tone, ‘Tell this woman, that this house belongs to me.’ Ronan looked down at his friend with confused eyes for a second and then back at Charlotte. ‘Well of course this is your house… why would she think that it wasn’t?’ He was truly and utterly, confused for a second. ‘Oh I don’t know Ronan.’ She said in playful shock, ‘Why don’t you tell him— my friend— what you said to me just a few moments ago.’ Amunet’s clasped her shaky hands together as her teeth bit into her bottom lip, a nervous antic she did when she was in conflict.

Charlotte stood there clearly in shock before she begun to stumble over her words, ‘why I— I just assumed— wrongfully— that she in fact did not live here and maybe she worked for—‘

The look on Ronan’s face clearly showed his new mood. ‘Ohhh—‘ he chuckled and his head fell to the side, ‘You’d just assume that she’s a African American woman… that she can’t own a home? In this neighborhood?’ Charlotte clearly looked startled, ‘Why I—‘

‘What? You didn’t mean to what? You know what? I’m not even going to allow you to explain because clearly you’re fucking sick in the head—‘ his face was beet red, ‘so here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to apologize, leave and never come back to this residence. I don’t give a shit why you’re here. I don’t care if your daughter is selling girls scout cookies—‘ clearing her throat, Charlotte spoke up, ‘But I-I don’t have a daughter—‘ ‘Good. Which means that poor soul wouldn’t have to deal with your ignorance and lack of compassion— but if I catch you back in front of this house, … it would take more than Christ—‘ he stepped forward, as if he was shielding her. Amunet grabbed his forearm gently, ‘Ronaaaaan— that’s enough.’ She giggled a little embarrassed by his out burst. But also… a little turned on.

The blonde stepped back, squeezing her purse handle tightly in her palm, ‘Ar— are you threatening me?’ She asked; scared as hell! ‘Oh no— just a promise.’ So much bitterness behind his words as he stared at her as if he was staring into her soul. And thus, made her feel small and intimidated. Halfway blinking as she tried to recover from her fearful state, she glanced at Amunet, ‘Have a good day…’ and with a half smirk, turned away, walking quickly off of the porch and down the side walk.

Amunet squeaked before her hands quickly covered her mouth to hide her laugh. The woman kept looking back over her shoulder as if she was checking that he wasn’t following her. ‘OK— come inside my big olé puppy dog.’ She grabbed his arm and that had seem to knock him back into reality. Looking back at her, the soft smile on her face made him smile and he willingly walked back into the house with her.

When the two made it back to their pumpkins, she immediately addressed the elephant in the room, ‘hey… I want to thank you back there. As sad and… unfortunate as it is— I am use to it.’ Amunet wasn’t born with a soft bone in her body. She always stood her ground and never tolerated anyone who gave her anything less than what she had deserved. ‘I know you can,’ he said softly, looking down at her as his finger tips traced the inside of her palm mindlessly. ‘I knew that you could hold your own ever since we met. But, what kind of man would I be to allow his lady to—‘ he tried to sneak that word in there and it made her narrow her eyes and she giggled. ‘Hold on, hold on— since when did we have the discussion on me being your lady? I’m not nobody’s lady.’ She gently snatched her hand away from him and placed a gentle, playful smack on his arm. ‘You didn’t let me finish!’ He laughed with her with his hands up. ‘Yeeeaaah yeeeeah, you’re not slick! Come on let’s finish carving these so we can have these out by the evening!’

***

The two had spent hours drinking together (as usual), gutting and carving their pumpkins. They talked and laugh, the usual until he finally looked down at his watch to notice that it was 8pm. ‘I should probably go now. I have to get up pretty early tomorrow. Have a new body to clean up—‘ he said in a teasing tone, pulling himself up from the couch. Amunet made a face and gave him a fake gag, ‘Ewww, please save the details next time!’ She giggled as she followed him to the front door. Ronan chuckled and gave her a sweet hug that was followed by a simple kiss on top of her head. She felt warm at his tender touch, so warm that she got a little too comfortable with hugging him and hugged him much longer. Ronan didn’t mind it though, and every second of that hug — he enjoyed.

Once she let him go, she gave him a small smile and said, ‘I’ll.. just text you.’

‘You better… don’t make me have to come back over here.’ He chuckled before his head falling to the side. She returned the laugh. It grew silent for a few seconds, he was taking her in again. ‘Good night Netty.’ He said softly, back up towards the door and then walking out. ‘Good Night.’ She called out to him before he shut the door.

Her hand lingered there as if she was in some romantic movie. Turning around, she walked away from the door and let out a groan that was mixed with a sigh, ‘uggggh Ronan! What are you doing to me!?’ She felt so good, emotionally. Like he made her feel loved and like he cared. Could it be that she had feelings for our dark and dangerous friend? She cleaned up their mess and decided to retire for the evening.

Amunet woke up around 11pm, bladder so full from all that drinking, she had to go relieve herself. After she was finished, she washed her hands and took down her bun and walked into her bedroom after she shut off the light. Then… she heard a Ding! She simply thought it was Ronan texting her. But her screen didn’t light up on her phone. So she just walked over to her phone and checked the notifications… nothing. Completely out of it and delusional over her tiredness… she figured that maybe her phone was acting silly so she just shrugged it off, and got comfortable within her sheets.

But then she heard another Ding! This one — sounded like it came from the closet.

She sat up in her bed, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. She gripped her sheets with her fingers, as her breathing became rigid. Then there was a click, as if someone was locking their phone. Curious, and coming to the terms that she would probably get killed, she reached over in her nightstand and grabbed her gun. She was shaking out of her mind, ‘CO-COME OUT OF THERE! I will — shoot! I swear to god I will FUCKING KILL YOU!’ With her anticipation getting the best of her, she got out of bed and slowly walked towards the door. Her hand reached out slowly, fear completely clouding her judgement.

Then the masked being jumped out of the closet! Reacting way too slow, they knocked the gun out of her hand and slung her body against the wall. ‘URGH!’ She screamed at the impact. When she looked up at them, their mask was bright red with Horns. Black eyes and a black gaped mouth. Nothing like the one Ronan wore. They approached her quickly and swung the blade at her. They had missed, but not by much. They cut her shoulder and it caused her to scream in agony. ‘AHHH!’ She jumped on her gun, laying on her back as she aimed it at the intruder. But she didn’t even bother to hesitate pulling the trigger. She pulled it and it only clicked… no rounds. ‘Fuck!’ She groaned before she scrambled to her feet as they tried to jump on her.

Vaulting across the bed, she quickly pushed the mattress up and on top of them. It caused them to fall back and it also bought her some time. Amunet ran out of the room and down the stairs. But on her way down the steps, she slipped halfway— tumbling down. When she made it to the wooden floor, she groaned and looked up. Her vision was blurred and indistinguishable. But when she heard that loud “URRRGGGGHH!” Along with a commotion. In great pain, Netty pulled herself up and stumbled towards the front door.

The Intruder stopped at the over look at the stairs and threw the knife at her. ‘AHHH!’ She screamed and ducked, missing once again. Amunet looked at the blade that impaled the wall and quickly opened the door and ran outside. ‘RONAN!’ She sobbed as she held her arm, running towards his front door. ‘RONAN!’ She banged on the door so loud she was sure it woke everyone on their block out of their slumber. Looking back, the killer had walked out of her house and stood on her porch, looking at her. ‘Oh my God.’ She held her breath as he lifted the blade once again getting ready to throw it.

And by the grace of God, Ronan turned on his porch light and opened the door. Rubbing his eyes, ‘Netty Wh—oh my God Netty!’ Amunet begun to sob. He grabbed her by her waist and helped her inside. ‘What happened Netty!?’ He asked as he shut the door and locked it behind them. ‘A Killer! There— there was someone in my house!!! I—I think they are the person who— who murdered Mr. Dorsey! I—just tried— he tried to murder me!’ She sobbed as her body grew weak, resting her weight on his body as he held her up. ‘What?! Oh— God Amunet I’m so sorry— here! Come— let’s go get you cleaned up!’

‘Ssssss—ow!’ She whimpered, jerking her arm away as he cleaned up her cut. ‘—Sorry…’ he pat the disposable first aid wipe a little more gently, ‘Luckily, you won’t need stitches for this.’ Then he opened up a fresh pack of gauze and wrapped it around her arm and placed some tape to keep it in a staple spot. ‘Just— keep it clean so it doesn’t get infected.’ He gave her a reassuring smile and carefully took off the gloves and discarded them. ‘Yes… of course. Thank you so much.’ She watched him walk to his bathroom and wash his hands, then placed the First Aid Kit away.

Amunet looked away as she noticed the picture of him and his parents on his nightstand. They looked so proud of him and happy. It made her think about hers. And after tonight, she’d made a mental promise to stay in touch more. ‘Here— take these. It’ll help with the pain from that tumble.’ He said as he placed 2 Ibuprofens in her palm. She without hesitation, knocked them back and took a deep breath. He sat next to her, noticing how her lip was lightly busted. Ronan had also noticed that she was completely out of it, and slowly leaned in and placed a kiss at the corner of her lips. Using his tongue to go over his lips to catch the remnants her blood. She had quickly looked up at him, her eyes and lashes still wet from her tears. ‘What was that for?’ Her voice was soft.

‘When I was little… when I made booboos, my mom use to kiss them for me to make them all better… If you’d just tell me where they are— if you’d allow me— I’d like to do the same.’

Wow. Was this really about to happen?! After something so scarring and terrifying… a human would common sense would say no. But how could she? He took her in his home, cleaned up her wounds and took care of her. Plus the connection they had was— unmatched. ‘I—I guess since it worked for you— maybe it could work for me.’ Oh God, she had no idea what she was getting herself into. Ronan pushed her fallen locks out of her face, allowing the back of his fingers, and knuckles to roam her face, neck and then the top of her breasts. But his hand had returned to her neck, placing it behind it gently as he guided her towards him so they could meet one another in a mutual, delicious kiss.

‘I’m going to keep you safe. I won’t let anything happen to you Netty.’ He whispered after he pulled away gently. It was such a relief for him to say that, and it made her crave him even more. So she pulled him into another kiss, this time with so much purpose and meaning. Slipping his tongue in her mouth, they fought one another for dominance. The pain meds were starting to kick in and she was feeling so damn good.

Amunet grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. The kiss had been broken, but it was instantly bounded again as he pulled her on top of him so she could straddle his lap. Ronan begun to unbutton her pajama top and push it off of her shoulders; kissing her chest and the valley of her breasts. Letting out a content and pleasured sigh, she grind her hips against his hard on that was begged it to be set free.

Speaking of free: as she teased him, he reached behind her, unclipping her bra and tossing it to the floor with her top. With no time to bask and take in how beautiful she looked, he rolled them over so she was on her back. Ronan had pulled away from their heated kiss, both of them taking a deep breath and trying to get their heads together. Doing this, he finally able to take in her body. Her breasts, her curves… she made him weak and by the huge tent in his pants— he made it very clear. ‘You’re so beautiful.’ He smiled softly before his eyes drifted to her hips. Netty’s grin was unwavering and her cheeks burned with heat . ‘Off with these.’

And Off her bottoms went.

Amunet was the kind of woman who liked to be comfortable at home— so it was no surprise that she in fact wore no underwear. She clenched her thick thighs together, so shy. So he gently tried to pry them apart, ‘It’s OK,’ he coached her, ‘Relax. Let me take care of you.’ His voice was masked by lust and want— he didn’t even sound the same! So finally when she relaxed, taking a few deep breaths, she revealed her nectar coated flower to him. Ronan’s eyes shined, as if he struck gold with her.

‘Hey— before we… it’s been a while. So— can you take it easy?’ She asked; clearly nervous. Ronan smiled at her, ‘anything for you… actually— I know a way to help you.’ Standing up off of his bed, he finally pushed his sweat pants and boxers off of his hips down to his ankles. And what she saw, had her terrified. Amunet swallowed her spit as she felt her chest begin to tighten as he crawled right back on top of the bed. He chuckled as he could see that she was intimidated by his length, ‘don’t you worry. I’m not here to hurt you. I only want to make you feel good. Okay?’ He said softly as he slipped his hand between her heated thighs and teased at her core. And then without warning, Ronan slipped two fingers inside of her.

With goosebumps coating her body and her nipples hardening at the sensation, a gasp left her lips. He was gentle with her and she was so grateful for that. With her legs hiked up and taking in shallow breaths, Ronan added to the pleasure by taking her nipple in his mouth. Amunet’s moans became constant, and her eyebrows tugged together. ‘Oh!’ She exclaimed as he curled his fingers upward, massaging and teasing at that sensitive sponge at the top. ‘Oh! OH My—‘ Ronan hummed in delight as he continued to rub that spot, ‘I know baby I know—‘ he spoke softly. ‘Oh My God I’m gonna cum!’ Sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, he motioned his fingers faster as her breathing became sharp, ‘Let it go baby. Don’t hold back from me!’ She felt the heat in her neck and her face as she held his face in her hand, while the other gripped at the bed sheets beneath her. ‘AAAUGHHH! IM CUMMING!’ And just because she had announced it, didn’t mean he was stopping. Letting out a scream as she felt herself erupting, he did not stop and the pleasure was so overwhelming it had her in tears!

Hard as a rock Ronan simply couldn’t take it anymore. So he pulled his hand away slowly and pulled away from her breast. While she tried to recover, he readied himself between her thighs, hovering over her as she came down from her high. ‘Are you ready?’ She had never been so ready for something in her life! Eagerly, even without even catching her breath, she nodded and looked up at him with begging eyes. He smirked and took hold of his member and guided it towards her dripping slit. ‘Deep breath baby—‘ and he thrusted his hips toward within her. A harsh gasp ripped through her, as her hands rest on his shoulders. Ronan groaned deeply as his eyes closed trying to build composure. She felt so good. So warm and so tight! He fit so snug like he had slipped on the perfect pair of pants.

‘Unnnnffff … baby…’ he finally let out. ‘Goddammit you feel so good.’ Those words made Amunet’s heart flutter! ‘Ohhhh Ronan, please don’t stop!’ She clawed at his muscular back and drug her nails down hard. She was sure she had drawn blood but he didn’t seem to have a problem with it. In fact, it only made him go faster, harder.

‘I’m not baby. I’m not stopping.’

He chanted before he kissed her lips, and started ramming his hips into hers. She no longer gave a shit about her ultimatum in the beginning! She loved every bit of this. Amunet’s mouth fell open and her eyes squeezed shut. ‘No, no— look at me baby. Look at me.’ Her watering eyes flashed open at his demand and his diamond hues pierced her chocolate ones. She felt herself start to peak, feeling that tingling sensation in her cunt and ass. She had never been overwhelmed this way. ‘Oh!! Dear FUCKING GOD!—YES!’ She screamed as he pounded within her depths. She felt the tightening in her lower tummy. ‘That’s right! Cum for me baby! Be a good girl and cum on daddy’s dick!’ Amunet wrapped her legs around his waist, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she took every inch of him like it was nothing. Then— without warning, she was hit with an intense orgasm that left her legs trembling. ‘Ronan!!!’ She begged, hoping he’d give her another.

It didn’t take him longer to have her spazzing again, he had given her one after the other without remorse— loving each and every reaction and how they were different from the last. But that macho side couldn’t — wouldn’t, last forever. She felt too good and she always did as she was told! He was losing this but he had, watched her come undone countless of times… did he truly —

Lose?

‘Ugggghh I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fill you all the way to the fucking brim. I’m gonna give you a fucking daughter!’ Amunet’s eyes twinkled, oh how she always wanted a daughter! … was he serious?! If he wasn’t— she didn’t care. ‘Gimme! Gimme your babies! Let me have your baby girl!’ She grabbed his face, forcing him to look deep into her eyes. ‘Ugghhhh! I’m cumming babe—‘ she nodded with a grin, tightening that grip around his waist. He lost it; sounding something of a majestic, feral beast ‘Uhhhhhhh fuuucking— urrrggghhhh!’ And he released everything he’d brewed up for her. And she took everything he had with no question. Ronan had rested his weight on her and they both tried to catch their breath.

Ronan was on his back and his arm was around her. She was sound asleep on his chest, as he stared up at the ceiling. This was so bad. He’d fallen in love with a potential victim… that wasn’t all… what if she was to find out about what he did to people? What if she accepted this and one day want to turn him into the police. All of these possibilities hurt him to his core. But he had to find a way to make her fall out of love with him… and as he looked at her pretty, peaceful sleeping face — he knew it wouldn’t be easy. He vowed to protect her… but now he had to hurt her in the worst possible way.



[cardierreh15]

The Guy Next Door

Hey guys! I hope y’all enjoy this one! Captain Syverson stans, this is for you ❤️❤️ Here’s Chapter 4.

**I do not give permission to copy or repost my work!

Warnings 18+: Mentions Of Death , Mentions of Spousal & Child Loss , Cursing , Angst , Smutty/ Suggestive thoughts , Food Play Kink , Body To Body Touching(Dancing) , Flirting & Some Romance .

Pairing: Henry Cavill(Ronan) x Curvy African American Woman(Amunet-POV)

Description: Amunet & Ronan get to know one another and find that they may have a deeper connection.

Word Count: 3.9K

Chapter 4: Rendezvous

It had been a few days since their last encounter and their communication was a little less than satisfying. He was always working and even if they weren’t in a relationship, poor Netty couldn’t help but think that maybe he didn’t even have time for their friendship. But she was left wondering because she simply had too much time on her hands. Amunet wasn’t working at the moment and decided that she would take the state requirement test to be a licensed teacher in the state of Florida. But also decided that she could wait for the next school year to start her on her new career path of teaching.

Since she was at home (still unpacking), it left her with just too much time to think. Amunet had moved away sure but her “problems” never escaped her. She was going through a box one evening while looking for her crystals she had brought with her, when she saw her family photo album. Her thumb gently traced over the engraved “H” on the navy blue hard cover. With a slight bit of hesitation, she opened the book which revealed several pictures of her and her lost husband, Gideon, in high school. A whimper slipped from her lips as she did her best to keep her heart from breaking once more. They looked so happy, so young, wild and free. Amunet knew this would be a trap for her feelings, knew that she would be a sad and skulking mess for the next few days but, she couldn’t help it. It was like she wanted the pain, knowing they were not here… it was the closest thing she had left of them. So, she kept flipping the thick pages. Looking at the photos of the day when they got married back in ‘08. She was now a crying mess. She flipped the pages once more, and then she saw her greatest pain.

Pictures of her ultrasound when she was pregnant with their son. It caused her to break out in a harder sob as she would remember those beautiful moments with their boy. Running her finger tips over his cute little face when he was just a toddler, a tear just fell over the plastic. ‘Mommy misses you so much my love…’ she was barely inaudible. It just didn’t feel real, and she would often wake up at night thinking that they would just walk through that front door. And that feeling brought her so much dread.

Her vulnerable moment was interrupted by a muffled buzzing. She ignored it until it stopped, but then— it had returned. Amunet quickly scrambled to her feet and walked over to her sofa to find her phone sitting between the cushions. Ronan. She waited a moment before she slid that green button to the right. Sniffing, mouth coated with the stickiness of tears. ‘Hello?’

‘Hey you— hey ar—are you crying?’

‘No,… no. It’s nothing.’ She lied.

Ronan didn’t want to press her, but he was concerned for her. ‘You know you can talk to me if you want to Netty. Here— I know I’ve been pretty distant over the past few days and I want to make it up to you. And— I want to make you feel better. How about I come over tonight, we order some take out and we just talk? How’s that sound?’ He was so thoughtful, and that alone made her feel a little bit better, knowing she could have him as a shoulder to cry on. ‘That sounds great Ron. I would love that.’

The two conversed a little more, and Ronan managed to get a few laughs out of her before he had to hang up and head back to work.

7:03PM had finally came around and Amunet was on her second glass of wine. She kept glancing at her watch and she was starting to come to terms that he wasn't coming. She would understand, it was Tuesday and she was pretty confident that he had to work the next day. But all of the doubts were shoved to the side when she heard the door bell. 'Finally... you show up.' she stood up, rushing to the half bathroom to fix her hair. Then there was a knock at the door. 'Just a second!' She called out as she pulled out her lipgloss and ran the thick liquid over her full lips. Massaging her lips together, she popped her lips and fixed her cardigan. She switched off the bathroom light and rushed to open the front door.

A huge grin was pulled on her lips, but quickly faltered when it was just the delivery driver for their food. 'Hi! Order for Amu-' 'Amunet, yes. That's me.' The driver handed her over the receipt for her to sign and she tipped him before carefully grabbing the heavy brown paper bag. 'Oh! Miss, the guy that ordered had us write something for you in the bag.' She stood there baffled for a second but she couldn't help but smirk as her cheeks begun to heat up like a tea kettle. 'Thank you.' And with that she shut the front door.

Quickly placing the brown paper bag on the counter, she took a breath before she pulled the staples apart and opened up the bag. A folded piece of paper rested on top of the containers and she quickly picked it up. Damn near tearing the paper part, it read: I will be there soon. You don't have to wait up for me. -Ronan

Oh he just made her heart ache. But not in the bad way, the kind that made it skip a beat or flutter. Amunet folded the paper back together neatly and walked into the living room, turned on the television and switched it to a 90s-00s RnB music channel. She walked over to the dining room table and refilled her wine glass. She took a long sip to ease the nervousness that coursed through her body.

She had drank her wine halfway when she heard a knock at the door. The sudden noise caused her to flinch, spilling the red wine over her khaki cardigan. Letting out a heavy sigh that was followed by a string of cursing, 'Goddammit! Fuck, fuck. C-I'M COMING!' She quickly snatched off her cardigan but the wine had soaked right through, staining her white long sleeved shirt. Annoyed, she quickly walked into the laundry room and threw her cardigan in the washer. The door bell rang this time, 'I'm coming! Just a moment!' She was such a mess right now. She had figured that it was Ronan, and she was afraid that he'd just bail. So Amunet just sucked it up, walked to the door and pulled it open.

The light from inside of her home lit up his face and in an instant, a grin curled on his face. His eyes drank her in, as if he was trying to study the pores in her face. Like he was trying to find an imperfection. But the bright stain of red wine on her chest quickly captured his attention. It had resembled blood, it had him taken back for a moment. 'Oh- You've... you've made a mess!' He pointed gently before a chuckle left his lips. 'Oh - yeah. May have had a little bit too much tonight.' Netty giggled before stepping to the side and jerking her head for him to come inside.

Netty watched him walk into her home, she shut the door behind them and locked it. She watched him take in his new environment. 'You've gotten a lot done since breakfast.' She smiled proudly and placed her hands on her hips, holding her chin high. 'Well, thank you! I have a lot of time on my hands, i figured why not put my living room, dining room and kitchen together.' Truth be told, most nights couldn't sleep. 'Hmm. Well it look's nice Netty. Nice work.' Ronan had turned to face her and deadly blue eyes roamed her body.

'You should probably go change, that red against your skin is quite distracting.'

'Well what if i don't want to change my shirt?' Netty argued back as she folded her arms over her busty chest. 'Alright- then i'd just have to rip it off of you.' Amunet's mouth went dry and her eyes slightly grew. But before she could stop herself, 'I'd like to see you try.' She knew she fucked up. A gasped slipped from her lips and she found herself covering her mouth with both of her hands. 'OH! No- no I didn't..' Ronan smirked deviously as he begun to approach her. She backed up until she felt the cool wall against her back. Towering over her like some kind of beastly creature, he tilted his head down, inhaling her soft floral scent before raising his hand, and slipping it beneath her shirt. Looking down at her cleavage.

'Ronan- this is bad...'

'I know. But what fun is it being good?'

And with little to no effort at all, he tore her shirt straight down the middle.

The red wine was still stained against her brown flesh and now seem as if it was becoming sticky. Ronan’s mouth salivated at the sight. Netty stared up at him as he took her in once more before he quickly captured her lips in a kiss. It was slow, teasing as if he was trying to test the waters. But when she returned the kiss, it grew aggressive. From her lips, he used his thick tongue to lick from her mouth to her neck, collarbone and finally — the wine that was starting to dry up on her breast.

‘Ronan? … Ronan are you alright?’ She asked, waving her hand in his face. Amunet watched as he blinked himself out of what had seem to be a trance. ‘Oh— yeah,’ he chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his head. ‘Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind.’ And boy did he. ‘Mmmmhmm. OK, well. Make yourself at home while I go change my shirt.’ She walked past him and climbed her stairs, and walked down the long hallway towards her bedroom.

Shutting the door behind her gently, she took a deep breath, holding her hands up halfway as her eyes were closed. ‘Al—alright. It’s just dinner. You haven’t been alone with a guy in about a year and a half. But this is strictly platonic! He’s your friend, you’re his friend! No big deal!’ She cackled nervously and walked towards her closet and snatched a soft pink knitted sweater (she has a thing for sweaters and long sleeves) off of the plastic hanger and went to clean up her mess in the bathroom.

Walking back downstairs to meet her guest, he was sitting on the sofa with his leg crossed over the other while holding a glass of wine. ‘Well, looks like you’re pretty comfortable.’ She giggled and rested her elbows on the top of her cushions. ‘Let’s go eat. I know you told me not to wait but— I thought it would’ve been rude.’ Ronan tsked his tongue at her 3 times before speaking, ‘I see the problem we’re going to have in our friendship— you don’t like to listen now do you?’ He pushed himself up from the gray sofa, careful not to make the mess she had made but in “2.0”. Amunet stood up straight and laughed, ‘You know you’re sounding a lot like my father!’ She spun on her heels and started for the kitchen, ‘Hm. What’s his name? I may have met him.’ He chuckled before finishing off the final swallow of his glass.

The two sat down at the dining room table with their wine glasses basically filled to the brim. It had seem to be a stressful week for the both of them and it was only TUESDAY! ‘So, what made you choose your line of work? I wouldn’t have taken you as the “play with the dead” type of guy.’ Amunet sparked conversation as she dipped her sweet and sour chicken in the bright red sauce. ‘Well, looks could be deceiving yes?’ He answered and she rolled her eyes, ‘why do you have to be soooo mysterious!?’ She asked with a bit of humor in her voice.

‘Because it’s the only way to keep you interested.’

Damn. It left her with nothing to say really. She just tapped her fork against the glass plate before she decided to play dumb, ‘Who says I’m interested?’

‘Well Amunet you wouldn’t ask if you weren’t.’

He was so right.

Amunet sighed and let out a small chuckle, ‘OK! Fine. I’m interested— now, will you tell me?’ Ronan gave her a smile as he pat his lips clean. ‘My father ran the funeral home that I work at. It was pretty much a family thing— a business, if you will, to deal with the dead. Literally my grandfather owned it and his father before. Back in the day before the Mob was disbanded, my grandfather use to help them deal with dead bodies— you know, tweak somethings, lie in autopsies records… very bad shit. So, that made him very good money, and in turn— my father grew up wealthy and smart.’ Ronan had taken a sip of his wine, now feeling a little more buzzed. Amunet was already drawn in by his family’s history already!

Resting her chin on her fist as her elbow rested on the table, she continued to listen. ‘My parents raised me up in the morgue. I was always there — I’ve witnessed the scariest of things and the serenity too. But then… my father fell ill. My parents had me late in life. My dad is 87, my mother is 80. I’m 38.’ Amunet’s eyes raised, ‘No way! You look great for almost 40.’ She teased. She was caught up with him, 37. But it wasn’t lady like for a woman to blurt out her age. She was sure it’ll come up in conversation. Ronan’s cheeks flushed pink as he smiled, ‘Well thank you. The stress from work is turning me slightly gray but — I’d rather have that than shrivel you like a raisin.’ The pair cackled together before he continued.

‘So when my father fell ill— he couldn’t work. He had Stage 3 Colon cancer and him going through chemotherapy, being sick and stuff was hard on him. So they turned to me to run the business. Mm, could you imagine? A 16 year old kid, running such a business?! I was only a Sophomore in high school!— so I grew up a little quicker. I had to quit football, track— anything I enjoyed… had to be placed on the back burner. And it got old, really fucking quick!’

Amunet sympathized for him; after all it wasn’t fair. The time in his life when he was suppose to be having a blast and being a kid was stripped away from him because his parents thought it was imperative to keep their business alive. She could tell that he resented them for that. And she understood. ‘Wow, so you were owning a business at 16 years old? How did that collide with high school? I know you had to be exhausted.’ She was worrisome, poor little Ronnie. 

‘Very. I went to school every day, had to miss my last 2 class periods, and I ended up having to take summer school to make up those classes. And even get a tutor. Literally, if I wasn’t at school— I was there or I was at home sleeping. I just had no time in between to have fun.’ He sighed, ‘So I did that for 2 years and my senior year… I decided to plot and plan. My father was doing much better and I knew I had to leave before I was stuck again. So I got in contact with an Army Recruiter, did everything I needed to do so I could leave.’

Amunet's eyes grew at the new found news. 'You were in the service? My husband was in the Army for sometime.' She looked to the side, before her head fell forward. 'Oh? You're married?' he asked pretty startled by the news. 'Was-' she corrected him, her head rising to look at him. 'My husband and son died about a year and a half ago. He'd just gotten out of the military a month prior to that.' She sniffed, trying to squeeze back those tears but no matter how hard she tried, the harder it became. 'Oh, Netty- God I'm so sorry!' He didn't know what to say or do. He never wanted to experience a loss like that. She'd lost two of the only beings that she would die for. Ronan's head fell in shame, as he was about to get mad because he thought he was being toyed with.

She wiped her cheeks and took a heavy aspirated breath, trying to catch the sob as she felt the tightening in her chest. 'You know- it just doesn't feel real sometimes. I never imagined-... it would be me. Lonely like this in a completely different state.' She rolled her eyes as she picked up a napkin and wiped her slightly smeared mascara. Ronan swallowed his spit before, 'You're not lonely Netty.' Then he'd given her a reassuring smile and nodded, 'I can't imagine losing someone... that close to me. I'm sure they were so lucky to call you mommy and wife.' He'd then reached over and grabbed her hand, running his thumb over the back of her smooth brown skin. Amunet looked up from their hands to his face, glaring at him with eyes filled with thick tears. 'Thank you Ronnie.'

'Of course... if it's still too raw we can change the subject. I don't like to see you crying.' He gave her a chuckle and then she joined in before shaking her head. 'No, no. It's OK. I want to know everything there is to possibly know.'

Girl, only if you knew.

Ronan smiled and let go of her hand before reaching over to grab his glass of wine. 'What MOS was he in?' She let out a shaky breath as she looked up in thought, '31B, E-6. He was in for about 12 years.’

‘Awwww he was an MP?! Jeez, I remember they gave us so much hell when it was time to go through the gate, haha!’ The both of them laughed, ‘Well, he enjoyed it! He always enjoyed putting those Captain’s in check.’ Ronan stared at her with a blank face, ‘Oh- Oh no. You’re one of those—‘ She laughed as she clasped her hands together, ‘Yup! 18A—‘ ‘Special Forces.’ Ronan smiled in surprise, ‘You know your MOS codes. 'Well,' she smiled softly before taking a sip of her wine, 'When you've been around the military long enough, you pretty much get the lingo down.' She placed her glass on the table, 'So, what did you do? Where did you go? Do you have any pictures?' Ronan sighed with a deep breath, thinking of where to begin. " So i was actually enlisted at first and while i was in basic training I was given the opportunity to go to selection. I ended up making it through and went to school, which then allowed me to be able to commission as an Officer.' He said before taking a bite of his Lo Mein, 'I've did two rotations to Afghanistan, and Iraq. I've been to Germany, Japan, South America, Korea, Egypt and United Kingdom- Let me see if i have any pictures.' Ronan then reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone.

Ronan found a picture and turned his phone around for her to see. She leaned in, her eyes narrowed as she studied the photo. ‘Oh?’ She said in surprise as she took his phone in her hands. He smirked and bit his lip, ‘You’re a lot bigger here!’ She joked and handed him over his phone. ��Oh— ha haaa, very funny.’ He laughed as he put his phone in his pocket. ‘You wanted to know what I did with these muscles? That picture was your answer.’ And then he shot her a wink.

‘Oh pleeeease!’ She laughed out loud, her head falling back. ‘So why did you get rid of the beard?' Her eyes lifted from her food to the hunk that sat across from her, 'I gotta say It does look good on you.' Her eyes fell back to her food as her smirk never faltered. 'Well, working with the dead requires a lot of tender care. So my hair, hands have to be covered up. I don't think I would've been too keen with walking around with a beard cover all day long.' Ronan shrugged and sat back in his seat, 'But if you want me to grow it back I will.' He grinned, his tongue slipping out to lick at his bottom lip to lubricate them. Amunet sucked at her teeth as her face heated up with a vengeance; looking away to think of something else to talk about. But nothing came up!

The pair sat surprisingly, in comfortable silence before he looked over at the 50" that was mounted on the wall. The song had caught his attention, Alicia Keys- "You don't know my name." 'Who is that? Her voice is phenomenal!' His eyes seem to have twinkled at this newfound news. 'That's Alicia Keys. This is the music my mother use to play this music for me when I was younger.' She smiled at the distant memory of her and her mother in the kitchen, bumping hips and mixing food together. 'Can you dance?' He asked, interrupting her thoughts. 'Kind of?' And with that he stood up, holding his hand out for her to grab. She laughed, her leg crossed over the other as her eyes followed him, 'Ronan, what are you doing?'

'Here, come dance with me.'

He had this small smile on his face, 'Come on. Would it be a real dinner date if we didn't dance?'

'It would still be a real dinner date.' She laughed as she finished the rest of her wine. 'But fine. I'll dance with you.' Amunet reached up, placing her smaller hand in his much larger one and he effortlessly pulled her up to her feet.

She placed her hand on his shoulder, and gave it a gentle squeeze. She couldn't help it, it would probably be the only chance she got to touch him so she took advantage of the situation. Her other hand rest in his palm, their hands squeezing one another gently as his other hand rest at the small of her back. Her breasts were pressed against his firm chest, pelvis to pelvis as they swayed slowly to the RnB music. Amunet looked everywhere but him. But him on the other hand, tried to gauge her attention. 'You know it is kind of awkward that you're looking every where else but up here.' Amunet scoffed and finally worked up the courage to look at him, 'I'm sorry. It's been a while since I've been this close with anyone.' Ronan gave her a concerned look, 'We can stop if you feel uncomfortable Netty.' His voice as smooth as melted chocolate. 'No,' She objected, 'This is nice.' she said softly as she finally allowed her chocolate brown hues to stare into his icy ones.

Maybe Amunet was fond of Ronan after all.

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♦️ Sleeping Diamond♦️

Hey guys! This is Chapter 2 of Sleeping Diamond ♦️ enjoy!

** I do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Mentions of Death , Greif , Bloody Descriptions , Angst ,

Pairing: Henry Cavill(David-POV) x African American Woman(Kassandra)

Word Count: 2.2K

Chapter 2: Bigger Picture

‘Heaven… I must’ve finally made it if you’re here my love.’ Her blood-stained lips curled into a beautiful pearly white grin, as if she were proud to be here. As if she was so happy to see him. The woman had seem to be so sure that he was the one she had known to be George.

David kept his hands on his neck as he slowly approached the woman with caution. He knew that if she wanted to kill him, he probably would have been dead already. Unless she was baiting him. But regardless of how much he feared for his life at the moment, he was still fascinated with his finding. He had to bring her back! He had to tell the world about how magnificent and beautiful she truly was. They wouldn’t believe him if he went without her. But first, he had to find out who this George was, and why was he so important?

‘You remember this thing we use to do… here—‘ she smiled softly before lifting her fingers up gently, pointing towards him. David’s eyebrows rose slightly as he slowly pulled his hand away from his neck and pressed his index finger right up against hers, looking deeply into her golden eyes. A soft yellow hue glowed at their fingertips. And what happened was something unbelievable! It was like their emotions became one. Like they created a bond.

But that wasn’t all he felt… he saw her memories. Her happiest moments and her saddest. He saw him! The man she knew as George! And he was his doppelgänger! They had the same hair, the same bright blue oceanic eyes, the same pointy nose and dimpled chin. They had a love that was so strong, he could feel it in his bones. And the moment David saw Kassandra being stabbed in her chest, the both of them immediately pulled away.

‘Impossible.’ David whispered. He was so full of skepticism, he was just hoping he’d wake up from this dream. He approached her, ‘How did you—‘

‘You’re not George!’ She took a step back. The look of happiness had vanished and fear took its place. She was scared of him. And after things he saw, the way those villagers had treated her and her lover— he had to reassure her that no harm would come to her. ‘I—I’m not here to hurt you Kassandra. I’m not like those— people.’ He held his hand out towards her, ‘You don’t have to be afraid. Not anymore. Times have changed— look, if you don’t trust me…’ he got on his knees, looking at the floor, thinking about what he was doing before he looked back up at her. ‘You can kill me now.’

It grew quiet for a long, long moment. One that caused a lump to grow in his throat. His head fell, trying to catch his breath as he felt the silky fabric of her dress brush against his cheek and hands. Then she squat down before him; placing one hand on his shoulder while her other hand lifted his chin. ‘No need. You have awakened me. For that I am forever in your debt. I am afraid I can’t say that for your friends— what is your name?’

David looked around, his friends, were hidden by the darkness around them. ‘David…’ then he looked back up at her. His bright blue eyes studied her face. She had been in the sunlight. Like she was a human, it didn’t damage her skin, she didn’t burn. ‘My name is David.’

A small smile curled on her full lips, she kept her hand on his shoulder while the other moved from his chin to his strong jaw, ‘David… like the Bible? … like — Beloved.’ Her eyes pierced deeply within his soul, as if his deepest darkest secrets were buried within it.

‘Yes.’

The small smile she held, only grew larger at his confirmation. She stood up slowly. It was like she moved like water. So fluid and with no effort. There was no way that vampires had to have come from hell… because he was almost certain she was an angel. She then turned away and walked back into the darkness. David scrambled to his feet, ‘Wait— where are you going?’ It grew dangerously quiet. He waited patiently before, ‘Kass—‘

‘I’m here darling.’

Her beautiful, smooth British accent — a sound he was already in love with like a song. A sweet melody he was so willing to die to hear over and over again. David quickly turned around quickly where he saw his deceased friends laying before her. She held Meredith in her arms. ‘AUGH!!’ He stumbled back in fear. She cackled at his clumsiness. ‘Did you— did you—?!’ His teary eyes studied their deceased faces. So gone. Not a single sign of them coming back.

‘No. Except for her. She tried to steal from me. Which is how I was awakened in the first place. I didn’t know if I should have thanked her— or drank her dry… so I did both.’ And Kassandra gently placed her down on the concrete next to her friends.

‘If it wasn’t you then— who was it?’ His wild eyes glanced from her face back towards his friends. ‘When you moved the lid of my coffin, you released a dangerous entity. One that is to curse anyone who’s to flee … or in your case… kill anyone it could get it’s hands on…’

He paused and looked around in confusion, ‘How come it didn’t kill me?’

‘Anything I touch… should not be harmed by it. When I touched you— you were then off limits.’

It was a relief sure… but he felt horrible about the fate of his friends. That sudden guilt weighed on his shoulders like a shroud. He was sick to his stomach. He’d be bringing her back… but his friends— not alive at least. Until he had an idea. ‘Can you change them?’

‘How many others are there?’ She asked as she placed their hands on top of the other.

‘3… what does that—‘

‘It’s too dangerous…’

David’s eyebrows tugged together in confusion. ‘I—I’m sorry but what does that have to do with anything?!’

Kassandra looked up at him before once again slowly rising to her feet, ‘Meaning that there is too much temptation. I wouldn’t be able to stop 5 Newborn Vampires from the one thing that drives them insane.’ She sighed and shook her head, ‘I already have enough blood on my hands David… I won’t be the cause of anymore carnage…’ there it was again. She stared into his eyes once again, and he stared back until he looked down.

‘We have to go. Is there a quicker way to get to the surface or—‘

Kassandra lifted her hands and waved them around gently before a large open space appeared at her command. Around this interesting “portal” it glowed a soft yellow. And on the inside, looked like a puddle of water. She looked back with a sheepish smile. ‘Will this work?’

David’s eyes grew in shock, was there anything she couldn’t do?! ‘Teleportation. How’d did you—‘ he looked down at her. And she looked up at him, ‘That is only for me to know my dear. Come. Join hands with me and focus on where you’d like to go.’ And she held her hand out towards him.

‘What about— what about them?’ He asked before glancing back then back towards her. ‘What about them?’ David’s eyes narrowed at her and a distinguishable frown curled downward on his face. ‘Ugh— fine. We’ll come back for them.’ She groaned and waved her hand forward. David walked forward and took her much smaller hand into his larger palm and they walked into the portal.

— They walked out of the portal— well— she walked out of it. David stumbled out and fell against a wall, puking up all of the contents of his stomach.

‘DAVID!’ The group of men called out and rushed towards him. They helped him up as he dry heaved and clenched at his knees.

Kassandra watched the men try to pull David back together. She noted that David didn’t take the portal too well. Which caused her to smirk. George didn’t take it all too well either. The memory caused her to look down.

‘Where’s— where is everybody?’ Jacob asked. ‘My brother? Meredith? Are they still in the cave?’

By this time David was drinking a bottle of water, and finally recovered from his episode. He didn’t know how to tell him that his brother was dead and they they had to come back for their bodies. ‘Jake— they…’ he didn’t have the courage. So he was blessed that she stepped in.

‘They died. David was the only one who survived.’ She said it emotionlessly. ‘But no worries. They died like warriors. Fighting.’

David’s eyes grew slightly, quickly regretting letting her say it for him. She wasn’t compassionate. Was that because she had been gone for so long? She had no idea how to wield and understand human emotions. ‘Kass—‘

‘What?! — what do you mean they’re all dead?!’ Jacob looked over at David. It was obvious that his emotions were hit like a freight train. David couldn’t say anything. He just kept tapping his thumb into his palm. Something he did when his anxiety started to kick in. ‘HELLO?!’ And Jacob shoved David in his chest, causing him to smack right against the stone of the cave. Frazier and Mason grabbed Jacob by his shoulders.

And with the speed of light and then some, Kassandra rushed to David’s aid and stood in front of him. ‘That’s enough. Your friends died by the hands of something they could not kill. This was out of David’s hands.’

Frazier’s eyebrows tugged together, ‘Jesus…’ before his head fell forward.

‘No… not him either.’

‘Kassandra… no. Not now.’ He stood up straight and placed his hand on her shoulder before gently pushing her aside to get to his friends. ‘I knew nothing of this… Jacob… Frazier, … Mason. I’m sorry… I would have never— put your lives in danger. You know this.’

Jacob broke out into a sob and the 4 remaining men embraced one another in a pained sob.

Currently

Beep. Beep. Beep. The microwave sounded. The sound of popping filled the kitchen as he checked his phone for emails before he called it a night. There was nothing out of the ordinary. But just as he was about to turn his phone on “Do Not Disturb”, David got a text from Jacob in the group chat.

‘Hey guys. Just sending an update. They went to recover the bodies … but no one was there to recover.’

David’s eyebrows tugged together in confusion, as he felt his heart begun to pick up its pace. Everything faded out, the noise from the television, the popping in the microwave. His eyes kept reading: recover, bodies, no one, recover, recover, recover.

‘DAVID?’

Her sweet harmonic voice brought him out of his daze. He looked over at her with a soft smile. She had her elbows on the back of the couch, with her cute rounded face resting in her palms. Her long spiraling hair fell over her shoulders like water falls. And they were so soft to the touch. ‘Are you alright? I can hear your heart beating fast.’

Sometimes he would forget how “inhuman” she was. How simple things like that would just rattle her nerves. ‘I am alright. Just— thinking about some things.’ He said as he gently tugged the handle of the microwave and pulled it open. ‘Well, think faster please! I want this corn!’ She squealed. David chuckled at her excitement. He grabbed a large bowl out of the cabinet, popped open the hot bag and poured them in the bowl.

David walked out of the kitchen after turning out the light. He plopped down on the couch next to her as she clapped happily, ‘It’s called Popcorn Kassie.’ She quickly reached over and grabbed a handful of popcorn. ‘Whatever it is called David, I want it.’ She popped the buttery snack in her mouth and hummed happily at the taste. ‘I could never get tired of this stuff!’

He looked over at her as she chewed happily. He also watched as she reached over and grabbed the remote. She pressed a button, and instead of pressing play— she hit the “News” button. ‘Oh—uh oh. I always—‘ ‘Oh no it’s OK—‘

‘We are here taking statement from one of the researchers who had made this astounding discovery! Dr. Meredith Richards— tell us about this fascinating discovery—‘ ‘I asked to not be filmed. Get that camera— GET THAT CAMERA AWAY FROM ME!’ And she had seem to shove the camera away along with the camera man.

David was sitting to the oldest living thing and still, what was shown on television had him in disbelief. He felt sick to his stomach. ‘Isn’t that—‘ ‘Meredith…’ he muttered softly before he looked at his phone that started to light up and buzz like crazy.

Guys! Turn on the TV! Is that Meredith?! They’re alive! They’re all alive!

‘This isn’t right. Something’s wrong. I just know it— that’s not them.’ David glared into the screen before looking back at Kassandra who seem to have realized something. ‘Kassie… what’s wrong? Is it about them?’ He reached behind her and placed his hand gently on her back as her small hands rested on her cheeks.

‘What have I done?’

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Hello my loves!

I am terribly sorry I’ve been missing and not posting anything new. Life got crazy: I got hurt, and everyone got sick in my house. And work has been kicking my ass when it comes to hours. I plan on putting something new out this week because I have these BURNING ideas❤️‍🔥 Anywho, I appreciate your patience very much. And I look forward to posting some jaw-dropping shit pretty soon 🖤

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I’m so addicted to my Henry Slasher Fan Fic that it is pushing me towards doing something along the lines of American Horror Story 🥺👉🏾👈🏾 Coven , Hotel , Double Feature , Red Tide 💓 Unfffff my fingers are tingling!!!