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those videos I keep seeing of wives recording their husbands collecting cute sea shells for them...I feel like big scary superman (jk) would do that 😡

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Haunted By The Ghost Of You...

Sherlock Holmes x Ghost! Reader

Pov - Sherlock Holmes is haunted by the ghost of his dead lover. His brain keeps tricking him into believing she's still alive.

The idea came from the pictures in the 3rd row. I saw that saree and my brain said "Ghost Reader"...I do not know what's wrong with me either.

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Not a man of many words

Summary: Geralt of Rivia isn't a man of many words, luckily words aren't what you need him for.

Content Warnings: smut, cockwarming in a bathtub (yes, IN A BATHTUB), biting, handjob, slights thigh riding/grinding, maybe a few curse words, kissing

A/N: I posted this a long time ago on my old account and I decided it was finally time to bring it back heheh

Word Count: 1500+

It was a quiet night. Soft yellow hues of candlelight surrounded you, as your mind slipped further and further away in the book you were reading.

The day had gone by quick, but it had been tiring nonetheless. You had sold a couple potions, some herbs, and a few flowers and plants too.

The smell of your homemade rosehip tea invaded your senses. You took pride in brewing your own teas and potions here and there. And the people in town paid you good money for your stuff.

You lived in a small village. The house wasn't the most spectacular but you thought it was absolutely perfect. Especially the garden.

You moved to take another sip as you were suddenly startled by a loud knock on your front door, almost making you spill the steaming hot beverage all over the slightly tanned pages of your book.

There was no need to be nervous, you knew exactly who was at the other side of that door. Even if you ever had any company other than him at this hour, you'd still recognize him from that harsh knock alone.

"Can I come in?" was all he asked, as soon as you opened the door and his golden gaze met yours. His voice was even deeper and raspier than you remembered.

He was covered in dirt, sweat and some dark crimson remains of what you guessed were dried blood.

You gave him a sweet look. To everyone else, he might look big and scary, but you could see beyond the broody exterior. And underneath and the blood and dirt and telltale of the emotionless best, you saw a kindhearted man in need of a place to stay.

How could you ever say no to that?

"Of course."

Taking a step back, you allowed the massive man to enter your home once again. No matter how long it had been, you always welcomed him just the same.

"Shall I draw a bath?" You asked. A question you both already knew the answer to.

All you heard was a rumbling "hmm" in agreement as he started dropping his things on your wooden floor and ridding himself of his garments.

You grinned, starting to fill the large tub in the middle of your bathroom with warm water and a mixture of bath salts and healing herbs. It looked more like a small, un-deep pool than anything else to be fair.

"Do you ever smile, Witcher?" you asked as you sat behind him, gently washing his muscular back.

"No." he grumbled, his usual frown still plastered on his forehead.

Slowly, you dragged a soaked piece of cloth over his enormous shoulders, when an idea popped into your head.

The scars that covered his wet skin glistened in the dimly lit room. They looked beautiful, just like any other part of him.

You felt his entire body tense when you pressed your soft lips on his skin. It made you giggle. You moved to kiss his back again, only this time the intimate gesture was followed by the feel of your teeth sinking into the damaged skin.

He hissed, glancing over his shoulder to meet your mischievous gaze.

You grinned at his annoyance, before sweetly soothing your fingers over the fading bite mark you had left.

Yet again, the Witcher stayed quiet. Turning his gaze forward again as he huffed out an aggravated breath.

"Grumpy old man," you whispered, propping your chin on his shoulder to leave a quick nibble on his ear.

Before he could shoot back a response, you wrapped your arms tightly around his torso, pressing your cheek flush against the bulging muscles of his back. You couldn't help but let out a satisfied hum at the feel of his hot skin against your face. This man radiated so much warmth that you were fairly sure if you'd filled the tub with cold water, it would have turned hot from his body heat alone.

Your hands slowly wandered his chest, following the trace of his chest hair all the way down his stomach. They dipped under the surface of the water, finding the treasure between his thighs. You gave him a small squeeze. Even though you couldn't see what was in your hands, you felt how big and needy he was for you. You hummed again. Relishing his warmth.

Intimate moments with Geralt were rare. Not because he wasn't capable of feeling like many people thought, but because he had a hard time expressing his emotions, being vulnerable, and letting people in. In all fairness, no one had ever cared enough about him to take the time. To dig deeper, tear down his walls.

Don't get it wrong, he knew how to fuck. No woman had ever been left unsatisfied by him. No, the fucking wasn't his problem. It was the soft and emotional stuff he had trouble with.

With your face still pressed tightly against his back, you could hear his heartbeat quickening in his chest as you slowly pumped the length of him. Lathering his back with soft kisses and nips. Occasionally grazing your teeth along his scars, nibbling on the sensitive skin until he was rock hard and throbbing in your hand. His rumbling groans vibrated against your cheek, traveling straight to your core.

Your movements were halted by Geralt's large hands wrapping around your wrists. A frown overtook your face, worried that you might have overdone it. But your worries were quickly put at ease as the large man turned around in your grasp, finally facing you and pressing his lips to yours.

It didn't take long for you to cling to him again, snaking your arms under his and wrapping them around his large torso as your legs did the same. You crawled into his lap, the water surrounding your worked in your favor as you half floated against him, linking your ankles around his waist.

Suppressing a chuckle, the Witcher finally spoke up. "Needy much?" he asked with a raised brow, looking down at the beauty that clung to his chest.

His comment didn't make you loosen up in the slightest, quite the opposite in fact. It just made you hold him even tighter, letting him know that you were in fact, needy for him.

"My god, woman! You're going to crack a rib if you hold me any tighter," he grumbled once more.

"Maybe then you'd finally stay a little longer," you mumbled quietly, but he still heard it. Moving his fingers to your face, he slowly lifted your chin up to meet his golden gaze.

A sudden shyness overtook you as you stared up at him, trying to hide your face in the crook of his neck but he stopped you.

There was so much he wanted to say, but you both knew words weren't his strong suit. So he decided to show you instead.

Mimicking your earlier movements, he dipped his head to nibble on your ear, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck to your collarbone. His large hands caressed your skin, everywhere they could reach. When his lips ghosted over your shoulder, he didn't hesitate to sink his fangs into the supple skin, earning a squeal from you.

"OW, you brute! That hurts!"

"Don't like the taste of your own medicine, Princess?" he asked as he kissed over the bruised flesh.

"I just like the taste of you." you breathed, hands wandering down again, eager to please both him and yourself.

Satisfied with the slight growl you got in response, you continued to pump his heavy length until he was throbbing in your grasp.

With his lips still hovering over the exposed skin of your neck, his hot breath left goosebumps in its wake. You were thoroughly soaked, and it wasn't just the deliciously warm water surrounding you. Slick covered your aching core, and you finally couldn't take it anymore.

"please..." you moaned as you ground yourself on his thigh, desperately trying to create some friction. "Geralt please, I need you. Need to feel you...please."

Well if he wasn't hard before, he certainly was now.

"Come here." was all he mumbled out before positioning you on top of his cock, pulling you down with ease, he slowly slid inside of you and you happily welcomed him.

You let out a sigh and he let out a groan, slowly sliding down his length until you were fully seated on him and you felt him, all of him, throbbing tightly inside of you.

Your eyes locked and there was a long beat of complete silence. The two of you just stayed like that for a while. Gazing in each others eyes, basking in warmth and unspoken adoration. The sweet smell of the bath salts lingered around, tangling with the faint scent of sweat.

You didn't dare to move, afraid to lose this intimate moment with him. But as you stared into his eyes, you were relieved to see a look of reassurance, telling you he didn't want to move either.

Geralt tipped his head slightly to press a long, slow kiss to your lips.

"hmm, I missed you." you sighed once he pulled away to take a breath. Your eyes fluttered open again and for the first time, you were greeted with a dopey smile.

"You do smile." You grinned at him.

"Only when I'm truly happy," he stated, and with that, he conquered the last piece of your heart, making you entirely his, 'til the end of time.

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Déjà-vu

Synopsis: While living your daily life, you meet a stranger that seems to flip your world on its axis.

Warnings: angst, kissing, cuteness

Notes: while writing this I felt magic running through my veins and into my fingertips. Genuinely one of my favorite pieces.

She walked through the square to make it to the side walk across the street. The thick, rubber soles of her vans sloshed against the puddles that still lingered on the concrete. It hadn’t rained in quite a few days, but large clouds still flooded the sky and shielded the sun.

She didn’t mind.

Dreary, rainy days had always been her favorite.

Even as she stepped into a deeper puddle- one that soaked through the canvas of her shoes.

It wasn’t every day she came to this little coffee shop, but it was damn near close. She always claimed the third booth to the right, the one pressed into the corner of the café. She always ordered the same drink- an iced matcha. Always iced, no matter how crisp and cool the air was.

As she pulled the door open, a man stepped out. His brown curls flopped over his forehead, blue eyes locking with hers as he opened his mouth to apologize.

But the words never left him; they sat caught in his throat as he stared down at the woman.

She watched as his eyes widened to the size of her own. Shock fell through her as her mind swept to find any memory of him. Any explanation. Any moment of clarity.

There was none.

But the way he looked at her. The familiar way his eyes traveled over her face, searching. She felt as though she had seen him do it a thousand times before.

Their eyes stayed locked as he stepped aside to let her through. As the door closed behind them, they had to glance through the glass.

“Welcome in, (Y/N)! I was wondering when you would be by,” said the older woman behind the counter. Miss Humfry owned the little store, and adored her. She always slipped her muffins and pastries on the side.

She finally turned away from the door. “H-Hi, Miss Humfty!” She forced a smile upon her face to not cause her any worry. “Just the usual, please.”

“Of course, dear. Go ahead and go sit, I’ve got it from here.”

The green pleather was beginning to crack from wear, but it didn’t bother her. She had always admired old things. She always picked the most worn book at a second hand store. Always chose the sweaters that were just beginning to fray at the cuffs.

The man slid into the seat in front of her- into her booth.

That same dizzy feeling resurfaced inside her.

His blue eyes locked onto hers, causing her to grip at the seat. “I’m very sorry to disturb you, but I have to ask,” he took a deeper breath. “Have we met before?”

His eyes roamed… searching again.

Her head felt like it was spinning.

He came back.

“I, um. I don’t believe so. But-”

He cut her off. “We’ve never met?”

“Honestly?” She asked. His brow cocked up in response. “I don’t know. It feels as if we have. But I… I would remember someone like you.”

Embarrassment flooded her cheeks.

He looked as if he was going to speak, but Miss Humfry was there with the order in hand. “Here you go, (Y/N).” She set her iced matcha and a scone onto the table. “Oh, my! On a date, I see. I’ll leave you to it.” She winked towards her and was on her way before either of them could correct her.

She kept her eyes fixed on her breakfast.

“(Y/N) is it? That’s,” he cleared his throat. “That’s beautiful.”

She didn’t know what to say, so she muttered a thank you and took a sip of her drink.

Only a moment had passed. “I feel like I do remember you. I don’t know from where and I don’t know how, but I do.”

Her eyes flicked up. She couldn’t help but focus on the small patch of brown in one of his irises.

She sucked in a sharp breath of air as his knee brushed hers. There was a current, a shock. One she could feel through the thick fabric of her jeans, one that made her heart flutter.

His eyes widened as the words fell from his lips. “I should go.”

And he did. He was gone as quickly as he had fallen into her booth.

Her mind was racing as she abandoned her food and ran after him. The air had become cooler and a drizzle made its way down from the sky. She raked a hand through her hair.

“Wait!” She called out.

He wasn’t very far ahead of her, and he turned. She could tell from the furrow of his brow that he hadn’t expected her to follow him. She ran towards his direction, stopping just a few feet from where he stood. Dew coated his hair, his cheeks, the tip of his nose.

She took a few steps forward.

She was close enough that she had to tilt her head to meet his gaze. His lower lip was pulled between his teeth as his eyes flicked between hers and her mouth.

As her head moved closer towards his.

As he pulled his lip from between his teeth.

As she only slightly pressed her own against them.

She was still spiraling and the dizziness had faltered, but the arm that snaked around her waist made it all so much easier. For the first time in a long time, she felt grounded without the feeling of being stuck. It’s as if her feet were just touching the ground.

Even though the daze she’d seemed to be compelled into.

His lips pressed more fully against hers as she folded her arms around his neck. He pulled her into him; her touch his only drug.

Each time his tongue moved against hers- lips molded to the others, teeth nibbling- a new wave of static flowed through them.

An electricity that ignited them.

But it didn’t feel new.

It was something as old as time itself.

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Taurus & The Face of the Bull

In Honor of the Taurus full moon lunar eclipse, I wanted to point out how people with prominent Taurus placements in there chart tend to look like bulls/cows. Just having a few of this placement will give you that Taurus energy within your facial features.

That’s because Taurus is the heavenly bull. Since it is ruled by Venus it gives the aesthetic of beauty through the lens of a cow/bull. It usually makes an individual have a head of a cow with prominent cheekbones and a refined jawline. The features also give an earthy appearance to the persons tone making them look stable. When I think of bulls I think of being grounded, so we can see that within a Taurus placements visual appearance. It makes them look refined and regal. Like a polished statue.

Here are some celebrities to see what I mean below:

Rema embodying this with a Taurus Sun, Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn. Like say no more.

Lana Del Ray with a Taurus North Node, Venus and Lilith

Henry Cavill with a Taurus Sun, Mars, Mercury and Part of Fortune

Mother Zendaya with Taurus Moon

Now go look at some pictures of bulls and see what I mean.

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“Why didn’t you say that earlier?” he questioned through clenched teeth.

“I did,” you responded, though it almost sounded like a question in and of itself.

“No,” he snipped, shoving off the interrogation table, “you didn’t.”

“Well…I meant to.”

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Bathing with Geralt…

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Geralt of Rivia - The witcher

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