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Awakening Hearts

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As the dawn broke, its golden rays gently caressed the world, awakening Geralt of Rivia from his slumber. As he opened his eyes, he found himself lying beside you, the soft morning light embracing your features. It was a sight that filled his heart with warmth and a sense of contentment.

The night had been a respite from the trials and tribulations of their shared journey. In the quiet moments, when sleep claimed them both, Geralt had found solace in your presence. As consciousness returned, he couldn't help but revel in the tranquility that surrounded you.

With a tender touch, Geralt traced a finger along your cheek, marveling at the delicate contours of your face. He studied the rise and fall of your chest as you peacefully slept, a silent reminder of the life that pulsed within you. In that moment, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming surge of affection—an emotion that had become an intrinsic part of his being.

As you stirred from your slumber, your eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze, a soft smile graced your lips. It was a smile that held a myriad of unspoken words—a testament to the connection that had grown between you, surpassing the boundaries of mere companionship.

Geralt's heart swelled with a mixture of joy and gratitude. He realized that in the chaos of their lives, you had become an anchor—a source of strength and solace that he never thought possible. With each passing day, his feelings for you had deepened, blossoming into a love that defied the odds.

As you sat up, the sheets cascading around you, Geralt shifted closer, his presence an unwavering constant. The morning light danced upon his silver hair, casting a soft glow around him. He reached out, his hand finding yours in a gentle entwining of fingers—a silent declaration of his affection.

No words were necessary in that moment. The unspoken language of their hearts spoke volumes. Geralt's gaze held a tenderness that transcended the battles they faced, the scars they carried. In your eyes, he found acceptance and understanding—a sanctuary where he could lay his burdens down.

Together, you rose from the bed, stepping into the embrace of a new day. Geralt's hand remained intertwined with yours, a symbol of the bond that had formed between you. As you faced the challenges that awaited, side by side, you knew that your love would be their guiding light—a beacon of hope amidst the darkness.

In the world they inhabited, where chaos reigned and dangers lurked at every turn, Geralt and [Y/N] had found solace in each other. They had discovered a love that defied the odds, a love that would endure through the trials of their existence. And as they walked the path of destiny together, hand in hand, their hearts beat as one—a testament to the power of love in a world so desperately in need of it.

Breed you

Warning: sex, unprotected sex, smut, breeding.

Masterlist

As the sun set behind the walls of King's Landing, you found yourself in the throne room of the Red Keep. Your lover, Daemon, stood before you, his silver hair shimmering in the dim candlelight. He was a man unlike any other- fierce, bold, and unafraid to take what he wanted.

You could feel his eyes roaming over your body, hunger in his gaze. He had summoned you here for a reason, and you knew it would be nothing short of wild and passionate.

'Māzigon issa jorrāelagon,' he purred, his hand extended towards you

Without hesitation, you walked towards him, your heart racing in anticipation. As you drew closer, you could see the intensity in his eyes, his desire for you burning like fire. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you against him, his lips crashing down onto yours in a heated kiss. You could feel his hands roaming over your body, igniting a fire within you.

Without breaking the kiss, Daemon lifted you up and placed you on the Iron Throne. It was cold and hard beneath you, but with his warm body pressed against yours, you didn't care. He began to undress you, his hands moving expertly over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You moaned against his lips as he traced a line down your neck, trailing hot kisses along your collarbone.

'Issa dārys,' you breathed, pulling him closer to you.

He pulled back to look into your eyes, his own smoldering with desire. 'Nyke jaelagon naejot breed ao, nyke jaelagon ao naejot carry issa riñar isse aōha fertile womb.' he whispered huskily.

Your eyes widened at his words, the thought of carrying his child filling you with a mix of excitement and fear. But with Daemon, you knew you were safe. You nodded, giving him your consent.

With a smirk, he lifted you up and positioned you on his lap, his hard length pressing against you. He buried himself deep inside you, causing you to gasp and cling onto him for dear life. 'Gods, ao feel sīr sȳz sīr ȳrda syt issa issa dāria ' he groaned, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent.

Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, lost in a world of pleasure and bliss. As Daemon's pace quickened, you felt your body building towards a powerful climax. With a loud cry, you reached your peak, your whole body trembling with pleasure.

But Daemon wasn't finished yet. He continued to move within you, his intensity never wavering. 'Nyke going naejot breed ao ēva aōha grevenka rūsīr issa riñar isse aōha womb.' he growled, his voice filled with possessiveness.

The thought of carrying his child ignited a new fire within you, and you eagerly welcomed him deeper inside you. You could feel him nearing his own release, and with one final thrust, he cried out your name, filling you with his seed.

As you both caught your breath, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. You gazed into each other's eyes, knowing that in that brief moment, you had created something magical.

'Avy jorrāelan,' Daemon whispered, his hand stroking your cheek lovingly.

'Se nyke ao,' you replied, feeling more connected to him than ever before.

As you both sat on the Iron Throne, lost in each other's embrace, you knew that you were meant to be together. And as you felt his love and warmth surround you, you couldn't wait to see what the future held for you both.

Translation

Māzigon issa jorrāelagon- come my love

Issa dārys- my king

Nyke jaelagon naejot breed ao, nyke jaelagon ao naejot carry issa riñar isse aōha fertile womb- I want to breed you, I want you to carry my children in your fertile womb

Gods, ao feel sīr sȳz sīr ȳrda syt issa issa dāria- Gods, you feel so good so tight for me my queen

Avy jorrāelan- I love you

Se nyke ao- and I you

𝑀𝒸'𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇

𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

To My Dearest Kalim,

As I sit down to pen this letter, my heart brims with an abundance of joy and affection that words alone can scarcely capture. I hope these lines find you in the best of spirits, for I wish to convey a sentiment that holds true and unwavering: You are my sunshine, and without a shadow of doubt, the absolute best.

In this vast and ever-changing world, you have become the radiant beacon that illuminates my life. Just as the sun graces the earth each day, your presence fills my days with warmth, comfort, and an undeniable sense of happiness. Your smile, like the sun's rays, has the power to brighten even the darkest of moments, and in your laughter, I find a melody that resonates deep within my soul.

Through both stormy skies and cloudless days, you have remained a constant source of inspiration and strength. Your unwavering support and belief in me have propelled me forward, encouraging me to strive for greatness and embrace the very best version of myself. Your unwavering love has uplifted my spirits, providing solace and reassurance during life's trials and tribulations.

In the tapestry of my life, you are the thread that weaves together every beautiful moment. Your presence infuses my world with color, transforming the ordinary into the extraordinary. Each day spent in your company is a treasured gift, for you bring endless joy, laughter, and a sense of fulfillment that I never thought possible.

It is not only your radiant spirit that captivates me but also your remarkable qualities that set you apart. Your kindness knows no bounds, and your compassion touches the lives of those around you. Your intelligence shines brightly, illuminating conversations and opening doors to new realms of knowledge and understanding. Your unwavering determination and resilience inspire me to be a better person, to chase my dreams with unwavering fervor.

In a world that often feels uncertain and daunting, you are my anchor, my safe harbor. Your unwavering love and unwavering presence give me the strength to face life's challenges head-on, knowing that together, we can weather any storm. Your unwavering support fills me with a sense of assurance and confidence, reminding me that I am never alone in this journey.

My dearest Kalim, no words can truly encapsulate the depth of my feelings for you. You are my sunshine, my guiding light, and the epitome of all that is good and beautiful in this world. Your presence in my life is an immeasurable blessing, and I am eternally grateful for the privilege of calling you mine.

Forever and always, you are my sunshine, and unquestionably, the very best.

With all my love,

𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎 : 𝑀𝒸

Easter...?🐣

𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕺𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

✠ ——— ✠ ——— ✠ ——— ✠

Hannibal Lector, the enigmatic forensic psychiatrist and notorious serial killer, harbored a secret obsession that burned with an intensity that chilled to the bone. His unwavering gaze, piercing maroon eyes, and lips curved in a sinister smile, betrayed his fascination with a specific individual: the enigmatic [Y/N].

Their paths had crossed at a psychiatric hospital, where Hannibal cunningly studied [Y/N's] vulnerability and frailties. Intrigued by her resilience and the shadows that lingered in her eyes, he became ensnared, consumed by a desire to possess her.

Hannibal's love was not pure or selfless. It was an obsessive infatuation, a twisted desire to claim [Y/N] for his own, regardless of her feelings. His every thought and action was driven by his fixation on her.

As [Y/N's] life became entwined with Hannibal's, she sensed an unsettling presence lurking in the shadows. Unnoticed glances, mysteriously opened doors, and the eerie silence that enveloped her sent shivers down her spine.

One fateful night, as [Y/N] returned home from work, she found a note on her doorstep scrawled in Hannibal's elegant handwriting. A chilling invitation to dinner, promising an unforgettable evening filled with tantalizing culinary delights and intellectual discussions.

Unable to resist the allure of Hannibal's charismatic nature, [Y/N] accepted. As the clock struck seven, she found herself seated at Hannibal's lavish dining table, unaware of the fate that awaited her.

With each course, Hannibal's obsession became more apparent. His intense gaze never left [Y/N's] face, as if he could devour her with his eyes. The pleasantries he whispered turned into possessive declarations, and the air grew heavy with his desperation.

As the evening reached its climax, Hannibal's mask of civility shattered. He revealed his true intentions, confessing his unyielding love for [Y/N] and his willingness to eliminate any obstacles that stood in his way.

Terror flooded [Y/N's] veins as she realized the true nature of Hannibal's obsession. She fled his mansion, desperate to escape the suffocating grasp of a madman.

Hannibal pursued her relentlessly, his possessiveness fueled by rejection. Anyone who dared to approach [Y/N] faced the wrath of his deadly cunning. Friends, family, and even potential lovers vanished without a trace, leaving [Y/N] utterly isolated and vulnerable.

As Hannibal's obsession grew, so did his methods. He manipulated events to isolate [Y/N] from society, ensuring that she had nowhere to turn. Fear gnawed at her mind, as she became trapped in a twisted game of cat and mouse.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as the hunt intensified. [Y/N] clung to hope, desperately seeking a way to escape Hannibal's clutches. But the more she resisted, the more determined he became to claim her as his own.

In the end, a bloody confrontation ensued, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. Hannibal's obsession had consumed him, driving him to the brink of madness and beyond. And as [Y/N] emerged from the darkness, forever scarred by Hannibal's twisted love, she learned a chilling truth: the human heart is capable of harboring the most sinister of desires.

A Mischievous Ride

Henry sat in the driver's seat of his car, with his loyal companion, Kal, an American Akita, riding shotgun. The two of them were driving on a scenic drive through the countryside, enjoying the fresh air and the freedom of the open road.

As they cruised along, Henry glanced over at Kal, who seemed unusually restless. Kal's ears perked up, and he let out an excited bark that echoed through the car.

Henry chuckled, glancing at his furry friend. "What's gotten into you, buddy?" he asked, scratching behind Kal's ears.

But before Henry could react, Kal leaned forward and gave an adventurous bite to the edge of the seat, sinking his teeth into the fabric.

Henry's eyes widened in surprise, and he let out a mix of laughter and exasperation. "Kal, no! Not the seat!"

Kal, undeterred by Henry's protest, continued to gnaw on the seat, thoroughly enjoying his newfound playtime. The mischievous glint in his eyes made it clear he was having the time of his life.

Henry, torn between amusement and concern for his car's upholstery, quickly pulled over to the side of the road. He turned to Kal, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and mild scolding.

"Kal, my buddy, we can't have you destroying the seat," Henry said, trying to sound stern. "We'll have to find you a more suitable chew toy."

Kal tilted his head to the side, seemingly considering Henry's words. His tail wagged excitedly, as if he understood the playful scolding.

Henry quickly rummaged through the glove compartment, searching for something to occupy Kal's attention. He pulled out a sturdy chew toy, shaped like a bone, and handed it to Kal.

"Here you go, Kal," Henry said, offering the toy. "This should keep you entertained."

Kal eagerly took the toy in his mouth, his tail wagging even faster. He settled down in the backseat, content with his new chew toy.

With a smile, Henry resumed his drive, grateful that Kal had found a more appropriate outlet for his playful energy.

As they continued their journey, Henry couldn't help but chuckle at the memory of Kal's mischievous act. It was a reminder of the joy and unpredictability that came with being a dog owner.

Kal, now engrossed in his chew toy, occasionally glanced at Henry, as if seeking approval. Henry reached back to pat Kal's head, his voice filled with affection.

"You're quite the handful, Kal," Henry said fondly. "But I wouldn't trade you for anything. You bring so much excitement and love into my life."

Kal wagged his tail in response, as if expressing his agreement.

Together, they continued their drive, Henry relishing the company of his loyal friend and the shared adventures that awaited them. Their bond, strengthened by playful moments like these, would only grow stronger as they navigated life's twists and turns, one chewed seat at a time.

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