#gaunter o'dimm x reader

[myers-meadow]

Dance of Fate: Gaunter O'Dimm x reader

Title: Dance of fate

Pairing: Gaunter O'Dimm x reader

Summary: On Valentine's Day, you receive a mysterious message from Gaunter, who invites you to spend the evening together. A date, he promises. Yet, there's quite a bit he didn't promise you. What motivations could a man like him have for taking such interest in a mortal?

Warnings: none.

Wordcount: 744

For @gauntermetaverse, who inspired this after the very, very kind gift that still haunts my dreams <3.

divider by saradika-graphics.

His words echo in your head. Even when the meaning of them seems straightforward, you know you have to take them apart and not take anything at face value. Who knows what adder is hiding in the grass when it comes to him. And this was... special. An invitation for a date, on Valentine's Day. Despite the nervousness in the pit of your stomach, how could you ever refuse?

The evening came. Questions about what tonight could have in store for you make way for a new reality as you blink and find yourself somewhere you don't know. Magically transported to another place, or perhaps to another plane of existence altogether. Your feet rest on grass, wind caresses your cheeks and pulls at your hair. To your right, there is a cliff of stone, and underneath it; a coast. The sea turns orange and red as the sun sinks below the horizon. In the distance you see other cliffs, white, regal and still, as if haphazardly carved from marble. A few seagulls screech in the air above. You can't place where you are, but somehow it feels like something from your childhood, hauntingly familiar. Would this be where you'd finally meet the man who has quietly dwelled in your heart for so long?

"How nice of you to join me." He speaks gently, but still it makes you startle. Looking inland, you see him, hands clasped, standing a few metres away. Beside him, lays a checkered blanket. He's prepared an actual date, you think with surprise. Somehow you didn't think he'd follow those mortal conventions, of having a picnic date.

"Thank you for the invitation," you counter, stepping closer to him.

"Shall we?" he gestures to the blanket and sits down, legs crossed. Somewhere behind him is a basket (did he just conjure it up?), he reaches in and retrieves a bottle of wine and two glasses. You sink down next to him. The blanket is rough as you lean on your palms. The sensation grounds you. Is this place real? You pluck a few blades of grass and examine them closer. They seem real enough. Fall apart between your fingers as you tear off piece by piece, before discarding it and turning your intention back to the man in front of you.

"Where is this place?"

"Somewhere I thought you'd like. I said it'd be somewhere quiet, did I not?"

"I imagined your realm to be more... hm, sinister?"

Gaunter laughs. He sets the glasses down, it's a little wobbly on the blanket, so you reach out to hold them steady. He uncorks the bottle with a satisfying pop. Wine pours in the glasses, a deep red. Each taking one of the glasses, they clink together in a silent toast, and you take a sip. The sourness quickly makes way for a deep velvet aftertaste. A moment passes. The atmosphere is calm, yet you get the sense Gaunter, who took you here, has barely hidden intentions hidden beneath the amicable surface. You shift to a more comfortable position and look out over the sea.

"I was rather surprised by your message. What made you think to invite me? Especially on a day like Valentine's?"

"It seemed only fitting to have a proper moment, just the two of us. Don't you agree?" He takes a moment. A glimmer in his eye makes you pause. "After all, it was you who took such a liking to me, in a way."

You hum, your fingers again reaching to pluck at the grass. 

He easily picks up on your discomfort. "Nothing to be embarrassed about! I'm flattered."

"Of course you are," you huff, yet you can't suppress a grin.

He takes another sip of wine, swirling it around in his glass as he regards you. His gaze pierces soul-deep. "My invitation has more  than one reason, frankly. First; I just wanted to meet you, in person. To offer you a glint of the very real powers I possess, of the possibilities I could turn into reality. And second; I'd like to tempt you."

You cock your head to the side, to tell him to keep going.

He sets down his glass, fingers walking their way over to your knee, tapping it lightly. "Who would I be not to try and make a deal with someone as delightful as you? What do you say? Any life-long wishes I could make true for you? Surely you've considered it before."

#gaunter o'dimm #gaunter o'dimm x reader #gaunter o'dimm x you #gaunter odimm #the witcher 3 fanfiction #the witcher 3 wild hunt #gaunter odimm x reader #gaunter odimm x you #the witcher 3 #witcher 3 #tw3 #meadow's writing #writing hasnt come easy the past months... it feels like my writing style is changing. very interesting! #there are a few other little pieces I've started for O'Dimm and I hope to finish those sometime soon too! #but sadly i cant promise anything; for writing is a fickle beast and we are not always good friends ;;

[ro-the-bard-writer]

His eyes burn through you like a focused beam of fire, and you feel naked before his gaze.

"Once, every few years or so," he says, tracing up your neck with the underside of his fingernails, "I enjoy watching human feelings. My favorites have been jealousy, vengeance, pain, and fear. And most fear me." He ghosts the blade's tip from your hip to your shoulderblade, and you shudder.

"You are the first I've encountered to enjoy that fear, and feel....lustful for it."

His fingers curl behind your neck to cradle your head beneath your hair. You feel the sharp tip of the dagger pushed further into your skin, and your skin; you gasp a wordless breath and move forward away from the pain. And into him.

He digs the point in deeper, and you cry out softly, leaning as far away from the blade as your chains will allow. Your chest meets his, and the side of your face brushes against his jaw. You feel his laugh in his chest before you hear it.

The actions of his hands are conflicting. The one caressing your scalp gently, a lover's touch; the other manipulates you forwards, almost stabbing, but not quite.

"I find that feeling....delicious." He says in your ear, his lips grazing your sensitive flesh with every word.

#gaunter o'dimm #x reader #fanfiction #the witcher 3 #fear play #creepy

[gauntie-o-dimm]

Gaunter O’Dimm | Headcanons {GN}

Warnings: Mentioned smut

You were invited as a guest to the wedding of Johnnus and Adela

Even though you had no date, you tried to have a good time

Basically this consisted out of drinking and even more drinking

Someone suddenly introduced himself to you as Gaunter O’Dimm

He asked you to dance with him since you seemed very lonely

Even though his dark eyes slightly intimidated you, you accepted his offer and even joked that the bottle in your hand made you feel not-too-alone

You complimented him on his flower crown

“You can have it, if you want.”

“Of course not. It looks very good on you.”

He vaguely smelled of ginger

You weren’t sure if he knew the newlyweds that well since you had never heard of him

He just smiled and said that he knew them better than they knew themselves

Actually, he was a pretty good dancer

You even wished you could have a quick tussle in the hay with him since the combination of booze and dancing around with a handsome stranger, it made your loins burn with a undeniable desire

When the night ended, he told you he had to take care of some things

You wished you could see him again soon

As if he could read your mind he leaned towards you and whispered. “Sooner than you think, (Y/n).”

Needless to say you were completely sold from then on.

#gaunter o'dimm #headcanons #the witcher #Hearts Of Stone #gaunter o dimm x reader

[meadow-selfship]

You can call me Meadow, I'm an adult over the age of 21. My main is @myers-meadow. I'm a big fan of ship and let ship, your kink is not my kink and the like.

Self-insert introduction Hadewych van Heiden, f/o Sheriff of Nottingham. Bewitched: chapter one.

Self-insert introduction for Minoes Vleerebosch, f/o Snape, Hogwarts AU.

Self-insert introduction for Minoes, f/o Gaunter, Witcher universe.

Self-indulgent September prompt fills

First meeting/Autumn weather/rainy day/museum date: Hans Gruber x s/i Ursula

Dream: George, Sheriff of Nottingham x reader/Guy of Gisbourne's wife

Magic: Hans Gruber x s/i Minoes - Temperance

Loves and f/o's:

Haarlep (Baldur's Gate 3)

Raphael (Baldur's Gate 3)

Astarion (Baldur's Gate 3)

Halsin (Baldur's Gate 3)

Azog the Defiler (The Hobbit movie trilogy)

Joker (Ledger's Joker and Arthur Fleck)

Sinclair Bryant (Close My Eyes, 1991) (📚 Out of the rain 💼)

Hans Gruber (Die Hard, 1988) (📔 Noli me tangere 🍂)

Gaunter O'Dimm (Witcher 3) (🥄 Evil's first soft touches 🌻)

Passive or past f/o's:

Severus Snape (🌙 more than the sum of ingredients 🔮)

George, Sheriff of Nottingham (Robin Hood: prince of thieves, 1991) (🥄 a heathen's 'something pure' 🤍)

Otis B Driftwood (House of 1000 Corpses) (🔪 try me out sometime 🦴)

Michael Myers (Rob Zombie's Halloween)

dividers by @/firefly-graphics

#about #pinned bios #self shipping #self shipper #self ship community #self insert community #self ship #selfshipping #fictional other #self insert #writing #imagines #📔 noli me tangere 🍂 #📚 out of the rain 💼 #🥄 a heathen's 'something pure' 🤍 #🌙 more than the sum of ingredients 🔮 #🥄 Evil's first soft touches 🌻 #🔪 try me out sometime 🦴

[witcherfic]

GaunterODimm September 13, 2020 at 07:38AM

by GaunterODimm

A collection of HC's about The Witcher 3

Words: 981, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Gaunter O'Dimm

Relationships: Gaunter O'Dimm/Reader

Additional Tags: headcanons, Updating weekly, Hearts of Stone (The Witcher 3 DLC), Fluff and Smut, Mentions of Sex, More tags to follow as the work updates

#witcher #witcher fic #fic recs #ao3feed

[myers-meadow]

Gaunter O'Dimm x reader headcanons

Warnings: mention of sex. Sfw. Enjoy!!

he finds swearing/cursing rude and doesnt use cursewords lightly

if you're struggling with something, like opening a jar, he just stands and watches you. He only helps when you specifically ask for it.

I dont hc him as toxic in a relationship, but if he is, it's bc he keeps score too much. He won't let things go and doesn't forgive easily (or at all).

sometimes he'll be floating around in tailer's sit, just hanging out with you <3

there will be times when you miss him, as there isn't really a way to contact him.

you wake up with sweet little notes on your nightstand or on the kitchen table though! It feels as if he can tell when you miss him.

he knows no shame about sex at all, and wouldn't really understand if you get embarrassed. He's seen all of humanity's desires, and to him, there's nothing strange about any of it.

he judges people by their own cultural norms, most of the time. For example Marlene, who refused Gaunter disguised as a beggar food, while it was custom to give a beggar food when they came to your door. This is part of why he considers himself 'fair'.

his deep curiosity for humans and their inner workings, translate over to you too, at times growing from innocent fascination to obsession.

if you come home to him, he's always interested to hear about your day, even when you're tired, complaining or cynical. Once you got the day you had out of your system, he cheers you up in a way that's uniquely him: card games, an adventure or he spoils you in the bedroom.

there are rarely any arguments between the two of you, as he knows your intentions and communication is one of his strong suits.

he encourages you to tell him anything you desire or wish for - but says you shouldn't tell anyone else.

even within your relationship, he thinks nothing comes for free. The wishes he grants for you - if you even want him to grant you any - come for a price that isn't your soul.

what he doesn't tell you, though, is that you do so much for him already by just being you and being his sweetheart, that he gladly helps you out in subtle, barely perceptable ways. Just had a lucky day? Found some coin on the ground? You could've sworn you were out of apples, but there are two in the basket? That may be his doing, but he won't tell you.

all in all, you two make each other happy, even if the relationship is somewhat unconventional at times. The joy it is to have him in your life more than makes up for it <3.

#gaunter o'dimm #gaunter o'dimm x reader #the witcher 3 #the witcher 3: wild hunt #the witcher x reader #the witcher

[myers-meadow]

Meadow's Masterlist for Otis B. Driftwood, Gaunter O'Dimm and more

My list of works is growing and growing, so I split my masterlist up. Here is the list for the fics I've written for The Witcher 3, Otis B. Driftwood, Jason Voorhees, Moon Knight, Hellboy and The Conjuring franchise. Created and last updated on 29-04-2023. All my writing, even the shorter pieces that don't go onto AO3, are reblogged over at @myers-meadow-archive for ease of keeping track and archival purposes.

The link to my list for my other masterlist with Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, the Sinclair brothers and The Grabber is here.

The links are in order of fandom, the newest writings are at the top.

Reblogging my writing is very much appreciated, but reposting it, on any site, is plagiarism.

Gaunter O'Dimm

relationship headcanons (sfw)

multichapter (completed, nsfw) (AO3)

oneshots (nsfw) (AO3)

Otis B. Driftwood

Heaven help the fool who falls in love (18 +, oneshot)

A muse for him and him alone (heed warnings, multichap)

Gn reader: Knocking on a stranger's door (sfw, alternate beginning to Sweet thing)

Fem reader: Sweet thing/forgotten hot cocoa (mild smut, oneshot)

New Year's (drabble, sfw)

Gn reader: Late Night Visit (to the Firefly House), (sfw, oneshot).

Dating headcanons

Slow burn Otis Driftwood x OC in an AU shared with @immortal-velociraptor and @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better. Chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five, chapter 6.1, chapter 6.2.

Other horror characters/Multiple fandoms

Valak x reader, Ed Warren x reader: Serpent Tongue (dark, 18 + heed warnings, oneshot)

Jason Voorhees x reader: A Strawberry Summer (fluff, sfw, oneshot).

Slashers and their favourite flowers headcannon list

Notes from your slasher S/O

Other fandoms

Nuada Silverlance from Hellboy 2 - multichapter (completed)

King Radovid and Geralt of Rivia oneshots

Moon boys and Arthur Harrow x OCs: Chapter one.

Dividers made by me; Knight Daniel Ridgway's Women Washing Clothes by a Stream and Claude Monet's The Artist's Garden at Vétheuil.

#meadow's writing #otis driftwood #otis b driftwood #otis driftwood x reader #otis b driftwood x reader #slasher fandom #gaunter o'dimm #gaunter o'dimm x reader #the witcher 3 #the witcher 3 wild hunt #masterlist

[myers-meadow]

Gaunter spanking you with one of his wooden spoons ;;;;;;;;

#gaunter o'dimm #Gaunter o'dimm x reader

[myers-meadow]

Meadow's Masterlist

My list of works is growing and growing, so here is a masterlist. Last updated on 18-04-2023. All my writing, even the shorter pieces that don't go onto AO3, are reblogged over at @myers-meadow-archive for ease of keeping track and archival purposes.

The links are in order of fandom, the newest writings are at the top.

Reblogging my writing is very much appreciated, but reposting it, on any site, is plagiarism.

My AO3

Otis B. Driftwood

A muse for him and him alone (heed warnings, multichap)

Gn reader: Knocking on a stranger's door (sfw, alternate beginning to Sweet thing)

Fem reader: Sweet thing/forgotten hot cocoa (mild smut, oneshot)

New Year's (drabble, sfw)

Gn reader: Late Night Visit (to the Firefly House), (sfw, oneshot).

Dating headcanons

Slow burn Otis Driftwood x OC in an AU shared with @immortal-velociraptor and @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better. Chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five, chapter 6.1, chapter 6.2.

Moon Boys/Arthur Harrow

Moon boys and Arthur Harrow x OCs: Chapter one.

The Grabber

Eggs for breakfast (request)

The Grabber x Max's girlfriend: The rhythm of life (heed warnings, one-shot).

Punishment (18 +, heed warnings, drabble)

Birthday headcanons

Male reader headcanons (request, sfw)

Request masochist reader (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Helpful people get rewarded (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Request for apprentice reader (sfw)

Sinclair brothers

Bo Sinclair x reader: Planetarium. (angst, comfort, sfw, oneshot)

Multi-chapter fic Vincent x OC x Bo/Poly Sinclairs. The Ambrose Summer Vacation. Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. (ongoing, 18 +)

Vincent Sinclair x gn reader: art and comfort request.

Bo Sinclair x fem OC: Sweet treat. (18 +, oneshot)

Ambrose Boba Tea Shop AU Vincent/Mango boba; Lester/Black milk tea

Vincent x you/female reader x Bo Drabble

Michael Myers

Feeding him by accident (sfw, oneshot)

Sunday roast (sfw, oneshot)

With s/o who likes being picked up (request, headcanons)

RZ Michael Myers x female therapist: New urge (heed warnings, oneshot, 18 +)

Wrapped with a ribbon (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Through lace curtains. (18 +, drabble)

Valentine's Day in Smiths Grove (sfw, oneshot)

Care for me, 18 +, heed the warnings for each chapter. part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5 (final)

Stargazing (fluff, sfw, oneshot)

Untitled fluff (sfw, oneshot)

Shapes on his skin (fluff, sfw, oneshot)

Floral and fading (smut, oneshot)

Priest! Michael Myers (RZ) 18 + heed warnings

Thomas Hewitt

Letter by letter (sfw, oneshot)

Musings of Luda Mae (Sfw)

Kiss your boyfriend (dark, oneshot)

Safe with him (dark, spiritual sequel to Kiss Your Boyfriend, drabble)

Other horror characters/Multiple fandoms

Valak x reader, Ed Warren x reader: Serpent Tongue (dark, 18 + heed warnings, oneshot)

Jason Voorhees x reader: A Strawberry Summer (fluff, sfw, oneshot).

Slashers and their favourite flowers headcannon list

Notes from your slasher S/O

Other fandoms

Gaunter O'Dimm from The Witcher 3 - multichapter (completed), oneshots

Nuada Silverlance from Hellboy 2 - multichapter (completed)

King Radovid and Geralt of Rivia oneshots

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics

#masterlist #writing masterlist #meadow's writing #michael myers #house of wax #slashers #halloween #slasher community #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #rz michael myers #the grabber #albert shaw #the black phone #house of wax (2005) #lester sinclair #house of wax 2005 #vincent sinclair x reader #house of wax fanfic #lester sinclair x reader #house of wax imagine #rz halloween #slasher x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #bo x oc x vincent #poly sinclair #poly sinclairs #bo sinclair x oc x vincent sinclair #michael myers x reader #rz michael myers x reader

[ro-the-bard-writer]

*TW VIOLENCE AND NONCONSENT THEME, MENTION OF R*PE, BONDAGE

The man's screams drag you back to consciousness like a firm icy hand.

"Please, I don't want to die!" He shrieks.

But HE is there, holding the struggling man by the throat. The devil meets your gaze and his lips widen in an evil smile. "Say goodbye." He tells the man, and stabs his chest with a dagger you hadn't seen him holding. The man looks at you as he dies; you can feel his desperation as his blood covers the ground around him.

You try to pull against the chains holding you upright, but your arms are stretched so high that you are on your toes already, stumbling if you move.

He approaches you now, and your breath quickens. You see his feet stop in front of you - too close. A hand weaves its way into your hair, gently but firmly pulling your head up.

You shut your eyes tightly, waiting for pain. It never comes.

"Look at me." He commands softly. His hand shifts from your hair to hold your neck under your chin. You open your eyes to see his face. His eyes are dark, and filled with some feeling you can't place, but it's clear he enjoys what he is doing.

"Are you going to kill me too?" The words spring from your lips before you can stop them. That deep, dark laugh again, but softer.

"Do you know why he had to die?" He asks, tracing the dagger up the bare skin of your trembling leg; hard enough to leave a scratch but not enough to cut. It's still warm, and you can't look down, you can't.

You shake your head. Your eyes have locked on his and refuse to look away. He brushes the tears from your cheek with his thumb as he regards you thoughtfully.

"He was a wicked man." He whispers, tracing the tear trail down your face; he followed it with his eyes. "He raped and murdered so many women. But the reason he had to die..."

His eyes meet yours sharply and you draw in a bated breath.

"He made a deal, and refused to keep his end of it." He says. "I can't abide someone who goes back on their word."

"Why am I here?" You ask, looking up at the chains. "Why did you make me watch?"

He steps back, and walks around you slowly, trailing the dagger around your waist with just enough force that you can feel its point scratching you.

"You are here because you want to be here." He says close to your ear. You feel the oh-so-sharp point of the dagger being pressed into your lower back, and slowly slicing its way upward; the fabric of your shirt gives way, and falls to the sides.

He abruptly turns your head, and his face is almost touching yours. His eyes burn through you, and his knife on your bare skin makes you tremble.

"I made you watch so you can describe to others what happens when someone crosses me." He leans in ever closer, and his lips graze your neck as he speaks...lower. He is not quieter, but his voice is as low as the pits of the void and it steals your breath. "And I wondered," He says, wrapping those slim fingers around your neck just as you've imagined in your dreams since the first time it happened.

"I've wondered how just how far your excitement at fear would take you."

It's too much at once, and you *will* your lips not to betray you. The sharpness against your bare skin, and his heated words and breath at your neck. The excitement of not being able to stop him, not that you could to begin with. Not being able to run...

"I've wondered," He says again into the place where your neck meets your shoulder. "And you do not disappoint. It's not often my talents are...appreciated."

His hand around your throat tightens ever so slightly, and his teeth graze the delicate skin of your neck while his lips ghost around them, caressing you.

And then you hear your own voice utter, "Please," You can feel his lips curl into a smile against your skin.

"This will not be our last encounter." He says into your ear. "I assure you of that."

#gaunter o'dimm #x reader #fanfiction #the witcher 3 #creepy #fear play

[ro-the-bard-writer]

You are lost in the space between the delicious pain of his teeth on your neck, and edge of the blade pressed to your back. You briefly wonder what he wants with you, why you?

"Please," Your voice says again breathlessly, and you feel him laugh into your skin. Your feet slip, and you are momentarily suspended by your wrists, swaying as you hang there, unable to find the ground with your feet.

His hand moves from your neck to your waist, and he twists you around to face him while you dangle there like a marionette. His smile is darkness, and it burns you as he steps in closer....too close. The tips of your toes finally come to rest on his boots, and you struggle to stay balanced there.

"Do you know how fast your heart is beating?" He asks. His hand meets the bare skin of your back, and you shudder; you almost fall. "I can hear it calling out what you won't say."

"Please let me down." You whisper. You barely hear yourself over the blood pounding in your ears.

His hand finds your hair, and pulls your head backward, and your feet try so very hard to stay beneath you. "Is that really what you want?" His voice asks softly. His face is oh-so-close to yours, and he carries the delicious, enveloping scent of a wood fire.

"What are you going to do to me?" Your question is a whisper that seems to echo in the silence. "What do you want?"

He laughs quietly in that deep, sinful tone, and releases your hair. You feel the sharp scratch of the dagger across your shoulder blades, and your shirt falls to the ground.

"Why is it," he asks, tracing your trembling spine with the sharp point of the blade. "That you assume I am not already doing what I want with you?"

#gaunter o'dimm #x reader #fanfiction #the witcher 3 #creepy #fear play

[gauntie-o-dimm]

Gaunter O’Dimm | Fate

Prompt: “I never want to see you again.” Word count: 2600+ Warnings: Smut, swearing, soul-selling

Fan-fucking-tastic, this entire event. After helping Geralt out with fighting the Toad (-Prince! Olgierd hadn't mentioned that shit!) we found ourselves trapped on a ship to what seemed like Ofir, at least, according to the man that was imprisoned with us. He could speak a small word of their language. His name was Phelippe Calagrande and made for some interesting company, telling stories about Oxenfurt, which did not really interest me to be honest, but it was something to listen to on the way.

The thing that bothered me most about this capture honestly, was that I had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sure, I helped out Geralt to attempt killing the toad, but the original plan had been that I'd been long gone before this so cursed prince came out to fight. Things turned out differently, causing me to be taken prisoner alongside the Witcher, on our way to our death. All could have been prevented, but something seemed to have meddled in our affairs... At least Shani had managed to get away. 'Is there someone else around here who can speak Common?' I asked as I became bored of Phelippe's endless rant about how he "knew the city better than his own breeches". Geralt was asleep, and I just wanted to talk to someone else. 'No offense, Mr Calagrande, but I want to hear another voice for once.' 'Like mine?' An all too familiar voice made the hairs of my neck stand on end. No, he couldn't be... I didn't dare turn my head to face him, but his looming presence told me he really was there. 'Did you miss me, (Y/n)?' 'I thought we agreed upon you not coming to look for me again.' I could simply feel him smirking at me. 'No, you said it, but I never agreed. And when there is no contract signed about that, then I do not have to keep track of any desire of yours.' Just now I had enough courage to look at him. He was smugly standing there, his features just lit up enough to be recognizable - and handsome - I shook my head to shake the thought away. 'Remember what I told you? I still have the contract for you.' Gaunter O'Dimm waved his hand, a piece of parchment appearing in his fingers alongside a quill. 'You know the deal. I will leave you alone for the rest of your life, but when you die, you and I will be ever reunited.' I stared at my bare feet, biting my lip. 'I know you simply can not stay away from me, (Y/n).' 'Excuse me?' I turned my head to him, sincerely offended. 'You're the one that keeps pursuing me !' He let out a low chuckle, a small shake of his head accompanying the sound. 'Then I just have to call you delusional, sweetheart.' I felt my heart drop in my chest. 'Why do we just keep stumbling into each other, then?' Rubbing my eyes, I let out a sigh. 'If I believed in it, I would say it is fate. But then, I am not someone for things like that.' 'You are just doing it on purpose, aren't you?' 'Hm?' 'You're so fucking omniscient, you knew where I am at all times, and whoops, it's fucking fate! You can't fool me, Gaunter.' He put up his hands in a defensive manner, stepping closer. 'You are acting as if I mean nothing to you.' 'You don't.' 'Not only delusional, but a liar too. And still, I choose to spend my valuable time with you.' 'For you, time is not valuable. You can stop it at any time.' He grinned. 'Well, you got me there, (Y/n).' I stood up to my feet when he suddenly appeared on my side of the cell. 'Can they hear you?' I gestured towards the two men next to me. Gaunter raised an eyebrow. 'I am not one for slip-ups, (Y/n).' He halted when he was about an inch away - and I did for some reason not back off. His breath on my face was just enthralling to me... I had to fight the urge to reach for him. And his familiar scent, it was enough to make my knees weak. 'I am omniscient after all, and I know the desires of your heart. You can lie to yourself, but you can't lie to me.' I thickly swallowed, looking down a bit. 'I know what me being so close is doing to you...' He gently put his hand on my cheek, stroking it, '...How much you want to give in.' Feeling embarrassed, I wanted to both turn away and stand in place. I did the latter, my gaze fluttering up to meet his. My lips slightly parted, wanting to say something, but it was as if he had put a spell on me. 'I can hear your heart beating.' he whispered, his hand sliding down towards my neck, collarbone, resting on my heart for a moment before he cupped my breast. 'Your blood pressure is rising. Hm, would you smell that... Aroused already, (Y/n)?' Just now I noticed what the pit of my stomach was doing. 'Gaunter, I...' His gaze was so intense and I wanted to- I grabbed his collar and kissed him.

He barely reacted and after a few seconds, I pulled back. 'You what?' he grinned. 'I want you.' 'I know.' He pressed his mouth to mine again, exploring it with his tongue like it had many times before. I let out a small hum, sounding desperate for him. He was right. He was so. fucking. right. I had craved him, longed for his touch on lonely nights, and part of me was so pissed at him for just looking on at those moments, watching me come undone on my own fingers while his name slipped past my lips instead of appearing like I always hoped-

-But I also wanted, no, wished that I was able to hate him, because I knew that he was far from human and far from good. In the end, I could get hurt, since why would he stay with me anyways? As soon as I was old and slipped into a slumber that would be forever, he would throw me with his other mortal toys in a pit full of eternal neglect. And yet here I was, breathing through him as if all I knew was how to kiss him. He would devour me one way or the other, but I would moan in pleasure on my way there.

'Why are you thinking so much?' he whispered against my lips, slipping a hand under the thin shirt I was wearing. I noticed how tightly I was pressed against him, how my fingers were gripping on his shirt like a final life line. 'I... I just...' 'Just stop stuttering and tell me what is wrong.' 'I don't know how to put it, okay? I am just afraid that... That once I am dead, that I will be a nobody to you.' Gaunter traced my mouth with his thumb, letting out a low hum. 'You really are a sweet woman, you know that?' 'Oh, why?' 'Because you think you are not the only one... But you are. You have always been.' 'No offense, Gaunter, but I don't believe that for one second.' 'Believe what you will. But you know that I can get you out of this ship.' 'Oh, I know.' I responded, 'Otherwise you wouldn't be here.'

He smirked, pressing his forehead to mine. 'You know me better than I thought. But first, I need to do something else.' He guided me backwards and I gasped as I felt the iron bars of the cell against my back. Gaunter kicked apart my legs and rubbed his thigh teasingly against my core. I deeply whimpered, much to his amusement. The Man Of Glass started kissing my neck, sucking and biting the (s/c) skin as he made quick work of getting my lower body naked. I rolled back my head as he slid his finger against my soaked folds, parting them as a moan came from my throat. He nibbled my collarbone, lowly humming as I bucked my hips against his hand. 'You needy thing.' he said, reaching for his pants to undo them. I wasn't surprised to find him completely limp - his body wouldn't be affected by pleasure until he wanted to. He raised an eyebrow at me and I immediately knew what to do. I sank to my knees, the wood painfully rubbing against my knees, but I didn't care. 'See it as a payment for helping you out.' he mused, lacing his fingers in my hair. 'Hands on your back.' I obeyed, folding them behind me as I pressed my nose against his crotch, nuzzling him. A satisfied sigh left his lips - a noise which I deemed the most delicious in the world - and I started working him with my mouth. I felt his length bob underneath my tongue as I let it lick across the base, slowly starting to become erect. I closed my eyes as he let himself slide into my mouth and I wrapped my lips around his cock, sucking him in whole. 'Fuck.' he hissed, pushing his pelvis in my face. I gagged, but resisted the urge to pull back. Looking up at him, I saw him in a state of pleasure and possessiveness. 'Yes, you naughty thing... Isn't this what you wanted?' I nodded and he saw it as his cue to start thrusting into my face at a rapid speed. He sucked in a breath as I started making noises that were too lewd to let any soul on this ship know of. After a good twenty seconds of deep-throating me, he pulled himself away from me, snot and tears running down my face as my tongue was soon back on his shaft. 'Fuck... You look so deliciously filthy right now...' I licked the strings of saliva off his throbbing member, waiting for my next order. Gaunter took my arm, hoisting me to my feet. He pressed me against the iron bars of the cell again, the feeling of the metal cold against my ass. He lifted my leg over his hip, pressing the tip of his cock against my entrance. As he entered me, the feeling of the barrier behind me painfully forced against my spine, I let out a loud whimper. The Merchant Of Mirrors just chuckled, watching me as I broke down into a mewling mess all in the same thrust. Perhaps I had needed it so bad that he could almost make me cum already - and I felt myself close around him instantly. He wasted no time, not that it mattered of course, and started fucking me. The rusty iron squeaked from the movement, my back arching into him as he moved his pelvis towards and away from me. It was soon that I could feel my juices run down my thighs and I moaned, one of my hands around his neck, the other fondling my clit. I would much rather see him fuck me in a proper bed or against a somewhat more comfortable wall, but the thought of what actually was going on around this ship made the feeling of him just fully taking me right now so much more exciting, even though we would never be caught.

'G-Gaunter, I...' 'Hm?' He increased his speed and smirked, pressing a teasing kiss to my jaw. 'What is it, darling?' How did he have this much self-control?! I let out a cry, pulling my leg closer around him. 'Can I cum?' 'Have I told you you can yet?' I lazily shook my head, my head rolled back and mouth slightly open to let out the most wanton of sobs. 'N-No...' 'Do you want it to be like in your own bed, when you are alone, huh? Do you want to make yourself cum? Come on, use those fingers of yours on that straining clit.' I increased the speed of the circles I was rubbing on it, my toes curling. I was too weak to stand, nearly falling onto the deck, but Gaunter caught me right in time. He let out a dark laugh, his pumping in me never tiring out. 'I am going to count to three, yes?' 'Ah, hurry... I-I won't last long!' 'Well, if you keep talking like that, it will only take longer. One...' 'Gaunter...' 'Two...' 'Fuck, just make me c-' 'Actually, I don't think that one counts, since you're blabbing through the moment. Let's start over again.' I could actually strangle him out of frustration right now. 'One.' I sobbed against him, wailing as he twitched inside of me. Oh, he was already having his high, and it drove me crazy. 'Two... Count with me, (Y/n). Say it.' 'T-T... Two-oh...' 'Hm, what comes after two again? Four?' He knew what he was doing and man, it made me mad. I already felt his seed leak out of my stillunsatisfied cunt. 'It's... It's three...' 'Well done, (Y/n). I hereby grant you the permission to--' I came around him, loudly moaning while holding onto his shirt for dear life, tears staining the orange fabric. I shuddered, losing all control over my own body. Gaunter just stood there, holding me in his arms. He was just so full of himself, and I of him... Quite literally, actually. As soon as my high was done, he set me on the ground, but my footing was still wobbly. Extremely calm and collected, he tucked himself back in his pants, smiling at me. 'Well, (Y/n), I must say that it was quite a fuck.' 'Will you help us out, now?' I said, still completely out of breath. I was surprised at how coarse my voice sounded. 'Of course, but first... I need something to remember you that there will be a payback for all this in the future. You have already fulfilled it, but Geralt hasn't. And trust me, I have a different plan for him.' He looked at the Witcher, who was sitting a little away, clearly sunken in thought at the moment that Gaunter had stopped the time. Without anything causing it, a nasty scar appeared on the side of the White Wolf's face. 'You can tell him that later. I want to meet him at the crossroads of Yantra at midnight.' I weakly nodded. 'Gaunter, I meant to ask you...' I whispered. 'Why me? Of all mortals, why have you chosen to interfere with me?' He smiled. 'Well, that is a secret you will never know.' I looked at him, pondering. What we were doing was just so wrong... The path I was choosing with him was so wrong. He knew everything about him, and after all of our rendez-vous, I had still no idea who he was. To him, I was one big, live contract. He was a dangerous man. Perhaps it was best to cut ties with this man before it all went wrong.

'I never want to see you again.' I tried to sound determined, but the exhaustion made my voice too shaky to be taken seriously. 'I don't even want you to find me again. It's wrong, you know.' Gaunter let out a chuckle, shaking his head. 'Ouch, after that great orgasm I just gave you?' He pretended to be hurt for a moment. 'Oh, (Y/n). You know that something will keep bringing us together. Whatever you say, you know that we will eventually meet again.' I rolled my eyes, reaching for my undergarments. His dark eyes lingered on my body, bottom lip slipping in between his teeth. 'I will see you later, dear.'

Of course. Of course he'd come back. He was a man of his word after all.

'Wait.' I could sense him smirking. He looked over his shoulder, a pompous grin on his features. 'Yes?' I was silent for a moment before biting my lip, daring to ask the question.

'That contract... Where do I sign?'

#gaunter o'dimm #smut #x reader #the witcher #witcher x reader #hearts of stone #moans of Temeria

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Gaunter & Olgierd | Innocence Lost

(I couldn’t find any GIFs of Gaunter and Olgierd together. So I picked this one - Olgierd is kind of in this picture too :,))

Prompt: “Thing is, I might not be the only one that loves you.” Word count: 3600+ Warnings: Smut, swearing, threesome

The air was cold as I knocked upon the door of the Von Everec Estate, causing me to shiver. Patiently I awaited it to open, music emerging from the other side. With creaking hinges it opened for me, a lady that I'd seen before standing in the door frame. 'Whaddaya want?' I clenched the basket with wine bottles tighter into my hands. 'Mister von Everec summoned me.' 'Let her in, Adela.' I swallowed at the sound of the voice of Olgierd von Everec. I had always found the man intimidating, yet he asked to see me every now and then. Claimed I was the best sommelier in all of the continent, even though I did inherit the vineyard from my father and did nothing of the wine-making myself. Hesitantly, I stepped inside, feeling the warmth of the room come towards me immediately. Some sort of party was going on, like often, and Olgierd gestured me to follow him upstairs, his bedroom, the only place in the Estate where we could find a moment of peace.

'I brought a well-aged bottle of Signon, one bottle of fairly young Kalcava Rouge which has a fruity after taste and a robust Gugulet.' Olgierd sat down at his desk, eyeing me with interest. 'All self-produced?' ' As usual.' I placed the basket in front of him, making him reach out and inspect the contents.

'You're a sweet girl, (Y/n).' Olgierd spoke, smiling sincerely as he took two cups from the drawer, pouring both of us a bit of Signon. I blushed a bit, bowing my head. 'Tell me, how's Geralt? Still a regular customer?' 'Naturally.' The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. My gaze involuntary wandered over the scar on the side of his head.

The redhead handed me one of the goblets, clinking his against it before taking a swig. His eyelids fluttered shut and he hummed lowly, letting the taste spread through his mouth. 'What do you think of it, sir?' He looked at me bemused. 'It's perfect. Just like you.' My cheeks were set aflame. 'You flatter me, sir.' I spoke softly, letting my gaze fall to the floor. A chuckle filled the room as the man stood up, placing the cup down. 'How much will it cost me?' I smiled a bit at his question. 'Ah, we could do thirty for each bottle.' I gazed down to take my coin pouch from my belt, opening it so I could receive the pay.

Moving to stand in front of me, I felt his hand upon my cheek, thumb grazing my jaw. I looked up with a bewildered expression, not sure what he was doing. 'I am so glad you could come over. That party downstairs had started to become a bore.' 'M-Mister von Everec, I-I think I should leave.' I already reached for my basket, but he took my wrist gently. 'You're a beautiful girl, (Y/n)...' 'Sir, I need to attend business. If there's anything else you need, you know where to find me.' My voice nearly broke as I tried to free my arm, yet it was to no avail. 'Shut up.' Olgierd murmured, leaning down to press his mouth against mine. There I stood for a few moments, completely frozen. I didn't move, eyes wide open as I was completely surrendered to his graces. After a second or ten, he pulled back, resting his forehead against mine. 'Hm, just as I imagined they would taste like. Forgive me for being so bold.'

I blinked a confusedly, stopping my attempts to run. Something inside me said that I in fact could not run anymore. 'Sir, I don't know what you see in me, but I am just a girl from a viney--...' 'It's Olgierd, I told you many times. And no, you're not some ordinary girl to me. Ever since I met you whilst you were helping alongside Geralt, fulfilling those wishes, I realized something.' I felt my breath hitch in my throat as his gaze flickered to my lips.

'I have fallen for you.' 'What about your wife?' I instantly asked without thinking twice. 'She has been long gone, you know that. I need to move on. Fuck, I am lonely.' I tore myself from mhis grip, trying to process what has happened. 'Is this a confession?' Olgierd gave me a grin, brow furrowing. 'Perhaps it is.' he muttered, straightening his back.

'Thing is, I might be not the only one that loves you.' I frowned, looking at Olgierd with a confused face. 'Someone else that was part of this pact has taken a rather... Particular interest in you as well.' From behind one of the pillars, I saw him emerge, hands folded in front of him, that one devilish smirk on his face. My stomach fluttered oddly as I looked at both men. 'Hello, (Y/n).' Gaunter mused, smiling.

'I don't know what you mean with that, Olgierd. What possible interest could this man have in me?' I asked, not greeting back the balding man in front of me. 'Oh, don't act so innocent, dear (Y/n).' Gaunter sighed, reaching out to stroke my cheek softly. 'Look at her.' Olgierd cooed, letting out a light laugh, 'She looks so adorable with those big doe eyes.'

I took a step back, shaking my head. 'Please, gentlemen, I don't know why you wanted me here and why you both are acting like I am some kind of goddess, which I am clearly not!' Gaunter chuckled darkly. 'Guess she is more innocent than we expected.' 'What do you mean for heavens sake?' I cried out, running my hands through my (h/c) hair frustrated. 'What we mean, sweet (Y/n)...' Olgierd said, striding around me, halting behind my back. I jumped as I felt a pair of hands on my hips, pulling me closer. I gasped as I bumped into Olgierd's chest, a hard bulge pressing against my butt. 'That we both... want... you. We're just going to share.'

He brushed a strand of hair from my neck, kissing the skin lightly. I shivered, my palms resting on his forearms. I watched as Gaunter took my chin in his large hand, tugging down my bottom lip with his thumb. 'For how long I have imagined slipping my cock into that warm little mouth of yours...' Before I could respond, he leaned in, kissing me for a second. There I stood, absolutely baffled as he pulled back. 'Such beauty...' Olgierd chuckled. 'Look at her face, isn't she lovely?' 'Tell me something, Olgierd von Everec. We are in luck that (Y/n) has two holes. Three, if you count the mouth.'

I felt a hand on my ass, pulling up my skirt. A yelp left me before Olgierd pressed his face into my hair. 'Hush, (Y/n). It is all good now.' 'We are going to give you a good time, trust us.' Gaunter muttered, studying my face with darkened eyes. I felt that Olgierd pushed aside my panties, prodding a long, ringed finger against my rosy folds. I couldn't suppress a moan and my knees immediately gave up underneath me from the sudden, unexpected friction. I wanted to fight, but I couldn't. 'We have her bucking already.' Olgierd laughed, crouching down to help me up.

'No, hold her that way.' Gaunter said, smirking as he unzipped his pants. From his loincloth, he took his manhood, that was standing up straight and proudly. 'I have a little treat for you, (Y/n). Want to have a taste?' I swallowed thickly, looking at his length, that was erect and glistening with pre-cum. My stomach tightened, in a good way. Somehow, the Man of Glass had noticed the change in my expression, for he chuckled. 'Oh, see that? You like that, don't you?' He stroked himself a few times, a lewd sound coming from the friction. I couldn't fight the instinct that I had to run anymore, I had to give in. With a sound, I took his shaft between my lips, sucking on it firmly. 'Oh, fuck. Yes, (Y/n)...'

Slowly, I started to bob my head up and down, taking in his full length until the base, gagging as the tip hit the back of my throat. Olgierd had slipped his finger into me as he sat crouched down next to my trembling being, pumping his finger up and down in an agonizingly slow way. I closed my eyes, humming lowly as Von Everec's ragged breath was heavy in my ears. 'Such a delicious little slut...' he sighed, his free hand running through my hair as Gaunter was grunting and panting, fucking my face by moving his hips. My eyes watered as I lacked oxygen, desperately attempting to inhale some air in between Gaunter's thrusts, yet he only seemed to speed up.

My hand pressed against his hip, wanting to push him away, yet his hand clawed into my hair, keeping me in place. Snot and tears ran down my face as the Man of Glass kept on rolling his pelvis into me, my jaws hurting as my nose became irritated by the patch of pubic hair that brushed my nose with every pound. For a moment I really thought I would pass out, but then Gaunter removed his length from the depths of my throat, making me gasp and nearly topple over for air. Strings of saliva still connected me to his member as his eyes gazed at me intensely, a smirk on his face. 'For someone as innocent as her, she sucks cock pretty well.' He grabbed the bottom of my dress, pulling it up a bit so I could wipe my face dry. Olgierd let out a chuckle as he removed his fingers from me and I winced at the feeling of it. His skin glistened with my arousal, and fuck, I hated it that I felt aroused. A pang of guilt went through me as I imagined the disappointment from my mother who was looking down at me right now from above. It was almost as if I could see her shaking her head. (Y/n), I didn't raise you like this. You're one of them whores at the Passiflora. You are not my daughter anymore.  

I barely had the chance to regain my lost minutes of oxygen as Gaunter pulled me up to my feet, legs trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. 'Look at that, what a fucking mess... Imagine what she will look like after we're done with her.' The leader of the Wild Ones circled me, hand on my waist, roaming up to the neckline of my dress. I closed my eyes, not daring to meet his intense gaze. With a swift movement, he ripped off the fabric until my breasts were popping out. Shamefully hard were my nipples at that moment, making Olgierd smirk.

'Delicious, like ripe cherries begging to be eaten.' Olgierd took my left breast, starting to suck on it firmly. Now the right side was still exposed, Gaunter latched his mouth until the other, teeth grazing against the tout bud. I lightly moaned, blushing as they looked at me with amused glances, my hands both resting on the back of their heads. I bit my lip as their tongues continued to play with me, soft sounds leaving my throat as they seemed to enjoy it a lot. Suddenly I felt a hand graze against my thigh, I wasn't sure to which one of the men it belonged until I felt a few rings on the fingers, implying that it was in fact the leader of the Wild Ones that was slowly starting to remove my knickers, plunging a finger into me yet again.

I gasped, letting out a small moan as Gaunter let my nipple go with a pop, standing up straight to kiss me. I closed my eyes, enjoying how much warmth came from this man, demon, djinn, I didn't even know what he was, but hell, I was sure what he was doing to me. Feeling a push against my pelvis, I stepped back until I hit the side of the large bed that was located in the room. I sat down, still not wanting Gaunter to break the kiss. Olgierd pushed up my legs, removing my underwear expertly. 'She's soaked...' He dragged his fingers across my folds and I moaned into Gaunter's mouth, his tongue massaging mine for a few seconds before pulling back and facing what Olgierd had just revealed.

'Bloody hell.' the balding man hissed. 'She looks so tight, I am not sure she could fit the both of us up that cunt.' 'She is moist, though. Dripping... I can't wait to fuck that tight pussy.' Olgierd mumbled. Gaunter smirked. 'Let me go first, you really should feel how her blowjobs are.'

Being pushed onto the bed I was, Gaunter grabbing a hold of my thighs. He pulled them over his hips, the shaft of his throbbing cock aligning with my entrance. He didn't push in just yet, only stroked teasingly across the rosy labia which were burning with anticipation. I had sex before, but I was terrified of what he would feel like inside me. I might've imagined having sex with this man once or twice, for could you blame me for being turned on by his intimidating and authoritative nature, but I never dared to dream that it would really be happening one day. As I looked to the side, I saw Olgierd strip down, his manhood standing up straight as well. He moved to crawl onto the bed and straddled my face, inserting his cock into my mouth.

'So warm...' I let out a moan as Gaunter guided himself into me, walls immediately tightening around him. 'Is she still a virgin? Her cunt is so fucking tight...' he muttered, not giving me the chance to adjust to his size. He didn't waste any time and began pounding into me relentlessly and I moaned out loud, thankful that the music downstairs was still going on fine. Olgierd started to roll his hips as well, grunting as he fucked my face. Yet again my eyes began to water. His scrotum hit my chin uncomfortably and his weight felt heavy on me, veins throbbing against my tongue. 'Fuck, (Y/n), just like that.' he hissed, grabbing my hair tightly, almost restraining me from breathing properly. Tears ran down my face and I resisted the urge to gag as he slid in his length way deeper than I expected him to. And the feeling between my legs combined with this... I cursed myself for enjoying this.

Gaunter rested his hand on my hip, pulling me closer, causing Olgierd to nearly topple over me. The redhead let out a chuckle, re-positioning himself before continuing the pace that he had before. The back of my throat was sore already. Moans were unable to escape me, even though the feeling of the Man of Glass pounding me had me trembling and gasping for more. I placed a hand on Olgierd's abdomen, pushing gently to make him shift. For a moment, his gaze flickered worriedly over my face, scanning for any sign of pain or regret. He pulled himself out of my mouth and I gasped, arching my back the second he let his body slip from mine. I gasped for both oxygen and more of the feeling of Gaunter fastening his thrusts. I shuddered, freely letting out the whines that I could let out now.

'Make some room.' Olgierd ordered, causing Gaunter to let himself slip out of me. I winced at the removal and felt cold immediately. '(Y/n), stand up please.' Olgierd instructed and I did as he said, arising with weak knees. Gaunter laid down on the bed, jerking off his length a few times before beckoning me to come sit on his lap, facing him. I obeyed once again, straddling his legs as I slowly eased myself down onto him. Gaunter hissed as he slid in completely, the sound of my glistening skin pressing against his making me eager for more. Behind me, I felt Olgierd get onto the bed, a pair of strong hands taking a hold of my hips. 'This might hurt a bit.' he warned, pressing a kiss against the small of my back before carefully spreading my ass, letting a string of his saliva lube up the entrance. He leaned down a moment, letting his tongue glide against it. I let out a moan, biting on my lip. I was taken aback by how lewd it sounded.

Gaunter smiled, brushing a hair of (h/c) from my face. 'Fuck, if you just keep looking like that I might orgasm right away.' he whispered, his hand cupping my cheek. I shut my eyes tightly as I felt Olgierd pressing the tip of his penis into my ass, a searing pain shooting through my body. 'Calm down, (Y/n). It will ease.' Gaunter muttered, leaning up to kiss me softly. I was surprised by how gently he caressed me right now, whilst Olgierd filled me from behind inch by inch.

When I had adjusted completely to his full size, he leaned down. 'Are you alright, (Y/n)?' I nodded, smiling softly as Gaunter started moving his hips into me. The same feeling as before caused my stomach to clench together immediately, but an orgasm was not there just yet. I threw back my head, moaning loudly. The feeling of both men doing this to me filled me with a desire I had never felt before. Something in this moment told me that this would not be the only time this would happen. I was positive that another meeting would be arranged shortly after this session.

Gaunter sucked on one of my nipples, his hands holding my body in place as he fucked me with a rough pace, his sweaty skin on mine making a lewd sound. His eyes were darker than ever, my entire being trembling with anticipation at the sight of him. The feeling of Olgierd's balls slapping against my butt with each thrust made it even better; Even though it had been slightly painful at first, I had gotten used to it within the minute and I liked it more than was acceptable to admit.

I felt my walls tighten, the familiar feeling of an orgasm building up between my legs and in my belly. I simply forgot how to breathe, the entire sensation of the two men pounding into me at a immense rate making me light in the head. The sounds of their groans and grunts resonated through my skull, making me a bit drowsy. 'Fuck, shit, fuck.' Gaunter suddenly uttered, his hands tightening around my waist. 'I am going to cum so hard...'

As a warm load suddenly filled me, I sighed deeply, making sure that I was in fact not collapsing on top of him. After a few thrusts his high finished and he removed his now-limp length from me, only to replace it with his fingers. He rammed them into me at the same pace Olgierd was stimulating me from behind. Said man had tightened his fingers on my hips, moving them to my ass to squeeze it firmly. 'There we go...' he grunted, thrusting into me one more final time before releasing his load into my depths. Gaunter kept fingering me as my entire body felt warm and on the verge of a climax. As his finger grazed against my g-spot, he pushed me over the edge.

My eyes rolled back into my skull and I moaned loudly, squirting all over Gaunter's naked body and the bed. 'That is one hell of a mess.' Olgierd laughed aloud, letting himself slip out of me. Even though the removal was painful, my high was still going on. My body finally gave up and I let myself collapse, still needy for air and more stimulation. Olgierd brushed his hand against my clitoris for a few moments until both men were sure that my orgasm was finally over. Even though I hadn't caught up to the lost amount of oxygen yet, Gaunter pressed a kiss to my lips.

'Lovely.' he mumbled, gently pushing me off him before standing up. 'Luckily for you Olgierd, you have a few servants that can clean up that... Soaked mess of a blanket.' Olgierd laughed as he stood next to Gaunter, both of them turning to me to admire me, a panting, heavily sweaty mess.

'Next week we will be in need of some more Signon again, (Y/n).' Olgierd spoke, smiling a bit. Gaunter hummed, reaching for his underwear. 'Good to know, I might just drop by.' the near-bald man spoke. I brushed some hair from my face, looking at them. 'Next week you say? You sure didn't mean in two days?' I gave the redhead a smirk. A loud chuckle came from him as his gaze flickered over my naked form. 'You might just be right. I should return downstairs now. People are probably asking where the man of the house went.' I watched them both dress, not saying a word, nor did I move, for my body felt too weak and sore to get into action at the moment. Gaunter was the first man to finish putting on his clothes, walking over and leaning down to kiss me for a moment. 'See you next week... Or in two days.' No answer left my lips, I simply stared at him as he vanished in thin air. Olgierd finished as well, striding over to me, pressing his lips to my forehead. 'You are invited to come downstairs, though I doubt it you can walk right now.' I bit on my bottom lip, watching as he walked towards the door, a slight limp in his step. Leaving me behind, he went back to the party. I finally came to my senses now that I was alone and cooled down, realizing that I was not the pure farm girl that I once was. Even though it might mean earning the disapproval of my mother looking at me from above, it would be worth coming back here time and time again.

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[gauntie-o-dimm]

Gaunter O’Dimm | Possessive

Prompt: "Why won't you kiss me already?"

Word count: 3200+ Warnings: Smut, swearing, (forced voyeurism? Is that a thing?)

'Aye, lass, pass me another beer.' I did as the man asked, handing him another full tankard as I swirled across The Alchemy. The mugs on my tray wobbled dangerously, but I was graceful, much to the customer's amusement. I felt some of them gawk at me, their eyes glued to my curves that were hugged tightly by my dress or simply by my beauty, as my friend that happened to drop by every now and then would tell me often. 'Your drinks, lads!' I chimed as I put my tray down on top of a table, waiting for them to take their tankards before I took off again, empty plate in hand towards the bar, proceeding to fetch the soup a few people had ordered a minute ago. Vinnie, the cook, leaned over the counter, his voice decreasing to a whisper as he put full bowls on my tray. 'See that man over there, (Y/n)?' I followed his gaze to the other side of the room, a man with angry looking eyes and a long, scruffy beard around his chin. His hair reached until his shoulders and he looked at us tauntingly. 'That man is captain Blackeye of the Dark Orchid. Heard some scary stories about him and what he did to inns around the lands. Better serve him well, give an extra sway of your hips or something, anything to please him. We better not get him on our nerves, you know.' I nodded, fear starting to grow in the pit of my stomach. 'He is a dangerous man, no?' Vinnie bit on his lip, his brown eyes shooting between me and the pirate. 'Let us just stay safe and be sure we are on his good side. Who knows what he might do to this place if something goes wrong.' Again I nodded, taking the plate with soup from the counter. 'Good luck, girl.' I took a deep breath and strode over towards the man, who was gazing up at me with expectant eyes. 'Ah, finally, I was starting to doubt this tavern's service. Took you long enough, lass. Perhaps you should get off that pretty ass of yours and actually walk around some more! Might get you a few nice tips, even!' A few pirates laughed in response, grabbing at the soup as if it were vultures on a cow's carcass. I let out a light yelp of surprise and embarrassment when one of them pinched my butt, earning even more laughter from the group. 'Lookie here, we've got a screamer!' Captain Blackeye tutted at one of his men that had made that remark about me. 'If that is the case, she will be crying underneath me tonight.' He looked at me as if I was a piece of meat ready to be devoured. He arose from his chair, cupping my chin with a big, filthy palm with groping fingers as he looked at me intensely. 'Young meat. The best kind.' I swallowed thickly, fighting the tears that were about to fall. Why wasn't Vinnie doing anything? Was he too afraid of being beat up if he tried to help me out? I didn't even know why I was responding this way to the captain, not able to move a fiber in my body, struck by fear of what he might do. Blackeye released me, grinning a eased himself onto his chair again, taking his bowl of soup. 'Of course she will do it for free. It is not like she has any choice in this matter. I am far stronger than she is and all barmen around here are pissing their pants from the sight of me. I would prepare for a rough night, missy.' I nearly gagged at the sight of him, lustful eyes taking up every inch of my body. 'She's a pretty one isn't she?' a pirate barked, licking his lips as he looked me up and down. 'That one is for the captain, Björne! What about that one over there, close to the door. Let us make her scream.' The captain held up his hand to silence them, his mouth opening to speak. 'I wish to eat in peace, so be quiet.' They obeyed immediately, scurrying away slightly as their leader brought up the bowl to his lips in order to sip from the soup that Vinnie had created. He drank from it, swirled it around in his mouth, his expression changing before he spat it out into the bowl again. 'What the fuck is this salty shit!' he roared, smashing his fist onto the table. I cowered in fear, shielding myself as his eyes found me. 'You made this, ugly brat?' I couldn't move, it was as if I was glued to the ground. 'Fucking speak to me, whore!' His hand reached for the bowl, grabbing it tightly, about to lunch towards me with the hot contents. His arm moved, wanting to throw the boiling liquid into my face, when...

Clap clap.

And the time stood still. My face was still covered by my arms, so when there was no impact of the soup on my skin, I curiously peeked out. My heart jumped at the sight of him as I turned around. He always showed up when I needed him most. It was as if he was watching my every move. 'Gaunter!' I flung myself into his arms, hugging my lover tightly as I buried my head into his chest. '(Y/n)...' he sighed, his hand on the back of my head, the other around my waist. It wasn't the first time he had stopped time at the moment everything threatened to go wrong, but it made me even happier to see him. 'I've got you, that man isn't going to hurt our touch you.' I felt the disdain he felt towards Captain Blackeye as he spoke the name as if it was poison on his tongue. 'No one ever touches something that is mine. Or someone. You're mine, (Y/n), and he needs to know.' I felt my cheeks becoming red and my heartbeat increased. I knew what he was aiming at. I always knew what Gaunter aimed at when he spoke about me being his, about how no one could ever touch me the way only he could. It happened often, with me being a barmaid and a lot of drunk men trying to hit on me occasionally. It would usually end up with either me leaving quickly with Gaunter, or Gaunter kissing my neck in a way that the hickeys would scare those drunkards off - it said : taken, don't you dare touch her.

However, tonight it seemed that Gaunter had different plans. 'Why won't you kiss me already?' I urged, still wanting him to kiss me. After all, I had missed him and wanted him to mark me. 'Some purple bruises on your neck won't do.' My stomach started to flutter nervously as he kissed me for a moment. 'I am going to make him watch...' he didn't finish his sentence, his arms wrapping around me in a way he could pick me up, and he carried me towards the table Captain Blackeye had been sitting at, '...and listen.' He snapped his fingers, the time did not start moving again though. Instead, a confused voice was heard. 'What the... What kind of sorcery is this?' Blackeye sounded almost scared He was standing glued to the ground, his body not able to move apart from his eyes and mouth. Gaunter released me, turning towards the pirate. 'Let me clarify,' he spoke, a smug smirk spreading over his face, 'a minute ago, you were about to throw hot soup over my lover, and you made some rather sexual comments about her. I cannot let you do that, now can I?' 'Who are you?!' Blackeye barked in an ordering tone, trying his damnedest not to let his fear known. However, his eye that wasn't covered by a patch said enough. 'Gaunter O'Dimm... A simple vagrant, Master Mirror or the Man of Glass. I sell... Mirrors and other baubles... Or do I?' My lover turned to me again, his hand reaching for my face to cup it gently, his thumb stroking across my jaw. 'Can I blame you, Captain? (Y/n) is beautiful, so innocent, so sweet... I can make her scream in a pleasure in a matter of seconds, because she is mine. I cannot let you take from me what belongs to me... No one steals from me, and I am going to make that pretty clear to you.' Gaunter slipped the tip of his thumb into my mouth, tugging my bottom lip down softly. 'And those luscious lips... What they can do... But only to me.' My eyes were fixated on Gaunter's, not able to look away. 'What the fuck do you want?' Blackeye yelled at him. 'I am going to teach you your lesson.' The man in front of me replied, his free hand cupping my cheek, his lips colliding with mine.

It was a few seconds when I felt his tongue slither into my mouth, not that I could fight it. Gaunter stepped closer, his teeth nipping at my lip before he moved on to my neck, starting to suck the skin harshly. He had no time to go slow tonight, I noticed. He was angry with the Captain and it was clear in his love making. He drew blood, his tongue dragging across the small new wound he had created in my neck, moving towards my ear. I focused on his breathing, my hands caressing his back as he nibbled on my earlobe. He inhaled sharply through his nose before he whispered, 'I am going to fuck you so hard right now... Forgive me, but after your shift, meet me at the bridge for round two.' I felt his hands untie my apron, taking it off me. Gaunter's possessiveness turned me on, and the arousal started to grow between my legs. My fingers tightened around his shirt, nearly clawing at it as his mouth started to move down my collarbone, licking it as he undid me of my dress. He gave Blackeye a warning glare, as if he was saying that he should not gawk at me. I shivered, even though the inn was far from cold, but the touch of his skin upon mine made me tremble in anticipation.

There I stood, in naught but my underwear, trapped between Gaunter and the table with Captain Blackeye a few meters away, eyeing us with a dark gaze. I couldn't quite tell if he was terrified, amused or furious, all I knew was that when I met his eyes, I felt my stomach flip in an unpleasant way. Gaunter seemed to notice, his hand cupping my cheek to make me look at him. 'Hey, focus on me.' he said, smiling. I nodded, blushing as he looked up and down my body. 'Beautiful as always, (Y/n). See that, captain? Do you notice how gorgeous she is? Her (s/c) flesh, a healthy glow, goosebumps covering her arms, oh, she is breathtaking... All mine...' Gaunter shifted so he was standing next to me, I was still sitting on the table and Blackeye was on my other side as if he were a statue. I felt him reach for my bra, untying it. My nipples hardened against the touch of my lover as he rolled them under his thumbs, trying to get a reaction out of me. 'And those breasts of hers, so full and warm against my palms... See how much she loves it when I pinch those sensitive nubs?' I let out an involuntary mewl as he softly squeezed my nipples. Gaunter sighed, smiling fondly as he leaned down to suck on them gently. 'They taste so sweet... All mine.' I started to notice what he was getting at. Gaunter was showing off my naked body to the captain, telling me how much I belonged to Gaunter and that I was in fact his property. Blackeye had made a terrible mistake, and he had to pay. Gaunter knelt down, his mouth trailing wet kisses down my stomach, halting above my panties. He tugged them off swiftly, my drenched core there for all to see. I shuddered as I saw Blackeye's bottom lip slip between his teeth, a lustful gaze covering his features. This earned a death glare from Gaunter, and he mumbled something about that he had to pay for that. 'Look at what effect I have on her body... So wet, so sweet... Can you smell it, captain? Can you smell her arousal? All mine.' I moaned as his hand slid between my thighs, his finger circling around my clit. My knees felt weak instantly. 'And those sounds that come from her throat... noises, she will only make for me.' He didn't give me anymore satisfaction yet than fiddling with my clitoris; he withdrew his hand and looked at the juices that had gathered on his fingers. They were embarrassingly wet, making me look down in shame. 'Want to taste? I am not often one to share, so you should accept this gift of gratitude.' Gaunter's hand moved towards the captain, his fingers slick with my arousal dangling in front of Blackeye. 'Come on, isn't that what you wanted all along?' He wiggled the wet digits, frowning. Blackeye clenched his jaw, his mouth pressing into a tight line. He wouldn't give in, and Gaunter sighed. 'It would be the final pleasurable thing you would ever experience in your life. (Y/n)'s tight cunt is delicious, a drug I am addicted to... If I could, I would eat her out from dawn until dusk.' He sucked his own fingers off, closing his eyes. 'Hm... Yes...'

I heard him unbuckle his pants, pushing it down alongside his underwear. His erection stood proudly and I could've sworn it was bigger than before, as if he was trying to impress the captain, trying to tell him that he could give me what the captain never could. I felt Gaunter's rough hands press against my body, guiding me to lay down on the table. I shoved aside some bowls, bottles and plates and did as he asked me to. He spread my legs, bending them slightly as he positioned himself between my legs. Without any warning tease of his tip pressing against my folds, he seated himself fully inside of me, making me moan in pleasure. It would've hurt if it weren't for his size to be fully adjusted to my core. My walls were clenched already around his cock, like they always did, gripping him to hold him inside me until we were both done. Gaunter let out a groan, his thrusts starting off slow. 'So warm... So tight... All mine.' he uttered, the sound of his skin slapping against mine echoing throughout the tavern. I started to let out sounds that could pique any man's interest, high pitched moans that were thick with the sound of pleasure. I bit my lip, closing my eyes as my hands cupped my own breasts, pinching the perky nipples to get even more sexual tension out of it, and Gaunter loved it. 'Yes, (Y/n), such a good girl... Make those sounds for me, let him hear to whom you belong.' With every thrust, his testicles slapped against my ass, making me blush even more than I already was. His hands grabbed me tighter, pulling me into him. His hips rolled into me and I met his movements, leaning up on my elbows now to face him. I didn't want to look at Blackeye, that would've ruined the mood I was in, so I focused on the sight of Gaunter fucking me, my eyes fixated on the point where I could see my lover pump in and out of me, juices running down my legs onto the table, dripping on the floor. Gaunter's eyes were dark, a smirk on his face as he let out deep grunts. 'Yes, (Y/n)... You're so tight... Fuck, I love you...' I felt the knot in my stomach tighten as the tip of his penis hit a particular good spot in me, making me moan out. 'Oh, Gaunter!' I squealed, 'Right there, yes, yes!' A wicked grin spread over his face, his body making the same movement over and over again so he was hitting that same point over and over again. He loved the music coming from my throat, moaning for him, begging for him. 'Gaunter, I am going to cum!' I pleaded, mewling as he fastened his pace. My legs had hooked themselves around his hips to keep him in place, and he kept and kept on thrusting. Then, my orgasm crashed over me in waves, making me arch my back and let out a loud moan. I quivered in pleasure, feeling his cock pulsate and spill his seed into me, pulling out before I was full. 'See that semen?' Gaunter grunted, his hand continuing to pump his member, and I felt hot stripes of sperm cover my abdomen, 'All spilled into her, because she is mine! Mine, mine, mine!' I tried to catch my breath, feeling ashamed of my panting form, naked, trembling on top of the table as Gaunter's high finished, his body hovering above me for a second as his lips pressed a kiss to my neck. 'She always smells delicious after sex.'

He pulled away from me, gathering his pants to pull them up again. I wasn't strong enough to stand up, so Gaunter collected my clothes for me. 'Clean yourself up a bit, love, I will continue the flow of time in a few moments.' I quickly started making myself look presentable again as Gaunter moved towards the Counter, where Vinnie was frozen, stirring in the pan of soup. Blackeye muttered a string of curses, 'Why the hell did you make me watch this, letting me look at you fucking that bar whore of yours? What was the entire point of it? Think I am afraid of you, sir?!' Gaunter hummed, taking the handles of the pan before taking it off the stove. It was clear that the contents were hot. I swallowed thickly as he walked past me, pan in hand. 'You thought this soup was disgusting, no?' my lover began, lifting it higher in the air. 'No, please, no!' The Captain pleaded, but to no avail. I closed my eyes, knowing what he was going to do. He tilted it, and even though the flow of time had stopped, the boiling liquid now hovered above Blackeye's head. 'Something for when you become hungry as soon as you're dead.' Gaunter brought the pan back to the stove before walking towards me. 'Step back, (Y/n), this will get messy. Don't forget, after your shift I will see you at the bridge.' I nodded, walking away until I was in a safe area away from Blackeye. Gaunter kissed my forehead, stepping towards the door after. 'It was nice to have known you, Captain. Even though we've known each other for a short time, I think we have become... Well acquainted. I hope you've learned your lesson and that you take it with you on the path of the dead, filthy worm.' Blackeye was too afraid to speak, his eyes filled with fear. Then, Gaunter's face turned to me. 'Look at me, (Y/n), look at me.' He clapped his hands and time resumed again, and I kept looking at his face, despite the screams of Blackeye dying a few meters away, the boiling soup melting away his skin until the bone. The thud of his lifeless body hitting the floor made me jump slightly. Gaunter was unforgiving.

Gaunter smiled at me before quietly leaving The Alchemy.

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[gauntie-o-dimm]

Gaunter O’Dimm | Affection

Prompt: “Come, sit on my lap.” Words: 3000+ Warnings: Smut, swearing, masturbation, toys

I looked at myself in the mirror, turning to look at every side of my body, a small smile spreading over my face as I admired what I was wearing. It wasn't often that I had felt sexy while wearing lingerie, but today it was different. The feeling that I was absolutely beautiful didn't leave my mind, and I just hoped my lover would think of it the same way as well. From the wardrobe I got a robe, pulling it around my body to hide the black lace that was underneath, a way too revealing bra and panties with tiny ribbons were the only thing that kept me from being completely naked. For a moment I pondered whether I should put on stockings, but I decided not to do it. After all, I weren't able to hide those by my robe, which went to just under my knees. It would spoil the surprise for him, and I didn't want to do that.

The kitchen was filled with the scent of Gaunter's favorite dish as I took it from the oven, yet again liking what I saw. It had come out perfectly, the smell of ginger filling my nose. I put it on the table, he could be home now any moment. Just then, I heard the front door slam shut, footsteps against the floorboards. 'You used the perfect amount of spice.' I looked up, smiling at his form in the doorframe. 'Goodevening, lovely (Y/n).' 'Goodevening, Gaunter. Come on in, I just laid the table.' He approached me, kissing me shortly on the lips before taking place at his usual spot at the table, eyeing the food I had prepared for him. 'To what did I deserve this delighting meal?' I tilted my head slightly, giving him the sweetest of smiles. 'Must you truly question my motives? I just care about you.' The corners of his lips curled upwards. 'Fair enough.' We enjoyed dinner in silence, just looking at each other every now and then while the only sound was the cutlery against the plates. After a few minutes, we finished, putting our plates in the sink to wash them later. 'This was delicious, thank you very much my dearest.' He pecked my temple. 'You are most welcome, Gaunter.' 'What is for dessert?' he asked me, looking around the kitchen to see if there was a bottle of liquor around to share. 'I will prepare it for you, come to the bedroom in five minutes.' He frowned as I just grinned, pressing a feather light kiss on his mouth before making my way to the bedroom. I closed the door, throwing my robe off my shoulders. I sprayed myself with the perfume he loved most on me, lighting a few candles on the candlesticks that lit the room just slightly, enough to be able to see. Then, I placed a chair in the middle of the room, facing the bed. I propped myself onto the duvet, taking on the most sexy of poses I could think of, on my side, facing the door, one hand under my head whilst the other rested on my hip, toying with the lace of my panties. The hinges creaked as Gaunter cautiously entered, his eyes finding me, darkening instantly. 'Well, well, well...' I smirked at him, twisting a strand of my (h/c) hair around my index finger. 'You seem like you are in for a bit of fun, (Y/n)' 'Damn right, honey.' His bottom lip slipped in between his teeth, sucking in air. 'Take a seat.' A low purr escaped him as he sat down, his gaze fixing on my figure, eyeing it up and down. 'Like what you see?' He nodded, leaning back, a wicked grin covering his features. 'Are you going to give me a little show, dearest?' I could see a bulge growing in his pants as I let my finger slip under my bra, tugging it down just a bit. 'We will see...' From the drawer, I took a cilinder shaped object, a surprised sound leaving Gaunter. 'I never knew you had one of those...' I shrugged, stroking the sex toy with one hand. 'Sometimes when you are away, I can get a bit... Lonely.' 'Why don't you show me some tricks with it? Pretend I am not here, what would you do?' I chewed on the inside of my cheek, taking the tip of the object in my mouth, sucking on it as my free palm went to my abdomen, stroking it as I laid down again. Gaunter seemed comfortable, his dark eyes flickering as I slipped my hand into my panties, letting out a lewd sound as I dragged my hand across my own core. I took the dildo, rubbing it against my clothed entrance, which was damp with excitement. 'Gaunter...' I breathed, one of my palms fondling a breast, the other handling the toy. My half lidded eyes kept looking at the man in front of me, who was enjoying this a lot.

His cock had hardened in his pants and pressed against the fabric of his underpants painfully, the outlines visible. I put the dildo aside, about to slip a finger into myself, letting out a vulgar sound, when Gaunter put up his hand, stopping me from doing so. 'Wait.' I withdrew my hand, pulling it back before bringing it to my mouth, nipping on my finger. I could taste myself and it turned on Gaunter even more than he already was. 'What is it, master?' I lowly spoke, pinching my nipples to tease him just a bit more. Gaunter sat back, patting on his legs. 'Come, sit on my lap.' 'Yes master.' I said, crawling towards him over the duvet before sitting down on top of his legs, his bulge pressing against my butt. I started grinding against it, giving my throbbing clitoris some attention just like Master Mirror himself, but he wasn't amused. 'Are you done bothering me with being so incredibly sexy without really letting me fuck you yet?' 'Not yet...' I muttered, leaning in to press a kiss in the crook of his neck. Gaunter let out a purr, tilting his head so I could reach it better. 'We have the entire night,' I cooed, 'you can fuck me later on.'

I gasped as his hands settled upon my waist, turning me around in his lap so my back was facing him. He pulled me closer, one of his palms stroking my abdomen in circles. 'Guess you didn't foresee that, (Y/n).' His hand toyed with the edge of my panties, juices practically leaking from them now he was giving me so many attention on that one spot, and he started kissing my shoulder, sucking on the skin as he let his hand slide under the lace fabric. 'Look at how drenched you are for me, darling... What a shame it would be if I didn't put my penis in right away.' I let out a whining sound as he parted the rosy folds, dragging a finger across them to gather some of my excitement. 'That's what you want, right? My hard cock in your tight little pussy?' I whimpered. 'Yes master...' I mewled, bucking my hips, but they were soon stopped from moving by his strong hand. 'Tsk tsk tsk, (Y/n)...' He inserted a finger, making me moan out. 'Just one digit and so loud already? My, my, you're eager.' He started to pump it in and out, soggy sounds erupting. His thumb circled across my clit, my stomach tightening as he fingered me mercilessly. I breathed tiny moans, sobbing at his touch. His rough fingers were slick with my juices, his attempts to pinch my clitoris failing hopelessly for it was sliding away each time he tried to. He probably did it on purpose. 'Gaunter...' 'Hm?' he tore his lips from my neck, which was covered in bruises now, his teeth starting to nibble at my earlobe. 'What is it, (Y/n)?' His fingers sped up. 'I am going to cum...' 'Right...' He cupped one of my breasts, massaging it as his two digits he had slipped into me quickened, curling and uncurling, hitting my g-spot just slightly. I felt my walls had started to clench around his fingers, and I closed my eyes tightly shut, ready for the moment that I would explode. But that moment never came.

I wanted to cry when he pulled back, just not tipping me over the edge. I wanted to scream at him, how could he be so mean? 'Don't you dare to fucking touch yourself, or I will finish my own high right on your pretty face, and not take care of you anymore tonight.' His fingers slipped into his mouth, nipping off everything he had dug up from inside me, closing his eyes at the taste. 'Hmmm...' He pushed against the small of my back. 'On your knees.' I did as he said, legs quivering as my face was twisted in the most frustrated of ways, sinking down, my breaths shallow and shivering. This was simply how Gaunter was at times, watching me, writhing under his touch, his lips, until there was my point of breaking and he never gave me the satisfaction of an orgasm right away. I always had to do something for it, which mostly involved himself, like right now, as I hooked my hands around his pants, tugging it down as his member popped free, right in front of my face, glistening in the light of the candles as precum oozed from the tip, trickling across the base, waiting to be touched. Gaunter had pulled off his shirt in the process so he was completely naked after I threw his trousers somewhere in the room. I took his hard manhood in my palm, caressing it a few times, spreading the liquids over the base. I pressed a kiss on the tip before circling my tongue around it, licking it teasingly before sucking it. His hands found my (h/c) hair immediately, he entangled his fingers in the locks. I pumped my hand, stroking his hard penis, my tongue pressed against the shaft so everything that leaked out came straight into my mouth. I enjoyed his taste, starting to bob my head up and down, licking the heated flesh. He was slick with saliva as he rolled his hips into my face unexpectedly, almost earning a gagging sound from me as I took in all of him, tears in the corners of my eyes as it hit the back of my throat. I lowly hummed, sending vibrations through him. Gaunter groaned, letting out uneven breaths as I pulled back, pressing open mouthed kissed on his length. He looked absolutely impeccable, his fingers grazing against my skull, his swollen cock warm against my tongue. 'You're doing very well, dear.' Gaunter muttered, bucking his hips as I sucked on the head, letting it go with a pop. 'Enough.' he suddenly said as I was about to take in his entire penis.

I raised from my kneeling position and he pushed me back onto the bed, crawling over me, his mouth trailing kisses all over my body. He stopped at my thighs, pressing a hot, sucking kiss onto my covered entrance, licking across, taking them off before proceeding to continue making his way up, his lips grazing against my abdomen, halting at my breasts once more. I let out a moan as he licked my hard nipples through the fabric of my bra, biting them gently. I put my hands behind his neck, arching my back to press my breasts into his face. He let out a low chuckle as he let his tongue slide in between them, his hand reaching for the clasp, undoing it. He placed a few kisses upon my now naked chest before moving up, sucking at my neck, my mouth his final destination. He was dominant, I didn't even have the chance to wrestle my tongue with his, his hands were strong as his fingers laced into mine, his cock brushing against my clitoris teasingly. 'Are you ready for me, (Y/n)?' I nodded, gazing upon his face, his beautiful, lust-filled eyes and lips that were curled upwards as he pushed himself in. My brow furrowed as I let out a moan, locking my legs around his hips, wrapping my arms around his chest as tight as I could. Gaunter simply grunted, closing his eyes as he whispered how tight I was. 'You're going to be so full of my seed once this is over, dear. I am going to fill you to the brim.' I gasped as he started to thrust, not slow to begin with, no, he was directly at high speed, slamming himself into me, his hips rolling into mine. He buried his face in my neck, kissing the skin. 'Your cunt feels so good, (Y/n).' he huskily breathed, speeding up as I raked my nails across his back. The erotic sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room and for a moment I was afraid we would wake the neighbors, the walls were thin after all, but then I realized that it was most probably Gaunter's aim to do so. Our bodies collided with each time he pushed himself in, his dark eyes locking with mine as he sucked in air through his teeth. Gaunter was almost dangerous when it came to sex, nothing could stop him from fucking me until his high. I was humming moans now, too tired and caught up to let out anything louder, just watching his face in awe as he chewed on his lip, sweat visible on his forehead, the scent of sex entering my nose. 'Yes, (Y/n), just like that... You're so beautiful...' I figured I must've looked like a hot mess, judging by the loving look he had on his face.

I let out a yelp when his hands hooked around my waist. Gaunter rolled over onto his back so I was on top of him now. His palms settled upon my butt, squeezing it. 'Move.' he grunted and I started grinding my hips against him, riding his cock. My breasts bounced up and down with every time I moved, one of the main things Gaunter had settled his eyes upon. My hand shot between my thighs to massage my own clitoris. 'Just like that, (Y/n). You're so gorgeous like that...' Gaunter grunted, his chest rising up and down unevenly, and I figured he must be close, judging by how his cock jerked inside me, throbbing as his gaze darkened, his hands squeezing just a bit tighter upon my butt. My climax was close as well, my clit finally getting some more attention after such a long time of being abandoned, the bundle of nerves tingling with pleasure. 'Gaunter...' I moaned, nearly collapsing on top of him as I came, my legs quivering from the intensity of it all, cries leaving my lips as I rested my hands upon his chest. I had felt a hot liquid shoot inside me and I knew Gaunter was having his orgasm as well, spilling himself deep inside of me, fulfilling the promise he did earlier that he would fill me to the brim. He pulled me against him, hugging me close as I came down from my high, shivering and trembling as his cock limply fell against his abdomen, red and swollen as the final drips of cum oozed out. The spot between my legs was sticky and hot and I had never felt more sexy in my entire life as Gaunter's eyes fixated on my body, he shifted and raised up. 'Show me my handiwork, darling.' I spread my legs to show him my burning, dripping womanhood. 'Beautiful...' he whispered, 'But oh so messy... I must clean it up some more, shouldn't I?'

I whimpered as his tongue made contact with the folds, for it was so over sensitive it almost hurt. He licked across my slit, gathering all the juices that he could find, his tongue soon coated in a thick layer of turbid liquid. He hummed lowly against my core as I bucked my hips, nearly crying for every time he flicked across my clit I was so close to a second orgasm but he would never give me that satisfaction just yet. 'We taste very good together.' Gaunter muttered, sucking on the swollen lips, making me let out mewling sounds. 'What a beautiful song comes from your lips every time I indulge you this way, (Y/n)...' He swirled his tongue around my clitoris, kissing my thighs, lapping at my core. My stomach tightened soon again, for I was still not recovered from my first climax that this one would follow within seconds if Gaunter kept on going like that. 'Cum for me, darling.' I didn't have to hear that twice, and once more I had an orgasm, cumming onto his tongue. 'Delicious...' Gaunter muttered as he didn't touch me anymore, even though I was still climaxing, spasming on top of the duvet, letting out whimpers as he swung himself out of the bed. 'Where are you... Going?' I asked in between grunts, blood rushing to my face as he leaned down to my face, kissing me on the lips gently. 'I need to go.' 'Why?' 'I need to go. Be a good girl for your master when he returns.' 'Of course.' I breathed before he gave me another kiss.

I watched him put on his clothes again. I was still trying to catch my breath as he finished putting on his boots, giving me a small smile before vanishing in thin air. I closed my eyes, turning over on the bed to bury my head into the duvet, on the spot where he had just laid. Of course I was going to be a good girl when he returned, I had to be ready for another round once more when he came home. Honestly, I didn't mind in the slightest.

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Gaunter O’Dimm | During The Storm

Prompt:  ‘This is so wrong, but it feels so good.’

Word count: 3300+ Warnings: Smut, swearing

'Dammit, a storm.' I gritted my teeth as I gave my horse the spurs, the sky turning dark gray. The mare threw her head in the air, snorting nervously as she started cantering. I pulled my cloak around me tighter, shivering as rain started to pour down upon the lands. I cursed under my breath as lightning rippled through the sky, Luna nearly bucking me off if it wasn't for me holding onto her mane for dear life. I pressed my heels into her sides, making her gallop. The water that fell from the clouds was icy cold, making my teeth clatter. Part of me was angry at myself for not deciding to stay at the tavern I had been this afternoon, despite the warnings of the innkeeper. However, I had to reach Oxenfurt quickly, for I had an appointment with Shani. She had to tell me something important, she had told me in the telegram, and I had to come there posthaste. I had made a terrible mistake in pointing out my route, so it seemed. The original plan was to arrive in the city at dusk, however, now it was nearly sundown yet I wasn't even halfway. And now, a storm was lurking above me. The drizzle had started to become more severe, and my steed grew restless. Her steps were uneven, the soil underneath her hooves became slippery. This meant she could get hurt if she made a misstep, and we would both be laying on the ground. I gave her more of the reins so she could speed up. There was no way I could reach Oxenfurt before midnight, I realized as I stared into the distance, narrowing my eyes to avoid any raindrops from leaking into them. I could do two things. One, I could stop Luna, find shelter and wait out a night until the weather was clear again. Two, I could go on, risking our safety. I decided on doing the latter. We could rest at Oxenfurt anyways, Luna at the stables she deserved so much right now.

I shrieked as the hoofed mammal carrying me slipped, a high pitched noise leaving her. 'Shit!' I couldn't react in time, colliding with the cold, wet dirt. The mare whinnied in pain, her nostrils flared in agony. I quickly pulled myself together, standing up, stretching my now slightly sore limbs. I would definitely have a bruise or two by tomorrow morning. Yet, I was more concerned about the well-being of my pony right now. Carefully, I approached her. She snorted, sounds that indicated pain coming from her. 'Hush, little girl.' I put a reassuring hand on her snout, calming her down. 'Let's see what we have.' Her left hind leg was slightly raised from the ground, clearly sprained. As I touched it, she whined as the skin felt warm and swollen. 'Fuck.' I hissed, straightening my back again. 'Time to find shelter, girl. We can't go on like this.' I took the reins in my hand, leading Luna over the road. There could be a cave somewhere around here, for the vast woods were places where hunters often spent their nights as well. We walked slowly for a good twenty minutes, the rain drenching me to the bone. It would take hours for them to dry up. Every step was a hell for my loyal steed, and I felt sorrow for her. She had been my little friend for such a long time now, and I didn't want to lose her. I trembled, spying around the forest for a cave. 'Just where could we go?' I asked the horse in a serene voice to keep her calm. Of course she wouldn't answer, but it made me feel somewhat more at peace as well, talking out loud as the rain clattered down around us.

Suddenly, my eye fell on a light source nearby. I frowned, for there was no sign of life outside. Hunters would often keep their preys outside against the stench, and there were no other horses to be seen. A traveler was the other thing that came to mind, but where travelers are, are probably bandages as well, for people who walked such long distances were unwise not to bring any supplies with them in case something happened. I carefully approached the light source, deducing that it was located in a cave indeed. I hesitated in front of it, halting at the entrance. 'Hello?' No response. I lead Luna inside carefully, making sure she was standing dry and warm. There was no where I could hitch her to, so I just released her and hoped she would stay where she was. I stepped further into the cave, the source of lighting becoming closer. 'Hello?' I called again, looking around to see any source of life. I discovered a small fire which was burning brightly. Next to it, a note. I frowned, reaching out for it to see what was written on it. I folded it open.

(Y/n).

Use this bandage to patch up your horse and eventually yourself.

Love, your Gaunter O. D.

My stomach started to flutter. Gaunter always knew how to surprise me. He showed up on the most unexpected of locations, when Geralt wasn't around. Yet again, his timing was perfect. My eye fell on the bandage now, and I took it. I dropped my backpack and other things before returning to my horse. 'Look what Gaunter brought you.' She neighed, and I smiled a bit. 'This might hurt a bit.' I crouched down, wrapping the gauze around her ankle. She whimpered, but stood still nevertheless. 'Good girl. Now I will get you some water, alright?' She gave me a thankful nudge with her nose, as if she understood me. I returned to the fire, grabbing a bowl from my bag. I filled it with water from the waterskin I carried, going back to Luna again. 'Here you go, my loyal steed.' I patted her on the neck as she gulped from the water thirsty. 'Are you going to take care of yourself now?' She didn't look up from the bowl, so I simply assumed it was a yes. Shaking water from my cloak, I pulled it off me, laying it on the dusty ground to dry next to the fire. I had started to shiver uncontrollably, the waters cold now truly taking it's toll on me. I had hoped I would've any dry rags in my bag, but as I searched it, my heart sunk into my shoes as I didn't find any. The fire was warm, so I took place next to it, my legs folded underneath me. I closed my eyes, focusing on the heat of the flames.

I felt a pair of arms wrap around me from behind, the smell of sweat and ginger filling my nose. 'Hm... I was wondering when you'd show up.' Gaunter chuckled deeply, burying his face in my neck. 'I missed you. Sorry about your horse, by the way.' 'You let that happen on purpose?' 'The entire storm, even. And you don't have to go to Shani. I just had to think of a way to lure you away from Geralt.' Part of me wanted to become mad at him, but somehow I couldn't. I smiled, leaning back my head so he could rest his chin upon my shoulder. 'How have you been?' I asked him. He blinked a few times, a bit startled by this question that someone asked him how it was going. 'I've been well, thank you. What about you?' 'You already know. And did you just thank me?' He smiled sheepishly. 'Perhaps I did.' He released me, taking the spot next to me. 'You don't happen to have a towel on you, do you?' 'I might just have one, but I much rather see you like this. The way your armor hugs your body, hm...' His tongue flicked over his lips as he eyed me up and down. I blushed, still trembling. 'I'm cold,' I whispered, looking at the fire. 'so I'd really enjoy that towel.' Gaunter smiled, snapping his fingers. 'Here you go.' He pushed a fluffy, white towel in my hands. 'Thank you.' I said, holding the soft cloth tightly. I dried my face with it, my hair and hands. 'Now turn around.' 'What for?' 'I am going to undress.' A suggestive smirk grew on Gaunter's face. 'Why don't you let me help you, hm? It might warm you up as well.'

He leaned closer, kissing my cheek softly as he pulled me into his lap. My wet pants stained his trousers, but he didn't care. His strong fingers slipped underneath my armor as he started kissing me sensually. A low hum left my throat as his tongue poked against my lips. I denied the access playfully, making him growl in frustration. 'I set up the perfect bait to lure you away from home, help you out in this cave and yet you don't want me to fucking kiss you the way I want to? Tsk tsk, (Y/n), this is not how I expected you to be.' Gaunter leaned in, biting down on my lip. I gasped and he slipped his tongue inside, the wet muscle moving around my mouth as if he had forgotten how I tasted. He peeled the soaked armor off me, throwing it into the cave aimlessly. I shivered more now I lost the layer of clothing, but Gaunters hands soon ran up and down my back. I pulled back from the kiss for air, pressing my forehead against his. 'Did you just summon me here because you wanted to have sex?' Gaunter let out a deep laugh. 'Perhaps I did.' Hungrily, he captured my mouth again, his fingers playing with my corset. He unlaced it effortlessly, taking the tight bodice off me. Now my upper body was completely naked. Goosebumps appeared on my skin as Gaunters lips went to my neck, sucking harshly on sensitive spots. 'Don't leave bruises...' I breathed. 'Geralt and the Witchers will notice.' 'Fuck them all, they can know you belong to me.' My hands cupped his cheeks as he nibbled on my collarbone, nearly to the point of drawing blood. I moaned softly. 'Gaunter, I am serious. Geralt will kill me.' 'Geralt is pathetic. As if he himself never slept with someone... Dangerous. I will be marking you, like it or not.'

Before I could protest, he sucked down roughly, a mewling noise leaving my throat. 'Come on, you love it (Y/n).' I closed my eyes, cursing myself for I did. I fucking did love it. I loved the thrill and excitement of almost getting caught in the act, I loved the feeling that always washed over me whenever Geralt gave me a strict lecture on why I shouldn't intervene with Gaunter O'Dimm, I loved this relationship, and I loved Gaunter. By the gods, I loved it. Of course it was wrong, but it felt so good. It was just incredible. 'There is no way you can cover up this, darling.' Gaunter muttered. I exhaled, tugging at the strings that held his hood together. I took it off him before leaning in to kiss him again. His thumbs brushed against my nipples, massaging them gently. I moaned into his mouth as he rolled them between his fingers. He nibbled on my lip as I undid him of the satchel around his neck. His tongue wrestled with mine. There was no way I could win the fight for dominance. After a few attempts, I managed to rid him of his shirt. My hands roamed over his bare chest, running through the soft hairs that grew on it. Gaunter inhaled heavily through his nose as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my body to his. He could feel my nipples against his breast. He kissed me roughly now, his tongue ravishing my mouth. My heart skipped a beat as I felt a hard bulge press against my butt, straining against the fabric of his pants. 'Seems like someone is eager.'

I gasped as he suddenly scooped me up, laying me flat on my back. 'I fucking am, (Y/n). I want to fuck you so hard that Geralt will smell me inside you tomorrow.' On one side I didn't like Gaunter's disliking towards Geralt, for Geralt was my friend, yet I found his possessiveness incredibly sexy. He pulled my legs over his shoulders and he leaned down to kiss my boobs. My breaths deepened as his tongue flicked against my nipples playfully, the sensitive buds becoming sore. His pecks went downwards towards my belly. He pressed his lips against it a few times before dragging his mouth against my thighs, my core desperate for his touch as he got closer to it with the second. 'You're drenched, darling.' he purred. 'Of course I am, I have walked into rain for a long time.' I joked. Gaunter couldn't bite back his smile, his hot breath hovering above my panties. I whimpered as he didn't continue. 'You smell so good...' 'Gaunter...' He kissed my belly once more before he latched his tongue onto my clothed womanhood, making me moan. The heat of his saliva seeped through the cotton, my clit almost screaming for his touch. 'Gaunter...' I breathed again, bucking my hips against his tongue. 'Just eat me out already.' 'I'm not the only one that's eager, I see.' He took my underwear off me, sucking on the fabric that was already stained with my excitement. 'I just love to see you so desperate, (Y/n).' I chewed on my lip, thinking about a way I could take revenge on him later while he made sure to lick every drop from my panties. 'Hm, the taste I am addicted to.' My hand wandered between my thighs, about to touch myself, but Gaunter caught it. 'Tsk tsk tsk... Patience, my dear.' Finally he ducked down his head, burying his head between my legs. I moaned, bucking my hips upwards in a reflex to press myself against his hot tongue, which was swirling across the rosy lips now, digging up every drip of my juices. He hummed lowly, sending vibrations through my core. Small cries left my lips as he nipped at my labia, his mouth sucking my clit soon after. His hands rested on my ass, squeezing every once in a while. I massaged my own breasts, pinching the nipples as he slid his tongue into me, curling it. I curled my toes in pleasure, grinding myself against his face. Gaunter pulled back for a second, spitting onto my vagina before eating me out again. His teeth scraped against my burning vulva, making me let out a mewling sound. He licked my clit. It throbbed against his tongue, pleasure filling the pit of my stomach.

He inserted a finger, curling it into me immediately. Stimulating my g-spot, he sped up his tongue. 'Fuck, Gaunter...' He sucked on my lips, his tongue hitting my clit every now and then. 'Just like that...' I moaned, my orgasm building up quicker than ever. The stone cave underneath me was cold, but I didn't mind, for Gaunter gave me one pool of heat. His finger massaged the spongy spot in me roughly, and I knew what he was getting at. I just couldn't fight it. I was spasming under his touch now, writhing as I felt my high ripple through me. I loudly moaned his name, squirting all over his hand, in his face. Gaunter laughed deeply as I came endlessly, pleasure washing over me in waves. 'Just look who had a... splashing orgasm.' 'Fuck...' I moaned, my chest rising up and down. I tried to catch my breath. 'Fuck, that was great.' I sat up trembling, still trying to recover from the intense orgasm. Gaunter had pulled down his pants, the outlines of his cock visible through the fabric. I reached out for it, my fingers wrapping themselves around the edges of his loincloth. His member sprung free, a relieved sigh leaving Gaunter. I spit on the tip, giving it a long suck. I could taste the precum visible on the head. I bobbed my head up and down as I took in his cock, the base glistening in the light of the fire. I locked eyes with him. His pupils were dark and dilated, filled with lust. A growl left his lips as he put his hands in my (h/c) hair, tugging at the strands as I sucked his dick. 'Hm, that's great... Yes...' I pumped my hand up and down a few times. His breaths were deep and uneven. 'Shit.' I pulled back my head, giving him a flattering smile. 'Why did you stop?' Gaunter's voice was suddenly angry. 'You teased me too a few moments ago.' He pressed his lips into a tight line, his eyes glimmering dangerously. 'I am the only one that can tease here, (Y/n).' 'Watch me.' It was clear he tried to withhold a smile. 'Besides, I want you to fuck me.' 'I am fucking your face, aren't I?' 'I want you to fuck me some place else, and you know it.'

Gaunter sat down in front of me, pushing me onto the ground playfully. He crawled over me, his breath tickling my skin. He kissed my collarbone, my neck, my mouth. His hands grabbed mine after he positioned his cock against my entrance, sliding in. I shut my eyes, tears prickling behind them as I tried to adjust to his size. Gaunter hummed lowly. 'Hm... You're so tight...' His lips dragged against my jaw, pressing kisses behind my ear as he started to thrust. The pain made place for pleasure and I hooked my legs around his hips as he fucked me. I moaned softly, freeing one of my hands from his grip and wrapping it around him, the nails dragging across his back. 'You're so wet...' Gaunter muttered while speeding up. The rock we were sitting on hurt me, but I didn't care, for the pleasure was so much more intense. Gaunter pressed his lips to mine, drawing all breath away from my lungs. He thrusted faster, his cock throbbing in me. Juices ran down my thighs, dripping onto the floor, echoing through the cave. He hummed lowly, his moans muffled by me. He sped up, and I felt the familiar feeling of my high growing in my stomach again. 'Fuck, fuck yes...' I moaned, clawing at his back, holding onto him for dear life. Gaunter's breaths were sharp and again uneven, he was close, and I could feel that. He thrusted deeper so his length completely filled me. He moaned, one of his hands stroking through my hair as he inspected my face. My eyes were shut in pleasure and I writhed underneath his weight. 'I'm going to...' I mewled as the head of his cock brushed against my g-spot. The moment I felt sperm ooze out of the tip of his cock, I fell over the edge and came as well. I moaned loudly, the knot of pleasure exploding. I pulled Gaunter into a loving kiss as he panted heavily, his arms still strong at both sides of my head. I caught my breath, calming down again. Gaunter smiled, kissing my forehead before crawling off me. I stared at his naked form from my position on the ground, still too weak to stand up. His eyes bore into mine.

'Give Geralt my regards.'

And he was gone. I closed my eyes, rolling on my side to face the entrance of the cave. Next to the fire, neatly folded, was a clean set of clothes. I gathered all my strength to stand up, slowly walking over to the armor he had left behind for me. On it was another note.

Tomorrow, rough fuck at Kaer Morhen, midnight.

Your Gaunter

I couldn't withhold a growing smile on my face, hugging the note to my chest. 'Fuck you, Gaunter O'Dimm.' I cursed, but I was looking forward to it already, even though Geralt might find out.

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