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fanficsforfun · 2 years

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Masterlist

Smut = 🔥, Fluff = 💕, Angst = 🖤

Characters I write about can be found here

New fics will be published about once a month

NOTE! I do not take requests

Feel free to comment on my fics though, feedback would be nice

Last updated on 13/12/2023

One-shots:

Good girl with naughty thoughts - Severus Snape x female reader: you fantasize about Snape in his lesson and get caught. Snape commands you to get in his office after class to give you a punishment that matches your offense: your fantasy in real life 🔥

Be careful what you wish for - Thorin Oakenshield x female reader: you fantasize about Thorin while touching yourself. He finds you doing it and decides to give you what you want 🔥

Shadow - Geralt of Rivia x female reader: you’ve been wanting Geralt for a long time but have always been too shy to approach him. One day you and him end up in the same bathroom and it turns out that he’s good at reading people as well as doing some other things 🔥

My little boy - Kili x female human reader: you have a naughty fantasy about Kili, who also happens to want you. He decides to come visit you and when it’s just you and him there, you can't keep your hands off him. The young dwarf is that much smaller than you that he cannot easily resist you (as if he’d even want to), so you have free hands to do whatever you want to him 🔥

I’m not gonna hurt you - Adam Ruzek x female reader: you unwittingly find yourself in the middle of a gang arrest. You run away, but one of the policemen follows you, mistaking you for one of the gang members. He quickly realizes that you are not a member of the gang and wants to ask you a couple of questions as an eyewitness. However, you are afraid of the police and he has to calm you down before you dare to speak 💕

A bad day - Alvin Olinsky x gender neutral reader: you have a bad day but thankfully Olinsky’s there to make you feel better 🖤,💕

Stone-cold killer - Alvin Olinsky x female reader: you end up in the middle of a gang shooting but somehow don’t get shot. One of the gangsters takes you hostage in order to escape. Things escalates and he threatens to kill you but Olinsky saves you before anything really bad happens to you. Afterwards he goes great lengths to take care of you 🖤,💕

Close to you - Yondu Udonta x female reader: you like Yondu and come up with a genius plan to make sure you get his attention 💕

Your wish is my command - Yondu Udonta x female reader: you have a crush on Yondu but it takes some time before things get heated and by that you’re pretty desperate for it 🔥

When fantasy becomes reality - Michael Rooker x female reader: you have had a crush on Rooker for some time and when you see him in public you just can’t stop staring. He notices it and, to your surprise, gives you a long hug 💕

Throw Grenade! - Simon “Ghost” Riley x gender neutral reader: you want to learn to throw hand grenades and to your surprise, Ghost is happy to teach you 💕

Safe haven - Daryl Dixon x gender neutral reader: after a close call with a walker you’re scared and seek safety from Daryl who, to your surprise, is willing to offer it 🖤,💕

Southern love - Merle Dixon x shy female reader: Merle was with the other men on a supply run, but the trip got extended and you got worried. He gets back safe and sound but realizes the concern he has caused you and wants to make it up to you 🖤,💕,🔥

Touch me - Yondu Udonta x female reader: you have a thing for Yondu and he knows it, deciding to let you have what you want 🔥

Merle - Michael Rooker x female reader: Rooker’s role-playing as Merle to comfort you after you were feeling bad for a fanfic you read about Merle 🖤,💕

Magic - Severus Snape x female reader: you fantasize about Snape during his potions class and as a punishment, he casts a spell on you that makes the rest of the lesson a torturous and humiliating, yet pleasurable experience 🔥

Pretty as a peach - Merle Dixon x female reader: you have had a problem with your looks for a long time, but then you meet Merle who, as surprising it is, makes you feel better about yourself 💕

Hungry for touch - Merle Dixon x female reader: you're in need, so to speak, until you come up with a good idea to seduce Merle to meet those needs of yours 🔥

Not all the Ravagers are the same - Yondu Udonta x female reader: some idiot forcefully touches you in a bar, but Yondu happens to notice the situation and intervenes (🖤),💕

Guts (re-writed) - Merle Dixon x female reader: TWD s1e2 re-writed so that Merle doesn't get left behind 🖤,💕,🔥

You don’t wanna get a death threat form a redneck - Merle Dixon x female reader: Merle can’t tolerate anyone else but him touching you (🖤),💕

Seventh heaven - Merle Dixon x female reader: Merle has a bad day and you decide to cheer him up (🖤),🔥

The archaeology professor - Indiana Jones x gender neutral reader: despite several decades of age difference, you find Indy attractive, and he doesn't mind your interest 🔥

Hard work - Indiana Jones x gender neutral reader: you’re working as a research assistant and the job got you exhausted, but luckily Indy knows how to help 💕

Not alone - Indiana Jones x gender neutral reader: you’re feeling lonely and decide to see if Indy would want to talk with you 💕

Out in the woods - Merle Dixon x female reader: you follow Merle out on a supply run, wishing to be alone with him. That wish gets fulfilled as well as you naughty daydream of him 🔥

Sleepover in the apocalypse - Merle Dixon x female reader: nights are the hardest times in the world after the outbreak… that is until Merle asks you to come over for the night! 💕

Insecurities (drabble) - Merle Dixon x female reader: you've had a problem with your small breasts for a long time but Merle's touch makes you feel better 💕,🔥

Cuddles - Merle Dixon x gender neutral reader: you feel bad and seek comfort from Merle 💕

Home run - Merle Dixon x female reader: part 2 for Sleepover in the apocalypse, this time things just go further 🔥

Short imagines, etc.

Untitled - Severus Snape x gender neutral reader: Snape pinning you against a wall 🔥

Untitled 2 - Derek Hale x female reader: Derek catching you sneaking around his house 🔥

Untitled 3 - Simon “Ghost” Riley x gender neutral reader: collection of imagines of various things, including him cleaning his gun and you sitting in his lap 🔥,💕

First time with Ghost - Simon “Ghost” Riley x female reader: imagine of how it would be like to lose your virginity to Ghost 🔥

Untitled 4 - Simon “Ghost” Riley x gender neutral reader: random headcanons about Ghost

Untitled 5 - Simon “Ghost” Riley x gender neutral reader: Ghost interrogates you as an enemy but soon realizes that’s not what you are 💕 (+ implied 🔥)

Size/strength kink headcanons with Ghost - Simon “Ghost” Riley x female reader 💕,🔥

Untitled 6 - Merle Dixon x female reader: reader gets saved by Merle 🖤,💕 (+ implied 🔥)

Untitled 7 - Indiana Jones x female reader: shy uni student!reader wanting Indy’s attention 💕

Untitled 8 - Merle Dixon x female reader: Merle flirting with an inexperienced reader 🔥

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thelostgirl21 · 8 months

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Geralt "Oh no! A stubborn bard has decided to follow me around! *Heavy sigh* If only I had the means to outrun him!" of Rivia

I don't think I'll ever get over how much of a drama queen Geralt is in Season 1, whenever he's pretending to be annoyed that Jaskier keeps following him around...

I mean, next time, when you find a stray bard on the road, maybe don't slow down your freakin' horse if you don't plan on keeping him, Geralt!

Otherwise, congratulations! You've just officially adopted him for the rest of his life!

He's your bard now!

It is thus your official responsibility to keep him safe, loved, well-fed, provide him with plenty of social and environmental enrichment, and deal with people's complaints whenever he runs off to cause trouble, steal their foods, hump their wives, mothers, concubines (I'm guessing Jaskier has angry nobles wanting to hurt him, more specifically, because even in a fantasy world, women are treated as "property", while men are expected to follow their own desires), etc.

I hate to break this to you, but you 100% brought this on yourself!

Oh, and just so you know, while you were away trying to deal with Rience and his master, your viscount of a bard started meeting and mating with Dijkstra and Philippa's prince.

Normally, that wouldn't really be a problem, given that it's not the first time your bard's been sleeping around with nobility.

Except for the fact that these two are absolutely awful at taking care of their own royals!

I kid you not, they recently had a queen and a king put down in a matter of days, because they felt like they'd failed their obedience training, and decided it would be easier to just start over with a new prince instead!

So, they made Radovid king now, and will no doubt be trying to teach him to heel.

And if they can't properly train him to be obedient enough, I fear they might stop letting him outside of the castle, use abusive and coercive techniques on him, or go looking for a new royal to potentially replace him, then attempt to have him be put down, too.

And, I mean, Yennefer and you have already adopted a viscount and a princess, right? What's one more royal to look after?

So, once you've gotten Ciri back, may I suggest you adopt him, too?

He's very sweet, quiet, and likes to hide in dark corners with a heavy fluffy blanket.

He loves listening to pretty songs.

He's very good at catching things being thrown by people, and bringing them back to their rightful owner.

Also, he doesn't mind spending the night in a shed.

For a king, he's surprisingly low maintenance!

A bit of mead, some warmth, a few hiding spots, your bard... I'm sure you'd have no trouble keeping him happy, and getting him to follow you around!

Plus, I don't mean to be rude, but it's kind of your fault it happened, you know!

If you'd just taken your bard with you when you went to search for Rience, he wouldn't have gone straight (or very queer, actually) to Dijkstra and Philippa's prince, engaged in courtship display, and started bonding with him.

So, I believe it would be pure cruelty to keep these two apart now that they've become a mated pair.

Normally, I might have suggested joint custody, but since you can't trust Dijkstra and Philippa to provide a good home for your viscount, that means you need to make some room in yours for their king.

And hope he won't do anything stupid that'll get him hurt until he can properly be rescued.

The good news, though, is that both your bard and his king are males, so you shouldn't have to worry about them making new little royal babies.

#Jaskier #The Witcher #Geralt of Rivia #Radovid #Radskier #Geralt #My Posts #My Stuff #My Thoughts #Crack posts

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bambiebaee · 2 years

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What type of character would you be? - pick a card

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helloooo, guys!! how are you? i want to present you a new PAC about what type of character would you if you were in a book, movie, any story actually. it was made for entertainment purposes, but i think character you get may represent either actual you or those aspects of yourself you suppress or don’t have an ability to express.

now, choose one picture using your intuition and scroll to your reading. remember, this is a general reading, so take what resonates ;)

Pile 1

cool af main hero. guys, you definitely have this main character vibes to you, even if you were a side character you would steal the spotlight lmao. i see you as a protagonist of the story. strong, brave, confident, smart, outstanding, literally has-it-all type that kicks everyone’s asses and ALWAYS wins. okay, you are so powerful and hot, pile 1☠️. as a protagonist i associate you with Kitniss from Hunger Games, Geralt from Rivia, Merida, Shrek..? okay, i am not so good with giving examples🫠 your character is mostly concerned on building a safe and comfortable reality for themselves, they don’t want to get in troubles, but they definitely won’t avoid them. they can literally solve them in a matter of minutes so what’s the problem🙄 i see your character just sitting there sipping their tea right after beating the main boss lmao. i think all they need is a peaceful life, but according to the laws of the genre they are always the only one that can “save this world”. your character is also super independent, and prefer to work alone, they don’t need nor company nor partner. people never remain indifferent to them, someone loves them, someone hates them, someone envies them, and someone wants to be them. you would also have someone who wants to be a part of your team that follows you everywhere and probably annoy you (think of shrek and donkey☠️). if it a romance story you would be someone who has LOTS of admirers but don’t want none of them. you are so free-spirited and cool, you want to go study science, battle, travel, building a career, so what marriage??but in a teen drama you would definitely be that bad b*tch aka Maddy, i think i don’t even have to explain why. so, that’s you as a character, but what about real life? you can either be all these but in a more lighter form, or this is someone you would like to be, huh? you definitely have this free-spirited nature to you, but you may feel like someone or something is burdening you. and guess what? the only person who burdening you is you, cause you’re limitless, honey. so, if there’s something you want, go for it. if destiny gives a chance for something, take a risk and go for it. I feel that you are extremely lucky people, believe in yourself and your abilities!

Pile 2

immortal wise magician. you know these type of characters that appears from nowhere tells something to the mc and then go.. umm, where do they go? nobody knows, they just disappears and keep chilling in their castle, forest, apartment or where on earth they live☠️ That’s actually my favourite type, i would like to be one of them personally. Characters that first came to my mind that are similar to yours are Gandalf and Dumbledore. you don’t have to be old man, of course, i think every story have this character who appears at the right moment, gives the protagonist a hint (usually a set of words that has yet to be solved) and continues to observe what is happening from the side. this is usually a strange friend of the protagonist, a school teacher, a witch, a fairy or a simple passer-by (who in the end may turn out to be almost the god of this world). but I'm almost 100% sure that you would live in a fantasy world and be a magician, you know. in general, your character is a kind of hermit who devotes all his time to studying something and seems to know everything in the world, he is bored and needs entertainment, and at such moments they appear in the life of the main characters. oh, i also think your character could very well be the one who tripled the chaos around the world because of boredom lmao. your character likes to test others as well as teach other people things. I think they can be very funny, sarcastic and witty. they are definitely lazy, but when somebody needs they help they are always there (because if not, then the world will most likely turn upside down, and it will no longer be possible to be lazy). that’s your character. as i said before it may be exaggerated version of you or a part of your nature you can’t express. if it is second option i think you may have problems with, ummm, finding listeners? like, you’re definitely very intelligent and unique person who knows A LOT, but you may feel like nobody understands you, maybe your friends don’t share your interests or don’t listen to what you tell them. it could happen in the past and now you don’t share your thoughts and ideas at all. but i sincerely feel that you are so freaking cool and interesting, i would like to be friends with you, group 2. you should definitely express yourself through your throat chakra, you have a natural talent for it, so do not be afraid to speak out, there will always be people who will support you and share your ideas!!

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charismatic villain (or antihero) everybody loves. oooh, you guys would be really dangerous to be around. every story has an antagonist, but not all of them as great as yours. your character is unprincipled, they go over the heads to achieve their goals and successfully achieves them. they are mired in their own crimes, but they feel at home in it like a fish in water. they do not hide their identity and do not try to deceive anyone, they are absolutely sincere in their intentions, and this is how they inspire people, they have many followers and probably there is a so-called henchman next to them. this is one of those villains with a sad backstory. life has disappointed and broken them many times and eventually turned them from a good knights into ones who are ready to go against the whole world and take the side of the so-called "evil". the boundaries of the world have been erased for this character, and what others perceive as atrocities, for them it is likely that what has surrounded them since childhood and killed all human feelings in them. your character strives for power and appreciation. they want the whole world to recognize them and follow them. very often your character acts immature, they are short tempered and impulsive, but also brave, confident and bold, they do not care what others think, they have themselves and that’s enough. they don't trust anyone because their trust has been betrayed way too many times. they have a goal and they go to it. by any means. your character is also extremely charismatic. people are ready to follow them, and in their story, I think they are much more popular than the main character that is.. powerful. honestly, if it describes you i am kind of scared☠️ but if it something that you suppress in yourself, honey, are you okay? do you feel like you are being mistreated by others? you feel underestimated and want to prove everybody they are wrong? have been heartbroken and betrayed? i sense this strong desire to prove that you’re enough, that you deserve it, that you are not what others think of you. you may bottle up your emotions a lot, you don’t speak up for yourself, all these words and emotions that you don’t let out hurt you. please, if you are doing so, stop. you don’t need to prove anything to anyone, you have yourself and this is the main thing, start accepting and taking care of yourself, find this harmony inside, and don’t let negative emotions and thoughts fill you, let them out, learn to deal with this in a healthy way. I believe in you!!

that’s the reading. i hope you enjoyed it. it turned out kind of weird and chaotic i think, but i really liked making this PAC. i actually consider making part 2, so let me know if you want to see it. have an amazing day/night or whatever! (*^ω^*)

#free readings #free tarot #pac #pac tarot #pick a card #pick a picture #pick a pile #tarot reading #tarorcards #tarotblr #tarotcommunity #tarot witch #witchblr #cartomancy

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adustoflove · 2 months

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It's possible we do or did at one point iv been all over the east coast

I don't mind seeing you on your bad days , that dosnt take away from you , it comes with mental illness , I have bad days with my PD too or days where I'm socially drained and can't do anything even things I wanna do , it's normal

I will stay here regardless , I don't expect you to be happy or well all the time and that's okay too

As for my favorite characters in things I can make a list and you can ask me why for characters and I can explain, that makes it easier cause I don't think you want me to type you a book on why I'm so passionate about these people and why I enjoy them so much

Geralt of Rivia from the Witcher ( all of them not the show )

Kratos from the later God of War games

I like street level super heros I'm not to fond of super bubbly funny goofy things I like seriously tones stuff so like

Spiderman

The punisher

Batman

I also enjoy

Leon s Kennedy

Piers nirvans

Ethan winters

All from resident evil

I like James and Heather from silent hill 2 and 3

I like snake from the metal gear games ( any version of him )

Arytom from the metro books and games

Alan wake from Alan wake lol

Barry from the TV show Barry

That's all I can think about for now , I'm a nerd and a loser ikik

I enjoy world's and whole shows sometimes more than the people in them or sometimes just the way the character is made is what I like and nothing else , in the case of those in the list I am deeply passionate about and there are more but I can't think.of them all

I was gonna say I know none of the characters you've mentioned...but like. I know them— just probably not as well as you do....I do like wolverine and Deadpool though if that's anything (knows nothing) I watched the wolverine movies though and fought with my sibling over who could play him in video games (I always ended up as storm or ice man) ......does this even count as the same realm of what you're talking about? Spider man is marvel right?? I should know this shit my dad is insane about it

Thank you for the reassurance though ♡ I won't leave either 😈 it does mean a lot to be told you'll stay even on the bad days. My first thought when meeting anyone ever is if they know how bad I actually get they'll run so far....which is why I used to never share anything with people and always got I know nothing about you!!! Then the moment I share I get blank stares, dry responses, or okay anyways *talks about their problems* 😭 girl !!!!!! Okay I'm ranting now, but people on tumblr have always been so nice

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frownyalfred · 2 years

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I have a thought for you so do with it as you want. Going off of BvS superbat

Geralt of Rivia somehow is thrown into BvS universe and meets up with the Justice League to figure out how to get him back to his own universe. Of course Geralt and Clark looking almost exactly alike is odd for all of them, but it doesn’t cause a problem….. yet.

Geralt and Bruce start to flirt and become close due to their deadpan jokes and no bullshit personality. Clark sees this and becomes extremely jealous because he’s the one that is supposed to have all of Bruce’s attention!

Maybe what happens is Clark only sees what he wants to see. But what’s really happening is Geralt sees they way Clark and Bruce are with one another, and asks Bruce if they are together. Of course Bruce being Bruce denies it, but after some time tells Geralt he does have feelings for Clark and doesn’t think Clark feels the same. So really Geralt is just trying to rial Clark up to make a move.

Don’t know how Geralt gets back but Clark confronts Bruce after, blah blah maybe angst maybe not, but then boom feelings reveal! Maybe a lil smut maybe not.

Hope you like it! I love your work!

Xoxo

Ahh I love this so much! The only problem is I have NO idea how to write Geralt's character -- never saw the show, just the sexy edits 🤣

I do really want to write something for jealous!superbat, though. You've intrigued me :)

#thank you <3 #myfic #theresurrectionist #superbat #clark kent #superman #batman #bruce wayne #geralt #the witcher

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calypsomadden · 2 years

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Commission example

Hi, everyone! This is a commission I did about a year ago. My writing has changed a bit since then, but my commissions basically look like this. The commission covered multiple chapters which allowed me to flesh out my client's OC to their wishes. My favorite commission I've done!

WC: 1128

Warning: Geralt of Rivia

1272, Novigrad

Geralt walked up the small stairs leading to a mahogany door, quietly smiling at the flowery patterns on the edges. The tiny porch was adorned with two chairs, a table, and several different types of flowers blooming around the set. Typical.

He knocked on the door, twice, and waited. He noted where he stood, careful not to stand too close to the stairs. He heard soft footsteps walking towards the door, melodious humming following. Geralt prepared himself; opening his arms wide and planting his feet firmly on the ground.

"GERALT!"

Within a second, his face was engulfed by pastel pink hair as a body hit his chest with enormous force. He wrapped one arm around the woman and lifted her up so she wouldn't strain herself. He removed her hair from his face with his free hand, raising his eyebrows a the shortness of it. The wolf medallion around her neck met his own, causing both to tremble.

"We meet again," he greeted, chuckling quietly. She squeezed him one last time, briefly cutting off his airway. While lifting her in his arms, he walked into the house and closed the door behind them with his foot.

After giggling in his ear, she let him go. And there stood Euphemiya, chipper as ever. He looked over over, noticing how her face hadn't changed one bit. Though, her once long hair now reached her chin in open waves, colored pastel pink hair instead of the violet she wore the last time he saw her. She grinned so wide he thought she would break her face.

"Oh my gosh, how long has it been?" She squeezed his forearms. "Wait, four- No, three- No, four- Oh no! It's been six months! Did you find Yen? How's Vesemir? Is Lambert still angry with me?"

He led them to the kitchen of her happily decorated house (there was more pink and light blue in this house than anywhere in the world), while nodding along to her babbling.

"It's been seven months. I found Yen. Vesemir's fine, says you should come by Kaer Morhen sometime soon. Lambert was never angry with you," he calmly answered all of her questions, making himself at home in her kitchen. He poured some Kaedweni Stout for himself and another cup of apple juice for Euphemiya. "How've you been?" he asked as she stood up. "You still can't sit still for a second?"

She put her hands on her hips. "You've been asking that for ninety years,"

"You've never given me an answer,"

"And I won't satisfy you with one." Euphemiya promptly turned around and snapped her fingers, causing a bunch of knives to start cutting vegetables on the counter. She lifted up her other hand and Geralt watched as her palm emitted a soft blue light.

He sat back, looking around the cozy kitchen. Her entire house, including her kitchen, was full of plants. Her previous house was larger, so there weren't as many. Speaking of-

"Why'd you move?" he asked as she gathered her sketches from the table, setting them atop each other neatly.

She sighed. "I didn't particularly like having front row seats to mage executions,"

He frowned. "You know it's a matter of time before they find out you're one too... right?"

"Oh, that's not a problem. I never use magic,"

"So you don't remember putting your kitchen to work?" Geralt deadpanned.

She glanced behind her sheepishly. "Alright. But I'm only using it now because I wanna talk to you! And then I only use magic in the basement,"

"Just be careful." He warned. He changed the topic, sensing her discomfort. "I need lodgings for the night."

"Of course," she immediately replied. She skipped over to him, leaning down to be at his eye level. He warily looked into her mischievous brown eyes. "Your favorite blankie is in the closet."

He instantly turned away, taking a large sip of his drink. She giggled, hugging him from behind briefly before checking on her plants.

"I mention that shit to you once-"

"Aww, you know I'm just teasing you- D'you need me to cut your hair?" She cut herself off.

"No. And it's been twelve fucking years," he complained. She just giggled at him.

"Aw, don't look so flustered." She pouted playfully.

He stared at her as she watered her plants, humming a cheerful tune. She wore a familiar light blue dress and no shoes (a signature look for her). She glanced over her shoulder, sensing his stare. She smiled sweetly.

"By the way," she began, as if suddenly remembering something, "there's a contract on drowners by the Honeyfill Meadworks."

He shifted in the chair, clearing his throat. "I'm actually busy with something... And I need your help."

Euphemiya dried her hands, fully turning to look at him. "Of course, anything,"

"Ciri's back,"

Her eyes widened comically. "What?"

He nodded. "Wild Hunt's after her,"

"Oh no,"

"They want to use her because of the Elder gene she carries,"

"Oh no." She cupped her cheeks.

"So she's in extreme danger,"

"Oh gosh," Euphemiya said softly, worriedly tapping her thigh with her middle finger. "Wait, but what do you need my help for?"

"You know everyone and everything that happens in Novigrad," Geralt explained, like it was obvious. "I was hoping you'd seen her."

She looked up, thinking. "No... I don't think so... I think,"

"You think?"

"I did bump into a woman that looked an awful lot like Ciri and she did look at me and ran away, but I didn't really think much of it..."

Geralt groaned quietly, rubbing his eyes with his palms. "Someone ran away from you, also known as the most likeable person in the Northern Realms, and that someone also happened to look a lot like Ciri, someone's who's afraid of endangering her friends because of the Wild Hunt..."

Realization fell over Euphemiya's face. "Oh... oh no."

At least she has the decency to look ashamed.

"Fuck," he cursed to himself.

"Geralt, I'm so sorry. I-I didn't think. I expected her to be gone longer, but I didn't think. I'm so, so, so, so, so, so, so sorry. I should've known," she babbled.

"It's fine," he sighed, thinking about his next step.

"No it's not. I understand if you want me to leave," she said, resigned.

He rolled his eyes. "This is your house. Stay." He nodded at the chair diagonal to his. She silently shuffled over and sat down, lacing her fingers in his lap. "What's done is done. But you can still help me."

"How?" she asked in a small voice.

"Help me track the leads here. It'll be quicker if I'm not on my own." He stared deeply into her wide brown eyes. "Deal?"

She nodded and grinned. "Deal."

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i-am-confused-about-life · 1 year

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Masterlist ♡ (coming soon)

A/N: This Masterlist is empty currently. I have not yet started uploading, but hopefully will do so soon. I will make different a Masterlist for Kpop and all the shows/movies I am planning on writing for will probably stay here? Maybe? 😂 I apologize for any caused confusion, I am still trying to figure everything out 😅 I appreciate any help or advice. Maybe how to organize or manage a Masterlist? If you have any, feel free to ask questions or give me advice. (Although Asks are another problem to understand for me 😅)

Kpop Masterlist

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

More (Possibly)

Chicago Fire

Matthew Casey

Kelly Severide

Gabriela Dawson

Sylvie Brett

Stella Kidd

More (Possibly)

Chicago P.D.

Jay Halstead

Antonio Dawson

Kim Burgess

Hailey Upton

Erin Lindsay

Adam Ruzek

Kevin Atwater

More (Possibly)

Chicago Med

Natalie Manning

Ethan Choi

Connor Rhodes

Will Halstead

Sarah Reese

Ava Bekker

More (Possibly)

Marvel/MCU

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Thor

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Ugh, I honestly hate that my dopamine receptors are so used to me going on Facebook.

I managed to detach myself from twitter. I stopped going on Instagram. And I stopped listening to Black manosphere, "alpha male", red pill, male/female power dynamics bs podcasts(I was trying to understand how men think at one point in my life. And I was also trying to understand, in what ways, Black women have hurt Black men. As a Black woman, I am aware of the many ways Black men have and do hurt Black women, but I never heard their side of the story, hence why I started frequenting straight Black male dominated spaces and gawd, it's a terrible place. )

But for some reason I have yet to unplug from Facebook and I really need to because the bullshit I see on there frustrates me so much.

As toxic and nonsensical Tumblr can be sometimes, at least I don't have to deal with the toxic gender war mayhem while I'm on here. And I would much rather spend most of my social media time on here than on other platforms, I'm very unlikely to interact with the discourse that goes on, on here.

Only problem, I feel like a lonely island on here. I dont get that much interactions on here, whereas on Facebook and Twitter I receive a lot of interactions with different people so it makes me feel like I am apart of an online community.

But the toxicity is just raising my blood pressure. Example, a male influencer posted a post about Black fathers with Black daughters who disparage Black women online and how they would affect their daughters if they were to come across his posts. Tell me why there were Black men in the comment section saying that Black women are the bottom of the barrel, we are only good for fucking and dumping, we are rude and undesirable. Others were saying that his words(as a theoretical father to a Black daughter) as a father does not apply to his Black daughter so long as she does not grow up to become the type of Black women he hates.

In another post, I was told that a man's DNA from his semen exists forever inside of a woman's vagina(which isnt true) that her body contains the DNA of every man she has ever slept with and that their DNA will affect any baby she conceives(causing the baby to be born with the DNA of other men, which, again, is not true). The poster used this misconstrued unscientific babble as a reason why Black men should not date, respect, or marry any Black woman who was "ran thru". And according to a lot of Kevin Samuel, Jason Black, alpha male, manosphere, redpill bros, the vast majority of Black women, especially those from America, are "ran thru hoes".

And if a Black woman decides she is tired of this bullshit and becomes a feminist as a result then all of a sudden she is considered a hater of Black men. Someone who doesn't actually care about Black people or Black boys and is actively working against the welfare and needs of the Black community.

And god forbid this same Black woman decides to get into an interracial relationship.

I remember I was denigrated on facebook, and my boyfriend also broke up with me, all because I simped over Geralt of Rivia and called him zaddy(around the time I was unaware of the connotations surrounding that word, especially when a Black woman uses it to describe a non-Black man)

I'm just tired of the toxicity. I'm tired of the sexism. And according to alpha males and their enablers (such as Sharazad Ali) sexism does not exist in the Black community, Black women are just "hoes" and "Black male haters" who are afraid of accountability.

I just feel like I need to unplug from everything. I need to distance myself from people who spout this garbage(even if they're family members). I just wish I mastered the art of not giving a shit, especially about what people think. But it's easier said than done. Like most people I do care about what people think, it's literally hardwired into human DNA to care about what people think. In hunter gatherer society, if people didn't like you or thought badly of you, they left you to die. So it became imperative for your survival to become likeable or at least tolerable. And even tho we aren't hunter gatherers anymore we still very much think like them.

Sigh, I just need a vacation from the Black woman hating bullshit

#ranting #misogynoir #misogny #sexism #black people #black women #social media #toxicity

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polhbayarea · 2 years

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Skyrim succubus race

#Skyrim succubus race mod

Choosing not to kill her will award you with only 80. If you kill her, you are awarded with 58, 15x silk, 10x strawberries and a succubus mutagen, along with 80.Geralt had the choice whether to spare her or not. While she explained that her sending young druids back dumbfounded was to protect herself, Gremist's apprentice got angry and demanded her death. SLEN) Balanced bonus for sex I have tried succubus heart but dont know how the curve is for your stamina/health/magicka gain.

#Skyrim succubus race mod

Rektas recommendation for this mod - BHUNP Must be built in BodySlide first Make sure your body mods are up to date 2 color and metal variants. Naturally tough (Basically Permanent iron flesh + mage blood perk with light/cloth/naked) Able to seduce people (E.g. auth.), Orimagen (screenshots) Supports CBBE/3BA and BHUNP bodies. If Geralt takes on Gremist's request: the succubus found the witcher Geralt of Rivia and Gremist's other apprentice outside her cave. What mods for a succubus overhaul By shoxxx, Jin Skyrim: Special Edition. As he had not returned to his master, Gremist sent another apprentice into the forests to search. In 1272, after years of chasing away her lovers, she and Gremist's young druid apprentice Ramund, entered a proper relationship, due to him not snoring like her other lovers. I will try to fix them.This succubus lived in a cozy cave in the Morskogen Forest, southeast of Blandare in Ard Skellig, where she spent her days collecting flowers. Tweaks will still be done to the transformation to balance it.Īgain, comment if any problems. Excuse me if this is a dumb question (Prob is). Succubus race mod (Warning:NSFW) has been ported by the owner to Skyrim Special Edition, then deleted afterwards, what caused this and is it possible to port it to Skyrim Special Edition. For players facing the problem of their infection, reload your save or duplicate your current save.Īny mod that uses the regular sized Jeremy might conflict with it. Succubus race mod for Skyrim Special Editionn. use console to add a spell named succuburis. The phrase 'Imperial Race' is a bit of a misnomer. Cleaned updates into the latest version.ġ. In The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, if they are not part of the Imperial Legion, they typically serve as diplomats, traders, stewards, and craftsmen which is well-suited, since Imperials are renowned for their diplomatic skills and cosmopolitan ideology. Changing race when you are succubus race will now change back to succubus race unless cured. Uninstall the previous version of the mod. No need to fight daedra for cure anymore. You can't turn succubus into if you are already werewolf or vampire. Succubus is now only available through disease. So infection through an another character is currently not possible, you have to do it through console.Ģ: Fix for neck seam done by using SG Female renewal textures now.ģ: Changes in scripts in the way Succubus Form power cooldown works. However, there is no made succubus NPCs yet. Custom races are not supported for cure YET. However, you have to be infected as one of the vanilla races in order for the cure to work for now. I'm still thinking of a backstory since my original intention was making this a resource.ġ: You can become succubus like how you turned vampire now. Hopefully others can have an easier time making succubus follower with this i hope ? Intended for those who did not intend to use SKSE for the race. Succubus loses their powers should they be turned into vampires. Just that the visuals are different and some abilites are more simplified. Succubus for this mod has almost the same abilities as its ancestor mod. Ihr Aussehen entspricht ihrem Namen: schne. In der Vergangenheit als Daedra Verfhrerrin, Dunkle Verfhrerrin oder Mazken bekannt. Hentai Succubus Blue Hair Busty Succubus 3D Art Skyrim Succubus Armor Mods Succubus Hentai Comic CGI Succubus 3D Nude. Wenn euch dieser Mod gefllt gebt bitte 'saxo74' ein Endorse :) Die Bilder stammen alle vom originalen Modauthor. Race uses SeveNBase body and is still for females only, male ends up nord male. Infos: Das ist die deutsche Version von 'Succubus Race'. Purpose of this mod: Makes succubus race slightly to my preferences.

#Skyrim succubus race

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wren-of-the-woods · 2 years

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Hey! I was wondering if you'd be up for creating a master list of the longest and most intriguing Witcher fics you've read? 💘

Absolutely, my dear anon! I haven't read as many longfics as I'd like, quite honestly, but I've given it a shot. I believe these are all Geraskier, for no particular reason other than those are the ones I found.

As always, I would love it if anyone wants to contribute some of their favorites or their own fics to the notes. I'm always looking for new things to read!

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Biting Snake Isn't Better Than Knife In Your Back and Winter Winds and Snowmelt by @damatris Rated M, 280k and 300k+ (WIP) These are two consecutive stories in a series. Summary for first story:

There was something ugly churning in Geralt's gut watching all those nobles flock around Jaskier. Fawning, complimenting, flirting. Jaskier should be thriving and preening from all the attention. Instead there was something uncomfortable and pinched in his expression, skillfully masked behind playful smiles and bright laughs. Geralt didn't want to contemplate why he, and only he, noticed the bard's wish to run.

Those songs we sung, those words we flung by persephonesprince Not Rated, 179k

After the mountain top, Jaskier keeps running into witchers. The other witchers of Kaer Morhen decide that if Geralt can't be nice to Jaskier, then they will have to take care of him themselves.

Defiance & Destiny by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels Rated T, 104k

When Geralt of Rivia returns to England after a prolonged absence, he and Jaskier, an aspiring bard, are forced to confront the pride and prejudice that flung them apart. Meanwhile, Lady Yennefer of Vengerberg is beginning to wonder if there is more to life than being handsome, clever, and rich.

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I Follow the Path that You Choose by @flowercrown-bard Rated M, 75k

As winter creeps into the land Jaskier faces himself once again with the choice of whether or not he should ask Geralt to spend the winter months with him. There’s only one problem: As we all know, Jaskier isn’t very good at making sensible choices. Which is why you, dear reader, get to make the choices for him in this choose-your-own-adventure-fic. There’s no telling what the winter will bring for Jaskier and Geralt. Who knows, maybe you will read a tale of jealousy? Maybe one of curses and heartache? Maybe there will be drunken confessions or the danger of snowstorms? Maybe Jaskier will get to meet Geralt’s family or Geralt will get to meet Jaskier’s friends? I guess there’s only one way to find out.

Christmas Downhill by avengeful-bunny (brodeurbunny30) Rated T, 66k

Jaskier, a struggling musician on the outs with his wealthy, elitist family is invited to spend a very special Christmas at his childhood home...with his boyfriend that technically doesn't exist. Enter Geralt, a Law student and part-time ski instructor who happens to fit all the requirements to play fake boyfriend in front of the family, for a small fee. With the magic of the season in the air, will the plan go flawlessly, or will a case of the feelings cause it all to go downhill? Either way, it promises to be a Christmas to remember.

Give Me Nothing, Give Me You by @dls-ao33 Rated T, 62k

Ciri's kindergarten letter comes in the mail on a Tuesday. Geralt opens it, skims it, and frowns at the class his daughter has been assigned. Dandelions. Or: A modern AU with Dad!Geralt and Teacher!Jaskier.

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The Bard and The Wolf by Arvari Rated M, 59k

When Jaskier's band, Dandelions, suddenly kicks him out, he accidentally finds himself a place in another one - Kaer Morhen, a band he'd always considered to be his rivals. And maybe, just maybe, they're not as bad as he'd thought. And maybe their frontman, who calls himself The White Wolf, isn't such an idiot after all...

A Little Human Contact by Quallian42 Rated T, 58k

Geralt has now been officially divorced for longer than he has been married. Eskel and Lambert celebrate by buying him a session with a professional cuddler named Jaskier. Sometimes a little human contact can change everything

Silver and Copper by @heronfem Rated M, 56k

Geralt is just supposed to pass through the quiet Lettenhove area. He's not anticipating being begged by its people to help save their viscount from a curse that keeps him from daylight. Lord Jaskier, they call him, and he's likely dying. Or- Jaskier is kept from becoming a bard. Geralt finds him anyway.

For the Asking by @gremble Rated T, 53k

In which Geralt of Rivia, the White Wolf, Conqueror of the North, would really prefer not to be receiving handsome young men as tribute.

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Once & Future by spqr Rated M, 49k

Jaskier tilts his head, neck crunching at the strange angle, and kisses the King’s stone frown. The statue—who is now not so much a statue as a man—gasps into his mouth.

Geralt of Rivia and the Jewel of Cintra by DancingLassie Rated T, 47k

The Son, the Wife, the Mistress, the Tutor or the Mysterious Elf? With monsters now extinct, witchers had to find other lines of work. Unfortunately for Private Detective Geralt of Rivia, he owed Sigismund Dijkstra a favour and the Head of the Redanian secret service was cashing in. There had been a high profile murder and he needed someone to go and discreetly sort it out.

Negotiate with a Mare by @theheirofashandfirendfire Rated M, 44k

When he gets back, two bowls of stew and a jug of wine balanced precariously in his hands courtesy of a grateful mother, Geralt is exactly where he left him. He’s fast asleep, chest slowly rising and falling beneath the blanket still draped over him. Roach glances over and nickers at him softly. “You and me, girl, we’ve got a hell of a job on our hands,” Jaskier whispers to her. “Don’t you worry, though. I’ll stick around for a bit. Help you out.” Roach flicks an ear at him, and then goes back to her hay. Jaskier heaves a sigh. “Sometimes I feel so unappreciated.”

The Fix is Inn by f-ing-ruthless-baz (firb) Rated M, 43k

When Geralt inherits his uncle’s old cottage house, Kaer Morhen, he has to figure out what to do with it. It’s run-down and falling apart, and he doesn’t know if fixing it up will be worth the money he’ll get when he inevitably sells the place—and Ciri doesn’t want him to sell it at all. But he knows sometimes you have to let things go. Meanwhile, Jaskier is struggling to write his next album, and the label is breathing down his neck about it. His manager, Yennefer, thinks it would be good for him to get away for a while. Away from all the distractions of the city, so he can focus on his music. And her ex’s uncle used to have a cottage in the middle of nowhere… Sometimes holding on and letting go are but two sides of the same coin.

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt #jaskier #fic rec #fic recs #reclist #geraskier reclist #geralt x jaskier #the witcher fanfiction #normally i would make the summaries a little nicer or add notes of my own but i'm tired so you get this #enjoy!#i would particularly appreciate it if anyone has suggestions to add to this one because i'm gonna be without internet for a couple days #and i need things to download while i'm gone #so don't be shy!

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Might and Valor | Geralt

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» Summary | On a night of drunken indulgence and hope for change you come face to face with Geralt of Rivia. You set your sights and intentions on him. If there is anything that will get your mind off of your problems it would be getting the witcher in your bed.

❥ Pairing | Geralt x Reader

★ Word Count | 8.6k

» Genre | Pining, fluff, comfort

» Warnings | Language, suggestive, drunk behavior, talk of loss (this is not a smut…yet?)

↳ AN | I’ve been working on this for a little over a week and I think I finally got to a place where I’m okay with it. It’s so much longer than I thought it was going to be. And it was originally supposed to just be PWP buuuuut I might do a part two going for that? Still deciding but leaning towards yes haaaa

I wrote this with video game Geralt in mind but I know that a lot of people tend to go for Netflix Geralt. I think it will work for both so feel free to picture whatever Geralt has your heart. I did use Henry Cavill for the banner though because it’s just such a good gif.

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Loud, crowded, and almost unbearable. The company that surrounded you in the small tavern complimented your mind like butter and bread. It was a place of strange travelers, drunks, whores, and people low on their luck; not a place for a young lady to stray into. At least that was what you were raised to believe. Not once had you felt the pull into the dimly lit watering hole but for once you embraced it and reviled in it.

Now seeing for yourself, it seemed exactly a place for someone as yourself to drown themselves in. The laughter contagious among it’s guests, the drinks flowing freely ridding them of their daily woes and cares, folks hanging on each other publicly in ways that were enough to have made you blush. Though a few long faces here and there in the grouping, less and less seemed to be present the longer they stayed and the more they consumed. Grins and songs replaced their troubles and sorrow. This was the magic you seeked.

You had perched yourself at the corner of the bar closest to the door what seemed like hours ago. You had nursed a single pint of ale for a length of it hoping to ease the discomfort you felt in your new environment. The stares and wonder had done nothing to help your nerves. These people knew you, you had grown under the same sunsets and circumstances. They also knew why you were there, they had only been surprised that they had not seen you sooner. Though not many had seen your presence for months now and that alone was cause for stir and chatter.

One hour turned to two just as two had turned to three. Full pints had become empty passing between yourself and the bar countless times. The innkeeper questioned if it was moral to keep serving you but as long as the coins kept coming then the drinks continued in their place. You kept drinking hoping to find that mystical switch to lighten your heart and join the others’ boisterous existence.

Another drink slid your way just as a gust of cold wind and mist hit your back from the large wooden door that was thrown open behind you. The laughter and shouts died for a moment, the room suddenly becoming a low drone of mumbles as the presence from the door moved further into the room. From the corner of your blurred vision you could see the form dressed in a dark, rain soaked cloak make their way to the back of the tavern, away from the crowds. As they departed the mumbles slowly picked up until the regular volume had returned and filled the room to the walls. Though through the chatter whispers could still be heard around you, all aimed around the person who had forced a wall between the townsfolk and themselves. All was indisearnable to your foggy mind but the presence of the person had drawn you in just as much as the rest. This person was an outsider, a presence not expected among the regulars. Much like your own.

Your eyes couldn’t help but to watch them as they made themselves comfortable in the corner, curiosity finding itself embedded into you. No one approached the cloaked form as it seemed even the innkeeper was apprehensive. Instead the portly man busied himself with the last mug that landed on his bar, polishing a nonexistent fault along the side.

The person slowly discarded their belongings onto the wooden bench beside them, close by and within reach you noted. It was when they slowly lowered the hood of their drenched covering that you finally understood the clear atmosphere shift upon their arrival. The man’s stark white tendrils revealed themselves as they whispered over his shoulders along with the all telling wolf medallion that hung proudly against his chest. You’d told yourself possibly if you were a bit more sober you would’ve guessed his profession quicker by the obvious double swords that he had slung off his back. Though you had never heard tell of a witcher in your village previously, this was no anonymous monster hunter.

This was The White Wolf.

The Butcher of Blaviken.

Geralt of Rivia.

Even through your drunk haze you recognized that your stare was obvious and direct, but you couldn’t help but be entranced. A man of many stories and ballads sat mere feet away and how anyone could ignore that was almost blasphemous. Though from the sneers of the people around you it would seem his presence was not very welcome at all, let alone revered. But it seemed only natural in a room meant to pack away pain and loneliness that Geralt may find himself there. Surely even a witcher felt the pull of like-minded company once in a while.

“I understand that it’s a necessity but really wish he’d occupy someone else’s business” the innkeeper complained gruffly as he instinctively replaced your emptied tankard without another thought.

You slipped another coin across the bar and looked to the man fueling your stupor, “we all have our reasons to be here.”

“Yes but I don’t need any issues in my place of business.”

You looked around the tavern, seeing glares in the Witcher’s direction but not a single person with enough gall to do a thing more about it. These were farmers, merchants, and laborers. None even fit enough to be a soldier. You shook your head in slight annoyance but shifted your eyes back over to the witcher.

“Have we finally hired a witcher for the Gryphon through the pass?” You asked with little interest. A silence followed your question for a moment, a stutter finally escaping out of the mouth of the man beside you.

“A-aye, lass”

You nodded sharply and took a swig of the strong ale, “it’s about god damn time.”

You thanked the drink in your hand for not allowing your attitude or voice to waver, it was probably your only crutch. It seemed to be working just as you’d hoped, giving you a grasp on the parts of your personality that you weren’t even entirely sure you possessed.

You looked over the white wolf for a few more moments, watching as he scanned the room methodically, giving a moment to look at every person whose eyes sent daggers his way. Though the eyes he caught would quickly occupy themselves elsewhere at his sudden attention.

He continued his journey across the room until eventually his eyes landed on your own. They were hard and pointed, the golden hue radiating even from 30 feet away. And although somewhere inside of you shouted to look away, that it was rude to stare, the drunken state of your being dared you to hold his gaze. Dared you to not be the wallflower you were taught to be.

You held each other's eyeline for a beat, almost challenging the other to be the first to break it. At least that is how you viewed it though a more clear mind might have realized how odd it might be for a strange woman to be staring, unblinking, for an extended time. Still you would not be bested in this game you’d forced him into. His eyes left yours briefly as they trailed down your body before reaching back up to your focused gaze. Little did the witcher know that alone had just made the game a lot more interesting for you.

A smirk found it’s way nestled onto your lips as you finally turned your body away from him and back to the bar. Though it may have seemed you had given up on the game, truly you had only just begun. A whole new objective was in your view because that night truly was the night you were no longer holding back.

With another coin slid across the coarse wooden bar you ordered another ale, “for the witcher, a token of good fortune on his hunt.”

The innkeeper looked between you and the coin a few times, truly contemplating if he should have been going along with your request. Both for his reputation and the sake of your own drunken lack of critical thinking. Though coin was coin and he was never one to bite the hand that fed him.

His fingers snatched the beaten up metal from the bar and filled a cup with the warm frothy liquid from one of the casks that lay behind him. Despite his narrow glare he moved from around the bar and made his way to the white haired man in the corner, your eyes following his steps the whole way. A few words were spouted at the witcher before the cup was all but shoved onto the table in front of him, giving him no time to respond or reject the drink.

As the stout man left him alone with a full cup, Geralt’s eyes drifted back over to you. You weren’t sure if he knew it was from you because of the innkeeper’s words or if he had just assumed given your silent interaction, you were just satisfied that you had his attention. With a small smirk in his direction you lifted your own cup in a toast to the witcher from where you sat. The small flame that burned in your lower abdomen was only beginning to be stoked as he returned the gesture with a slight gentlemanly tilt to his head. But if your imagination for the night went as you hoped, there would be little chivalry left for him to give you.

You had heard the baseless rumors of witchers not having emotions, but surely they felt pleasure. And you’d heard through filtered mouths that they certainly gave it just as well. It piqued your interest enough for your inebriated mind to set it’s goal. What a better way to heal your wounds than underneath a man forged and ready for battle. Your already flushed skin brightened and tingled at the thought. The air of danger that kept others at bay only heightened your desire.

You’d left Geralt to sit with the drink for an extended time before making any further move. Your intention was not to bother him, you wouldn’t even hold it against him if he immediately rejected your presence, but as two similarly occupied people you already held common ground.

With one more hefty gulp of your ale you took a deep breath to fill your lungs and your courage before slipping off of the wooden stool you had made yourself comfortable on. The innkeeper watched as you found your clumsy footing, shaking his head at the sight before turning his back to you. He served you your fill but you were absolutely not his problem outside of that.

You leaned over to grab the almost empty cup in your hands. Now that you were standing upright the room seemed to spin just a bit more than it had been before. The chair to your right made a clattering ruckus as you reached for it to catch your balance. A few eyes drifted over to see what the noise was about but the one person you had your eyes on kept his own casted down, not seeming to even flinch at the clamour.

Once you were sure that you would not fall over, you set one foot in front of the other until you found yourself right at the edge of the table where the witcher sat. Still though he didn’t lift his gaze to you and that alone made your confidence falter. But you already laid a foundation for the interaction, you may as well see it through. You quickly swallowed the doubt down and took a seat across from the man, setting your cup gently down on the table in front of his own.

“It’s been a long time since these folk had anything to talk about outside the business of others,” you spoke out casually, albeit slightly slurred.

“Speaking from the receiving end?” He asked, still not bothering to lift his eyeline to your presence. His voice rumbled from his chest, erupting gruffly from his lips in a way you did not expect. You’d heard his voice described as frightful and threatening, a sound foretelling death. And you were positive it held that capa bility but in no story, rumor, or song was his voice ever described as enticing as it truly was. How his tone alone was more intoxicating than anything in that bar.

You caught yourself letting out a short breathless chuckle, “Before you walked in I’m pretty sure I was the topic of the night.”

“Is there that much to speak of?” He asked with feigned interest but you took whatever he gave you.

“Around here there doesn’t need to be more than a whisper of drama. They’ll latch on to anything.” You lifted your mug to take another large swig, “It seems really I should be thanking you, though I’m not quite sure you’d share the same sentiment”

Geralt let out a deep hum of acknowledgement.

“People just fear what they don’t know or care to understand,” you commented, taking a second to glance around the room. There were a few people still muttering amongst themselves while peeking over their shoulder to where you sat with the witcher. You could only imagine what they could be saying but couldn’t be bothered to suss it out nor the capability. They would talk no matter what anyone did, at least now what they spoke about was on your own terms

“And I suppose you dont?” Geralt asked from behind his drink.

“Of course I do, but you can never know everything.” You shrugged, “So why live in that fear?”

The two of you sat without another passing word for a few moments. Geralt certainly did not seem the type to outwardly attempt to carry a conversation, especially given his short responses. Though you felt honored enough that he didn’t seem to be immediately put off by your being there to begin with.

You gave the witcher your name as you brought your attention back to him. He gave you a slight nod but gave no reciprocation, not that it was needed. There wasn’t a soul in there who didn’t know who he was.

“Let me thank you with a drink,” You offered, turning your torso forward against the table. Your chest pressed against the edge of the worn wooden tabletop accentuating the fullness of your breasts above the neckline of your simple dress. The witcher’s sharp eyes drifted up for just a moment, so fast you weren’t sure if your inebriated mind was playing tricks on you given the track your mind was already headed before you walked over.

Before you could think on the moment further, Geralt tapped his gloved finger on the cup in front of him, “You already did.”

He lifted his gaze up to meet yours. Finally finding eye contact you were able to see him much clearer than you had been able to from across the room and you found the event almost sobering. The candle that danced on the table in the stillness between you emitted a soft light, highlighting and shadowing over his features delicately despite his rough surface. The air around the legendary witcher was intimidating enough but to hold the stare of him this close was almost suffocating. His face held fine lines and harsh scars but within that was immeasurable beauty. As if crafted specifically in this way by the gods themselves.

You shook your head slightly, realizing your prolonging stare, “With me, I mean.” You admitted, “And possibly a round of gwent for the company.”

“Sounds like more of a gesture for yourself than for me” Geralt pointed out.

“Humor me, just one drink,” you assured him.

“Are you sure that’s all you're after?” He suggested. A ghost of a smirk pulled at the corner of Geralt’s lips as he locked eyes with you once again. His mesmerising stare digging, pulling at whatever strings you left exposed. Your breath caught in your throat for a moment at his direct implication along with the beginnings of bashfulness bubbling in your stomach.

Geralt wasn’t dumb and a part of you was glad for it but that made it all more overwhelming. The meek girl you held yourself to be threatened to return as you found yourself at a loss. But something in the tone behind Geralt’s rugged voice, his salacious wandering eyes, the whispers in the air all culminated to reveal a power you never felt before. Never had you been in a situation where you felt such influence in the turn of events. You’d obeyed the forces that controlled your life with grace as you had been taught to and it all left you astray or alone. But this? This you had brought upon yourself and it seemed Geralt was just as willing to let it play out if you’d decided to continue.

And with one more glance at the virile man in front of you, oh were you wanting to continue.

“We’ll see when I win,” you willed yourself forward, “unless you’re nervous to lose to a woman.”

“Not at all.”

“Then decks on the table, witcher.” You smiled over at him. You turned your body once more to signal the innkeeper to bring over two more mugs of ale for you and your company. Too much coin had been spent at that point but by now considered it a night of indulgence in many ways.

With newly poured drinks on the table you each set your decks for a game; shuffling before pulling out 10 cards from each to begin the first round. Avoiding a coin toss altogether Geralt offered you the first move of the game, though you wondered if that was a strategy you accepted the turn. You scanned your cards quickly, comprehending each mostly by picture memory as your vision was still plenty hazy.

“I hear you're in town for the Gryphon,” you mentioned casually as you laid down your first card.

Geralt glanced over to your play before looking at his own hand,“Word really does travel fast.”

“Have you had any sightings of it yet?”

“I found it’s nest in a cave north of the fields but it wasn’t home,” He answered, setting down his own card. “How long has it been around?”

Your eyes drifted a little longer on your cards, the words standing out a bit more in a sobering moment. “First victim in town was about 4 months ago. Been a few since then.”

Gerald’s eyebrow quirked slightly. “Board was only posted a couple weeks ago,” he noted.

You let out a scathing snort before you were able to catch yourself. “Then it finally took someone that people felt mattered” you mumbled, playing a card without looking. It seemed to work in your favor however as it took out the cards Geralt had already laid out in a single move.

Still he didn’t falter as he carried on with his next move, “That's usually how it goes.”

You continued the game in a comfortable exchange, only voicing comments on moves or cards. You concentrated a little harder on your plays, ensuring you’d won the first round though Geralt quickly overtook the second. The third round seemed like a perfect storm for each of you. Every card being an equal challenge as the one before. You could have been almost completely sober from the card game if it wasn’t for the drink you’d been nursing to your side the entire time.

Geralt watched you as you took your time deciphering your cards, admiring your dedication. “Where did you learn gwent?” he spoke, crossing his arms over his chest and he leaned back in his chair patiently, “Don’t seem like the gambling or drinking games type.”

You glanced up at him watching you, feeling your cheeks warm slightly at his attention, “You can tell all that, huh?”

He was good at deciphering people and situations, it was such a part of his profession that it was inevitably ingrained in him. You’d just wished your imposter syndrome wasn’t so evident.

“Someone taught me a while ago, never really got to play much outside that,'' you admitted simply, sparing him details. You finally chose a card out of the two left in your hand and placed it onto the table.

Geralt chuckled softly as he leaned forward on his elbows, “So you were trying to hustle me?”

The unexpected drop in his walls and warm laugh lifted your mood immediately in a way you didn’t foresee. Your smile hesitantly grew along with his as you also let a laugh escape your lips.

“Trying?” You teased.

Geralt flipped over his last card and slid it into the playing field. You leaned closer to see exactly what it was. Your shoulders went slack at the discovery of a card that dominated half of the cards you played for the round. With those out of the way it didn’t even matter what your last card was, the last round was over and he’d won by a landslide. Your smile dissipated at the reveal while Geralt’s only grew.

“Trying,” he stated the fact.

With a deep sigh you took your drink and downed the last half of it in two short gulps.

“Hey, slow down,” Geralt urged as you placed the empty mug back onto the table sloppily. Honestly it was probably anything but attractive but you were past caring.

“Well, you won witcher. What will your prize be?” You asked, a smile curling to the side of your lips as you leaned to the table again. Geralt gathered his gwent deck off the table as he looked at you once again. There was something behind his look but you couldn’t quite read it before he stood up, taking you by surprise. Is he leaving?

“I think you’ve been here long enough,” He commented, taking his swords and swinging them onto his back, “I’ll take you home.”

His words excited you. His intentions were to leave with you, you truly were on the same page. You couldn’t help the full toothed grin you gave as you stood to your feet. Once again the alcohol rushed through your body, suddenly making everything move faster than you were. Your eyes could barely focus on the man in front of you before you felt your body tip. Reaching for the side of the table you attempted to catch yourself through a lack of depth perception.

Geralt quickly reached, grabbing your arm before you slipped too far and held you up roughly, saving you from further embarrassment nonetheless. He brought you back up to your feet with both hands gripping your biceps, steadying you straight.

“Look at you,” you giggled, lifting your hands to hold onto his forearms as you found your footing, “Maybe they should give you a knighthood instead.”

Geralt shook his head with no amusement, “You’ll have to ride with me.”

“Is that just an excuse to get closer to me?” You asked with a softer laugh, your hands moving up his arms to rest on his armor clad chest. Geralt moved back slightly from your grasp and moved his hand to lay softly at your lower back. He had no answer for you other than to push you forward towards the entrance of the tavern. You knew people were watching, wondering, talking. All about the prospect that made your body tingle with anticipation. How scandalous this was that the witcher was leaving at this hour with you.

The rain had stopped pouring outside leaving nothing but a cold and damp wind to blow through the fields and against the wooden structures of town. The drinks warmed your blood quite a bit but the chill of night bit at you. The feeling of a large cloak being draped across your shoulders kept the radiating warmth close to your body. Geralt’s cloak was still damp but the gesture itself caught your heart in the middle of a beat. No one had ever done anything so … romantic?

“This is Roach” He spoke gruffly as he led you to a pretty brown mare. You greeted the horse with garbled speech but even drunk you knew respect for an animal.

Geralt hastily untied the painted horse you directed him to as yours and secured it’s lead to Roach’s side. You watched him as he concentrated on the task at hand. It did something for you, there was no denying. The way he moved with such purpose, securing and checking like a list in his head until he finally turned to face you once again. This time he marched up to you, causing you to flinch back slightly as he crowded your body to Roach.

“What are yo-” Your voice was halted. Geralt put both his hands on your hips and flipped you around so your back was facing his chest. The tear between excitement to have his hands on you mixed quickly with the nerves of what he was doing. Your feet left the ground as he lifted you upwards, slinging you onto the saddle until it was just under your stomach.

“Swing your leg over, don’t fall off the other side,” He commanded as he scooped your left foot into his hands, giving you leverage as you brought your leg over the saddle. You gripped Roach’s neck gently to move forward and push yourself into a sitting position. Geralt lifted himself onto the saddle and sat himself directly behind you, his chest settling against your back. The saddle left no room between your bodies but immense amounts of room for your imagination to run wild feeling his hips settle against your backside.

“Which way?” Geralt asked as he reached his large arms around you to grab the reins and move the horses out of the yard.

You curled the cloak closer around your body in the open air of night, “On the outskirts towards Oxenfurt.” Geralt grunted a response behind you and willed Roach to pick up the pace in the direction you had said. As your body moved with the saddle and the world spinning to your vision, you couldn't help but to lean your weight into Geralt for support. He recognized your inability to keep yourself up and dropped his hands to rest on your thighs, ensuring you would not tip sideways off the saddle.

A breathy laugh left your lips as your head lolled to the side, resting your cheek on Geralt’s chest. He had no idea why you were laughing but he wrote it off as just you being drunk without a question. In reality it was how considerate he was being and how it was such a stark difference to what people thought of him. You knew he wasn’t making a pass at you or had any lewd motives behind him scooting ever closer to you, but there was something charming about it. As much as you wished otherwise, however there was plenty of time for that.

The entire ride was silent but you revelled in the feeling of his arms around you and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed slowly behind you. You found yourself growing comfortable against him, how safe it felt with him behind you. You hadn’t quite felt that before.

“It’s the one on the other side of the creek” You pointed out across the bridge. Your home was a decent way away from the center of town. In fact it was the furthest within village limits, made it easier to keep to yourself and not have folks peering into your windows over the past few months. However you did deal with your fair share of traveling merchants knocking on your door.

Upon reaching the small home Geralt quickly lowered himself off the horse and tied both to the stall and overhang that was attached to the side. You patiently waited for him to return to your side, knowing that any attempt to dismount yourself would end with you lying face first in the mud. He used his hands to steady you as you slowly swung your leg back around the saddle and lowered yourself. Geralt’s hands never left your waist until you finally had both feet firmly on the ground. You turned to face him as he finally moved his hands off of you much to your dismay.

“Well,” you said in just above a whisper, “coming in?” You didn’t give him a chance to answer as you turned and started towards the front door. Your heart rate elevated quickly as you realized this was actually happening. You had Geralt just within your grasp, even you’d known you had gone on a limb when you approached him at the tavern…and here he was now, at your home.

Still you stumbled slightly as you made it through the door. Darkness covered the interior making it that much harder for you to keep upright as you used your hands to feel around for matches to light the candles you used during the dark hours of the day. You moved in further as Geralt closed the door behind himself and gave a quick wave of his arm. Suddenly the candles in the room were lit aflame and the room was visible.

You knew it was small and had not been cleaned in a long while with items placed haphazardly around the room. Certainly not in the condition for guests of any kind, even the kind that intended to be gone by morning light, but you’d come too far to be worried about the state of your organization. You doubted Geralt cared all that much either as he barely looked around the room as you tottered back towards him. Sauntered was what you were going for.

You ogled the sizable man that stood in your doorway. How absolutely breathtaking he was despite the clear wear of his clothing and grime that collected on his hair and skin. You could hardly focus on that as you neared him, only being able to anticipate what was underneath all that. By his ease of catching and tossing you around you could only imagine how else he’d use those abilities.

“You’ve probably heard it before but…” you started, reaching your hand out shakily to rest it back on Geralt’s chest. This time he didn’t recoil. You took a breath as you slowly glided it upwards, feeling every inch from his chest to the skin of his neck before finally resting on his cheek. Finally touching the witcher sent shockwaves through your fingers down to your toes.

“You’re rather beautiful” you finished your hanging thought. Geralt had no response as he looked over your body as you moved in closer and closer until you were inches away from each other. You locked eyes, losing yourself completely. Without any further prompt you pulled Geralt downwards to your height and crashed your lips to his hastily. Geralt caught himself on your hip roughly as you pushed him backwards, allowing you to move him back until he hit the door.

Overwhelmed by the sensation and your own lust you didn’t bother to notice Geralt’s reaction to your taking the plunge and making the first move. All you could focus on was the feeling of his hands on your hips, his lips on yours, his beard against your skin, his body towering over yours. Although the alcohol in your system slowed down your ability to think straight still your mind was filled with a million thoughts and feelings.

Your hands moved from his neck and face down to the front of body, finally reaching the buckles of the armor that covered his chest. You fumbled with them as you refused to break away from the kiss that fueled cravings. But suddenly the grip that was once on your body grasped your hands wholly, stopping you from making any further attempt at the fastenings.

Geralt gently pushed you backwards and off of him completely.

“Hey,” he spoke softer than you ever thought him capable of, “I’m not going to sleep with you.”

You were dumbstruck as your mind was still reeling from the kiss, “W-what? Why?”

“You’re drunk.”

You shook your head, “What does that matter?” You attempted again to move towards him. Geralt quickly held his hands to your shoulders, pushing you backwards again.

“Hey, stop” Even through rejection his voice made your heart race. “This isn’t what you need.”

You snorted unattractively at his statement. He had no idea how much you needed this.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to tell me what I need.”

He shook his head, “You’re trying to mask something.”

You stopped all advancement quickly. Mask something? Desire was immediately replaced by defensiveness. How dare he. He knew nothing. Knew nothing about your feelings and certainly nothing about your life. How could he even begin to make such baseless accusations.

“You’re making a big assumption, witcher” You bit. If he was concerned about your intoxication you were certain to be sober now, “You know nothing about me.”

“Who was it?” Geralt asked, not flinching away or even blinking at your sudden turn in tone.

You let out an exasperated laugh, putting even more distance between you and the man as you turned your back to him. “Who was what?”

“Who did you lose?”

The air in the room suddenly turned colder as all movement came to a halt. Even the breath that filled your lungs seemed to escape completely, leaving you utterly empty. How was this possible? How could he guess something like that? Your heart clenched at the flood of emotions you had attempted to escape the entire night.

“My… fiance,” you admitted in a low mutter. Your eyes shut forcefully as you wrapped your arms softly around your body. The immense and staggering feeling of loneliness creeping back into your being. You felt the familiar tightening of your throat that you had felt many times before but not feeling any tears to follow. You had cried all that your body could muster already.

“How long ago?” Geralt questioned softly.

“4 months.”

“From the Gryphon.” It wasn’t a question, he already knew. You realized this wasn’t a revelation to him, somewhere in the span of time you had engaged with him he figured you out. Hindsight it was no big surprise, you were not the first lonely and broken dame he has come across and you were sure not to be the last. He dealt with people and their losses with every contract he accepted.

You slowly walked over to the bed that sat in the corner of the room. Your body no longer having the energy or will to even stand on its own. Geralt however stayed near the door, unmoving from where you had left him.

“My parents all but sold me off to get married, using the dowry as a business proposition for them to sail to Ard Skellig for better work and a better life. It was the perfect set up to leave me behind.” You spoke. Geralt did not indicate any interest in elaboration but he made no attempt to stop you either.

So you continued, “He was my childhood friend. There were never any real feelings between us but he put his own future on the line to ensure my own. I was wholly grateful to him and to have a partner to count on.”

The flood of memories you had fixated on for months returned to the forefront of your mind as you spoke.

“Where are his parents?” Geralt broke up your speech.

“I haven’t seen them since his death. They put a lot of blame on me for it.” Your eyes casted downwards, “He was in the meadows that day collecting herbs. Normally it would have been mine to do but… I wasn’t feeling well that day…”

As you trailed off into silence Geralt finally broke from his static position by the door. Although you didn’t look up at him, you felt his presence make its way towards you until the bed dipped slightly as he took a seat. There was a beat of silence between you until he asked another question.

“Do you blame yourself?”

You clenched the fabric in your lap roughly. A part of you wanted to be angry at the clear invasiveness of the question. But the other part of you ached immensely at his incredible insight.

Now you felt the telltale burn in your eyes. “How can I not?” you whimpered, “If I had gone then it wouldn’t have happened. If I had just been there instead the-”

“Then it may have been you.” Geralt finished.

“Exactly. And maybe it should have been,” Your voice pitched up. “What if that was my destiny? What if I cheated death only to send him to his own?”

You crumpled over, your hand meeting your mouth in an attempt to muffle the sob that made its way out of your body. You had never said these thoughts out loud and now you were spilling out to a complete stranger. All these feelings you had kept to yourself for months all unloading in a heap. And to your horror it was both terribly agonizing and horribly embarrassing.

“Shit,” You choked out through your tears. This night was not going anywhere as intended. Crying to a stranger you had brought home to sleep with was definitely not on the list.

And just as you thought of the unfortunate man that sat next to you, the bed dipped ever so slightly as he scooted closer. The weathered leather of Geralt’s glove grazed your back and rested there just above your shoulder blade. You could tell it was not habitual for him to comfort another but you accepted his attempt, leaning into his shoulder as the tears fell.

He let you stay that way, stroking down your arm until your cheeks were dry. There was no telling how long it was but it was enough for you to realize he was right. You craved and needed the closeness of another soul but not in the way you thought. You would be forever grateful for the therapy Geralt provided you that night.

Your breathing finally returned to normal but neither you nor Geralt made a move to separate from each other. You were content to lean on him, your hands resting in your lap picking at the hem of your dress as you enjoyed the slower than normal beat of his heart in your ear. In turn it almost felt as if he was soothed by the intimacy between you that was completely unassociated with physicality. When was the last time he experienced vulnerability with another person in such a way?

Geralt was the first to talk aloud.

“No one can cheat their destiny,” Somehow in the absence of speaking you had forgotten that deep nature of his voice. And even through the tumultuous night it still brought a flutter to your heart even through his troubling words.

You shook your head, “So this is it?” you questioned. “The village either sees me as a hapless girl or some kind of black widow? I’ve resorted to trying to get a man in my bed just to feel something other than self-pity. This is the life I’m destined for?”

“I’m a witcher, not a fortune teller.”

You stuttered at his quick response but couldn’t help sudden fold in your body as it was overcome with laughter. You were not even sure if he meant it to be as funny as you found it but still the lightness of the comment was exactly what you needed. Your heart warmed as you looked over to the white haired man cracking his hard exterior to share in a soft chuckle along with you.

“Thank you, Geralt.” You placed a hand on his knee as it brushed against your own, “Thank you for listening tonight and thank you for taking the contract. I’m sure you’re not making what you deserve but I’m grateful that you’re here.”

And you truly couldn’t mean those words more sincerely.

Geralt nodded his head at the sentiment and squeezed your arm softly as he moved to stand up from the bed. You watched as he straightened his stiff armor and began to move to the door.

“Drink some water before you sleep. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

“Wait,” you called, slipping off the bed and onto your feet, “Are you leaving?”

“I’m still not fucking you.” He stated candidly.

“No, no!” you forced out quickly, that was definitely not what you were meaning even if it did still sound tempting. “I meant��you can stay here, save the coin on a room. My house is closer to where the Gryphon is. It’s more convenient.”

Geralt studied your face as he thought on the offer. You knew this must have been yet another thing the witcher was deprived of on a regular basis. A real bed outside of the cheap settings of an inn or the hard ground of the outside had to be tempting.

“I don’t have another mat but the bed is made for two people. There’s plenty of room for both of us,” You continued your attempt to convince him. “I promise that’s all it is, no ulterior motives.”

The white haired man still looked skeptical as his eyes moved to look at the bed in the corner. He was leaning more and more into the thought as the silence between you grew. After a brief moment of uncertainty, Geralt finally moved away from the door.

“I’ll be gone before the sun is up,” He stated as his hands moved to the buckles keeping the large swords strapped to his back. You nodded quickly in understandment but still you couldn’t help the smile that made itself across your face.

You made your way back to the bed and watched as Geralt continued to strip down from his armor. Layers upon layers being shed until he stood in just his trousers and a linen shirt, the neckline dipping down to show the expanse of his chest. He looked back to you as your stare never moved away from him.

“Uh..”

“Oh, oh gods, I’m sorry. Right after I just said...” You muttered, moving your hands over your face as you let out an awkward breathless laugh. As you sobered it seemed your shrinking violet personality came to a resurgence. It seemed possible that you were not the hardened woman you wished to be. After the situation it got you in tonight maybe it just wasn’t in the cards and maybe it was for the best.

“Um, here hold on,” you moved to a chest at the foot of the bed. It was filled to the brim with random items but towards the bottom was what you seeked. “I still have some of Stoltald’s things. You can wear this to sleep. It’s clean.”

You held out a simple pair of linen trousers and a tunic towards the man. He seemed hesitant to take it from you but as you held it out further he reached with a nod of appreciation.

You pointed over to the wooden panel in the corner of the room, “I’m going to change behind there. Just for privacy, let me know when you’re decent.”

The house you occupied wasn’t large, it was just enough for two people to move comfortably around and sleep at the end of the day’s work. You moved around the large witcher with your own sleeping clothes in hand. It was hard not to feel the warm blush that crossed your cheeks as you heard the telltale fastenings of Geralt’s clothes being stripped down to be replaced by those he was borrowing.

With a deep breath to calm down your nerves you also changed in the silence. The gesture was purely out of gratitude and good will but you couldn’t deny the anxiety that burrowed into your stomach. This wasn’t the first time you had slept in the same bed as a man, you had slept in this very bed with Stoltald through your betrothal. But even that was different, there was never a time it so much as crossed into the realm of romance or even sensuality. Certainly not how your carnal urges seeked out Geralt.

“Are you done?” You called out. “Yeah.”

You pushed yourself off the wall where you waited and moved from behind the panel. Any butterflies that you were able to contain in your body quickly resurfaced at the sight in front of you. Halting in your step you were met with the witcher clothed only in the pants he was given but his upper body completely naked, exposing his chest and back to the cold air in the room.

Geralt’s body was littered with scars and old gashes, a clear sign that his work was not easy nor painless. But also a sign of his resilience and strength. Especially as underneath the effects of his labor were defined muscles, more than you had ever seen on a regular man. Geralt’s eyes met yours as you finally broke your stare.

“The shirt was too small,” and you could see why, he was built brawn as ever. “I can put on my old one if that is more comfortable for you. It just might be dirty.”

“No, no.” You shook your head maybe a little too fast, “There’s no need, as long as you’re comfortable that way.”

“Are you?” It was a valid question. “It makes most people uncomfortable.”

Wow, the comment was rather egotistical. Did he sleep around that many people like this? And did you seem so innocent or lacking self-control that you couldn’t handle having him shirtless around you?

“I’ve been around half naked men before,” You quipped back. Your sharp tone made Geralt crack a smile.

“Not really what I meant,” Geralt admitted. You quirked an eyebrow in question but as your eyes dipped down to his chest once you almost groaned audibly in humiliation. He meant his scars. He was being considerate that the state of his body could make you uncomfortable. But more than anything you felt bad that it was even a thought he would have. That what he had been through was just another thing people judged him on.

You sighed softly and shook your head again before making your way past him and over to the bed. “It’s a sign of your valor, nothing less.”

Geralt hummed from behind you, seeming happy enough to take your answer and drop the subject.

“Now I’m not sure what hour it is but we should both probably get some rest,” You continued as you crawled onto the far side of the bed nearest to the wall. Geralt blew out the candles around the room before making his way back to the bed where you lay watching his moves. You rolled slightly to untuck the blanket from under you and invite him underneath.

Geralt carefully slid himself into the bed in the open spot next to you, cautious to not get too close and to allow you both enough space. He rested his head on the pillow beneath him and closed his eyes facing towards the ceiling. You, on the other hand, faced him. Only the moonlight bleeding in through the windows providing enough light to still see his face and his ever furrowed brow. You hated to admit the urge you had to brush the white as snow hair away from his face as his breathing slowed to will himself into relaxation. You knew he would never truly let down his guard through the night, you weren’t sure if there ever was a moment in his life where he felt that comfort. But something in you wished you could provide the same comfort he gave you that night. The comfort that would smooth away the creases in his face, untense his rigid muscles, have him feel peace for just a moment.

“Stop staring at me and get some sleep,” Geralt huffed out, his eyes not opening but his tone light.

“Sorry,” you breathed out in a whisper, your lips curling into a sheepish smile. You forced your eyes shut, focusing on the sounds of night to lull you to sleep. The wind against the wooden slats of the house, the bugs in the forest beginning their nightly routine. The slow heartbeat of the man next to you. The deep breaths he took in and out from his nose.

Your eyes slowly peeled open again to observe the witcher. There was no helping it. There was something so utterly alluring about him that it was hard to help yourself. Especially given that the chances of seeing the white wolf again in your lifetime were little to none, especially in such a setting. Nor were the chances very high of being in bed with someone quite this attractive. You hadn’t even had sex with him and you were sure he ruined all other men for you.

Geralt spoke your name firmly, opening his eyes to meet yours. His golden eyes reflected off the moon making them all the more bright and intense.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you quickly spoke, shutting your eyes immediately. He groaned and you felt the bed dip slightly. Geralt moved closer and grabbed your arm, pushing you to lay on your back swiftly.

“What are you do-”

“Turn around,” He commanded. There was no aggression in his tone but it was stern enough for you to not question and only obey.

You flipped carefully on your other side to face the wall and the window that allowed the moon to peak over the treetops. The bed dipped and creaked further as Geralt moved up behind you, his bare chest meeting your back much like it did when you were inebriated on the back of Roach. Except this time you could feel the heat radiating off his body through the thin fabric of your chemise. Your heart just about broke through your chest as the blood rushed to your face.

“Sleep,” Geralt whispered softly in the darkness. His arm snaked around your waist as he pulled you to him, enveloping you in the warmth and safety of his body. He made no further move, no further intentions, just as he had said. His only aim being to hold you until sleep overcame you both.

You hadn’t felt that level of care and safe keeping since you were a child. And quickly you let that warmth take over your body until the moonlight went dark from behind your eyelids.

By morning you were alone, left only with the sensation of the strong arm that wrapped around your stomach during the night and the evidence of another body under the crumpled blankets left next to you. Disappointment washed over you at the lack of the witcher that graced your presence but you knew it was to come. He warned you early enough.

Still, a soft smile grew on your lips as you thought of the witcher, whispering a short wish for luck to be on his side. And also a small indulgent wish that it would not be your last time seeing him. Destiny had not been a friend in this lifetime so far, yet with the fateful meeting of the famed witcher you hoped there was a shift. { Read Part Two Here }

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Strange Side Quests

Geralt of Rivia x (f)reader

- reader is part of my Of Monsters and Men series

Summary: After some fortune teller had given you two a tarot paired with directions to a town. You find yourselves on a new adventure, but is the coin worth it?

Warning: blood and gore, fluff, slight smut mention, reader being a smartass, Geralt loving reader unconditionally up in here; also reader is half human half vampire. Enjoy!

Kicking a rock across the beaten down path until the tiny grey object flies into a nearby bush. You let out a dramatic huff in boredom, how you almost wish Jaskier was traveling with you now to fend off the silence. Then maybe this trek to Vizima wouldn't be so tedious and lengthy, oh if you only knew where that bard had traveled off to. On second thought, maybe you don't.

The surrounding area is forest on both sides, tall trees with leaves turning colors of reds, oranges, and yellows as autumn calls them home to the earth. A brisk wind causes your long dark coat to flap against your legs while you walk side by side with Roach.

The day is bright and beautiful, evening it is with puffy white clouds that scatter across the large blue sky. You absolutely love this time of year on the Continent, and how else would you rather spend your traveling time then with a smelly mare and a Witcher all to yourself.

"We should look for a place to set up camp." Says Geralt, "Looks like it's going to be a cold night."

"For you." You can't feel the cold, however, he does.

Geralt hums, "Then perhaps we could find a way to keep warm."

"A fire usually does the trick. Also no worries, you can use my blanket and coat to keep warm, I'll just sleep naked under the starlight." You add with a telling smirk, eyes glancing over at Geralt who shares a knowing look with you.

"Y/N, you speak dangerously."

You smile, "These are just simple words coming out of my mouth. Solutions to your chilly night problems so my dear Witcher does not feel like an ice sickle. Nothing more."

He snorts, "Yes and the sky is red."

"It could be." You laugh, "I knew a mage once who could turn the clouds green. It was quite something to witness and it was definitely real."

"Well green clouds will not prevent me from shivering if we don't find a place to set up soon."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm on it." You mutter before giving him a wink and shifting into a pack of bats, flying off down the trail in search of a suitable place to set up camp. Somewhere far off enough from the trail where a fire cannot be seen by any unwanted prying eyes, and somewhere that's flat enough.

In no time at all have you located a spot under a thick pine tree not too far away from where Geralt is still riding. Leaving the place at once, you find Geralt again before changing back into your original form to better lead Roach to the area. Thankfully making camp doesn't take too long, because before you even knew it darkness had begun to creep into the valley and away goes your light and the last bits of the suns warmth.

Blanketing the woodland in pitch blackness with lack of even a tiny sliver of moon, nothing but dark sky and earth. Luckily with being half vampire and all, you're able to see in the dark just fine as you would in daylight, the world just appears as cool blues and greys with lack of firelight. So here you are now, on stick duty to keep that fire glowing so Geralt doesn't get cold and start whining about it.

With arms full of dry sticks, you start heading back to camp without incident until you take a step into the firelight that's illuminating a small glow around the tiny camp. A silver sword is sent mere inches from your face, you stiffen before sending a raised brow at the golden eyed man behind it.

"I presume you thought I was a monster and haven't all of a sudden decided it's time to cut down your dearly beloved...Correct?"

Geralt immediately brings the sword to his side, face flashing with annoyance for himself, "Correct. Maybe I'm still a little jumpy after last night's debacle."

You set the pile of sticks next to the fire, "Oh right, that one drunken dipshit who walked right into camp looking for somewhere to piss. Fucking idiot couldn't tell his left hand from his right."

"Next time we don't camp next to merchants no matter how nice they are, I honestly thought you were about to cause a murder." Teases Geralt as you sit down across from him, "You were very close."

"And let's not forget about you huh." You add, tone light and playful, "As soon as that fool stepped out from the trees you had your fists at the ready. I was very impressed. Quite the fast reflexes you have...like a rabbit.....a big one."

He simple rolls his eyes, "I wasn't expecting it.....clearly."

"No, and clearly you're still a bit tense."

Geralt tosses a stick in the fire, "Apologies my love, I didn't intend to point a sword at you."

"The silver one at that." You point, "My arch enemy of human weaponry. The cause of my kinds pain and demise, besides the sun of course...and werewolves."

"Silver." Says Geralt, "For monsters, which you are not."

You tilt your head, raising a brow at him, "My red eyes say otherwise. Maybe subconsciously your inner Witcher is always ready to take me out. Hence why you snatched up your silver blade and not the steel one."

Geralt shakes his head at your teasing, "It's what I was cleaning when I heard you walking back..."

"Ah! So you knew I was walking back, and yet you still drew your sword on me." You point a finger at him, before setting it down while your brows furrow, "Was that a test?"

"A test?"

"Yes. Did you do that deliberately to see if I would do something about it, the sudden sword in my face?" You ask, knowing he did it accidentally though you're having too much fun egging him on about this.

"Well we weren't training, so no."

"Are you certain?"

Geralt blinks slowly before muttering a blunt, "Yes."

You lean back onto your hands, "Yeah alright......so, cold yet?"

"Not at the moment, but I'm sure I'll be soon enough."

You smirk, "If only you were half vampire like me, oh the worries of men are lost to the wind with my life. I have not a care in the world with who I meet or where I go, it's the world who is cautious about me passing through it."

"I am writhing with envy." Replies Geralt bluntly, voice obviously sarcastic.

You nod, "Understandable. You're not as fast, strong, or cunning as I, thankfully you have your fighting skills and bodily muscle to keep you alive. Also you are an incredibly attractive man, but that only gets you so far." You send him a wink.

He forces himself not to crack a grin, "What's that cunning to say about you? Your half vampire, in love with a Witcher. That's quite the predicament wouldn't you say?"

"It is. But who was the one who fell first for the other here? A Witcher is supposed to slay all monsters. Aren't I part monster?"

Geralt's expression turns oddly serious and sentimental as he looks into your gaze, "You are still no monster to me."

"Well, I think I like that answer." You add, "I must have just found the right Witcher when I needed him most."

"Maybe you're right."

You let out a laugh, "You're allowed to say destiny. The word is not going to slap you in the face like an angry whore for speaking it this once. Destiny Geralt. Destiny."

He doesn't say a thing for a long moment until he finally shrugs before saying, "Fated circumstance."

You cackle with laughter, falling onto your back as you hold your stomach from laughing so hard. Geralt just shakes his head at you, smile apparent while you try and regain yourself.

"Fated circumstance?" You repeat, "My gods you're something else.....and all mine."

He smiles at that before glancing from the bunched up blanket next to him then back to you, "Were you serious about sleeping naked?"

"Only if you'll indulge me for some physical pleasure. Just a little."

He raises a brow, "A lot?"

"A lot works too." You nod, standing up on your bent knees as you take off your shirt, "Just keep that sword over there, I don't fancy getting burnt by that silver shit before I climax. Kind of ruins the mood."

He sets his shirt on the grass, "We wouldn't want that. Not at all." ——

Crouched down by a burnt tree off to the side of the path, you poke at the crispy squared chunks of bark that break and crack when your dagger touches it. From behind, you can hear the thump of Geralt's boots against the grass as he dismounts from Roach.

His footsteps approach, as do the mares. Geralt's dark boots stop at your side. "Feels like magic."

You purse your lips together and hum, "A mage practicing fire magic perhaps? That's supposed to be banned..who's to say anymore, some mages do as they please with little regard for others. Hmm, all I smell here is burnt wood and squirrel."

"I was hoping you'd say it was just a storm."

You stand to face him, "It was just a storm."

He gives you a deadpanned stare, blinking slowly, "Lets just find wherever this tarot leads us."

"Oh that thing! Right." You mutter before walking around to Roach's side pack and pulling out the tarot. "This here." The tarot shows a shimmery red background with four rocks floating in a circle around a wooden staff and two purplish white lighting strikes printed on opposite corners of the card. Whatever the hell any of that means.

Geralt's golden eyes trail over the mysterious markings, "The name that woman gave us what was it again? Vizla...Vezlo...Vizeth...something like that I think?"

You shake your head at him, "Well it's certainly a good thing I'm here. None of those were even remotely close."

"Alright then what's the name?"

"Vizima."

"I was close."

"Knowing the actual name would get you far, knowing a variation of the name would get you five leagues in the wrong direction."

Geralt shakes his head at you, "Alright then, do you remember what that old fortune teller told us?"

Flicking the tarot, you nod, "The old fortune teller said we must head to Vizima in search of the towns only mage where we will get all our questions answered." You add with a dramatic flair of your hands, “Then she made her windchimes move on their own, however I cannot do that nor do we have windchimes.”

"She didn't say where this mage is, now did she?"

"First off, if I was to say a random name would you have believed me?"

Geralt opens his mouth but pauses for a moment as his brows furrow in thought, "Depends on how convincing it would sound."

"Well it doesn't matter because the cranky old bird didn't say shit about where this so called mage of Vizima is. So, all we gotta do is ask around which shouldn't be too hard if the place only has one mage."

"Right. This town can't be that big if its in the middle of a forest."

"Right. Easy hunting." ——

"And don't be comin' round here you fuckin' red eyed pointy toothed bastard!" Shouts a bearded round faced tavern owner as he spits onto the mud, "We ain't tellin' you not a single thing ‘bout that mage or his whereabouts in the north end!"

You lend the potbellied man a humored grin as you nod, hands folded behind your back, "Ah wonderful, so it's a he and he roams the north district somewhere around that area huh, very good." You send the angered man a wink, "You have been so inadvertently helpful so thank you and your kind heart for that very very much."

He scowls before glancing at the two biggest men standing in the small market crowd off to the side, they nod in silent mutual understanding before walking towards you. Unsheathing a sword each, faces dirt smudged and less then friendly.

You raise a brow at them, "Oh well come on now I'm just a defenseless woman trying to get some answers." They keep walking, you take a step back, "Okay guys must we do this? I mean I didn't even bring my dagger, can I at least have a stick?" You ask before the curly haired one swings his sword at you.

In a blurred flash have you practically disappeared from his grasp while he swings at nothing but air. Both him and his blonde friend whip around to face your smirking face. You give them a wave, "I really don't see how killing me will do any good. I’m fantastic if you haven’t just noticed and Geralt would miss my lovely face and even lovelier lady par..”

Blondie circles the blade in his hand threateningly, "No one bothers our mage. That's the rules."

You throw your hands to the air in bewilderment for how this whole interaction is going, "Made by who? The mage?" The blonde begins running towards you, he swings but you're gone in a flash. Standing casually off to his right, "That's not very social of him. How's he going to meet anyone new?"

"He don't like meeting anyone new." Grumbles the curly haired man as he takes a bold step forward, "And we don't like outsiders. 'Specially a half demon like yourself." He spits onto the muddy ground in disgust yet again.

You grimace, "Unnecessarily rude. You kiss your mother with that jabbering pie hole you call a mouth?"

He chuckles darkly, "Don't have no mum." They both start taking cautious steps closer, intent to kill apparent.

"oh that's nice, guess no one's going to cry if you're bleeding in the dirt then." They don't have a second to speak as you've already thrown them to the mud covered marketplace. Swords flung across the matted sludge as they both groan and moan in pain.

You turn to face the man who summoned them, his eyes are wide as he locks gazes with you, you take a step towards him while he takes a step back. You stop and tilt your head at him, "Where is the mage? Exact location in this shitstick of a town and you'll keep your cock for another day because don't worry." You hold your hands up, "I don't like to kill people, however I will maim and cut choice body parts off."

The man points left, "N-north district, tallest house there, you can't miss it."

You smile, fangs prominent as you show off your pearly whites to the nervous man, "Now that wasn't so hard." You then give a little nod, "Good day." You add before walking off to find your wandering Witcher, and by the scent of him he's a little ways past all the popular taverns.

When you finally spot him by a stall selling all sorts of shiny nick nacks and beautiful jewelry, he's standing there trying to understand a dwarven man speaking in the thickest accent from wherever he is you've ever heard. By the looks of it all, Geralt's nod getting anywhere.

Approaching his side, you set a gentle hand upon his right armored shoulder when he gives you a warning look until he realizes it's just you. You hand him a grin, "Making friends are we?"

"No." He grumbles out.

"Buying me something pretty then?" You tease, "Something big and sparkly for a royal lady of the court, a stand out admirable gem. Fit for a princess.." You lean in to whisper, "..which is what I am. I believe I deserve it, by law and by my blood." You are the daughter of the vampire queen after all, however that doesn't get you far with this type of crowd.

Geralt raises a brow, "And what would you do with a.." His golden eyes wander over the table of jewelry then to the hanging necklaces as he reaches a hand out to hold one dangling from a hook, "...one of these?"

"Wear it. What else would I do with it?"

He lets it go, "Alright. Oh I had forgotten, we don't have the coin."

You press a finger into his leather armored chest, "You don't have the coin."

He smiles a pursed lipped grin at your theatrics, you're just stalling to find that mage since you have a deep rooted love/hate for them in general. Geralt removes your hand from his chest, "Another time." He says before looking at the dwarven man, "Not today, we have somewhere to be."

"Oi yuh relvy? Wecha beva couym ack." He rambles with a nod. Both you and Geralt wander elsewhere, leaving the jewelry stand to round a corner and talk to one another somewhere quieter.

The two of you face each other, "You found where the mage lives didn't you?" Implores Geralt as your brows furrow.

"Did you understand a single word that guy said?"

He takes your hands with his in an attempt at getting you to focus, "Y/N, I know you found where the mage lives."

"How would you kn.."

"That vendor was exclusively selling silver jewelry."

You open your mouth to speak but stop and look off to the side, "oh." Your eyes wander around the vendor lot until you face him again, "Hadn't noticed."

He holds back a grin, "Now where is the mage?"

Your face falls as you then show off a scowl, "He is located in the north district, yunno only big pointy tower in the whole section? Oddly resembles an erect penis, that one?"

Geralt snorts, "Yes I remember seeing it."

"I like to think every mage held up in their prick tower is a reflection of their own personal attitude...which is they're all pricks and we cannot trust them." You point, "Most of them at least."

Geralt nods, "Yes. Now let's go find this prick. Shall we?"

You cross your arms and look from him to the path ahead and then back to him again, "Fine. But you're knocking." ——

Thud. Thud. Thud.

You stand off to the side, arms crossed defensively while your snowy haired Witcher knocks on the giant mahogany door covered in vines, using the doors metallic gargoyle head to create such ruckus. Staring back at him with its two dark beady stone eyes and ugly little face, you wish to punt this doorknocker into a pond.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Geralt releases the gargoyle head and takes a step back, soon the twisted vines guarding the massive door move like snakes before receding from their post up into the doorways overhang. You can hear footsteps on the other side when they halt abruptly at the entrance way, whoever it is remains unseen. The door shimmers a sapphire hue before rippling colors of lapis lazuli as a blurred body forms from within.

Out pops a tan skinned elven boy, glancing curiously between the two of you with his big opal eyes that flicker with every color of the rainbow. "I am Fyrn of the Nimnar Valley. Welcome Geralt of Rivia, the Witcher....and Y/N of Alcatraz, daughter of the Vampire Queen. He has been expecting your arrival."

Both you and Geralt share a mutual look as you then take a threatening step forward, "Does this he of great mysterious title have a name?" The eleven boy simply smiles, he nods, fingers folding together as his eyes trail from Geralt to you.

"He does. But only he can tell you. Now please, come with me." Directs the elven boy Fyrn as he then disappears into the enchanted door. Fucking mages and their magic entranceways.

"Ladies first." Teases Geralt as he points a hand like a polite butler. Setting a hand upon your hip, you tilt your head at him while he simply shrugs, "I knocked first."

Shaking your head at him, you push him back when he makes an attempt to go forward so that you disappear first into the shimmering door of sapphire. Geralt just holds back a laugh while he follows you through the magic door.

After a brief trek to the mages chambers on the second floor, Fyrn knocks on a door of pure oak with strands of gold woven in clusters here and there. Nothing is heard on the other end until he speaks a word in elvish, only then does the door open. He ushers you both inside and just like that does he vacate the area.

Leaving you and Geralt in a giant study filled high with books to either side and a ginormous stained glass window on the center back wall depicting a beautiful woman with wings of black webbing spread behind her. She stands on a bed of skeletons, one arm filled with roses as the other holds delicately a dagger resembling yours.

All around her are colors of purples, blues, reds, and blacks; footsteps are heard on your right, you turn to see the owner. A man as tall as Geralt stands in long robes of dark reds and blacks though his body is noticeably leaner. Hair black, beautiful and long, eyes the color of fire embers he smiles at the two of you warmly. You take notice of an obsidian staff in his right hand, you immediately tense.

The mage rests a hand on his heart before directing it towards you two as a form of greeting, "This is a good day indeed. I have awaited your arrival for many moons and countless suns, I am glad you are here at last." Speaks a soft velvety voice, this mage looks more like a pretty elf then anything human.

"Why has our tarot brought us here?" You ask, "What do you want?"

He smiles, "I will tell you shortly. In the meantime I believe I owe you my name...I am Saraphim of Vizima, mage to this lovely residence and all her people within." Lovely people may be a stretch.

"Very nice." You interrupt, "Now, the reason for us being here? Why the fuck did some fortune teller say Vizima and this here tarot shows us these sticks and shit? Also why us?" You ramble when he brings his hand up to shush you.

"A Witcher knows how to handle a magical situation out of my grasp. However a creature such as yourself can kill it like a deadly adder....especially someone with your kind of gift." Says the mage Saraphim knowingly, "You have what is needed to kill a certain kind of being where it stands, and save countless life in the process."

Geralt grumbles, "Enough with the riddles and mysteries tell us what you want and why our tarot led us to you?"

"There is a rival mage hiding like a coward in the ruins of Vaska three miles east of here, she has stolen a prized artifact of mine and to protect herself has created a golum. If you kill this stone monster I will reward you greatly, and if you are able to kill the mage I will reward you tenfold." Presents Saraphim as he wanders to the center of the room to open up a book laying on a large table holding other various magical type trinkets and other things.

"We'll do it."

He raises a brow at your quick words, "As I expected so."

"Now answer us this." Says Geralt, "How are we to properly kill this creature? They can't be killed by simple swords and arrows."

"No. No they cannot." His ember eyes trail over to you, "You know who this winged woman is?" He looks up at the stained glass.

Your eyes study the colorful piece, "I assume you're going to tell me."

He chuckles lightly, "She is the Vampire Queen, your mother."

"Her hair is longer." Why are you not surprised?

"So it is. I have heard stories of her, fantasized about walking in her court and claiming a title of mage of Alcatraz, being by her side." He says breathless, eyes turning back to you as he snaps back to reality, "Those were just childish fantasies of course. A court of vampires would be no good company for me, so here her beauty remains...and here you stand. Most certainly a close image of her greatness."

"Well I'm certainly not going to fuck you if that's what you're thinking."

Saraphim's eyes widen in embarrassment, "Oh no, no, you misread me my dear princess. I simply admire your mother's great influence and power...you see, I admire the beings of your kind. They are exquisite creatures who walk this Continent, the rulers of the night, beings of beauty and power." He takes a step forward, "And you, you are the most powerful of them all. Half human, half vampire, you walk like a wolf amongst sheep. Never to be broken by the sun.."

"Yes yes I'm very flattered, and a tad weirded out. Now what do you actually want of me?"

Saraphim takes a step back, "May I see your tarot?" You nod before quickly fishing it out of your leather gauntlet and handing it to him. "You see here? The lightening bolts, yes?"

"Hard to miss." Mutters Geralt, feeling a bit more protective over you even though this mage means no ill intent for you. Nor does he appear to be attracted to you.

"Yes good. Well, as it turns out. In order to destroy a stone golum crafted by a witch, wizard, or mage...only lightening magic can do what is necessary."

Geralt's brows furrow, "We don't posses such power."

Saraphim points to the lightening before handing the tarot back to you, "The gift I was speaking of earlier, Y/N's dark gift.." He gives Geralt a quizzical look like this white haired man knows a thing, the Witcher simply hums while the mage nods at this, "..every vampire or dhampir is born with a dark gift. For some it is taking the form of a beast, perhaps manipulation of a humans will, or to read the minds of others. For Y/N here, she needs no magical training..."

"Lightening." Geralt's eyes are on you in a second, "How could I have forgotten?"

You shrug, "I never need to use it.....well apparently until now."

Saraphim smiles, "Precisely. Now can you two do this for me is the final question I ask? After all that I have said?" ——

Throwing a pine cone in the air as you walk beside your Witcher and Roach, you catch the thing once again, completing your rhythm as you go. An almost annoyed scowl marked onto your features while you take a second to breath from your ramblings about the unfriendly tavern goers and the mage. Who has summoned you two for this quest.

You throw the pine cone into the bark of a tree, "Can you do this for me? He says, can you do this because I'm too much of a lazy little fuck to do it myself. Oh, my pretty robes, oh no ahh dirt get it away from me." You add dramatically, flailing your arms like a fearful maiden as you regain your composure, "What do we look like? A courier service for monster hunters?"

Geralt laughs from atop of Roach, "He wants this done for the safety of Vizima, these old ruins are sacred ground to them. And anyways, we need to kill the mage and bring back the artifact."

"He can kiss my ass."

Geralt hums, "He was kind, and seemed to have good intentions."

"He's a loner obsessed with vampires."

"Everyone has a quirk."

You throw him a look, "Yeah alright and what's yours oh great and mighty Witcher who doth know it all?"

"You tell me." Counters Geralt with a friendly smile, enjoying when there's a given moment to challenge you.

"Hmm. Let me see here, oh I know, for one you talk to that horse whenever I'm elsewhere. Oh and you always pat down your bed before laying down..ha like a cat.....and you always stand a bit in front of me when you think I need protection."

"Do I?"

"Yes. Clearly I can handle myself, however I find it adorable so I don't mind." You admit as he shys away with a small grin, golden eyes trained to Roach's leather reins in his gloved hands.

"Hey I think we're at the ruins." He looks up to find an opening in the woodland, a large overgrown field with massive broken chunks of grey stone placed methodically about. Like they are a far off memory of castles long ago.

He clicks his tongue for the mare to halt, "I believe you're right." He then slips from the saddle to stand next to you, "I'll tie her up and then we'll find this damn golum."

You nod before slipping into the woodland in search of some viable sign that a golum is indeed here and not just a dramatic fabrication of a paranoid mage. You walk over some roots jutting out of the earth before kneeling behind a square hunk of stone covered in patches of moss.

In no time does Geralt find himself crouched down next to you, sword out and ready while his golden eyes scan the area ahead. It's not anything too out of the ordinary by any means, the ground is large and open with knee high grass. Stone placed around like they could have been either religiously settled there or are the aftermath of hundreds of years of abandonment.

There is not a place around where a suitable house for a hidden mage could be found. Geralt nudges your side, "Can you see anything I can't?"

"No."

"Smell anything odd?"

"Besides Roach all I can smell is grass and bird shit." You mutter, "Let's get a closer look. Maybe Saraphim was fucking with us just so he could meet me."

"Maybe." Says Geralt as he looks to you, "Have you ever seen a golum?"

"No, just gargoyles. The two are very different though even if they're both creatures of stone." You add, "However I don't think golums can be reasoned with." You stand and jump over the stone edge as Geralt follows suite.

You stand in the knee high grass with him a few feet away by your side, sword at the ready while his eyes trail over the ruins. You look over at him, "I'm going to take a look around, give me a minute and I'll tell you what I see." The Witcher gives a mutual nod as you shift into a pack of bats.

The dark winged creatures flap and squeak as you navigate your way through the old ancient ruins. You fly quickly past downed trees, more field, and a plethora of other ruins with a single one imprinted with a strange marking on it. Revealing a pyramid with two sticks coming out of the top making a v towards the sky. Whatever the hell that means.

Geralt waits patiently where you left him, eyes and ears cautious for trouble as he spots your pack of bats flapping through the ruins headed for him. Soon does the pack lower for the ground as a black mist engulfs them resulting in your beautiful face greeting him yet again.

"See anything?"

"Nothing of any significant but a weird rune I've never seen before. Other then that I really am starting to believe that mage was fucking with us." You mutter before picking up a rock, "I mean, we should have seen a golum by now right? They're made of stone, sticks, and magic..not to mention are fucking huge. How the fuck have we not seen one yet!" You shout in frustration before launching the rock into a large boulder.

The grey object explodes, leaving a small dent in the stones side from the force of your supernatural strength. Geralt drops his hand to his side, "Maybe shout that louder next time."

You scowl at his sarcastic tone, "Alright Witcher what do you got?"

He leans the sword against his shoulder, "Saraphim told us a bit more if you remember.."

"I do.." You pause as your gaze diverts from his, "..maybe I don't because I was too interested in his collection of troll skulls."

Geralt hums, "Well he said in order to wake a golum who's asleep, which I'm assuming is in our best interest here, it must be shot with lightening. A lightening rod and a storm is in order for this to occur, however we are lucky enough to have you."

"Right. Right I knew that, I remember now..it's all coming back to me." You nod as he gives you an unconvincing look, "Now where is this golum huh? So many boulders and ruins here, a stone beast can't be that difficult to find. It's literally a tall humanoid made of stone! Fuck this!" You shout, deep irritation flowing through your body as your fists clench.

Geralt sheathes his blade before walking over to rest a hand on your shoulder, "Maybe the one stone with the rune is our golum. Lead us there and that's where we'll start."

You take a breath, "Alright. It's this way." He follows your lead until you stop at the huge boulder appearing rather unassuming in the grass.

He stands off to the side while you ready your stance a couple yards away, "This better be the fucking golum." You grumble before closing your fists and opening them again to purple flashes of lightening crackling in your palms.

Geralt hides halfway behind an old tree as he watches you bring your hands together before yelling and throwing your arms towards the boulder. Lighting kisses the air as it crackles across the short distance to the stone before crashing into it.

Stone breaks and flies away from the point of impact as you call more lighting to the area for a couple seconds more until you close your fists again, dissipating away the lightening. Breathing a bit heavier now, you tilt your head curiously at the unmoving boulder of rock.

You turn to face Geralt across the small grassy field, "What do I have to do to wake up this damn golum! Tickle it?" You open your mouth to speak more when a crumbling sounds from behind you.

Geralt's golden eyes widen as he steps into the opening, you twist around to watch as a ginormous stone golum creaks and crumbles to life. Standing at around three elk high; the monster appears humanoid with its big stone body. However it's facial features must have been half-assed in the crafting process, as it's face is a pebbly mess.

Whatever it has for sufficient eye sockets trains itself onto your puny form, the stone snorts a dusty mist of dirt as it takes a single step with its huge boulder of a leg. The ground practically shakes as you take a cautious step back, the golum stops and stares down at you.

"Uh Geralt." You mutter nervously, "What do I do now?"

"It can only be killed by a lighting strike."

"Just one?" You swallow as the golum studies if you're friend or foe.

"Three strikes."

Your face falls as you turn your head to then glare at your Witcher, "THREE? THREE FUCKING STRIKES?" You can't help but shout. He's about to answer you when a groaning roar pierces the air, you turn to face the golum. Anger clear on its big ugly face.

The stone beast takes another thundering step forward, man sized arm swinging down towards you right after to wipe your tiny life from this plane of existence. Anticipating this, supernatural reflexes have you standing next to Geralt as the golums huge paw swats nothing but tall grass where you once stood.

The Witcher gives you a double take when he realizes you're right next to him, "Y/N?"

You give him a glance, "What?"

He nods towards the grumbling golum of confused angry stone, "Kill it." You send him a bewildered look as the stone humanoid starts walking closer.

"And what are you going to be doing? Sitting back on a bed of flowers as a forest nymph feeds you grapes naked?"

"Preferably yes."

You shake your head at him as the blundering golum raises its arm to kill you two, in a blurred flash is Geralt and yourself safely atop a tall overturned boulder. "Fine then you handsome cunt I'll do it myself, stay here and don't get killed." He feels the ghost of a kiss as your body materializes into a pack of bats.

In seconds are you swarming around the annoyed golum while he raises his heavy rocky arms to do some damage. Not making any apparent contact with a single bat, the golum becomes even more enraged and roars. Put off by the sudden belching scream of lion-like fury, you vacate the air before materializing on the ground a few feet away.

"Look here you fucking piece of birdshit! Hello there! That's right pay attention to me, just me." The golum takes a step towards you, "That's right, let's go. You and me!" He throws a hand up just as you launch a crackling burst of lightening straight into his center chest. He yells mightily, staggering back like a drunken fool.

Geralt watches from a safe distance as you jump with excitement, he's subconsciously smiling at your theatrics when you land another blow to the pissed off golum. Then just like that do you throw a bolt of electricity straight through the stone monsters stomach. It groans miserably, holding its hollowed out tummy as it then breaks apart where it stands.

Smiling victoriously down at the crumbling stone, Geralt finds himself by your side, "Nicely done." He praises with a genuine grin at your impressive feat.

"Yes I know." You teasingly boast, "Now lets find that fucking mage."

A stick snaps. Out from the woodland does a woman with tangled grey hair step into view, a staff of ebony in her left hand. Eyes of light blue almost glow as they trail from Geralt to you and back again. She smiles grimly, "That was my guardian. Why have you strangers come into my territory?"

"A mage has sent us in search of something you have stolen." Answers Geralt truthfully.

A flicker of hatred flashes through her pale eyes, "Saraphim." She hisses with malice, "And he has sent me two hunters to do his bidding. Clever, last time he sent a party of mercenaries that didn't last longer then a wolf's cry. Nonetheless you will not leave this place with the Neh'tza sephira."

An enchanted stone? That's what the mage in Vizima wants, whatever gets you coin then.

"Hand us over the magic rock and you keep your life."

She scowls at you, staff pointing in your direction, "I think not you undead halfbreed."

Your crimson eyes darken, in a blurred flash do you disappear before halting all movements a few feet to her left. Your hair and clothing sways when you stop to look at the mage. She stands there, eyes wide in shock as a waterfall of blood flows out of her slit throat. Her staff falls to the earth.

She sputters and gags, gasping for breath that never comes while her hands try desperately to stop the bleeding. It seeps through her fingers as you clean your dagger in the grass. Geralt races to her side, "Where is the sephira!" He shouts as she falls to her knees.

He kneels down as she smiles a sick grin, blood still trailing down her neck and hands as it stains her clothing and the grass below. She gargles on broken words of hatred while you walk over to his side. She eyes you fiercely. You point the tip of your blade at her temple.

"I'll make it a quick passing if you tell us where it is. Point to it if you must." She simply slumps to the ground, hands still around her bloody throat as she chokes on laughter.

You unsheathe your dagger before kneeling down to rip off a piece of her clothing's fabric, standing once more, you drink in the scent. Blinking, your eyes gaze up at the woods to find an aurora of her scent leading the way. Perfect.

You glance down at the dying mage, "Sorry about that.....and uh, don't haunt this place or I'll have to kill you again." She smiles a bloody grin up at you before releasing her hands from the slice in her skin. Blood oozes out, the sweet scent causing you to almost drool. She knows what she's doing.

Geralt, eyes flickering between the two of you quickly stands to grab your forearm, "Y/N. Let's go." Your eyes snap up to meet his, "Lead the way." He says, doing all he can to prevent you from ripping the mage to shreds from a sudden spell of bloodlust.

You swallow, "Right. The magic rock." Leading him away towards the forest as your vampiric instincts fight internally within you to stay and feast. Gods the things you do for coin. ——

Bursting through the doors of Saraphim's study, he jumps, dropping a book onto his desk before whipping around to see what all the commotions about. Once his ember irises fall upon your self assured face and that of Geralt's, he relaxes once more.

"You two have survived." He says almost surprised, "This is most fortunate news. Do you have what I asked?"

"Do you have our coin?"

He nods, "Of course." Eyes set to the elven boy by the door, "Fyrn retrieve our friends gold they have rightly earned." The opal eyed boy bows respectfully before disappearing down a hallway.

Saraphim looks expectantly at the two of you, "May I see this object for myself, I must know it is safe and true."

"You mean this magical rock?" You hold up a black sack, undoing the tie as you pull out a rock with a peculiar rune engraved into it. "It's not much but stone."

His eyes light up with excitement, "So you have." He takes a couple steps forward before hesitating, "May I?" He asks.

You hold out the rock, "Please. We've dealt with enough rocks for awhile, I don't care why you needed this and I certainly don't care for an explanation into whatever the fuck this artifact does for you." He takes the rock as you cross your arms, "We'll be satisfied with our coin and gladly to never cross paths with you ever again."

"Very well, I will not bore the lady dhampir and her Witcher of Kaer Morhen any longer then necessary." Agrees the dark haired mage as his elven apprentice walks into the room, "Oh good, Fyrn would you give them their dues."

The elven boy hands each of you a sack of coin, big enough to fit nicely in the whole extent of your hand. You throw the sack up, catching it soon after as you then shake the sack to hear the distinctive jingle of coins. "Very nice indeed."

"Yes." Says Geralt, "It was a pleasure to meet you Saraphim, but we must be going now. Good day."

"Yes, good day and goodbye." You add with a wave of your hand, feet already leading you towards the door.

"Safe travels." He calls after, though you've already made it down the hallway.

What a trip that was.

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sillyrabbit81 · 3 years

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Hi dear

I'm a big fan of your writing, especially the way you write Sy. Love it. If you are still taking prompts, I have one.

How would Henry and his characters react to having an Erectile dysfunction?

I think that topic is not being discussed enough.

🖤🖤🖤

Thanks for the ask Anon. I was having trouble with this ask so I discussed it with @henryobsessed and we worked on it together. To be fair, she did most of it! If you haven’t read any of her work I suggest you visit her blog and take a look at her Masterlist . She is a great friend and has a wonderful perspective and a unique style. I love her!

@henryobsessed here I have to interject and have my say too, I loved this request, it was so much fun finding creative ways to discuss a delicate subject. And for the record I may have done more characters but @sillyrabbit81 wrote more words per character HAHAHA. You are a wonderful Friend and Cavill sister you inspire and push me to be myself and I cannot be more grateful. That being said have fun reading guys 😊

Summary: Situations in which Henry and his characters suffer erectile dysfunctions

Word Count: approx 3k

Warnings: smut, masturbation (m), oral sex (m and f receiving), anal play, p in v sex, bad medical advice, incorrect use of prescription medication, bodily fluids, period sex, drunk sex, Dom/sub relationship, descriptions of violence and death,

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Erectile Dysfunction Headcanon

Henry Cavill

Henry had been filming for months and now he was headed home for a week’s break. You sat there waiting in the tinted people mover, as Henry was ushered to the car. Lights blinded you as the door opened, he climbed in, and smiling a weary grin, he pulled you into a big bear hug. He missed you so much.

That night, he fell into your arms in a passionate embrace. You had both craved each other, missing one another’s touch. As the night progressed, you noticed things were different. For the first forty minutes you were ecstatic, he had bought you to orgasm three times. Your body was super sensitive, but every time he seemed to be close himself, the phone would ring, indicating someone needed him. You had switched it off after an hour, having enough, and wanting his undivided attention.

Henry had managed to stay hard, but after an hour and a half, it was beginning to be painful for you, and he seemed no closer. Eventually, he flopped beside you, drained from the physical exertion.

“I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s like I’m right there, but I can’t let go.”

You brought him into your arms, and caressing his back said, “Don’t worry love. It will be ok. Just give yourself a day, and maybe we can shut your phone off. I think the stress it is causing you might be a big part of the problem.”

He huffed at the thought. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe.” He sighed and soon you heard soft snores spilling from his lips.

Walter Marshall

It had been a long day, scratch that a long month. Walter had been working day and night to catch a serial killer. That night as he came home, he couldn’t forget the latest victim. What they had found had turned his stomach. In all the years he had been on the force, nothing could have prepared him for what they found that night.

Arriving home he collapsed on the bed, he was so physically exhausted, and for once sleep immediately consumed him. He woke nearly twelve hours later to the smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee. He groaned; he had forgotten it was his two-year anniversary with you. Walking into the bathroom he washed his face, staring at the blood shot eyes reflected back at him.

“Come on man, get it together. You promised her,” Walter tried to fire himself up. It was no use, he was spent. Sighing, he walked into the kitchen wrapped his arms around you and breathed in the soft floral scent in your hair. For the first time in days, he felt a spark within himself, and although the horrific images still played on his mind, he felt a slight peace. He kissed your head, relieved, something could still reach him, something was still good. “Happy anniversary, love,” he growled.

After a wonderful breakfast, Walter sat on the couch with you and the two of you cuddled while watching a movie. His eyes kept sliding shut, his exhaustion made worse by his full belly. His fatigue became even more apparent when after reaching your hand beneath the blanket, you could not bring his flaccid muscle to attention.

Normally this situation would turn heated quickly, you had a way with your tongue that often had him begging for more. But Walter couldn’t get rid of the images in his mind, the battered and dismembered bodies, and the fact they were no closer to catching the killer weighed most heavily on his thoughts.

After half an hour of you trying to arouse him, Walter said in a resigned voice, “Sorry love, I don’t think I can.” With eyes that spoke of immense pain he looked at you and asked, “Could we please just cuddle? I think I need that more than anything right now.” In that moment he knew you were the one for him. He had expected huffing or crying because you thought you weren’t good enough or you asking him to please you. Instead, you had adjusted your position, so he was tucked into your body, holding him close while your hand stroked his curls.

A calm filled his soul as you whispered, “I am here for whatever you need my love. Rest now.”

Captain Syverson

You were just about to turn the light off and go to sleep when you heard the front door open with a crash and heard a rough curse. You grin, Sy was home and wasn’t sober. You knew what that meant, rough, wild, primal fucking. You quickly turn the light off and hide under the covers, well acquainted with the game, you knew how to play your part.

“Where are ya, woman?” Sy’s voice boomed at your bedroom door. “Don’t think you can hide from me. I’m hungry!”

You peek out from under the blanket, Sy had turned the light on again and was quickly undressing. You lick your lips, watching your big furry ox as he dropped his jeans, and his cock was revealed already on its way to being hard. Turning suddenly, he saw you, and you yelped covering your face again. “I see you woman, don’t play shy!” You giggle nervously, excited, your core already dampening with arousal.

Sy pulls the covers back and smirks as he sees you’re already naked waiting for him, “You’re a cheeky little thing ain’tcha?” You bite your lip, opening your legs slightly, inviting him in. Grabbing your ankles, he pulls you down the bed and gets on his knees. A low growl emanates from his throat before he dives between your legs feasting on you with an eagerness that brings you swiftly to your peak.

Licking at his lips and sucking on his glistening whiskers, he stands up pumping his cock getting it ready. Your brows pull together, puzzled, he’s always hard when he eats you out. You don’t have time to dwell on it because he’s soon ready. Sy flips you onto your knees before he enters and begins his assault on your core.

Something is wrong though, you can feel him falling out of you. Did he cum already? Sy mumbles curses, pulling out and you turn around and see him fisting himself again as he slips his fingers inside you. In a few moments he is hard again, removing his fingers and replacing it with his cock. You sigh, relieved, as he builds his rhythm, and you hear him start to groan. But soon, it happens again, and try as he might he just can’t stay hard.

“Fuck,” Sy growls. You turn around and see the look on his face, a mix of frustration and embarrassment that melts your heart. “I think I drank too much Sugar,” he says, running his hand over his short hair. “Fuck. This hasn’t happened… Fuck!”

“Hey!” you say sharply to get his attention.

“What?” Sy replies just as sharply, but he doesn’t look at you.

“It’s fine, Baby,” you assure him. You see him jut his jaw and you reach up and cup his cheeks, making him look at you. “It’s ok. You’re just a little too drunk,” you smile and give him a soft kiss. “It happens.”

“Not to me it don’t.”

“It’s not forever,” you say. “Come on, let’s go to sleep. I’m sure it’ll be back normal in the morning.” You kiss him again and pull his head down to whisper in his ear, “maybe you could wake me up like you did last week.” You pull back and smirk raising your eyebrows.

Sy grins, still a little sheepish, but there was a hint of mischief in his eyes again, “You’re a good thing, Sugar.” He kisses your forehead and says, “I love you.”

Geralt of Rivia

Geralt had never in his life had this happen before. The bar maid who had eagerly agreed to keep his bed warm on this cold winter’s night, gaped in confusion.

How could it be? She thought, All the myths about Witcher’s said they were virile and could last most of the night. She had been consumed with the thought ever since The White Wolf had arrived in the area and was quick to accept his offer to take her to his bed. She was bitterly disappointed and pouted at Geralt. Her sweet, plump lips alone should have been enough to make his cock stand, but tonight it lay unmoving, and useless.

That blasted sorcerer, it must have been him who had cast a curse on Geralt. It could be the only explanation for his inadequate showing. Looking at the poor wench beside him, Geralt pitied her. She had been most eager to satisfy his needs tonight, giving a valiant effort to arouse him. No matter, he had other ways to enjoy bringing her to the height of pleasure. Granted he didn’t normally concern himself with their needs as his own normally coincided with theirs. But tonight, his fingers, and tongue would be adequate until he broke the curse and returned to give her what she truly deserved.

Mike

The party had been epic, the drinks flowed, pot was smoked in abundance and Mike had managed to capture the attentions of a wonderful long legged blonde beauty. She helped him back to her apartment and his heart rate raised as she slowly stripped him, leaving him in all his naked glory. Laying on the bed he watched as she did a strip tease for him, her perky breasts bouncing as she jiggled her ample peach in his face.

But something was wrong, the situation was right, she was right but… he held his hand out to the two or was it three beauties before him. One took his hand as he guided her to sit in his lap. He caressed her as they kissed, his tongue violating her mouth with as much enthusiasm as his inebriated self could manage. Even with her grinding against him nothing happened.

“Shit” he swore.

The girl frowned and her lips seemed to move in twisted patterns which stilled again before she snickered. An evil cackle reverberated in her throat and her face twisted into that of a demented creature. “Can’t get it up, boy?” she taunted as she continued to laugh. She collected his clothes and managed to push him out of her bedroom and into the night. Standing in the cold with only his briefs covering his body, he stumbled as he began his walk of shame home.

August Walker

August Walker was hands down, far and away, the greatest lover you have ever had. He was the only man who had ever been able to keep up with you, your average session lasting for four hours. He was able to cum and get hard again faster than any guy you had ever been with too.

But being with August meant following The Rules. There were many Rules, rules which governed how you would dress when you saw him, how you were groomed, how you were to address him and when you could contact him. There were punishments too, but you had been a good girl, never broken any of his rules, so you never gave the punishments a thought.

One of the many Rules was absolutely no snooping. He said it was for your protection as much for his privacy. You didn’t know exactly how August made his money, but you assumed it had to be from some sort of illegal activity. So, you obeyed this rule as you did the others until one evening after a marathon session, you realised you got your period. You were shocked August hadn’t said anything, clearly he had continued to fuck you while you were bleeding. You started opening his bathroom cupboards searching for a tampon or pad or something, hoping you wouldn’t have to stuff your panties with toilet paper until you got home.

You opened the cupboard behind the mirror and were surprised to see a pill bottle with little blue tablets. You recognised them and after checking the label and confirming it you were speechless. August used Viagra? But, it didn’t seem possible that he would need it, his stamina was out of this world… unless…

“What do you think you are doing Petal?” August said from the doorway, a box of tampons and a towel was in his hands.

Quickly recovering your senses, you grabbed the box and towel out of his hands and kissed his cheek saying, “Looking for those. Thank you, August.”

Quicker than you thought possible you were bent over the counter, cheek pushed into the stone benchtop. “You found my pills,” August said coldly. Leaning his body over yours, his weight pushed down on you, holding you in place as he kicked your legs apart. You muffled a cry as you felt him hard again against your ass. “I don’t need them, for most women, Petal. But for particularly slutty, insatiable, cock hungry brats such as yourself, it’s a necessary assistance.”

“I didn’t mean to pry,” you murmured, hoping he would take pity on you. Tears welled in your eyes as his finger pressed against your ass, forcing your tight muscles apart and you cried as he entered you. “I’m sorry, August.”

“My dear sweet, Pet,” August grunted as he violated you with a second finger. “If you aren’t sorry now, you will be.”

Napoleon Solo

Napoleon had been watching the siren from a distance all night. Her lithe body commanded all around to her attention. After she finished singing her call to the night goddess, he made his move. Two drinks in hand he set his sights and went in for the kill.

The two danced, drank and now were in her apartment, laid out on her bed he was happily pleasing her, mouth buried between her delicious thighs. His tongue flicked expertly over her button bringing her to climax, exciting his body, he climbed forward and for the first time that night claimed her lips. They kissed passionately until something changed, his mind grew foggy, and his cock deflated.

“Aww, is the great Casanova having trouble?” she laughed her sweet siren song changing to a bitter retort. His confused eyes tried to fix on hers as she began to distort, her last words filling his gut with fear. “Don’t worry love. I’ll take good care of you Napoleon Solo.”

Clark Kent

Clark was in college and his new friend Tommy was egging him on to take Crystal out for a date. He couldn’t understand why the cheerleader wanted to take him out. He wasn’t anything special as far as she knew, but she had been flirting with him all week.

Dinner was nice and Clark was surprised when Crystal suggested they return to her share house for dessert. Nervous as he was around her, he was pleased when after ice cream he had allowed her to talk him into a make out session in her room. They had only been in the room a few moments when he had felt strange. They had been kissing, it was enjoyable, but his stomach had begun to feel off and he felt unusually tired and weak.

The more they kissed the more frustrated he was to realise he wasn’t getting a rise out of his little friend. He noticed a pendant hanging on the wall near her bed, the green stone glowed eerily at him giving him a bad vibe. After a few more moments he politely excused himself, saying he must have eaten something off. Clarke murmured apologies and gave promises that he would call her and he left. Strangely, by the time he left her house he felt better, as if he had never felt ill at all. He was only a little upset that he had ruined his chances with Crystal, something about that pendant made him hope he would never see it again.

Charles Brandon

Charles sat in the apothecary rooms, wondering what he had gotten himself in for. The King had recommended him when Charles confided in his friend of his problem.

“So young man, why are you here?” the old man asked, his face kind but stern.

“Well, I’ve been having trouble, when I pee it burns and well, I can get an erection, but it deflates quickly and sometimes I cannot get one at all. I’m also having abdominal pain.”

The old man chuckled. After examining the affected area, he turned to his wall of potions. Pulling together some salves, and powdered herbs he turned to address the Charles. “Here, rub this on the affected area twice a day, and drink this tea three times a day.” The apothecary paused and said with a grin, “And finally, give the ladies from court a rest for a bit, you will regain your vigour again.”

Shame and chagrin filled Charles as he pulled his coverings back over his privates. Taking the medicines, he snuck out of the room trusting that no one saw him, and hoping against all hope, that this would work.

Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock sits back in satisfaction, marvelling at his new invention. Based on some literature he read from the America’s he perfected the design and made it fit himself perfectly.

Having commissioned the glass tube and rubber attachments, the contraption worked by winding a small handle, creating the necessary suction to create a vacuum, pooling enough blood into his cock to make it erect. By placing a rubber ring at the base of his shaft, he found he was able to maintain an erection for approximately thirty minutes. He could even bring himself to orgasm by his own hand.

It really was a delightful invention. Now, he just had to find that little vixen of a maid and see if it worked with her too. Perhaps he should try and use her mouth first.

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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A Surprise to be Sure

Pairing: Geralt/Fem!Reader

Words: 5761

Summary: You meet Geralt and Jaskier on the road and have a lovely little adventure in the kingdom of Temeria.

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, explicit descriptions of violence, TW mentions of rape, SMUT, 18+

A/N: It’s here y’all, my b-day Geralt fic! I’m really happy with how this turned out and could honestly have published it without the smut, that’s how much I love this fic. It is definitely going to be part of a series so I hope you all enjoy! (PS I love writing Jaskier way too much and could honestly just do a full series of him having random misadventures all over the continent!) I’m tagging @navybrat817 because I know she loves some Henry Cavill

Jaskier had been belting the Fishmonger’s Daughter for the past 30 minutes, and Geralt was ready to murder him.

“Must you insist on shouting our position to every living creature in a 5 mile radius?” He hissed at the bard.

“List, my grumpy, hoar-headed friend. I need to be sure my voice is in top form if I’m performing at a royal ball. Now, you’ll feel better if you sing with me, Oooh Fishmonger, Oh Fishmonger, Come Quell your Daughter’s Hunger!”

“I’m going to feed you that damn lute before we reach the castle if you don’t shut up. I can’t listen to this for three days.” The Witcher growled under his breath. He couldn’t figure out why he had agreed to accompany the irritating man on his journey, but the man always managed to convince him to go along with his stupid plans.

“Now, Geralt. You know you secretly love my singing. After all, how many jobs has that little song of mine rustled up for you, eh? Stop being so grouchy.”

He gave him a grunt. “Fine, can you at least sing something else?”

“Ah, but of course, my large, angry friend. Eh hem, You think you’re safe, without a care…”

“Gods, not that one.”

“Well, there’s no pleasing you is there. Ahh, what’s that noise?”

A feminine shriek split the air, causing a flock of birds to take flight only a few feet from the pair of riders. Roach of course didn’t mind, but Jaskier’s mount almost threw him, causing Geralt to smile.

“Gods, see, this is why I hate travelling on these creatures. Give me a nice coach ride any time. Come Geralt, let us see what fair maiden is in need of our assistance.”

“Our assistance?”

“Well, your assistance. C’mon Geralt, a damsel in distress, this is the perfect material for a new song.”

Geralt followed the idiot as he rode towards the sounds of distress, determined to keep him from getting himself killed. He didn’t really like getting involved in petty issues of the realms but knew that Jaskier lived for these tiny adventures.

They came upon you, surrounded by five men in soiled armor. Your cart had a broken wheel and was sinking into the snow and mud. One of the men had you pinned in the back of the cart by your neck as he buried his other hand in your skirts. The other men jeered at you as they kept their watch.

“Look Geralt, a fair maid waiting to be rescued, what could make for a better song? Ho there fellows, stop your raping or you’ll have to deal with my cantankerous companion here.”

“Move along, bard this doesn’t concern you.” One of the soldiers growled at Jaskier before spitting to the side. “Or, wait your turn and we’ll let you and your pal have her when we’re done.”

“Ah, Geralt, I’ll let you take care of them. Make sure to draw it out, a long fight always makes for a better song.”

“Oh, fuck this.” You hissed, pulling out the stiletto you had hidden in your skirts and gutting the man who was restraining you.

Jaskier turned his head and vomited as the man’s intestines seeped out of him and he crumbled to the forest floor. You flung your cloak off your shoulders as you drew the obscenely large longsword you had concealed beneath its folds and chopped off the hand of the next soldier who came charging at you before plunging it into his chest.

“I don’t know, bard. Seems like the maid has things under control.” Geralt grinned at his companion once he had finished emptying his stomach.

You wrenched the blade free as the two unhorsed soldiers rushed you. One of them tossed his own dagger at you and you used your sword to whip it back at him, catching him in the throat. You brought up your dagger and crossed the blades you were holding to catch the sword of your fourth opponent. You managed to loop the dagger under his hilt and wrenched the sword from his grasp as you let the momentum from his attack carry you the two of you backwards, flipping him over your head until you were straddling his chest. You gave him a small smirk as your drove your dagger through his eye.

“Shouldn’t we be doing something?” Jaskier asked as he watched the bloody show with abject horror painted on his face.

“What would you suggest bard? The woman seems to be able to handle herself, and I can’t say these soldiers seem particularly deserving of assistance.”

The final soldier had dismounted and was now striding towards you, twirling his sword around like an idiot peacock. You scowled at him before pulling a massive crossbow from beneath the packages in your cart and shooting him in the shoulder.

He went down with a soft grunt and you strutted over to him, crossbow slung over your shoulder and dagger twirling through your fingers. You tutted at him like you were chiding a naughty schoolboy.

“Oh, Abbett, what did you do with the money? I certainly hope you have it on you. I don’t feel like trekking through this frozen forest digging for it.”

“You cunt.” The man spat at you. “We fought those bloody Nilfgaardians to keep these farmers safe and warm. The least they can do to thank us is give up a few bloody coins and their daughters.”

You shot him again in the leg and he let out a scream.

“One more time, Abbett, the money? I can’t give those poor girls their maidenhoods again but maybe their families can offer a dowry to make them good matches.”

“Argh, bitch! It’s in the saddlebags.”

“Excellent! See, not so fucking difficult, and you saved me the nasty task of gelding you!” You took a few steps forward and shot him through the eye as you went to examine the horse and find the stolen coins.

“Ahem, hello, madam! I am Jaskier the Bard and this is my companion, Geralt of Rivia! Would you join us on our journey to the capital of Temeria? You seem like a lass with stories to tell and I’m just the fellow to put them to song.”

“Jaskier, shut the fuck up.” Geralt hissed at him.

You whipped around to the two of them and pointed your crossbow at the Witcher. “Fuck, I almost forgot about you two. Well, you’ve given me a bit of a conundrum boys. I was counting on there not being any witnesses here. These vagabonds are still wearing the king’s colors after all, and we’re close enough to the capital that that could prove to be a problem for me.” You had started to unfasten the bodice of the gown you were wearing, desperate to get out of the confining layers of cloth that had comprised your disguise. You revealed an outfit of bleached leather and furs that clung to your body.

“Oops.” Jaskier murmured, giving Geralt a sheepish grin as he raised his hands in supplication. “Geralt, friend, maybe you can talk to our new companion.”

“Right, listen, we don’t care that you just slaughtered five of the king’s soldiers, though I’m sure upon closer inspection they’ll be shown to be deserters. And as we have no desire to bring any trouble down on you, we’ll just be on our way.”

“Wait,” You called after them, tossing the rags of your gown onto the abandoned cart as you saddled your horse. “If you’re heading towards the capital, I’ll join you. I have some deliveries to make before I get out of this god-forsaken country, and that way I can keep an eye on you.” You gave them a grin as you rode up the hill to join them. “I can think of worse company than a bard and a Witcher.”

Jaskier shot a grin back at you as you joined them. “Ah, finally someone who will appreciate my talents. Tell me… um..”

“Y/N”

“Y/N, lovely, do you have any requests?”

Geralt groaned internally at the thought of being stuck with two singing idiots for the journey but was cut short by the sound of multiple bows being drawn.

“Fuck.”

“That’s far enough you three.” A captain in shining armor commanded as you came into view of a mounted regiment of king’s soldiers, accompanied by about 100 footmen who all had arrows trained on you. “What do you know about several groups of dead king’s men that have been found in these woods.”

Geralt shot you a look of reproach over his shoulder as you pointedly avoided making eye contact, examining your fingernails like they were the most interesting thing on the continent.

“There’s another group of dead soldiers in the clearing back there, captain. Looks like we’ve found our culprits.”

“Oh, just wait a minute. My grouchy friend and I were just passing through when we came upon this lovely woman being set upon by these supposed kingsmen. Granted, we considered dispatching them ourselves but our fair companion had things well in hand. Seems like she was doing your jobs for you.”

You and Geralt shared a groan. “Shut up, Jaskier.”

The captain gave a snort of derision. “You want us to believe this pretty thing has been besting the king’s chosen troops on her own for months? Take their weapons and restrain the Witcher and the woman. The bard can sing us some songs to pass the time as we travel. We’ll save this for the king to sort out.”

You gave a heavy sigh and started handing over your blades. Jaskier’s eyes started to bulge as you continued pulling smaller and smaller knives out of an increasingly absurd number of hiding places, until there was an impressive pile in front of the soldier who had been tasked with collecting your weapons.

Geralt was less forthcoming in turning over his weapons and didn’t really start until a spear prodded him in the back. He was gazing at Renfri’s blade when the captain lost his patience, and the butt of the spear whipped across the back of his head, knocking him cold.

“Put his blades with the rest of it.”

Geralt woke up with his face buried in your hair and let out a groan at the throbbing in his skull.

“What the fuck?” He lifted his head, squinting against the sun reflecting off the new fallen snow.

“Good morning, Witcher. Apparently this type of restraint has been proven to limit the ability of the restrained to extricate themselves from their bindings. You missed a fascinating lecture on it as they were tying us up.”

The two of you were bound face to face on the saddle of your massive black courser. Your arms and legs tangled around each other and wrapped in an intricate series of knots. He started trying to wrench himself free, but only succeeded in bringing you even closer to him as he let out a grunt of frustration.

“Look at the two of you, so cozy.” Jaskier rode up with a grin on his face, strumming his lute. “Do not worry yourselves, my violent friends. I am currently working on a plan to extricate the two of you from this predicament. I have the ear of the captain.”

“Are you going to annoy him to death Jaskier? Maybe if you sing that damn abortion song enough times, he’ll release us just to be rid of you.”

“You wound me, Geralt. The name of that tune is “You Think You’re Safe” and you’ll be happy to know that the captain is enamored of my talents and has asked me to regale him and his officers at their meal tonight.”

“Ah, good for you Jaskier. Make sure to sing the ‘Fishmonger’s Daughter’ I hear that’s a favorite of the troops.” You smiled at him, throwing him a wink.

“Oh, I knew I liked you, Y/N! See Geralt, it isn’t so hard to appreciate what I bring to the table. Thank you for your advice, sweet lady, I will be sure to take heed!” He rode off, humming to himself as he tuned his lute.

“Why would you encourage him?” Geralt growled in your ear, still fighting against his bonds.

“Ah, Witcher, you need to relax. I’m sure Jaskier’s plan will work out just fine.”

“The bard is an imbecile, the day I trust myself to any plan of his is the day I resign myself to a slow and painful death.”

“Well, be that as it may, if you don’t stop struggling, we’re going to end up in a very uncomfortable situation.” You said, giving a gasp as another jerk of your bonds brought you indecently close.

“Fuck.” He let out in a hiss, resigning himself to waiting for a better opportunity as a lock of your hair blew into his face, smelling of pine and turned earth “I don’t suppose you have any sort of plan of escape, since it’s your fault we’re in this situation.”

“Geralt, I do apologize that you have ended up in my mess. I’m so sorry that the war with Nilfgaard has caused unprecedented levels of desertion, and that the cowards that have runoff have been terrorizing and robbing the smallfolk. And I’m sorry that the king failed to listen to the pleas of his people, who had to pool together the last of their coin to contract me to come in and relieve them of their problems. But yes, this mess is entirely of my own making, and nothing to do with the colossal mismanagement of the realm of Temeria.”

“Hmmph.” He grunted into your hair. “So how are you getting us out of this mess?”

You gave him a snort. “Don’t worry that pretty head of yours Witcher, something will work out.”

“Alright, dismount.” One of the lieutenants ordered, leering at the two of you. “Hope you two have enjoyed today’s ride. I hear they’re already constructing a gibbet for you in Vizima.”

“I see the royal council has decided to do away with even the minimal farce of a trial then.”

Two soldiers had started to undo the maze of knots binding you and the Witcher together and you gave a hiss as blood started to flow back into your legs.

“An attack on the king’s army is an attack on the king. No trials for traitors to the crown.”

“You do know that neither of us are citizens of this kingdom?” Geralt asked him. “You can’t betray a monarch you don’t serve.”

“Pssh, a minor inconsistency. The king can’t be seen as soft during wartime.”

“Oh, of course not.” You murmured as the soldiers dragged you off your mount and led you to the prisoners’ tent that had been erected next to the officers’. The same intricate raveling of ropes and knots started again as they bound your upper bodies to the poles in the center of the tent. You could hear the beginnings of revelry in the officers’ pavilion when they left you.

“Well, now what?” Geralt asked you, pulling against the bonds at his wrists.

“Just, have a little patience.” You chided him, leaning against your pole in as relaxed of a pose as you could achieve.

“You did hear that they plan on executing us once they get us back to the capital?”

“No, Geralt, I missed that.” You spat at him as you heard Jaskier start to sing and gave a small smile. “Excellent, let’s hope he leaves the good stuff until they’re well and drunk.”

“What are you talking about, Y/N?” He asked you, still trying to wrench himself free.

“For fucks’ sake, give it a rest. Apparently the royal knot tyers are the only members of this army who haven’t fallen lax in their duties.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Just give it a half hour and we’ll give you a chance to get out all the pent up aggression.”

“So you do have a plan? Any chance you want to let me in on it?”

“I think I’ll leave it for a surprise.”

The two of you sat there listening as the sounds of drunken celebration filled the camp. It only took 20 minutes for the revelry to reach a dull roar, and a smile crept over your face when you heard the first refrains of ‘The Fishmonger’s Daughter’.

“Ah, Jaskier, perfect timing.” You muttered.

The song started speeding up and spread through the regiment. You heard the soldiers start clapping along and seized your moment, bending your legs and driving your back into the post you were bound to at each clap, starting to shift it out of the ground with each drive of your shoulders.

Geralt finally seized on your idea and joined you in wrenching his post out of the ground. Within a few rounds of the song, they were loosened enough for you to drag them out of their anchors, causing the tent to collapse around you. You slipped your bonds over the ends of the posts and unraveled yourselves. Geralt gave you a look of appreciation as you hefted your post, flung the folds of the fallen tent off yourself and whipped the post around to take out the two guards that had been posted at the entrance.

“Well, let’s find our weapons, shall we?” You said, giving him a grin.

Apparently, your appraisal of the army had been accurate; you ran into minimal resistance as you made your way to the weapons tent and managed to knock out the only sentries you encountered before Geralt had a chance to react.

“Ah, my babies.” You said to yourself as you started resheathing the ridiculous number of knives you had accumulated for yourself, kissing each blade before you returned it to its rightful place.

“How can you possibly be comfortable wearing all of that steel?” Geralt asked you around a grin, watching you tuck a dirk between your breasts and wondering how you managed to not cut yourself.

“I’m a woman traveling the continent alone, Witcher. I’ve found that the element of surprise is my friend, and there’s nothing quite as surprising as an unexpected knife between the ribs.”

He actually laughed at that, strapping one sword to his back and one to his hip as you hefted your crossbow and loaded it with a bolt before heading back out into the snow.

You were met by the surprised faces of a drunken group of soldiers who were wending their way through the tents, arms around each other as the slurred the lyrics to their favorite song. You shot the first through the chest as you drew your longsword over your shoulder and you dropped your crossbow to the ground, slashing the second across the face before they finally regained their composure and sounded the alarm.

Geralt drew his blades and clashed with three of the remaining soldiers as you grappled with the other two. He managed to drive his long sword through one of their chests before the other two had a chance to converge on him and he struggled to drive them apart with his fists to allow himself room to maneuver. One of his opponents went down suddenly with a dagger through his throat and Geralt threw a look your way to see your first opponent down and missing an eye as you drove your knee into the chest of your second opponent, driving him into a post as you brought your sword around and ran it across his throat.

Geralt threw his assailant over his shoulder and rammed his blade through his chest as you let out a shrill whistle and hefted your crossbow as the sound of hoofbeats rose through the camp. Roach and your courser came charging around the bend suddenly and you latched onto your steed’s mane and swung yourself onto his back as Geralt vaulted onto Roach’s. You turned suddenly and led him back towards the officers’ pavilion as drunken soldiers did their best to pursue you.

“We almost forgot the fucking bard!” You grinned at him as you hopped off your horse and slashed through the back of the officers’ tent. You emerged seconds later with a terrified looking Jaskier, who you tossed over the back of your mount like a sack of potatoes before leaping up behind him and kicking your steed to a gallop.

“Either of you want to fill me in on what the fuck is happening?!” Jaskier shrieked as he bounced around.

The two of you ignored him as you rode on. You set a punishing pace through the whole night, not looking back until you crossed the river into the kingdom of Redania as the sun rose and you finally allowed your horses to slow their pace to a walk, dismounting to give them a rest.

“If my lute is damaged, I’ll never forgive you.” Jaskier whined as he inspected his instrument, hobbling along as he tried to adjust after the unceremonious thrashing he had taken during the ride.

“Jaskier, a little thanks should be in order. Y/N and I did save you from a rather nasty execution after all.” Geralt grinned at him as he walked beside you, Roach nuzzling him in the shoulder as he patted her snout.

“I told the two of you, I had the captain’s ear, I would have been able to talk us out of any trouble.”

You gave him a snort as your courser butted his head into yours, begging for his own pats. “Jaskier, you would have been strung up right beside us. Just think though, this little adventure has the makings of a great song, eh? I’ll buy you a nice hot meal and a bath at the inn we’re coming up on.”

“Well, I’d never say no to a bath. How close is this inn?”

“Just over the next hill.”

You arrived within an hour and made arrangements for the horses as Jaskier headed in to arrange rooms and meals for the three of you.

Geralt and you headed into the inn and you grabbed the two of you the largest mugs of beer you could arrange before joining Jaskier at a table and tearing into the trencher of bread.

“So, good news first.” The bard said. “I arranged for nice, hot baths for all three of us, in addition to our meals. The only thing is, they only had two rooms.”

Geralt let out a groan at that. “Fine, bard, I guess the two of us are sharing accommodations for the next few days then.”

“Aah, well. I figured, with you two having grown so close during our little journey, that you wouldn’t mind sharing the much, much larger room whilst I make due with the tiny, lonely room myself that I’ve already had them unload my things into.”

The two of you shot him equally reproachful looks over your mugs of beer as a barmaid arrived to let him know his bath was ready.

“Ah, splendid. Well, you two enjoy your breakfasts. I’m going to take a very long nap after my bath and I’ll see you this afternoon, or maybe even tomorrow.”

A whole roasted chicken arrived and the two of you tore into it without a word, polishing it off quickly as you hadn’t realized how famished you were.

“I’ll arrange for them to bring up the hot water for baths for us.” You told Geralt as you stood up and stretched, downing the last of your beer.

“I’m fine without.” The Witcher grumbled at you.

You gave him a derisive chuckle. “If we’re bedding together for the two days it’ll take for the horses to rest up, you’re bathing yourself at least once, I don’t need to smell everywhere you’ve been in the past month.”

He gave an uncomfortable shrug of his shoulders as he followed you upstairs. It had been a while since he’d spent the night with a woman he wasn’t paying, and there was something about you he found disarming. Endearing, but disarming nonetheless.

“Ah, at least there’s two tubs.” You said gleefully as you entered the room. A group of attendants arrived a moment later, carrying four large buckets of steaming water between them that they emptied into the copper tubs before taking their leave.

You started by pulling off your supple boots and Geralt turned his back as he began to unlace his jerkin. He heard you give a soft laugh behind him. “Are we really going to pretend like neither of us have seen a naked body before, Witcher?”

He whipped around at the amusement in your voice. You had removed your corset and sleeves and were down to nothing but a thin linen tunic on top. He tried not to stare at the shape of your breasts moving beneath the fabric as you worked at unlacing your breeches. You shot him a wicked look through your lashes as you moved your fingers back to unstrap the multiple sheathes that had been hidden beneath your bodice.

He did his best to ignore you as he ripped his jerkin off over his head. He made easy work of his tunic and breeches and sank into the tub while you were still working on undoing the intricate trappings of your hidden arsenal.

“I really don’t see how you can be comfortable in all of that Y/N.” He chided you as you removed the final straps and drew your tunic over your head before shimmying out of your breeches. He did his best to keep his eyes occupied elsewhere as you stepped into your own bath, hissing at the heat.

“Comfort is a matter of individual preference, dear. Oh, that’s wonderful.” You sank into the water with a sigh and dunked your head under before coming back up with a gasp.

“So, you going to tell me how you ended up with a warhorse, enough steel to equip a small band of thieves, and the strength to wield a tentpole like a damn quarterstaff, or is that something I’ll have to guess at?” He asked as he dumped a bucket over his head and ran the water through his hair before shaking it back out and splashing you, making you yelp.

“I think I’ll keep that my little secret for now, Geralt. Maybe if you buy me a few strongales over the next few days I’ll regale you with my tale of woe.” You let out a sigh as you felt your muscles relax. “Maybe I’ll get you to tell me your history as well. I hear the Redanians have a liquor that will light your chest on fire and make you forget the seasons.”

He gave a laugh and settled his head back against the tub. “You think you can outdrink me girl, you’re in for a nasty surprise… fuck.” He hadn’t heard you leave your tub and sat up startled when you crawled into his, sloshing water over the sides.

“Oh, Geralt, you’ll find that I’m full of surprises.” You said before pressing your mouth to his softly and giving a gentle sigh.

He got over his surprise quickly and wrapped his arms around you, pressing you to him fiercely as he growled against your lips.

You gave him a small laugh as you moved your lips down the line of his jaw to his neck, running your teeth along his collarbone before nipping at him softly as your hands moved down the plains of his chest, dipping below the water to take his cock in your grasp. He gave you a satisfying moan as you did so and you began sliding your hand up and down his length slowly as you raised a small bruise on his shoulder with your mouth.

He bucked his hips up into your hand as you increased your pace and you moved your other hand below the water to play with his balls. You leaned against his chest and gazed up at him with heavy lids as you watched him come apart under your ministrations.

He arched his back and gave a heavy moan as he came in your hand and you grinned against his chest as he softened, planting soft kisses along his throat as he came down and his breathing slowed.

He swallowed thickly and grinned at you before scooping his arms underneath you and lifting you out of the tub easily, making you shriek with glee before he dropped you unceremoniously on the large bed and pounced on top of you, nuzzling himself into the skin below your ear as his large hands skimmed down the sides of your torso before coming to rest on your hips and kneading them, raising bruises on your soft skin.

He brought one hand between the two of you and ran his fingers through the soft hair of your mound before rubbing them between your folds, making you arch into him as you let out a thin whine, fluttering your lashes as you gazed at him. He grinned down at you as he inserted two fingers at an agonizingly slow pace and you moaned as he started fucking them into you, curling them against that sweet, spongy spot each time.

He added another finger as he buried his face in your hair, inhaling your clean scent as you mewled and whimpered, begging him for more. He started strumming your clit with his thumb and you writhed underneath him, doing your best to grind your cunt into him as his fingers stretched you.

It was almost too much when he added the fourth finger and you wrapped your hands in his silver hair, pressing his face to your neck as you cried silently. He moved his mouth back to yours as he increased his speed and pressure on your tiny bud, moving his tongue softly past your lips and tangling it with yours. You came around him, clenching down on his fingers in your release as all the breath rushed out of you. He felt you go rigid beneath him before you collapsed back against the bed with a sigh.

“You think you’re ready for me sweetheart?” He asked as he kissed your neck, moving his hands up to palm your breasts.

You pulled his head back by his hair and gave him a grin before squeezing his sides with your thighs and rolling until you were on top of him, straddling his hips.

You sat up over him and he groaned at the sight of you, soft skin moving over lean muscle, a patchwork of faint scars covering your torso. He ran his thumb over an especially noticeable one that ran over your ribs below your left breast as you guided him to your entrance and sheathed his length inside you suddenly, making him hiss.

You started grinding against him, rubbing your clit against his pubic bone before you started fucking yourself on his cock. He tossed his head back with a moan and a murmured “Fuck” as his hands moved to your hips and guided your thrusts, meeting your hips with his own as he rutted up into you.

He sat up suddenly and pressed you to him as he knelt beneath you, staring into your eyes with lust blown pupils, a thin golden ring around a pool of deep black. You wrapped your legs around his back as he fucked up into you at a faster pace, making it hard for you to breathe.

He wrenched your head down to his and crashed his mouth against yours, his tongue invading you hungrily as you felt your pleasure starting to coil in your abdomen and you whimpered into his mouth.

He felt you starting to clench around him and moved a hand between you to strum at your clit. It only took a moment and you were flying apart around him, every muscle below your waist spasming as your orgasm wracked you and you cried into his mouth. His release was right behind yours as his hips stilled and you felt his spend spurting into you, coating your velvety walls in his release with a feral growl.

He collapsed back on the bed, still holding you to him as you both came down from you pleasure, breathing heavily as your hearts pounded together. You propped your chin on his chest and gave him a sinful grin that he returned, planting a kiss on the top of your head as you started to untangle yourselves.

“Well, if all your surprises are that pleasant, Y/N, I can’t wait to find out more.” He said to you over his shoulder as he stood up from the bed, grabbing a towel to finish drying himself off. He tossed you one and you ran it softly between your thighs, cleaning the mixture of your releases from your slit as you grinned back at him.

“My dear Witcher, I aim to please.” You threw a wink at him before you stood up and stretched. “I arranged for some clean clothes to be brought up, could you check the door for them?”

He peeked his head out and brought in two sets of soft woolens, tossing one to you. You yanked a tunic over your head before stepping into the clean pair of breeches. You decided to forgo most of your blades for the moment, opting for a simple belt that contained two daggers once you had finished lacing up your bodice.

“Shall we head down for more ale?”

“Gods yes, what else do you know about this storied Redanian liquor?”

You gave him a throaty laugh as you headed down to the main room and lute music floated up to meet you.

“Ah, Y/N! Geralt! My friends! Join us for a song won’t you? Y/N, I still want to hear you sing ‘The Fishmonger’s Daughter’ for us, eh? Oh Fishmonger, Oh Fishmonger, Come Quell your Daughter’s Hunger”

“Gods, Jaskier, aren’t you sick of that song yet?” Geralt growled half heartedly

“Pull the stick out of your ass, Witcher. C’mon, Jaskier. To pull on my horn, as it rises in the morn!”

“What a lovely voice you have my lady! For tis naught but bad luck, to fuck with a puck!”

The Witcher rolled his eyes at the two of you as he headed to the bar and the rest of the patrons joined in. What he wouldn’t give to never hear this abominable tune ever again.

“Lest your grandkid be born, a hairy young faun! Bleating and baying all day, hey ho!”

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Bound in blood

Detlaff x reader

Just finished blood and wine DLC! XD

Warnings: Vampire things, gore, blood, intimacy, angry smut, light angst

You didn’t know what to say, a Witcher stood in front of you talking to Regis like they were best friends.

“Ah Y/n” you thought about disappearing but didn’t as Regis acknowledged you.

“Y/n?” You frowned hearing a familiar voice, the Witcher turned, Geralt of Rivia.

“Geralt? Regis?” You said glancing between the two of them confused.

“Come my dear” Regis said beckoning you.

You went to his little table up the stairs and gulped slightly.

“You sent a Raven, quite literally” you said looking to your fellow vampire.

“Yes, I’m afraid we’ve had some- problems” he sighed.

“Problems?” You asked.

“Detlaff” he added and you froze.

“W-whats happened?” You said a little nervous. You glanced to the Witcher beside you it couldn’t be anything good.

“I’ve been in my home all this time I avoid-“ you babbled unsure if you were a suspect.

“My dear we don’t suspect you, just need your help is all, you can calm down” Regis tried to sooth and you nodded.

“Sorry” you mumbled. For a higher vampire you weren’t really like your fellow brothers and sisters, you were scared and shy, hidden away from the world surviving off whatever Regis brought you and animals. You were afraid of yourself, yet more afraid to die and not die in peace.

“Detlaff has been blackmailed into murdering, thus caused a ruckus in Beauclair, we suspect it’s to do with his lover being kidnapped away, though this plot keeps thickening” Regis sighed thinking.

“Lover?” You questioned.

“Rhena” Regis said and you frowned, you never heard of her.

“A human” Regis added and you nodded.

“Do you know where she’s being held?” You asked.

“That’s the problem, apparently the duchess’ sister is also there, she’s commanded her guard to start an attack, which Geralt is to attend” you nodded again.

“Don’t think your staying here though” Geralt sighed.

“I have Detlaff in my reach and no we won’t be staying here” you frowned Regis obviously had a plan.

“Gotta go” Geralt said simply.

“Good luck” Regis said as Geralt nodded to you both and left.

“You can breathe now” Regis said and you glared lightly.

“Detlaff?” You frowned as you heard him approach. You glanced looking to the vampire, you met his eyes quickly before looking back to Regis.

“Were to head to the estate, help Geralt and find Rhena” Regis said simply.

“Help? What exactly am I going to help with?” You asked.

“Ah right” Regis muttered glancing to Detlaff.

“You’ll need to take on some rage-“ you stopped Regis.

“I will not change into a beast and murder some random knights!” You snarled face morphing. You groaned looking away and going to the closest corner. You leant against the cold wall and shuddered, you hated that feeling.

“This is your lover, not my problem” you said aiming it at Detlaff.

“I don’t kill” you said walking to the exit.

“Y/n!” Regis called but you disappeared into your mist.

You headed back to your small cottage, away from anyone really. You were pent up again with annoyance, you tried to calm yourself, claws aching, fangs aching. Your transformation hadn’t been consensual, more forced on your part even though you fought it. Detlaff seemed determined to keep you alive, Regis was there with him, offering small comfort. Whatever Detlaff saw in you was unknown, your first time going into rage was your last, you terrified yourself. Detlaff was the one to suffer your rage though it didn’t bother him apparently, Regis was there when it happened, seemed you only had it in for Detlaff. A knock came to your door and you jumped sensing Detlaff.

“I’m not going to help you!” You called.

“May I come in?” He simply asked an you tsked opening the door. He came in and you paced.

“This is your problem not mine I won’t take human lives, I swore that I wouldn’t-“ you panted slightly, you could feel the beast bubbling inside you.

“I’m sorry but I won’t aid you in this time” you muttered cooling yourself down.

“I didn’t ask for your aid” he said and you frowned. True he hadn’t but it was implied by Regis.

“Regis asked not me” he added.

“For your sake” you muttered.

“Whoever this, woman is, clearly she means a lot, if you do need to hide her she can stay here” you mumbled.

“I won’t lay a hand on her” you added.

“Just don’t keep her here long” you sighed. Though you had years of self control, the smell of human blood was always triggering.

“Thank you” Detlaff said and you nodded.

“Best help Geralt, he can’t take on a small army” you turned to him finally. The vampire nodded disappearing into a red mist.

You sighed collapsing on your bed, to be involved with the human race never ended well.

You were shaken awake, a pain filling you, it wasn’t yours though, you began to worry about Regis and Detlaff, though not being able to die by a human- the pain got worse and you disappeared into the mist.

You found them quickly, well Detlaff at least, his rage hit you and you followed after him. When you found him, he sat in the middle of a ruin, hunched over panting. You let your feet fall to the ground carefully, you didn’t want to startle a beast. He was hurting, whatever had happened in that place wasn’t good.

“Betrayed by my own pack” he snarled and you flinched. He was in front of you now, snarling his face now beast. You froze though as he sagged against your shoulder, he took a deep breath in, his breath fanning against your neck. You were frozen, unsure of what to do, the vampire almost put his full weight on you, if you weren’t a vampire yourself you would’ve toppled over.

“Detlaff?” You mumbled as you sensed Regis approaching. Regis appeared a little ways away, staring in confusion also. You didn’t know what was happening.

“Regis” Detlaff said lifting himself up. You found movement again and turned away embarrassed.

“I’m sorry Detlaff” he said and Detlaff huffed.

“She’ll pay” he said and you tensed at his tone. He left after that, a mist trail behind him before disappearing. Regis sighed saying he must return to his small lab. You followed Regis, sitting on his bed as he worked. It was scary seeing Detlaff worked up, he was a storm.

You closed your eyes, resting a bit from the day, you shuddered though feeling Detlaff close.

“Y/n” Regis called and you hummed looking to him. You jumped seeing Detlaff in the room panting in the corner.

“Oh” you muttered wondering what was wrong.

You stood slowly and stood by Regis who shuffled in front of you almost protectively.

“Detlaff” Regis said keeping you behind him. You were confused as to why Regis suddenly got a protective streak, you frowned glancing between the two vampires.

“Geralts here” Regis suddenly said and Detlaff disappeared.

“What was that about?” You muttered and Regis shrugged as Geralt came down the stairs.

“I’m going home” you sighed.

You were shocked to see Detlaff pacing your kitchen area, whole body tense and panting.

“Detlaff what’s wrong?” You asked, you could feel his anger, burning need for something. He stormed up to you making you freeze, you backed away quickly though hitting your wall and be frowned. Sometimes you forget your a vampire, forget your strength and ability’s.

He snarled storming forward again and cupped your face a little roughly. He kissed you, lips against yours in need.

You found yourself melting without warning, you didn’t want to throw him through the wall. He snarled softly when he pulled back, you panted a bit dazed. You were suddenly whisked into your bed, laid down with him above you. You frowned as he grabbed your wrists, pinned them above your head and kissed you roughly again.

“Detlaff-“ you mumbled as he tore through your clothes easily. Your mind was hazed but snapped as you struggled to cover yourself up. You held his face, stared him in the eyes as he stopped also. He gave you a begging look, a silent plea.

You slowly let your grip loosen, you let your hands fall back to the bed as he watched carefully. He let out a shudder and leant down to your neck, he kissed and sucked gently, his fangs slowly piercing the skin.

You didn’t know what had overcome him, his hands roamed your body feeling every curve and part. It tickled up your sides, your tried not to squirm as he got rid of his layers of clothes also. He didn’t let you look, only kissed you, forced your eyes closed so you focused and touch and smell. His claws dug into your skin occasionally, scratching, but you they healed too quickly. His lips left yours and trailed down your body, you frowned stomach tensing as his hands went to your thighs. You grew embarrassed and tensed, he gave you a look though and you relaxed letting him part your thighs. You stared at the wall bitting the back of your hand as his breath fanned you.

Your back arched as his tongue drove between your folds, he didn’t go slow. He lapped and sucked. Fingers digging into your thighs as you squirmed. You moaned and panted, gripping the bed with one hand, your other hand still in your mouth. You could taste your blood on your tongue but didn’t care.

He slowed finally pulling back to breathe before he came back up your body. He frowned moving your hand, your fangs had made puncture holes in your hand. His tongue darted out licking the blood off. He growled softly pinning your hand under his again before kissing you roughly. The man wasn’t gently, he needed this quickly. Your hips moved up to meet his as he shuddered against you. His free hand kept your hips still as he slid in without warning. You hissed slightly, clenching your eyes shut. His face buried into your neck as he whispered for you to relax. You felt full but it stung, you panted loudly trying to relax and catch your breath. He moved slowly after a while, slowly lifted his hips then slowly pushed back in. You shuddered gripping my his back, no doubt your own nails tearing through his skin. You snarled softly smelling his blood in the air, it sent you wild, it never triggered you before. Your grip on him tightened, as his hips moved quicker. Your claws dug in deeper and he hissed in your ear, he nipped your earlobe in warning when you didn’t stop. You were to caught up in the feeling, he snapped his hips though and but down on your neck. You cried at the feeling, coming also as you finally stopped clawing his back. You whimpered in apology as he snapped his hips again. You felt him sucking your blood before he let go with a loud sigh.

You trembled as he finished also, biting down again and taking another drink. You went limp almost, you managed to lift your head when he stopped drinking and bite him. He groaned in response as you sucked before letting go with a sigh. You couldn’t move, overstimulated by the feelings, he’d mated with you, and you with him. He moved slowly and gently lying beside you. He rolled you onto your side, your head on his arm. You let him position you, close to his chest, arm around you securely as he grabbed the blanket. You nosed under his neck, more for comfort than anything as you felt your body relax.

“Sorry love” he whispered holding you tightly. You could feel his guilt, making you sigh and gently bite his jaw.

“Let me rest and I’ll throw you through the wall later” you mumbled too exhausted. He chuckled softly pressing his lips to your forehead.

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