#and he never stops teasing geralt about it

[ro-is-struggling]

The Chase || Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Requested by anon: "reader constantly calling geralt the white wolf or just wolf during sexy time and him breeding his pups in her bcs of it???"

Summary: Geralt always tried to keep the wolf inside him caged in order to control his animalistic impulses, but with you that didn't seem to be required at all. 

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI! Porn without plot, public sex (technically since they’re in the woods), rough sex, penetrative sex, fear play? (not really, but Geralt does chase the reader through the woods so maybe? adding it just in case!), scent play, size kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, biting (like there’s so much it’s a warning in this fic), fingering, possessiveness, a little fluff at the end, fem!reader

English is not my first language

Word count: 3300

Notes: This is definitely NOT inspired on THAT scene from beauty and the beast that has been going around twitter all week, nope, not at all

Geralt was used to being called 'wolf' or 'white wolf'. It was a nickname he'd had for most of his life and was constantly used by Vesemir and the other witchers. He never thought much about it, just like his own name, he had it so internalized that he automatically responded when someone called him by those nicknames.

That changed, however, when you came into his life. There was something in the way you pronounced those words that awakened a primal feeling in him. It was in the way you looked at him, eyes defiant and playful, waiting to spark a reaction from him. It was in the way your lips moved, always ending in a mischievous smile, and in the sound of your voice, sweet and seductive, inducing him to madness, pushing him to his limit. 

Everything about you awakened in him an urge to possess you, to mark you as his so that everyone who saw you would know you belonged to him. He had to make an effort to stop his needy hands to caress your skin, and contain the desperation of his lips to kiss your neck and mark it with his teeth. He didn't care if there were people around him, they all ceased to exist when you called him wolf. 

It didn't help his situation that you always played dumb, pretending not to understand the power you had over him. But Geralt knew it was all an act. He knew that you were well aware of the effect that the utterance of that nickname had on him. And you used it as a weapon, a way to get a response from him when you wanted to play. And today you were in a very playful mood.

"What is it? Is the wolf scared of losing?" you teased him, trying to persuade him to take the bet. It was a simple race through the woods, just get from point A to point B as fast as possible to win. Only you had no intention of winning. All you were looking for was the thrill of the chase.

Geralt gave you an unamused look, taking a deep breath to calm the revolt that your use of that nickname had awakened in him. But then, he sensed your perfume in the air, mixed with the intoxicating scent of your arousal. His look completely transformed, frown relaxing into a firm, intimidating expression. The game was on.

"Oh you don't want to play that game, bunny." He warned you, giving you one last chance to change your mind. Once the race started, he wasn't sure he would be able to stop. He could already feel his insides vibrating with anticipation, the chained wolf fighting to break free. He had been locked up for too long, his needs ignored and repressed, so when he let go there would be no turning back. He was hungry and you were offering yourself to him without hesitation. How could he refuse?

You approached him, taking the sword he was sharpening out of his hand and bending down so you could look him in the eye. Your movements were slow, sensual, captivating your lover's gaze. Geralt's eyes got lost in your cleavage for a moment, admiring the exposed skin of your neck and the valley of your breasts as he suddenly began to salivate with need. His pupils widened, staring at you with yellow eyes turned almost completely black with desire. He could barely contain himself and that only increased your arousal.

"I'm not afraid of you." you said, and Geralt held back the urge to tell you that you should be. "Are you, wolf?"

He stood up and suddenly his imposing figure towered over yours, forcing you to tilt your head up so you could look at him. He was so much bigger than you, so much more agile, that it was ridiculous to even imagine you could beat him in a race. But, again, that's not what the game was about.

Geralt leaned in towards you, his lips brushing your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin. "When you lose and you're on the ground begging for mercy, I just want you to remember that you asked for this." he whispered, defiantly, sending a shiver down your spine.

He looked at you and you knew it was time to run. He gave you a head start, knowing he could catch you without even trying —not only because he was faster than you, but also because you had no real intention of winning that bet. He watched you run through the trees, admiring the way your hair moved in the wind. Only when you disappeared over the horizon did he start to move. He walked at a slow pace at first, sharpening his hearing to follow the sound of your footsteps. But when he caught the scent of your arousal, he couldn't help but pick up his pace. It was like a drug to him, an intoxicating scent that messed with the hormones of the big, bad wolf he had set free.

Geralt let the scent of your floral perfume mixed with the sweet nectar hidden between your legs guide him towards you, an invisible force drawing him closer and closer to his prey. When he reached you, he found you hiding behind a tree, taking advantage of the moment to catch your breath. He heard you gasp as soon as you sensed his presence, holding your breath to avoid making your position known. Geralt smiled to himself, finding your small efforts to remain hidden adorable.

"You can't hide from me, bunny." He spoke, approaching you slowly. "I can hear the sound of your quickened breathing from miles away... smell the scent of your arousal... you want this, so why don't you come out and get this over with."

Geralt was offering you a truce, a chance for things not to escalate any further than they already had. Any sane person in your place would have taken it, it was the reasonable thing to do after taunting the wolf like that. But you were not just anyone. You wanted to face the consequences of your actions. You wanted to face the white wolf that Geralt tried so hard to keep in line. You wanted him to do whatever he wanted with you, that was the point of the game in the first place.

You came out of hiding with your hands up in a feigned sign of surrender. Geralt walked a few steps towards you, eyeing you with suspicion. You held his gaze, trying to hide your true intentions. But in the end the smile on your lips betrayed you, letting him know that you didn't plan to give up easily before you had a chance to run.

You barely made it a couple of steps before you felt the warmth of his body against yours, his arms wrapped tightly around you to keep you from escaping. You squirmed in his grip, trying to free your arms from his strong hold, but it was pointless. Geralt was much bigger and stronger than you, so you weren't going anywhere if he didn't want you to. He pressed you against him, pinning your back to his chest as his hands intertwined over your stomach, effectively imprisoning you against his body. You felt his nose against your neck, sniffing your scent with animalistic desperation. It made you tremble, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your heart pounded with anticipation. You pressed the curve of your ass against the bulge growing in his pants in response and you felt Geralt’s chest vibrate with a repressed moan.

"I got you." he growled against your skin before sinking his teeth into the sensitive area of your neck. "You're mine, bunny. Mine."

"I'm yours," you moaned, relaxing into his arms, tilting your head more so he could have better access to your neck. You wanted him to mark you. You wanted him to claim you as his own. "Please, take me." you begged. It was an airy whisper, but Geralt heard it with perfect clarity. And your consent was all he needed.

In a matter of seconds, your back was pressed against the grass as Geralt hovered over you. His hands were all over your body, lifting your skirt and unbuttoning the ties of your top to expose your breasts. His lips kissed every inch of exposed skin, but there was nothing romantic or sensual about it. It was rough, desperate, Geralt sucked your skin with the intention of leaving marks, sinking his teeth into your flesh as he growled that you belonged to him. It was too much and yet not enough. The pleasure coursing through your body was almost unbearable, but you needed more, you needed to feel all of him.

"You knew exactly what you were doing... calling me that name, making me chase you around." Geralt inserted a finger inside you without warning, earning a moan from you. You were so aroused, so desperate for his touch, that he had no trouble at all pushing deep into your core, moving his digit with ease and reaching up to brush against that sensitive part inside you that turned you into a moaning mess. "This is what you wanted, didn't you bunny? You wanted your big, bad wolf to chase you around and pin you down right in the middle of the woods, huh?"

"Y-yes, f-fuck." you managed to blurt out between moans and quickened breaths. Geralt inserted a second finger inside you and the air got stuck in your throat as the pleasure overwhelmed you. He increased the pace of his movements, showing you no mercy as his fingers moved in and out of you in desperate, almost aggressive movements. You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening, ready to snap at any moment.

"You awakened the wolf on purpose. This is exactly what you wanted, didn't you?" he growled in your ear, playfully biting your ear lobe. You could only reply with an incoherent moan, closing your eyes to focus on the pleasure coursing through your body. But that wasn't enough for him, Geralt wanted to hear you say it. "Answer me!" he demanded and you were forced to open your eyes just by the authority in his voice.

"Yes! I-I wanted this, I-I wanted the wolf to fuck me. Please..." Geralt smiled showing his teeth and you couldn't help but think how much he resembled a real wolf when he looked at you like that. His lips were slightly swollen and covered with saliva after working on marking your skin, his pupils blown wide with arousal. He was looking at you like a wolf looked at its prey, desperate to jump at you and devour his meal.

"Beg for it." He said through gritted teeth. He removed his fingers from inside you, leaving you empty and unsatisfied. It took your pleasure-clouded mind a few seconds to process his words, too focused on the high you'd lost to let out anything more than whimpers of frustration. But that was exactly what Geralt wanted. He wanted to see you completely desperate, surrendered under his body, begging for his touch.

"Please, wolf, I need you... I need to feel you inside me, please." You begged him, looking up at him through your eyelashes. He took his fingers covered with your sweet nectar into his mouth, sucking them clean as he moaned around them. It was the hottest image you had ever seen. He was so focused on the taste of your arousal touching his tongue that for a moment you feared he might not be able to hear your pleas for attention.

“I’m yours to take… please, wolf. I need you.”

The pathetic desperation in your voice was enough for Geralt. He wasted no time, freeing his cock from its confinement and thrusting it into you in one swift movement that left you breathless. He was big and even though your arousal was seeping down your thighs, it always took you a moment to get used to the way he stretched you. He showed you some mercy, giving you a few seconds to adjust while he enjoyed the way your walls closed around his cock. Nothing compared to the warm feeling of your walls wrapped around his cock, pulling him inside you, inviting him to stay. It was the closest he had ever been to heaven, if there was such a thing.

Geralt let out a grunt as you began to move your hips against him, urging him to move. He placed his hands on either side of your head, effectively imprisoning you under his large, imposing figure. Then he gave you a sloppy, wet kiss, biting your lower lip before moving closer to your ear. "Just remember you asked for this." He whispered, sealing your fate.

The rhythm he set was fast and rough, his hips moving against yours desperately. The sheer force of his thrusts was such that you had to cling to his body to keep from sliding upward each time he entered you. It hurt a little, but in the most delicious way. He hit that special place inside you with every thrust of his hips, turning you into an incoherent moaning mess that could do nothing but dig your nails into his back in a desperate attempt to keep you grounded. Pure pleasure coursed through your veins as you felt Geralt pressing deep inside you, filling you and claiming you as his. Your sweat covered skin was on fire, only finding relief when the witcher's cold medallion that dangled over your face made contact with your body.

"Scream! I want to hear you, bunny. I want to know how good I'm making you feel." Geralt demanded and your body instantly obeyed, as if he was the true owner of your mind. "That's it, don't hold back. No one is going to find us here, you can scream all you want. It's just me and you."

The forest filled with your moans and Geralt's animalistic grunts. He couldn't contain himself, seeing you underneath him with your tangled hair full of dry leaves and your watery eyes full of pleasure was too much for him. He couldn't stop the fast rhythm of his hips even if he wanted to. The wolf inside him wanted to ruin you completely, to mark you as his and make sure you were never satisfied with any other man but him. You belonged to him, now and forever. 

"You wanted this, you craved it... my little bunny, desperate to get fucked like a bitch in heat." He growled against the skin of your neck, sinking his teeth into the sensitive area below your ear.

"Yes! F-fuck, please... I'm so close." You begged him, feeling the familiar tingle spreading in your stomach as your toes curled. His fingers traveled to the little bundle of nerves pulsing between your legs, stroking it with rapid circular motions that increased your level of desperation. You were so close to your relief it was almost painful, but you wanted to wait, to hold back your pleasure so you could explode alongside Geralt.

"You want me to fill you up, mark you as mine, huh? Breed you with my pups so everyone knows you're mine?" It was an empty promise and you both knew it. Geralt was sterile and no matter how much he wanted to, he could not father a child. But that didn't make his words any less arousing. The idea of being his and having his child growing in your belly to prove it was so enticing that you couldn't help but entwine your legs around his waist as a way to make sure he didn't slip out from inside you.

"Yes, please! I'm yours, I always will be and I want everyone to know!"

"That's right, you are. And I'm yours." Geralt grunted, leaning his forehead against yours to look you in the eye as he quickened his movements, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased the sweet relief. "Can you feel how deep inside you I am?" He took your hand and pressed it against your lower belly, where you could feel the bulge of his cock moving inside you. "I'm going to shoot my seed so deep into you, you'll carry it inside you until your belly starts to swell up with my pups inside it. Is that what you want?"

"Yes! Please, give it to me, wolf! I need to feel you, please." You begged with your last breath, almost bursting into tears from the intensity of the pleasure you felt.

Two more thrusts were all it took for Geralt to push you over the edge. You came with a cry of his name, nails digging into the sweaty skin of his back as your warm walls tightened around his cock, forcing him to stay inside you. That was enough to trigger his own relief, his cock twitching inside you as he shot his load deep inside your cunt, painting your walls with pearly white ropes of cum. And yet, he continued to thrust inside you, making your body shake from the overstimulation. He wanted to make sure his seed stayed inside you. He wanted to be able to smell the mix of his relief and yours on you for the rest of the day.

When he finally pulled away you groaned, feeling empty. Geralt let out an airy chuckle as he dropped down next to you, struggling to catch his breath. He pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around you and resting your head on his chest. Even after all that, he still needed to hold you close, to feel the warmth of your body against his. 

You stayed like that until your breathing returned to normal, reveling in each other's closeness. You were so relaxed in his arms that you might well have fallen asleep if not for Geralt breaking the peaceful silence by clearing his throat.

"We should head back." he murmured, his fingers tracing imaginary lines on the exposed skin of your arm.

"I would if I could move." You joked as you began to feel the pain in your tired muscles. You didn't regret anything, though.

"I'm sorry."

You lifted your head from his chest to look at him, giving him a smile to ease the guilt he might be feeling for hurting you. "Don't be, you did exactly what I wanted you to do." You reached up to kiss him and he gladly reciprocated, cupping your cheek with his free hand so he could deepen the kiss.

However, he pulled away faster than you expected. You whined again, but he ignored you, getting up from the floor and shaking the dirt off his clothes. "It's getting late, we need to go." He said and you huffed. You weren't ready to move yet.

"Geraaalt" you complained, pouting. He looked down at you, ready to scold you, but was distracted by the sight of his artwork in all its glory. Your sweat-covered skin glowed under the afternoon light, highlighting your beauty. Your body was covered in his teeth marks and a trail of reddened hickeys trailed from your neck to your breasts and disappeared under the fabric of your dress. You carried his scent on your body, his seed inside you and his teeth marks on your skin. That alone was enough to awaken the wolf inside him once again, though he held back.

"You look beautiful." He said, kneeling beside you to help you knot the ties in the front of your dress, hiding your breasts and the marks he had made behind the fabric.

The softness in Geralt's eyes was such that you felt the need to hide your face, feeling embarrassed and somehow more exposed than when you were having sex. However, he didn't give you time to react as he quickly pulled you into his arms and made his way back to the hut. You relaxed in his arms, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck and snuggling against his shoulder. 

"I love you." you said in an almost inaudible whisper. It was as if you were speaking more to yourself than for Geralt to hear you. As if the words had escaped your lips as you were lost in thought.

But Geralt's hearing was exceptionally good. And he couldn't help but smile to himself as he heard those words.

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[stars-before-sunrise]

(HCs) When you're riding them

joel miller, miguel o'hara, marc spector, geralt of rivia

reader is: female

warnings: minors dni. smut. 18+

taglist: @evyiione

Masterlist

Joel Miller

He's watching you. He's lying on his back, hands on your thigh and circling your clit. The sounds you're making are so filthy, so raw, and Joel's loving every single bit of it. The way you're absolutely lost in the pleasure, lifting yourself up and down his cock, it's enough to drive him over the edge. "you're doing so good baby girl." "Joel.." You moan. "'M gonna cum.." "mm-hmm. can feel you squeezing my cock. fuck, gettin' so tight for me." Joel keeps moving your hips back and forth as you cum, collapsing on top of him and panting. Joel chuckles and raises his brow at you. "why'd you stop, baby? I'm not finished." You try to push yourself back up, but when Joel notices your legs shaking, he just flips you over and starts fucking you himself. "look at my little girl, can't even hold herself up for her daddy. so messy for me, sweetheart."

Miguel O'Hara

He loves, loves, loooooves to tease. He loves to see you struggle taking his entire length, and when you just can't take it anymore, he'll grab your hips and push you down further. His tip is kissing and pushing your cervix in such a painful yet delicious way. "Aw, what's wrong, princesa? you can take it, can't you? I know you can.." "Miguel.. it's too much.." You whine. "Look," he brings your hand to feel where his base is. He's all the way inside, and you gasp. Miguel pushes the bulge on your lower abdomen and smirks. "All the way up there." You ride him slowly. The stretch, the sting, it's all too much.. but Miguel's not a patient man. In the end, he's controlling your movements, bouncing you up and down despite your protests, and there's nothing you can do to stop him. "too much for you, baby? is that why your eyes are rolling back now?" "is my princess so cock-drunk she can't even think straight?"

Marc Spector

"Ngh. Fuck. Just like that." Marc's buried his face into your neck, leaving bites and kisses all over. He's holding you so close it's a little hard to move, so you settle with rolling your hips. Marc moans at your actions. You've never seen him so disheveled before. He's sweating and looking at you like he's begging you to pleasure him. "Please, baby. I need to cum. please. let me cum?" He's clawing at your back, and you moan, nodding and giving him permission to paint your walls white. Marc holds you down in place as he ruts into you. But just as you're about to pull away, he holds you still and continues thrusting slowly. "M-Marc-" "Just one more. Please make me cum again? I wanna cum inside you one more time.. just one more." You're beyond exhausted at that point, but Marc keeps begging for just one more. And so how can you refuse him?

Geralt

"Well go on, then." Geralt is soaking in his tub while he waits for you to sink yourself onto him. You've been eyeing him all night, and when he finally invites you up to his room, you'd thought it's all a dream. He watches you carefully while drinking his ale, and you finally take his cock inside you, your pussy squeeze-loving the stretch of his cock. Your hands are on his chest, and he holds them behind you. "Keep them there." He says. You move yourself, rocking your hips and keeping a steady rhythm, and Geralt can't stop staring at your soap covered breasts. He takes the slippery bud between his fingers, rolling it and loving the way you sigh. Oh what you'd give to be able to touch him right now. He chuckles and slaps your butt. "Come on, you can do better than that, can't you?" You whine and pick up your pace, water splashing everywhere. "That's a good girl..."

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[ultralightpoe]

Spellbound Part 3- Geralt of Rivia

Authors Note: Y'ALL I AM SO SORRY! I thought I scheduled it and I do monthly breaks from all social media! Omg I really screwed y'all over! I AM SO SO SO SO SO SORRY. How can I make it up birdies?

Word Count: 3093

Description: Part One and Part Two

Warnings: Heavy smuttt y'all

Enjoy!

Before Geralt had lost his entire life he was told as a child that there was always a beginning, middle and end. And though most people always thought that this merely pertained to stories his parents always told him that they belonged to humans too.

Every human had a beginning, middle and end.

Every monster had a beginning.

Every Saint had a beginning.

But none of them mattered right now, because all Geralt could think of right now was you. Your beginning, middle and end. He wanted to know more of your story more than he ever had before. 

You had both settled down at a rundown inn, him covering his hair and you covering the bruises someone had left on your neck. The innkeeper, a straggly old lady that could barely turn to grab the key to the rooms, barely cast either of you a glance. 

You kept close to him as you both made your way up the stairs, and Geralt was embarrassed to admit that a surge of pride crossed through him at this. You seek his warmth and protection, and he would give it. He would give you anything you wanted. 

Yennifer had left as soon as she could, saying that she would be going to find Jaskier and letting him know they found you. 

Geralt would keep you with him in the inn, per Jaskiers request. The bard pretends to worry about you with all the traveling, claiming that it would be best if he came to the two of you. Geralt saw the lie, he just could not give a shit. 

Instead he started a fire, setting you in front of it and mumbling that he would be right back. You snatch to grab his upper arm when he moves to leave, but he merely nods, letting you know it is okay to let go. So you do, swiping your fingers under your eyes quickly, but it was too late and he had already seen the tears.

He makes the trip quick, buying you warmer clothes and heading back and ordering some hot stew from the innkeeper, heading back to the room when she tells him she will bring it. 

You are right where he left you when he comes back in, this time a little closer to the fire and curled up a little tighter. Geralt, who had always struggled to sneak around, tried to lighten his footsteps as he neared you. 

“I brought some fresh clothes. How about a bath and a change?” He asks, his voice scratchy from lack of use, but he does his best to keep it gentle. 

You shake your head, the slightest of movement that somehow managed to clench his heart in his chest. “I’m too tired.”

“Allow me.” He whispers, holding out his hand for you. 

“Allow you?”

“To bathe you.”

“You would do that?” You smile, the beginning of a laugh climbing up your throat at the thought. 

“It would be my honor.” His tone makes it sound like he is teasing, but there is nothing but seriousness behind that comment. 

“You won’t jest?”

“Never.”

And at the simple touch of your fingers reaching up to his own has his skin on fire, shaking slightly as he helps your stand, shuffling to the bathroom and leading you to the center of the room and turning to heat the bottom of the tub with fire as he waits for you to get undressed 

But when he turns back to you he finds you waiting patiently, still in the gaudy thin dress, watching slowly. 

You seem fazed out now, eyes shuttering as you reach to him and begin untying his own shirt. A moment of startlement crosses him before he reaches a hand up and stops you by grasping your own in his larger palms. He rubs softly as he tries to relax you, shaking his head. 

“Not me. You.”

“You, with me.”

“I do not want to-”

“I don’t wanna be exposed alone.” It’s then that Geralt knows what you mean. You don’t want to be the only one naked and vulnerable. So he would join you. Anything for you. 

He turns to undress as you undress yourself, and once he hears you get into the tub he turns himself, his heart stopping in his chest at the sight of you. 

Your breasts are just barely covered by the water, and within that moment you managed to tie your hair up with a leather scrap, exposing the bruised neck and collarbone . In this moment you looked broken, and still astonishingly beautiful. It wasn’t fair. 

He takes a moment to climb in, and suddenly he feels the stress from the last few months beginning to fade from his body as he nears you, sitting across from you knee to knee. 

Silence fills the room, and Geralt stresses to find something to say as you lean forward to rest your forehead on his knee. 

“Turn around so I can wash your hair.” He whispers, allowing you room to do so and beginning to work on your hair with the soap. “My parents used to tell me stories.”

“About kings and dragonslayers?”

“No, about monsters.” 

“How so?”

“They used to tell me that the saints and the monsters of the world all had stories of their own, that everyone you come across has a beginning, middle and end.” 

You turn slightly to watch him, and he does his best to seem relaxed. 

“I spent most of my time stressed in impressing and protecting you.” He whispers. “I was gruff, which I do with most people. Keeping you and everyone else at arm's length.”

“I’m trying to see how this relates, witcher.”

“I want to know your story, I want to know your beginning and middle and I am desperate to be with you until the end.”

“Why would you want to know all of that?”

“I have found that, even with you mad at me, that I am nothing in this world without you.”

“I will tell you everything if you tell me everything.”

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You fall asleep listening to him whisper the same stories his parents once told you, rubbing your hair softly as you keep your nose shoved into his chest. 

You awake around midnight screaming, it takes Gerat a couple minutes to calm you down before he moves to start another fire, bringing you closer to it for warmth and letting you lay in front of it. 

The days follow as this, staying by the fire in the cold winter air, whispering back and forth. Eating the stew and roasts the innkeeper made. 

You tell him about your life, and he tells you about yours. 

Finally you ask. 

“Shouldn’t you be out there? Working for the people?” Your head is laid out on his thigh as he watches the snow fall from the window. “I have never known you to sit still, Geralt.”

His heart lurches at the sound of his name falling from your lips. “I have spent the past few weeks working…..for you.”

“What do you mean?” You ask quickly, lifting your head from his thigh, eyes traveling his scarred abdomen before landing to his eyes. 

“I was trying to buy out the contract. For you?”

“Why would you do that? How much money did that end up being?”

“Not enough. It seems that the monster of a brothel keeper and I can agree on one thing, you are priceless.”

“Then how-”

“Yennifer smuggled you out-”

“Then what of the coin?”

“It’s yours. It’s all yours if you want it. Enough to buy a cottage in the hillside for years and-”

“And what if I wanted to stay with you? And Jaskier? Or do you not want me?”

“There is nothing more that I want than you. But I treated you horribly-”

You snap to stand then, hair flipping as you stomp across the room to fling a pillow at him. “How so?”

“That night, you were under a spell and I was so close to absolutely defiling you-”

“I wanted it! If you weren’t so pigheaded you would know that those charms only work if the one wearing it is-” 

“Stop.” There was a heavy force in the room, pressing through his chest to his lungs as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Stop what?”

“This will ruin everything-”

“How. So.”

“BECAUSE I CAN’T LOSE YOU!” He yells, rubbing at his forehead. “I would rather not have you than lose you. Do you understand?”

“Do you love me?”

“Y-”

“Do you love me as I love you?” 

“Yes.” And just like that the tight feeling in his gut that formed the moment he had laid eyes on you. His body was lighter and his heart felt like it was righted once more. “I love you.”

“Then what does it matter?”

“You’ve….. You have had a long couple m-”

“I want you.” You whisper, slowly tiptoeing around the room. “I trust no one but you. No one has given me the truth more, and protected me more.”

“I was cruel and-”

“I understand now.” You smile, tears filling your eyes. “I’ve seen terrible terrible men-”

His fists clench at his sides, the urge to find every man that harmed you and smash their heads with a hammer, as he watches you move closer until your own hands find purchase on his chest. 

The warmth fills him the second you touch him. 

“But you, in all your gruff warnings and rude awakenings, have never been a bad man.”

“You deserve better.”

“I am a brothel worker. I deserve nothing. But this is not what I deserve, this is what I want. Desperately so.”

“You want me?”

“I need you, Geralt.”

His hands unclench, moving up until they rest at your cheeks as he gazes down at you. “I need you too.”

“Then show me.” It’s a simple whisper, but one he hears through his being all the same, moving you backwards slowly until the back of your knees are pressed to the bed. He waits for you to show him a sign of fear or that you changed your mind. But you merely smile up at him, fingers moving to slide over the scars on his abdomen. 

“I trust you.” You whisper, the tips of your fingers sliding against his skin until they get to the breaches he wears and begin untying them.

“After what you have been through…”

“I want you to remind me of what it could be.” And he can’t help himself after that, moving to grab the bottoms of the night dress, keeping eye contact with you as his fingers graze your thighs while he lifts it up slowly, his heart hammering in his chest as you smile softly, allowing him to stand once more and remove the dress from you. 

You allow him to watch you, the wild look in his eyes as he traces your skin slowly. 

“You’ll tell me the second you change your mind?”

“The very instant.”  It was like a cord snapping, a leash let go and suddenly Geralt could not help himself. In one quick swoop he reaches to toss you onto the bed, watching you with dark eyes while you scooch backwards to get comfortable.

He prowls above you, enjoying the excited gleam in your eye as he crawls between your legs to kiss at your lips softly, then the softness turns to hunger as his hand grabs your jaw and he devours you. Kissing you like a man completely starved of it. 

A soft moan falls from your lips and he is nearly a goner, his breath lost as he pulls back to admire his work, a string of saliva keeping you both connected as you take a moment to open your eyes, lips swollen and red. He holds out his hand, waiting patiently for you to catch your breath before he orders you to “Spit.”

You comply easily, and he stops himself from growling in pleasure before he takes his hand and slaps your cunt harshly, a smile tearing across his face when you moan out before he is crawling back down the bed to shove his face between your legs roughly and lick a stripe between your folds. 

The moment your thighs tighten around his head he vows that he will spend the rest of his life doing this, no matter where and no matter when. He would suffocate in this spot if you would let him. A low growl releases from his chest as you moan, fingers lacing themselves in his hair tightly and tugging as he laps at your clit.

Over and over, feeling you spasm with pleasure twice before you use your hands and tug him up by his hair, whining. 

He drags his eyes up to you then, seeing the tears from pleasure streaming down your cheeks as he kneels in front of you on the bed. 

“Are you hurt?” Even if he had the carnal urge to take you right here and now your safety and well being came first and foremost. You seem to realize this as you move up and reach to wrap your arms around his neck, his hands flying to your sides to help stabilize you. Rubbing softly as he peers down at you, him being twice your size. 

Just the thought of it makes his stomach clench in anticipation as you lean up to kiss him, allowing him to lean you both back down onto the bed and lay over you, picking up the kiss just as hungrily. 

He only pulls away from your kiss to kiss along your neck and collarbone as you reach down to line him up. He has to close his eyes and take in a shuddering breath the second you touch him and it takes everything not to finish there. 

But it is all worth it as he pushes in, a growl once again ripping out of his chest as you moan out, foreheads pressed together as he pushes until he is bottomed out. 

“So….. fuck.”

“Neverstop.” You whine, pressing your chest up into his with your eyes still closed. But that just wouldn’t do. How could he admire your fucked out look if he didn’t have your undivided attention. So he pulls your hair and orders you to open your eyes. 

You don’t listen, instead moving your hips to gain some friction so he shoves his own hips down to keep you pinned into place as he orders one more. “Let. Me. See. Your. Fucking. Eyes.”

When you finally open them he begins moving, a slow pace at first, allowing you to gain pleasure slowly but the second he feels the tightness loosen up and you get wetter he is unleashed, pounding into you at a heavy pace. 

The headboard hits the wall with each hit, and your face is thrown into one of pure pleasure as he keeps going. And Geralt cannot think of anything he has ever done to deserve this. 

He would never actually deserve this, but he was so grateful that you had given him a chance, because this is what pure heaven was. 

“You’re mine.” He grunts out, one fist tightening in your hair as he kisses down your throat, thrusting into you at a rapid pace as your hands fly to scratch down his back in a way that has him holding his breath to stop from finishing. 

“I’m yours.” You moan out, tears streaming down your cheeks. 

“I’m never letting y- FUCK- you leave again.”

“I’ll never leave again.” 

“I’ll kill any man that touches you.” 

“No one else.” You cry out, and he feels you tighten around him once more and knows you’re close so he reaches a hand and pinches at your nipple harshly. “Only you Geralt. My Geralt!” You come undone around him, eyes rolling back as he keeps you pressed to his chest and finishes inside you, keeping you as close as he can while letting you both ride out your highs. 

By the time you both finish he lays you both down, his head laying on your chest with him laying between your legs as you play with your hair. 

“I love you…..” You whisper, twirling some of his hair softly.

“I love you.” He replies, moving until his chin is laying on your stomach and he can look up at you. “And I will never let you forget that.”

—-------------

You are awakened by a boot pressing into your cheek as you grumble out and move to push it away. 

“Geralt I swear-” But when you open your eyes you see none other than Jaskier with a cheeky little grin over his face as he stares down at you, a mug of what smells like cider in his hand. 

“Not your lover, but your closest friend.”

“Roach wears boots now?” You laugh, moving to stretch as he rolls his eyes. It had been months since you escaped the brothel, and since everything has changed. Jaskier seems more clingy than ever which was something you only pretended to hate, and Geralt has gone from the stoic asshole to the stoic love of your life…… well in public. 

Behind closed doors he spent most of his time worshiping you. 

“Where is he?” You ask after surveying to find him.

“He took little one to get some water.” 

Another thing that had changed, the young girl that you had smuggled out of a brothel months ago, who has slowly become like a daughter to you, well youngest daughter since you considered Ciri your daughter as well. 

“We’re here!” Y/d calls, her pudgy hand held in Geralts as he leads the girls back, Ciri with a small smile on her face while Y/d rushes to you. “We got water!”

“And Geralt says we have to be off.” Ciri sighs, leaning forward to accept your loving touch as you fuss over her hair. 

“Let’s get on the horses.” Your lover grunts, lifting y/d from under her shoulders and setting her on roach, moving to help Ciri before getting to you. A hand finds purchase on your thigh as you lift yourself onto your horse, smiling down at him. 

“Don’t get any ideas.”

“While you look like that? How will I ever break the love spell?”

“Guess your spellbound then.”

“Always have been.” He kisses your thigh while Jaskier is turned before turning to his own horse and jumping on, making sure y/d is comfortable before moving on.

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[valdomarx]

"Does the witcher know how lucky he is to have you?"

Jaskier flashes an enigmatic grin, as if such concerns are immaterial to a famous, Continent-trotting bard.

But Radovid looks back at him earnestly, like it's a question that's supposed to have an answer.

-

"Never have I ever seen you have a crush." Vespula laughs, bright and teasing. "Except for the obvious one."

Jaskier pretends he has no idea who she's talking about.

"My dearest lady, my heart is a wild beast, roaming free, and it could not possibly be constrained by such a petty tie as a crush."

She purses her lips and says again, "Except for the obvious one."

-

"Pankratz."

"Witch."

Yennefer doesn't smile, but her eyes soften a fraction into an expression that could almost -- almost -- be called fond.

"Still traipsing around after Geralt, I see."

"Excuse me, I do not traipse! I frolic."

She snorts with amusement at that. Then a crinkle forms between her brows, like she's looking straight through him. "He is trying, you know. Trying to be better. More reciprocal."

Jaskier deflates. "I know he is."

-

"So he hunted monsters for twenty years." Ciri raises an eyebrow at him. "And you followed him around singing songs about it."

"Yeeeees." Jaskier waits for the other shoe to drop.

But Ciri just nods, far too perceptive for her young age. "I see."

-

"I do appreciate it, Jask." Geralt's hand on his shoulder is warm and so, so heavy. "I know this life can't be easy for you."

Geralt's eyes are sincere and his lips curl in the smallest suggestion of a smile, and Jaskier is gone, gone, gone.

Jaskier shrugs it off with a laugh. "Oh, I'm tougher than I look. A few ravenous monsters and sleepless nights aren't enough to put me off."

Geralt tilts his head.

Jaskier's mouth can't stop moving. "You should know by now, you're stuck with me."

"Hmm." The suggestion of a smile blooms into something undeniable. "Guess I am."

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[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon - Purring

Jaskier's fist few years traveling with Geralt were full of suprises. He learned that so much of what everyone said about Witchers was wrong.

Witchers were supposed to be monsters that were to be feared. Cold-hearted, emotionless, Witchers only cared about coin and had no friends. They supposedly ate raw meat. And small children.

After learning so much about Witchers, and who they truly were, Jaskier worked to change how society viewed them. People slowly started to warm up to Witchers afterwards. Witchers weren't as scary anymore, h*ll they were practically human!

Even after Jaskier thought he'd learned every thing there was to learn about Witchers, Geralt continued to surprise him.

Jaskier found out something about Witchers that no human knew about.

They purred.

The first time Jaskier heard it, they had been at an Inn. Geralt had been boiling himself in the bath after a long hunt, and he'd been so relaxed. He'd started purring quietly. It had only been for a few seconds before he caught himslef, but Jaskier had already noticed.

Geralt had steeled himself for the teasing laughter that was sure to come, but Jaskier had done no such thing.

Is that A Witcher Thing, or is it A Geralt Thing?

The question had caught him off guard. There was no hint of teasing or ridicule in Jaskier's voice, just genuine curiosity.

Geralt had sighed and reluctantly admitted that it was A Witcher Thing. And that Jaskier had better not ever write a song about it, on pain of death.

Jaskier had very sincerely assured him that he would never do such a thing. And just to make certain that Geralt knew he was serious, he performed the most ancient, most absolute and unbreakable ritual of deal-making: he Pinky Swore.

After that, Jaskier began to pay more attention to the sounds Geralt made, and he began to notice the purring. He felt more than touched that Geralt seemed to be relaxing around him more, getting comfortable enough with him to the point where he stopped trying to hide his purring. He got to the point where he felt safe enough around the bard that he wasn't afraid to show him that vulnerablitly.

Geralt's Happy purr was soft and steady, a gentle, quiet percolating hum. It usually occurred when Geralt was relaxed. Jaskier found out he could initiate a Happy purr by scratching Geralt's cheeks or chin. Of course Jaskier was always careful to never do it where anyone else could see. Mostly because Geralt had been p*ssed the first time he'd done it, and threatened to beat his a** if he ever did it in public.

Jaskier discovered that Geralt didn't just purr when he was happy or content, and that the purrs were different, depending on the situation.

He noticed that Geralt would purr as a way to soothe himself, like when he was in a social setting and he started getting uncomfortable.

The Distressed purr was deep and rolling. Before Jaskier had known it was a purr, he, like other humans, had just assumed Geralt was growling in annoyance. Geralt could usually suppress the urge to anxious purr until he got back to camp, or an Inn, where he could purr until he felt better.

Geralt also purred when he was injured, or ill. Many times Geralt had returned from a hunt wounded or with toxicity, purring after Jaskier had done what he could for his wounds or given him the appropriate potions.

The Hurt/Sick purr was louder than his other purrs, and had a frantic, thrumming quality to it, as if here were desperately trying to soothe himself, or distract himself from the pain. Jaskier learned to judge how much pain Geralt was in (or how poorly he felt) from how loud the purr was. He used the volume of the purr to monitor his pain level as he recovered. Jaskier knew when he was starting to feel better when that thrumming purr got less loud.

Jaskier noticed that Geralt had a variation of the Hurt/Sick purr. It was a queiter, steadier purr. It was a purr that Jaskier realized Geralt only used on him. If Jaskier was injured or sick, Geralt would cuddle up to him and use that specific purr.

There was something about the particular vibration and sound that just relaxed Jaskier and made him feel better. He noticed that he seemed to recover faster than he usually did. For that reason, he called it the Healing purr. He often wondered if Geralt's Hurt/Sick purr was a Healing purr tuned to a Witcher's body.

It was an interesting theory that he would jot down many notes and observations about. He eventually became an expert of sorts, on Geralt's purrs. He could determine Geralt's levels of happiness, contentment, distress, etc. as easily as he could interpret his grunts and 'hmm's.

And it annoyed the f**k out of Geralt. But that was okay. If he got too annoyed, all Jaskier had to do was break out the chin and cheek skritches.

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Chapter 3

The Wolf and the Flame

Summary: Geralt had just found Ciri and was headed to Kaer Morhen when something drew him into the woods. He found a woman near death and things changed for them all. (I suck at summaries just read please!) Yennefer is bad in the start of this but she and Geralt work on their friendship. Eskel is a dick at first but there is a reason and it works out. Will have a happy ending. Ciri is younger here than in the netflix show. She is about 12.

Warnings: abuse history, injuries, hurt comfort, no one under 18 to be safe, will add when I need to 

Words: 1717

They had been traveling for nearly a week. Naurel was getting stronger but Geralt was still worried. He knew something was not as it should be with her but he couldn't seem to get her to open up about the things that had happened. They came to the last city between them and the final part of the journey to Kaer Morhen. He knew they had to stop and restock supplies. Also, the humans needed a soft bed and warmth for a bit. They left the horses at the stable and walked over to the Inn. Naurel was leaning against him, holding his arm to help support herself or for his warmth, he wasn’t sure which. All he knew was that he didn’t mind it. In fact, he felt at peace when they were touching. 

Ciri heard someone singing inside the bar at the inn and bound up the steps. “It’s Jaskier,” she said excitedly. 

“Ciri,” Gerault sighed as she ran inside ahead of him. “Damn it that girl never listens.” He and  Naurel moved faster to catch up with her. Once inside Geralt grabbed Ciri’s arm and leaned close, whispering something to her that made her shiver and look repentant before he led her and Naurel to a table to sit. “Stay here where I can see you both while I get us a couple of rooms.” 

Naurel waited until he walked away to put her hand on Ciri’s arm that was resting on the table. “You are going to get hurt or end up making him so angry that he’s going to punish you.”

Ciri rolled her eyes. “Please, he’s not my father. I have no family which makes me an adult. I’m in charge of me.”

“You are far from an adult little miss and you are showing that childishness more and more by the day,” Naurel warned. “He cares about you. He worries about you. Stop making it harder for him.” She knew that Geralt was struggling to figure out how to deal with a child. He knew how to deal with a misbehaved witcher but not a young human girl so he just took what she dished out. The yelling, arguing, not listening, stubbornness that she likely got away with as a spoiled little princess and Naurel was losing patients with her. Ciri was a loving girl but she was being a huge brat. She looked up at Geralt as he sat heavily in a chair beside her, noting that he put himself where his back would be up against the wall. “Everything alright?”

He nodded. “Got two rooms with an adjoining door,” he eyed Ciri, “and a large tub.” He grinned when Naurel sighed happily. 

“Mmm, a bath sounds heavenly. Maybe if I boil myself I will actually heat my blood and stop having to steal your warmth,” she smiled at him. 

He reflexively pulled her close. “I don’t mind sharing warmth.”

Ciri made a slight gagging sound drawing their attention. “You two need to get a room.”

“We have a room. Two in fact,” Geralt smirked at her. He loved their teasing banter when she wasn’t driving him mad with worry. Naurel was listening to the two of them and jumped when someone plopped down in a chair near her at the end of the table.

“Geralt you gorgeous beast, who are you lovely friends?”

Geralt shook his head and sighed. “Jaskier,” he nodded in greeting. He let Naurel and Ciri introduce themselves though kept his arm possessively around Naurel. Jaskier was a friend but he was also amorous and for some reason that bothered him where his newest companion was concerned.

“How did two such lovely creatures end up with such a grumpy, silent companion?” Jaskier wondered. 

“He’s not silent nor grumpy,” you smiled at the bard. 

“He’s grumpy and bossy,” Ciri teased. 

The waitress approached and Geralt ordered food for the three of them before joining the conversation. “I’m surprised to find you this far north this close to the snowy season.  I know you hate cold weather.”

“You are right,” Jaskier chuckled. “Oddly enough I’ve been looking for you. You are a very hard witcher to find. You would think with the white hair, yellow eyes, and rippling muscles that you would stand out more.” Naurel chuckled.

“Jaskier,” Geralt grumbled, stopping the bard from babbling. “Why were you looking for me? Is everything alright?” 

“A friend, no, no she’s not a friend she’s a,” he stopped himself before he finished his thought. “Someone we have in common needs to speak with you. She’s rather insistent and very annoying and she keeps following me. I implore you, please speak to her before I throw myself off a cliff.”

Geralt paused as if he was considering the option of speaking to someone or letting him jump, only answering when Jaskier whined indignantly. He had an idea of who the bard was talking about but he wondered why she just didn’t come to him herself. He’d heard that she survived the battle of Sodden from Triss and he was happy to hear his friend was still alive. “Is she here?”

“I’m here,” Yennefer said from behind him. “We need to speak, alone,” she looked at the others pointedly. 

He nodded and stood. “Jaskier, stay with them until I return?”

“Of course,” he smiled as he started asking both of them questions.

Yennefer led Geralt to an out-of-the-way corner near the stairs. She noticed that he positioned himself so that he could still see the table. “I need your help. Something has happened. I’ve searched everywhere, through all the lore about magic and chaos except the books at Kaer Morhen.”

“What are you searching for?”

“A spell,” she lied. “I am searching for a spell to try and help Istredd study the monoliths.” She wasn’t going to expose her weakness to anyone. It was bad enough that the old woman was in her head calling to her, telling her to bring both the woman and the girl to her; she wasn’t about to tell him she had lost her ability to do magic as well.

“Why doesn’t that ring true to me?” Geralt gave her a look.

“Fine, don’t help me,” she hissed and started to walk away.

“Yennefer,” he stopped her. “Portal to Kaer Morhen. Vesemir is willing to work with sorceresses and mages. He will show you the books you are looking for.”

“Why don’t we just travel together?” she asked. “Seems like you seem to be gathering a rather large party on your journey,” she eyed his new friends. “I could help you look after them. They both seem sort of defenseless.”

He could use some help protecting them since Ciri seemed to be so dead set on getting herself hurt. Maybe with Yennefer’s magic, he could actually rest a bit. “You want to travel, on foot, in the cold. You know it will be snowing soon?”

“Please witcher, the weather does not bother me,” she scoffed and walked back to the group at the table. She made sure to place herself next to Naurel where Geralt had been. Jealousy made her blood boil when she noticed how Geralt looked at the woman. The witcher and his new child suprise were supposed to be her family, not this woman's. She was tired of life screwing her over and giving everyone else what was rightfully hers.

Geralt frowned but sat next to Ciri. “Yennefer has decided to join us for the rest of our journey home.” Naurel looked into his eyes in question but didn’t speak, Jaskier however did.

“I’m going to then,” he insisted.

“I thought you wanted to be rid of her?” Geralt asked.

“Rid of me?” Yennefer scoffed. “I saved your life.”

“No, you distracted him so I could run. That’s not saving me, that's being a tease,” Jaskier argued. Ciri laughed at the two of them.

Their food was served and Naurel picked a small piece off of her bread and ate it as she listened to Jaskier tell stories of his time with Geralt. The bard was funny and he had kind eyes. She liked him. She could see how he would get on Geralt’s nerves though with his knack for babbling and Geralt being stoic and quiet.

‘The redhead! Bring the red head’ the deathless mother screamed in her head over and over. It was becoming hard to ignore but she pushed it to the back of her mind and continued on with the conversation. “Awe you left out the story of how the three of us met,” Yennefer interjected. “All bloody and dying because of the Djinn. Geralt, ever the protector, riding in to find me to save you.” She saw the muscles in Geralt’s jaw flex as he clenched his teeth.

“Well, he ended up saving you too,” Jaskier snapped. “More than saving you if I remember correctly.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt sighed.

The bard looked up and quickly realized he’d said too much. “But he came to his senses!”

She closed the door behind her before laying on the bed next to her friend. “He thought she was dead,” she explained softly. She wanted to be sure she knew Geralt had not intentionally tried to hurt her though Ciri never realized that Yennefer and Geralt were mates.

“I know,” her voice choked as she lost her battle with her tears. “It’s my fault,” she repeated to herself more than Ciri. She took the comfort Ciri offered and allowed the young girl to play with her hair before she ran over to the chamber pot and vomited.

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[flowercrown-bard]

Autumn had never been Geralt's favourite season.

Brown leaves, foggy days, hungry monsters.

Cold nights made Geralt dream of going home to Kaer Morhen, where he could embrace his brothers and fall asleep in a pile of furs, laid out in front of a fire.

Despite having winter to look forward to, this year, he found the thought wasn't as comforting as it used to be.

Every time he tried to imagine coming home, he was reminded of the one thing he wouldn't have with him at the Keep.

Flighty as he was, his bard always stayed with him through autumn, warming him in the night and making the short days a little brighter.

Geralt didn't want to think about watching him turn away to head to Oxenfurt, once it got too cold for him on the Path.

Hell, it probably already was too cold.

If Geralt had been less selfish, he would have told Jaskier to go find a court to stay, weeks ago.

Jaskier deserved to sleep in a warm bed and eat food that wasn't cooked with what little seasoning Geralt carried with him.

Kaer Morhen had warm beds, he thought before he could stop himself, and Jaskier would love Vesemir's cooking.

Letting out a low growl, Geralt shook his head to get rid of those thoughts.

"Must you always grunt like that?" Jaskier asked with a fond roll of his eyes, looking up from the golden leaves he had been collecting from the ground.

Next to him, Roach huffed, apparently agreeing with him.

Of course she would betray Geralt like that.

Puffing himself up like a bird, Jaskier put his hands on his hips and turned to Geralt fully with a teasing glint in his eyes.

Quietly, Geralt thought that this was how he wanted to remember him, when the nights grew long and cold.

"Really, this might be our last month together this year and you don't even answer me in full sentences when I tell you I found leaves in the colour of your eyes."

Scrunching up his nose, Jaskier shook his head.

Tentatively, Geralt came closer, plucked the leaves out of Jaskier's hand and took his now free hand in his.

Unfortunately, his mind stopped working as soon as they touched.

"Visit more places with me," he blurted out clumsily, unable to get his thoughts in order, "before it gets too cold to travel."

When Jaskier only stared at him, Geralt swallowed thickly and continued.

"Xin'trea is supposed to be nice this time of year, or Beauclair or the coast or...," his voice dropped to a whisper, "or Kaer Morhen."

"Yes!" Jaskier said before Geralt had time to take the words back, “I would love to stay with you."

Zoning in on the way Jaskier's lips parted in a brilliant smile, Geralt dropped the golden leaves, letting them tumble to the ground, so his hand was free to cup Jaskier's cheek and pull him into a kiss.

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[thewritersaddictions]

Day One: Geralt R. + Marco/Micro

Being a dwarf wasn’t always easy. You got looked at all the time. The side eye wasn’t unusual for you, but you had grown to just deal with it. Letting it slide down your back like water on a duck.

The eyes that caught your eyes were yellow and dark. Telling you exactly one thing. The man in the dark corner wasn’t looking at you because he was disgusted rather he was excited to being eyeing you.

That night you were dragged up by the name you later learned was a Witcher. Geralt of Rivia he whispered into your ear as you laid naked like the day you were born.

It amazed you that someone who firstly knew nothing about you was so interested in you. Secondly you weren’t sure how you had ended up baked against a plush set of sheets and covers as Geralt hovered over you.

When Geralt stood he was much much taller then you. Eyeing you down as he grew hungery just by looking at you.

He had manhandled you all the way up to his room. Grabbing you swiftly off your feet and into his arms. If you had been smarter, less in awe you would have slapped him across his face, but as his shoulder sat between your thighs his lips kissing down your thighs teasing you harshly. Never once giving you what you wanted it was hard to think about how you managed to get here at all.

“Fuck you taste so sweet agasint my tongue.” Geralt moaned as he finally gave into his urges. Licking a strip up your cunt. If he had been a gentleman which most times he wasn’t. He would have wine and dined you before grabbing you and taking you back to his room.

He wants a gentleman though so here he was tongue fucking you. Your hands in his silver locks and pulling tugging wanting his lips on your clit desperately. Your moans filled the small room. “Fuck GeralT! You’re divine at this, please.. I bed of you don’t stop…” He stopped, his yellow eyes hazed over with sex on the mind. “I wouldn’t dream of it Y/n.” He murmured.

When he stripped, finally stripped himself of his garments. Your face betrayed you. Your eyes stood wide and excited as his cock stood tall. “I don’t… I’m sure you won’t fit Geralt.” He rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Oh my stupid little dear I’ll make it for don’t you worry.” He said before kissing you roughly and shoving his length deep within you.

Once more your moans echoed agasint the walls, and you tired to steady yourself on his hips, but nothing worked that was until his large death grip hands found your tiny hips. With each slam your mind drifted and your eyes crossed leaving you in peaceful bliss.

“So tight, and all just for me baby? Can’t take can you? Can’t take my big fat cock driving into this tiny little cunt.” He teased as he’d slam hard into you and without remorse. Your bobbing head and shaking body made you a rag doll in his arms. “Uhhh, fuck… fuck me geralt…” hands threading through your hair. Rita bouncing that gave Geralt something to memorize.

“Yeah you come undone for me. Come on Y/n, cum on my cock. You know you want to, and you know.” A hard thrust in and then almost all the way out. “You know you want me to cum deep inside ya baby don’t deny it. I can feel her fluttering around me. Sucking me in deeper and deeper.” Geralt continued to talk, continued to thirst as you fell deeper and deeper until the whites of your eyes was all you could see.

Completed on: 05/31/23

Posted on 10/01/23

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[geraltyen-of-corvobianco]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 [ⱽᵃˡᵉⁿᵗⁱⁿᵉ'ˢ ᴰᵃʸ ²⁰²⁴ 💕] (Expand to read the entire story)

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It all started as a gentle cruise down the little stream,

A book in his hands, the Witcher reads.

'Twas just a simple fairytale, the usual action and love,

But his Sorceress beside him sat engrossed, her eyes filled with mirth.

But underlying that mirth is a hint of excitement, glistening with wonder,

And the Witcher is left to speculate, what would happen if he intentionally makes a blunder.

No doubt the excitement would intensify,

Sexual desires, fervent passion and much more,

But wouldn't that be too early, he wondered, as he glared at the still-blue sky,

If only it were night, so he could open the door.

"Door?" the sorceress purred in his mind.

Oh dammit! It's too early!

The sorceress leaned closer, a subtle smirk on her lips - she's certainly putting him in a bind!

Fingers quivering, the book at risk of falling into the river -

The setting sun unexpectedly saved it, as the Witcher, with his deft hands,

Made a swift turn and flicked the book onto the deck, while at the same time gently, lovingly, pulled the sorceress onto his chest.

How had the setting sun save the book you ask?

Well...

"Well played, Witcher. Well played."

"Hmm, what do you mean?" the Witcher said, feigning innocence.

"Sunsets are always so gorgeous, aren't they?" Yen replied, deciding to spare her adorable Witcher.

"Forever radiant and gorgeous, just like the lady beside me."

"Oh stop it, you."

.

.

The sky inevitably darkened, and as the stars come out to play,

Dinner was served, with the candlelight as their only sunray...

.

.

"Please tell me you didn't make everything yourself." Yen teased.

"Oh, but what if I did?" Geralt said, pretending to be hurt.

Yennefer chuckled with amusement, her violet eyes glistening in the moonlight. At that moment, all Geralt could think about was how gorgeous she looked. What else does he think about except that; but yes - she's so beautiful.

Yennefer put a hand out and stroked his face, her amused eyes gradually softening to one of gratitude. No words or explanation were needed. It was a jest; they both knew it. And they both know if he were the real chef, Yen would still eat it all. With lots of teasing and jesting about how badly he cooked but, she will never reject him. She will never hurt him.

Later, before they reached their destination, they toasted for their love. And happiness. Because what is love without happiness?

. . The boat finally rocked to a stop,

And without warning, the sorceress leaped!

Clothes begone and goblets overturned,

The Witcher was flabbergasted,

As he sat amidst overturned plates, crashes and messes.

He heard her delirious, playful laughter,

Taunting him relentlessly to chase her faster.

He leaped to the pier after, obliging her wishes,

And tried to catch her, but dammit, he misses!

"Oh Witcher, Witcher, why are your clothes still on?"

So this was what it's about was it?!

"Of course it is, what else do you think it was?"

Of course it had to end that way.

"Of course, of course. Now come here Witcher...come closer to me..."

The sorceress let herself be caught, cornered between a Witcher and a tree,

The Witcher smirked, and let his clothes be dropped,

Then he held her close, lest she flees,

And they made love under the moonlight this valentines' day,

Deeply, fervently, blissfully - to the extent that no words can ever convey...💜

~

Thank you for reading till the end! Happy Valentine's Day 🥰💜

P.S.

Also, here's an aesthetic shot of the boat painstakingly made just for the background/setting of this post :')

#the witcher #geralt of rivia #witcher fan art #yennefer of vengerberg #yennefer x geralt #geralt x yennefer #valentines day #geraltyen of corvobianco

[bambirex]

New Depths

Pairings: Geraskefer

Characters: Jaskier, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt of Rivia

Additional tags: sex magic, cursed sex, but it's the good kind, jaskier has a vagina, penis in vagina sex, oral sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, riding, dirty talk, anal fingering, pegging, strap-ons, sex toys, porn what plot/porn without plot, threesome- f/m/m

Word count: 3,375 words

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: explicit

Summary: Jaskier asks Yennefer to perform a strange spell on him. No one's ready for how much he actually enjoys the results.

Author's notes: More than 3k words of pure smut, all centered around Jaskier having a pussy? It's more likely than you think! He's a kinky bastard and he would absolutely get a kick out of this, as much as I do.

Feedback, as always, is super appreciated!!

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Yennefer threw her head back with a moan as Jaskier’s tongue slid across her clit. She spread her legs wider, welcoming his fingers inside. She was a vision of ultimate, debauched pleasure, making the most beautiful sounds as Jaskier teased her with his tongue and drew out her bliss with his hand. She rocked her hips forward for more, one hand tangling in Jaskier’s hair to shove his face closer to her mound.

“That’s it,” she breathed, languidly moving against Jaskier’s face and fingers, “you’re so good for me.”

Jaskier moaned against her clit. He circled his tongue quicker, pressing it against the sensitive bundle of nerves. He hooked his fingers and rubbed that sweet spot inside her until she trembled, her wetness gushing out. She tightened around Jaskier’s fingers as she came, her pussy throbbing as the bard licked her through her orgasm.

Yennefer’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes hooded with bliss as she looked down at him. Jaskier licked his mouth with a happy purr before he nuzzled against Yennefer’s thigh. Yennefer smiled as she caressed his hair.

“How does it feel?” Jaskier asked. Yennefer cocked an eyebrow at him.

“What, you’re getting insecure about your skills, now? You know it feels incredible.”

“I mean, how does it feel,” Jaskier ran his hand over Yennefer’s mound, “to have this?”

Yennefer blinked at him. She waited for a clearer explanation to come, but Jaskier just stared up at her curiously, still caressing her skin.

“Not sure what you expect me to tell you, Jaskier. You know exactly what it feels like to be fucked.”

“I know,” Jaskier chuckled, “you know I love that. But being fucked in the ass must feel different than being touched here, no? It’s all… different.”

There was a strange longing in his eyes. It made Yennefer perk up.

“Sometimes,” Jaskier continued, almost forlornly, running his fingers over Yennefer’s inner thigh in circles, “I wish I had what you have. Just for a couple days. I’ve seen you and other people in the throes of passion when they were touched here, and fuck. I wanna know what it’s like.”

He licked his lips as he looked up at Yennefer. A smirk slowly spread on his face, and his eyes turned dark. Yennefer found a new fire burning up in her core.

“Maybe you can help me, beloved witch of mine,” Jaskier all but purred. He knelt up until they were face level. He rubbed his nose along Yennefer’s jaw. “Would you fulfill the wish of your longing lover?”

“You want me to magic you a pussy,” Yennefer stated with a chuckle. Jaskier bit his lip, but there was no shame in his expression. Of course. He didn’t know shame. He enjoyed pleasure in all its form: he was quite greedy when it came to sex, and he never wanted to stop experimenting. Honestly, it was a wonder he hasn’t requested something like this before.

“Just for a few days,” Jaskier drawled. He kissed Yennefer’s neck, making her shiver pleasantly. “Gift me with the pleasure you feel.”

Fuck, this should have been ridiculous. Instead, Yennefer felt heat coil in her lower belly at his words. She had never met a man who practically begged her to make his cock disappear and replace it with a cunt, but Jaskier was no ordinary man. And if he looked so sweet bent over and getting fucked in his ass, how incredible would he be if he got to experience what Yennefer felt? What kind of sounds he would make?

Yennefer didn’t need further convincing. It was enough for Jaskier to look up at her like that, and for her to imagine what was to come.

Jaskier probably knew he already won, because he gave her a smug smirk as he rose to his feet, just in time for Geralt to arrive. The witcher stopped in the doorway, his eyes lighting up at the sight of his naked, flushed lovers.

“You started without me,” he sounded almost hurt, if it wasn’t for the obvious lust in his eyes. Jaskier sauntered over to him and kissed him on the lips, shamelessly pressing his naked body against Geralt’s.

“Yennefer is going to give me something new,” he grinned. Geralt raised an eyebrow in question.

“Something new?”

“He wants me to make him a pussy,” Yennefer explained easily as she stood from her seat. She enjoyed Geralt’s hungry eyes on her body as she walked over to him. “He wants to know how that feels.”

Geralt hummed. He looked at Jaskier who kept grinning. Geralt reached out and grabbed his jaw, making Jaskier gasp in delight.

“I’d love to see that,” he drawled. Yennefer grinned. She better got to work quickly.

--

It took her about a week to come up with a spell that was reversible, harmless and actually enjoyable. She was still a little nervous that she would end up accidentally hurting Jaskier, but the bard didn’t seem to have those hung-ups. He lounged on the bed completely naked, legs spread apart. His cock was already erect, his cheeks flushed. His long lashes fluttered as Geralt kissed all over his neck, his calloused fingers toying with Jaskier’s nipples.

“Are you ready?” Yennefer asked as she sat on the bed with them. Jaskier nodded, spreading his thighs further apart. Yennefer gave his cock a teasing squeeze, making him gasp.

“Aren’t you gonna miss this?”

“A little,” Jaskier admitted. He licked his lips slowly. “But I’m craving something new.”

Yennefer shook her head with a fond smile. She exchanged a glance with Geralt, who looked just as excited as Jaskier. Of course, he was no blushing virgin either. Their sex life was never boring.

Yennefer placed her hand over Jaskier’s dick and murmured the spell under her breath. Jaskier squirmed a little and made a sound, but he didn’t seem to be in discomfort. Yennefer could feel her magic course through her fingertips, and she felt warmth spread beneath her hand. Geralt peered over her shoulder, a little concerned.

When Yennefer pulled her hand back, Geralt made a guttural, deep noise. Jaskier looked down and let out a delighted gasp. Yennefer grinned.

She ran her fingers over the thick dark hair over Jaskier’s newfound mound. He gasped as Yennefer tugged on the hair playfully, pulling it just enough to give him that thrilling, light ache that he loved. He looked beautiful. His mound was fleshy, and as he opened his legs, Yennefer saw that tantalizing pink valley. She ran a finger down on it, making Jaskier tremble.

“How does it feel?” Geralt asked, watching Yennefer’s hand explore. His hand was on Jaskier’s thigh, his fingers digging into his flesh. Jaskier whimpered as Yennefer experimentally spread his lips.

“Interesting,” Jaskier breathed. His chest heaved as he stared down between his legs. “Oh, it feels…wet.”

“Good,” Yennefer laughed. She continued teasing her fingers along Jaskier’s labia that swell under her touch. She could smell his arousal. Geralt probably smelt it, too, if his moan was any indication. Yennefer cupped his cheek with her other hand, smirking at him.

“Look,” she told him as she spread Jaskier. Geralt licked his lips hungrily as Yennefer pressed her thumb against Jaskier’s clit. Jaskier cried out.

“Again,” he demanded, pushing his hips forward. Yennefer took Geralt’s hand and led it there. Geralt immediately understood his job. He started gently rubbing Jaskier’s clit with his thumb while Yennefer teased his opening. Jaskier grabbed onto the sheets and swore.

“Sweet Melitele,” he all but wheezed, his body shivering as Geralt rubbed him. Geralt grinned and started kissing over Jaskier’s mound, burying his face in the generous hair there. Yennefer gently pushed her index finger inside. It slipped in easily, as Jaskier was already soaking wet. Jaskier made a beautiful sound and immediately clenched around her finger.

“More,” he whined, desperately fucking himself on the finger inside him. He threw a hand over his face, mewling when Geralt pressed on his clit a little harder. “Fuck, I’m going to die. Can you die from sex that’s too good…? Ah!”

His back arched off the bed as Yennefer carefully added another finger. Jaskier yielded so perfectly, beautifully opening up to them. His wetness trickled down Yennefer’s knuckles. He grabbed onto Geralt’s hair and pulled on it desperately. Poor thing didn’t know what to do with himself as he got overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Do you think you can handle three?” Yennefer asked him. She gently scissored her fingers inside, stretching him out. Jaskier made a breathless sound. It must have been so strange for him, to be filled in this new, unfamiliar place, but he took to the sensation like a duck to water. He took cock so well in his tight ass, being fucked in a much wetter, much more stretchy hole was a piece of cake for him.

“Yes!” Jaskier all but cried. He clamped down around Yennefer’s fingers, desperately sucking them deeper inside. Geralt gently pinched his clit between two fingers, rubbing the sensitive nub between them. Jaskier nearly sobbed with pleasure.

“You feel so good, Jask,” Geralt murmured. He continued pleasuring him as Yennefer pushed another finger inside him. He was so warm, so wet, velvety soft around her fingers. He was perfect like that. Yennefer hooked her fingers to find that spot inside him. She grinned as she felt it, and as Jaskier practically howled.

“Fu-uck, Yennefer, Geralt, fuck, ah!” Jaskier screamed incoherently as he trashed on the bed. Geralt murmured sweet nothings to him as he pressed down on his clit harder. Yennefer fucked him fast, attacking his sweet spot, determined to make him cum on the first try.

Jaskier made an almost inhuman sound as he came, tightening around Yennefer’s fingers like a vice and shoving his hips hard against Geralt’s hand. He seemed to be coming for ages before he collapsed on the bed, chest rising up and down quickly, his body twitching with the tremors of his orgasm.

“This was… fucking incredible,” Jaskier panted. “This was heaven.”

--

It must have been truly heaven for him, because he seemed to be insatiable. He insisted to keep his new appendage for a little longer.

Geralt woke up that night to a weight pressing down on him. He blearily blinked his eyes open. Jaskier sat on his lap, naked as they all slept that night. He rocked against Geralt’s crotch, whimpering softly.

“Hey,” Geralt greeted him croakily. “What are you doing?”

His cock quickly filled out and rose in interest as Jaskier kept rubbing against it. Geralt sat up and grabbed his hips. Jaskier whined.

“Fuck me,” Jaskier all but begged. Geralt could feel his wetness drench his lap as he grinded down against him. He swore as Jaskier’s swollen pussy lips caught his dick between them. Jaskier gasped and rocked against him harder.

“Are you sure?” Geralt asked, his own composure crumbling at the delicious friction. He ached to be inside Jaskier, but he didn’t want to hurt him.

“Please,” Jaskier nearly cried, “I need you in here. Right now. Please, Geralt. I need you.”

The fact Jaskier was so obsessed with his new magical body part lit a fire inside Geralt. He groaned as he kissed Jaskier hungrily, licking inside his mouth as he moved his own hips forward, letting them rub together. Jaskier never stopped whining against his mouth, desperately wriggling to get Geralt inside.

“Slow down,” Geralt warned him. He stilled Jaskier with an iron grip around his waist. He positioned his dick at his entrance carefully. Jaskier’s hole was already wet and twitching, needily trying to pull him in. Geralt carefully started pushing inside. He watched Jaskier’s face as he went in, inch by inch. Jaskier cried out and clawed at his shoulders for leverage.

“Does it hurt?” Geralt asked. He slipped a hand between them to gently rub Jaskier’s clit, trying to take his mind off the pain.

“Burns a little,” Jaskier admitted. He closed his eyes and breathed through his nose. “But I want it.”

Geralt continued playing with his clit as the head of his dick slowly popped in. He let Jaskier sit on it for a while. Soon enough, Jaskier’s pain melted to give place to pleasure as he started rocking his hips. His eyes rolled back in his head.

“Oh, this feels so good,” he moaned as he moved his hips back and forth. Geralt didn’t move, letting him ride the way he wanted. Yennefer stirred awake next to them. Geralt saw the confusion on her face give place to thrill as she watched them.

“Someone’s pussy was hungry, huh?” She cooed. Jaskier moaned at her words. He gripped onto Geralt’s shoulders as he lifted himself. He was always very good at riding, but it felt much different this way. He was as wet as Yennefer was, easily sliding down on Geralt’s length. He moaned as Jaskier easily took him all the way, spearing himself on his cock.

Yennefer nuzzled into Geralt’s neck, peppering kisses all over his skin as she watched the show unfold. Jaskier tossed his head back, revealing the long line of his neck as he rode Geralt with abandon. He kept making those beautiful sounds, and he was so tight and wet around his dick, Geralt was sure he wouldn’t be able to last long. Yennefer’s hot breath against his neck, and her clever fingers teasing his chest didn’t help matters.

“Cum inside me,” Jaskier all but demanded as he bounced on his dick up and down. “I want you to fill me up here.”

Geralt swore. Yennefer grinned against his neck.

“You heard him,” she whispered hotly, “do it, now.”

Geralt’s grip on Jaskier’s hips tightened as he pulled him down. Jaskier moaned in bliss as Geralt pumped deep inside him. Geralt buried his face in Jaskier’s chest as he came in him. Jaskier followed him soon, shaking and whimpering as he clenched around Geralt’s oversensitive dick.

Yennefer watched them with a triumphant grin.

--

When Jaskier played with this idea for the first time, he was certain it would feel good. He knew other people who had pussies loved to be touched and fucked there, but his imagination was nothing compared to the real thing. It was a feeling so utterly perfect, that Jaskier just couldn’t get enough.

Poor Geralt and Yennefer soon started to run ragged with his needs. He has always been an insatiable man in bed, but this new experience took him to new heights. He always wanted something inside his soaking wet hole, or a tongue lapping up his pleasure, toying with his sensitive clit. He practically got addicted to the sensations his cunt could offer.

If his lovers weren’t around to take care of him, he was more than happy to pleasure himself. He would grab one of his toys and shove it deep inside him, fucking himself until he saw stars.

Yennefer and Geralt always enjoyed the show when they accidentally walked in on him, just like now, as he laid on the bed, back arching like a bowstring as he worked the dildo in and out of himself. Jaskier cried out as the thick head of the toy hit that incredible spot inside him. It felt similar to that spot inside his ass that always made him writhe with pleasure. Jaskier squeezed his eyes shut as he tirelessly fucked himself, his cunt hungrily clenching around the toy.

“You just can’t get enough, can you,” Geralt drawled. He palmed his dick through his pants as he watched him. Jaskier cracked one eye open, his body lighting up as he saw them staring at him from the doorway. He angled the toy to hit that spot again, crying out.

“Maybe we should keep you that way,” Yennefer grinned, licking her lips. “Keep that needy cunt.”

Jaskier panted as he fucked himself harder. His wrist ached, but he didn’t want to stop. He writhed on the bed, looking up at his lovers with lust-filled eyes.

“We should get you a plug,” Yennefer continued, her eyes fixated on the large dildo stretching Jaskier’s hole obscenely. “So you would never go empty.”

“Those plugs that can vibrate on their own,” Geralt added with a smirk. “Pleasuring you all the time. Otherwise you would never be satisfied.”

Jaskier felt tears of pleasure stream down his face as he pressed the toy deep inside, dragging it along his sensitive inner walls before filling himself up completely, desperately trying to quell this ever-lasting hunger in him.

--

He tasted so incredible. Different than Yennefer, a little less salty, but still intense and unique. Geralt licked into him hungrily, tasting his overflowing pleasure as he thrusted his tongue inside his hole. Jaskier trembled against his face, his thighs clamping around his head as he rode Geralt’s tongue.

He smelled delicious, too. Geralt buried his nose in his hairy mound, breathing in the intoxicating, heady scent of his arousal. He gripped Jaskier’s thighs tighter, helping him rock against his face.

Yennefer stood over his chest, gently tapping Jaskier’s hips. Jaskier lifted them weakly so Yennefer could finger his ass. He trembled and mewled as he was attacked with pleasure from both sides. Geralt thrust his tongue deep just as Yennefer scissored her own lubed fingers inside Jaskier’s asshole. Jaskier buckled, grabbing at the headboard to keep himself from collapsing over Geralt’s face.

“Relax,” Yennefer purred as she retracted her fingers and started pressing the toy that was attached to her groin with straps to Jaskier’s hole. Jaskier bit his lip hard, all the muscles in his body twitching and shuddering as Yennefer slowly breached him. Geralt flicked his tongue against his clit, enjoying the way Jaskier trembled above him.

“Good boy,” Yennefer cooed once she was inside. Jaskier mumbled something incoherent under his breath as Yennefer started fucking into him from behind, while Geralt slid his tongue across the entire length of his pussy.

Geralt moaned as he shoved his face in there, wanting to get as much of his taste and smell as he could. He pointed his tongue and thrusted it inside, fucking Jaskier in the same rhythm as Yennefer worked the strap-on in and out of him.

Jaskier gripped the headboard until his knuckles turned white. His thighs shook with the effort to keep himself up. He threw his head back and sobbed as Geralt moved his tongue inside him in a circular motion, lapping up his arousal. Yennefer gripped his hips as she rocked in and out of him, the head of the toy hitting his prostate on every thrust. Yennefer didn’t take that away, exactly so they could pleasure Jaskier in every way until he practically exploded.

The bed shook as Jaskier desperately undulated on Geralt’s face, unable to decide whether he wanted to fuck himself back on Yennefer’s toy or on Geralt’s tongue. He sobbed and howled as his pleasure rose and rose, his body pulled tight with the need to release.

He let out a long, loud scream as he finally snapped and squirted all over Geralt’s face. Geralt eagerly lapped up the wet heat that smeared over his lips and trickled down his chin. Yennefer gave Jaskier one more thrust before she pulled out of him.

Jaskier was barely conscious as they laid him between them. He drifted off while they cleaned him and each other off. He only opened his eyes again when he was in his lovers’ arms.

“So, was getting a pussy worth it?” Yennefer asked as she caressed his flushed, sweaty face. Jaskier chuckled weakly.

“Look at the state of me for the past few days and decide for yourself.”

Geralt grinned as he kissed his shoulder. “Do you want to keep it?”

Jaskier yawned softly as he burrowed into their warmth.

“I do miss my cock. Wonder where he went. He must be so scared all alone wherever he is. But on a more serious note, I do want it back. But… I can’t say when the mood for this will take me again.”

Yennefer and Geralt exchanged a grin over Jaskier’s head. Now they were both sure that if Jaskier asked Yennefer for this special spell again, they would be more than willing to play along once more.

#geraskefer #jaskier #yennefer of vengerberg #geralt of rivia #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fic #my fic #geraskefer fanfiction #geraskefer fic

[sarahisslytherin]

two left feet || geralt of rivia

summary: there’s a festival in town, and you’re taking the witcher dancing whether he likes it or not. contains: nothing, just like, tooth rotting fluff. a/n: in mourning of the rightful geralt of rivia. *cough* fuck off gale *cough*

the chatter of the townspeople and clinking of cups rang through the tavern. your eyes widened in wonder as you took in the scene. couples danced merrily on the floor, old friends exchanged stories over drinks, booming laughs nearly drowning out the music. 

geralt’s figure loomed behind you like a shadow, a steady and protective hand on the small of your back as you weaved your way through the crowd, leading him towards an empty table.

“what fun!” you giggled as you sat down and the witcher took his place opposite you. “look at all the people!”

“hmm.” he huffed, eyeing the room cautiously.

“geralt.” you sighed. “lighten up, no one will pick a fight with you here. they’re too busy enjoying themselves, you ought to try it sometime.”

his lips curled into a smirk at that, amber eyes meeting yours. “is that so?”

“yes!” you laughed. “it’s a festival! a time to be festive! now, come, you old grump. dance with me!”

“no, no.” geralt shook his head, squirming away from your reach. “you can dance, i’ll watch.”

“like hell you will!” you insisted. “on your feet, witcher!”

“but-”

“no buts!” you hollered as you began to pull him into the crowd. you knew he hated this but you also knew he loved you, and if he could handle any sort of monster he could certainly handle one night of dancing.

“wait!” he called, and you stopped in your tracks. “i can’t.”

“why not?” you asked.

“i, i don’t know how to dance.” geralt admitted, his eyes falling to his boots, still covered in snow. “it’s foolish, i know. it’s only that you’re so graceful and lovely and i’m, clunky and a bit of a brute is all. i wouldn’t want to embarrass you.”

your jaw must’ve dropped to the floor because soon enough he was giving you a look of annoyance. “don’t look at me like that.” he grunted in that voice of his.

“i’m sorry.” you couldn’t help but tease. “ i just never took the big, bad witcher for someone who cared about other people’s opinion.

“your opinion.” he corrected swiftly. “i care about your opinion.”

a smirk crept upon your face as your arms slithered around geralt’s torso. “you want to know my opinion, geralt?”

“hmm.” he grunted. you knew what he meant.

“i don’t give a shit that you’ve got two left feet.” you whispered for only him to hear. “i think you’re amazing in every aspect of the word, and i won’t go into detail for fear of your head getting even bigger than it already is.” he tickled you in the side for that.

“come, witcher. you can’t be good at everything.” you chuckled as he let you pull him onto the dance floor. he took the proper stance at first, your hand in his, a hand on your waist. but when the time came to move, it cost him. he was so large, and he couldn’t find the rhythm to save his life. you couldn’t help but giggle at the scene.

“don’t laugh!” he scolded you, chuckling himself.

“i can’t help it! you’re too adorable!”

“oh, shut up.” he pulled you in for a deep kiss, effectively shutting you up before trying once more. stubborn mule, you thought fondly. this time was a tad better, your bodies closer together and more in sync than before. the music was jovial, enough to put a smile on geralt’s face when you looked up at him, or perhaps it was you who had put it there. either way, he was smiling. 

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[sillyrabbit81]

The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood - Part Ten

Series Summary: Lori "Babycakes" Tate swore she would never date a biker but when her life is in danger, she is put under the protection of a small club known as The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood. She suddenly finds herself attracted to not one, but five bikers.

A reverse harem, biker AU.

Part Ten Summary: Mike discovers what the other Brothers have been discussing and he and Lori become closer.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC, Walter Marshall x OFC, Mike x OFC, Geralt x OFC, August Walker x OFC

Word Count: Approx. 2.9k

Warnings:

Series Warnings: Reverse harem, age gap (OFC 23, ages range from 23 to mid 40s), oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected p in v sex, anal sex, group sex, masturbation, praise kink, mentions of body fluids, drug use, recreational drinking, sex work, criminal activities, mention of death, violence, use of weapons, mentions of war, mentions of abuse, angst, fluff, probably a lot more that I will add as they come up.

Part Ten Warnings: Mild smut (mostly kissing), some angst, mention of masturbation (male), a bit of fluff

Authors Note: Thanks as always to my lovely BBFs (Best Beta's forever) @henryobsessed and @nashibirne .

So here is my attempt at a Mike POV. I hope you enjoy it!

Divider made by me. Edited by me, there will be errors.

Masterlist

Parts Masterlist

Part Nine Part Eleven

Mike

It was hard not to watch Sy and Lori say goodbye without a little spike of envy.

Alright, fuck. I was this close from boiling a rabbit level of jealousy.

But I felt bad about that. Really bad. I owed Sy a lot and I hated that it didn’t stop me from still wanting to be with Lori. Standing outside their room last night was fucking torture. It was sheer force of will that stopped me from trying to sneak a look through the tiny slither of light that seeped through a gap in curtains. And nothing I did had stopped my dick from getting hard.

“I don’t know how he hasn’t killed Walker,” I said to Geralt as I forced myself to watch the street like I was supposed to.

He grunted, but said nothing.

“Think he’ll try something, G? Walker I mean.”

He shrugged.

I glanced back at Sy and Lori and they were looking at us. 

“What are they talking about?” I wondered out loud.

“He’s telling her that whatever happens when he’s gone won’t change how he feels about her.”

My face scrunched up, how the fuck did he know that? Then what he said sunk in and my jaw dropped. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“It’s hard to take your eyes off her isn’t it?” Geralt asked in that teasing way of his. 

“No shit,” I said, tearing my eyes away from them as they started kissing again. “But we should, she's his girl now.”

“Is she?” he asked. “She seems to enjoy the company of us all.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to be friendly. I’m not trying to…” I explained weakly and he raised an eyebrow at me.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

I felt my cheeks redden. Hell yeah, I thought about it, especially after the shit I heard last night. I thought about it in the shower after my watch and in the morning while pretending to take a dump so Marshall didn’t know what I was doing.

“Thinking about it isn’t the same as doing it,” I grumbled. “Man, this is so fucked up.”

Geralt hummed. “Is it? Are you really surprised that we’d fall for the same woman?”

“We had an agreement. She’s made her choice.”

“Perhaps she isn’t finished choosing.”

“Man, that's fucked up,” I said again. “You’re fucking crazy.”

The sound of Sy’s softail starting made me look back at them. Sy beckoned us with a short jerk of the head. 

Geralt lifted his chin to Sy in acknowledgement, but put a hand on my arm. “Think about it. Has Lori being with Sy made you feel any different about her?”

It hadn’t. Not one bit.

“But he’s my Brother,” I protested.

“And you are his.”

“Is this what you, Sy and Marshall have been whispering about?”

Geralt dipped his head. “Makes sense don’t you think?”

I let out a puff of breath. It did. Strangely it really fucking did. “Doesn’t mean it isn’t crazy.”

Geralt chuckled and let me go. “Since when does the Brotherhood care about doing something crazy?”

Lori wiped at silent tears as we approached. Sy took her bag out of his saddlebags and handed it to me. Geralt took her helmet.

“You ridin’ with Marshall?” Sy asked Lori.

“No, ah, Mike actually.”

“Mike,” he barked. “No God damn showin’ off, you hear me?”

“Told you. I’m not allowed to have any fun.” I said, rolling my eyes and putting my arm around Lori’s shoulder. 

I froze as I met Sy’s eyes. Fuck, I started to remove my arm but Sy surprised me by gripping my shoulder. 

“Take care of her, okay kid?” 

For a moment I was 19 again; lost, confused, really fucking stupid, but most of all desperate to have Sy treat me like an adult.

“You know I will,” I said as solemnly as I could.

“I know, li’l Brother,” he said and the way he said it told me that Geralt was right; Sy knew what was going to happen when he was gone… and he was still going.

I let Lori go and put my hand out. Sy took it and drew me into a hug. 

He chuckled as he slapped my back. “I don’t know why I keep callin’ ya ‘li’l’.”

“‘Cause you're old as dirt,” I said, cracking a grin.

Sy’s big paw swiped at the back of my head. I tried to duck but the bastard was fast.

“Dick,” I said, grinning as I rubbed my head. 

He didn't hit me hard, none of them ever did anymore. It was something they began doing when I first started hanging around and never stopped. The fact I could never duck them was what stung more than anything.

“Can I call you?” Lori asked Sy.

“Best ya don’t,” he said. “I don’t want anyone knowin’ ‘about you. It’s safer for you.”

Sy pulled Lori into another kiss, he held her so tight I thought he’d crush her spine. I suddenly became very interested in the colour of my motorcycle boots.

Eventually he put his helmet on and climbed onto his Softail. He gave the bike a few good revs, nodded at the three of us then rode away. 

He didn’t look back.

Lori watched him leave, motionless, even when he had ridden out of sight. 

Ah shit.

I glanced at Geralt, shrugging. What the fuck do we do now? He gestured towards Lori motioning to put my arm around her and I nodded.

“C’mon,” I said as gently as I could while I tucked her under my arm. 

She sniffed a little then sighed and leaned into me while I guided her to my V-Rod.

“You’re ok, Babycakes.” I whispered, tightening my arm. I tried to think of something nice to say to her. Something that will make her feel better. “He’ll be back before you know it. The rest of us will take good care of you, I promise. And when we get home, if you want, we could hang out. Watch some movies or play a game or something.”

She hummed softly. “What kind of game?”

Fuck, I’m a total idiot. She’s not going to want to play video games and now I’m going to look like a complete dork. I shoved her pack into my saddlebag and tried not to look at G. I knew he’d be laughing at me and he’ll give me shit later.

“Like computer games or something?” she asked. “I’m not really a gamer, but… You could teach me.”

“Yeah, I mean, if you want. We could just watch movies. You know, if you’re bored or whatever,” I tried to smile at her. I knew my face would be bright red.

“Sounds good,” she said. 

“Yeah?” My grin became real.

She returned my smile and wiped under her eyes.

“You’re even pretty when you cry,” I told her.

She laughed softly and shook her head. “Thanks Mike.”

Ok, maybe I didn’t completely suck at this.

We rode hard. My forearms were very nearly shot but we were lucky most of the distance was on the highway. It wasn’t as bad for me as the Brothers. They were frequently pulling back, looking for tails or racing ahead to make sure the path was clear. But we barely stopped all day. Just enough time for pee breaks and to scoff down a burger.

Plus I had Lori. I had her pressed up against me, clinging to me, resting her head against my shoulder. She felt so fucking good.

But I couldn’t enjoy it as much as I wanted to. I could tell she was in her head, not feeling it the way I was. And she was quiet. She barely spoke to me or the Brothers. Shit, she barely even looked at any of us. I tried to make her smile again a few times and while I was able to get her to raise the corners of her mouth once or twice, there was no spark in her eyes. 

What did we expect after what she’s been through?

It was still daylight when we pulled into the clubhouse. Lori and I stayed in the garage and the Brothers went to clear the buildings.

Like most clubhouses, the compound was in an industrial area on the outskirts of town. It was deceptively larger than you would think when you saw it from the road. It was surrounded by a high wall, razor wire and a second fence, only slightly shorter and it was covered with more wire. There were a few buildings, a couple of sheds, including a large one that served as Geralt’s workshop, a garage for bikes and a few other vehicles we had and the Clubhouse proper.

I started to check my bike while we waited. The breaks in particular. They had felt a little spongy by the end but were probably just overheated. I checked the mileage and saw it was due for an oil change so I lifted it onto a stand, dropped a drip tray beneath it and sat beside the bike while I let the oil run out.

“You guys have a great collection,” Lori said. She was walking past a row of about ten bikes.

“They’re mostly G’s and Sy’s. They're the real bike nuts. The rest of us roll with it cause it's expected I guess.”

“You look like you know your way around the bike though.”

“That’s G,” I told her, “he taught me how to take care of her.”

She smiled so I kept talking. “Marshall taught me how to shoot and tactical stuff.”

“And Walker?”

“He taught me how to turn the money I make into clean money, and how to get the most out of it. That’s how I got this baby.” I patted my bike, and pointed down the long garage to the few cars we had, “And that purple one over there.”

She grinned, “He should have taught you better taste in cars.”

“That's a 1999 Nissan Skyline GTR V-Spec. There’s only like 10 in the whole country. Legally anyway. That’s a fucking great car,” I protested. And expensive, it cost me a quarter of a million dollars.

Lori shrugged. “I prefer a bit of American muscle.”

“Don’t let Marshall hear you say that,” I teased.

She laughed at that. Blushed too. “Well, speaking of American muscle, what did Sy teach you?”

“Respect,” I said honestly.

She stopped laughing. 

I turned back to my bike and checked the chain. “He’s a good guy. I don’t know where I’d be if it weren’t for him.”

“He brought you in?”

“Yeah. I was hanging around downtown near this tattoo shop. A friend I went to college with dropped out and started working there. I’d been having some trouble and thought about dropping out too. Anyway, long story, but my grades dropped and I was having trouble paying my tuition but I was too scared to tell my parents. Eventually, I couldn’t afford accommodation and the shop had an apartment over the top which I thought was empty and my friend started sneaking me in sometimes and letting me sleep there. The manager found out and called the boss.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah, oh shit. So Sy shows up and I thought, okay, my friend’s going to get fired and I’m going to have the shit kick out of me.”

“My brother would have probably kicked the shit out of both of you.”

“Well, Sy didn’t. He spoke to my friend and once he found out what was going on, he said if I was going to stay, I’d have to earn my keep. Told me to clean and mop the shop, make sure it was tidy. He offered me an apprenticeship after a few months, but I can’t even trace for shit, let alone draw, so that wasn’t happening. He also made me go back to college.”

“So how did you end up here?” she asked, coming to sit beside me.

“I still don’t really know. Sy started picking me up and taking me on little jobs. I guess he was testing me, seeing how I’d react. After a while, he brought me here and G started teaching me about bikes. Apparently I was good at that, so I started working with him instead of at the shop. Later, Marshall started taking me to the range. After I graduated, I was called into Walker’s office and they asked me if I wanted to be a Prospect.”

“So that’s what you do now? Work with Geralt?”

“I have my own shop now. Cars mostly. The guys there work on imports,” I shrugged and grinned at her and she smiled back. “And of course, I do these kinds of jobs with the Brothers.”

“And that's all because of Sy?” Lori shook her head, “He didn’t tell me that.”

“He wouldn't. He’d say I earned it. Or that they only keep me around because they like having a pet idiot.”

She laughed again and I put my arm around her. She leaned her head on my shoulder. My heart started racing, thundering so hard in my chest I thought she must be able to hear it.

I wish I had more experience with girls. It's not that I hadn’t been with girls, but since being around the Brothers, I hadn’t really had to work hard to get them. They seemed to throw themselves at us. More often than not, they were throwing themselves at my Brothers and usually I got what was left. Which was still some top quality pussy I might add. But you could see in their eyes I was interchangeable, I could have been anyone, so I never cared if they felt good, if they enjoyed it. I fucked to get off and that was it.

I wanted Lori to see me, but at the same time, I was terrified she’d hate what she saw. I’d never been with a girl who I actually cared about before and I had no fucking idea what to do. I wanted to do things for her that I have never done for any woman before. And I don't mean that I want to buy her flowers.

She was so out of my league though. Cliche as it is, she wasn’t like the girls I was used to. She was more like the girls I knew in college, the ones who barely looked twice at me, the ones who saw me for what I was; a dumb fucking kid with an attitude problem. I thought I’d left those insecurities behind until Lori showed up.

I wondered what the others would do. Would they just risk it all and kiss her? They’d probably say something that would make her panties drop in two seconds.

I made her laugh, so what? That meant shit compared to what the other guys had to offer. Real experience, real understanding of women, of real, good women, not just the groupies who were attracted to what we represent more than they were attracted to us.

And I was such a fucking loser, asking her if she wanted to play fucking video games like a fucking teenager. So what if I still had a chance with her? I know I’m going to fuck it up at the first opportunity. If I hadn’t done so already. I knew I was headed straight for the friendzone and there wasn’t a fucking thing I could do about it.

“The guys are taking their time,” she said.

“They’ll be watching the cameras as well as doing a physical check of the buildings. Might do an electronic sweep too.”

She nodded. Then reached for my hand and looked up at me. “Thanks for today Mike. I enjoyed riding with you.”

My throat felt dry. God she was so fucking beautiful. 

I put my hand on her cheek, her skin was so soft, and warm. “I liked it too.”

She smiled. Really smiled. For the first time since this morning her steel-grey eyes seemed to dance; they looked so bright. I ran my thumb over the curve of her cheek as I licked my lips, and leaned into her slowly, giving her plenty of time to push me away. But she didn’t; she closed her eyes, put her hand on my wrist and let herself be guided to my mouth.

My lips brushed hers gently. She was so soft, her lips were like petals, smooth and silky. My hands shook as I felt the pressure of her returning my kiss. I leaned into her further, parting my mouth, capturing her bottom lip between mine. I wanted to taste her, lap at her mouth until she opened and let me in. But I felt her hand on my chest and she pulled away.

“Mike, I…” “Yeah, sorry, I…” we started talking over each other.

My face burned and I turned away. How could I have been so stupid? But she’d kissed me back hadn't she?

She cupped my cheek in her hand and brought my face back to hers. Then she kissed me, softly, her lips stroking once over mine before she pulled away again. 

God, I was so confused. Did she want me to kiss her again or not? 

Lori put her head back on my shoulder while her hand found mine and she laced our fingers together. I lifted my chin and rested it on the top of her head. She hummed and squeezed my hand, shimmying closer.

Okay, this was nice. Better than nice. I chilled and put my nose into her hair. She smelled so fucking good; fresh and clean and so very feminine. Alright, maybe this is what I’m missing, these moments. Moments where its not about fucking, but something else. Closeness, intimacy, connection or something? 

Yeah… this was good. I liked this.

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[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Traveling With Geralt And Seeing His Soft Side

Geralt X FemReader

Warnings: Suggestive themes

(A/N:) Apparently I cannot write short Witcher Imagines. And I am completely not sorry! XD I love this man and I just can’t help writing soft Geralt. I’ve started playing The Witcher 3 and the mission where he helps the little girl I melted. So I got the idea to write this and I am so happy with the outcome. So enjoy this whopping over 1,000 words imagine. I may try to write a complete fic with him sometime. I just need an idea. Anyway until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Wind swept your hair from your face, the chilling breeze warning of winter just upon the horizon and the colder nights to come. You watched Geralt swaying in Roach’s saddle. The cold wind didn’t seem to bother him, but to be honest not a lot seemed to bother the white haired man. “Geralt,” you shivered in your cloak.

“Hmm,” he answered not bothering to turn around.

“It’s getting pretty late and cold,” you explained. “Do you think we can stop at an inn for the night? Winter is getting close and it’s going to start getting colder from here on out.”

Now at the talk of spending money for an inn did he turn to look at you. His eyebrow raised. “I can build us a fire,” he replied turning back around.

“But Geralt,” you whined.

“You can sleep next to me,” he continued.

“You’re about as warm as a frozen river in December Geralt,” you scoffed earning a quiet chuckle from the Witcher. “Fine! I’ll pay for the room.”

“Deal,” he answered and you scoffed.

“You are such a cheapskate. You can sleep with Roach then,” you teased.

“At least she’s quieter than you.”

You kicked your horse into a canter rushing past him, “Jerk!” Of course you couldn’t leave him behind as the sound of Roach’s hooves were never far behind.

In the next town you both found a stable for the horses. While the stable boys took care of your gelding, Geralt stayed behind to care for Roach. He didn’t trust the boys but he didn’t trust Roach more to not be a moody mare. You eased in the direction a local pointed you towards an inn that boasted warm beds and good food. Singing was the first thing you heard and laughter. You worried about being able to sleep with all the noise but whatever food smells that were wafting through the door made your worries vanish. You could cook pretty well and with so little provisions Geralt scrounged up did taste good but Geralt couldn’t cook to save his life. So anything would be delicious to you at the moment. You walked through the doors removing your hood to a lively room full of men, women, and even children. You were happy to see a more family friendly place after seeing the scummiest places imaginable. If it wasn’t for Geralt you’d hate to think what would happen to you without him around.

“Welcome,” the innkeeper shouted cheerfully. “What can I do you for?”

“I would like a room for the evening and dinner! Oh a bath if you got it,” you replied walking to the only empty space at the counter.

“Just yourself,” she asked.

  “No I have a companion I’m traveling with.”

She gave you the price and you paid every cent. She sent a young boy to prepare the tub in your room while you dined on the food. That’s when Geralt eased through the doors. The exciting chattering silenced immediately at the large Witcher in the middle of the room. Geralt’s sharp yellow eyes roved the room challenging people to say something or make him leave.

  “Geralt,” you waved at him gaining his attention to show his plate of food setting across from you. Without a word he made his way over and once sat down the surrounding people began to go back to their normal chatter.

“Always the same,” he mumbled through a mouthful of ale.

“It’s okay Geralt,” you hummed tapping his gloved hand. “I like you enough.”

“Hmm.”

You sopped the rest of your plate up with bread before rising from the table. Geralt barely looked from his food once you stepped away“I’m going to take a bath while you eat,” you whispered in his ear not knowing what kind of people lurked in the shadows of the inn. “You might want to take one after me as well. Our room is on the second floor close to the window on the right. Enjoy your meal and,” you gripped his shoulder, “try not to kill anyone.”

“That’s up to them,” he hummed gruffly spooning more stew into his mouth. You snorted but headed up the stairs.

The room you had rented for the evening wasn’t a castle but it was a lot better than sleeping on the cold hard ground. Plus the tub sitting in the middle of the room still had steam rising up from the water. You stripped quickly and eased into the warm water. You had to bathe quickly due to Geralt, he had a perchance of barging in at the wrong times. Luckily he gave you enough time to finish up getting clean and dressed when he finally pushed the door open. “You decent,” he asked.

“Is that disappointment I hear Geralt,” you teased.

“If there is it’s because I have to bathe next.”

You chuckled. “Do you want me to leave or are you content with me facing away and reading a book?”

“You stay here it’s safer,” he answered stalking across the room towards the tub. “Watch. Read. It makes no difference to me.”

“Reading it is then! Enjoy your bath my dear stinky Witcher.” He grunted while you turned around. The only thing you could hear for the next several minutes was the sloshing of water. You hadn’t been able to read very much on the road so it was a nice change of pace to be able to relax. But when the relaxation came so did the exhaustion of constantly being on the move.

“I’m done now,” Geralt said.

“Just in time,” you yawned. “I’m ready for bed.”

“I’ll go check on the horses. You go ahead and get some sleep.”

“Geralt please stay. The horses are fine and you just bathed.”

He sighed. That normally meant he was going to give in. You laughed quietly pulling the covers from the bed back. You were relieved to see that the blankets were fairly clean and void of spots. Geralt sat down the chair you had occupied while he bathed.

“You can sleep with me,” you said while getting comfy.

“That an invitation?”

“To sleep? Yes. Anything further? No.”

“You really know how to wound a man’s ego,” he smirked.

“But you are not a man, you’re a Witcher,” you said matter-of-factly. Lifting the blankets it didn’t take him long to accept the offer.

“Now I’m further wounded. No potion will be able to fix it.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

Pulling the blankets over you both you snuggled into Geralt letting the warmth of him seep into your bones.

“Goodnight Geralt,” you sighed content to be so close to the handsome Witcher. “Goodnight (Y/N).”

Morning came all too soon and you woke to Geralt’s side void of his presence. Gathering your remaining things you went downstairs to the main room of the inn. Tossing a coin to the innkeeper you snagged a bit of breakfast for two from the counter.

“Farewell,” the innkeeper said. You nodded stepping out the door into a misty morning. You didn’t have to shout for the Witcher you knew exactly where he was at. Munching on an apple you began the walk to the stables. It wasn’t far from the inn and being able to stretch your legs felt wonderful. What you weren’t prepared for was the scene in front of the stables. Roach and your horse were already saddled and ready to go. But that wasn’t what was shocking, what almost caused you to choke on breakfast was the sight of one Geralt of Rivia surrounded by children of all shapes, sizes, and ages. They giggled as the Witcher talked to them though one little girl was sniffling clearly upset over something. Geralt had a hand on her shoulder. The hands that were created for killing and fighting were so gentle with one frightened little girl it made your heart swell.

  “It’s okay,” Geralt’s voice carried. “No harm done.”

“I’m sorry,” the girl whimpered.

“Everything will be alright,” he cooed and you swooned. “Here I have a gift.” You watched enraptured as Geralt fumbled through the saddle pack attached to Roach’s rump. He pulled a doll from the bag, something he had been keeping to sell for a little coin when you both were strapped. Handing it to the sniffling child he patted her head earning a large gap-tooth grin. You were a puddle of goo right then and there. You walked forward as the children started dispersing Geralt’s new found friend waving the hardest it made you laugh.

“Guess I’m not the only one you’re soft on,” you elbowed him offering him his part of the breakfast.

“She scared Roach, I had to make it right,” he took your offering and mounted Roach quickly and turned her head towards the next destination.

“Sure sure,” you chuckled also mounting your steed making him trot to catch up. “You just don’t want the label softy. Too late cause that’s what you are Geralt.”

“What’s that I can’t hear you,” he called rushing Roach onward.

“Of course you don’t! Funny how your Witcher senses don’t work at the most opportune moments when you try to ignore me!”

You spurred your horse forward trailing behind Geralt and Roach. He wouldn’t leave you though. You couldn’t help but feel really lucky to see these sides to Geralt. It made you feel like that underneath all that Witcher there was still the man he could be buried inside. Geralt could think whatever he wanted but deep down he was good, just misunderstood. And you couldn’t lie to yourself, you loved him and in some ways he loved you too.

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[starfirewildheart]

The Wolf and the Flame

Summary:

sex, first time, tender, loving, hot, sex, be warned.

Chapter 10

Geralt and Naurel made their way back to the keep stopping along the way to kiss and tease each other. Once inside he took her hand and was about to start up the stairs when Vesemir put his hand on his chest stopping him. “You need to talk to Eskel, wolf, and work out the problem. I don’t know why the tension is there but it will only fester if it’s not addressed.”

Geralt did not want to have this conversation right now but respected Vesemir enough to listen. “I will try again but he…” Vesemir cut him off, holding a finger up in warning.

“I will tell you just like I told him. I am giving you one more chance to fix this yourselves but one more fight and I will bend you over the table in the dining hall and tan your hides just like when you were kids.”

Geralt could feel the heat in his face as a stunned embarrassment washed over him momentarily but he quickly composed himself. “I will try, I promise.”

Vesemir put a hand on Geralt’s should and smiled as he glanced at Naurel, whose hand was still clasped in Geralt’s then looked back at his charge. “You can do it later. Go,” he nodded his head to the stairs laughing when the two took off like teenagers.

Naurel was laughing by the time Geralt pulled her into his room only stopping when he kissed her. He pulled her cloak off and tossed it aside and did the same with his own without breaking the kiss. They swayed together like they were dancing until his hips came to rest against his small dresser. He sat back against the top of it and pulled her between his thighs as he reached for the buttons on her shirt. Her heartbeat was faster than a hummingbird and he could feel her trembling so he pulled back to look down at her. “Are you ok? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

She shook her head but couldn’t look him in the eye. She was scared and didn’t know if she could tell him because she felt so stupid. “I want to, believe me. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”

He pondered her words and how they didn’t mesh with her actions and came to a conclusion. “You’re afraid I will hurt you. Of course, it makes sense because I’m a witcher and I’m strong but I promise I will be easy with you. I will watch my strength when I hold you and..”

“Geralt, no.” She stepped back between his thighs and cupped his face in her hands. “I’m not afraid of you. I know that you would never hurt me and I trust you completely.”

The fact that she said those words with such surety made his heart quiver. “Then what's wrong?”

“I.. you…” she really wanted the floor to open up and swallow her right now.

“You can tell me anything, my love.”

“You’ve been with Yennefer and Triss and I’m sure a lot of others.”

“That was in the past. I love you and only you,” he reassured her.

She reached out and gripped in carefully, looking up at him through her lashes when he gasped. His eyes were lidded and glazed with desire and it spurred her on. Her experimental stroke was gentle and guarded not wanting to hurt him but he had other ideas. His large hand closed over hers adjusting the grip of her hand to a much firmer hold than she thought he’d like then he guided both their hands up and down the hard shaft. The veins below the skin felt like small ridges to her palm and on each downstroke, the wet, pink tip peeked out of the top. Something in her just had to know how it tasted so she gave the tip a small kitten lick. The moan he let out sounded heavenly and she wanted to hear it more.

Geralt forced himself to stay as still as a statue while she explored his body. He didn’t want to scare her and was trying to be patient and give her time to learn him. That was a task that was getting harder and harder by the second, literally. When he felt her tongue against his head he couldn’t hold back the moan and he nearly lost it when she looked up at him from between his legs. It was a sight he’d never get enough of. He had to grip the edge of the dresser when her mouth closed over him and she started sucking. Her tongue curled around his girth and sent a chill up his spine and a flame in his belly as she started moving her head. When she gently cupped his balls and rolled them in her hand he heard the wood of the dresser creek from his grip. “Fuck!”

Naurel continued sucking him getting brave enough to go deeper and deeper until she gagged herself. Making yourself puke on your lover was not in her planes so she adjust her depth and was quite enjoying her task. It wasn’t until she heard the wood of the dresser almost splinter that she paused and looked up at him, cock still in her mouth, in question.

“Fuck,” he moaned again at the sight and grabbed a handful of her hair in his right hand to anchor himself. “Don’t stop,” he urged. He was so worked up from all the sexual tension all this time that he was so close that he knew it would be better to go ahead and cum than he could take his time with her. His witcher libido never failed him. He’d be hard again in no time. It took all his strength not to give in and just fuck her mouth but it wasn’t long until he felt the coil in his belly and his balls start to tighten. Giving a gentle tug on her hair he panted, “going to cum” in warning. She didn’t stop and that was somehow even hotter. One last suck and he was shooting his seed in her mouth was a loud moan.

Naurel swallowed the bitter seed and continued sucking spurred on by the sounds he was making but they suddenly started to sound more pained than pleasurable so she let him slip from her mouth. The sight she was greeted with was the hottest thing she’d ever seen in her life and made her moan. Geralt, panting and boneless looking more relaxed than she’d ever seen anyone was a Geralt she needed more of. Getting to her feet she pulled him into a hug kissing his neck lazily while he recovered. It only took a few minutes before his grip on her tightened and he stood, spinning them so that she was now sitting on the dresser.

“You are amazing.” He grinned as he pressed his forehead to hers before kissing down her cheek and whispering, “My turn.” He kissed every inch of her skin as he bared it before standing back and admiring her for a moment. He held his hand out to her helping her down and then carrying her over to the bed. Once he laid her on the soft blanket he lowered himself over her. Kissing down her body he laved each breast sucking and teasing her nipples until she was breathless. He loved the way her body arched as he continued moving lower pressing kisses everywhere. Taking his hand he repositioned her legs so that they were spread and kissed the inside of each thigh,

Naurel had a sudden realization of what he was about to do and she quickly snapped her knees together causing him to move his head out of the way. “Umm, what are you doing?”

He grinned, “experiencing. Relax love,” he soothed and pushed at her legs again,

“Umm experiencing with your mouth,,,there?”

“Yes, if you will relax long enough. You’ll love it, I promise.”

“But umm…” she blushed wildly and gestured with her hands. “It’s umm all…”

“Wet?” He laughed when she blushed even redder. “I intend to keep it that way from now on. Wet and slick with your desire for me, ready to take me whenever the mood strikes,” he rumbled before delving between her legs and lapping at her folds.

She wanted to argue, to push his head away but his tongue was doing things that made her buck up against his face instead. His low humm of approval vibrated against that same spot and she couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out. Her legs seemed to have spread wider and lifted up of their own accord and Geralt took it as a good sign because soon she felt his blunt fingers joining his tongue. When the first finger slid into her it set off a sensation she’d never felt before. Everything seemed to drive her need to be filled, to get more touch, pressure, anything! She was a writhing mess by the time he had worked her up to three fingers and that burning coil of pleasure low in her body was taking on an entirely new feeling. It was like waves against the beach sending shock aftershock of pleasure through her as her body spasmed. “Geralt!”

By the time she clenched around him and coated his fingers in her release he was hard and dripping again as he pressed himself against the blanket for some friction. Once he’d coaxed her through her first orgasm he climbed back up her body. “I love it when you say my name like that.”

“That was…” she was breathless.

“Nothing yet,” he smirked and rubbed his hard cock between her wet pussy. “You ready love?”

“Please,” she rasped.

The slide in was wonderful. Sensations were on overdrive and she was so tight against him that he had to stop a few times so he wouldn’t cum. He kept kissing her and using his other hand to tease her nipples as he pressed forward but by the time he was fully seated the moaned gasps had turned into whimpers. “Shh love, that’s it. You’re taking it so good for me, So fucking tight around me,” he moaned as he reached between them and thumbed her clit.

It was a painful sting deep inside her as Geralt continued to fill her beyond capacity. She could feel him touching things deep inside her that nothing or no one had ever explored before and she wanted more but it hurt enough that she didn’t know if she could. By the time she felt his balls touch below where he filled her she was softly punching at his shoulder almost ready to tell him to stop but then he touched her clit again and it caused her hips to buck. The sensation was one she needed more of so she bit her lip and took a deep breath. “Geralt, please.”

“Please what, love?”

Her eyes flew open and the raw, powerful look in his eyes told her he was barely hanging on as well. “Please, fuck me.”

He growled and pulled her right leg over his hip so that she opened up more then pulled his hips back slowly before pushing forward again. Her moans urged him on but when her hips started raising to meet his Geralt knew he was about to cum. Wanting to be sure she came with him he reached between them and started rubbing circles over that bundle of nerves. She was so far gone that it only took a few times before she was cumming again soaking his cock with her release. Her body squeezed him impossibly tight and shuddered around him and with a few stuttered thrusts he came deep inside her as he bit the junction between her neck and shoulder with a growl. They stayed wrapped up together, kissing as they came down from their highs before he carefully pulled out and laid down next to her. He pulled her so that she was pressed to his side with her head resting on his chest. “Did I hurt you?”

“Never,” she panted as she looked up at him. “I love you Geralt.”

“I love you too, kitten,” he beamed.

“We are going to do this lots,” she informed him.

“Humm,” he smiled as his eyes got heavy.

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