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thesleepy1 · 1 year

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Held Tightly, The Fire Burns

A/N: @eddyofthetruth requested this fic ages ago. I’m sorry it took so long to get out. I hope this fic brightens your day. :) As for the fic, I try not to have gendered descriptions when writing but it's a little harder to avoid in these situations. Just assume that the reader is intersex and has all the parts.

Pairings: Eskel x Reader

Summary: You were not nervous. It wasn’t like it was your first time or anything. You knew that Eskel had more experience than you but he wasn’t going to make fun of you…right? You don’t know what you’re doing. Why did you even agree to this? (Cause you love him and have been thinking about him shirtless since you first met him.) It’s fine. Everything is fine. You won’t fuck up and ruin everything.

Or, “idk if you do anything nsfw so feel free to ignore but if you do!! would you consider writing something eskel x reader (either netflix or book i love them both) where its the reader's first time? idk i just feel like he'd be so kind and patient (//ω//) have a nice day! <3

Word count: 1,634

Warnings: NSFW, oral sex, marking, begging, dirty talk, praise kink, slight pain kink,

Eskel sat with you in the library. A fire was crackling in the fireplace. The cracks and sizzles of the damp wood filled the large room with noise. The smell of dry, old books and burning pine relaxed you further in your seat. You could feel it in your bones, the deep seated sense that everything was as it was supposed to be.

That thought did nothing to quell the fluttering of your heart.

You had talked about this for days. Eskel did not want to force you into anything you weren’t ready for. He was patient. More patient than you probably deserved, going back and forth on the decision. You just didn’t want to mess things up. Traveling with Eskel was the best part of your life and ruining that would absolutely destroy you.

“Are you sure?” Eskel asked for the utmost time. It was private in the library. At first you had suggested that your first time should be in a bedroom but when you and Eskel actually went to try, the anticipation was scarier than anything. The library was the next choice. It was intimate without having any other connotations. For all the others in the keep knew, you and Eskel were simply reading by the fireplace. No one batted an eye at the extra furs Eskel had laid on the floor or the pitcher of water he had brought along with you.

Though the other witchers were sharp. They likely knew what the two of you were planning. They were just kind enough to leave you alone.

“I’m fine, Eskel.” You assured him with a hand on his bicep. Heat was already coating the apples of your cheeks. Even now you could not blame the fire for it. This close to Eskel, you could see all the curves of his face. He looked as though he had been carved from marble and polished by a gentle river. Your hand went to cup his jaw, thumb stroking the stubble there. “It's unfair how you look so good. How could anyone even attempt to compete with you?”

Eskel’s hand went over your own, pushing your palm to his lips. His face was marred but his kisses were feather-like brushes of the skin. “And yet you have my eyes every moment of the day.” His mouth moved down your hand, your wrist, your arm. When he reached your collar bone you felt the faint press of his teeth. “Is this alright?” he whispered into your skin.

You let out a simple whimper in affirmation and another when his teeth pulled at the skin. His mouth sucked markings onto you. His hands were all over you, on your hips, your waist, and up higher. You were helping him remove your tunic before you even realized that he was slowly lowering you onto your back.

Eskel moved down your chest like a man starved. You could hear your heart beat out of your ribcage. You knew he could hear it as well. It seemed to spur him on, the way your heart skipped when he bruised the skin on your chest. His mouth made you desperate, writhing on the furs beneath you. Your hands couldn’t get enough of him, fingers in his hair and nails digging into his back. When the texture of fabric under your palm got too much to handle, you pushed at his shirt until he got the clue and removed it.

The two of you were in nothing but your trousers now. The tent between his thighs and the press of the engorged flesh against you had heat swirling in the pit of your stomach. “Could I—” Eskel was panting too hard to get the words out. His hand tugged at the hem of your trousers instead.

“Please, I need to feel you as well,” You begged him, pulling him in for a kiss. “I need them off.”

Eskel could not deny you anything if he tried. He was an ever devoted servant, quickly tugging down your trousers and smalls before doing the same to himself. His cock sprung free from its confides and you couldn’t help but gulp. He was large, cock thick, and curved slightly to the side. You had no idea how it was going to fit inside of you.

Eskel must have seen the hesitation on your face because his soft tone before gentler, “We could stop now if you’d like. We don’t have to go farther.” There was a vein that ran the whole length of his cock and you would have given anything to feel it against your tongue at that moment.

“Please Eskel, I want you so much it's killing me,” You whined, knowing the sound would only make him hasten. “I need you inside me.” You reached above you, blindly searching for the vial of oil you had stashed there earlier.

Eskel guided your arms back down. “There’s no rush.” He lowered himself down your body before settling himself between your thighs. His hands were curious things that wanted to know everything there was to know about the flesh of your skin. His mouth was no different, pressing kisses to your inner thigh before taking pieces of you in. You knew that there would be marks there in the morning, perhaps even longer by the way he took his time to nuzzle against you.

“Eskel, Eskel,” You gasped in between moans. He was so close to where you needed him yet so far. You could only take so much more of his teasing torture. “I need—I need you—” You were shamelessly desperate.

The witcher met your eyes between your legs. He hummed in question from deep within his chest, head tilted in innocent acknowledgement. Eskel knew damn well what you wanted. He just wanted to hear you say it. You knew that if you did not tell Eskel what you wanted, what you truly desire, he would not touch you where you needed him to.

It would drive you mad.

“Eskel, please,” You began, head pressed back against the furs. “I need your mouth on me. I need to feel the press of your tongue against my skin.”

Eskel had the nerve to chuckle at your wanton state. The witcher would be the end of you.

Eskel grazed your opening with a brush of his finger. “Here?” He asked with false innocence dripping from his tongue.

“Y-yes,” You could barely get the word out. “Right there, please.”

You had not noticed when he poured oil onto his fingers. He slid a finger into you easily, one of his was the size of two of your own. You could feel your walls stretch to slowly accommodate him.

Eskel moved only when you gave him a nod of confirmation. He began at a leisurely pace, thrusting his finger in and out of your entrance. When your moans filled the library, he slid in a second. Soon, all you knew was Eskel and the burning heat in your stomach. Neither hurt you but you could not forget the ache and desire if you tried.

“E-enough.” Your voice was quivering. Sweat was already dripping down your neck and Eskel hadn’t even properly entered you yet. You pulled at his arm, removing his fingers and tugging his body closer. “Please, Eskel. I’m ready.”

Eskel chuckled from deep within his chest. He may have opened you with all the time in the world, but you could see the effect it had on him. His cock was a heated red, precum slicking the uncut tip.

“Tell me if you need me to stop.”

“I will,” You promised. “But really, darling. I want this.”

Eskel took your face in his hand and kissed you. His tongue slipped into your mouth but before you could truly get lost in it, you felt his tip line your entrance. He had slicked his cock with the remaining oil but still you clenched your eyes at the feeling of him. Eskel was by no means a small man.

You took him inch by blissful inch. When he had finally bottomed out, you had pulled him into a tight embrace. Your nails dug into his shoulders, crescent shaped indents where you could not contain yourself.

“You’re so tight,” Eskel groaned, eyes shut tight. “Feels good,” he murmured into your ears.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, squeezing him as tightly as he was holding you. “You can move, darling.” You pressed kisses into his jaw. “Such a wonderful witcher. You make me feel so good.”

Eskel smiled and began thrusting into you. Neither of you wanted it rough. There would be time for that. For now, you basked in each other’s presence whispering words of praise and encouragement. There would also be time to build up your stamina. You barely had time to warn Eskel about the coils under your skin coming undone.

You drew blood from his shoulder when you came, back arched like a feline. It was a bliss you had never felt before. A feeling you had only read about in books. There was nothing compared to the real thing.

It did not take long for Eskel to follow. Your walls tightened around him. He could only manage a couple more shallow thrusts before stilling and spilling into your channel. You had never seen him so out of breath, sweat dripping down his brow.

“My beautiful witcher,” You sang, wiping the sweat from his face. “That was wonderful.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” Eskel grinned like a Cheshire cat. He seemed quite proud of himself at having made you release first.

“Can we do it again?” You chuckled, blushing at your own words.

Eskel kissed you a hundred times and promised to do it a hundred more. “As often as you like.”

#the witcher #eskel #witcher eskel #the witcher 3 #eskel x reader #eskel my beloved #eskel smut #the witcher books #witcher games #witcher #the witcher fanfiction #eskel's big d

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beli-heart · 7 months

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🥖Baking With Wolves🥖 (witcher au) Pt.3

Eskel whisking butter cream 🧈🍰

#witcher eskel #the witcher #eskel #eskel my beloved #the witcher fanart #tradtional art #traditional watercolor #beliheartart #watercolourpainting #fanart

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askaalaska-vdeppressed · 7 months

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Eskel X Reader Kinktober: Squirting

The small cracks and pops from the fire mixed with the serene babbles and splashed from the river as Eskel and Y/n set up camp for the night. The two danced around each other fluidly, in the type of manner that only comes from motions practiced over and over with one another. Eskel would set up a fire and count supplies while Y/n unpacked the bed rolls and tent. Eskel would tend to Scorpion while Y/n cleaned weapons and tack. Eskel would fetch water as Y/n started dinner. On and on this dance would move till the pair were tucked away, asleep.

“Alright” Y/n stood up, riffling through bags and pulling out various pieces of clothing. “I’m going to go do some washing. As she made her way out Eskel couldn’t help but watch her back as she left. A mix of love and lust mixed in his gaze. Y/n had been an unexpected in his life for sure. A young traveling woman, an herbalist by trade, she had quite literally stumbled into his camp and just never left. Her unorthodox lifestyle led her to being not only tolerant of witchers but enthusiastic about them. Things had turned intimate recently between them.The tension of being around one another constantly had finally snapped. Ending up in a completely ruined night's sleep for every unfortunate soul who was staying in the same inn as them that night.

Eskel busied himself around camp, before the boredom set in. He didn’t want to eat without Y/n and the two of them had already prepped everything for the night. After impatiently tapping his feet for a minute or so Eskel rose to join Y/n by the river. Many hands make light work after all. And if the hole he felt in his chest everytime y/n wasn’t near him was an indication of any deeper feelings, he was certainly going to ignore them.

As Eskel got closer his hearing picked up on the slight splashes and ripples in the water caused by Y/n. He could hear her humming a small tune while the dripping of a wrung out shirt hit the moving water of the stream. He finally cleared the brush of the forest, coming out into the clearing of the stream and his mouth went dry. There you were, perched in the center of the stream, shirt wet and now see through clinging to your breasts. It appears you had decided to forgo pants, the shirt just long enough when pulled by the weight of the damp fabric to cover your front. Emphasis on front as the sight of your bare ass peaked out from the bottom, the water of the stream running around it.

Eskel wasn’t aware you knew he was there as he sat and gawked at you for several moments. You focused your eyes ahead of you, counting your breathing to make sure he wasn’t broken from his trance. Then as a sock drifting away from you, snagging on a rock you got a sinister idea. You turned away from the witcher, standing up and positioning yourself perfectly in his eye line. Then you slowly bent over at the waist, going lower and lower to reach the sock.

Eskel could feel his pulse quicken and palms sweat as you rose. The water cascading off of you. His heart just about stopped as you turned from him and began to bend. He flexed his hands at his sides. Swallowing loudly. Your pussy slowly unfurled before him. Lips glistening, pulsing as you took your sweet time retrieving you lost item and wringing it out.

You stood up, still going slowly and measuring your movements. You bit your lip as you heard his ragged breathing behind you.

“Are you going to come join me or?” You let the question die off as the connection clicked in Eskel’s mind that you did that on purpose. Your question was not answered with words but with the splashing of feet as they crossed over. You felt his presence at your back as he swiftly picked you up and took you to the bank, pressing your back against a tree. You looked up at his disheveled appearance, a smirk on your lips and devilish intent in your eyes.

“Oh you don’t know what you’re playing with” Eskel growled. Before you could respond his lips were on yours, domineering and powerful. The rough skin, worn between worried teeth, dragged deliciously over yours. A moan escaping your mouth as you felt his hands caress your sides. He seized this opportunity to breach your mouth with his tongue. Licking up into you as he began fiddling with the clasp of his belt. Just as you were about to open your eyes to see what he was doing he grabbed your legs. Yanking them up and pinning your back against the tree. He slotted his hips into yours, you could feel the heat of his member sitting at your entrance.

Still your cocky smile didn’t waver as you pulled away from the kiss, looking at him from your perch against the tree.

“Really couldn’t go an hour without me could you hmm?” you looked coyly at him as his gaze turned flustered and sinister. He didn’t say anything which struck you as odd before he began breaching into your walls with his cock.

You kept eye contact with him instead of throwing your head back, bit your lip instead of moaning, you really wanted to play this game.

And who was Eskel to deny you a good challenge?

He pulled out almost completely before thrusting back in brutally. His pace was blinding, The bark of the tree dug into your back, the pressure of his legs bounced yours, his head was tucked into your shoulder. You felt ecstasy building in your core from his blistering pace and the friction from the course hair at the base of his cock rubbing your clit. Your arms came up to wrap around Eskel’s shoulders, gripping onto him for support. You could feel his smirk against your skin and you fought further and further to keep your noises and reactions at bay.

Your nails began to dig as you wound tighter and tighter.

“Esk” You all but whispered, but your low town was no match for witcher hearing as Eskel heard you changing the angle of his thrusts to hit that sweet spot in you.

That sent you over the edge, a high pitched whine escaping your pursed lips as you felt your walls pulsate around him. Eskel did not stop though. As you felt yourself become overstimulated you felt Eskel smirk into your skin once more, somehow picking up the pace even further. You came again in record time, and again, and again.

Despite your moans turning into whines Eskel was on a mission. Thrusts still as hard and fast as when he started, sweating forming on his brow but just barely. You both evenvied and cursed his genetically enhanced stamina in that moment, wanting him to keep going but also stop at the same time.

“Eskel I don’t think I can-”

“One more baby-girl, you can give me one more” His voice graveled in your ears.

“Esk I can’t I, I can’t I” You felt your end build up once more, but this time a second pressure built with it. Eskel bit down on your shoulder as you grew tighter and tighter. Finally your felt the coil snap in you once more, the pressure releasing with it as it soaked the ground below you and Eskel’s pants. Eskel gave a handful more thrust into the wet mess that was your heat before spilling, a groan pressed into your neck.

You both sat there a moment, catching your breath. You willing your legs to turn from there jelly state back to bone and skin. You looked into his yellow eyes after a beat.

“I should tease you more often”.

#alaska writes #eskel x reader #eskel my beloved #eskel x y/n #the witcher fanfiction #witcher eskel #eskel smut #kinktober

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cosmos-coma · 2 months

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GUESS WHOSE ESKEL JACKET FINALLY CAME IN!!

WHOOOOO!! IM READY TO GO LOOK FUCKIN HOT IN TOWN.

#Eskel #witcher eskel #cosplay #eskel cosplay #the witcher #tw3 #game!eskel #tw3 eskel #eskel my beloved #your author

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thisstupidrock · 2 years

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Sleepy Bard - Eskel and Jaskier

#jaskier dandelion #the witcher jaskier #jaskel #jaskier x eskel #eskel x jaskier #the Witcher #the witcher eskel #Eskel #eskel my beloved

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creepslayer7 · 5 months

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promt to write or recommendations

Does anyone know of any ao3 stories for the witcher of jaskier Interacting with all of the witchers and to them he's like witcher Beyonce or something and he is just fawning over all over them like that meme "oh its adorable... oh it's traumatized."

And they're just flabbergasted that the jaskier finds them cute. Especially eskel(because of his face scar) or the cats/vipers (because they kill humans which he is)

#the witcher #jaskier #eskel #geralt #witcher #eskel my beloved #Witchers love jaskier #Jaskier loves witcher #jaskier the bard #jaskier fanfic

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spielzeugkaiser · 2 years

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*gasps* only fans eskel!? Omg this is the best day of my life

Ohhh, don't be too sure :'D

They have a lot of difficult talks, but there are also some HUGS that I won't show you yet, hehe! Eskel basically arrived and they didn't talk much at first, but he went in full mothering mode - I imagine it took like 1.5 days and their flat looked better than it ever did, Jaskiers meds are now colour coded, all their laundry is FINALLY done and there is SO MUCH food pre-made in the fridge- (and Geralt gets some reminders of prepare some fucking potions before you fight something venomus, but that's also Vesemirs job)

#wip art #onlyfans!jaskier #eskel #eskel my beloved #I took his cheeks in my hands in this AU - looked him deep in the eyes and said 'you can cook'#and then he could!!#I have absolutely no idea why #he just has a little restaurant in this #also handling knives #sorry for the bad handwriting but that's how my wips look in the first stage of getting the panels down

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leviahthanart · 1 year

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My first #sixfanartschallenge!

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thethumpergod · 1 year

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Rare ship time! Eskel x Coën! They're both sweeties

😌✨

#rare ship #the witcher #artists on tumblr #eskel #eskel my beloved #coën #eskel x coën #lil bleater #modern au

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greenapplespider · 24 days

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Perhaps a little too suggestive 🫣

#the witcher fanart #the witcher 3 #the witcher #witcher fanart #Witcher #witcher 3 #lambert witcher #eskel witcher #witcher lambert #lambert x eskel #eskel x lambert #witcher eskel #eskel my beloved

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thesleepy1 · 3 months

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Do I write Eskel as a wet little wimp of a dog? Yes. Yes I do. Do I write all characters that way? Why, yes. Yes I do.

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tiredshifter · 1 year

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the witcher doodles

#the witcher #geralt #eskel #jaskier x eskel #jaskier #jaskel #lambskier #witcher fanart #lambert #eskel my beloved #doodlies #doodle #eskel/jaskier

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askaalaska-vdeppressed · 7 months

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Eskel X Reader Kinktober: Face Sitting

Frost covered the glass panes of the old castle. Light shining through the clear window was trapped into refracting into a rainbow that painted the inside of the rooms. Kaer Morhen sat high upon the mountain, the deteriorating facade tricking the outside observer into believing it was abandoned. And any sane group of people probably would have abandoned it, Witcher’s however were not sane. Eskel had tried to make that very clear to Y/n when he invited her to stay for the winter. That they were a bunch of off kilter men– giant mutated boys if you asked Vesemir– that would be going stir crazy by the third week. Even with Eskel making the faults and tendencies of would witchers blatantly apparent, she still insisted on staying.

Now don’t get him wrong, Eskel wanted her to stay. With how close the two of you had grown, being away from Y/n for multiple months at a time seemed akin to torture. However the last thing he wanted to do was trap her for an extended period of time just to make him happy. Little did Eskel know there was probably nothing he could have said that would have changed Y/n’s mind . She would take torment for years if it meant he was happy. Not that Eskel would ever accept that he was worthy of such devotion. Y/n was working on it though, slowly but surely.

It was one night where he and Lambert had been having some… amorous discussions about pleasuring women that lit a fire in his abdomen. It felt dubious what he was plotting, especially when he planned everything out. He needed you sequestered. Trapped in the castle with no good excuse to go outside. Next he needed to prep you. Not physically but mentally. While the two of you had never explicitly broached the topic, Eskel knew you were self-conscious about your size. You always insisted he didn’t need to carry you whenever he picked you up to be romantic. If he touched or kissed your stomach you would seize up. You insisted on changing privately even though he had seen you naked more than once, and all tight fitting clothing had been banned from your wardrobe.

Eskel didn’t understand it, Y/n was perfect in his eyes, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t respectful of it. If she wasn’t ready to speak with him about it, then that was okay, he would be here with quiet encouragements and affirmations until she was.

A blizzard hit the next week giving him his golden opportunity. As the halls were damn near frosted themselves most everyone was spending their time in their private rooms by the fire, Eskel and you were no exception. You were laid out like a dream in front of him on the rug in front of the fireplace. On your stomach you had a pillow underneath your chest, pushing your full breasts forward and your low cut lounge shirt downward. An oblivious smile plastered on your face as you had your head down reading.

The book Eskel had chosen had long since lost its appeal and sat dormant next to him on the floor. His eyes instead choosing to hone in on the way the shadows cast by the fire flickered over and caressed the smooth skin of your chest. He shifted himself so he mirror you laying on his stomach. His head leaned against your shoulder, nose nuzzling your neck.

“Can’t I help you?” You giggled, feeling Eskel playfully run against your neck and nibble at the skin.

“You can stop reading for a bit” he suggested, sneaking an arm around your and he moved his mouth to suck on your jawline.

“Hmm but I just started this chapter” you halfheartedly protested, feeling warmth crawl across your skin from more than just the fire.

“I’ll read the chapter to you later” Eskel knew you’d take the offer. You adored cuddling up while he read to you. You turned on your side, facing Eskel properly now as you met his gaze.

“Promise?’ you asked, a small sensual lit to your tone. Eskel braced an arm under your head and pushed you onto your back. His hair fanned over his face, blocking off any sight to the sides of him.

“Promise” he affirmed before leaning in to kiss you. Hands wandered well worn paths on each other's bodies, as the kisses quickly turned deep and desperate. Your hands played with the hairs at the base of his neck, little whimpers and mewls coming from you as he began to grind into you.

Eskel pulled away, sitting up and scooting back so you could do the same. Once you were both on your knees Eskel began undressing you. That sinfully low top was the first to go. Follow swiftly by all of the other offensive clothing that dared to hide you from him. Once you were bare he ripped his own shirt off before his hands caressed your hips. One snuck up to grab a handful of your chest while the other snuck down to begin playing with your folds.

You braced yourself against Eskel’s shoulders, even on his knees he was so much taller than you and his hands were doing sinfully pleasant things to you, his eyes were staring at you with carnal hunger.

To your dismay he withdrew his hands, leaning back and propping himself on his elbows.

“Come over here” he beckoned lowly, you crawled over to him on all fours, trying your best to look more predator than the prey you knew you were. You kissed him slowly, focusing more on the way his chest felt underneath your hands. The warm rough skin carpeted with dark hair felt like heaven under your fingertips as you made your way lower and lower until you made to rid him of his pants.

“Mmm not yet” Eskel grabbed your hands, pulling you forward till he was more eye level with your chest.

“What?” you questioned, sitting back up on your knees. He leaned up on his elbows, eyes sinfully half lidded.

“Want you to ride my face” her purred, his mouth ajar as he looked up at you slightly through his lashes. “Please?”

“Oh, uuhh, Eskel I don’t know I mean I don’t think I’m-” you were cut off as you felt a kiss on the side of your knee. He side-eyed you, looking you up and down, the question still in his gaze. His arms caressed your hips, rubbing little circles into the skin. You worried the skin on your lip a moment, looking back over to the fire. Damn it all you couldn’t tell his man no.

“We can try it, just this once” You looked down on the satisfied smirk on his lips as he lowered himself under you even further. You maneuvered your legs around him, and lowered yourself so you were hovering over him.

Eskle kissed the skin of your thighs as he peaked up at you. Your gaze was anywhere but where the action was and your brow was furrowed. Just as he had suspected you were too caught up in your head. He would need you to loosen up your strict mind grip for a moment.

“I’m a witcher honey you’re not gonna hurt me.” He murmured in between sloppy kisses to your thighs. “Let alone kill me. Though…” His hands moved to caress your legs, running his palms over the tops of your thighs. “If I did, what a way to go.” Eskel monitored your expression closely, seeing you bite your lips trying to fight the smile as joked about passing away from pussy. “Tell my brothers I died doing what I loved. Grant an old man his dying wish will you?” You were fully smiling now and little giggles bubbled up from behind your cheeks.

“Oh cut it out” you playfully smacked at this head. There was his chance, as you were still fighting giggles he pulled you down all the way. He listened with glee as your sounds turned from amusement to shock to pleasure in a span of a breath as he began to lap at you like a man starved.

It was no secret that Eskel was fond of treating himself to a taste of you rather frequently. However this was different. This was pure enthusiasm, pure lust as he lapped and sucked into your folds like it really was the last thing he was going to do. You began to pant as his pace was nonstop. Your legs twitched, itching to move and rock your cunt against his face, but you held back. However your witcher was much too perceptive and there would be no holding back on him tonight. He began to pull your legs back and forth. The first few thrusts were such a deadly mix of the skill of his tongue and the friction of his face that it killed any sense of reservation you had in that moment.

One hand in his hair you began to rock against him in earnest, modesty long gone out the frosted window as you let your moans fill the air. The spring in your winding and winding. Eskel could feel you getting slicker and slicker on top of him, could feel the shake in your legs that he knew meant you were close. Were his mouth not busy working he would have smirked as he pulled his lips back. He closed around your clit and rolled his tongue sinfully, finally feeling that cord in you snap as you painted his face in pleasure.

You pulled up as you caught your breath, a hand on your chest as you looked down at a blissed out Eskel. You stood up, reaching your hand out to him and surprising both him and yourself as you were able to pull him up. You pushed his chest harshly to back him up against the bed. As the back of his knees hit the side he fell back and you were on him immediately. Fingers sliding under the waist of his pants.

Who sleeps during a blizzard anyway?

#alaska writes #eskel x reader #eskel my beloved #witcher eskel #eskel x y/n #eskel smut #kinktober

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cosmos-coma · 1 year

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Hi!! Can I request an Eskel one shot where he fell in love with the reader (a Viper witcheress who is homeless since it disbanded) and he invites her back to Kaer Morhen for winter to introduce her to his brothers. She's also a great cook and the wolfs says she's a keeper. 😆

Vipers and Wolves

A/N: Ive never written a witcher!reader before, but it wasn't bad at all! I was hit with the comedic bug for this one, It's not super romantic all around but it is strong in found family!

Pairing: Eskel x Reader

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: Language, very quick editing

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It was in the heat of summer when you first met.

You had been laying under a great big oak tree as the rain pattered down around you. The fire warmed your face as you set a heaping pile of damp fuel beside it, hoping it would dry in time to use it. Stray raindrops fell like tears from the leaves above you, making you shudder as one lucky one slid right down your back.

“Ugh… stupid rain,” you complained to yourself as you set out your bedroll and started getting comfortable in your camp.

The sun was beginning to set when you heard rustling far off in the distance, towards the middle of the forest. You were right outside of a small town so it was probably just a human, but people don't usually travel through the thick of the forest either. Your viper head medallion confirmed your suspicions as it lay motionless against your chest.

You stood cautiously and drew your steel sword as the sound of breaking twigs got closer and closer. A large dark silhouette moved within your vision as the sun was now halfway sunk on the horizon. As they got closer you could see it was actually a man on a large black horse, with… two swords on their back? Is it possible you really found another witcher?

You couldn’t believe your cat-like eyes. So many of you were lost after the sieges. So many of your brothers and sisters were killed defending your home from the onslaught of humans, and even then they couldn’t succeed. Your old home now was a wasteland of rocks and unlivable walls that held no more life. All the books and research your school did on the wild hunt… gone save for you and the few survivors.

“ A fellow witcher.” You held your hand up in a friendly wave as you watched him dismount and come closer to the light of your campfire.

Your breath escaped you as you saw the warmth of his Golden eyes lit by the fire, they were soft in a way that you didn’t often see from others, let alone witchers. Deep scars ravaged the right side of his cheek, tightly twisting his skin in jagged ways and notching his slightly chapped lips.

“Ah, not every day you run across another witcher out in the field.” He smiled a bit as he nodded toward your swords. “Eskel, Wolf school.” He introduced himself and held out his hand. He seemed oddly trustworthy of you, but you suppose some people just have better judges of character.

You dropped your sword back with your other belongings as you shook his hand in return. “Y/n, Viper school.” you smiled a bit as you spoke and motioned to your camp. “You’re, uh- I guess you’re welcome to make camp here too… means I have someone else to collect firewood for me.” you laughed a bit, gaining a small smile in return from the broad man.

He shook his head a bit as his brow furrowed, “isn’t there a town just a few minutes ride that way? Why don’t you get a room at the tavern there?” He asked, taking a seat across from you at the campfire as you sat down on your bedroll.

“Can’t waste the money.” you said with a frown, “The viper school isn’t livable anymore so I have to hole up in a tavern all winter. I mean, I’ve found a nice place that’ll let me work to stay but, somehow money still seems to run far too thin by the end of the season so I need everything I can get.”

Eskel watched as you stoked the fire carefully and added another log. He wasn't sure if it was the scar that ran across your nose that seemed to highlight your features, or perhaps it was the way you spoke that found him feeling exactly at home. Maybe it was your subtle scent of lavender? No, no, it was your eyes for sure. Your eyes glowed in the firelight and danced with a fierce- yet gentle- determination, a dichotomy that Eskel rarely saw outside of his own eyes.

“Well… Do you mind having a guest at your campsite tonight? I’ll collect all the firewood you could ever need.”

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“Are you sure this is gonna be alright? I’m not sure…” You said as the tall standing walls of the Keep just crept into view over the hills. “They're not gonna be nearly as nice as you are, you're an exception…” You sighed.

“Oh, no. You’re right- they’re complete assholes, but I promise they’d never be like that to you. Not right away, anyways.” Eskel stifled a small laugh when you turned to scowl deeply at him. “I just mean to say… that as you become more like family they’re gonna treat you more like family. And that of course includes ruthless teasing from time to time.” He smiled and shrugged.

Though you were fierce and skilled as a Witcher- and among the few women in your profession at that- you knew that you were intruding on another school, someone else's home with different customs and you felt like you needed to tread lightly lest you be asked to return to the oncoming winter season.

It took the rest of the day to finally reach the Keep’s arching gate and ride your horses through. You put them away in the stables, absolutely taking the opportunity to meet the famed Lil bleater along the way.

A comfortable warmth washed over you as the doors to the great hall opened and a large fire crackled in the fireplace, warming the 3 men already inside. Eskel had told you more than enough about his brothers and his father figure. Geralt, the one with white hair and a scar down the eye who looks grumpy all the time, but can be cracked with a joke at Lambert's or Eskel's Expense. Lambert, smaller than the others and the stereotypical younger brothers, his heart lies in mischief and bomb-making. And finally, Vesemir, Who always- but especially after the sieges- stepped up as a sort of father figure to them and was always a little wary, but more than willing to give anyone a fair chance.

“Eskel… Welcome back” Geralt greeted and held his mug up to his returning brother.

“And friend..? Well, Hello..” Lambert said with raised eyebrows which quickly turned into a mischievous grin. Your fingers brushed Eskel’s hand before you could even think about it, inviting and asking for his hand to hold, to which he was quick to respond and intertwine his fingers with yours. You could tell it didn’t go unnoticed, but none of them said anything about it.

“And a Viper at that…Been a long time since I’ve seen any of you. I reckon there's even less of you than there is of us…” Vesemir observed out loud as he nodded and raised his hand in greeting.

“You’d be right on that… Letho is the only other one of us I know to still be around.” You said with a hint of sadness in your voice, unlike that of what was expected of a witcher, even less than that of what a Viper should be. You were all made to be ruthless and cold, but for some reason, it just didn’t seem to stick with you for very long.

“Well, welcome to the last of the wolves, I suppose. “ Geralt said with a nod to you, “we were all just arguing about whose turn it is to make dinner.”

Eskel sighed and set his stuff on the table, “I’m not doing that after a full day of travel. I vote Lambert.” he proposed, getting met with Lambert’s loud and offended scoff.

“What the FUCK, Eskel?”

Geralt’s serious exterior cracked as a smile slipped onto his lips and he turned to Lambert with a smirk. “Well, Lambert. That’s two votes for you, one for me, and Vesemir couldn’t give a shit. Sooooo…” he said with a short laugh.

“You guys are absolute dogshit,” Lambert complained, throwing his hands in the air in an exaggerated gesture.

Now it was your turn to pipe up, “I don’t mind cooking…”, you said, looking between the small group of men.

“Y/n, you don’t have to do that. We’ve just spent days on horseback, you should rest..” Eskel tried to argue, but you quickly waved him off.

“Nonsense. Part of my job at the tavern over winter was to cook for guests. I actually find it rather relaxing.” you said with a smile and a firm squeeze to his hand before you handed your pack over, “Which way to the kitchen?”

“I’ll show you!” Lambert shot up faster than he probably ever had for a task, and quickly waved you on towards the Keep’s kitchen. Once out of earshot of his brothers and father he quietly thanked you for taking over the dreaded task and showed you everything you could need.

It wasn’t too long before you were cooking up a storm and coming out of the kitchen with a sizzling pan and a steaming pot. Vesemir was kind enough to grab plates for everyone as the boys all began to crowd around.

“Hmm, smells better than Geralt's cooking…” Lambert commented as he wafted the steam toward his face.

“Fuck that, it smells better than Vesemir’s cooking..” Eskel dared to say in front of the old man. But it was true, you put all you had into this dish. You figured that- like with many people- a wolf’s heart lies within its stomach. Of course having a full shelf of spices available to you helped a lot, some even that you hadn’t seen in circulation for many years.

Without another word, they all quickly served themselves up and began eating. It was so quiet that you could have heard a pin drop all the up the stairs into the tower if you tried hard enough. Your nerves started twisting at your stomach as you got your own plate and still no one had said a word. Was it good? Was it bad? No, Lambert probably would have said so.

“This…” Vesemir spoke, the first word since everyone had been served, “This is the first time they’ve been completely quiet at dinner in over 50 years…”, he said with a warm smile, more than you ever thought capable of the older man. “Your great food has given me the one thing I never thought I’d have again. Silent company..” He laughed a bit, now turning to Eskel.

“She’s a keeper, you know that, right? If you show up next winter without her you’re gonna sleep in the stables.” Vesemir finished as he turned back to his plate. Lambert and Geralt mumbled agreements through full mouths and content hums as Eskel turned the slightest shade of pink.

“Yes, I understand. I don’t need your threats to keep her around though,” Eskel said with a small smile as he reached for your hand above the table, in full view of everyone else.

A smile spread across your face that you tried to hide as you took a bite of food, “Oh yeah, Eskel’s never gonna be rid of me at this rate…”

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