#eskel x fem!reader

[redskull199987]

All the right Moves

Eskel x female Witcher!reader  Word count:2.4k warnings: canon typical violence, reader is injured, fluff at the end Summary:You´re on your way back to Kaer Morhen together with Eskel, as you run into a Leshy. You knew that something was wrong, as Eskel told you he wouldn't want to travel with you anymore…

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You were hiking so fast, that you could feel your lungs burning inside your chest. Your throat dry from not drinking anything for hours. Your feet were begging you to stop, even just for a minute. But you knew, you couldn't. If you stopped now, he would be dead, once you reached Kaer Morhen. You just had to make it in time. If Eskel died, you would never forgive yourself. His words were still ringing in the back of your head.

“Leave me alone!”, he yelled, as he pushed you away from him. Confused, you looked at the Witcher, who was normally warm and understanding around you. All you had done was touch his shoulder carefully, asking if you could see his injury.“Eskel…are you okay?”, you mumbled, Confusion still written all over your face.

“Just fuck off.”, he cursed under his breath, turning away from him. 

You watched in confusion as he walked away from you, gathering his weapons. He didn't look back at you even once.

Your breath hitched slightly, as you could finally see the silhouette of Kaer Morhen on the Horizon. One or Two hours more and you would reach the old castle. It would be nightfall by then. You finally started to walk again, reaching into your pocket to find the potion, that was the reason why you were so late. You were sure that all the others had already arrived. Geralt and Vesemir probably worrying not only about Eskel, but also wondering why you didn't arrive yet. 

You desperately wished that you weren't so late. But it had taken you longer than expected, to find someone who knew how to make the potion you needed. If it weren't for a mage, who was a good friend of yours, who teleported you near the mountains, where Kaer Morhen was, you would´ve lost several days and Eskel would probably be dead already. But luckily, you were only half a day behind him, which luckily gave you enough time to save him. Or so you hoped. 

“Just fucking leave me alone!”, Eskel screamed at you, after you had finally managed to get a good look at his shoulder.“You´re infected, Eskel!”, you yelled, trying to grab his hand,”If we don´t do something, you will die!”“I am not going to die, so just leave me alone. I don't need you. I never needed you!”, he barked, looking at you with a stern expression. You were taken aback by his words. You knew that he didn't mean it, he didn't know what he was saying. But it still hurt you. 

 Before you could say something more, he was already mounting the horse and running off. You didn't try to follow him. It was worthless. You knew that he would be in Kaer Morhen after you found a potion that would save him. 

You looked at his back one more time, before making your way into the other direction, already knowing who you could ask for help.

A small sigh left your lips,as you finally reached the doors of the keep. You were about to push it open, as the medallion around your neck started shaking. Hastily, you made your way inside. This wasn't the first time this happened today. But this time it was much harsher. 

You didn't see anyone at first. The great hall was completely empty, but you could see plates full of food and tankards filled with ale standing all over the place. Someone was here not long ago. 

Your head shot up, as you heard ruckus coming from the laboratory, seconds later the sound of pots being smashed and tables thrown over. As you finally started running, you could hear a beasty groan. “Fuck.”, you grunted as you heard the voices of Geralt and Vesemir. And as you finally reached the designated room, you peeked through the open door. What you saw almost made you lose your composure.  

Right there, just a few meters in front of you, was Eskel towering over the other two Witchers. But he wasn't himself. Not in the slightest. He had transformed into a wooden beast, his face barely visible, but it was there. 

Mere seconds, after laying your eyes on him, you wanted to storm towards him, but a magical shield was blocking the door. You quickly drew your sword, as you saw what was about to happen. 

Eskel had managed to trap Vesemir, resulting in Geralt lighting up his sword to end it.

As fast as you could, you muttered a spell and lifted your sword. With all your power, you pierced it through the barrier.

You took three big steps, breathing in heavily, knowing that what you were about to do would knock the air out of your lungs. 

And only as you stepped in front of him, lifting your blade to meet his in the air, Geralt had finally noticed your presence. He looked at you perplexed, as your sword clanked against his, the metall hissing from the heat. “What are you doing?”, he asked, not even angry, but genuinely concerned. “You're not going to take him away from me!”, you claimed, as Geralt slowly lowered his sword.

“Please just trust me!”, you urged the white wolf. He only nodded at you, as you quickly turned around, grabbing the small potion from your pocket.

“Eskel?!?!”, you yelled as loud as you could. The beast-turned Man quickly turned around, upon hearing your voice. Vesemir, who had previously been choked, fell to the ground, coughing. “Take care of him!”, you ordered Geralt, who was able to quickly make his way over to the older Witcher, since Eskel´s attention was all on you now. 

“Here goes nothing.”, you muttered under your breath, as you felt a branch pierce through your shoulder. You yelped, as you were lifted into the air, more branches wrapping around your body. You were pushed against a wall, as Eskel leaned closer to you.

“Y/N”, he sputtered, his eyes scanning your form. 

“It's me, Eskel.”, you affirmed, slowly bringing the potion to your mouth to rip the cork off, “You´re going to be alright, my love. Don´t worry.”

Eskel was about to answer, but no words left his mouth, he was just staring at you. You quickly realized that this was your chance, as he was momentarily confused. You lifted your arm, as best as you could and threw the small bottle of potion right into his mouth. He choked on it for a second, not comprehending what had just happened. “I'm sorry in advance.”, you quickly mumbled, before lifting your foot and kicking him in the jaw, in order to make him swallow the potion. 

Your breath hitched for a second, as you didn´t know what was going to happen. Would it work? Would he live?

As you fell to the ground with a grunt, you were pretty sure that it was working. Grabbing your bleeding shoulder, you quickly backed off, as Eskel started to squirm around, an angry scream leaving his lips.

“Y/N?!”, Geralt yelled, as he tried to reach you, but Eskel´s branches were throwing a tantrum, swinging all around the hall.

“Please just work.”, you prayed, but suddenly, all movement stopped. The room was silent for a second, before all the wood surrounding you suddenly started  corroding. You watched with wide eyes, how all the branches coming out of Eskel slowly crumbled away all the way up to his body.  He had stopped moving for a second, but as you stood up and called out for him, the wooden exoskelett rumbled to life. You heard cracking and wood breaking and seconds later, you saw Eskel´s Human body falling out of what looked like a tree stump now.

"Eskel!", you gasped and leaped forward just in time to catch him. His body weight pulled you down with him. He was still unconscious, as you slowly turned him around, resting his head on your lap. Just now, you took a good look at him. His entire body was covered in dirt. Vines and leaves had grown in and around his clothes. The only thing untouched, was his Witcher medallion.

“He´s alive.”

You looked up at Geralt and Vesemir who were now standing in front of you. Vesemir was still leaning on Geralt for support, but apart from that he seemed fine to you.

“You saved his life”, Geralt added. All you could do was nod. Your emotions were slowly coming to the surface now and you realized that you could´ve lost him today. But here he was, laying in your arms unconsciously. 

"Come on.” , Vesemir  patted your shoulder, kneeling down next to you,”Let's get him fixed up. We´ll take care of this”, he lifted his hand to gesture around the completely destroyed room,”later, alright?”

You just nodded again, stepping aside, as Geralt and Vesemir proceeded to lift Eskel up to carry him to his room. As the other Witchers ran into you, you promised them an explanation , but for now, you needed to look after Eskel.

Your eyes kept falling shut over and over again, as you lay in a chair in front of Eskel´s bed. It had been a few hours since you managed to cure him from the infection. He hadn't woken up since. You tried to stay awake but sleep was gnawing at you, like a hungry aeschna.

“Sorry? Are you Y/N?”

Your eyes opened once more, as you looked over to the door to see who had come to visit you. A young girl was standing in the doorway. Her long blond hair was slightly disheveled and the bottom of her white dress was dirty and ripped open.

“You must be the child surprise.”, you stated, after getting up and bidding her inside.

“Cirilla of Cintra.”, she smiled, as she stepped inside,”Geralt sent me to give you this. He said it would help with your exhaustion.”

You looked at her curiously, as she handed you a small bottle of potion. You gingerly took it and inspected it´s contents. After recognizing the mixture, you quickly downed it in one sip. Mere seconds after, you already felt it working. Your eyes didn´t feel as heavy anymore and your limbs stopped aching a bit.

“Thank you Cirilla.”, you finally said and gifted the young girl a soft smile.  

She only nodded and was about to leave, as you gently grabbed her wrist. She turned around perplexed.

You cleared your throat once more, before finally speaking again:”Geralt told me that…that Eskel was a bit rude with you, upon arriving here at Kaer Morhen.”

“He wasn't exactly the nicest.”, she admitted after you finally let go of her hand.

“I want to apologize for his behavior”, you sighed, rubbing your neck,”He isn't usually like this. He didn't even let me touch him, after he was injured. This infection…it did something to him, changed him.”

Cirilla didn't say anything, but instead stepped closer to the bed, Eskel was lying in. She inspected him carefully, her eyes wandering over his exhausted body. 

“I really hope that he will wake up again. I would like to meet the real Eskel.”, she uttered and turned around to you with a smile. “Yeah, me too.”, you mumbled weakly. You were really missing your soft Witcher. The way he always smiled at you with his big eyes, the way his hands felt on your skin, his lips on yours, his gentle voice, as he mumbled sweet nothing into your ear in the early mornings. You just wanted him to wake up again.

“Hey?”, Ciri asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. She must have noticed how shaken up you were, “He'll be alright. You saved him, right?”

You only nodded, slowly petting her shoulder:”You should go to sleep now. It's late and you must be tired, after all this ruckus.”

“You should get some sleep too.”, she smiled softly before leaving the room. You threw one last glance her way, before the door finally closed and the room was silent again.

At least for a few moments.

Your head shot up, as you heard groaning coming from the bed. That could only mean one thing: Eskel was awake.

You quickly made your way over to the bed and you would be lying if you said, your heart didn't skip a beat. There he was. He was alive and well. His heartbeat going steady and his breath a little shallow, but also very much there. 

As he looked up and his eyes landed on you, you couldn't hold yourself back any longer. you stepped forward, kneeling down on the side of the bed, your arms pulling Eskel into a massive hug.

“Woah there, bug. It's alright, I'm here.”, Eskel affirmed, as you buried your face  in his shoulder,”I'm here with you.” 

“Yeah”, you sniffled, a few lonely tears rolling down your cheeks. You finally parted to get a good look at him. Frankly, he still looked unbelievably tired. Dark circles were prominent under his eyes and you noticed that he moved with a bit of discomfort. “What happened, bug?”, he suddenly asked you, now fully sitting up against the headrest.

“The leshy.”, you mumbled, reaching out for his hand. He gladly intertwined his fingers with yours. “It infected you, after we fought against it.”

“Fuck, I think I remember now.”, he hissed,”I'm so sorry. The things I said, I did. I was such an arsehole, wasn´t I?”

“Well, Ciri certainly thinks so.”, you chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. But Eskel didn't laugh. Instead he lifted his hand to softly grasp your cheek. He gently wiped away your tears, but new ones were already coming, upon feeling his soft touch again.

“I am sorry.”, he said firmly,”Thank you for saving my ass.” “Of course.”, you assured,”I would do anything for you. I love you.” “I love you, bug”, Eskel mumbled, pulling you back into his chest. A small sigh left your lips, after settling against his body. You finally allowed yourself to rest, after so many hours of being completely on edge. Eskel was alive. You did, in fact, save him. 

“Rest.”, you heard him whisper into your ear, as he pulled you closer to his body. His warmth spreading welcoming you, after he pulled the blanket over you.

“You deserve it.”

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[cosmos-coma]

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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[samantha-rae-velcher]

How the men from the Witcher act when you cry..

(you are an elf I made up, called a Vanyar. You have wings but hide them with magic. You are the only one left of your people.)

Geralt

Eskel

Filavandrel

Jaskier

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Geralt

Y/n was sitting in bed, her black tears running down her face - (it's because she's a version of an elf I made up for The Witcher ;) ) - Geralt hadn't come home I four days and no one had seen him. Suddenly the bedroom door swung open and in stepped the Witcher. He was taken aback by the sight before him. His woman the one that never cried, here she was eyes glossed over and looking at him as if he was a ghost.

"Y/n, why are you crying?" He asked.

Her voice came out as a whisper...

"I thought you were dead or hurt or just-"

The tears came again and he rushed to her side, he wrapped her in a hug and held her close to him.

"I'm right here, Y/n. I will never leave your side again."

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Eskel

Y/n and Eskel pass each other in the hallway, he looks over and sees tears in her eyes. Eskel stops and turns to her but she keeps walking.

"Y/n, are you alright?" He asked.

"Quite." She answered back.

He fast walked after her up the hall, grabbing her arm he pulled her to him so he could get a better look.

"You're crying. Why?"

She wiped the tears and took a deep breath, attempting to push his hand away but his grip tightened.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Eskel. Please let go of me."

He wrapped his arms around her and held her to his chest, he kissed her head and gently rubbed her back.

"What is the matter, little one?"

She started to quietly sob into him.

"I-I accidentally showed my powers in front of the other witchers...they called me a freak."

Eskel leaned down and gave her neck a gentle kiss...

"Go to your room, I'll be there in a moment."

Y/n watched as he made his way to the great hall, no doubt gonna go kick some Witcher ass.

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Filavandrel

Filavandrel looks over and notices a few of his people making fun of Y/n, he stood when he saw the black tears. Beautiful but sad, walked over and gently tucked her hair behind her ear. Wiping the tears, he kissed her head and lead her away from them. They walked deep into the forest away from the others when she stopped in her tracks.

"Why did you do that?" She asked.

"Do what?"

"I don't want to call it saving but...I don't know what else to call it in this moment."

Filavandrel stood close to her and whispered in a sweet tone...

"You are not what they say you are, you are not a monster they are for being that way towards you."

She smiled and wrapped her arms around him, he pulled her close and gently kissed her.

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Jaskier

Finally after years of not seeing each other, there she was Y/n...but she was crying. He had hoped when he saw her again she would be happy, smiling running to him and throwing herself into his arms.

But that wasn't the case...

"Y/n?"

She turned...

"Jaskier!"

"Why are you crying, my sweet?" He asks as he gently kisses her neck, he could feel her shiver at the small contact.

"I was missing you."

"Well I'm here with you now...in this pub...with a room upstairs...and the key to said room in my pocket...and in that room his a warm bed you look like you desperately need. I mean how long has it been since you slept?"

"If we go upstairs to your room, I doubt we'll be sleeping." She whispered.

"Quite right, darling. Shall we?" He asked as he took her hand and led her to the stairs.

THE END ❤️

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[first-edition]

Daughter of Kaer Morhen

Smut-mas day 5

Geralt of rivia x reader

Sum- You spend all your time and days taking care or kaer morhen with your dogs but it’s only when the witchers come home you can finally relax

CW- smut, 18+ language and themes, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral! Fem receiving, pet names.

“Come along.” You call to your 7 dogs as they all run up to the large doors of kaer morhen aka your home. The first and only human to reside there.

You’ve lived at kaer morhen ever sconce you could remeber. Vesimer found you as a baby in the woods cold hungry and dying. He took it upon him self to feed, clothe and house you teaching you the skills of a Witcher yet brought in mages to teach you the skills to be a proper lady.

Over time you became friends with the other witchers and even a lover to one, geralt of rivia or as you and the others call him white wolf, wolf for short.

You stop in your place seeing horses tetherd and smoke roaring from the top of the hold. Running to the door you open it seeing your family. A huge smile covers your face. You place down your basket and run to them. All the men embrace you in a large group hug.

“Move aside come now let me see my daughter!” Vesimer voice travels through the room as everyone steps back.

“Father!” You exclaim and run to him hugging him he picks you up spinning.

Placing you down he pulls back too see your face. “Oh how I’ve missed those lavender eyes, fair skin and strong spirit!” He smiles and kisses your fore head.

“You look well.” He says “yes my dogs have helped me much so with winter hunt. You on the other hand look starved.” You reply and whistle one of your dogs grabs the basket walking over to you.

“Venison, bear, salmon, and mushrooms if they server your liking?” You ask “oh!! You treat me too well.” He says you smile and grab your basket.

“Your rooms are mended and fresh fur is placed….” You say but stop and look around the room counting how many are left.

“Where is wolf? And eskel?” You ask. Everyone looks around “not here m’lady” lambert says “hm.”

“I’m sure he’ll arrive” Coen replies. You nod and continue your way to the kitchen.

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You sit your dogs around you nose head resting on your lap. A horses whine can be heard.

“That’ll be eskel he has the loudest horse.” Lambert says. You scoff. The doors open revealing the famous, large, white haird Witcher. But he’s brought someone with him a girl around the age of 16.

“Where the fuck have you been!?” Lambert exclaims as geralt places his bag down with a thud.

“We thought you were lost or killed..” coen says

Geralt chuckles “not yet..” he says and laughs as they all hug. He greets vesimer as well. Your dogs get up and run to him and greet him but bark at the sight of the girl.

You stand up “Vulcan heel!” You exclaim he whines and runs to your side “sit.” You say he does. Geralt watches you in awe missing the sight of you. Everything about you perfect to him.

“Wolf..” you say as he walks twirls you.

“You’re late..3 hours to be precise-“ he cuts you off pulling you in and kissing you. You smile into the kiss wrapping your arms around his neck.

Ciri covers her mouth not too show her smile. Geralt spoke of you before but she never invisioned the fearless heartless man to be so mezmerized by you.

You two pull away and you look into his amber eyes. “I’ve missed you.” He states, “and I you.” You reply but your sight goes to the girl.

“And who have you brought with you?” You ask. “Cirilla. This is y/n.”

“Are you a Witcher.?!” “Oh no but I am vesimers daughter, I live here tend to it whilst the witchers are gone.” You reply she smiles “pleasure to meet you!” She says “and you cirilla” “ciri.” She corrects you nod “ciri”

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Soon eskel arrives and the party begins

The night is filled with music and laughter ciri dances with the rest.

You stand and watch by the door way.

“You’re not enjoying yourself?” Geralt asks from behind you as his large arms weapp around your waist.

“Huh? I am believe me…just parties with women of the night aren’t really my scene. I’d much rather spend it with you.” You reply turning around to face him he presses his lips against yours lightly and squeezes your waist.

You pull away and grab his hand leading him away.

Walking into the room he closes the door and smashes his lips against yours. His hands roaming your waist to your back instead of waiting to in tie your corset he rips it apart. Getting you out as soon as possible.

Opening your legs he rests in between sitting up only to take off his shirt and pants leaving you both nude. His large hard cock presses against your pussy making you gasp “Ah wolf please!” You plead out to him.

“I want to take my time with you, I haven’t seen you all year!” He huffs in your ear as he grinds himself against you. His mouth pulls from your neck. He kisses down your body between your breasts. His large calloused hand takes a breast in hand and squeezes causing you to moan out.

Kissing down your body he finds his way to your thigh kissing it as well. You look up at the ceiling and feel his tounge press against your clit causing you gasp and shift. Geralt grabs your thighs keeping you in a place as he eats you out.

His tounge swirling around you dipping into you causing your back to arch. “F-fuck geralt!” You moan out placing your hand on his head. Trying to pull him off “ngh g-geralt please I-ah I’m gonna cum.” You huff he dosnt listen and only moves up and inserts a finger then another.

Pressing against your g spot as sucking on your clit make it unbearable. Finally snapping as you cum. He dosnt rest over stimulating you.

He finally pulls away and immediately moves up to kisses you letting you taste your sweet self. You grind your hips on his dick. He pulls away hissing through his teeth.

“P-please.” You answer his gasp. “Please what!?” He growls pulling your hairs back.

“Ngh.. p-please fuck me.” You reply he kisses your neck surely leaving hickeys And angles himself up to you. “Good girl.” He huffs and pushes himself in making sure to be carful and not to hurt you. 

you moan out as he enters your pussy. 

he begins to move slowly at first to find a rythim and then rough and fast. 

Your nails drag against his back and arms being sure to leave marks. 

“F-fuck Wolf!” you exclaim you breast bouncing to his hips pounding you. 

he pulls back a bit and pulls you closer to him pulling your leg up over his large shoulder. the angle making your back arch and grabbing the sheets. “ah shit.” he curses groaning out. 

The sound of moans and groans, skin hitting skin rumbels through the room although not loud enough to reach the party loud party downstairs. 

you cletch around geralt dick as you cum. he sees this and fucks you even rougher.  “Ah ah g-geralt i-.” “come on baby” he grumbles in your ear. as he bottoms out hitting you cervix making you cum again this time its enough for him to finish as well. his warm cum pooling inside of you. 

Both if you pant coming down from your highs. he pulls out making you whimper. he chuckles and pecks your lips and moves off of you. 

geralt lays next to you an pulls you close to him. “come with me.” you says you giggle “where.” you reply “out. out of kaer morhen.” he replies. 

“you know i cant do that.” you reply. “y/n..” “wolf-” you cut him off. 

he sighs pulling you closer to him and kissing your head. “Just one year..come with me.” he says you dont reply. “y/n..” he says trailing off seeing youve fallen asleep already. he chuckles and nods kissing your head again

#geralt x reader #geralt of rivia #geralt x reader smut #geralt of riva x reader smut

[jane-todd-maximoff]

Stay

Eskel x Fem! reader

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Word count - 351

It was just after the battle when Eskel finally got a good look at you. You were sitting on the snow covered steps leading up to the gate of kaer morhen. He realized how different you looked. Your hair barely hitting your shoulders. It would have been the most notable difference if not for the scar that caught his eye.

Starting from the bottom left corner of your lip there was a large scar ending at the right of your chin. He also noticed how new it looked. Still very pink on your skin.

Eskel took a deep breath in and walked up to where you sat. "May I?" He asked, looking at the spot beside you, “it's your keep.” you responded, It was hard to think about. It was his keep now. Vesimer was dead and Lambert went with Keira and finally Geralt went off to face the wild hunt. It was just him for the time being. Hell it might just be him forever. 

A thought snuck his way into his mind as he took his seat, What if he doesn't have to be alone? He doesn't have to be alone if you stay.  

You and Eskel sat in a sad silence for a few minutes before he turned and looked at you. He stared at you for so long you weren't even sure if he was blinking. You take a breath in. “could you not” “could you stay?” He asked at the same time. 

“Wait, What?” you question as he gives you a questionable look. Eskel took another breath in “I don't want to be alone any more.” He explained before raising his hand to rub at his scar nervously before continuing. “And I know you, you never liked being alone either, so stay with me.” He clarified

You take a shaky breath in. You knew he was right. You never liked being alone. Just look at yourself you could physically see what happened  when you and the wolf witcher last separated. You bite your lip slowly nodding your head. “I’ll stay.” you whispered “I'll stay with you.”

#witcher eskel #jane todd maximoff #the witcher #eskel x reader #the witcher 3 #the witcher x reader

[seidenbros]

Hi there! Hope you’re having a great day. I had an idea in mind for a Geralt x reader Angst/Fluff/Smut, where reader was a Witch but she/they passed away. Geralt then dreams of her/them, really sweet and passionate smut where he thinks she’s back and shows her how much he’s missed her/them and then he wakes up and is devastated :,)

Okay.... OKAY. Let me tell you that I nearly cried when I read this request, because DAMN it's such a sad consept. Neverthelesse, I still wrote it. Do I like to make myself suffer? Sure seems like it, but it's just such a great request. I really hope, you enjoy the angst and pain I'll inflict upon you (lovingly). And I went with a 3rd person y/n for the first time, 'cause it seemed more fitting. Let me know what you think

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Pairing: Geralt x fem!reader Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst and smut, soft Geralt, declarations of love, p in v sex, sad ending (if you couldn't tell from the request), loss of a loved one Word Count: 2513

Love Me Once More

It wasn't the same anymore, not since she was gone. After spending years together, their hearts practically melted into one, losing y/n had been the hardest Geralt ever had to endure. Seeing her die right in front of his eyes, not able to do anything to help her anymore, had torn him apart. Something inside him had snapped that moment, and he'd killed anything, anyone around him. Only when there was nobody breathing around him, had he been able to come back to his senses. Her dead body in the middle of this field, blood everywhere, covering his face, her lifeless eyes staring back up at him...

Even the memory made him clench his fists, curse himself for not getting to her faster so that he could have gotten a chance to save her. Everyone had told him that he hadn't had chance, that he couldn't have done anything different to save her. He didn't blame them, his family, because the others had only gotten there half an hour after everything had been over, because they'd fought in a different place. They'd found him there amidst the corpses all alone, crying his heart out for the love of his life.

When Jaskier had touched his shoulder, Geralt had tensed up, had even growled at him, until he'd realised who it was. Everything afterwards was still a blur, but they'd somehow managed to get him away from there, take care of his injury, while they'd also take y/n's dead body along to give her a proper burial.

Her grave was only a few minutes from where he was sitting now, by the coast, covered in lilacs that would bloom in the spring again. She'd been one of the best sorceresses he'd known, but even that hadn't saved her. He'd gone through it over and over again, but in the end, it wouldn't change anything. What's done is done.

His brothers had helped him with the funeral, they'd even brought him here to this cottage, where he had some peace and quiet, some time to himself, because he needed that. Geralt wasn't good with company at the moment. The only person to visit him every now and then, was Jaskier, who checked up on him, brought him some supplies and made sure that he did indeed eat and didn't only tell him that in order to get rid of him. He had Roach for company, and if he needed someone, he'd know where to find them. Until then, his brothers and Vesemir would leave him alone. There was nothing they could do to heal a broken and battered heart, they could only give him the time he needed and be there for him.

Geralt appreciated that they stayed away from him most of the time. He was grieving, he knew it, and it hurt like hell, but he didn't know how long that pain would remain, but right now, it wasn't going anywhere. They'd always talked about living at the coast at one point. Build a little cottage, maybe get a couple sheep or goats – Eskel could certainly get them set up – and just live a peaceful live.

Looking out over the ocean, Geralt took a deep breath, the salty air filling his nose, his lungs. If he closed his eyes hard enough, maybe he could ream himself way from this place, from this life, to a place where she was still there.

“Geralt?” he heard the soft voice before he felt the delicate fingers on his shoulder. For a second, he tensed up, because this couldn't be real. The light touch sent electric waves through his body, made him acutely aware of her presence, but it couldn't be.

“Y/N?” His voice was barely above a whisper as he stood and turned around, only to see her right in front of him. That warm smile on her lips that he'd always loved, her eyes fixed on him, like there was nobody else in this world she'd rather look at then him. “How... what...” he stuttered, raking his eyes over her body, looking for any injuries, but there none. Little cars here and there, just like he had as well, but she wasn't hurt.

“I'm here,” she said, reaching out her hand for him. Geralt hesitated for a moment, but then he touched his fingertips to here, ran them along the back of her hand, felt her warm skin beneath them. It was her. It was y/n – his y/n. He took one big step towards her and wrapped her in his arms, held her close to his chest, afraid that if he'd let her go, she'd vanish into thin air.

“I thought I'd lost you. I... I held your dead body,” he whispered into her neck, breathing in her familiar scent, while his hands ran over her whole body, making sure that she was really here, not some figment of his imagination, that she was breathing.

“I'm here, Geralt,” she repeated her words, her own fingers tangling in his hair, feeling the soft texture against her skin. She'd missed this, missed him, and so she made him look at her before her lips came down on his. It was a messy, a greedy kiss, but they both needed that, needed to feel that the other was really there, that it was not just a hallucination.

Geralt wasted no time in picking her up and carrying her inside. Nobody would find them out here, but he wanted that privacy, wanted to cherish her the way she needed to be cherished, and his bed would be better than the sand beneath them. A bed, he'd slept in alone for what felt like an eternity.

“I missed you so much, you have no idea.” Geralt's lips moved down the side of her neck as soon as he'd laid her down on his bed, his body covering hers, but he didn't put his whole weight on her. Y/N's fingers raked through his hair, down his back and pulled at the tunic he was wearing.

“I missed you, too... but I'm here now. We are here.”

Geralt sat up to rid himself of the tunic, threw it aside, because the only thing that mattered right now was the woman in front of him. He leaned back down, started peppering her skin with kisses. Down her neck, her collarbone, the slope of her breast.

“This has to come off. I need to feel you, need to make sure this is real!” He sounded desperate, but he didn't care. She could know how much he'd missed, how much he loved her.

Y/N pushed him off her own body so that she could get up from the bed again. Her eyes were fixed on him as she undressed, feeling his hot gaze all over her. Without looking, he pulled down his own trousers, freeing his cock from its confinements.

“Come here.” Geralt sat back against the headboard of his bed, reached out his hand for her. When she took it, he pulled her into his lap. After letting go of her hand again, he rubbed his palms along her thighs, took his time as if he was exploring her body all over again. Y/N cupped his face and kissed him again. A slow, passionate kiss that made him feel so alive that he wouldn't even be able to put it into words again.

When his hands reached her hips, he pulled her even closer, his throbbing cock pressing against her heat. Y/N gasped into the kiss, before she ripped her lips free from his.

“I love you so much,” she whispered before she reached between their bodies and wrapped her fingers around his dick. Geralt swore under his breath. It had been so long since she'd touched him that he felt like a teenager again who would come undone just from this touch.

Geralt's grip on her hips tightened for a moment, before he returned to stroking his fingertips along her thigh, but this time, he inched further up until he reached her folds, finding her already wet and willing for him.

Now, it was y/n's name to gasp at the touch, but she immediately pressed against his fingers, asking for more. And so he complied, pressed his thumb against the sensitive bud there. Hearing her moan his name spurred him on, and he started rubbing slow circles around it. Meanwhile, two of his fingers rand through her folds, already coated in her slick, so he had no problem sliding them inside her. She stilled for a moment, before a long, drawn-out moan left his lips. Her grip on his cock tightened, making Geralt moan in return.

“I need to feel you as well, Geralt.. now!” she panted and rocked her hips against his fingers, but then she lifted herself up. Geralt kept his gaze on her, as he positioned herself, guided his cock towards her entrance and slowly sank down on his length.

Geralt's head fell against her shoulder, his arms wrapped around her body to hold her close for a moment, to feel her body pressed to his and feel her heart beating in her chest. She was here, she was with him.

For a moment, they simply stayed like this, joined together after such a long time without each other, but they needed their high, needed to feel alive together, so y/n rocked her hips against him against. She placed her hands on his shoulders for leverage, before she started moving up and down. Geralt's hands found their place on her hips, guiding her, supporting her a little bit.

He trailed kisses along her shoulder, down to her collarbone, where he nipped at the skin for a moment, before he continued his path. Without a warning, he pulled her left nipple between his teeth and sucked on it.

“Fuck... Geralt,” she moaned, fingernails digging into his shoulder. Her movement were becoming faster now, drawing a mix between a moan and a growl from his lips.

Geralt wrapped one arm around her middle, held her close when he turned them in one swift motion, so that y/n was now lying beneath him. He looked down at her for a moment, studied her face, after he hadn't seen it for so long. Her fingers combed through his hair again before she cupped his cheek and pulled him back down for another kiss. She only broke that kiss, because his fingers were between their bodies again, gently rubbing over her clit, while he started thrusting into her again, slowly at first, but he quickly picked up his pace.

“Fuck, y/n, I missed you, I missed this... can't let you go again,” he babbled against her neck, grazed his teeth against the soft skin, but soothed it with his tongue right afterwards.

“I'm so close... Fuck Geralt.” A breathless whisper from her lips as she felt her climax approach, felt that knot tighten, that was close to exploding. Her fingernails scratched over his back, as his movements got faster, a little harder, driving her absolutely insane, but when his fingers got faster as well, he pushed her over the edge. Her back arched off the bed, her chest pressed flush against his, as she came, moaning his name once again.

Geralt fucked her through her high until his own movements became more erratic, his hips stuttered, because feeling her walls constrict around his cock, trying to pull him even deeper. He spilled inside her, a string of cursewords flowing from his lips mixed with an I love you, y/n.

For a moment, his whole weight was on her, because he needed to catch his breath, but then he pushed himself up on one arm. Ever so gently, he brushed his knuckles over her cheek. YN/'s eyes fluttered open, a content smile on her lips.

“Tell me, you're not going anywhere,” Geralt said quietly, the desperation with which he said this nearly making his voice break.

“I'm not. I'm right here.” Her hand framed his face, before she kissed him again. A long, lingering kiss that he felt to the tips of his toes.

Geralt opened his eyes with a start as a bright flash filled the room and he heard thunder very close by. He needed a moment to adjust to his surroundings to realise, where he was. Blinking a couple of times, he looked around for y/n, but she was nowhere to be found. Sitting up, he rubbed both hands across his face. It was raining outside, lightning cracking though the air and lightening up the surrounding.

Geralt got up and got dressed, before he went looking for her. He'd always loved the rain, had always sat near a window if she wasn't able to go outside.

“Y/N?” he called out in the hopes of a response, but he had a gut feeling that she was nowhere to be found. There was a used cup in the kitchen and the front door was ajar. Maybe, she'd gone outside to enjoy the rain. It wouldn't be the first time.

Geralt didn't waste any time and walked outside looking for her, but she was nowhere around the cottage, so he started walking. His feet seemed to move on their own accord, showing where he needed to go. His eyes always scanned his surroundings in hopes of finding her somewhere, though deep down he knew that he wouldn't be lucky.

He eventually stopped at a spot where he could overlook the ocean again. The rain had died down by now, hut he was completely drenched – not that he even cared about that. His eyes dropped down to what was in front of his feet. They weren't in bloom, but he knew that they were lilacs. Her lilacs. On her grave. Her name, the date of her death carved into a stone that set on top of the grave they'd made for her.

All of it had only been a dream, even though it had felt so real. If he closed his eyes, he could still smell her, feels the touch of her fingertips on his skin. Maybe, it was a memory his body, his mind had conjured up, but she was nowhere to be found anymore. He'd buried her himself, had lost her for good. But at least he'd seen her one last time, even if it was only in his dreams, to tell her that he loved her. Words he hadn't said often enough while she'd still been with him.

Geralt kneeled down before her grave and touched his fingertips to the earth there. He knew, he would never see her again, not in person, but at least, he had his memories. Lots of them, but still not enough. Grief gripped his heart and crumpled it up like a piece of paper as he let his tears run freely. It was just him here. Him and his memories of a time where he'd been happy.

#geralt x reader #geralt of rivia imagine #the wither imagine #geralt x y/n #geralt x fem!reader #geralt x female reader #geralt fic #the witcher #geralt smut #the witcher smut #geralt of rivia smut #staffi writes #geralt imagine #geralt fanfic #soft geralt

[open--till--midnight]

The Hitchhikers Guide to the Continent - Chapter 1 - Time's Running Out

eskel x fem!reader

wc | 1.1k

summary | when a mage is accused of killing her king, she covers for his real killer and runs away from his kingdom, fearing the consequences of her friend's actions.

a/n | this chapter was kind of just a jumping off point, it needs to be heavily rewritten. im considering turning it into an oc story. but for now, this work is on hiatus

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Your portals were becoming sloppy. With control of your magic decreasing, you were becoming uncoordinated. Your last portal had opened up within feet of a cliff edge, the next into a thick bramble, the thorns digging into your calves leaving more spots of blood on your clothes. And the water from a lake shore burned those abrasions before you fell face first into a stone wall. 

Your hand shot to your face, and there was blood when you opened your palm. With the same hand you attempted to open another portal, but despite the intense energy you put into it, nothing happened. So, you stumbled against the wall, trying to get a bearing of your surroundings.

The surrounding woods were thick, thick and dark and you could already hear the snarls of a wolf pack. But before you could reach for your dagger, the sound of a sword cutting through air was heard to your left and a white-haired man appeared from behind the stone wall. 

It was a witcher, but you couldn’t be completely sure, he looked older than you’d expected a witcher to be, but you had no reference to make that assumption. He dealt with the wolves with ease, wiping his blade on his sleeve before staring you down, keeping his steel ready. 

“And who might you be?” 

You stayed silent; your situation demanded secrecy. 

“Right, well I’m sure you wouldn’t mind coming with me then. Seeing as you have nowhere to run to, I would advise against resisting.”

The man gestured around the corner with his sword; you led, and he stayed close behind. You held your hand close to your chest, seeing if there was a possibility of escape, but you felt no magic, you had burnt out. 

“So, you’re a mage then?” 

You turned; eyes wide.

“The medallion, dear. Senses magic.”

The tip of his sword tapped your back, the pain kept you walking. Within minutes, a small castle was in full view, but your eyes were trained on the ground. The rocky terrain made walking difficult and the threat of the blade behind you kept you on high alert. 

The inside walls of the castle felt like a maze, but the man gave you orders, loud and abrasive. 

When you entered the large wooden doors to the keep, you felt the end of a sword collide with your skull and then nothing.

When you woke, dimeritium cuffs were shackled on your wrists and you were tied to a pillar in the middle of a large room. Your head pounded and your vision was blurry, but you could make out the figures of three men. One in red and two in black.

With your eyes closed, you listened. They were hushed, you could only make out a few words here and there, you couldn’t make out anything of substance, nothing you could use. 

You stank of blood and dirt and death. Your dark red clothes were now brown and sticking to your skin. The smell blew your cover when you gagged, tears rewetting your clothes. 

“And it appears she’s awake.”

The men stood from their spot at the table and made their way to you. From your seated position they towered over you, standing too close, staring too hard. You were terrified. 

Your wrists quickly became bloody too, as they struggled against the magic dampening cuffs.

“You’re not getting out of those cuffs any time soon.” This witcher had short dark hair and a scar running down the left side of his face. He enjoyed this; his smirk gave him away. 

The man in red glared at him before turning back at you, he still said nothing. The oldest shooed them away and crouched down to your level. 

“You want to tell us how you found this place?” When you didn’t answer, he continued. “This place isn’t easy to find, not even for us. It would do you good to answer me, dear.” 

You spat in his direction, only slightly surprised to see the blood mixed in. 

“I could help you, you know? You don’t look so good. Eskel is as good as they come with healing, he could help you. He’d be gentle if I asked him to be.”

Still, you stayed silent. You would die here if you needed to. There was no way to tell where these witchers’ allegiances lay. They didn’t need to know who you were, and they wouldn’t. You would escape before then, not that you knew how you were going to achieve that yet, but you would. You had to.

The old witcher left when the sun had set, only after moving you to a dark room. Alone. You would have to get through the dimeritium to be free. But you didn’t even know if your magic came back after the battle, and you had no way of knowing. 

Against your better judgement, you fell asleep, head hanging and body slumped against the cold, hard wall. 

One brave soldier came running toward you, sword in hand and mouth hanging open. He spat as he yelled, but the sound was soon cut short as you took him out with one clean and calculated spell. 

There was one last wave you needed to get to. Your best friend, your sister stood at your side. Her face split into a wicked smile before she ran.

The king stood in the center of the row, sitting on his horse with his sword ready in his gloved hand. Ten soldiers stood to either side, heavily armored and sneering. 

You were heavily outnumbered, two against twenty and the king. Nobody moved, and the battlefield was silent save the moans of a few wounded soldiers, clutching their bodies on the wet grass. 

A single soldier came forward, gripping his sword and lumbering towards you. You took him out easily, a single spell did the trick. The king stayed in place, letting his soldiers come at the two of you. When they were taken care of, you pulled your dagger and stepped closer to the king.

He gaudily swung his sword, making eye contact with you the entire time. But it didn’t do him much good when you shot it out of his hand, giving your accomplice the go ahead. She drew her sword. 

The king began to retreat, whistling for his horse. But he refused to turn his back, practically allowing her to drive her blade through the mad king’s heart. 

You woke to the heavy door creaking. It took your eyes a moment to adjust to the dim light of the lantern that peeked through the door. When you saw the witcher in red come in you opened your mouth to yell, but he quickly quieted you by clamping his hand over your mouth.  

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#eskel x reader #the witcher fanfic #the hitchhikers guide to the continent #lilywrites📝 #eskel fanfic #game!eskel x reader #the witcher x reader

[metalgearwitcher]

What I WILL write: Fluff Angst Hurt/Comfort Gender Neutral reader Fem Reader Male Reader MLM, MLW WLW Platonic (all underage characters are auto-platonic) Smut Pregnancy dark topics (suicide, murder, death, sh etc) canon typical violence ( there is a lot of it in these franchises, they are anti war stories afterall maybe not depicting some of the things that happen in canon it but I can still reference them )

Will Not Write Non-con Yandere Underage "disturbing" kinks (usually meaning involving noncon partners, violence or bodily functions, mostly) feel free to ask if your kink is ok or not) Character x Character AUs ( sorry not my thing)

I will not judge you at all for any kinks or personal interests - do not be afraid to message me with any questions you have

will some detail with the requests like a prompt, but not so much that I'm just writing your OC

am a slow writer. I might take a while to finish a request

If there is a character that isn't on the following lists, ask about them to see if I write for them

character list below the RM

Metal Gear

I'm not familiar enough with metal gear rising to write for those characters but most of the others are fair game

MGS character list

Solid Snake

Big Boss or Naked Snake

Revolver Ocelot

Otacon

Meryl Silverburgh

Johnny Sasaki

Sniper Wolf

Zero

EVA

Para-Medic

Kazuhira Miller

Strangelove

Cécile

Venom Snake

Quiet

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The Witcher Iv only gone through the Witcher 3 so I'm not familiar with the previous games, so I will do research to write for some of the more popular characters like Vernon Roche and Iorveth

This is based on the game version the characters not the tv show. I still like the show I just think there should be more content for the game characters ( though I might make an exemption for Jaskier I love him too much to exclude)

I'm not finished with the book series yet but I may included details from it and reference book only stuff or use characterization if there isn't enough detail for them in the games, I will probably add more characters when I'm finished with the books, like Milva

Witcher character list Ciri

Geralt of Rivia

Dandelion

Jaskier (TV)

Triss Merigold

Shani

Vesemir

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Eskel

Lambert

Vernon Roche

Iorveth

Cerys an Craite

Regis

Ves

#metal gear x reader #the witcher x reader #metal gear solid #the witcher 3 wild hunt #metal gear solid x reader #the witcher 3 x reader

[honeywitchers]

Witchers and Crafts Don’t Mix

A/N:  This is from another one of my blogs that I decided to seperate my Witcher content from.  I plan on deleting the original from that blog so if you have seen this before under a different name I promise I didn’t steal the story!

Pairing:  Lambert x Fem!Reader feat. Eskel & Geralt

Content and Warnings: Strong Language per usual, banter, established relationship, use of Y/N and she/her.

Word Count:  684 just a lil’ guy

Summary:  Y/N and the boys take a moment to rest and somehow end up trying out wood carving.  It turns out that she and her significant other, Lambert, are the harshest critics.

It wasn’t often that Y/N and the group of witchers, who she lovingly referred to as ‘her boys’, got a little down time.  Because of this, sometimes they found themselves doing the most unusual, uncharacteristic activities when the opportunity presented itself.  Why not indulge in things other than monster slaying?  I mean, why shouldn’t a group of burley, manly, intimidating witchers be allowed to sit upon scattered tree stumps in the middle of a field of long grass and wildflowers while whittling miniature animals out of wood?

“How do you like my creation, darling?”  Y/N smiled widely, turning to her romantic companion, Lambert, who was sitting on a tree stump to her left.

“It’s….”  Lambert paused for a moment to glare at Eskel, sitting across from him, who was not so sneakily trying to hide a snicker.  “Esk, what do you think?”  

Eskel’s face straightened up immediately when he noticed Y/N staring at him intently, waiting for an answer.  

“Oh!  It’s, um, it’s a lovely looking…uh…”  Eskel’s eyes narrowed at the object  that vaguely resembled an animal in her outstretched hand.  “It’s a lovely looking goat, Y/N.”  A grin slowly appeared on his face as Lambert rolled his eyes.

“Thank you, Eskel!”  She said, her face gleamed with delight.

The three friends turned their attention to Geralt, who was seated quietly on the ground against the only tree left in the field.  His position was nearby, but far enough for the group to not hear what words he was mumbling to himself.  As if he felt the sets of eyes focused on him, he lifted his head from his carving-in-progress.  

“What?”  Geralt grunted.

“What in fresh hell is that, wolf?”  Lambert blurted, earning a smack to his shoulder from his love.  “What?!?”

“Oh, don’t look offended, Lamb, you were being rude!”  She scolded him.

“Yeah, Lamb.”  Eskel repeated, emphasizing the nickname she gave him.  

Y/N huffed and rolled her eyes, gently placing her finished wooden goat carving on the soft ground next to the stump she had been seated on.  Placing her small dagger along with it, she then stood up and began to walk slowly over to Geralt.

“So….”  She kneeled down in front of him.  “What is it that you’re making, Geralt?”  Her eyes narrowed, yet her smile never faltered.

“It’s….it’s supposed to be a donkey.”  Geralt’s eyes didn’t meet Y/N’s as he set his whittling knife back into his leather pouch.

Y/N’s eyes widened at the misshapen object in his hands.  It looked like it somehow had two heads, a rabbit’s tail, and seemed to be missing a leg.  

“HA!”  Lambert erupted with laughter.  “Are you serious?”  He stood up and walked over to join Y/N and his fellow witcher.  “Geralt, tell me, since when do donkeys have two heads and three legs?”

“Hm.”  Geralt grunted, tossing the donkey-like creature aside.  “Better than her deformed goat.”  He pointed at Lambert’s mate, unaffected by the frown on her face.  

“Geralt!”  She crossed her arms across her chest after she stood back up.  “You know what?  Yeah, Lamb, that looks nothing like a donkey.”  Y/N smirked.

Geralt furrowed his eyebrows and looked back and forth between her and Lambert, but said nothing.

“It kinda looks like roadkill.”  She continued.

“HA!  That’s my girl!”  Lambert’s arm found its place around her shoulder.

“It’s got a face only a mother could love.  Like it got pulled off a ship and mauled by an aeschna.”  Y/N giggled as she went on.  “Actually, is that a tail, or its intestines coming out of its ass?”

“She’s got a point, you know.  Should listen to the lady.  She knows her monster mauls…..and asses.”

“There is something deeply wrong with both of you.”  Eskel chimed in, not daring to move from his seat, still whittling away at a clump of wood.

“What can I say, Eskel, I prefer my women disturbed.”  Lambert smirked before placing a quick peck on Y/N’s lips.

“Yeah.”  She looked at Lambert dreamily, hugging into his waist.  “A match made in hell.”

#the witcher #lambert x reader #lambert x y/n #witcher imagine #lambert imagine #witcher eskel #geralt of rivia #witcher x y/n #witcher fic #lambert fic #eskel #blurb

[starlight-starbright1918]

WHAT IT COST SERIES MASTERLIST

THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND (PT I)

part one part two part three part four part five part six

part seven part eight part nine epilogue

CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR (PT II)

part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven part eight part nine part ten

reblogs always welcome ☺️

#eskel the witcher #eskel x fem!reader #eskel x you #justice for eskel #the Witcher #the Witcher fanfic #master list

[redskull199987]

Show Masterlist

the Masterlist for all the shows/Series that I write fo

Masterpost

BBC Sherlock :

-Sherlock x fem!reader

Dr. Who:

-11th Doctor x fem!reader

Broadchurch:

-nothing yet

Warehouse 13:

-nothing yet

Supernatural:

-Castiel x fem!reader

-Jack Kline x fem!reader

Criminal Minds:

-nothing yet

Good Omens:

-nothing yet

The Sandman:

-Morpheus x fem!reader

-Morpheus x male!reader

Takin' over the Asylum:

-nothing yet

Umbrella Academy:

-Umbrella Academy x gn!reader

The Witcher:

-Cahir x gn!reader

-Cahir x fem!Witcher!reader

-Jaskier x fem!reader

-Eskel x fem!Witcher!reader

Young Royals

-nothing yet

Cobra Kai

-Johnny Lawrence and Daniel LaRusso x male!reader general Dating Headcanons

Heartstopper

-nothing yet

The walking Dead

-Carl Grimes x fem!reader

I am not okay with this:

-nothing yet

American Horror Story:

-nothing yet

Peaky Blinders:

-nothing yet

The artful Dodger :

-nothing yet

Fleabag:

-nothing yet

The Queens Gambit:

-nothing yet

Stranger Things:

-Eddie Munson x fem!reader

The Boys

-nothing yet

Gen V:

-nothing yet

Ragnarok:

-nothing yet

Vikings:

-Ivar the Boneless x gn!reader Part 1

Ivar the Boneless x gn!reader Part 2

-Ivar the Boneless x fem!reader Part 1

Ivar the Boneless x fem!reader Part 2

-Ivar the Boneless x fem!reader

-Ivar the Boneless x gn!reader

-Lagertha x fem!reader

-Ragnar x Lagertha x fem!reader

Arcane

-Silco x gn!reader

-Viktor x gn!reader

-Viktor x gn!reader

Mech Cadets:

-nothing yet

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss:

-nothing yet

The crowded Room

-nothing yet

One Piece live Action

-nothing yet

Paradise City:

-nothing yet

MacGyver (2016):

-nothing yet

Hannibal (2013):

-nothing yet

Avatar:The last Airbender Live Action:

-nothing yet

#Sherlock #Dr Who #Broadchurch #Warehouse 13 #Supernatural #Criminal Minds #Good Omens #The Sandman #Takin over the asylum #Umbrella Academy #The Witcher #Young Royals #Cobra Kai #Heartstopper #The walking Dead #I am not okay with this #American Horror Story #Peaky Blinders #Fleabag #Stranger Things #The Boys #Gen V #Ragnarok #Vikings #Arcane #Mech Cadets #OPLA #Paradise City #MacGyver #Hannibal

[cosmos-coma]

I always have Eskel requests! And I love your writing, so I saw your message at the perfect time 💖 What about Eskel falling in love with a townswoman. (Maybe near Corvo Bianco?) He keeps the relationship secret, but the other wolves find out and set off to meet her. Eskel is worried they’ll scare her away, but walks in to find them all having a grand old time (probably telling embarrassing stories about him).

A Love Any Less Secret Would Still Taste as Sweet

A/N: AHHHHH! I loved this so so so much!! I got excited about what i could do with this so it's a little longer than my usual requests, but I so hope you like it!!

Pairing: Eskel x Reader

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: Angst, Language? I think that's it. its almost all fluff

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The sun swept through Corvo Bianco on pleasant wings, lighting and warming every grape leaf and hand in that vineyard, including the roughened hands of one mountainous, but kind-hearted Witcher. 

Eskel had traveled down to Toussaint to see Geralt's new house and vineyard he got from the Duchess. Lambert was supposed to arrive in the next few hours so Geralt thought he’d pass the time by showing his brother the busy marketplace.

Geralt and Eskel moved through the bustling town’s streets, chatter filling their ears as sweet and savory aromas from the various street vendors mixed around them in an alluring cloud. Artists propped their easels up near walls and painted the people that passed by, couples danced and twirled to the music of a small group of bards, and people laughed happily from the balconies as they played Gwent with their friends. It was a rare day where no monsters had yet to be seen and though no one dared to look at his face- lest they stare- no one had heckled him for being a witcher either.

Geralt smiled, slightly smug, as he watched his brother take in some of the many wonders of the southern region. “Not bad, huh?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

Eskel snorted a bit and intentionally bumped into him, “Yeah, it’s pretty nice. I can see why you’d take a house here, It’s a lot going on sound wise though…” he commented, ducking past a small group of men all chatting to each other as they passed by. 

Geralt shrugged, “You start to get a little more used to it, outside of the market stays pretty quiet though.” He led his brother around the vibrant city, showing him various places of interest he might find himself in during his stay. 

“Ah, Lambert will probably be arriving soon and I do not want to leave him alone with the wine cellar.” Geralt eventually grumbled out, “ just come back whenever you’re set.” He clapped his brother on the shoulder quickly before making his way off to the vineyard once more. 

 A quiet humming caught Eskel’s attention and pulled it to a small balcony across the marketplace. And there you were, skin alit in the afternoon sun and watering your plants without a care in the world. Your smile was soft and subtle and your eyes held peaceful thoughts of somewhere distant. Fat bumblebees buzzed around you lazily from flower to flower, though you didn’t seem at all disturbed. Occasionally one flew a little close, but you just paused your watering while it caught its breath on your sleeve before it buzzed away once more. 

Eskel hadn’t even realized he was staring as he stood still in the center of the market, people moving around him as they mumbled their grievances. That is until you turned and locked eyes with him, and his whole body instantly heated up as a faint blush spread across his features. His hand raised in an embarrassed wave and his lips pulled into an awkward smile, the scarred notch adding an odd bit of charm to him. 

You glanced around quickly to make sure he wasn’t really waving at anyone else and let out a quiet laugh, waving back when you realized you were indeed the object of his attention. His eyes were honey-gold like the afternoon light and his smile was unpracticed, but handsome just the same.

You motioned for him to give you just a minute as you disappeared back into your home momentarily before reappearing outside your front door. An unusual wave of confidence carried your steps closer toward him, your small smile still gracing your lips. “I’ve never seen you around the market before… I’m sure I’d remember such a handsome face” you commented as you came just steps away. 

“No, I’m just here visiting my brothers… It’s not often we all get to come together.” He nodded a bit, his own awkward smile taking up all of his features. 

“Ah, well I was going to ask you if you wanted to spend some time walking around with me, but you must be busy…” 

“No..!” He rushed out, quickly composing himself once again, “I mean- I don’t have to go so soon. I can walk…” He quietly assured, not wanting this opportunity to pass him by so quickly.

Your simple smile grew as you reached your hand out to take his arm, moving slowly so he doesn’t startle. “I’m glad… I’m Y/n. townswoman and baker in my spare time” you introduced yourself.

“Uh, Eskel. Witcher and… lover of goats..?”  He replied in turn, unsure about his answer until you chuckled softly beside him, filling him with a small surge of confidence. 

Eskel didn’t mind at all following you around the market, though he had been here just an hour or so before with his brother it all felt so different from your perspective. You had told him about yourself as you walked side by side through the town, around the fountains and the food stands you told him all about your loves and fears as if you had known him always. 

He loved how comfortable you were around him, talking to him as if his eyes weren’t catlike and yellow, as if his entire body wasn’t scared, and as if his job didn’t leave his hands bloodier than most. It made it all feel easier as he finally let you in a bit on his life as a Witcher, but also just himself as a whole. He loved your smile as he talked about the lovable menace that was Lil Bleater, your laugh as he talked bout the shenanigans of his childhood, and his heart positively swooned as your head bobbed along happily as he crudely sang his mother's chicken song. 

You had hardly realized what hour it was until you heard the bell towers chime, you had been walking with Eskel for almost four hours now. “Is that really the time? Your brothers must be wondering where you are. I should really let you go…” 

Eskel sighed and nodded as he looked up at the sun’s position near the horizon, “Yeah… I don’t want them getting curious, But maybe-” He started, only to be interrupted by you expressing his same thoughts. 

“Well, you know where to find me, right…? I don’t know how long you’re in town, but I’d be more than happy to see your face again…” you rocked on your heels as you put it out there, nervous about what he might say. “U-unless I read this wrong…?” you said as your nerves began creeping into your words.

His smile grew and was much easier now than it was before as he shook his head, “No. you… you read it right…I’ll visit the market and find you soon.” He promised as he pulled away from your touch, desperately wanting your fingers to linger as they slowly came away from him. 

You nodded and watched him slip off into the evening crowd, his red and black tunic letting you pick him out for quite some distance until you finally lost him. You walked back to your home with a hop in your step that evening as images of those golden eyes and that awkward smile plagued your thoughts. 

Your and Eskel’s relationship was easiest described as love at first sight, but you knew it was so much more than that. The attraction you felt for each other dwelled deep in your hearts at a level you hadn’t quite felt with anybody else, all of which only grew stronger the more time you spent together. 

As promised Eskel came and found you the next day, his own thoughts filled with the restless want to be near you agian. The weather had left you with an on-and-off drizzly day so you settled for more domestic activities. He never complained as he carried your groceries, rushing behind you into the house as the rain picked up again. 

You taught Eskel a few of your favorite recipes and got extremely messy in the process. Flour dusted his hair and smeared over his arms and you’re pretty sure that was berry juice staining his cheek. Living life these past two days beside your big-hearted witcher has never felt so delicate and romantic, even in the most mundane times.

“Eskel..” you said, getting his attention before pointing to your cheek. 

“Hm?” he furrowed his brow as you tapped your cheek again, not immediately understanding. With only a half second of hesitation and doubt passing over his mind, he leaned into you and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, right where you were pointing. 

Your whole body burned with a bright pink blush as his notched lips pressed tenderly against you. “Oh, that’s not-” You laughed as his expression turned even more confused by your laughter. Did he do something wrong? 

With gentle hands you grabbed his face and wiped the juice off with your finger, making sure to show him. Your chest bubbled with loving laughter again as a faint blush crossed his face and lit his ears, embarrassment now staining his face instead. You wiped the juice off on your apron and grinned as you leaned in to return his cheek kiss. 

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Eskel had been sneaking around to see you for about a week now. It’s not that he was ashamed of the relationship he’s made with you- anything but. However, he was afraid of the impression his brothers might give off. 

Geralt, while not nearly as chaotic as Lambert, had a resting scowl and a rather deadpan way about him (and his jokes) that usually made people uncomfortable. Lambert… well, Lambert was Lambert. Expressive, yes, but also extremely mischievous and the two of them put together would surely scare you off. 

The last thing Eskel wanted to do was lose you so quickly, so far from the prying eyes in Corvo Bianco he tucked the small portrait of you deep into his bag. You two had spent most of your time that morning talking about what happens when he leaves and quickly coming to an agreement that you’d be happy waiting for your beloved witcher’s visits. You understood how hard it would be, but you already felt like this brief week together would surely be worth the wait for another. 

Following your discussion, you immediately pulled him off to an artist that was set up on the edge of the market, selling paintings and doing portraits. You paid for the artist to do a portrait of each of you so you could always have a little photo of Eskel at home and he could still see your face while out on the path. 

His quiet steps approached and barely made a sound as he entered through the front door, wondering if his brothers would be asleep already. 

Not a chance.  

“You’re finally back…” Geralt said, sitting at the table with a drink in hand.

“You’ve been gone quite a while. Whatcha been up to?” Lambert asked, sitting beside his brother with his own drink. The whole thing looked like a staged intervention, the serious looks, the gentle but firm tone. 

“Uh… Yeah. I was out trying to get materials together for some new armor. Took up a lot more time than I expected it to. “ He lied, hoping his brothers wouldn’t see past it. 

Geralt and Lambert looked at each other in a tense silence that seemed to last for minutes on end before they finally nodded to each other. “Alright then… come in and grab a glass. We’re playing never have I ever.”

Eskel was beyond relieved that they didn’t ask any more questions for the rest of the night, he really didn’t need to be awkwardly explaining how he found love on a chance trip to his brother's new estate and that he didn’t want them meeting you yet. 

But they didn’t need to ask questions. They already knew. 

“So that whole armor thing was bullshit,” Lambert said quietly the next morning. He and Geralt spoke quietly in the kitchen while Eskel slept on in the guest room above. “His armor now doesn’t even have holes in it and he always wears his stuff down until he can't anymore.” 

“He was pretty protective of his bag last night… but he got too drunk to remember to bring it upstairs with him…” Geralt observed, giving Lambert a pointed look that said he already knew exactly what to do. 

Silent feet padded their way into the living room, and over to Eskels seat from last night. Geralt quickly ruffled through his brother's pack while Lambert nearly broke his neck from trying to peer inside. 

“Wait, what's this?’ Geralt commented as he pulled the little tan paper out of the bottom of his pack and unfolded it.

“An ink portrait of some woman..?” Lambert said flatly, he really thought it was going to be something a lot more exciting. 

“Hmm, not just some woman…. I think I recognize her from town.”

Lamberts grin took on a new brand of mischief, “You think Eskel’s gone soft for someone in town?” Lambert gasps, “Do you think he’s fallen in LOVE?” he whispered a bit too loudly, causing Eskel to stir. 

“Only one way to know for sure,” Geralt said with a grin, a rare sparkle in his eyes that reflected his younger brother's urge to stir up trouble. As quietly as they came they sprinted out the front door, leaving your portrait laying on the table on top of Eskel’s things. They think it was high time they met the object of Eskels affections. 

Eskel half-heartedly stirred when he heard noises from downstairs, not waking up immediately. What did wake him up though was how quiet it was after that…

“Geralt? Lambert?” He called.

 No response. 

Caution began to creep in as he padded down the stairs toward the living room. There he saw his bag, emptied of most of its contents, and on top of it all? Your portrait lay unfolded and open for all the world to see. 

“Oh, Fuck.” Eskel hissed as he immediately ran out the door. He was gonna kill his brothers If they scared you off, or at the very least he was gonna put rats in their bags and snakes in their beds all winter long. 

He must’ve looked like a crazed man as he rode Scorpion through the outskirts of town and sprinted through the city streets, accidentally knocking into a handful of people on the way. 

He was filled with a mix of dread and hope when he finally saw your door. Hope that maybe they hadn’t found you yet, and dread that maybe they had. His steps became more hesitant as he got closer and closer to your door. Would you close the door on him once you saw it was him? Would you even answer?

He knocked, heavy but tentative, and waited for your answer. “Come in..!” You still sounded happy, maybe they hadn’t gotten here yet? 

He pushed the door open and peeked inside, face falling flat immediately at what he sees. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” was all he could say.

Geralt and Lambert grinned at him from your kitchen, dicing away at ingredients and stealing bites of your baked goods in between jobs. Their faces were smug and knowing and each of them absolutely held shit-eating grins. 

“Eskel! Aren’t they so nice? Your brothers stopped by this morning and offered to help me out as I made breakfast. They were just telling me some stories about your childhood.” Your smile, unlike theirs, was warm, innocent, and unknowing. 

“Yeah, aren’t we just so nice?” Lambert repeated back to Eskel with a laugh. 

“We’re specifically telling her about how you used to steal food from the kitchen for the horses until Vesemir caught you red-handed.” Geralt specified. “Oh and the time you tried to prank Lambert, but he ended up getting you instead and you fell in the lake.” 

“Oh that was a good one!” you laughed as the boys went on and on and turned to hold your hand out for beloved Witcher. Your whole home was filled with the laughter of those most special to Eskel and he had to admit it was pretty nice. He still might leave snakes in their bed though…

“Ah, Eskel,” you said as you kissed his cheek, “don’t worry. Not even your brothers will scare me away from you.” 

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What I write and who I write for

Movies/shows

Gotham

Star wars

Spartacus

Boardwalk Empire

Marvel

DC

The Walking Dead

The Witcher

Salem

Star Trek

Harry Potter

Fantastic Beasts

IT

Barry

Stranger Things

The pirates of the Caribbean

Lotr

The Hobbit

NCIS

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Gotham characters I write for

Oswald Cobblepot

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Jim Gordon

Harvey Bullock

Ed Nygma

Alfred Pennyworth

Mr. Freeze

Victor Zsasz

Butch Gilzean

Star Wars characters I write for

Darth Maul

Kylo Ren

Darth Vader

Han Solo

Poe Dameron

Lando Calrissian

Finn

Boba Fett

Jango Fett

Din Djarin

Paz Vizsla

Spartacus characters I write for

Ashur

Gannicus

Crixus

Agron

Spartacus

Glaber

Caesar

Boardwalk Empire characters I write for

Al Capone

Richard Harrow

Eli Thompson

Frank Capone

Ralph Capone

Nelson Van Alden

Arnold Rothstein

Meyer

Lucky Luciano

Gyp Rosetti

Marvel characters I write for

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Scott Lang

Stephen Strange

Zemo

Loki

Thor

Clint Barton

Bruce Banner

Peter Parker

Bucky Barnes ❤️

Ultron

Pietro Maximoff

Peter Quill

Drax

Yondu Udonta

Ronan

Rocket (platonic! We ain't furries here!)

Groot (platonic)

DC characters I write for

Superman

Batman

Bane

Joker (Heath ledger or Jared Leto)

Captain Boomerang

Chato Santana

Rick Flag

Oliver Queen

Slade Wilson (Manu Bennett)

X-Men characters I write for

Victor Creed

Wolverine

Colossus

Deadpool

Cable

TWD characters I write for

Aaron

Father Gabriel

Rick Grimes

Negan Smith

Shane Walsh

Daryl Dixon

Merle Dixon

Eugene Porter

Abraham Ford

Paul "Jesus" Rovia

The Witcher characters I write for

Geralt

Jaskier

Filavandrel

Mousesack

Eskel

Salem characters I write for

John Alden

Cotton Mather

Beelzebub/ The Sentinel

Samael

Sebastian Marburg

Star trek characters I write for

Captain Kirk

Spock

Dr. McCoy

Quark

General Martok

Weyoun

Damar

Dukat

Garak

Julian Bashir

Shran

Captain Archer

Malcolm Reed

Trip Tucker

Phlox

Harry Potter characters I write for

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Lucius Malfoy

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Severus Snape

Fantastic Beasts characters I write for

Newt Scamander

Percival Graves

Albus Dumbledore

Gellert Grindelwald (Mikkelsen or Depp)

Jacob Kowalski

IT characters I write for

Richie Tosier

Ben Hanscom

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Henry Bowers

Pennywise/ Bob Gray

Barry characters I write for

Barry Berkman

Noho Hank

Monroe Fuches (As father figure)

Stranger Things characters I write for

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Dustin Henderson (platonic or as little brother)

Eddie Munson

Pirates Off The Caribbean characters I write for

Jack Sparrow....."Captain! Jack Sparrow!"

Captain Barbossa

William Turner

Bootstrap Bill

Davy Jones

James Norrington

Cutler Beckett

Salazar

Lotr characters I write for

Boromir

Faramir

Samwise Gamgee

Mary

Pippin

Aragorn

Haldir

Legolas

Elrond

Èomer

The Hobbit characters I write for

Bilbo

Thorin

Fili

Kili

Bard

Elrond

Thranduil

Legolas

Azog

NCIS characters I write for

Tony Dinozzo

Tim McGee

Joshany Gibbs

YouTubers I write for

Mully VR

Josh dub

Your favorite Narrator

Juicy

Eddie VR

Smashing

Jacksepticeye

Markiplier/Mark's egos

Angry Cops

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What I will write

Smut/NSFW

fluff

Male character x Fem reader

Traumatized reader dynamic

Mentions of abuse

Mentions of Death

Mentions of Blood

Slight torture

Knife play

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What I won't write

Male Character x Male reader (Unless platonic)

Fem Character x Fem reader (Unless platonic)

Incest

Rape (depends on Character and how graphic)

Pegging

Gore

#fyp #foryou #fanfic #foryoupage #x reader #smut #markiplier #markiplier x reader #markiplier x fem reader #barry berkman #barry berkman x reader #marvel #marvel x y/n #the walking dead x reader #mully x fem reader #joshdub x fem reader #eddie vr x reader #your narrator x fem reader #negan the walking dead #the pirates of the caribbean #jacksepticeye x reader smut #angry cops x reader #geralt of rivia x reader #jaskier x y/n #filavandrel x you #gotham x reader #harry potter #salem x reader #fantastic beasts x reader #star wars x reader

[first-edition]

A Flowers Petal

When being teased for still being a virgin at Kaer Morhen geralt comes in and “comforts you” when he sees you crying.

Geralt x fem!reader

Cw- sex, p in v, virgin reader, 18+,

“There I was the sword to my throat but allas I am a Witcher so I swung back and killed him right there! Then as such as a reward the missus not only gave me the gold, but two fur pelts and the time for me to take her world! When I tell you I’ll be back to use it again boys! I’ll be fucking her back!!” Eskel cheers along with the others except geralt who rests his arm around your shoulders.

You scoff “eskel don’t talk of that of a woman. You were lucky enough to get the gold.” You say everyone laughs, including geralt.“Oh yeah yeah y/n you’re one to talk, m’lady, Whalen the last time you had a good roughing, oh wait your flower is still intact! You a wolf travel lots I’m sure there’s a time you two have fucked in the woods to keep warm!” Eskel chuckles

“Eskel.” Geralt huffs “no no come on she must have her legs spreading for someone!? I hear her in the night. She helps me that’s for sure!!” He laugh everyone chuckles along with him.

You get up and begin to walk out of the room.

“Don’t worry darling I’ll check for blood on the sheets tonight!” He jokes you walk out of the room wipeing off your face.

“ESKEL!” Geralt growls “that’s enough.” Vesimer says walking into the room “there is nothing wrong with ANYONE still being a virgin! Especially a beautiful woman like y/n you all should praise the heavens above she hasn’t been violated! Now! Off to bed with you!” He yells

Eskel grumbles and walks off geralt walks after you.

You brush out your hair in your seat and sigh recalling what Eskel said. When a knock interrupts you you get up and walk to it opening it seeing geralt.

“Are you alright?” He asks “I’m alright.” You reply moving to the side so he can walk in.

“What Eskel said y/n-“ “no it’s fine! Don’t… geralt I’m scared of sex!. I’m scared of what happens before during and after, will it hurt will I not enjoy it, will I-….will I regret it.” You reply to him as you sit on the side of your bed.

“That’s okay.” He says kneeing infront of you.

“I feel so fucking stupid!” You cover your face in your hands. Geralt takes your wrists in his hands and looks at you.

“You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want too it’s your body your morals, you’re choice.” He says his golden eyes looking at you. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him he kisses you back hands resting on the side of you. He pulls away in a slight panic but keeps your foreheads together.

“Y/n..” “please…” “y/n you’re being pressured.” Geralt says “wolf.” You reply “if it’s with you I don’t have any pressure.”

He presses his lips against yours once again and pulls you up lifting you. Geralt places you on your back against the bed as he hovers over you still kissing. His hand roams you waist to your thigh pulling it up to his liking around his waist.

He pulls his lips away from you and kisses down your jaw and neck stopping at your chest. He looks up at you. You nod giving him permission.

He moves unties the front of your night gown exposing your breasts to him. You pull your arms up over to cover yourself.

“Y/n please don’t cover yourself. You’re beautiful.” He says leaning into you. “But…I-…I don’t have a big enough chest to your liking. All the girl who flirt with you in taverns are more than blessed.” You reply.

Geralt chuckles and kisses your forehead “annoying is what they are. I just want you and what you have to offer I don’t care about the shape of your breasts or body, no matter the scars or the bruises you are beautiful more than anything!” He says to you making you blush like crazy.

He pecks your lips and leans closer to your ear “now please love….let me show you” he sighs moving your hands the the side you oblidge exposing your self to him.

Finally to find can begin. His hand massages your breasts as he kisses your neck surely to leave marks. Pulling back he takes his shirt off revealing his amazing chest and mountain abs.

Forgetting sometimes how giant geralt is compared to you.

He runs his hands up your thighs gathering your gown as he goes and pulling it over your head throwing it off somewhere into the room. Now leaving you fully exposed to his pleasure.

His hand moves back to your inner thigh and he palms your clit against his rough fingers. You gasp at the sensation how different it feels from doing so yourself.

Geralt slowly pushes in one finger causing you back to arch as his finger bottoms out in you.

He begins to move it reading against the squishy bit inside you. Not knowing it could feel this good and it’s only hand.

“W-wolf.” You cry about already feeling the sensation of an orgasam he carfully puts in another finger and speeds up the pace. Feeling you stretch and fletch around his fingers makes his harder than he was before his pants becoming tighter by the second.

Your breathing becomeing ragged as you grab the sheets. Geralt pulls his fingers out before you can cum. You pant coming down from your almost climax. As geralt takes off his pants revealing his dick.

Out of reflex you cover your mouth and shit up slightly “sorry..” you say he chuckles “we don’t have to if you want I can keep fingering you.” He says placing his hand on your cheek. As amazing as he was you shake your head no wanting him even more now that he gives you options.

“Will-…will it hurt?” You ask he nods “only for a second. If at any point you want me to stop, or don’t like something, let me know and I’ll cease my actions immediately.” He says you kiss him smiling out of it. And nod.

You lay back down and open your legs for him. He rests in between taking in the wonderful sight of you. Rubbing his fingers up your slut feeling for you he spreads your lips and angles himself at you. He takes your arms and wraps them around his neck and shoulders.

“I’ll go slow. Tell me if you need anything.” He says looking into your eyes you nod a slight blush forming over you.

He begins to enter you.

“Ngh! Ah.” You cry out shutting your eyes as his tip enters your tight cunt. “F-fuck.” He curses softly.

He continues slowly and in increments to let you adjust over the time.

“No no ah wait.” You say he stops “ill pull out.” He says “no!” You exclaims he nods “I-I’m okay. Just…y-you’re r-really big.” You say embarrassed he chuckles and nods kissing your face.

“Okay go ahead.” You reply.

Continueing his actions until he’s enough in for you to adjust geralt waits for your commands only wanting to make sure you’re well taken care of.

After a few seconds you nod at him bracing your self against as he slowly begins to move his hips back and forth. Tears form at the corner of you eyes and fall geralt whips them away and kisses your lips making you smile at him.

The feeling of distant pain begins to fade as you adjust to geralt size.

“M-more please.” You moan out geralt kisses you deeply and pushes further into you thrusting faster. Causing you to gasp and arch making him groan in pleasure roughly thrusting into you causing your nails to dig into his back. Surely making marks.

The sounds of geralt grunts and moans in your ear caus you the clench around him.

“Geralt..ah please Ah” you moan out to him biting your lip.

He kisses your neck and nips at your sweet spot he found so easily before.

“ah w-wolf!” you gasp 

“let go y/n, cum for me.” he replies thrusting upwards hitting your perfect spot. Geralt presses his lips against yours muffling a moan from you as you let go. the large rush of pleaurse hitting you shaking.

Geralt ceases his actions on you watching your ragged pants and eye lids fluttering. He kisses your forehead and carfully pulls out of you, panting not worried about finishing himself as he only wants you to feel good tonight.

He gets up and walks over to the desk grabbing a rag submerging it in the bowl of water and then rings it out and walks back over to you.

Lifting your lower half and opening your leg “y-you dont have too-” “i want to.” he interupts as he cleansyou off. putting the rag back where he found he goes back to you laying down cover you both.

you watch him contently “what?’ he asks 

“im assuming this isnt your first expeirence with a virgin?” you say “N-no…but, I love you, so its different.” he says moving your hair out of your face. You practically jump on him kissing him he chuckles. 

“you mean that? your really do!?” you ask he nods “I do I love you” he responds again you smile “I love you too.” you reply.

#geralt of riva x reader smut #geralt x reader smut #geralt x reader #witcher smut

[pressedinthepages]

*New Series Alert* - Hollow Things

Series Masterlist

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Eskel x Reader

Rating: M

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24382063/chapters/58808479

Summary: Eskel x fem!reader AU. You are the only woman to have ever survived the Trials and live as a Witcher. You have been traveling alone for 30 years until you stumble across another Witcher, and he requests your help on a contract. The journey starts from there as they discover hidden pasts, dark secrets, long-repressed feelings, and just how human you both truly are.

Chapters posted on Sundays (I think)

a/n: Alright y'all, here we go! No one asked for this, but it's been stuck in my head for like a month and now it's finally out! The story doesn't really follow canon, but I tried to make scenes as in-character and realistic to canon as possible. 

CHAPTER 1 - The Trials (Prologue)

Word Count: 4177

Warnings: illness, fever dreams, blood, sensory overload. I wouldn’t call this a happy chapter

    The heat poured off your skin in waves, yet you felt frigid under your skin. You lay on the floor, soaked in your own sweat and shit and piss and vomit and any other various bodily fluids that you couldn’t be bothered with. During the few hours of consciousness you’ve been able to hold onto, you’ve seen glorious men dancing throughout a giant banquet hall, women with jewels for eyes and giant, feathered wings on their backs, carrying you through a field of flowers bigger than evergreens, and even dark, murky water surrounding you as you’re pulled under by something that looks like a human but with far too many scales and gills. Years ago, after the Choice, you realized that the Gods weren’t listening to you, or, if they were, they were some shitty gods to believe in. What sort of Godly being allows this torture of helpless children? 

   But in this moment, after countless days of unrelenting fever and sickness, you found yourself praying. Praying for anything, any sympathy or end to this madness surrounding you. Your sobs, your screams, your prayers echoed in the tiny room, reassuring you that, no, no one is listening. But finally, with one final puff of breath, your eyes fell closed and your body grew still.

…

    You wondered if you had finally died. You were standing on a mountain path, rocky and uneven under your feet. It was dusk, the reds and oranges on the sky signaling a storm in the night. The songs of the birds in the trees brought you comfort, their lilting chirps carried on the wind that flowed through your hair. You suddenly sensed a presence behind you, and as you turned, you flung yourself from the trail as a horse barrelled past you, its rider clutching something heavy with blankets to their chest. You felt pulled in their direction, and your feet began following them without thought. You ran for miles, days, weeks, you weren’t sure. But when the rider finally slowed the horse to stop, you found yourself on a familiar stretch of land. You could see the peaks of Kaer Morhen over the crest of mountain, and you heard another set of hoofbeats approach from that direction. The rider dismounts, drawing one of the two swords from his back. You recognize him as Sorel, the asswipe in charge of training new witchers. But you see that his manner is deadly threatening, so you quickly raise your hands in surrender and slowly walk towards him. He doesn’t seem to see you though, staring only at the mysterious rider and their package. 

    “Sorel, I swear, I have no idea who this is...” Your voice trails off as Sorel steps forward, golden eyes never leaving his target.

    “I take it you’ve decided to accept my offer,” Sorel states, arrogance dripping from his voice like venom. 

    The rider nods, pushing the hood of their cloak back from their face. It is a man, plain and unremarkable. You don’t recognize him, but Sorel does.

    “Give it here,” he commands, his hand gripping the swords at his hide tighter. 

    The man clutches the bundle against his chest, burying his nose into the blanket and letting out a small sob. Sorel grunts impatiently and begins stalking towards the man. You can only watch as he steps through you as if you were air, and you are now fully sure that you’ve died. Your feet feel like they’re nailed to the ground as the rider finally drops from his horse, shifting the blankets in his arms to cradle them. You then see a small arm drop from the side, limp. You gasp, rushing forward to save this child, to stop Sorel, to do something, but you only glide through the men, their words falling unheard to your ears. 

    Sorel looks into the bundle, wrinkling his nose. His bright eyes shoot back to the man, instantly threatening him without uttering a single word. The man withers under his gaze, stuttering and babbling nonsensical syllables. 

    “We discussed this. We do not take girls here.” Sorel’s voice turning cold as you see him start to raise his sword. 

    “But she is not just any girl, please, we fear that if she is not changed, she will be all of our downfall!” The man cried, placing the bundle on the ground. Like this, you could see a young girl, maybe four summers old, dressed in rags and filthy beyond belief. “She entered this world on the day of the Black Sun.”

    Sorel stilled, his catlike gaze scrutinizing the man before him. You’d not heard of this, but again, it seemed that Sorel knew exactly what the man was saying. He sheathed his sword in a well-practiced motion and knelt to the ground. You saw him press his fingers to the girl’s neck, and knew he was seeing if she was alive. You’d seen him and the other instructors do this numerous times to the different recruits, leaving them on the ground to gather a shovel more often than not. However, Sorel slipped his hands under the blankets, standing with the girl in his arms and leveling his eyes back to the man. 

    “I gave her poppy milk with her last meal, she should be asleep until morning,” the rider whispered, shame leaking almost visibly from his pores. His shoulders were slumped, and his hands fidgeted at his sides, not knowing what to do. 

    “You may go,” Sorel said, “and do not return. Once we take in a wolf, it does not leave the pack.”

    Sorel watched the man clamber back onto his horse and open his mouth as if to say something else. The Witcher lifted an eyebrow, annoyed, and the mysterious rider closed his mouth and turned his horse back down the path, not once looking back. Once he was out of sight, Sorel called his own horse over, settling himself and the young girl astride it. 

    “Sorry man didn’t even give me your name.” He shook his head. Your eyes widened and you took a sharp intake of breath as you heard him whisper a soft sound, pressing his hand to the girl’s forehead. Everything clicked in that moment, and you ran, ran down the path following the other rider, screaming and pleading for him to come back, don’t leave her here, bring her home! 

    You rounded a bend, seeing nothing but grey stone and even greyer clouds in the sky, the rider nowhere to be found. You collapsed on the trail, the little bits of gravel ripping through your trousers and digging into your shins, sobbing and crying and cursing, replaying what you just witnessed over and over in your head until your senses went black. Sorel, the bastard, had given you your name. 

…

    When you next opened your eyes, you found yourself inside the walls of Kaer Morhen. You were sitting along the small stone wall around the training area, and there were two children fighting each other with wooden swords. They looked to be around the age of ten, the girl just a little shorter than the boy. He had unruly brown hair that kept getting in his eyes, making him huff his breath to get it out of the way. His eyes were a dark green, it reminded you of the tops of the trees in the summer. The girl had longer hair, falling just past her shoulders. It was pulled off of her face, tied and braided at the back of her head. This time, you recognized them both. You were watching yourself spar with your best friend, almost five years ago. You felt yourself melt into her, seeing what she saw and thinking what she thought.

You were circling each other, watching, waiting, when suddenly the boy lunged forward, swinging his sword in a long arc towards you. You swiftly rolled to the right, finding your footing and blocking his next attack in front of your face. Your swords were locked, your face straining with the effort of pushing his weight back. Suddenly, the boy gave a strong push, knocking you off your feet and onto your bottom, your sword clambering far from your reach. 

“You’re getting better,” the boy smiled, holding out a hand to help you to your feet. You groaned as you stood, rubbing your bottom ruefully.

“Yeah, and so are you,” you complained, “it’ll never be an even fight.”

“Who cares? We’re just practicing.”

“I care! I’m outweighed by all of the boys here, and I don’t know how to win against you! All you do is beat me, throw me onto the ground and claim victory, and I’m not learning how to beat you!” You threw your hands in the air, turning to retrieve the fallen sword. 

When you turned back around, you saw the young boy watching you, his hands on his hips and a smirk pulling at his lips. He always seemed older than he actually was, his mannerisms and personality aging him ahead of his body. 

“What?” You snapped, stalking back towards him.

“You know what Vesemir always says…” he said, and you groaned, your eyes falling to your boots. 

“To reject practice is the path of fools,” you both say in unison. The young boy sighs, placing his hand on your shoulder. You bring your gaze back to him, and he offers a small smile. 

“I know you can do this, even if you’re a little smaller than everyone else,” he says quietly, but so confidently that you start to believe him. But he can sense this, and his smile turns mischievous. “And I’ll always help you practice, I’ll never turn down a chance to beat you!” He quips, and you give him a shove, forcing him backwards. 

“You’ll regret saying that, Eskel!” You shout, and he breaks into a run, shouting back over his shoulder “No way in hell!”

You give chase, whooping and hollering across the courtyard, running in so many circles back and forth that you’re not sure who’s chasing who anymore. The bell in one of the lower towers rings, calling everyone to dinner. You stop, Eskel just behind you. He brushes around you before turning and pulling you into a hug, and gods he gives the best hugs. 

“Thank you Eskel,” you whisper into his shoulder, pulling back and giving him a bright smile. He always knew just how to cheer you up, and you always tried your best to do that in return. But boys were difficult, and gross.

“Don’t mention it, I promise, you’ll get the hang of this,” he says, letting you go and turning back to the sprawling castle. “Now c’mon, we gotta get to the dining hall before Geralt takes all the bread!” and you feel the darkness spreading through you once more.

…

    When you next awake, you are in the common area of Kaer Morhen. The stone is cold under your feet, and you are standing against the wall at the back of the sprawling room. You recognize yourself in the room instantly, sitting silently, cross-legged on the floor in-between Eskel and Geralt. There are a couple of other young boys on the floor as well, and you are all looking up at the four adults in the room. It seemed that everyone had tried to look as tidy as possible, even Geralt having gone so far as to pull his long, dark hair off of his face and tying it behind his head, allowing his deep brown eyes to scan the candlelit room. The version of you on the floor chances a look around the room, finding the eyes of a red-haired boy. He gives you a wink, and you grimace, rolling your eyes and looking away. He huffs angrily, and you remember thinking that Clovis needed to learn to control his temper better. You remember this moment as if it were only yesterday, because it was.

    Sorel steps forward, his golden eyes flicking across the children. You bristle at the sight of him, the revelation of how you came to be at Kaer Morhen and the role he played in it still tender in your mind. He stands confidently, legs shoulder-width apart and hands clasped behind his back. He looks almost identical to the Sorel of twelve years ago, albeit with a new scar at his hairline and the lines forming his ever-present frown are a bit more pronounced. 

    “You have survived your training up until this point. However, tomorrow begins your next steps,” Sorel states, his voice settling condescendingly over the others in the room. “At first light, you will all be administered the Trial of the Grasses.”

    At this, all of the children blanch, shifting and glancing between themselves uncomfortably. 

“Settle, pups,” Sorel sighs, “our experiments this year focus only on a simple matter of quantity. As there are six of you, we will administer the usual dose to all of you, and half of you will receive an additional dose after the sun has set. Those three will be chosen randomly, so I suppose you could say that we are letting Destiny decide.” Sorel smirked at his final sentiment, and you clenched your fists at your sides, the short nails still digging into your palms. 

“Ah, well, maybe we should just start with the preparations and get this out of the way?” One of the other men steps forward, placing a hand gingerly on Sorel’s shoulder. His hair is long and graying, but his body still shows immense strength and grace. His face does not show any emotion, but you can sense great discomfort behind his eyes, the gold betraying his intent.

“Vesemir, always so impatient to begin the Trials!” Sorel jabs, essentially shutting out the other Witcher. Vesemir nods and resumes his place among the other instructors, one of whom has his arm tightly wrapped in bandages. It is rare to see bandages among the Wolves, but the wound is still fresh. You know this because you witnessed what had happened only a few days prior, but were too far away to do anything. 

The man, Osbert, was another instructor at Kaer Morhen and had been helping the students with their horseback sword work. Geralt sat astride the horse, Osbert seated behind him. You had been waiting your turn, pretending to read about the invention of runes and how they’ve revolutionized the silver swords and blah blah blah. Instead, you found yourself fiddling with the hem of your tunic, stealing glances at the boy; no, the young man beside you. Eskel was reclined, not even pretending to read that drivel. The wind danced through his hair, blowing the scent of hay to your nose. Ugh, he’s been back in the stables with the goats again you thought to yourself. You had been fond of him for years, but you knew that romance (or any feelings at all) for a Witcher was never a good idea. You were settling back to tug at the threads of the fraying shirt when a high whinny pierced the air. You and all of the other students sprang to your feet, but it was far too late to do anything. You watched the horse rear back wildly, throwing both Osbert and Geralt from its back before bolting in the opposite direction of the castle. Osbert had broken his right arm, and the only wound that Geralt had suffered was one to his pride.

Blinking back to the firelit room, you realize that everyone had left, save for you and Eskel. You were holding him tightly, your face buried into the crook of his neck, your shoulder shaking with silent sobs. Eskel was still taller than you, and he rested his chin atop your head, humming lightly. After what could be moments or hours, you pull back, still holding Eskel’s shoulders softly, your fingers pricking at a pulled thread in the red fabric. His hands stay at your hips, letting you compose your thoughts before speaking. 

“I’m so frightened,” you start, but Eskel cuts you off before you can continue. He’s developed this habit recently, finding himself sticking his foot in his mouth on more than one occasion. However, he clearly hasn’t learned better yet.

“You’ll be fine!” He exclaims, full of false optimism and hope that you don’t believe for a moment. You pass a withering glare, and he relents, his hands tightening ever so slightly on your waist. You really wish that you could enjoy the feeling of his hands right now, but you just can’t bring yourself to that mind-frame. 

“Eskel, it’s not me that I’m worried about. I don’t want to wake up in three days only to find out that this had killed you, and I never got to tell you that I…” your voice trails off, unspoken words and feelings hiding in the silence. 

Eskel blinks, looking down for a moment before you see a shy smile grace his features. He lifts his gaze back to you, bringing a hand to your cheek, and you lean into it with a sigh. He moves forward slowly, resting his forehead on yours. You look into his eyes, falling into the sea of trees and serenity before you both shift, pulled by an invisible force to draw ever closer. Your eyes flutter closed, and you just barely ghost your lips over his. You hear his breath hitch and feel him hesitate for a heartbeat before pulling you back, pressing his lips against yours and bringing his hand back down your hip, trailing along your side tantalizingly slowly. You both cling onto each other, desperately trying to pour everything into this moment, this potential goodbye.

You feel the darkness closing in once more, and you breathe deeply, smelling smoke and old books and something sharp and unwelcome, hoping that this moment will be the last thing you will see before finally meeting Death.

…

    The first thing you notice is noise. You can hear voices, some close, some very very far. You can’t understand a single word, but they all sound as though they are screaming in your tight little room. You curl into a ball, pressing your hands to your ears and grimacing, trying and failing to shut out the relentless noise. You can hear the pounding of feet along floors, the rhythmic strikes of wooden swords from the practice yard, even your own heartbeat is echoing in your ears, but it feels far too slow. 

    You feel cold stone beneath you, and it shakes with every movement of something across it. Your loose shirt and light trousers are far too tight, suffocating you with any breath you try to take. You feel every thread, every stitch in the offending articles, every gather and bunch and fold starched into the clothes. Your nails desperately search for a respite from the torture, scratching at the fabric, tearing your skin, and almost effortlessly ripping the clothes from your body, rendering them useless. You almost cry with relief, and you feel the wind through your hair from the tiny window in the corner of the room and the dripping of blood from the wounds on your skin. You can feel the root of every hair on your head, the pressure of your own teeth and tongue against your cheeks, and you open your mouth to take a deep breath.

    Instead, you only choke on the persistent taste invading your mouth. It is something bitter and stale, reminiscent of when you wake after a deep slumber, but infinitely stronger. You quickly close your lips, your tongue unconsciously darting out to lick them. You taste salt from sweat and tears, and you can somehow distinguish the two from their tastes. Copper comes next, the sour taste of blood filling your senses. There’s not any in your mouth, but you realize that you’re tasting the blood on the air. You run your tongue along the inside of your mouth, able to feel every notch and ridge along your teeth. You try to focus, grounding yourself with a deep breath in through your nose, since there was no fucking way you were ever opening your mouth again if that’s what you’d taste.

    However, you were bombarded by the smells of everyone and everything. The first thing you noticed was something sharp and acrid, the same thing that pulled you from your last dream. It was you, you figured, since it smelled of someone in desperate need of a bath. But, as you focus a bit harder, you notice that it is accompanied by several others that are similar, but different at the same time. You try to close in on each one individually, and they comfort you by themselves. One is accompanied by grass and cinnamon, stinging the sensitive nerves of your nose. Another smells of smoke, no, fire, for now, you can tell the difference, and buttercups, and...is that onion? Yet another smells of orange and chamomile and hay, and you almost sob with the newfound knowledge. You’d know that smell anywhere, Eskel has always been weak for orange soaps, and he’s actually alive. But he’s in pain, you all are. You linger on his scent a bit longer, allowing yourself the small comfort of his far-away embrace. You come back to yourself, smelling bread baking and sword oil and goats on the air…and underneath it all, the rancid stench of death and decay. You gag, the scent now permeating your skin, every pore seemingly screaming with disgust and nausea. Your stomach heaves, but nothing comes of it, having emptied itself days ago.

    You roll onto your front, pulling your arms under you to push yourself to a stand. You want to run, fight, scream at all of the invading sensations. But gods, you’re terrified to open your eyes. You try to move forward, but you stumble on the little grooves in the stone that you hadn’t noticed before. You fumble to try to find something to lean on, encountering the rough wood of your small dresser under your fingers. You run your fingertips along the surface, feeling the grain of the wood and noticing the oddly sweet scent that it gives off. You hadn’t thought that wood would smell sweet, but at this point, you’re not sure what else could possibly surprise you. You steady yourself against the dresser, head reeling with the emotional turmoil of your dreams and the sensory overload of your consciousness. You clench your jaw, bracing yourself for the inevitable. You reach up, finding the edge of the little mirror secured to the wall. You take a deep breath, and blink open your eyes. 

    You instantly close them again, finching against the blinding whiteness that you saw. You force yourself to take a breath, for the moment ignoring the horrid taste in your mouth. You open your eyes again, slower this time. You keep them pointed down, and soon enough, the light fades and your eyes adjust to look at the top of the dresser in front of you. You can see all of the individual grains of wood and the tiny specks of dust spattered across the top even though you remember cleaning the morning of the Trial. You look at your hands, back to resting atop the dresser. They are eerily still, covered in days of grime and there’s blood under your fingernails. You slowly bring your gaze down to the rest of your body. You still look pretty much the same, but you can see the frantic scratches on your skin from tearing off your clothes. You remember them bleeding, but they’ve already almost completely healed over. You run a finger over a particularly deep one on your hip, awed when you feel no pain from the pressure. Your hair is hanging in your eyes, and you impatiently push it back, lifting your head and closing your eyes, hesitating before looking at the mirror. 

    You meet the eyes of the person there. Her hair is wild, matted in spots from days of neglect. She is flushed and sweating, tracks through the grime on her cheeks marking the paths of shed tears. Her chest is heaving, and you can hear her heart speed up, but it’s still too slow. But none of that is what really catches your attention.

    Her eyes...they are a bright, shining gold. You lean closer to the mirror, intent on seeing every detail. Her pupils are tiny, little slits, letting in as little light as possible. From further away, they look as though you melted a golden ring and poured it into her irises. But up close, you can see the little nerves and veins, painting the gold with strokes of something darker and warmer, making it look as though her eyes are made of fire. They burn with their intensity and you stumble back, terrified of the girl in the mirror. Now, you are certain that the Gods, if they even exist, could not care less to listen to you.

    You scream.

#hollow things #eskel x reader #fem!reader #female witcher #series

[kaermorhenatnight]

Eskel - Praise Kink

18+ MDI!! NSFW

eskel x fem!reader

word count | 0.5k

warnings | unprotected p in v, female on top, praise kink i guess? i don’t know, i’m bad at this

A/N | it’s just porn, i stared at gifs with netflix eskel for too long and wrote this, sorry for any errors xx

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‘Gorgeous’ Eskel whispers against your skin, leaving hot languish kisses on your neck. You push him off you gently and guide him to lay on his back. He does it quickly, excited for what's coming. You sit on him, your knees on either side of him, and rub your core against his cock. His mouth is slightly open, his eyes pierce you, and not a sound leaves his lips but you know how to help it.

‘You're so handsome.’ You stroke his chest with your hand. ‘Such a good boy,’ you coo, raising to hover over him and position his cock at your entrance. Eskel whimpers softly, closing his eyes. Good. You lower yourself, taking his full length inside you. You start moving slowly. ‘You're so good to me, Eskel’ you moan, as his shapely cock presses against your walls. ‘So good. I'm very lucky.’ 

You lean down to kiss him, he cups your face and pulls you closer. His lips are dry and greedy. You lick into his mouth, your tongues twirl around each other. You sit back up, pushing his face away so he stays down. You stop rocking your pelvis and rise up. Eskel’s cock slips out of your pussy and you look at a begging expression on his face.

‘What's wrong?’ he asks, breathing heavily.

‘Do you want me to continue?’ you tease.

‘Oh fuck yes, please.’

‘Will you be a good boy?’

‘I promise,’ he whimpers digging his fingers into your thighs. You know he could effortlessly move you up and down on his cock, you know he can barely contain himself, but he doesn’t force any movement, he gives you full control. ‘I will be good... Please…’

‘Please, what?’ you try to keep composure but the view in front of you, his muscular chest and arms shining with drops of sweat, his lips, dry, moving slightly like he was trying to say something but his vocal cords refused to let out any sound, just overwhelm you. You want him so badly. You readjust his cock with one hand, preparing yourself, but wait for Eskel’s answer first.

‘Please, ride me,’ he begs, reaching to your chest and kneading your breast. He’s gentle but you can see all his muscles tensing up. 

You fulfill his request. A loud groan escapes his lips, he holds your thighs, helping you with movement, but letting you set the pace. Muscles in your legs start burning but you don’t care. You are not gonna let that stop you. Eskel’s hand travels to your cunt, rubbing your clit, synchronizing with your movement,

‘You’re so pretty,’ you murmur, cupping his face, trying to hold back to enjoy this longer, but orgasm is getting closer. ‘My lovely witcher… Fuck, Eskel, I’m gonna-’ before you get to finish your sentence, you get pulled into a feeling of pure ecstasy, and Eskel goes right with you. Your movement gets erratic but he keeps stroking you steadily. You continue to ride him until you’re both drained, breathing heavily, you lying on his chest, him stroking your back.

‘You’re amazing,’ Eskel whispers, his ragged breath tingling your ear. He helps you get up and finally retreats from you.  

‘And you’re a very good boy,’ you say teasingly, leaving a trace of kisses on his chest, sure that his mutations are the only reason he didn’t just blush like a young maiden.

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