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thesleepy1 · 9 months

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Bun(s) In The Oven

A/N: What am I doing instead of sleeping? A) Working, B) Writing. or C) Waking Lord Cthulhu from his slumber so that he may reclaim the throne. If you guessed B, then you’d be correct! Hahaha, I really do need sleep. And they call me the Sleepy One! Anon Requested. (Also, I haven’t had the time to sit down and watch season three yet, so please no spoilers.)

Pairings: Eskel x Reader

Summary: You were supposed to have nine months to prepare. You were counting on those nine months. You were not a procrastinator by any means, but with something as important as having a baby you were going to make good use of all the available time to prepare for the arrival of your new baby. Nine months. Not six.

Or, “Could you write something for eskel when his significant other is in labour. I don’t know if he’d be chill and prepared or in total panic mode. Either wait I’d like to read it 😂

Word count: 930

Warnings: birth?

At six months pregnant you were past the point of still coming up with names for your little one and were well into the process of setting up the nursery. In the beginning, there was fear that the baby would not survive. Miscarriages were common in the village you grew up in and a human pregnant with a witcher baby was unprecedented. Anyone pregnant with a witcher baby was unheard of. There was no way of knowing what to expect.

When you and Eskel had first learned of the little seed that was sprouting in you, you both laughed it off as some practical joke. It wasn’t until months later that you realized there was something going on. The bump proved that there wasn’t some prank being played on you. You were well and truly pregnant.

First there was denial. That was to be expected.

Then came the acceptance.

After that it was just full blown panic.

You were a bard for heaven’s sake. A baby was not on your bucket list. When you had first met Eskel and decided to tag along on his adventures, you did not realize that having a baby along the way was a part of it.

But after that…?

It was quite nice.

Sure it was unexpected and neither you nor Eskel had planned for it, but it really wasn’t a bad thing. The pregnancy didn’t stop you from doing what you loved. You still performed and sang to your heart's content. In some taverns you even made more coin. Some were from concerned onlookers and some were from others who got off at the sight of you. Either way, money was money.

And Eskel. Dear sweet Eskel. He grew to love you even more than before if that was possible. It was no worry of yours that Eskel didn’t truly love you. He showed it to you each and every day. But after the two of you had gotten over your panic, he became the most doting and kind and loving witcher possible. It could have been sickening if you didn’t enjoy every last moment of it.

So yes. You were past the point of panic and name searching. With something around thirteen more weeks to go, you were still working on adding things to the nursery. Most of the essentials were there already. Now was just time to decorate and fill the room with as many toys as you possibly can. No one was going to stop you, least of all Eskel.

If anyone were looking for the two of you, then they could find you in the nursery happily sewing up another stuffed animal or embroidering yet another piece of clothing. Eskel could be found doing the same. Despite his large frame, he had such a talent for needle work.

You were working on turning shorn wool into wool when you suddenly felt a wetness burst from you followed by intense pain. Before you realized what was going on with your body Eskel leapt up from his seat.

“I need to get a healer,” Eskel announced, his breaths coming in unevenly. “I can’t leave you here alone—someone needs to get the healer. Lambert! Geralt!”

That was another thing. Eskel’s brothers were there every step of the way. And they were going to be there for this step too, despite its premature timing.

“Are you sure? I—we still have weeks, don’t we?” you asked him, face grimacing in pain despite your disbelief. “We-we haven’t finished processing the food for stores or-or finished all the clothes—” You were cut off by an unbearable pain flaring from within. “Dear gods, heavens above. The little one is coming. The little one is coming!”

“Geralt! Lambert! Vesemir!” Eskel called out to his brothers. His voice boomed in the hallways, sounds bouncing off the stone hallways and carrying towards the other witchers in the keep. Before long, they came running to your aide.

“Healers. We need to go find a healer.” Eskel was firm. He left no room for argument. Lambert rushed out back the way he came. He was the smallest and fastest of the witchers. He would reach the town at the bottom of the mountain first and hurry back with a healer or two. Eskel had to believe that his brother would.

“Geralt,” Eskel began.

“Anything you need,” Geralt replied.

What happened next was beyond you. The pain was indescribable. You knew that you would not remember much of the process. At least, that was what the other mothers had told you. They said that the mind would forget so the body continued.

However, right there and then you were unbearably hurt. And you were vocal about it.

“Great saints above! Get—” you were screaming. It stung the witcher’s ears but you didn’t have a spare thought to care. “Get them out of me!”

“T-them?”

It was Geralt who faltered at that.

Years later you would all sit around a table topped with a hearty meal. Roasted elk, mashed sweet potatoes, and mead would be overflowing. Altina and Anna would be given cider that had not ripen into the sort that would make them dizzy and drunk. Everyone would laugh at the way that Geralt had stuttered at the prospect of two.

Eskel would laugh the loudest. For he was the proudest of the fact. He was a father of two beautiful, healthy girls and he couldn’t be happier.

No one will bring up the fact that Eskel had almost fainted when Anna's head was crowning and the healer was still twenty minutes away.

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apurekindness · 4 months

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@eskelwolf gets a Soulmate AU starter from Kiara

Kiara had always been a hopeless romantic, fully assuming that as soon as she met her soulmate, they would be blissfully, effortlessly happy together. Yet, when they finally laid eyes on each other, Eskel's horrified face had seemed to silently scream 'not her, not her, not her'. Not exactly the reaction she had been hoping for; her childhood dreams had been dashed.

He'd been gone for a few days, to 'sort things out' - probably to see the person he'd hoped Kiara would be - but he'd promised he'd return. She wasn't so sure he would.

Rejection from a soulmate was a new kind of pain, and Kiara threw herself into her spell books. She might as well see if she could find a spell to fix a broken heart, or at least numb the pain for a while. Regardless, curling up alone on a blanket in front of the lake with a book in her lap brought her some semblance of peace. At least, until footsteps approached.

#eskelwolf #v: the druid sorceress

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slvttybvys · 4 months

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@eskelwolf continued from here

Reese couldn't help but smile as the other babbled, he really was cute. His shyness was endearing more than anything else. Adorable even. "If you're sure," he said stepping a bit closer. "My names Reese by the way," he introduced hoping the other would be a little more comfortable if the other at least knew his name.

He leaned in then to give the other a soft gentle kiss, not quite a peck but nothing too extreme. It was... honestly a rather nice kiss. He broke the kiss a bit soon for his liking but smiled softly "See? Not so bad yeah? Best kiss I've had in awhile actually," he informed with a playful wink.

#eskelwolf #m: reese #reese x eskel

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tessastormrp · 3 months

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[Closed] Worship [Lugh]

@eskelwolf

"You do more than dance in fairy circles and leave out cream for my folk, don't you boy?" The Shining One growled hotly.

#eskelwolf

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strangerrebelled · 4 months

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😶 - Quietly lean against my muse

Touch Starved Meme

My muse is touch starved, send one for your muse to...

@eskelwolf

Jack's inhale snagged in his throat, and he couldn't quite tell whether his heart was beating louder or if he was just more aware of it. The gentle yet firm pressure of that lean against his back, unimpeded by any shield, lit up every nerve from spine to fingertips with a tingling warmth. With that sensation concentrated strongest at their point of contact, Jack tried to keep his next breaths calm and steady. A man his age shouldn't be so affected by something this simple... should he? Still, age was one thing; experience was another.

Regardless, he also felt compelled to break the silence, just to make sure Eskel was aware of the contact and at least didn't mind it. He glanced sidelong at the Witcher over one shoulder. "...W-What?" Fuck, why did he have to stumble over a single word?

#ic #rp #a soul bursting with rebellion [witcherverse au]#eskelwolf

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mangaka-devotee · 10 months

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Fathers day Doddles!!

Eskel

Lambert

Geralt

(Jaskier)

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maritimeaspirations · 3 months

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❛ either you cuddle me, or stop hogging all the blankets. ❜

winter-themed sentence starters

@eskelwolf

Shoulders tensing a little, Valandil spluttered a scoff, lest his blush grow visible enough to be seen. He turned his head away, but his shoulders relaxed enough to shed one of the blankets by feel. He hadn't expected to be sharing a broad bed with the Witcher, but it was the only space that could really be spared at present, and there was at least enough familiarity for trust. Though Eskel didn't seem the type to attempt anything crass, Valandil didn't want to place any more pressure or discomfort on anyone else's shoulders. He'd been a sailor all his life, with two best friends to boot; he was well accustomed to this kind of close quarters.

Offering the shed blanket with one hand and glancing over his shoulder, he muttered, "You could've just asked for one. Surprised a human bonfire like you needs it, anyway."

#rp #eskelwolf #v: and back again

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hearkenedsouls · 4 months

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@eskelwolf gets a soulmate AU <3

There's a deep pull urging him into the clearing; he doesn't understand it, but he knows he must follow. Dismounting from his horse, he told his men to wait where they were as he followed the call. Closer. Closer.

Pushing branches away from his face, he stepped into the small circle, free of trees. Caspian didn't know what he was expecting, but a seemingly normal human man was not it. Head tilting to one side with curiosity, he was about to speak when their eyes met and the words died on his lips. A deep sense of calm waved through him, filling him with a beautiful warmth. At long last, the dark pit of loneliness that Caspian could never quite shake was gone - leaving a sense of lightness and hope that felt entirely foreign to him. The emotions stirred within the King in a matter of seconds, and it took his breath away. What was happening to him?

This man...he seemed so familiar - as though Caspian had always known him. And yet, at the same time, it was not a face he had seen before.

"Hello," he spoke at last, swallowing back the strange barrage of emotions that had suddenly been evoked within him, and hesitantly stepped further into the clearing. "Have we met before?"

#eskelwolf #;the seafaring king #caspian all like 'this is perfectly normal just two guys hanging out' XD

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daeidre · 1 year

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❝ 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔. ❞

✍ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴅɪᴠᴇʀɢᴇɴᴛ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ:

𝓓𝓮𝓲𝓭𝓻𝓮 𝓐𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓮𝔂𝓷.

from The Witcher.

fluctuating activity, strictly 18+, one to multi paragraph literate RP. NSFW and dark themes present. AU and OC friendly.

headcanon based & acknowledges game canon.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐉𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥 (30+, 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲).

this is a sideblog. I'll follow back from @eskelwolf.

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incissam · 18 days

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@eskelwolf continued from here.

Daenerys was too focused on her own discomfort to even notice how she made him anxious. He was cute though wasn't he? She always did like it when men blushed because so few actually did. There was something about him though that drew her in a step closer even if it might make him more embarrassed by her presence.

That was the book she never was able to get her hands on because he always had it checked out. She smiled softly nodding her head at the book of his choice. "That explains why I can't ever find it." It was a very light tease just to try and ease some of the tension from him that he might be experiencing. She moved closer to the books and pulled out her favorite from the stacks holding it out to him.

"Meet Me in Another Life. I'm a sucker for two people finding one another over and over across multiple life times. Perhaps we could trade since I've never got to read your favorite?" It was a way to try and ease out the awkwardness and maybe even see if he was the reason her mark was so uncomfortable. Surely there would be something other than that to indicate if he was.

"My name's Daenerys by the way, Daenerys Targaryen." She held out her hand to him to shake.

#eskelwolf #v;modern dragon #ch; daenerys #;the queue must have three heads

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thesleepy1 · 3 months

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

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hellfireconcert · 2 years

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@eskelwolf asked; ❝ it’s chilly out here, you need a coat. take mine. ❞ from modern Eskel ❤️

“Oh come on it’s not that cold.”

#eskelwolf #ask

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danceinshadowundermoonlight · 2 years

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Stinky adorable man.

#witcher fanart #witcher eskel #eskelwolf #game eskel #eskel imagine #witcher tag #witcher 2 #the witcher #school of the wolf #more eskel #please #eskel x y/n #eskel x you #witcher geralt #lambert #witcher

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tessastormrp · 3 months

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[Closed] Pretty Puppy [Brahn]

"Oh, you are wearing the forest green set I bought you, very nice." Brahn rounded on his boyfriend, the peek of a brastrap under Eskel's shirt setting his blood aboil and making his cock hard as stone.

@eskelwolf

#eskelwolf

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ladydeadrabbit · 26 days

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Bitter, Evil Hearts [Eskel]- Chapter 5: His Favorite Part

“I have nothing against witchers. Let them hunt vampires. As long as they pay taxes.”

—Radovid lll the bold, King of Redania

The sky grew dark rather quick after Esmeray and Eskel had returned to their privately rented room within the tavern. Esmeray stood clothed in nothing but a see-through black robe overlooking the large windows. From where she currently stood, she could see the Tower of Aretuza set in the ocean miles away.

It looks awfully menacing with the black clouds and dark angry wasters around it.

They had about 3 hours to waste before they needed to attend the banquet.

Esmeray turned to the face of the snoring witcher and chuckled softly at the sight of him all curled up and tuckered out after the festivities together. Eskel was always a bit of a cuddler, this fact was doubled after sex- it was a miracle Esmeray even managed to crawl out of the bed without him locking her in an iron grip.

A small shiver of excitement ran along the sorceress's spine as she recounted him just an hour before; gripping and squeezing her ass as he drove himself into her- and oh gods how he felt inside of her! The witcher could make her cum for hours on end, the mere memory just makes her wanna bind his wrists to the bedframe and ride him all night.

Before meeting Eskel, sex had mattered very little to the sorceress. She had had her fun and even been involved in a couple of scandalous relationships- mainly one being the one she had with Philippa Eilheart- but sex was never a priority for the woman. It still wasn’t, but Eskel always managed to ignite a primal flare within her that she just couldn’t help but dance to.

Eskel wasn’t a particularly kinky person, per se, he mostly enjoyed positions in which he could see her face. But it was the endurance of the act of sex that Esmeray most enjoyed when doing it with Eskel.

From the moment the two began fucking, he never once treated her as something replaceable.

Esmeray was startled when one of the witcher’s yellow cat-like eye’s popped open to stare at her. She jumped at the sight of- just how long had she been staring at him?

Eskel’s scared lips curved up into a smile as he let out a breathy laugh- half-muffled by the pillow his face was buried into.

‘Are you just going to keep watching me or are you going to come over here and join me?’

Esmeray shot her lover a cheeky look before silently making her way towards the bed all the while allowing her thin robe to slide off of her slender body. Eskel let out a sigh at the sight of her pale freckled chest and rolled over so that he was watching her on his back. In doing so the blanket slipped down to just above his groin.

‘Do you witchers ever truly tire from sex?’ Esmeray said as she eyed the growing tent Eskel’s cock was creating with the sheets.

‘With you, darling, never.’ Eskel shot her a wink as his smile widened.

‘We’ll see about that,’ Esmeray muttered before laying her naked body halfway across his own- positioning her upper body to meet with his middle before pulling down the blanket and giving his cock access to spring fully to life.

Esmeray’s delicate lips made contact with Eskel’s ball’s in a nipping kiss, causing the Witcher’s hips to twitch up, but once the woman rapped her fingers around his length- Eskel couldn’t help but throw his head back onto the pillows.

Typically, Eskel much preferred being on the giving end rather than the receiving one- but over the years of being with Esmeray, despite their long break-up, he had learned very quickly that it was better to let her have her way with him first before she allowed him to have his.

So, confined to the fate he had agreed upon, the witcher allowed himself to lean back and watch his partner do some dirty work- only taking control of the situation once he got fed up with her constant teasing… Which wasn’t long after.

Not in any sort of forceful way, Eskel gripped the back of Esmeray’s head by wrapping his fist up with the tail of her long braid and guiding her movement down on his perked cock. Esmeray didn’t fight the change in power and allowed the witcher to sheath himself in her mouth before pulling her back up slightly by her hair before the process recycled once more.

Oral wasn’t Esmeray’s strong suit, she was willing to admit- her gag reflex was all too sensitive, but she managed to cope by gripping Eskel’s slightly hairy thighs as he stretched her throat- and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little aroused by the pull of her hair.

The moment only lasted for so long, however, as Eskel pulled her up and completely off his cock and pushed her down onto the bed before guiding his length to her awaiting core. Now, this was his favorite part.

#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3fic #ao3 #the witcher 3 #the wither #the witcher #witcher eskel #eskel my beloved #tw3 eskel #eskelwolf #eskel #soft eskel

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mangaka-devotee · 5 months

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Hi everyone hope you having or had a great Thanksgiving celebration this year!!

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