#geralt x female reader

[ro-is-struggling]

The Princess and The Wolf || PART 1 || Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Summary: A look inside the complicated love story between the runaway princess and the lone wolf that saved her.

Warnings: fluff, angst, mutual pining, really bittersweet, heavy narration and not much dialogue, female reader (use of she/her pronouns//reader is a princess), mentions of blood and injuries (reader heals Geralt’s wounds), my shitty titles (I’m so bad at it, I’m so sorry)

English is not my first language

Word count: 5000

Notes: Look,  I was in the mood for writing something cute and fluffy and magical (but also it's Geralt so it as to be angsty). I know those are probably not the words that come to your mind when you think of Geralt, but let me change your mind! Also I love writing healers/nature witches. Can you tell my fav character as a kid was Flora from Winx Club? 

This is my first time writing something like this (as in this style of narrative and for this character in particular) so be gentle!

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Geralt was not used to feeling that way. In his many years of living on this earth, he had never missed anyone the way he missed her. He was a lone wolf who, despite having his pack, enjoyed traveling from town to town with his horse as his only companion. He enjoyed the silence and tranquility, and did not tend to miss home too much —finding that his annual visits in the winter were more than enough to catch up with his brothers while healing his wounds. 

However, he did miss her when he was traveling. He missed feeling the warm touch of her skilled hands on his wounds as she healed him. He missed waking up to the sound of her laughter, talking to her cat as she prepared breakfast. He even missed her scolding and the look of concern she gave him every time he arrived at the door of her cabin hidden in the forest, injured. She made him feel special, often occupying his thoughts and dreams. He knew what it was, but refused to call it by name —if he did, it became real and he didn't know if he was ready for that.

Such was his longing to see her that he was almost happy to be wounded in battle, finding the perfect excuse to show up at her door once again. His wounds were deep, the beast's venom slowly spreading through his system. Were it not for the fact that he was close to her home, Geralt was fairly certain he would not have reached her in time. His healing skills were limited and only served to make his journey to the hut more bearable. Yet, the closer he got to her, the less his body ached. The promise of her company alone was enough to cure his afflictions.

Geralt was weak when he arrived at her door. From the way her natural cheerful expression turned into a worried grimace when she saw him on the other side of the wood, it was safe to assume he was not looking good. She rushed him to bed, asking him a thousand questions as she paced back and forth, gathering the necessary herbs and potions to treat his wounds. He answered no more than necessary, giving her just enough information to treat him and sparing her the details of his journey. 

He was distracted, his mind clouded by the lack of blood and the poison spreading through his body, but also by the sweet floral scent that surrounded him. It was a perfume he could only describe as the very essence of her, a mixture of jasmine, roses and a hint of vanilla that followed her everywhere, leaving a special scent in the air that assaulted the witcher's nostrils, rendering him powerless. 

"Drink this," she told him as she offered him a vial of a pale green liquid. It was a potion that would help with the poison, she explained, though he needed no reason to obey her. Geralt trusted her completely and would have drank anything she offered without question. 

"Try to hold still, this might sting a little." She warned him, pushing his clothes aside so she could treat the deep gash in his chest. She smeared her fingers with a paste that had a peculiar odor, rubbing it over her hands to warm it before directing them to the wound. Geralt was met with a burning sensation that spread from his wound to the rest of his chest as soon as her fingers made contact with his skin. He let out a grunt, fighting the spasms of his muscles to allow her to work comfortably. However, the burning was soon replaced by a sensation of pleasant warmth as she uttered an incantation in the ancient tongue. 

He concentrated on the harmonious sound of her voice, letting the words transport him back to that first time they had found themselves in a similar situation. He had been hired by the king to assassinate the beast that had killed the princess. It was said that it prowled the forest after sunset, it was there that the young girl had met her fatal fate. Her love for nature and the long walks under the moonlight was what had ultimately made her an easy prey for that monster. Geralt did not retain the specific details of that story, only what was useful to analyze his enemy. Had he done so, he might have realized that there were strange things in the story that would make any Witcher suspicious. And perhaps then he would not have been so surprised when he found the princess very much alive and well, wandering through the forest alone.

"Please, don't make me go back there." She had begged him after explaining that she had taken advantage of the beast's convenient appearance to escape from her home. "There's nothing waiting for me back there, only a future of unhappiness and subjugation to a man that doesn't respect me."

"I was hired to kill a beast and that's all I intend to do." Was his reply. He was more than ready to continue on his way, to leave her behind to sort out her fate while he dealt with what he had been hired to do, but the princess did not give him the opportunity. She begged for his help to escape from there, she didn't care where he took her as long as he got her as far away from her kingdom as possible. Her escape had not been planned, but a last minute decision that had not allowed her to pack supplies or even steal a horse from the stable. Still, she had been able to travel a fairly long way on foot, but it was evident that she could not continue like this much longer.

"I can't pay you in coin," she told him. "But I can make sure you survive your battle."

Geralt felt sorry for the young woman and was going to help her without asking for anything in return. He really doubted that she had anything valuable to offer him. He was a Witcher, an assassin highly trained in both combat and the arts of magic, tools he used to keep himself alive in the high-risk situations he lived in on a regular basis. However, his mercy proved useful after the battle, when the young princess demonstrated her healing abilities.

His wounds were deep, he was tired and his skin was painted with the reddish sticky liquid that ran through the beast's veins. But still, he was able to crawl to safety where she waited for him with his horse Roach. When she saw him approaching on the horizon she jumped to her feet, hands full of herbs she had gathered in preparation for that moment. Geralt could see nothing but a halo of light in the distance, a figure of hope running towards him with hair flying in the wind as it called his name.

He collapsed against a tree trunk, his breath hitching as the world around him became blurry and dark. He was not unconscious, but neither was he able to process what was happening around him. His memories of that moment were blurry, like a dream slipping from his mind upon awakening. The only thing he remembered clearly was a sweet female voice calling him back to life as soft hands caressed his skin, spreading their comforting warmth inside him.

Geralt had felt peace for the first time in a long while as her hands worked their magic on him, just as he felt at this very moment as her fingers caressed his skin once again. It always happened, her touch alone flooded his insides with peace and tranquility. Maybe that was why he missed her so much, maybe that was why he found himself visiting her for the simplest injuries that even he could heal. Unlike other healers, she was the only one who could calm his tormented soul, the only one who could quiet his thoughts and remove all traces of bitter negativity from his heart. 

"Rest." He heard her whisper in his ear and as much as he wanted to, he didn't have the strength to open his eyes and look at her one more time. Geralt knew he was tired, but only now, in the quiet of her company and wrapped in the warmth of her body, did he realize just how much. 

When he opened his eyes again it was morning. The rays of sunlight streaming through the window touched his face in a warm caress. His pupils were forced to adjust to the light as he opened his eyes, narrowing to almost two slits identical to those of the black cat resting beside him. The animal meowed contentedly as he shifted between the sheets —letting out a grunt of pain at the heaviness of his muscles. He stroked the cat as it purred at him, scratching its head and behind its ears as he knew it liked, before making an effort to get out of bed. His body ached and he still felt tired, but given what he had been through, he was lucky to be alive. 

Geralt heard the sweet sound of the young woman's voice echoing down the hallway like a melodious murmur that filled his heart with joy. It came from the garden, so that was where he went. He found her having a conversation with Roach, brushing the horse's mane while complaining about him to the animal as if it could talk back. They were harmless comments that he knew she didn't mean, though he'd heard them in the past —complaints about his recklessness and lack of responsibility as a horse owner were never lacking. She was especially fond of animals, so she loved to talk to his horse as if he were a human being. She did it with her cat as well, and with any animal that crossed her path. Geralt found it entertaining, though a bit excessive —especially when they traveled together and she made him stop every so often to pet and chat with every rabbit and squirrel in their path.

"What are you doing out of bed? You need to rest!" She scolded him as soon as her eyes landed on him. As firm as her gaze was, he could see concern rather than anger or annoyance reflected in them.

"I would have stayed in bed if I hadn't felt the need to come out and defend my good name." He played along, the corner of his mouth curving ever so slightly upward in an almost imperceptible movement. "I can't have you filling Roach's head with lies about me."

"They are not lies!" She grumbled, folding her arms in exaggerated annoyance. "You are reckless and you don't give poor Roach enough attention." At her words, the animal thumped its front left paw against the ground as if it understood what she had said and agreed. Geralt huffed, shaking his head slightly in disbelief.

"You already turned her against me." She laughed and it was like music to his ears, a melodious tone that awakened happiness within him. 

"I don't have to, she is a smart creature." She fired back, giving the horse a couple of gentle pets before setting aside what she was doing to focus her attention on him. "But seriously, you need to get back in bed."

"I'm fine." It wasn't a complete lie, but it wasn't the truth either. She looked at him steadily and Geralt knew she thought she looked intimidating, but with the way the light of the rising sun framed her figure and the gentle breeze moving her hair, he saw nothing more than a forest fairy. The most beautiful and innocent fairy he had ever seen. He was tempted to challenge her just to tease her and make her grumble. She looked adorable when she pointed an accusatory finger at him believing that something she did or said could intimidate the Witcher. In the end he decided not to do so and instead accompanied her back into the house, though he did not lie down again, but sat with her at the kitchen table. 

She insisted on preparing breakfast on her own, arguing that he was her guest and that he was badly injured, so Geralt had the opportunity to admire her as she moved about the room, humming under her breath melodies he did not recognize. It made him genuinely happy to see her acting so freely around him, thinking about how far their relationship had come. When he had first met her, she was far from the confident, free spirit she was now. She was quiet and reserved, barely asking him questions from time to time to fill the void of silence and always apologizing for everything.

It was more than mere distrust of a stranger, Geralt could see in her eyes that she was trapped inside herself, a cocoon of fears and insecurities that trapped in its intricate net the beautiful butterfly that lurked within. She would show her true colors from time to time, like when he would catch her talking to Roach when she thought he was sleeping, or when she would make them stop to help a wounded animal. But she always apologized immediately afterwards, as if she realized too late that she had done something wrong, something she wasn't supposed to do. It made Geralt wonder what kind of life she had left behind when she ran away from home. 

He was not a man of many words and was used to traveling alone and in silence, accompanied only by the chirping of birds and the crunching of dry leaves under Roach's hooves, but when it came to her he felt a strange need to hear her speak. Perhaps it was the harmonious tone of her voice, or maybe the fact that he could tell she needed to express herself, but he didn't mind when she rambled absentmindedly as they traveled, putting into words every thought that crossed her mind. 

"I was never meant to be a princess, no matter what my blood says." She had confessed to him one afternoon as they walked through the forest. "The traditions, the politics, the expectations... I was never good at any of that."

"Is that why you ran away?" His question took her by surprise. He barely spoke to her so she assumed he wasn't listening to her most of the time. When she turned to look at him she found his yellow eyes fixed on her, making her feel small under his intense gaze.

"I wanted to be free." She answered honestly. "I refused to live trapped inside a castle for another day, pretending to be someone I'm not, pleasing everybody but myself... I want to forge my own path, build my own destiny. I have no idea what I'm doing or if it will even work, but I owe it to myself to try."

Geralt admired her for that. She wasn't sure what she wanted, but she knew what she didn't want and had had the courage to do something about it. That was why he was so glad things were going well for her. She deserved her freedom, she deserved to have the space to find herself and live her life on her terms. Her bravery had been rewarded.

"How are you feeling?" She asked him as she set a plate of food in front of him, her voice bringing him out of his thoughts. 

"I'm fine."

"Are you? Or are you doing that thing you do all the time when you pretend not to need anyone's help?" She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, proud of herself for knowing him so well. 

Geralt sighed. "I'm a bit sore and tired, but I'll live." He finally confessed.

"That's normal, you were really hurt. I'm amazed that you got here in one piece." 

"You should have seen the other guy." He joked sarcastically and she rolled her eyes.

"I'm being serious, Geralt. The poison could have killed you."

"It didn't."

"Only because of your slow heartbeat, but what if next time you don't get so lucky?" The tone of the conversation suddenly changed as they looked into each other's eyes. The familiar heavy tension in the air, making it hard to breathe. 

It was her greatest fear. She feared there would come a day when Geralt's wounds would be so bad that even she wouldn't be able to heal them. She feared it almost as much as never opening the door again and finding him on the other side. The thought of him dying, at home or out on the battlefield, terrified her. She knew it was stupid since he was a Witcher, a being genetically modified to face the greatest dangers, whose purpose in life was to kill monsters. She knew the smart thing to do would have been to get away from him in time, before his absence hurt her as much as it did. She knew there was no point in worrying about someone who had made peace with the idea of dying in battle, but she did it anyway. She couldn't help but fear for his safety the moment he set foot outside her home, worrying until he would eventually show up there again.

"Just... be careful." She muttered after a few seconds of silence, swallowing her emotions as a lump formed in her throat.

Geralt could see the pain in her eyes, the fear and worry shining in them clearly. He felt the need to assure her that he would be all right, but they both knew that was a lie. In his line of work one could never be sure of anything. Things could change very quickly and even he could be surprised with the cold caress of death sooner than expected. The best he could do was to assure her that he would do everything in his power to get back to her.

"I will be." 

That wasn't enough to dissipate the young woman's fears, but it was enough to calm her worries for the moment. Instead of concentrating on things she couldn't control, she chose to turn her attention to the things she could. After breakfast she inspected Geralt's wounds once more to make sure they were healing properly. With the help of her magic and the speed with which the Witcher's body regenerated, the deep gash that adorned his chest was now no more than a scratch. The skin was still red and irritated, but it was in better condition than just a few hours ago. The same with the rest of the cuts and scratches that graced the rest of his body, some of which had already disappeared completely, leaving behind a slightly discolored line on the skin.

She sat beside him as she worked, rubbing a healing paste of her own creation over what was left of his wounds. She focused her energy on him, eyes glued to the skin of his chest as she let her fingers work their magic. She knew it probably wasn't necessary, given the rapid evolution of his cuts they would most likely be practically healed in a couple more hours. But she wanted to do it. She didn't like to see him hurt, even if it was something that happened regularly. He always came to her bruised and bloody, but even then she never got used to seeing him like that. She hated to see him suffer, so when he was with her she would go out of her way to heal all the wounds on his body no matter how small or insignificant. She wanted to make her home a sanctuary for him, a place free of pain and danger where they were safe to be together.

Geralt could feel her energy enveloping him, the warmth her body radiated caressing his skin delicately. The scent of her hair flooded his nostrils, filling his lungs with that sweet floral perfume that was so distinctive to him. It was intoxicating, a drug he couldn't quit. He allowed himself to get lost in the moment, enjoying the soft touch of her hands on his chest and shoulders as he admired her work. She was beautiful, like a flower full of color and life that only grew stronger with each of his visits. Her smile, a ray of sunshine that lit up the gray, cloudy sky that was his life. And her eyes... oh her eyes. Geralt could get lost in them for hours, reading in her reflection every little thought that went through her head. To him she was an open book, the most fascinating he had read in a long time.

She became slightly nervous when she looked up and met Geralt's intense gaze fixed on her. They were close, too close to each other for her not to feel intimidated under the watchful admiration of his amber orbs. And yet, she couldn't look away from him. She couldn't help but marvel at the sharp angles of his features, counting the small scars that adorned his skin as her eyes traveled down his face. Those were two traits that people normally found intimidating about him. He had the face of a reckless warrior, a lone wolf with no feelings that augured trouble. But she knew him better than that, she knew the man behind the rumors and knew there was much more to his story and his character. When she looked at him she saw more than the dangerous Witcher. She saw the man who had saved her from her terrible fate, the one she missed and longed for when he was far away, the only man who occupied her thoughts. 

Geralt's eyes strayed to her lips as she caressed them with her tongue. It was an innocent act but he felt it as a temptation, a challenge he had every intention of accepting. He leaned forward, feeling her warm, slightly quickened breath colliding and mingling with his own. He held still for a moment, waiting for her to pull back and move away. When she didn't, Geralt moved a little closer to her until he felt the tip of her nose brush against his. When he looked up one last time, he noticed that she was looking at him with half lidded eyes, completely at his mercy. She was in a trance, lost in the deep amber of his eyes, with no thought in her mind but him. It was the moment they had both been waiting for, the culmination of all the tension that had built up.

But before they could join their lips in the long-awaited kiss, the sound of the cat jumping on top of the table interrupted them. The animal's meow broke the trance and she realized what was about to happen. Embarrassed, she pulled away from Geralt immediately, mumbling something about feeding the cat as she disappeared from his vision. He would be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed, still longing to feel her lips on his, but perhaps it was for the best. If he kissed her he would never want to stop or leave again, and he knew that wasn't possible. His place was out there on the road with his horse as his only companion. He was not meant to stay in one place for long, his profession had taken that privilege away from him long ago.

“Your wounds are almost healed.” She stated as she returned to the room, picking up the cat and setting it down off the table. It was an excuse so she wouldn't have to look him in the eye when talking, something to occupy herself so she wouldn't think about what had just happened.

"Guess I'll be leaving tonight then." He was in no hurry to leave, he would gladly stay another week there with her if he could, but he knew that wasn't wise. He could never stay too long with her since he always feared the effects it might have. The more time he spent with her, sharing moments of domestic intimacy, the harder it was for him to get back on the road. The last time he had been there he had ended up running away in the middle of the night, knowing he couldn't leave if he had to look her in the eye and say goodbye. And now he feared that nothing had changed, so he had to get out of there before it was too late.

"I would rather you stay one more night and rest here." She said in a soft tone, trying to hide the true meaning behind her words. She didn't want him to leave, not yet. "Your physical wounds might be healing fast but don't forget that you were poisoned and you almost died. Witcher or not, that's a lot." 

"I'll be fine."

"Maybe, but would it kill you to stay here one more night for my own sake? Because if you walk through that door now, I will spend the rest of my days worrying about you until I see you again." She finally worked up the courage to look at him, pleading with her eyes for him to listen to her. She knew that if he wanted to leave there was nothing she could do to stop him, so she hoped he would have mercy on her. "I just want to make sure that you're alright."

Geralt couldn't refuse her even if he wanted to, not when she was looking at him with big, bright eyes full of love. Not when her voice was almost a whisper, as if she was afraid he would hear her. He understood the feeling, the fear of admitting what he really felt. But it was easier that way. It was the best thing for both of them. Their lives were incompatible as were their personalities. 

She was a nice sunny summer afternoon and he was a harsh winter night. She was a ray of sunshine that with her warm touch awakened life in everything around her and he was the cold, cruel snow that buried everything under a layer of ice. Maybe that was why he felt this inexplicable attraction to her, as if they were connected by an invisible thread that pulled him to her every time he tried to walk away. Her warmth melted the ice around him, allowing new things to blossom in the fertile soil. Only he didn't know if there was anything left under the ice that could bloom. If so, he had to be careful because her warmth, though pleasant and comforting, could lead to his doom.

Still, he ignored his brain's warnings, giving in to her pleas. They spent the day together and Geralt allowed himself to lose himself in the intimacy and domestic bliss of the moment. He indulged in the fantasy of a life by her side as he admired her dancing around the kitchen while cooking or moving among the plants as she tended to her garden, talking to the squirrels and birds that wandered by. He delighted in the sound of her voice as she called his name and enjoyed her melodious laughter. 

When the sun went down, she lay beside him on the bed, talking nonsense until her eyelids began to feel heavy. She denied being sleepy several times, assuring him that she was just resting her eyes. Geralt snorted, but said nothing, listening intently to the story she was telling him about a deer she had saved from death between masked yawns. She didn't get to finish the story, not consciously at least. She mumbled a couple of almost inaudible gibberish before falling asleep, fighting her last battle against her body's need for rest.

Geralt watched her sleep for a good while, his eyes admiring the peace on her face in the dim candlelight. She had never looked so ethereal, with her hair spread out on the pillow like a halo around her head, and her chest rising and falling slowly with her calm breathing. Her skin was soft under his touch, a stark contrast to the roughness of his fingers bruised from all the fighting and constant use of the sword. She was the most beautiful piece of art, a sculpture carved by the gods themselves. He almost felt unworthy to be by her side, the softness of her features reminding him once again how different they were, how wrong his feelings were. 

He got out of bed with a heavy heart, searching for his things while being very careful not to make a sound so as not to alert her. He couldn't stay there one more night, if he woke up in the morning with her by his side he would never want to leave and he knew very well that it wouldn't end well. So, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead, just a brush of his lips against her skin as a farewell.

Geralt disappeared into the darkness of the night without leaving any trace of his presence. When she opened her eyes the next morning she was disappointed to find herself alone in bed. She didn't have to leave the room to know he was gone, she could feel his absence in the air. She felt lonely and cold again, already missing the warmth that filled her whenever he was around. Letting out a tired sigh, she dropped into a chair near the door. Her eyes were glued to the wood, her mind filled with thoughts of Geralt. She wondered if he was alright and if he was missing her as much as she was missing him. 

And just like that, the cycle continued, his departure leading the way to the stage of uncertainty and worry that grew in her with each passing day as she awaited his return. Her eyes remained glued to the door at all times, her ears attentive to the sounds waiting to hear Roach's footsteps approaching in the distance. She hated this moment. She hated not hearing from Geralt. She hated not being able to hear his low, raspy voice or feel the warmth of his body against hers. She hated the amount of energy she wasted worrying about him. But most of all, she hated knowing that all her suffering would be worth it the moment he came knocking on her door again.

I have more ideas for these two so if you guys like it let me know!

PART 2 HERE

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[angelltheninth]

Little Pleasures on the Road

Pairing: Geralt x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, outdoor sex, clothed sex, making out, groping, dry humping, coming in pants, nipple sucking

Word count: 0.6k

Kinktober Day 5: Dry Humping

A/N: Got to my man Geralt for kinktober! I can't stop thinking about him.

Geralt was already painfully hard by the time you came back from the waterfall, still in a towel and a little cold. You glanced over him with one eyebrow raised and chuckled, "I knew you'd peak. Pervert."

He hummed and smirked at the corner of his mouth, "I don't have to, I already know what you look like naked and wet." Geralt took a few long steps towards you, his hands just under your ass and lifting you up.

"Geralt! Your clothes! I'm still wet!" Both of you laughed, Gerlat's own slightly muffled by your breasts. Feeling his warm breath on your cool skin made your head spin just a little, causing you to fist your hands into his sleeves, the towel slowly falling from your body.

"I don't mind you being wet. But I really should help you warm up. Let's sit by the fire!" Geralt couldn't help the teasing smirk from gracing his face as he sat down cross-legged, siting you in his lap with the tent on the front of his pants. "Of course that's not the only thing I'm after."

You rolled your eyes, draping your hands over his shoulders and bending your knees slightly to draw yourself even closer, "I figured. You're really easy to read Geralt."

Instead of responding with words Geralt responded with his lips, pressing them against yours. You replied right away, parting them for his tongue and sighing into his warm mouth, your hips rolling on their own. Geralt's hands traveled your naked back, his rough fingers pressing and massaging, then traveling to your ass and grabbing a nice handful of your cheeks, driving your pelvis forward.

The rough material of his pants brushed against your clit, his cock throbbing and hot even though his pants.

"That's not just water is it sweetheart?" You didn't have to answer him, he already knew how wet you got for him, how easily you fell apart beneath his hands, his lips. How easily you spread your legs for him and his big cock.

You could imagine it clearly. Fully erect and pulsing for you, a thick pearl of cum sliding from the angry red tip and down the shaft, more and more gathering, forming a stain on the front of his pants the more his hips jolted upwards and you pushed them back down, only adding to the wetness.

Geralt's mouth travels down your neck, his teeth barely brushing against your nipples before closing his mouth around one, pinching and rolling the other between his fingers.

"You're so sensitive." He whispers against your hard nipple, licking over the swollen bud as he starts to buck his hips faster an faster into yours. You fist and pull onto Geralt's hair, guiding his mouth from your breast to your hungry mouth. As you lightly nip on his bottom lip you can feel him growl his release, his hips grinding wildly into yours, his clothed cock twitching against your wet cunt, sending you into your own orgasm.

He pulls away and leans his forehead against your shoulder, your combined heavy breathing, the sounds of the crackling fire and the low sounds of the wildlife in the forest. "I think..." You relax into his embrace, "I think that you're the one who needs to wash up now."

"Indeed." He tilts his head upwards, a blissful grin on his face as he offers, "Perhaps you want to join me?"

"To clean you up with my mouth?" You licked your lips deliberately, watching as his golden eyes follow. His cock gives another needy twitch, already hardening again despite him just coming mere moments ago. "I feel like you like that idea a lot."

Geralt doesn't even remove you from his lap, he just stood up, making you giggle. His hands braced under your thighs as he gave you a small, teasing peck on the lips before taking of in the direction of the waterfall.

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[violette-hue]

Geralt.

Summary: Geralt saves you from vampires and you won’t stop rubbing your ass against him. 

Trigger Warning(s): minors do not interact, smut with very little plot, cursing, violence, death, almost dying, chocking, unprotected sex, slight/lowkey breeding kink(?)

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: My first Geralt fic :) Hope y’all enjoy!

Requests are open!

Winter had always been so harsh, too harsh for your liking. You watched your breath come out in white wisps and frowned. Though you had always enjoyed the white flurries descending from the sky, you much more preferred them from indoors. You must have been the biggest fool you knew to be out in this type of cold. But the rumors the locals fed you were far too interesting for you to ignore.

You needed the coin just as badly as you needed some warmth. And safe lodgings. This job would provide enough money for hot food in your belly, a new set of warmer clothes, and lodgings. All you needed to do was kill this vampire. But sneaking around in the woods lead you to a nest. With multiple vampires. If you survived, if you actually managed to kill this entire hoard, you’d surely demand more payment.

But that was the last thing to have on your mind. Not as one of the vampires snuck up behind you and took a good bite from you neck. You could feel the blood in your body being sucked out, could feel your limbs go numb as the vampire fed on you. 

When you finally regained consciousness, it was in the dead of night. The hoard of vampires surrounded you, mouths practically watering as they examined your flesh and dripping neck. Your body ached and you couldn’t move your limbs. The vampire venom had almost taken over your body. In a matter of hours, you would be dead or one of them. You hoped it would be the former.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Whatever would happen from here on out would lead to your death either way. Acceptance seeped through your body, and as you reopened your eyes, you heard the commotion.

A commotion that had no doubt been going on for a while now and had been drowned out by the pounding in your head. You watched has a white haired man tore through the vampire hoard, hacking them to pieces. You didn’t need to see the color of his eyes to know what he was. A Witcher. 

You watched as he plunged his silver sword through the master vampire’s neck, then twisted it to hack the head off. The master vampire’s head rolled and stopped just in front of your face. That’s when you noticed you had been laying down. Had you fallen, or had the vampires tossed you to the ground? You couldn’t remember, but the aching in your body suggested the latter. 

The Witcher walked towards you and kicked the master vampire’s head out of the way. “You’ve got vampire venom in you,” he said, his voice rich and raspy. “It needs to be removed.”

You knew what he meant. It would have to be sucked out of you. The Witcher knelt down, grabbing you under your arms and pulling you up to his chest. He placed a hand in the middle of your back and the other on the back of your head for support. His mouth was on your neck in a matter of seconds, suctioning the skin in his mouth and sucking out the poison. Your body tingled the more the Witcher sucked the poison out of you, and soon you were able to feel the full effect. A soft whimper passed through your lips as the last of the poison left your body and the only feeling left was this man intensively sucking on your neck.

As soon as you began to relish in the feeling of this Witcher on you, he pulled away and spat out your poisoned blood.

“The poison is gone,” he stated, then stood.

You attempted to stand as well, but quickly fell to your knees. The poison clearly had lingering affects…or was it the affect of this gorgeous man?

The Witcher grunted, and lifted you up, hauling you over a shoulder.

“H-Hey!” you protested, slapping the Witcher’s back. “Let me down!”

“You’ll crumple like an empty sack if I do,” the Witcher responded, placing you on the saddle of a nearby horse. “Don’t fall.”

You pursed your lips and huffed in annoyance. “Sure, it’s not like I was poisoned or anything,” you muttered.

The Witcher grunted once more. You rolled your eyes. What a man of many words. Said no one ever about this guy probably. Some guys talked too much, and some guys talked too little. This one apparently fell in the latter category. 

You stiffened slightly as the Witcher hopped onto the horse behind you. He slid into the saddle with ease, his crotch pressed against your ass. You shifted to slide forward and the Witcher grunted once more and pressed a hand on your hip. 

“Stop moving.”

You huffed. This Witcher was bossy. “Do you have a name? Or should I just call you ‘Witcher’?”

The Witcher sighed heavily behind you and urged his horse forward, his hand still on your hip. Quite a few moments of silence passed. 

“’Witcher’ it is,” you mumbled.

Your stoic companion said nothing and instead steered his horse towards the village. No doubt to collect the money. This dampened your mood. You were really hoping to get some new winter clothes. You could always catch your own food and lodgings would never really be an issue. Not as long as you could fall asleep in a tavern and feign drunkenness. You shifted again. Thankfully, you were starting to regain feeling in your legs, and now unfortunately in your ass. This Witcher’s crotch was very close against you. Each time you shifted, you swore you could feel his cock stiffen through his leather pants. You shifted yet again. 

“Stop,” the Witcher hissed, his hand tightening on your waist. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said, feigning sweet innocence. “Does that bother you?”

“Obviously,” he said, annoyance dripping from his voice. 

You smirked to yourself and stilled for a few moments. Only to move your hips again, this time purposely grinding your rear against him. The Witcher stopped the horse abruptly and grabbed your chin firmly with a hand. He forced you to look at him and you could feel butterflies in your abdomen as your eyes met his gold ones. 

“You’re doing this on purpose. Stop. Moving.”

You smiled at the white haired man. “Doing what on purpose...? I’m sorry, I  don’t believe you gave me your name.”

The Witcher rolled his eyes and let your chin go. He urged his horse to move forward once again and for the rest of the trip to the village you rode in silence. Despite grinding and rolling your hips against him a few more times. You knew he was affected by this, you could feel is now hard cock practically poking you through the fabric of his pants. But the Witcher did not react again. At least not how you wanted him to. The biggest reaction you managed to lure out of him was a long sigh, and even then you couldn’t tell if that was in annoyance or pleasure. 

Finally, you arrived at the village. Residents exited their homes and looked through their windows to catch sight of the Witcher, but none stepped forward for any thanks or congratulations. The Witcher steered the horse towards the square, where a group of the townsmen stood waiting. 

“Stay on the horse,” the Witcher said, though it felt like more of a command. 

He swung a leg off the horse and landed on the ground with a feline grace. One of the townsmen stepped forward and tossed him a large bag of coins. 

“At least you got the job done,” the townsman said. “This bitch couldn’t.” The townsman gestured his fat chin towards you, and you looked away. He was right. Those vampires had caught you fairly quick, and had it not been for the Witcher, you would have been their dinner. 

The Witcher said nothing and turned back towards the horse. He stored the coins in the saddle bag and mounted the horse, sliding forward until he was once again pressed against you. He took no second look at the townsmen or the townspeople. Instead he urged the horse forward. You rode in silence for a while, exiting the town and silently trotting down the main road. You mustered up the courage to finally speak. 

“Thank you--for saving my life,” you said, trailing a finger along the horn of the saddle. “Those vampires would have enjoyed sucking the life out of me.”

The Witcher grunted in response, but said nothing else. You didn’t know what else to say. Teasing him felt wrong and you knew at this point he wouldn’t tell you his name. For whatever reason. You sighed deeply. Why was the Witcher even allowing you to continue to travel with him? You would have thought he would have dropped you off at the village. 

It now felt like hours sitting atop the horse with a very chiseled Witcher behind you. The silence was driving you crazy and all the trees were now blending together. Another deep sigh. 

“Stop sighing,” the Witcher said. He sounded bored himself. 

“I  can’t sigh, I  can’t move. Would you like me to drop dead?” you asked, your tone sickeningly sweet. 

You turned your head as far as you could to take a look at the Witcher and smiled at him. You put all the sarcasm you could into that smile. You turned back around and shifted your hips. Your butt was growing numb. 

When the Witcher didn’t respond to you, you decided to continue. “Where are we even going?” you questioned. “I  thought you would have dropped me off at the village.”

“To the next village. I’ll leave you there,” the Witcher finally answered. 

“How generous of you,” you stated dryly. “Yet you still won’t give me your name. I suppose Witcher will do...or White Wolf... I assumed that was you since, you know, you’ve got white hair.”

The Witcher grunted, but this time it sounded like he was amused. “We’re nearing the village,” he said. 

And he was right. You looked forward and saw a village slightly bigger than the last nearing into view. In a matter of minutes you were both trotting through the village and looking around for an inn. Like the last village, the townspeople peered from their windows and doors at the Witcher. They kept their distance, but watched him like a hawk. 

You shifted uncomfortably. You weren’t used to people staring at you, especially in such an untrustworthy, bad way. You instinctively sunk back into the Witcher until your back was fully against his chest. You kept your gaze forward and tried not to look to the people around you. 

“I  told you to stop moving,” the Witcher muttered, his hand returning to your hip with a tight grip. 

His grip sent electricity up your spine. You stole a glance at his hand, and gods did you wish you hadn’t. His hand was littered with scars and you could see how calloused it was. And it aroused you, and you weren’t sure why. You wanted to feel his hands wrapped around your neck, caressing your breasts--

“We’re at the inn,” the Witcher said, interrupting your very, very dirty thoughts.

The inn was a small, brown building with a patch of wild flowers in the front. The hearty smell of the inn’s food filled your nostrils and your stomach grumbled. You let the Witcher help you off the horse and walked inside the inn. 

“Two rooms,” the Witcher said to the inn keeper once inside. 

The innkeeper shook her head, strands of her blonde hair falling into her face. “I’m sorry, we only have one room available.”

The Witcher grunted, then nodded and paid. Only one room available? You chewed on the inside of your lip. That probably meant only one bed, too. Your heart thumped wildly in your chest. You weren’t scared. In fact, you were surprisingly excited. Being so close to a Witcher, doing these domesticated things with a supposed wild man—it was all so exciting.

“The dining room is off to the left. Here’s your key,” the innkeeper said. She placed a silver key on the counter and busied herself with some paperwork.

The Witcher took the key and went off to the dining room. You followed, not really having any other choice. Ideally, you’d want to bathe before eating, but that wasn’t really an option now. You followed the Witcher to a secluded table in the back of the dining room and sat across him. The tavern maid approached the table soon after and before you could order for yourself, the Witcher did. You frowned, but said nothing and just sat back in the booth.

This would moat likely be the most uncomfortable night you’d ever had, and you’d slept in the middle of the woods before. The Witcher wouldn’t speak to you, wouldn’t even give you his name, and now he was ordering for you as if he knew you? Money was certainly not the issue, he was just given a huge pouch of it for killing off the vampire horde. What was with this man?

“Say it,” the Witcher said, eyeing you.

Your frown deepened and your eyes narrowed. “Your hospitality is non-existent. You don’t tell me your name, your command me around, and you order food for me as if were courting?” you hissed, crossing your arms on your chest. “On top of everything else, you’ve barely spoken a word to me. Why did you bring me here?”

The Witcher arched a brow and you could see a corner of his lip twitch with amusement. “It’s safer to leave you in this village. Those other townsfolk look like they weren’t too happy with your services.”

Embarrassment creeped up your neck and you clamped your mouth shut. The Witcher continued, “I’ve bought you a room to stay in for the night and food. That’s hospitable.”

You bunched your brows in confusion. “You’d asked for two rooms, I thought—”

“I’m leaving after my meal.”

You frowned. “I think it’s only fair if you stay. You’re the one who’s done all the hard work.” You shrugged. “I just almost died. If anyone deserves to rest it’s you.”

The Witcher grunted. “Compelling argument.”

You smiled to yourself as the food arrived. He had ordered the same thing for the both of you, a stew with bread that smelled delicious. You dug in to your plate, moaning contently at its flavor. It was as good as it smelled.

After your meal the innkeeper showed you to the bathing room, and you graciously accepted to go first. A towel was left for you on a table inside, and you were instructed to leave your clothes in a basket to be washed. You took a long time in the bath, using their lavender scented soap to scrub off the dried blood and dirt from your skin. A hand trailed up your shoulder and tenderly soaped the area of your neck where you had been bitten. Where the Witcher had sucked the poison out. Your fingertips brushed along the wound, the two holes tender, but healing. It had felt good to have the Witcher’s mouth on your skin, to have him suck on the most sensitive part on your neck. You knew it was only to save your life, but the moments where the pain had turned into an intense pleasure plagued your mind and made you ache. You hadn’t been touched like that in so long. Not since you left your own village. Sleeping with the Witcher would be hard when all you wanted to do was mount the man and ride him until tomorrow.

You sighed and braid your hair. It was about time you finished your bath. You rinsed yourself off and stepped out to the tub, wrapping the towel around your body. Well, as much as it would go around your body. The towel was a little too small, leaving a small gap on the side to expose your hip and thigh. Thankfully, it was just long enough to cover your bottom, but one wrong move or gust of wind would have it on display. You walked stiffly to where your room was supposed to be and knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” the Witcher called.

“It’s me,” you answered. “Let me in its getting cold.”

You heard surprisingly light footsteps come to the door and the lock being turned. The Witcher opened the door and stepped aside for you to enter. You thought you noticed his eyes trail down that open gap in your towel, but when you looked to him he was taking off his boots. Your stomach fell with disappointment.

“Did the in keeper bring any spare clothes?” you asked, surveying the room.

“No.”

Your heart stilled. “Am I supposed to sleep naked?”

“Unless you have spare clothes of your own to wear.” The Witcher stood and made way to the door. “I don’t bite.”

That was the problem. You wanted him to bite. You wanted him to grab your ass and bite down on the sensitive part of your neck and fuck you until you couldn’t walk.

You looked at the bed in the middle of the room. It was big enough to fit the two of you, but you would be very close. Probably touching type of close. And you didn’t think the Witcher had any spare clothes either.

In a corner of the room, right next to the head of the bed and night table, stood a full length mirror. Adjacent to the mirror on the neighboring wall also stood a decent sized wardrobe. Perhaps there would be some clothes there? The only problem would be this towel. It couldn’t wrap around your body fully, and if you let it go it would fall. You decided to discard the towel. If the Witcher came back, you’d just run under the covers. And he’d get a nice view. You smiled to yourself once more. You weren’t aiming to seduce him, but if it worked….

You cleared your throat and took a deep breath. Now was not the time to indulge in thaws thoughts. You opened both doors of the wardrobe. Nothing. You bent over to open the drawer at the bottom, but it wouldn’t budge. It was stuck. You pulled again and it opened just enough to stick your fingers in. You tried to pry it open that way, pulling on the drawer with one hand while the other pushed the wardrobe. It finally came out just as the door opened. You grabbed whatever was in the drawer and covered your body with it.

“What are you doing?” the Witcher asked, closing the door.

You heard his footsteps as he walked inside the room and you turned around.

“I was looking for clothes,” you answered. “I found this.”

The Witcher raised a brow. “A curtain? What exactly were you planning on doing with that?”

You looked down at your new find and saw that it indeed was a curtain. A thin, sheer, white curtain that hid absolutely nothing. Your ears grew hot, a blush spreading across your cheeks.

“Nothing I suppose,” you mumbled. You cleared your throat. “Turn around so I can get into bed.”

The Witcher’s other brow raised. “If you want privacy, the curtain’s not exactly covering much.”

You pursed your lips. “Well, Witcher, would you like me to disrobe completely in front of you?”

The corner of his lips turned upwards and gods if you weren’t aching before, you surely were now. He smile was criminally beautiful.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it,” the Witcher confessed.

And that was when you noticed that, like you, he was nearly naked. A towel similar to yours was being held against him. It didn’t wrap around him, instead he held it against his abdomen so it could only cover his cock. His cock that was now fully erect. Your eyes lingered there, then trailed upwards, following the hair that stopped at his bellybutton, then up to his very toned chest. His chest, like his hands, were littered with scars. A scar ran from his collarbone across his chest and to his ribcage. Your eyes flickered to his, the gold color darkening to a honey as the Witcher drank in as much of you as he could.

Your heart thumped wildly in your chest as your grip on the curtain loosened. The material slid down your body and pooled to the floor. You watched as the Witcher’s jaw tensed and he tossed the towel aside. His cock was thick and long, the tip already glistening with his precum. He strode forward, his hand grabbing your ass and pulling you roughly against him. His other hand gripped your chin and he pressed his lips against yours forcefully. His lips moved with yours passionately, his teeth scraping against your bottom lip. You moaned softly and tangled your hands in his hair, pulling softly. His cock brushed against your thighs as he bent forward to place both hands under your thighs. You jumped up, letting the Witcher pick you up. You wrapped your legs around him and deepened the kiss. He tasted heavenly, the remnants of the stew catching your tongue as it swiped along his bottom lip. 

The Witcher grunted and placed you on the bed gently. His trailed his kisses down to your jaw, then to your neck. Gods, yes, this was what you wanted. You tilted your head to the side to expose more of your neck as the Witcher swirled his tongue over your wound. You gasped softly, tugging on his hair.  

“All night,” he mumbled against your neck, “your ass has been driving me crazy.” The Witcher grabbed your ass firmly with both hands and you softly moaned. “You have been driving me crazy.”

“Gods,” you moaned, tugging on the Witcher’s snowy locks.

“Geralt,” he mumbled. “Not the gods.”

Geralt? Was that his name? You moaned once more as the Witcher—Geralt—sucked lightly on your neck. His hands slid from your ass to your thighs as he pressed them down against the bed. Your legs spread far apart now, you jolted as Getalt’s cock rest against your neglected clit. He rocked his hips slowly, the tip of his manhood rubbing gently against the apex of your thighs. You whined and tried to buck your hips for more friction.

“When I bury myself in you, I want you to call out my name, not the gods,” Geralt commanded, pulling back slightly. He placed his hands on either side of your hips. “Understood, dove?”

You nodded, biting your lip in anticipation. Geralt lined himself with your entrance and without warning buried himself to the hilt. You had no chance to adjust as he pulled all the way out, then slammed back into you. As commanded, Geralt’s name was the only name on your lips. You called his name like a prayer, calling onto the god within you to show no mercy on your puffy cunt. He moved again, this time pulling your legs above his shoulders and thrust ravenously in you. He kept the pace, a hand sliding to your throat and applying light pressure.

Geralt grunted loudly as your prayers turned to screams of pleasure. One of your legs slid off his shoulders with the force he was using to thrust into you. Instead of placing it back, he pulled you closer to him with his free hand and circled your clit with a thumb.

The pleasure was too much, too overwhelming. Your climax rolled through your body and you screamed Geralt’s name. His thrusts grew sloppy as he pound into you. His hips stilled his against yours and he came with a roar. His fingertips dug into your skin, and the feeling of his seed spilling into you nearly made you cum again. 

You both stilled, your heavy breaths the only sound in the room. Geralt pulled out of you, his cum mixed with yours dripping down and out of your battered cunt. He lay next to you on the bed, both of your legs hanging off the edge. You just stared at the wooden ceiling, watching the shadows the candle cast dance along the surface. Was it selfish of you to want Geralt all to yourself? He was a Witcher. They took no wives and had no children. At least that’s what you were told. You wanted to know Geralt more, in all intimate ways possible.

You turned your head to the side to face him and smiled tiredly. “If I had known you were going to fuck me this good, I would have rubbed my ass against you more earlier.”

Geralt chuckled, his abdomen moving up and down with the sound. He pushed himself up with an elbow and hovered slightly over you. 

“Clearly I didn’t fuck you good enough if you’re still able to talk,” Geralt stated, his free hand moving to your stomach. 

You smirked. “No, I don’t think you did.”

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[ashbye]

🌈Hey guyss! So I got bored and I ahd the realisation that I haven't written anything in a while. I also saw that my Geralt one shot was my most popular so far so I decided to write abother one for our lovely witcher. I have absolutley no plan for this at all so if this turns out a little blegh you know? Thats why. Anywho on with the story!

Home - Geralt x gn!Elf reader

It was early in the morning. No other sound to be heard but the crackling of the fire and the breeze swaying in the tall grass. You're standing in your kitchen, kneading dough for bread. You were entirely content listening to the wood crack in the fireplace.

Your mind was elsewhere when strong arms pulled you in. A smile crept onto your face as the heat of his body encased you. Geralt sighed softly into your neck, beginning to kiss the spots left as a reminder from the night before. "What are you doing my love?" You asked him. He laid his head on your shoulder and responded "Reveling in your beauty."

A chuckle escaped your lips as you went back to kneading the dough. "Is that so? I thought you were just trying to butter me up to get more bread." Geralt did his signature chuckle and tightened his arms around your waist. Once the dough was ready you were able to quickly slip out of Geralt's arms and bake the bread.

When you came back you found Geralt on the couch waiting for you. Just a few steps later and you were laying on his chest situating yourself. Once you had settled he started stroking the many intricate braids in your hair. You were happy he was back. It had been months since you last saw him. Geralt was out hunting monsters and gaining coin.

No matter how long he was away for he always made up for it. Whether it be cuddles, food, gifts, or a passionate night together, he never dissapointed. "I missed you." He said to you breaking the comfortable silence. You burrowed yourself deeper into his chest and breathed in his scent. "I'll take it you missed me too then." Geralt joked with a small smirk on his face. You hummed and nodded showcasing your approval of him being back home.

It was moments like these that you cherished the most. Moments like this with Geralt. No need for talking. Just silence. Just the two of you. It reminded you why you fell in love with him. Why you left the traditional elven ways to be with him. Of course you could fight almost as well as Geralt and could go on the hunts with him if you pleased. It's just that you didn't want to. Your favorite part of him was how domestic he could be. How gentle he was with you.

It gave you a warm feeling in your body. It wasn't an explosion of light as many explain it to be. It was just warmth, comfort. It felt like home. That was what you loved about your relationship so much. You could be anywhere. In Kaer Morhen or as far as Blaviken, you always felt at peace with him. Geralt brought you peace because he felt like home. It had not taken you long to realise that was just what he was for you.

Geralt could not help but feel the same. Utter adoration and love clouded his mind when he looked at you. It was not difficult for him to agree to come back. You were his safe place. His calm in the middle of chaos. Geralt felt a pull to go back to you, like a wolf to its den and pack. Neither of you could deny the warmth you felt with each other.

You both knew quickly that you wanted nothing more than that warmth on a cold night. It did not matter if there was food or a fire. You just wanted each other. You wanted the feeling of home and love and care.

And you found that in one another.

🌈Ok there you go I hope you enjoyed that! I had a good time writing it. Made me sad though because I'm very lonely. Anyway I love you all thank you so much for the likes, comments and requests! Yes I am still taking requests! Those things mean a lot to me so thank you! Have a good day or night get some food and water and finish your homework! Bye!

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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.

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[justsomerandomfanfic]

Author Note: 6/16/23

I was just wondering, how would people feel if I started writing for Geralt of Rivia in July? I have this idea... I am gonna post it sometime in July but in general, I want to know what you guys think. Should I write for him in general if/when peeps requests/when I get ideas?

But, I would like to warn peeps, I've never seen The Witcher, don't think I'll ever watch it. I'm not really into watching tv shows XD, but I know the plot, concept, characters, etc.

But, overall,

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[thewritersaddictions]

Geralt of Rivia: The Knives Hurt

Pairing: Geralt x F!Reader

POV: Reader

Warnings: Blood, Fluff, patching up a wound, light fighting scene, angst, survival.

Summary: Geralt may be a witcher, but we all must bleed. But with you beside him no wound is to hard to heal.

WC- 1.7k

A/n: @firefly-graphics for dividers;

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“Geralt why do you insist on doing things by yourself?” I asked as he rushed out of the door of the room and down the creaking stairs. He always had the ability to be a complete dick when he was the search of the monster he was quested out to kill. 

“Geralt!” I said again at the bottom of the stairs of inside the bar. He turned and looked at me. Geralts eye were on me like there was nobody else was in bar. Stoic, and unbroken by the quite talking. “Y/n you must know that this is what I do. This is my work. My life!” He said sharply and under his breathe. Those two yellow eyes not giving any leeway for my words. 

The staring only lasted a few moments before Geralt turned his back, and walked out the bars door. The bartendar looked over, with a sweet smile she filled up a mug of the best brew they had and slid it across the bars top. I grabbed it took a sip, and walked back up the stairs. 

Geral always thought he was right no matter waht/. Geralt was my friend, a really good friend. Hell honestly I don’t know what Geralt and I are. I loved Geralt yes, but as a great friend because he was my savior at one point. My knight in black armor. 

Geralt is someone that you just won’t every change, he honestly think that he needs to save and never take credit, but sometime the true monster the one that he hunts is just as dangerous if not even more than he is.

I walked back into the room we were staying in, the room was cold and the sheets on the bed were bunched into a ball. I fixed everything and then fixed a bath for myself, but couldn’t get the thought of Geralt all by himself because regardless of what he knew he was always going into a dangerous situation. 

And acrodding to him he never needs any sort of back up. Jaskier, had left us a few towns over tried having to come to Geralts rescue when he got into trouble and Geralt never said anything, no thank you, no nothing. So Jaskier left us and with good reason. 

Geralt always has his reasons for why he wanted to go by himself. Never wanted more people to get hurt, and he always said that he was a witcher and that he could handle himself. Still the thought of him being there out without anyone. 

Fighting 

The bath didn’t help as the thought of Geralt continued to roll around in my head. The bath water grew cold and i got out redressing, before I left the room. Something said that I needed to come out and find Geralt. That gut feeling was so strong. I got my boots, and went out to go find Geralt. 

It was dark raining, and a musty smell could be smelt as your continued to walk further to the towns edge. I let my intuition take me towards the edge of the town, and even further closer to the woods. Closer to where the towns people had said that the towns monster had dragged people, and they’d never seen those precious people again. 

The closer I got the more I took in my surrounding. The woods screamed with a dark and scary force that was held just behind the line of dark trees. As I stepped over into the marsh like swamp ground. It soaked my boots. The sound causing me to take a look down at the ground. A dark crimson liquid seeped up from the ground. 

I looked up in disgust. It was gong to take more then a few rainstorms to get that stain out of my boots but I digress. I countiend on, the venture becoming darker and darker by the second. The sound of fighting could be heard the further you got into the forest or whatever the hell this forest was. 

Roach was tied to a tree not far off from the path that led into the forest. If Roach was near then that meant Geralt wasn’t very far. The grunting, and hearing sounds  came from just a few feet away from my current standing.

“Geralt!” I yelled at the forest lines of trees only causing it to echo. Nothing was returned. Geralt was the fastest and smoothest fighter that I had ever seen in my life. He was calculated until the very last breath was drawn.

But even sometimes the great Geralt of Rivia  wasn’t in the best of space to be fighting. Thinking caused him even the slighest of a fuck up in his battle. The woods fell silent, and all while I continued to walk towards what I thought was going to be a victorious battle. A battle that Geralt had won, but when I arrived it was the very opposite. Geralt was laying on the ground, he looked scared, and the monster wasn’t dead yet. 

Wounded but not dead. Geralt never dropped his weapons on purpose, but with him being hurt like he was he had no reason to have his sword. It sat in front of my feet, the monster hadn’t yet noticed me, and I took the only chance I had to save Geralt.

I grabbed the sword and lunged for the monster, catching Geralt's eye.I saw the extreme shock in his eye before I turned back, striking the monster in the best place I thought I could. It’s either the heart, or the head according to Geralt at least. So the head I went for. I did my best and closed my eyes. I felt the splash of wetness on my face, and I heard the plop of the monster's head hit the damp ground. 

Geralt was looking at me. His hand was still justly pressed against his wound. “Shit!” I said as I ran over dropping Geralt’s sword. I ran over to Geralt, “You had me worried sick, I couldn’t think while you were out here.” I said He stared at me. Yellow eyes staring deeply into me like he’d never seen before in this sort of way. 

“Did you just kill that monster in your dress gown?” Geralt said to me. I look down at my ruined dress down to my reddish stained cloth, and my boots they were ruined just as much. “Yeah I guess I did. Are you hurt? You looked hurt.” I said. 

Geralt shifted and took of his arm away from his wound.” Gealt be serious now I’ve seen your hand on your wound. You can’t manage to hide that from me even if you tired.” I said as I reached a hand out for Geralt to use for support.

He took my support, and he held on to me as we walked back through the forest. We’d forgotten about the monster die in the forest, and just contiuned our way back to the tavern. Back the cramped bed, and dirty tub. Back tothe silence of the hunt being over finally. 

Finally we had made it to the tavern. He tried to stay tough as we waled through the town, and through the tavern. It was a quiet night now in the tarven nobody to look at us we walked up the stair. When I finally managed to get his large frame through the tiny stairscase.

We didn’t talk much from the forest until we were in the confides of our room. “Now I know what ever you are going to say is just going to be plain dumb, so don’t talk and let me fix up your wounds.” I said to Geralt.

He huffed but didn’t protest me as I started to undress Geralt from his shirt. The blood had dried just barely and the shirt was ruined. The wound wasn’t deep so no need for stiching it up, but it was a long cut. I gathered some water in a bowl and a few small clothes from the bar keep. 

I kept the water clean as i could as I cleaned Geralts wounds, before tying a tight knot out of the bandages that were securing his wound.Neither of us talked as I worked on his cut, the bleeding wasn’t bad. But normally Geralt had something to me about the way that I was cleaning it, or the way I was patching it up. 

Nothing this time around though.

“I know I said that you didn’t need to talk, but it’s kinda freaking me out a little Geralt.” I said. I rumaged around looking for another shirt, before finding one and handing it to Geralt. “Why did you come after me?” Geralt asked. Not yet taking the shirt from me. He watched me with great seriouness behind his eyes. 

“Why shouldn’t I?” I reponsed back with a hint of attitude. I didn’t like feeling like I was being asked a series of questions that need no answer. Not when Geralt already has all the answers anyways. “I’m allowed to go chase after you espically when I find you losing that fight and hurt. Where do you find the audacity to tell me that i can’t come chase after you and help.” I said so frastruated that i threw the clean shirt agasint the rooms door. 

“Whomever said that I didn’t want you to come chase after me was a bloody idiot.” Geralt said. Getting up from the bed he walked towards me, he was always taller than me, but I rarely ever noticed the change in height between the two of us until right now. 

Geralts chest in my eyeline, and those yellow eyes staring back at me. “Nobody, and I mean when I say this I would never let anybody rescue me like I would let you. I know I’m a dick, hell a bastard whatever you what to call me. But you can save me anyday” He said his hands coming up and resting on my cheeks. He was so close, my mouth hung open.

And we stood in silence but only for a moment. “We should get you out of this dressing gown seeing as it’s ruined now, and those boots of yours.” Geralt said. Winking as he releases my checks from his warm hands. I couldn’t help but smile internally and externally. Even the Great Geralt of Rivia had a soft spot for someone. 

Completed on: 07/21/22

Posted on: 07/23/22

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[and-claudia]

So I have decided to participate in Kinktober 2022!!!

This is my first time doing it and I’m both excited and nervous. As of now I have selected my prompt and character for each day, but some may change a little bit but most are solid.

If any do change, anyone already signed up for that day will be notified and can then decide to stay on the list for that day or be removed.

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[greatfandom]

Hey my loves 💗

I wanted to thank you guys for all the love and support recently, it's truly the light of making this Tumblr page. I wanted to update and let you guys know some stuff, because I don't feel as if it's fair if I kinda just disappear off the face of planet and not say anything.

First and for most, I see your comments and thank you for them. I can't respond to them because this is a secondary Tumblr account, and Tumblr is weird and won't let me comment with anything else but the primary blog. It's really stupid, but I just want you too know I do see them and I appreciate them greatly.

Also if you're an author and you get anonymous message tagged Greatfandom it's probably me.

Secondly, I wanted to apologize for my lack of motivation to you guys. I made a promise to help you guys find fanfiction recommendations, but at the moment #daryldixon fanfiction authors have truly cooled their writing game down and I'm quickly running out of things to re-post, new and old. Because of this I find it really hard to stick within the fandom where most of my followers are from.

This isn't necessarily bad, because the main reason for creating this Tumblr was to help people explain in the fandoms they enjoy, but I almost feel as I'm letting #daryldixon fans down.

I also believe what could be a hardship is how picky I am about fanfictions, personally I don't like certain kinks, or topics but you might and the next person so that's why it's I highly encourage you to submit your recommendation, and share them to help me out .

But other than those topics, I really wanted to thank everyone for 63 followers, because quite frankly that's crazy when I only recommend you stuff. And 300 notes on my #daryldixon recommendations masterlist!!! That's crazy, thank you guys so much.

I'm gonna try update my masterlist very soon, I got my bottom braces on and I've been working daily now, so dealing with sores in my mouth and 5 year olds I got a lot on my plate.

Again thank you guys, -GRRRR lol

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[angelltheninth]

Size kink + smut prompt 13. “Think you can handle that much?” with Geralt? i think it would hurt but I wanna try and take him.

No reason why you can't try but you're not gonna be able to walk after.

Pairing: Geralt x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, size difference, size kink, teasing, dirty talk, encouragement, pet names (honey, darling)

A/N: I need more Geralt in my life, don't you?

13. “Think you can handle that much?”

"You've been staring at me for a while darling. See something you want?" Geralt knelt above you with his cocky smile, his shadow looming over you, falling around his shoulders while he looked down at your naked form. "I certainly do. Been wanting you for a long while now."

The evidence of that was right between his legs, and yours. His cock, even bigger then you imagined, wet with his pre as he ran his hand up and down. His other hand pushed your folds apart, his thick thumb finding and teasing your hole, testing the waters.

"Think you can handle that much? If not there are other options we could try." He seemed genuinely concerned about you, and with your difference in size it was no wonder.

"Geralt." You cupped his face, gently at first and then grabbed fistfuls of his white hair and pulled him down, your lips inches from his, "I've been wanting you inside me for months now. Please, I can take you, I swear I can." You opened your legs further, as much as you possibly could, "Please, I really need it."

"My cock? Hm. Needy aren't you honey? Who knew you weren't as pure as you seemed." His hands wrapped around your wrists and pulled you towards him. His cock slid over your pussy and clit, hot to the touch, your clit twitching at the stimulation. "Ever had one as big as mine?"

"No." Some work was gonna be needed to get him inside of you and you weren't sure if you could take all of him. No matter how hard you tried your body had it's limits, "Give me as much as you can, I'll take as much as I can handle."

"That's my girl." He kissed your forehead, drawing a little giggle from you, and then a chuckle from him. "Relax as much as you can, I'm gonna have to open you up a bit, so it might hurt at first." It was seriously touching how soft he was being. It almost seemed like the man who fingerfucked you so many times was just a dream.

You groaned and whimpered, fists clenching while his broad head pushed past your entrance, your walls clamping down on him, resisting the intrusion. "Sorry. You're... its big so..."

"I know." He kissed you again, his hands rubbing over your knuckles, "Take your time, I'll wait."

Breath after breath it became easier to take him in, your pussy opening up for him, letting him slide in a little more. "Geralt- so b- mmn!" His hips jolted forward a little, his cock rubbing along your walls. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes from the sting of the stretch as he finally bottomed out, "Fuck! Fuck, give me a moment. God." You ran your hands through his hair, his warm, solid body a comfort, his kisses relaxing and riling you up at the same time.

"You're wonderful darling. You're doing so well. Your cunt is doing so well, feels nice around my cock, feels right." He felt right. Him. You let out a long breath after a while, not even knowing you were holding it in. At that very moment he moved forward, barely even shifting his hips, "We just need a little practice. Pretty soon you'll be taking me like it's nothing."

Practice. Well... your pussy was a muscle. Makes sense it would get better with training. "Looking forward to you teaching me." Geralt chuckled at your words and enthusiasm, as well as the excited flutter of your pussy around his cock.

Practice makes perfect, and he was all to happy to be your training partner.

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[gemstone-roses]

Safe

Summary: Geralt talks you through your orgasm.

As promised, I finished my essay, and as voted for by several of you, this was the fic you wanted posted first!

Warnings: smut, 18 + only! minors be fucking gone from here ! Vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, hurt/comfort, use of good girl, soft Geralt. Praise kink, brief mentions of panic. You know the drill. Female reader.

Please note I am not responsible for your media consumption.

The white haired Witcher encases you beneath him. His muscly arms holding steady on either side of you. His amber eyes show nothing but adoration for you as he thrusts his cock inside you.

“You’re doing so good for me” he groans, his thick cock twitches as you tighten around him.

It’s been hours, not that your complaining of course, Geralt exploring every inch of you with his fingers, his tongue, muttering praise and comments on how gorgeously stunning you are.

“Geralt” you whine, your pleasure building, your stomach beginning to swirl as it starts to cloud your mind.

“Your close” the Witcher observes, angling his cock so he hits deeper.

You wince slightly, he picks up on it, slows down a bit.

“your okay” he soothes, his big hands splaying across your thighs, squeezing, it provides comfort. “Look at me, love” his gravelly voice is soft, tender.

Your eyes flit to his, a half smile on his face

“There she is” he moves his hand to your face, runs a finger down your jaw.

He watches intently as your chest begins to heave, your pussy tightens round his cock.

“G-Geralt” you choke out, panicking slightly as your mind fogs.

“your safe, it’s okay, I’ve got you love” he assures you, his hand still cupping your face. Your eyes roll back as your orgasm begins to wash over you, your arm reaching to clutch Geralts. Nails leaving half moon indents in his skin as you moan beneath him. He snakes a hand down between you, callused finger pushing on your puffy clit. “Mm, keep making those pretty noises for me, your doing so well my love, you feel amazing wrapped around my cock” Geralt lets out a broken moan as he spoke, gritting his teeth as your pussy convulsed around him. “ Oh god Geralt, I’m gonna-

“I know, keep your eyes on me, breathe, good girl, good, that’s it” he hisses through his teeth as you clench hard around his cock. You whined as pleasure overcame your senses. Geralt cups your face, . “Let go, come for me” he demands, his stunning eyes wide with lust, brow furrowed slightly, you loose yourself in them as you release around him. Triggered by your orgasm, Geralts cock tightens and he paints your walls with his come, a low moan bubbling from his throat as he does. “Fuck my love that was incredible, you were incredible” he breathes, his voice cracked with pleasure. Your head is fuzzy with the aftermath of your climax, Geralts rough hands rub soothingly up your side.

“I’m going to pull out now, and I’ll clean you up my love, okay”. He states, his voice has that post orgasm croak that you just love and you nod.

You flinch slightly when the warm towel touches your core, Geralt leaning up on the bed on his side next to you. “Sh it’s okay” he soothes. “I love you” you murmur, shifting closer to him, you curl into him as Geralt pulls the quilt over the both of you. Wrapping his big arms around you he pulls you closer, encasing you. You feel safe like this, you always will. “I love you too my love” he smiles, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

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🌈Hello Tumblr peoples! I got my first request for Geralt! I really like the request and its a great idea. I just hope that it lives up to the expectations of the person who requested it! @chocotacobread This story is for you! Thank you so much for the request! Also just to let you all know I don' think I'll put summaries because I'm really bad at summarizing things. Please give me constructive criticism in the comments! Let me know what I can do better, what you liked about it because I want to be a good writer so then I can make things you all enjoy reading. So please rate it in the comments because its like my firts one ever! Thank you!

Request: Heyyyy!!! I hope your enjoying tumblr so far and I saw that you want requests so I decided to give you one 😁😁. So here is the request: Geralt x female reader but the female reader is the mage of nature and is also known as the goddess of nature due to her appearance which is flowing hair, bright green eyes. Geralt and Y/N knew each other when they were kids before they were separated and after the battle of sodden they reunite and you can choose the ending as I’m not very good at endings 🫶

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Reunited At Last - Geralt x f!reader

The forest surrounding you was dark and filled with ash. Bodies littered the ground where you walked. Moans and groans from the injured were carried off in the breeze flowing through sodden hill. You could remember the days when the breeze brought comfort. Now it only brought a suffocating chill that ran down you spine and seeped through your bones. The comfort it used to bring you when the wind would flow through your long hair.

  Those days seemed so far away. The day that comfort vanished from your life was fresh in your mind. The day that Tassaia asked for your help in the impending battle. You were a mage of nature, incredibly powerful and strong. The name given to you at birth was Y/n. Though many knew you by a different name. The Goddess of Nature.

  You acquired the name over the years as more and more people started to acknowledge your magic and worship your work. So many would love to be worshipped, but you just wanted peace. That is why you lived deep in the forest. In your favorite spot in the whole world. Not simply because of it's beauty and it being a part of nature, but because of the sentimental value. It was where you would play as a child with your best friend.

  A boy the same age as yourself. Adventures were something you both loved. As many times as you went off and explored you never found a spot more beautiful. Everyday you two would meet at that spot and play games, travel. Except one day was different. When you went to meet him, he never showed. You later found he was taken somewhere you would never be able to go.

   Hence, why you're standing here now missing your home and the good old days. You continued walking on the edge of the forest. The hood of your dark green cloak over your head.  

  Your mind wandered elsewhere as you thought of the boy from you past, until it was rudely interuppted. A deep and gravelly voice shouted out a name. "Yennefer?" It called. You knew who she was, a mage similar to yourself. The decision was made to go and tell the voice of Yennefer's whereabouts and the fact that she has not been seen since the end of the battle.             

   When you found the person, you were surprised to see a witcher walking on foot with a girl on a horse next to him. "She is not here!" You called out to them. His head whipped around and his eyes narrowed at the sight of you. He spoke in a demanding tone "Where is she then?" You stepped forward and lowered your hood.

   "She is gone. Yennefer saved everyone at the expense of herself. She is yet to be found." As you stepped closer you could see the pain hidden on his face. When he looked into your eyes he stared for a moment, then sucked in a breath. He furrowed his brows and spoke quietly. "Y/n?" Your face filled with shock as he stepped forward. "No one has called me that in years. How do you know that name?" He stepped forward again, "I would remember those bright green eyes from anywhere. The same green as the trees in the forest."

     Only one man had ever said that to you and your eyes widened in realisation. "Geralt?" Your voice came out in a whisper. It was carried with the breeze and you were surprised he even heard it. "Y/n." You stepped forward instantaneously and threw your arms around his neck and his wrapped around your waist

    "I thought you were dead. I was told that you were taken somewhere far away, somewhere I could not go." Your eyes teard up as you press your face into his shoulder. "Well, they were right about that. I'm here now." Throughout this whole debacle you both had completely forgotten about the girl on the horse. "Ahem" she cleared her throat in hopes of getting Geralt's attention. 

    When you broke out of the hug you looked to the girl and backed away sheepishly. "Geralt who is this?" The girl asked him from atop the horse. Geralt sighed and looked back at her "She is an old friend of mine. We got seperated when we were young. Y/n this is Ciri. My child surprise."

    You looked at him shocked for a second before turning back and shaking Ciri's hand. "Wonderful to meet you Ciri. Now Yennefer, the woman you're looking for. I can help you find her" Geralt looked you in the eyes. There was skepticism clear on his face " I thought you said she was dead?" You hummed, "Hmm, perhaps there is a chance she is. Either way if she is then I can help you confirm it." Geralt put his hand on your shoulder in a manner that made you momentarily forget where you were and nodded without a second thought.

  "Even if we can't find her it would be nice to have you back." You smiled slightly at him, "Indeed it would be. We have a lot of catching up to do Geralt." Ciri was happy to have another female presence and looked to Geralt for confirmation "So she's coming with us?" Geralt sighed and responded "Yes, she is coming with us."

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Hey :) OMG I LOVED YOUR GERALT IMAGINE YOU POSTED YESTERDAY ❤️❤️ Therefore I also wanted to ask for a Geralt imagine where the reader is maybe his true love (and also a Witcher) but they separated ways long time ago. Then he comes back to Kaer Morhen only to see her being carried in by Eskel, terribly hurt and barely alive. Geralt then cares for her and waits till she wakes up to tell her he still loves her and wants a second chance. It's all cute then and he insist on taking care of her the whole time. Maybe something like that and I hope this is fine for you ❤️

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Thank you so, so much for these kind words, they already made me amile when I read them for the first time, and they did so as well right now. 💚

This was MORE than fine for me, because I loved writing this. (I'm a sucker for soft and worried Geralt tbh). So I hope you'll enjoy what came out in the end 💚

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Pairing: Geralt x (Witcher)Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, soft Geralt

Word count: 2648

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I Will Love You Until My Dying Day

With high hopes, Geralt retired to Kaer Morhen for the winter. He'd talked to Jaskier for a long time, after he'd managed to make the Witcher open up. Jaskier knew how he was, that he didn't talk much, that he looked grumpy most of the time, but the last couple of months – ever since Geralt had met up with him again after the winter – he'd been worse. Even less words, always on edge, so that he'd even lashed out at Jaskier again. That had happened before, but an apology had quickly followed, since Geralt's anger hadn't really been directed at him, but Jaskier had just been there in that moment. This time, Jaskier had demanded an apology for his stupid behaviour. He'd gotten that, but Jaskier had also wanted more: An explanation for his behaviour, what had happened over the winter, that he'd returned with an even worse attitude than before.

With a sigh Geralt had told him that you hadn't returned home for the winter. He'd been so worried about you, but had quickly found out from the other Witchers that you were fine, that you were just spending the winter with a friend instead of coming home – because you didn't want to see Geralt. He'd brought that upon himself, he knew that, because he'd been the one to break you heart.

For some time, you'd been happy together, been travelling together even with Jaskier. So Jaskier knew what had been going on between you and why Geralt had broken up with you, why he'd thrown all these years of happiness together over board: Because he thought that you deserved better.

Ridiculous! Jaskier had told him how stupid that was, because Geralt clearly still loved you, and he did, but that was why he had to let you go. So that you could really be happy with someone else, and not worry about him all the time, because he was more reckless than you were when it came to fighting monsters. You'd always been a great team, but he'd seen your worried face too many times over his wounded body, when he'd finally woken up again. He never wanted to see that look on your face again, so breaking your heart and pushing you away from him was the logical thing for him to do. To save you. To Jaskier, that was just ridiculous, because you two clearly still loved each other, kept each other in check, and Geralt thought that leaving you would be the best thing for you. What a giant idiot.

The first year after your separation, it had been strange between you at Kaer Morhen. Geralt had tried his best to get out of your way, but every time you were alone, there had been awkward silence. You hadn't wanted to talk to him most of the time, because you'd still been in too much pain, while Geralt hadn't known what to say to you, wishing everything could have gone back to normal. You were one of them, part of there family, so it had been logical for you to return home, but it had been... painful.

The second year, you'd stayed away from the keep, had written Vesemir a letter to let him know, and though he'd missed you terribly, he'd completely understood. Ever since you'd left Kaer Morhen the spring before, you'd only seen Geralt once, when you'd stayed in the same town, but you'd done your best to get away as quickly as possible. So by now, it was well over a year that you hadn't seen him, but whenever you'd met one of your brothers, you'd asked them about him.

The last winter, you hadn't been able to return, had needed to stay away, instead of being up there in close proximity to Geralt. You'd needed more time to heal your aching heart, get to the point where you could stand in front of Geralt and treat him as a friend again and not have flashbacks of the love you'd shared before. It had been good to spend the winter with a friend, even though you'd missed your family. But that was why you were coming back this winter – at least that had been the plan...

When Geralt arrived at the keep – he'd taken Jaskier with him this time, not wanting to leave him on his own after what happened the previous winter where he'd nearly gotten himself killed – there were only two people missing. Everyone had already arrived except for Eskel and you. Geralt didn't want to get his hopes up about you, but he couldn't deny that he wanted you to walk through that door so that he could wrap his arms around you, tell you how sorry he was. Jaskier had made him realise how stupid he'd been, how much happier he'd been with you by his side. Now, he was just miserable and put himself in even more danger than before, because he didn't have anything to lose, did he?

Wrong!

Jaskier had made it clear, that there was so much he had to lose, that he was miserable without you, and that he was jealous of the person you'd spent the last winter with. That much had been obvious to all his brothers as well, because they'd teased him about it. None of them had understood why Geralt hat broken things off with you in the first place. All his reasoning for this kind of behaviour had slowly vanished over time, and he'd admitted to Jaskier that he missed you, that he still loved you and never wanted to hurt you, but pushing you away had seemed the best idea to him, instead of someday making you suffer even more when he got himself killed one day.

“It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all!”

Jaskier words were still ringing in his ears while he was waiting for you to walk through that door, day after day. Nobody had heard anything from you, which he took as a good sign. After all, the year before you'd let Vesemir know that you wouldn't come here. This year, he didn't know anything.

When the door finally opened, Geralt detected your smell, even before he turned around. Eskel's smell as well, but something else. The scent of blood. He whipped his head around and was on his feet even before Eskel's lips opened.

“I need help!” he yelled, carrying you in his arms, your heart barely beating, breathing coming shallow, unconscious.

“Let me!” Geralt said before carefully taking you from Eskel's arms, giving you a once over. “Fuck...” It didn't look good. You'd lost a lot of blood, and the cold had affected you as well in your weakened state. Right now, he couldn't see all of your injuries, but he'd make sure to tend to them.

Eskel hadn't protested when Geralt had taken you from him, knowing that it wouldn't end well if he did. He knew what Geralt felt for you, how worried he was, so he let him take charge. Eskel was worried as well, yes, but getting in Geralt's way right now, would be lethal for him. So he stood by and watched Geralt take you away, Vesemir and Jaskier following him.

“You have to do something,” Geralt said to Vesemir putting you down, beginning to strip you of the clothes that were in the way of your injuries, to see what exactly had happened. He didn't need to hear it from Eskel, it was more than enough to see the damage you'd taken.

“You need to breathe, Geralt.” Vesemir's words were calm as he started to tend to your wounds, but Geralt was still scanning you to figure out just what he could do to help you. Seeing you like this... it tore his heart apart.

“I can't lose her, Vesemir.”

“I know.” He'd always known and though Geralt more than stupid for his behaviour, but he'd never said a word.

Feeling Jaskier's hand on his shoulder, the presence of his friend by his side, Geralt relaxed a tiny little bit, but was more than happy to help, when Vesemir told him what he needed. Geralt could probably have taken care of some of your injuries himself, maybe even all of them, but right now, he wasn't able to think straight. So he let Vesemir do the work, gave him everything he needed, let him stitch you up, while Jaskier was taking care of your clothes, bringing some new ones into the room as well as blankets and furs to keep you warm.

“She needs a lot of rest now,” Vesemir said, putting another fur over you, the last one Jaskier had brought in here.

“I'll stay here,” Geralt said immediately. He wouldn't find peace anyway, so he'd watch over you.

“Just... let me know when you need some rest and I'll come and swap places with you.” Jaskier meant well, he always did, but Geralt wasn't having it.

“No need. I won't leave her side.”

Vesemir and Jaskier exchanged glances, but said nothing more. They knew better than that, and so they left the two of you alone.

For two days, Geralt only left your side for a couple of minutes, because he didn't want to be absent once you woke up. He had a couple of things to say to you and didn't want to waste any more time than necessary. He slept next to you on a chair, ignoring the pain in his back and his butt. Most of the time he was covering your hand with his, but now and then he got up to walk a few steps, always keeping his eyes on you. If the others hadn't brought him something to eat, he would have completely forgotten about that as well. His focus was on you, on your well-being, nothing else mattered to him.

It was the evening of the third day, when you finally opened your eyes. Everything still hurt, so the first sound you made, was a groan, blinking several times to focus on what was in front of you, or rather who was there.

“Geralt?” you managed quietly, voice croaky because your throat was dry. Geralt acted immediately, helping you sit up slightly, so that you could down some water.

“Y/N... Just take it slow. You've been injured and unconscious for three days, so please don't strain yourself.” Geralt's voice was unusually gently as well as his touch when he pushed a couple of loose strands from your face.

“I'm sorry I worried you.” A sigh left your lips. Yes, your injuries were bad, you knew that, felt it as well, but you were here and they'd taken great care of you. They always did. But still, you were more concerned about what your family had gone through, specifically Geralt. You'd tried your best to put distance between him and you, to tell your heart that you weren't allowed to love him anymore, because that would only end in more pain. But your heart hadn't listened, had never thrown Geralt out, and instead, it was still beating for him. You knew that he'd pick up on that, but hopefully, he'd just attribute that to what was going on.

“I'm the one who needs to apologize,” Geralt said quietly, clearing his throat, before he took your hand in his again. “I never should have said all these things to you.”

“What do you mean?” You were confused, because you hadn't talked in a very long time, so you weren't sure what he was talking about.

“When I said that I didn't love you anymore and you should go and be happy with someone else.” There, these words were out at least. He could see the surprise in your eyes, but you didn't know what to say to that, because you didn't know what exactly he meant with his words. You didn't want to interpret too much into his words.

“I never stopped loving you, Y/N.”

That made your heart beat even faster, and now you were sure that he knew that it was due to his words. Tears were pricking at the backs of your eyes, but you tried to hold them at bay. Needless to say: you failed big time. All these years with a broken heart, and now he was telling you that he'd loved you all along?

“Why did you...” you tried to say, but couldn't get more words out.

Geralt let go of your hand to carefully wipe away your tears, letting his fingers linger on your cheeks a little longer than necessary.

“Because I was an idiot. I thought you were better off without me. Every time I got hurt, I saw that worried look on your face, and I didn't want to be the reason for that any longer. I wanted you to find someone that loves you just the way you deserve and that you don't need to stitch up and fear that you'll lose him any time there is a monster to fight.” Geralt heaved a sigh, brushing his thumb over your cheek. He was calm, calmer than he'd been in a very long time, all because of you. “I wanted what was best for you, and so I thought that leaving you was the best way to achieve that.”

“You were the best thing for me, Geralt. I was happiest when I was with you.” The hint of a smile grazed you lips.

“I still love you... Last winter when you weren't here I was going crazy, because I thought of that friend you were staying with.” Geralt shook his head.

“Say that again!” Your smile widened a little at his words.

“What?”

“That first part... Everything else doesn't matter anymore.”

Geralt's lips twitched up in a smile, when he leaned down. “I still love you, Y/N. Always have, always will,” he whispered against your lips before he kissed you. A soft, lingering kiss that made you feel more alive the longer your lips touched.

“I love you, too,” you whispered against Geralt's lips, raising your hand to let your fingertips graze the stubble on his cheek and chin.

“Do you feel well enough to move? I'll carry you!”

“Move where?”

“To my room. We'll have some privacy to talk, because SOMEONE is eavesdropping.” You heard shuffling at the door, knowing that Jaskier had been listening to the two of you the whole time, which only made you chuckle. “I'll get us some food and we'll take the blankets, and just-”

“Yes!” You pulled him down to kiss him again, before you slowly sat up.

“I need you for myself for some time. I think we have a lot to catch up on.”

“Oh yes, we do!”

Geralt got everything set up in his room, which gave you a little time to talk to the rest of your family, before he pretty much whisked you away again, only to bed you in even more furs than before, so that it was comfortable for you. You only talked for a little bit, before Geralt fell asleep. His head bedded on your stomach, your hand in his hair, and he'd closed his yes. The last days had held very little sleep for him, and now that he knew that you'd be alright, now that he'd told you what he'd needed you to hear, he could finally sleep peacefully in your presence. There were many more days when you could talk, but for now, you were more than happy to stroke his hair and watch the man you loved sleep for some time.

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pairing⁀➷ geralt of rivia x fem!reader

word count⁀➷ 1.5k

summary⁀➷ Geralt finds you injured in the woods (more in the ask)

warnings⁀➷ soft!geralt, fluff, mention of blood and injuries, swearing (only once tho), use of y/n once

a/n⁀➷ As always, tell me if I missed a warning please!

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You had expected this day to be different. You were supposed to help your uncle and learn more about herbology so that one day, you would know as much as he does about taking care of the people in the village.

Not lying here, on the slightly damp forest ground.

It would be a long walk back to the village, and your wounds and aches would not make it any easier. Your limbs felt heavy. Your body ached. And before you could fight back, you were defeated by tiredness.

Your eyes opened abruptly as you became aware of sounds coming closer and closer to you. A horse was coming towards you, on it an incredibly muscular man who looked familiar to you.

You had never met him before, but when he came closer and you saw his bright amber eyes, you knew who he was, what he was.

When he saw you, lying there on one of the big roots, he quickly got off his horse.

"Wait here, Roach." he told the horse.

Fear washed over you as he slowly approached you.

"Please, don't hurt me." Your voice was soft, almost a whisper. But witchers could hear better than ordinary people, he had heard it clearly enough.

The witcher stopped for a second and seemed… offended? He shook his head slightly and looked you in the eyes.

"I won't hurt you." His voice was low. Incredibly deep.

There was sincere in his voice, it almost gave you goosebumps.

He was terribly attractive, and his eyes both frightened and fascinated you. He came closer and closer to you and you could only follow him with your eyes. Your fear had eased a little, but it wasn't completely gone.

"It's not that bad," you said quietly as his eyes examined your wound. "I just need to rest a bit before I-" you made a hissing sound as he lifted the fabric covering the wound. "You are not fine." he grumbled.

He knew you wouldn't be able to walk one step on your own without collapsing. As the witcher walked to his horse and took an elixir-like phial from one of the pockets, he asked,

"What happened to you, who did this?" his voice almost sounded angry. But not because of you.

"I was gathering herbs. My uncle needs them to medicate the people in the village. And-" you had to swallow at the thought of the attack.

"There were three-three men. They were looking for someone." The witcher grimaced in anger, as if he already knew what they wanted.

"They wanted to know where the Butcher of Blaviken was."

He said nothing but an annoyed "hmm," his hand still holding the fabric so as not to cover the wound on your hip.

The witcher looked you in the eye, and up close, his own ones were even more special.

"Don't move." he demanded and you nodded. Then he dripped some of the elixir into the wound. It burned like fire.

"Ahh fuck!" you had to bite your lip to stop swearing. "It'll be over in a moment." He took your hand and nodded at you encouragingly. You squeezed his hand so hard that your fingers almost started to hurt.

"Breathe, can you do that for me?" He spoke so calmly and collectedly. You looked at him again, his gaze never leaving your face the whole time. Then you took a deep breath, as deep as you could under the pain. And as quickly as the pain had come, it was gone again.

You were breathing heavily and it felt like you had been running for hours. The witcher bandaged your wound and looked you in the eyes again. The fear you normally had of his kind, fear that was taught as a child, was now completely gone. If he hadn't come to find you, you would still be lying here now and would probably faint in no time.

He had saved you.

"What's your name?" you asked the witcher quietly as he lowered the bloody piece of cloth onto the tended and protected wound. He inhaled sharply. "It's okay if you don't-" you started but he spike over you. "Geralt of Rivia." He replied.

Your lips parted a little. You blinked in surprise as you looked at him. Geralt had gotten up and walked to his horse to put the vial back. Quietly you whispered, "The Butcher of Blaviken."

He turned to face you, "I'm sorry they attacked you."

You were astonished, because you didn't expect an apology. Actually, he had nothing to apologise about either. After all, the men were not acting on his orders.

You smiled at him weakly. Suddenly everything felt so exhausting, breathing, being able to see, everything.

"It's the potion," Geralt answered your unasked question. "It makes you tired, to heal your wounds in your sleep."

"Oh." you said softly, before you felt two strong arms lift you up. Then you fell asleep.

Geralt entered the small village on Roach, and you laying safely in his arms.

All conversation died down when they noticed the witcher.

However, when they saw you in his arms, some began to whisper.

„He's a witcher!" "What does he want with her?" "Did he kill her?" "Where did he come from?"

Geralt knew exactly where to take you. A healer was usually quick to find, but especially in such a small village. "Stop Roach."

He got down, careful not to hurt you.

Your uncle opened the door before Geralt could knock, but when he saw you, his face paled. "Y/N-" His gaze went to the blood on your coat then darted to the witcher.

"She needs to lie down." Geralt commanded. He looked at your uncle with a penetrating gaze.

"What have you done to her, Witcher?" There was hatred and disgust in his voice.

"I healed her." Geralt replied dryly.

He pushed past your uncle and quickly found what he was looking for.

He carefully laid you down on the small bed.

Your uncle hurried after the witcher, but when he saw you, he realised that what Geralt had said was true.

Your coat was bloody but the wound looked well taken care of. "I put a potion in her wound, it should work. She'll have to sleep for a while for that to happen though." Geralt sat down on the floor beside your bed and leaned his back against it.

Your uncle looked overwhelmed, but he knew well enough that there was nothing he could do now.

"Thank you, Witcher.".

"Hmm." Geralt simply replied.

While your uncle went to his herbs to make you some tea, Geralt closed his eyes and took a deep breath in and out.

With a loud gasp, you woke up. You looked around in confusion, as you saw familiar walls and herbs, the ground was softer than before in the forest. As you slowly sat up, leaning on one elbow, you knew you were home.

Something moved beside your bed. No, not something, someone. Geralt stood up and looked at you with a soft gaze. "How are you?" he asked in his deep voice.

Your eyes went to your wound, or to the place where it had been. Your skin was completely healed, no cuts, no blood. You brushed your finger lightly over it, but it didn't even hurt anymore.

"Thank you." you whispered gratefully without really answering his question. "Thank you Geralt."

You stood up and in a matter of seconds you wrapped your arms around his strong torso. "Thank you." you mumbled into his chest once more.

Geralt was surprised, and at first he just stared down at you. You still had your arms wrapped around him when he carefully put one arm around your waist, then the other. He smelled terrible but that didn't matter right now.

He had saved you. You looked up at him, still in the embrace. Something in his eyes had changed, his look had changed. You didn't know what it was.

Geralt, however, knew, and he could not suppress it.

The way you looked at him without any fear, how you had thanked him so many times. Nothing even suggested that you thought he was the monster so many people saw him as.

Slowly his arms moved down your back. Your faces were so close that you could see the finest, smallest scars on his face. Geralt could hear your heart beating, not evenly but fast and irregularly. You looked into his amber eyes the ones that had even followed you into your sleep.

His hands pulled you closer and the moment, when his lips met yours, fast yet slow, hungry yet gentle, felt like time had stopped. As if there was only this moment, only the two of you. Your fingers played with Geralt's hair, feeling his strong neck and pulling him down even further towards you.

When you had to gasp for air and your lips parted, he still held you close to him. You bit your lip as you looked at him. Geralt exhaled heavily. "I don't believe in destiny," you whispered. "But you might've changed that."

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