#modern!jaskier x reader

[jane-todd-maximoff]

Drinking song for the socially anxious

Part 1 out of 3 

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Summary:I'll see you around Geralt.” Those 5 words might haunt Geralt until the end of his days.

a Geraskier modern Au first meeting fic set to Drinking song for the socially anxious by The Amazing Devil

It wasn’t that Jaskier didn’t like crowds of people, in fact he regularly enjoyed them. But something was different like something was pulling him away from it all. So not even an hour after arriving he was searching for a place to be alone. He just wanted to be alone for 5 minutes so he thinks fast. Every party has a bedroom full of everyone’s coats there he could be alone. Jaskier stepped into the dimly lit room and a rush of autumn air runs up at him. Jaskier walks to the side of the bed and falls backwards onto it and closed his eyes.

Geralt wanted to leave. He doesn't understand why Yen drags him to these things. They were always too bright and loud. And it didn't help that his eyes and hair always brought unwanted attention. He wanted to grab his coat and run. When he finally arrived in the room that held the coat it was quiet and dimly lit. It was perfect. He stood in the doorway and there was a person lying down on the bed. They looked peaceful and in all honesty Geralt thinks he is cute. "You know that your lying on some coats." He informed the person. They looked up at him and frowned. 

"You know that your lying on some coats." A deep voice calls Jaskier tilts his back to stare at the man. It was Geralt. Him and Jaskier haven't officially met but Jaskier knows of him due to having mutual friends. He frowns at being called out of his almost sleep-like state "I know, it's just sometimes nice to feel what it's like to be in someone else's coat." He says Geralt walks to the bed and lays next to him and the only response he gets from him is a "Hmm."Geralt gets it he wishes every day that he was a different person. He wishes he was in somebody else's coat. “I’m Jaskier,” “Geralt.” “Hmm, Well it’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Geralt turned to Jaskier and raised an eyebrow but Jaskier remained silent. 

“So what do you do?” Jaskier asks, trying to break the Metaphorical Ice “I work with horses.” "Oh so you're an animal guy, well I hope you know I have a cat!” Jaskier responded sitting up to prop himself up on his elbows. Geralt smirks “What do you do for work?” "I'm a musician.” He sounded happy to talk about his profession. 

“Hmm, I would have never thought that.” Geralt tells Jasker with full honesty “why's that?” Geralt sits up to look Jaskier in the eyes. “Well the few musicians I have met love the spotlight but you, on the other hand, hang around in dark rooms.” He explains "Well I do love to be in the spotlight but something felt off. But hey who am I to say, maybe it was destiny.” “Destiny is a load of shit.” Geralt knows things about destiny, it rarely turns out in your favor. Jaskier opened his mouth like he was about to try and change his mind. Before he could get a word in, his phone started beeping. “Oh crap, I have to give my cat her asthma medication.” Jaskier jumps up from the bed and picks up his coat. “Can I get your number?” Jaskier asks, standing in front of Geralt. Surprisingly, Geralt held out his hand asking for the phone. Jaskier opens his contacts app, presses the plus icon and hands Geralt his phone and Geralt hands his own phone to Jaskier. When Geralt and Jaskier receive their rightful device back, he sees Jaskier trying to suppress a smile. “I'll see you around Geralt.” Jaskier informs him before walking out the door.

When Jaskier opened the door to his apartment the last thing he expected was for someone to be in there but he was wrong. “Hi Jaskier.” Priscilla says looking up from her computer “I thought you wouldn’t be back from tour until next week!” he says running up to her throwing his arms around her. Priscilla was his lover but they broke up about a year ago, but they were still best friends. Additionally, when they are both in town, they perform as a duo.

“How was your night?” Priscilla asks from beside him as they were now seated on the couch sharing a bottle of wine. “Priscilla. I think I met the love of my life.” “You say that about everyone you meet.”

It was true. Jaskier had a habit of falling in and out of love. Nothing would work out. Work would get in the way or he would fall for another or well you get it. “I know! But you should have seen him! Okay, he was tall, had a deep Sexy voice, plus he had beautiful white long hair! Okay and we have something in common!” “like what?” “He works with horses, I have a cat!” Jaskier explains. Priscilla takes a sharp breath in and claps her hands together “that's not remotely the same." "They are both animals.” Jaskier shot back.  

“True, but-" Priscilla was cut off by Jaskier covering her mouth with his hand. “Can you please just let me tell you about him?" "Mhmhmh" Jaskier could decipher what she was saying so he pulled his hand back. “That's difficult to do when you're comparing a horse and a cat.” “Okay, that's fair.” Jaskier Laughs 

 “I'll see you around Geralt.” Those 5 words might haunt Geralt until the end of his days. After Jaskier left Geralt laid on the bed until Yennefer came to fetch him. “There you are, I've been looking for you for almost an hour!” Yennefer said in what Geralt deemed her mom voice. But he has ever heard her use it at Ciri only when he and his brothers get in some stupid situation. “Fuck what time is it? I need to put Ciri to bed.” Geralt feels stupid he had to stop staying out for so long. Between working night shifts at his job and being dragged out by Yennefer he hadn't seen his daughter all day.

It was kinda a long story of how he got custody of Ciri. He couldn't even remember going to Pavetta's wedding. However, according to the social worker Pavetta put him down as Ciri's guardian if anything

were to happen to her and Duny or even her parents. But after a fatal car accident Ciri was the last of the Riannons.

Geralt got into the driver's seat and Yennefer slid into the passengers. Once the car started and they began driving it remained silent until that stopped at the first red light. Yennefer turned her head so fast that Geralt was sure she would have got whiplash. “So what kept you in the coat room for over an hour? And don’t say you lost track of time. I know you better than yourself.” It was true Yennefer was just like that. A nurse by day and a witch by night. Geralt paused before talking. He really did like Jaskier. Something awoke in him during their short time together “I met someone.” he mumbled Yennefer gasped dramatically “So you're getting over me finally, What's their name?” “Jaskier” “Jaskier. Oh my god! You two would be so cute and Ciri would absolutely love him,” Yennefer rambled.'' Well it seems you know him well.” Geralt grunted “IS THAT JEALOUSY I SMELL?" she was getting way into this they didn’t even know that well. Geralt let his mind drift back to Jaskier's words. After all, Jaskier did say he was going to see him again. Maybe it was destiny but who was he to say?

Geralt pulled into the parking garage that was below his apartment building. He and Yennefer got out and walked to their apartments that just so happen to be across from each other. “Geralt” He turned away from his door to look at her. “You are going to call Jaskier and plan a day and take him on a date.” and in typical mom Yennefer fashion she put her hand on her hips and glared at him “fine, Goodnight Yen.” he says as he walks into his apartment.

Geralt barely made it into his apartment before a small body crashed into his leg. He wanted to reach for the knife he carried in his belt but he looked down to see that it was just Ciri. “Cirilla, you're supposed to be in bed.” It was almost twelve in the morning. She was only 4 she couldn't have a shitty sleep Schedule like everyone else in the family. “Uncle Lambert said I could stay up.” she informed him. Geralt picked her up. “Well I guess me and him are gonna have to have a chat after I put you to bed.” Geralt shot a glare at Lambert who was lounging on the sofa. “She said you let her stay up!” He attempted to defend himself "Oh did she” Geralt turned his attention back to Ciri who promptly tucked her head into the side of Geralt's neck and let out a yawn.

Ciri's green lights were soft, making it much more bearable to lie with her to make sure she would be okay. However the fact he was laying a small bed that was made for children was not. It was extremely cramped. Carefully he fished his phone out of his pocket, attempting not to wake the child that was resting on his chest.

 Geralt opened his contacts and thought long and hard about what to say. But settled on doing the first thing that came to his mind.

GERALT: Hey this might sound weird but, do you wanna see a movie next time you're free? 

Geralt pressed send and laid his phone on his chest next to Ciri. Maybe destiny wasn't that bad.

#geraskier #the witcher #lambert the witcher #geralt of rivia #Jaskier #Yennefer of Vengerberg #the witcher fanfiction #cirilla of cintra #ciri of cintra #dad!geralt #the amazing devil #geralt x reader #Priscilla the witcher #dandilion #jane-todd-maximoff #pavetta #baby ciri #the witcher modern au #gonna go take a nap

[jaskierswolf]

A Surprise Guest

A Jaskier/Reader fic!

Modern AU. Reader meets Jaskier at a party with their mutual friend Renfri.

AO3

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A house warming party. The last thing you wanted to go to was the bloody housewarming party that Renfri was throwing. She’d been your best friend since childhood, but unlike you, she’d actually had a great time at University and had come back from Oxenfurt with a bunch of new friends, leaving you feeling a little left out and lonely. But she was still your best friend and you wanted to support her, even if it felt like she was leaving you behind. All you knew was that her ex and few other friends from Uni would be there, as well as a handful of your school friends. The ratio of people you knew to people you didn’t know was going to be rough, and you already had plans of escaping as early as you could. Introverts and parties simply didn’t mix. 

What you really wanted was a night in with your blanket, a good cup of tea and your favourite music playing on the radio. Jaskier had just released a new album, another addition to the School of Wolf saga that had dominated the charts for the last five years. You were completely obsessed. The music was stunning, and… well… so was Jaskier.  Ever since his first few shitty videos on YouTube, you'd always had a bit of a crush on him, but in your defence he was very pretty in his tight jeans, waistcoats and shirts that were never quite done up properly. Your friends loved to tease you about it, but it was just a celebrity crush... right?

But alas… you had a party to go to, so Jaskier and his new album would have to wait for a few hours whilst you were tortured by socialisation. 

The walk to Renfri’s wasn’t very long but you’d probably get an Uber back after having a few drinks. You needed the walk there to clear your head and go through all the funny stories you could tell in case your usual trick of hiding in the kitchen with Renfri’s dog failed you. As you knocked on the door you felt like your heart was in your throat, ready to escape at any moment. Thankfully it was Renfri that answered the door. Her hair was shorter than you remembered, with an undercut on one side, and it was gelled messily to emphasise the streaks of red against the blonde. 

She was unfairly attractive and it always made you feel inferior, but then again, your anxiety was a bitch and it didn’t take much to have your brain spiralling. 

A few hours. Stroke the dog, have a drink, chat with Renfri a little bit and then home. It was manageable. There was no way you would let a party beat you. It would all be fine. Absolutely fine. 

Fine.

“Renfri!! Who is it?” A familiar voice called from inside the house and you felt your eyes go wide. 

That was a voice that you could recognise in the busiest of crowds. You’d spent hours upon hours listening to music and interviews and podcasts… 

Jaskier. 

Holy fucking shit. 

“Renfri…” you said slowly, not quite believing your own ears. “Is that… Is that Jaskier?”

To answer your question, Jaskier danced into the hallway behind her. His face was flushed and his blue eyes were twinkling as he laughed, spilling his drink onto the floor. 

“Surprise?” Renfri giggled with a shrug. 

Oh, she was so dead. 

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It turned out that one Geralt Rivia was Renfri’s ex from university. The same Geralt Rivia that was Jaskier’s best friend and muse and inspiration for the School of Wolf. You knew that the relationship had ended… badly, but they were staying friends for the sake of their friendship group. It was funny now you thought about it, how many of Jaskier’s songs you recognised just from the details Renfri had told you about her ex. The fights, the arguments… the love. It had all been there in Jaskier’s music but he’d changed Renfri’s name for the sake of her privacy and you’d never even considered joining the dots. After all, love and break ups happened all over the world and Renfri’s was nothing special. Loads of people related to Jaskier’s music. 

Everything felt so fucking surreal. 

Jaskier Pankratz looked unbelievably hotter in person than in the photoshoots, which simply wasn’t fair. He talked animatedly to both Geralt and Renfri from his seat next to you, of all people, and you couldn’t help but stare. 

No one could blame you… and if anyone did then you could blame the alcohol you’d downed as soon as you’d made it to the kitchen. There was no way you could deal with the party and Jaskier whilst sober. 

Because holy shit… Jaskier. 

He wore a gorgeous teal blue waistcoat and trousers, his tie and jacket discarded somewhere already, and his hair was longer than you remember from the last photoshoot. And oh, his smile. He had the same cheeky smile, and he really did light up the room.

Or take out the oxygen. 

Bloody hell you couldn’t breathe. Booze. You needed more booze. Two shots weren’t enough. Fucking Jaskier Pankratz. Renfri owed you big time for springing this on you. Real people did not meet their celebrity crushes. It was reserved only for daydreams and fanfiction. 

“Excuse me!” You mumbled as you rushed to get up, trying not to touch Jaskier as you moved. If you were a bit smoother and better at flirting, maybe you would have brushed against his thigh or arm but you needed out. 

Now. 

Behind you, you could hear Jaskier’s chiming laugh as Geralt made a joke about his pup from hell, Roach. If only Geralt had brought her with him… then maybe you would have been alright. Still, at least Grumpy was still lingering in the kitchen as he always did, the old mutt. It was a familiarity that was a godsend. You pulled a bottle of wine from the fridge and slumped down onto the floor next to the dog, scratching behind his ear as you chugged straight from the bottle. 

God, it was shit wine. You’d expected better from Renfri but beggars couldn’t be choosers so you grimaced and took another gulp, not noticing that you suddenly weren’t alone anymore. 

"Are you alright?" Jaskier’s voice was soft and oh so gorgeous, quiet as he sat down next to you. That accent. Oh, the dreams you'd had about his voice and all the filthy things he could whisper in your ear. 

“I-” You turned to face him and any words that you might have said disappeared into the void. Christ he was so fucking beautiful. “Umm…”

Love at first sight had never really been something you believed in, but then again, Jaskier had always been the exception for you. And he just looked so concerned… so human?

It was easy to forget celebrities were human when you only ever saw the photos and the interviews. Despite the amount of time Jaskier spent talking and interacting with fans on social media, you knew that you don't know him, not really.

Shit. He’d asked you a question.

"Umm.. yeah? Yeah. I'm fine. I just. This wine is pretty terrible, and I only really know Renfri and... fuck... I'm rambling," you muttered, running a hand through your hair, and desperately trying to avoid his gaze.

But Jaskier laughed, the sound making you smile in spite of everything, and reached up at the counter for a bottle of red wine; Fiorano, you noted as the bottle fell into his lap. As he moved, the scent of chamomile and lavender wafted around you. "Here, take some of mine."

With a shy smile, you nodded, emptying your glass before holding it out to him. You hoped that he would think your blush had more to do with the alcohol than the storm of emotions that were racing through you. Vodka and wine probably weren’t a good mix, especially with Jaskier in the room, but needs must. 

Thankfully, Jaskier just poured you some wine. It still wasn’t your favourite, red never was, but it was more drinkable than the white shit Renfri had stashed away. Soon you felt yourself relax, the wine and vodka doing their job, and Jaskier was funny, always making you laugh. He seemed to really care about making you feel comfortable. 

It didn't even occur to you that Renfri had definitely set you up after Jaskier mentioned you look pretty when he saw your picture in her phone.

But you spent the evening passing the wine bottle back and forth, getting happily tipsy, especially after Geralt shares some more of his vodka with you both as well. After coaxing you back into the living room, Jaskier had introduced you to Geralt and the other witchers, and slowly you forgot that you don't know anyone at all, because Jaskier was there, and it felt like you'd known him for forever already. 

By some miracle, you ended up staying the whole evening, which just never happened at parties, but you were snuggled up to Jaskier, drunk and content. He kept playing with your hair as he hummed songs you didn’t recognise under his breath.

And you didn’t even notice when you started to drift off, feeling safe in his arms, and the press of lips against your temple had to be a dream right?

You woke up to a number tucked into your coat pocket, signed with a little doodle of a buttercup.

Jaskier had to leave for an interview, but... you knew your life would never quite be the same again.

#the witcher #jaskier pankratz #renfri of creyden #modern au #jaskier/reader #jaskier x reader #wolfie's witcher writing

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Witchers + stressed singlemom!reader - characters: geralt, eskel, lambert, coen | tags: fluff, angst

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Modern!Human in Kaer Morhen - characters: geralt, yen, triss, jaskier, eskel, coen, lambert, vesemir | tags: fluff, crack, timetravel

How The Witcher characters would react to Lambert’s child surprise - characters: geralt, yen, ciri, triss, eskel, coen, vesemir | tags: fluff

The Witcher characters + monstertamer!reader - characters: geralt, yen, jaskier, ciri, eskel, lambert, coen, vesemir | tags: fluff

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[mrsarnasdelicious]

Alright, Yous asked for this - PART TWO

So, the list of all my drafts doesn't fit in one part...

Riding the Beasts SCP 682 smut CW: Monsterfucking

Sihtric AU-arama Just all osrts of Sihtric AUs, in a long, big list.

Some good ass edging Edging Modern!Sihtric, straight up smut

I'll Be Your Prize [Finan x Sihtric] Uhtred tells Finan he can ask for the thing he wants most, so Finan asks for Sihtric.

The Things We Do With Power - I The Boys fic, mild fix it, predominantly wicked smut.

A very old promise Once Upon the beginning of my blog, I promised to write a certain poly smut thing, so here goes nothing.

All About A Gag Sihtric x Finan x Osfert. Sihtric fakes a gag and Finan is not having it.

Domestic - Lan Mandragoran Lan x Reader, being cute.

One Big Bed Poly Wheel of Time smut. Rand is a slut in this one.

The Pantsident Mark tore his pants. Mark x Reader smut

A Long Drive [Marnas] Mark rips his pants and Arnas makes full use of the situation.

Orgasm Desperation - Stephen Colley Stephen x Reader, with reader making Stephen beg for it.

BoB Sexarama Shameless, plotless smut headcanons.

A3 - Throuple Aethelflead x Aldhelm x Aethelred headcanons

BoB Poly Family BS You get involved with Finan, Sihtric and Osferth and raise children with them. Modern verse, headcanon list

Band of Bebbanburgh - XII - Getting Ink Done Uhtred, Osferth, Finan and Sihtric are getting tatted and Sihtric likes it a bit too well.

First Kiss - Draco Malfoy Set during book six.

First Kiss - Eric Northman Simple as.

Basically every thought I have ever had about Sihtric, but in a pile Full ass headcanon dump on my very fav himbo.

Good Good Good, Good Vibrations Mr F uses a vibe on reader, in public, sorta.

Orgasm Desperation - Game!Lambert Needy Needy Lambertini.

Lambert in the Middle Lambert getting some DP from Eskel and Geralt.

Another Lovely Puppy Pile Reader x Many witchers (and Jaskier)

Band of Bebbanburgh - XI - Tetanus Uhtred 'challenges' Sihtric to catch a pigeon. Hoemboy gets pecked and scratched, but has no tetnaus immunisation, so Finan and Osferth have to wrangle him to go to the dco's. Sihtirc does not like doctors and has to be pacified with sexy times from his boyfriends.

Giving Birth to Sihtric's Child It is not reader's first and it will most certainly not be the last.

TLK Underworld AU Headcanon List about a mafia au of sorts

Finan Eating You Out He's good with his mouth, let's be real

How He Met Me - VI August POV version of The Prophet [fic]

At the Desk - Napoleon Solo Napoleon Solo fucking reader on her desk, Arranged Marriage verse.

Sex in the Changing Room - Modern!Sihtric Raunchy dirty naughty Sihtric fucking reader in the changing rooms of the local clothing store.

On the table - Sihtric Canon verse, he humps you on the table

Sex in the Bath - Captain Syverson Bath sex with Sy

Ever Curiouser - I Hellboy Longfic, polyship.

Some Bebbanboys smut, bc I am nasty Smutty stuff with Sihtric x Finan x Osferth

Ben Daimio x Werewolf Reader A beastly smut

The Bebbanboys Band AU headcanons

Ben Daimio - Sneaking Around Smutty, you and Ben avoid getting caught while fucking on the job

Sweetheart Prompt #3 Ivar Lothbrok, suprise surprise

Band of Bebbanburgh - X - What Sihtric Does Best Smut fest about Sihtric sucking dick

Ulysses Klaue Smut Does exactly what it says on the tin.

No Way We Are Making Homework - Modern Ubbe Modern Ubbe x Reader. You should be making homework, but you are not.

Nasty Nasty Dirty Gross Ubbe CW: Incest Ubbe uses one specific way of making Hvitserk listen.

Ubbe x Alfred - Modern AU Ubbe and Alfred shower together.

This Home I Built - TLK Poly Fest Selfish fix it fic, lotsa smut, mainly about Sihtric.

Santiago Garcia Breeding Kink V1 Santi knocking you up.

Alpha Geralt Going Feral Nasty smut with no excuses

Sihtric - Breeding Kink V1 Sihtric knocking you up

Omega Sihtric Going Feral Needy Omega Sihtric

Alpha Geralt Scenting You Scenting sesh getting out of hand.

Santiago Garcia - Rough Sex Ah yes, more shameless porn with no plot.

Scenting Omega Sihtric Scenting Omega Sihtric gets out of hand.

My Fair Lady Shameless Aldflaed smut

Expectations - Loki Shameless Loki smut

Choking Sam Winchester Reader applying some pressure to a big moose, sexually.

At Saltwick What happened between Sihtric, Finan and Osferth while the kids were asleep.

Sex in Public - Sihtric Canon verse.

Neteyam x Au'Nung Neteyam almost died and Au'Nung is distressed.

Proof That I am an Aweful Person [TLK Poly stuff] More ReaderxPretty Boys headcanons

Fjall Stoneheart - Doggystyle Shameless smut

Band of Bebbanburgh - IX - Seeking Refuge Osferth goes to Finan when his homelife starts turning for the worst.

Breeding V1 - Jake Sully Jake Sully knocking you up.

Band of Bebbanburgh - VIII - Show You How Sihtric teases Osferth how to please Finan

Band of Bebbanburgh - VII - Small Comforts Finan having himself a slice of Sihtric.

Band of Bebbanburgh - VI - Sihtric's Dream Sihtric wakes up from a bad dream and Finan and Osferth put him at ease.

By God(s) and Men - Finan x Sihtric Canon verse; Sihtric and Finan figure out their dynamic.

The Baker's Boy - Finan x Sihtric Modern AU; Finan just realised he's been in love with Sihtric all along.

The Witan - Mark/Arnas/Reader CW: RPF and RPS Established Arnas x Reader and Past Marnas. Arnas convinced reader to come along to a TLK cast vaca and things spin swiftly out on his control.

All Three of Them Reader x Sihtric x Finan x Osferth smut

Threesome with Sihtric and Osferth Shameless smut with a lil twist

Threesome with Sihtric and Finan Dirty smutty smut smut smut

#there is a part three coming #yes I am not yet done #current score: 110

[auroracalisto]

aurora's 2022 fic pick

hello, and welcome to my first post of the new year—my 2022 fic pick! i will be compiling some of the fics i read and loved from this past year below!! to make it harder on myself, i've resorted to choosing only three for each month. i guarantee i've read hundreds more.

TOTAL FICS: 36

included fandoms: marvel, american horror story, the last kingdom, the 100, the witcher, peaky blinders, law and order: svu, the umbrella academy, gotham, stranger things, the princess bride, top gun, hetalia, timewasters, original work

DISCLAIMER: SOME OF THESE FICS MAY CONSIST OF NSFW. please be aware before clicking on them. also, please read responsibly—i have not included all triggers to the fics, only major ones, so please be sure to check those before you read the fics.

there is one month (october) in which i only reblogged two fics, and i checked my ao3 history as well. i didn't read a single fic on ao3 that month. to try and make up for it, i have posted an extra for the month of december.

JANUARY

words left unspoken by adorin on ao3 - doc ock x reader - fluff and angst, character death, gn!reader - this fic was *chefs kiss* no joke i love it and i recently went back to re-read it. it gets better every time. Heartbeat by HanakoSpiritoftheToliet on ao3 - matt murdock x reader - pregnant!reader, fluff - this was so sweet. i am a sucker for fluff. Terrible Two's by writeyouin on ao3 - charles xavier x reader - parent!reader, fluff - like i said. a sucker for fluff. i can't help it.

FEBRUARY

Soulmark by @dyns33 - matt murdock x reader - a little bit of angst, a little bit of fluff; happy ending - i remember reading this for the first time and absolutely crying when i read the ending. it was SO good. Lost In the Shadows by @7-wonders - vampire!michael langdon x fem!reader - part of a collection of fics, kind of spicy towards the end, but nothing serious - the series is seriously so good. i am 100% prepared to re-read it. Chivalry's Death by e_n_silvermane on ao3 - 2p!prussia x reader - hetalia, gore, mute!character - LISTEN. EVEN IF YOU DON'T LIKE HETALIA. this is SUCH a good fic. literally it is so good. there's so much depth to the story itself, and i absolutely love every part of it. like... the description, the guilt the characters feel—it's literally a piece of art and i will stand by that until the day i die.

MARCH

For a moment by @disasterofastory - finan x fem!reader - hurt/comfort, gore - LOVE. love this fic. all her fics are so good. almost like praying by @imaginearyparties - steve rogers x bucky barnes - gore, gay religious angst - i fell in love with this fic with the first paragraph. i knew i was in for a magnificent piece, and ilana never fails to provide. There are monsters and there are men by silverwolf7850 on ao3 - vampire!matt murdock x reader x werewolf!frank castle - fluff and angst, canon-typical violence, supernatural themes - this fic FUELED my love for both matt and frank. i literally loved every second of it and i wish there was more to it.

APRIL

Rescuing You by @violetrainbow412-blog - vampire!eddie munson x fem!reader - angst, kind of villain!eddie - bro this was IT. this was the fic that fueled my love for vampire eddie, and i've never been the same since. unnamed by @000ficlets otto x reader - fluff - this fic is literally only five paragraphs long but i loved it so much. like,,, you know how you just read something about you can just feel the love coming from it? yeah. this fic. beautiful. against all odds by @twistnet dmitri antonov x fem!reader - angst, fluff, possible tw due to violence - this was one of the first dmitri fics i read after becoming attached to the character... brb gonna re-read it AGAIN.

MAY

A Surprise Guest by JaskiersWolf on ao3 modern!jaskier x reader - first meetings, alcohol - bro. BRO. when i say this fic is so good, i absolutely love it. it's so soft and makes me feel all warm on the inside. 6 Meters Under and Back Part 1 by @onesaltyhunter - vampire!sihtric x fem!reader fluff? bloody vampire stuff - oh my gosh when i found this, i jumped on the opportunity to read it. i love vampires, and i LOVE sihtric. is there a part 3? i don't know if there's a part 3. It's good to see you! by @disasterofastory alfie solomons x reader - technically first meetings, anxious reader, being followed - disasterofastory always has amazing fics and this one,,, idk there's just something about it that i love to read. it's totally alfie and it's written well!!

JUNE

Scarrification by BruisesAndBuzzaxes on ao3 victor zsasz x fem!reader - fluff, meeting family, character backstory - this is a long fic, but it's *oh* so good. like it's literally worth every last word. i've read it a few times through already. i might go back again and read it one more time. Where Our Pieces Fall in Place by anotherwinchesterfangirl on ao3 - finan x fem!reader x sihtric NSFW, time travel, polyamory - so good. SO GOOD. i love time travel tropes and this one hits the spot, every time i read it. Imagine being chosen to join Wonkru in the bunker before Praimfaya [...] by @fanficimagery roan x reader, past!echo x reader - angst to fluff, typical canonical violence - ohhhh my gosh in a world of so little roan x reader fics, this one is a diamond in the rough. it's so good.

JULY

Peanut Butter Cookies by @eddie-van-munson eddie munson x reader - slight angst with a happy ending, jealousy, allergies - jealousy fics are so good and this one was just,,, too good. i love eddie. i love domestic eddie. please don't cry by @sickoherd john murphy x reader - comfort fic - short comfort fic with john murphy <33 it was sweet and simple and so good with just a few words. Selfish Jerk by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord jim hopper x reader - fluff, a little angst, taking place during season 2 - i looove hopper. this was the first fic i read in july that was jim hopper, and it definitely wasn't the last.

AUGUST

IF I DIE YOUNG by @imgoingtofreakoutnow steve harrington - finale-based fic; major character death. lots of angst. - this fic is so good. i remember reading it for the first time and i actually cried. multiple times. i loved getting to read how steve may have felt in the days after the season 4 finale. annie's writing is so good regardless. Darling by @no-mercy-bby ralph timewasters x reader - short fluff fic - one of the first fics i read of ralph and i absolutely fell in love with him. bby is an amazing writer and they've definitely captured my attention on more than one occasion. want me to kill him for you? by @froggywritesstuff diego hargreeves x gn!reader - short fluff fic - diego is amazing and the characterization in this fic is just as incredible.

SEPTEMBER

That Guy by YouGotThatWrite on ao3 rafael barba x gn!reader - fluff, meet-cute over coffee - my mom and step-dad watched the entirety of law and order: svu and i just so happened to watch most of the episodes with rafael in them. i already loved him. and then i read this fic. it's so good. The Eddie Munson Collection by Edtease on ao3 eddie munson x reader - blurb collection; somewhat nsfw - these were so good and i loved getting to read about a somewhat domestic eddie munson. some of them are a little on the nsfw side, so please be aware before reading. Imagine finding out that Rafael sometimes worries about your age difference by @svubloods rafael barba x reader - age difference, established relationships - okay so i'm not even gonna lie i love fics that take valid concerns and makes the characters live through it. that being said, i also love rafael. there's no questioning as to why i loved this fic.

OCTOBER

City Nights by @thebirdybrigade allen f. jones x gn!reader - possible tw for attempted s/a, violence, etc. slight angst to a bit on the fluffier side?? - oh boy the first hetalia fic i've included on this list. i genuinely loved this fic. it was written well, and i love to re-read this. the ending kills me, every time. goodnight, my love by eliwashere on ao3 original character/reader - major NSFW warning, vampires, original character, pwp - i don't even remember how i found this fic. i think i clicked on the vampire tag on ao3 and came across this. it's so good?? like i fell in love with the plot of the story, and then the smut itself was a bonus. AND THEN the author included a sketch of the character in the next chapter, and boom, i fell in love, AGAIN. i literally do not have another fic for this month. i was off of social media well until the middle of the month. i will include an extra one on december because i know i have enough for that month.

NOVEMBER

THOSE WHO ARE LEFT BEHIND by @imgoingtofreakoutnow steve harrington x gn!reader - platonic, mentions of death and mourning - the second of annie's fics i've listed. it's sad, but it's so good. it's the budding of a relationship and i absolutely adore every bit of it. attention by @imaginearyparties namor x reader - okay but let's talk about the fact that ilana ALWAYS has good fics, and this one just proves it?? it's so good. i hadn't even watched the new black panther yet and i had already fallen in love with namor because of how he was written in this fic. are you thanking me or your god? by @lazypeachsoul uhtred ragnarsson x fem!reader - meeting, budding relationship - uhtred is a babe and the way lazypeachsoul writes him is magnificent. i love him and this fic so much.

DECEMBER

Nobody But Me by @ohthatstragic tom "iceman" kazansky x fem!reader - jealousy, established relationship - THIS was the first iceman fic i read after watching top gun maverick for the first time and i fell in love with him. not to mention the writer did well with characterization. gonna come back to this fic at some point and re-read. Concussed by @topgun-imagines mickey "fanboy" garcia x fem!reader - slight angst, injury - fanboy is adorable and this fic (other than the injury he sustains) is so cute. i loved reading it. Dating Westley Would Include... by @bowieandqueen11 the princess bride westley x reader - dating headcanons - i need more princess bride fanfics. i've talked to a few mutuals about it before and i might just do it. this fic is so good, though. i'm so glad it's out there. extra since i only had two for october: Strong people aren't born they're built by meowmeowpumpkin on ao3 jake "hangman" seresin x fem!reader - angst, a bit of violence, major tw for some things; please be sure to read the author's warnings before you read. - bobbbb in this fic. i love it. and the 180 jake does when he realizes that something isn't right with his wife. it was good.

and a reminder for everyone reading:

#aurora's 2022 fic pick #marvel #american horror story #the last kingdom #the 100 #the witcher #peaky blinders #law and order: svu #the umbrella academy #gotham #stranger things #the princess bride #top gun #hetalia #timewasters #original work #reader #reader insert #imagine #fanfic #fic #fic recommentation #recommendations #fic list

[buckybarnesbingo]

BBB Week 31 Roundup!

Our next party weekend is coming up on the 16th and 17th, so put it on your calendars!

Title: Mateship Creator(s): lillywillow Link: tumblr Square: B4 - Mates Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/ Australian Reader Warnings: Mild Swearing, smoking, drinking Major tags: WW2 Summary: During the war, Bucky met a quirky Australian stretcher bearer. What happens when he meets their grandchild? Word count/format: 1007

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Title: Contact (This Kind Of Thing, Ch 3) Creator(s): Turtles Link: ao3 Square: Adopted - Multiverse Shenanigans Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Jane Foster Warnings: n/a Major tags: Multiverse Summary: Bucky landed in what looked like a small storage room, almost knocking over a shelving rack when he turned around looking for a door. The suit disappeared and he clicked on the comm, idly noting in passing that he was now wearing jeans, sneakers, and a short sleeved shirt. “I’m in a damn storage closet,” he said. “There’s barely enough room to turn around.” “I’m sure it could be worse,” Boothby replied. “Good luck.” Word count/format: 1360

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Title: PoliZ’s Stuffed Marvels - Bucky Barnes (original comics version) Creator(s): PoliZ Link: tumblr Square: K2 - Comics Rating: Gen Ship(s): n/a Warnings: n/a Major tags: Fancraft, Comics, Summary: Photos of a handmade Bucky Barnes figure in his original comics costume (red tights and all!) Word count/format: (photoshoot)

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Lots, lots more under the cut!

Title: Paws to Consider Creator(s): PoliZ Link: ao3 Square: Y3 - "Run." Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Steve (endgame Bucky/Steve/Tony) Warnings: n/a Major tags: Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Werewolves, Established Relationship, Polyamory Negotiations, Mutual Pining, POV Tony Stark Summary: When Tony accompanies his new friend (and sort of maybe crush) Steve on a dogsitting gig - things get complicated. Word count/format: 1101

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Title: M’Baku - K1 Creator(s): Late-to-the-party-81 Link: tumblr Square: K1 - M’Baku Rating: Mature Ship(s): Sam x Bucky Warnings: Mature Major tags: Past Bucky x M’Baku, Angst, implied sexual content Summary: Now that Sam is Captain America, and with everything that has happened recently in Wakanda, he and Bucky go on a visit. But there is one person he is worried about seeing. How will he feel? How will Sam feel? Word count/format: 1.5k

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Title: I’ll Always Be Here For You Creator(s): Rufferto Link: tumblr Square: Y1 - Winterhawk Rating: Mature Ship(s): Bucky/Clint Warnings: none Major tags: Winterhawk Hug Comfort Summary: Bucky comforts Clint after he loses someone he cares a lot about. Word count/format: Art

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Title: Of Witches, Witchers, and Werebears - Chapter 1: Enemy, Fairy Tales, and Cabbages Creator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Link: ao3 Square: C2 - Attacked by a creature Rating: Teen Ship(s): Darcy Lewis/Bucky Barnes Warnings: lost arm, animal attack, abandonment, discussion of mind control, potential betrayal Major tags: Alternative Universe, Witcher Bucky, Hydra are evil warlocks, fae Darcy, witch Darcy, Geralt needs help, Jaskier is in danger again Summary: An old friend paid Bucky a visit. The “friend” needed to talk to the White Fae Witch. Suspicious? Bucky, at least, thought so. Word count/format: 543

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Title: Of Witches, Witchers, and Werebears - Chapter 2: Fae, River, and Fire Creator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Link: ao3 Square: B4 - Picture Prompt: Bucky with his metal arm missing/ripped off Rating: Teen Ship(s): Darcy Lewis/Bucky Barnes Warnings: disorientation, lost arm, discussion of amputation, discussion of mind control, falling from a bridge, memory loss Major tags: Alternative Universe, Witcher Bucky, Hydra are evil warlocks, fae Darcy, witch Darcy Summary: Bucky woke with a startle. His left arm was missing, and the white fae witch sat in front of him. He didn't know if he should believe her or not. He couldn't even remember his own name. Word count/format: 710

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Title: Own Devices Creator(s): lillywillow Link: tumblr Square: U1 - Missing You Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky/ Female Reader Warnings: None Major tags: Pining Summary: When Bucky’s wife goes away on a mission, he’s left to entertain himself for the week, however, he can’t help pining for her Word count/format: 1350

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Title: Avengers Bodies Poster Series: Bucky Creator(s): nolanfa Link: tumblr Square: K5 - Metallurgy Rating: Gen Ship(s): N/A Warnings: none Major tags: Bucky's metal arm Summary: In a series of symbolic posters about the Avengers: Bucky's. Word count/format: 1 picture

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Title: we're all in the mood for a melody Creator(s): WC_ItalianRoast Link: ao3 Square: C3 - Free Rating: Gen Ship(s): steve/bucky Warnings: None Major tags: AU: no powers; AU: soulmates; AU: Coffeeshops Summary: Bucky Barnes attends the Stark Industries Thanksgiving party. Tony plays piano. Word count/format: 1181

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Title: a night at the bar Creator(s): zzthe69th Link: ao3 Square: K3 - Kink: Dom/sub Rating: Explicit Ship(s): James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Warnings: Daddy/boy dynamic (no age play), face slapping, punishment Major tags: Daddy Kink, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Trans Male Bucky Barnes, Trans Male Steve Rogers, AU Modern No Powers, Impact Play, BDSM Summary: It’s Daddy’s night at the local leather bar and James was supposed to be a good boy and stay home to let Daddy play. Word count/format: 6633

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Title: I see you In there Creator(s): Rufferto Link: tumblr Square: C3 - Free space Rating: Mature Ship(s): CLint Barton/Bucky Barnes Warnings: None Major tags: Eye Mask, Winterhawk Summary: As they walk down the hall, ready to face anything that is thrown at them, Clint reaches for Bucky’s hand to squeeze it and remind him that he is someone under the mask. That he is a person, not a soldier and that he is loved. Word count/format: art

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Title: How About Love? - Chapter 3 Creator(s): cable-knit-sweater Link: tumblr Square: B4 - Date in the Park Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Steve Warnings: None Major tags: Flowershop AU, First Date, shrunkyclunks Summary: Steve and Bucky finally go on a date. It’s awkward and they’re both a little nervous…until they aren’t. Word count/format: 2446

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Title: Burned Cookies Creator(s): Holylulusworld Link: tumblr Square: U2 - Exaggeration / White Lies Rating: Teen Ship(s): Tfatws!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader Warnings: nightmares Major tags: fluff Summary: You and Bucky are more than neighbors now. Word count/format: 1,4 k

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Title: Surprise from Above Creator(s): Rufferto Link: tumblr Square: U2 - Bucky/Steve Rating: Mature Ship(s): Bucky/Steve Warnings: no archive warnings apply Major tags: Bucky with his shirt off, Knife Summary: Steve is looking for Bucky who had run off after an encounter, hence his shirt half off. Bucky has gone a bit feral and Steve has to talk down his boyfriend. Word count/format: art

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Title: Collateral Damage Creator(s): LBibliophile Link: tumblr Square: K2 - Survival in the wild Rating: Gen Ship(s): N/A Warnings: N/A Major tags: Recovering/retired Bucky Barnes, ATLA references, drabble Summary: Ex-Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes has just about had it with being collateral damage for the Avengers’ latest battle. Word count/format: 100

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Title: Live. Die. Repeat. Creator(s): Girl Back There Link: tumblr Square: U2 - Resurrection Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Clint Warnings: Dying on a loop Major tags: Edge of Tomorrow AU, Time Loop, Manip, Moodboard, Drabble, Death loops Summary: How many times has Bucky gone through this? Died and then woke up back at base reliving the same day again. He has lost count now. He and Barton have been training, but the mission never goes right. They always lose. Word count/format: 100

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Title: Snowball Fight - A Dating Trouble Two Shot - Chapter 1: Artificial Snowballs Creator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Link: ao3 Square: Y3 - AU: Coffee Shop Rating: Teen Ship(s): Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Warnings: polyamory, bossy daughter, disapointment Major tags: Alternative Universe, Coffee Shop AU, Single Parent AU, No Power AU, snowball fight, Steve’s daughter Maggie Summary: Maggie planned a snowball fight. Bucky and Darcy help her. Then it started to rain. But Darcy introduced her to indoor snowball fights. Steve was sad that he couldn't spend the day of the first snow with his daughter. Word count/format: 1342

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Title: The Not so Secret Admirer - Chapter 1: Flowers & Scarfs Creator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Link: ao3 Square: U5 - Secret Admirer Rating: Mature Ship(s): Darcy Lewis/Bucky Barnes Warnings: language, sex pollen mentioned, secretiveness Major tags: Avenger Tower, Canon divergence, Idiots in love, secret admirer, Jane is nosy, matchmaking Summary: Bucky received a flower bouquet. Jarvis wouldn’t tell him from whom it was. He would solve the mystery of his secret admirer later because he had to deliver a gift from him to a certain dark-haired, bespectacled astrophysicist. Anonymously of course. Word count/format: 1127

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Title: Patience Creator(s): @jessybarnes Link: tumblr Square: Y1 - Kink: Cockwarming Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Warnings: Cockwarming, handcuffs, masturbation, unprotected sex, fingering, and drinking Major tags: Cockwarming Summary: Bucky deliberately flirts with another woman in front of you, and you decide to punish him. Word count/format: 2934

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Title: Sam dragging Bucky on social media - Part 3 Creator(s): rebelmeg Link: tumblr Square: K5 - Chore Rotation Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky & Sam Warnings: N/A Major tags: social media post, humor, roomies Summary: Sam continues to find Bucky's arm in weird places. Word count/format: N/A

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Title: Milking and Cookies Creator(s): BBD2BH Link: ao3 Square: Adopted - Exaggeration/White Lies Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky/Steve Warnings: None Major tags: Modern AU, Domestic Fluff, Prostate Milking, Floor Sex, Established Relationship Summary: If Steve wanted to bake instead of being seduced, he shouldn’t have such a perky little ass that looks amazing beneath an apron. At least, that’s Bucky’s philosophy. While Steve prepares the cookies, Bucky decides milking is in order. It seems like a perfect way to spend a cold night. Together. Naked. Happy. Word count/format: 898

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Title: Aw, Balcony, No! Creator(s): (HR)tftcw Link: ao3 Square: Y3 - Forgiveness Rating: Mature Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton Warnings: N/A Major tags: Love Confessions, Avenger Clint/Non-Avenger Bucky Summary: Fury sends Clint to tail someone with the codename: Winter Soldier, assassin for hire, and put an end to his long, alleged hit list. Somewhere amongst the intel gathering and stakeouts, Clint thinks he falls in love instead. Word count/format: 7342

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Title: Bucky Plums Photo Edit Creator(s): rebelmeg Link: tumblr Square: U3 - plums Rating: Gen Ship(s): none Warnings: None Major tags: photo edit, plum lover Bucky Summary: A trio of Bucky & plum flavored photo edits Word count/format: N/A

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Title: Ride Creator(s): HR(tftcw) Link: ao3 Square: K4 - Thighs (swapped Vulnerability) Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson Warnings: N/A Major tags: Thigh Riding, Dirty Talk, Grinding, Coming in Pants Summary: “Want something?” “Don’t stop,” Bucky demands, his eyes half-lidded, pulling Sam closer and riled up just the way Sam wanted. “Now ride.” Word count/format: 1000

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Title: Start Over Creator(s): Kinko/singthebeginningofmoana Link: ao3 Square: C1 - Fluff Rating: Teen Ship(s): James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Warnings: No Warnings Apply Major tags: Marriage Proposal, Anniversary, Arguing, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier Summary: Steve and Bucky can't agree on when their anniversary is. Fortunately, Steve has a solution. Word count/format: 749

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Title: Tempting Fate (Chapter 1: Honour) Creator(s): Otpcutie Link: tumblr Square: U3 - Hurt/comfort Rating: Mature Ship(s): Bucky/Tony Warnings: None Major tags: Medieval AU, A/B/O, Alpha Bucky, Omega Tony, mutual pining, angst, protective Bucky, emotional hurt/comfort Summary: Bucky finds Tony in his chambers, in need of comfort. Word count/format: 3.3k

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Title: How About Love? - Chapter 4 Creator(s): cable-knit-sweater Link: tumblr Square: K3 - Sunrise/Sunset Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Steve Warnings: None Major tags: Flowershop AU, Shrunkyclunks, Moving in Together, Fluff Summary: Steve and Bucky have been dating for a couple of months. Bucky thinks it’s time for the next step Word count/format: 2067

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Title: Out Came the Sunshine Creator(s): sidepartskinnyjeans Link: tumblr Square: K1 - waiting for extraction Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky x Reader Warnings: Arachnophobia Major tags: Fluff Summary: A quiet evening takes a surprising turn when a new recruit moves into the building. Or how a spider made a meet cute. Word count/format: 3773

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Title: Cute Creator(s): sidepartskinnyjeans Link: tumblr Square: B4 - Occupational Hazard Rating: Teen Ship(s): Stucky Warnings: None Major tags: Fluff Summary: The boys get dressed too quickly. Word count/format: 315

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Title: Snow Week (1. Snowed in & 4. power outage) Creator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Link: ao3 Square: B5 - Super Soldier Serum Rating: Mature Ship(s): James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis Warnings: set up, secretiveness, No Nut November, sexual frustration Major tags: Avenger Tower, Canon divergence, Idiots in love, secret admirer, Jane is nosy, matchmaking, snowed in, Steve is wound tight, Summary: Bucky and Darcy and their matchmaking friends were at Stark’s ski lodge. They were snowed in and the power went out. Bucky and Darcy smell a conspiracy. Word count/format: 1077

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Title: Inseparable on the Battle Field Creator(s): Rufferto Link: tumblr Square: K2 - Team Bonding Rating: Mature Ship(s): Steve/Bucky Warnings: guns Major tags: Guns Summary: Summary: Bucky and Steve are always together in the schoolyard and on the battlefield. Hydra Stomper wouldn’t let any harm come to Bucky. Steve remembered Bucky when they were both reunited in the future. After he remembered Bucky they bonded on the battlefield as a team again. Word count/format: art

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Title: snowed in (take two): Bucky Barnes Creator(s): WC_ItalianRoast Link: ao3 Square: Y2 - Snowed In Rating: Gen Ship(s): Gen Warnings: none Major tags: snowed in, drabble sequence, swearing Summary: Why does this always happen to Bucky? Word count/format: 500

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Title: snowed in (take two): Dr. Bruce Banner Creator(s): WC_ItalianRoast Link: ao3 Square: K4 - Bruce Banner/Hulk Rating: Gen Ship(s): Gen Warnings: none Major tags: snowed in, drabble sequence Summary: Bruce Banner is sent to Vermont on vacation. There's a cute cabin at a ski resort, with an unexpected roommate, and two feet of snow on the ground. Word count/format: 500

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Title: Secret Ingredient Creator(s): lillywillow Link: tumblr Square: K3 - Secrets Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky/ Female Reader Warnings: Mild adult suggestions, mentions of injury Major tags: Pastry Chef AU Summary: When completing a delivery for Sam, you must work together with one of your least favourite people to get the job done but things get a bit more complicated. Word count/format: 2752

#buckybarnesbingo2022 #bbb2022 #bbb weekly roundup #bbb week 31 roundup #bbb round 4

[writeroutoftime]

wip game

tagged by the lovely @ghostofskywalker, thank you!

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, then let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! 

these are going to be super random, and some of these are old requests that I need to get out. anyway, hopefully someone will find this entertaining, and let me know if you want to know more about any of these upcoming works!

bolded = personal idea

oOoOo

karen page x gn!bisexual reader

dating foggy nelson headcannons

gotta get this right (foggy nelson)

peter taking pictures of you while hanging out (tasm/tobey!peter)

secret relationship w/ foggy

pogue gang doing something nice for you as John B's sibling

thrown back in time (claire fraser)

only one bed trope (jack thompson)

idk (currently titled that lol with anthony bridgerton and a feminist reader)

teacher!steve harrington x teacher!reader

the dungeon master and the archer (eddie munson)

steve x henderson!reader

sequel to my eddie story

"I don't think I've ever seen anyone screw up something that fast before" w/ matt murdock

diego teaching you to throw darts

modern fake dating trope with anthony bridgerton

benedict being head over heels for you

like my father (steve harrington)

lazlo x reader

peter tracing equations into your skin

steve harrington getting glasses

steve harrington x reader - based on that one episode of the office

17 again series (jaskier)

anniversary (ron weasley)

fools rush in series (peter parker)

fake proposals (foggy nelson)

flower shop (40's bucky)

how long - hadestown au (tommy shelby)

la la land series (steve rogers)

tarot (matt murdock)

matt x teacher!reader

sorry (tommy shelby)

speak now (peter parker)

take it like a man (foggy nelson)

you're beautiful (tony stark)

whew, promise I'm done lol!

tagging: anyone who wants to join in!

#tag game

[regrettablewritings]

Preference: You Move In Together II

Am I reposting this? Yes. The last one had over 300 notes -- and, without any exaggeration, most of them were from bots I had to then block. Starting anew with this one, hopefully with less trouble.

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Victor Stone, Modern!Jaskier

Bruce Wayne

The subject of moving in together with Bruce had been a rather quiet affair to say the least. The average outsider probably would’ve expected something more akin to a whirlwind romance when it came to the personal life of one of the richest men in the world. This was especially given that Bruce Wayne wasn’t particularly known for having long-term relationships. So surely it was a sign when your relationship with the man persisted beyond the year mark, right?

Well, the fact of the matter was that there was no whirlwind. There wasn’t a mock proposal or even an invitation over a glass of centuries-old bourbon. And even though there had been gentle insinuations from your boyfriend that perhaps moving in might be beneficial for you, there arguably wasn’t even much of that!

Bruce never wanted to pressure you, wanting to give you all the time you needed. This wasn’t a normal relationship, after all: When you weren’t dating a billionaire, you were dating the legendary Batman. In addition to that, he also lived on the outskirts of town. The benefits of this to him were precisely that, though: They were beneficial for his specific needs. But for anyone who wasn’t him, there might be some hesitancy. And for that, he couldn’t blame them.

So your apartment remained in the picture for quite a while. But after some point, that changed. After some point, you just didn’t really go back there. Not for lack of trying, per se, but … well, it was more like a lack of interest. The little abode would always be “your place”, a little hideaway of sorts at the end of the day – almost like the modern equivalent of those Victorian era members of nobility or high-standing lineage who had summer homes on standby. Only in this case, it was more like your fabulously wealthy boyfriend was throwing a couple bucks down on the lease to keep it under your name.

But even then, when you thought about it, you weren’t entirely certain as to how necessary that even was nowadays.

Your life had shifted. It adapted.

It adapted to dating a wealthy person; it adapted to dating a nocturnal vigilante; it adapted to the odd lifestyle that still managed to squeeze itself in-between the two, creating those moments of domesticity that not everyone would’ve expected of Bruce Wayne, with or without the alter ego.

Because in your humble yet overpriced apartment, there wasn’t any waking up to the sound of Bruce showering. At your apartment, breakfast was usually whatever cheap item you’d grabbed at the convenience store, rather than an invitation to brunch or a homecooked meal, courtesy of Alfred. For that matter, at your apartment, there wasn’t any Alfred to trade banter with. There wasn’t any minimalism to gripe about and try and cover up with your “personal touch”. There weren’t large button-down shirts and slacks with timeless stitching and designs to sort through in the laundry. There wasn’t a Bruce to wait up at night for and greet upon his return, all bleary-eyed and cloaked in a comforter.

Or the smell of Bruce’ aftershave wafting in the morning air, or his favorite mug perched on the countertop, or the warmth of waking up in Bruce’s protective hold …

They couldn’t have been at the apartment; all of that was here. This was your home now. This was your life now.

Victor Stone

According to statistics, moving is one of the most stressful events in a person’s life. But Victor had grown up in that Downtown Gotham apartment: He knew every nook and cranny, every scuffed and creaky floorboard or cabinet, how to work the renovated shower, which spots had better phone reception, et cetera. At the end of the day, the bones were still there.

The spirit, however, was not.

And that’s what made simply being there feel just as though the young man were now living in an entirely new house.

Before, a family had been there. A shaky one, perhaps, but a family nonetheless. But now it was just him. Him, his memories, and the many reminders that decorated its walls, rested in closets, remained scattered on dressers and bathroom counters in the same position they had assumed the day they had been tossed there.

That alone was enough cause for stress. But adding on to the list of changes was the fact that before all of that had even happened, he had assumed a powerful, mechanized body. One which, after said changes, had been used to thwart an apocalyptic takeover. So yeah: Suffice to say, Victor’s inner life and “home life” (if it could even be called that) were at odds when the dust finally began to settle.

Inside, Victor was a whirlwind of emotions. There was the grief that he sometimes did and sometimes didn’t know how well he was handling; there were questions of where to go from hereon out; there were the moments that occurred in-between his new life as a part-time hero; there was you, his supportive but nonetheless surely exhausted partner … All the while, the apartment felt comparatively empty.

Quiet. Foreign. Cold. Unwelcoming.

Even though the walls and hall tables were lined with pictures of him pre-accident, Victor felt like he was a stranger in his own “home”. And even though he wasn’t exactly fond of being looked at (seriously, this was Gotham City, home to a mafioso juggalo and a lady obsessed with cats, what made him so strange?), Victor preferred to wander the streets than to stay in that place for too long.

It worried you.

Victor could take care of himself, of course, and it wasn’t as though he needed to sleep anymore, anyway. In a way, the purposes for which the average person required a structural home were practically obsolete to someone like Victor. It was his humanity that assured that the strained ties to it hadn’t yet severed.

But the unhealthiness seeped through like a gas leak. And for as caring as your boyfriend was, sharing his emotions or sentimentality had never exactly been his strongest suit, just as direct confrontation wasn’t especially yours. Besides, there was no easy approach to such a very specific, very tender circumstance. So for all you could do, you simply did what you could.

Really, the main reason he’d granted you a spare key in the first place was in the event that he needed to go out of town for a mission: You’d simply check on the place, make sure nobody was doing anything shady in or around, etc. He even once joked about buying a plant for you to plantsit despite his own lack of personal interest. But he never objected to you doing more with the key, or showing up even with him still being in town.

Sure, Victor might come home to find the place freshened up, the tables and picture frames dusted, a Glade plug-in restored, and so on. But he also could sometimes come to find other things.

He might’ve raised a brow when he took note of you plopping a duffel bag of clothes on the living room carpet, but he didn’t question it; he didn’t feel the need to. Nor did Victor question why he would come home to find you watching movies, huddled up in one of his old Gotham U jerseys. He didn’t give you an exasperated sigh whenever you’d stop by, sheepishly asking him for help studying for a course, and he didn’t usher you out whenever the desire to wander the streets hit him.

The cabinets had been cleared out when it became apparent that Victor no longer needed to eat. But with you around, they slowly became a bit more full with your favorite snacks and ingredients. Nothing like they had been before the accident, of course, but the difference was there. Soaps and shampoos and conditioners lined the bathroom once more, towels joined in the laundry for the first time in ages, dishes were being used yet again. It was as if life within the apartment had been restored. Something in there was alive.

In hindsight, Victor felt silly for not having noted it when it first started to happen. But then again, in the hindsight of that realization, it began to make more sense: Your presence there just felt … normal. Like you were supposed to be there. Sure, your face wasn’t captured in framed photos depicting family vacations or trips to the zoo, but you fit into the abode just as anything else from before had.

Which was why one morning, after spending the entire night wandering the city, Victor didn’t find it strange to return home and find you there. The suns rays were just stretching into the dimly-lit kitchen, where you had been making waffles from scratch. The sink was full of messy bowls and utensils, of which he could trust that you’d handle later. Meanwhile, you were perched at the counter, offering him the best smile one could give while drowsy and with waffles in the cheeks.

Despite everything that had happened to him over the course of the last few years, it still occasionally startled Victor to realize just how much could shift in less than a minute. The accident had happened in less than a minute; his body’s reform, despite feeling like an agonizing eternity, had occurred just short of a minute; the reversing of time seemed to be a matter of mere seconds from his end.

And despite having not been back for even a minute, that was the moment it clicked with Victor: For the first time in a long while, he was beginning to feel like he had arrived back home. Maybe not completely and truly immersed by it, no.

But at least his foot was toeing the threshold.

Modern!Jaskier

It wasn’t a sprawling mansion, that was for sure. It wasn’t even some sweetass, chic condo. Those, you told him, could wait. In the meantime, rather than splurging his steadily growing income as an up-and-coming musician, a nice, simple apartment would be more than enough to make do.

He pouted about it, of course: In spite of how he acted, Jaskier still came from wealth and although he didn’t miss the formalities and expectations that had accompanied it, he still missed the more pleasurable features like large rooms and fanciful foods. More importantly, he wanted to share the niceties with you. (Though, given what you knew of your boyfriend, it was probably a bit more accurate to phrase it as “he wanted to show it off to you”.)

Now, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t see the appeal in living in a more spacious house – hell, living in a place that wasn’t rented! The freedom to paint the walls and make renovations as you deemed appropriate, not needing to worry about a security deposit … You wouldn’t say that you drooled over images from Pinterest depicting craft rooms and guestroom setups or even roomy bathrooms, but it would’ve been rather nice if standing in the kitchen didn’t put you at risk of hearing somebody blowing up the nearby bathroom.

However, you were also the more grounded between the two of you. More practical. Jaskier preferred to drone that you a fun-sucker, but you knew you were in the right: If he didn’t want to end up washed up and bankrupt by his 30s like countless other musicians, then delayed gratification was the way to go!

He dragged his heels about it, the drama queen, all too ready to make a big stink out of it. He sang about it, even, spending the first three weeks after moving in sitting on the futon (your order from IKEA hadn’t come in yet) and plucking the strings alongside musical complaints about how tiny and ridiculous the place was.

It’s annoying, of course, and you won’t lie: Even if he means it in good fun, it frustrates you. You both agreed that until things really began to pick up, this was how things would have to be. You needed a place both of you could afford and as shitty as this place was compared to the subdivision he’d grown up in, this was it.

… But of course, the annoyance doesn’t really last for long. Jaskier wears his heart on his sleeve, after all, and he’s never been particularly good at hiding intrigue. Beneath all that whining, you can tell that, in some way, he’s also having fun.

The wifi that is inconsistent with how wack it is; the questionable wifi domain names (seriously, you kinda want to meet whoever calls their wifi PrettyFly4AWifi or Tiffany’s Slut Dungeon); your loudass neighbors who get way too intense on game night; questioning if there’s such a thing as depending too heavily on breakfast-for-dinner; zhoozhing up ramen cups with hotdog wieners or hot sauce; that funky water pressure – they all make it into that song of his that he’s always singing. And others. He tells you it’s a concept album and while part of you thinks he’s joking, the amount of times you’ve returned home or walked in on him scribbling lyrics or testing them out tells you that he isn’t.

It’s kinda just what he does: Yeah, he’ll whine for a bit, but somehow he’s going to make an adventure out of his circumstances. He has to. After all, what could be more adventurous than starting a new chapter of one’s life? Not only that, but a chapter with somebody they love?

Together, you’ll conquer the vicious staircases when the elevator is acting slow. You’ll fight to claim use of an empty washer and dryer in the laundry room. You’ll triumph in perfecting not only your grocery budget, but also in actually using those items to cook instead of relying on delivery so damn much. You’ll figure this and more out together.

And frankly … Yeah, it does make the place feel a bit more cozy. (But the moment the chance to move on up happens, you’re fucking taking it –)

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[moonlights-inkwell]

Come On, Rip My Clothes Off

Modern! Jaskier x Reader

Word Count: 1635

Summary: When your boyfriend told you he was dropping out of university to start a band, you expected a lot of things. This was not one of them.

A/N: Really, I have no excuse for this one. It’s straight up some mindless smut, but like. Modern. It was a good enough distraction from the like... 3 unfinished serieses I have. Rip. It’s modern and junk, but I’m still seeing this reader as the same as the one in the rest of my fics. Enjoy the smut.

Title from Wild Blue Yonder

Warnings: Smut. Fingering. Slight dirty talk. Jokes about foot fetishes. Explicit mention of Jaskier having an exhibition kink.

When your boyfriend said he was dropping out of university to start a band you expected a few things. One was moving out of your flat to find a smaller one that would be easier to afford on one pay check. Another was to spend too many nights hanging about in dive bars to listen to him strum away at that guitar, listening to honeyed words and watching ringed fingers move over the frets at speeds while trying not to focus on the silly Bart Simpson sticker in the lower corner. The thing you expected the least, however, is exactly what's happening to you now: being fingered in the back of a tour bus.  

The tour bus itself you probably could have guessed. Jaskier is overwhelmingly talented, you knew he would do well with music, even if his stupid song about his weird best friend hadn't gone viral and ended up on Billboard's Hot 100. The fingering too was always on the cards, but the two together? No. You never would have assumed that was on the cards. It seemed too much like something from one of those tabloid magazines piled up by the self-checkout in any store, kinda fantastical and something that happens to other people, not you. You work in a bar between classes, and girls like you don’t have this happen to you, but it’s happening none the less. It’s dizzying, but not as dizzying as his fingers are.  

His fingers, stupidly talented fingers, are moving at such a lazy pace you could cry, alternating between crooking and scissoring the digits as if you both have all the time in the world. You guess you do. It was a good show, and his hand is moving at a pace that would make that clear even if you hadn’t been watching the whole thing. He takes his time after shows where everything goes as they should, still riding the high of screams of his name. Thrusting and spreading fingers, moving and searching for your g-spot, have you trying to cover your mouth, but he pulls your hand away with his free one to press sweet kisses to your palm. A jacket, gaudy and dyed a mint green with pins and badges along the lapels, is on the floor at your feet; it had served as a pathetic attempt to at least vaguely mask what is going on between the two of you while Geralt had been searching for his own jacket before going to meet his not-quite-girlfriend. He had figured out what had been going on, you suppose, seeing as he had made a sharpish exit after you had moaned but Jaskier had pushed his tongue into your mouth by that point, and maybe he just thought the two of you were very into kissing. It wouldn’t be the first time it had ever happened.

Performer that he is, Jaskier's got an exhibition kink a mile wide, one you know all too well.  

First year, when he was dorming with a prick called Valdo Marx, Jaskier made it his mission in life to make you cum until you screamed every time you had sex. Second year had seen you and him fucking in the untouched music theory section of the Oxenfurt library so often that you’re still surprised you weren’t caught. But those were different; you hadn’t given a shit about if Valdo Marx knew that Jaskier could make you cum six times in one night and knew there were no cameras in the dingy third floor corner that housed music books that no one ever came looking for. Here though? Here is something completely different. Even with the tour bus being empty you feel far too exposed.  

“God, Little Miss, you’re fuckin' soaked.” He sighs out, rubbing the heel of his palm into your clit leisurely. You are. Each ministration of his fingers has a soft moan coming from you. He’s grinning, ocean-eyes glittering at the sight of what he's doing to you, and you don’t know if you want to kiss or kill him. “You really must have liked the show.” You did, but that wasn’t the point. It wasn’t even the show you had enjoyed, not really, it was the sight of Jaskier strutting about on stage: glowing from the pure joy of performing, winking in your direction with every song, the gruff way his voice turned to a growl in songs about your sex life. He’s a god, an idiot and everything in-between, and you have absolutely no idea what the fuck you must have done in a past life to deserve him.  

“Fuck off, Julian.” Is all you can manage in response before another moan is torn from you, muffled by you biting your lip. You don’t need to be quiet, not now, all of his band mates and security have long since left the bus, but still you’re determined to be quiet.

Quiet infuriates him. He cannot stand the quiet, you think it’s the musician in him that just can’t let the quiet be, he spends so much time making noises with his hands- drawing beautiful sounds from every instrument he ever touches. Being silent is rebellion, to encourage him to try harder, so he does. A hand, soft but firm, pushes you onto your back- and when you glance to him, he’s smirking down at you, like how a dog eyes a steak before devouring it. The look would be enough to make a weaker woman worried, but you know it all too well, know those cornflower eyes and the path they always take from your own eyes to your tits and then down to your cunt, how to roaming of his eyes has his pupils growing wider and darker. Feral. Your thighs are pushed up without warning, pressed into your stomach while those clever fingers are tugging your jeans and panties down so he can see you fully. A gentle breeze passes across your soaked slit, which makes you shiver and Jaskier grin. The position is not the most comfortable in the world, but it’s worth it when you hear the weak moan that comes from the man leering over you; dazed and grinning at the sight of your soaked sex.  

“Melitele's tits, Dear Heart, you’re fucking beautiful.”  

“Flatterer.”  

“No, just a man with eyes.” He smiles and thrusts his fingers back into you, struggling to remove your jeans with one hand. “A man lucky enough to have you, Little Miss.”

He’s forgotten your shoes, the muttered curses he lets out when he gets your clothes down to your ankles makes it obvious and you laugh. Of course, he did. Of fucking course he forgot about your shoes. He’s been all over you from the moment he got off stage, but now he’s found an obstacle, and it was entirely because he didn’t give you a second to kick off your boots.  

The laughter dies on your tongue though when he slaps your thigh playfully. He’s trying to look indignant, but you can see the smile in his eyes even if it doesn’t quite reach his lips yet. It isn’t enough power to hurt, but it is enough to make you stop laughing and smile up at him.

“Are you laughing at me, Little Miss?”  

“I don’t know. Did you forget I had shoes on?”  

He flushes at that, gnawing at his bottom lip before thrusting a finger towards your face as fingers inside of you crook; drawing out a loud moan both from shock and pleasure.  

“Sorry I care more about making you cum than I do about you having shoes on. It would be weirder if I spent my time staring at your feet, don’t you think?”  

He’s right, but you just moan again and grab at his wrist. Crooking fingers finally hit that spot deep within you, your thighs shake and eyes roll back slightly.  

“There she is.” Jaskier coos, and you feel your boots be pulled from your feet, one by one, followed finally by your pants. “You close, Dear Heart?”  

“Yes...”  

“Oh I know, darling. I can feel you, you’re so fucking tight.” He leans over you and presses his lips to the crook of your neck. “Do you wish it was my cock, Little Miss? My cock just slamming into you while you grip me so fucking tight.” How his words are enough to have you teetering on the brink of oblivion is confusing but you can’t afford it any thought, no all you can do is chase his fingers with your hips, desperately trying to reach that perfect, blissful high. “I wish it was too, Dear Heart.”

“Jaskier-"  

“Or my mouth on you. You always did say I had a smart mouth. Could just lie down and let you just... use my mouth until you cum, so I can flip you over and make you cum, over. And over again.”  

His fingers slow slightly, but there's so much more power in the thrusts now, clearly trying to send you over the edge. He’s hitting your g-spot over, and over, unyielding and unwavering. You’re close. So close, just a little more is all you need. For him to just duck his head down, lather his tongue across your clit and show you how that little death feels once more but...

He stops.  

“Jaskier!” You almost shout at him, moving towards him only for him to grasp the back of your head and kiss you- bypassing any nicety to push his tongue into your mouth and tugging you onto his lap. Cold, rough denim drags across your naked sex, and you remember suddenly how naked you are in comparison to him.  

“I want you to cum on my tongue or on my cock.”  

It’s going to be a long night.  

#jaskier x reader #jaskier imagine #jaskier smut #jaskier x y/n #jaskier x you #Modern!Jaskier x reader

[aliasimagines]

constantly being featured on his social media platforms, whether you like it or not

spending rainy nights inside, under fluffy blankets watching cartoons

him teaching you how to play the lute if you want

him constantly flirting and using pick up lines on you, no matter how long you've been dating

once a month you have geralt and yennifer over for movie night and it always turns out to be hilarious "i'm picking the movie this time!" jaskier practically cheered to himself as he jumped up from the couch to find a film. Geralt grunted throwing his head backwards. "Not again... If you put on a disney movie or a rom com once again, i swear to god i'll kill you"

he is confident af but sometimes he just needs to be held and told how amazing he really is

he probably has notebooks full of songs, ballads and stories just about you

him calling you his muse. and sweetheart and darling and love and dove and every tooth-rotting sweet nickname he can find

he sometimes leaves for a few days to accompany geralt on his big foot hunts. jask does not believe in any of those urban creatures geralt is looking for but "hey, this could make a good song." and also "he has booze" and of course "it's a great adventure!"

concert dates

drunk philosophic conversations at 2am

he sings you a lot., at night, during long car rides, in the bath, while cooking...etc. really just everywhere, everytime.

him barfing out random history facts all the time

he loves books but can't stay still for long so you read for him sometimes

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[writingmysanity]

Current Fics waiting to be written

Eskel x reader “I thought you were dead” when Eskel comes to visit the reader after some time. @seidenbros

Eskel x plus-sized!reader (fluff) “I’m afraid you will end up seeing me the way I see myself” @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

Eskel x reader “I remember kissing you. Why do I remember kissing you?” @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

Take me to Church Part 2 (ME)

one where they are secretly in love with each other. Her family is destroyed and almost dies herself. At first, she believes him to hate her but then cliche moments happen. She saves his life and he confesses his love for her. Additional, kissing in the rain. Prompt number 18: “anger will help you survive, yes, but only for a while. Then it eats you alive.” Prompt number 55: “Kiss me” @screechingdreamercollectorsblog

Gerskier unexpected parents!Au @thesleepy1

Soft Eskel having little Ciri as a helper in the garden @sulkyskywalker

Eskel x reader “You’re sleeping with me tonight” In order to keep her warm because it is freezing cold @seidenbros

Modern!Eskel Vigilante soulmate!au

Eskel x reader Arranged marriage!au

If you have requested something and do not see it here, please send me a message. Tumblr probably ate the request.

I am working on all of them currently- I am hoping to catch up on them all this coming week <3 I am sorry for the wait many of you have been having to deal with!! You're all amazing and thank you so much for your patience. All of these have been started- I just like to take more time on requests than I do on my own little ficlets.

If you have any other concerns, please message me! My messages are always open.

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[multific]

Sweet Cherry

Jaskier x Reader

Modern!AU

Request: Hey! I loved your modern! Au fic called “Cherry” 🍒 Could I request a sequel to the story where Jaskier is still in the band, and he proposes/asks the reader to marry him, please?

Part 1

Dating was Jaskier had it's ups and downs.

Not taking his job into consideration, he could be the sexiest most mature male you have ever met or basically a child. He liked to be playful, whine and demanded kisses all the time. You didn't mind it, you loved him, even if he sometimes annoyed you a bit.

Every single night, he would sing to you. You would lay on his chest, his fingers running up and down your back as he softly sang your favourite songs. He would write at least a dozen songs about you. 

When your relationship went public, his fans were a bit disappointed that their favourite singer was taken, but seeing him be so happy, they quickly accepted you. 

He would post so many social media pictures of you, about you, and with you. Jaskier would be extremely proud of your relationship and that he found you. And one day, he shook the whole world when he posted a pictures with a male hand a smaller one, a huge diamond ring on your finger with the caption:

She said yes!

***

That day started off like any other when Jaskier wasn't on tour. You had the day off, so you two could spend some time together. Jaskier said that he had plans for the whole day, and you couldn't wait.

You found him in the kitchen making breakfast, thankfully he was doing sandwiches so you didn't have to call the fire department this time.

"Good morning, My Love!"

"Morning, Honey. What do you have there?"

"Ham and cheese."

“Thank you, Jaskier.”

The two of you ate in silence, watching the Tv as some random movie played. You waited to hear his plans for the day.

Once you finished the sandwiches and he washed the dishes, he spoke up about the plan.

“So, since it’s quite a sunny day, my plan for today was, first we go to the Zoo, I heard they have some baby lions and tigers, then we can go and have some fast food for lunch, then I planned on going to that garden you talked about all week. For dinner, I had a table reserved for us in that lovely restaurant we went to on our first date. How does that sound?”

“Sounds amazing! Thank you for planning everything out!”

“Of course!”

He watched as you rushed back to the bedroom, getting ready for the day.

***

The weather was perfect for a walk in the Zoo, and after getting your tickets, both of you were super excited.

It’s been a while since you went to the Zoo, and even if Jaskier had to wear sunglasses and a hat the whole time to hide his identity, some fans still recognized him. He took pictures with them, gave them autographs. And surprisingly all of them were respectful. They didn’t follow you around or took sneaky pictures which you were grateful for. 

You had a really great time during lunch as well.

The whole day was just pure perfection.

Now, you were ready to head to the restaurant. 

The place was very special for the two of you, after all it was the very place he brought you on your first ever date.

You could tell he was planning something. He was nervous, fidgety and he talked over himself. You jut couldn’t find out what he was hiding. But you didn’t let your mind wander and make up stuff.

And as dessert approached, you were positive your mind was making things up.

And then, he started talking.

Jaskier talked about his love for you, your love for him and how incredibly happy you made him. If you were honest with yourself your mind lost control after you saw him kneeling in front of you, holding a velvet box out.

As he opened it, the most beautiful diamond ring was in it. And an even more important question was hanging in the air. You felt the people around you holding their breath, but you couldn’t hear anything besides your heart beating. And one thing you were certain of, that your heart was beating for him.

“Yes.” 

The answer left your mouth, and you didn’t have to think about it. He made you extremely happy, he made you feel safe and loved. You wanted that for the rest of your life. You wanted him, to be there with him, for him. You loved the idea of a future with this incredible man.

And although you never really heard him as the question due to your shock, you knew what the ring was for.

You heard other clapping around, congratulating, but all you could focus on was the perfect man in front of you who just placed the ring on your finger.

“I love you, My Sweet Cherry.”

He said before his lips met yours.

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Breathe

 part 1

Just a little modern continent mafia arranged marriage au i had in my head. so far a smut one-shot, dunno if i'll continue.

Arranged marriage between my OC Lizzy (Often referred to by a pet name so it can also be read as Geralt x Reader) and mob!boss Geralt.

Summary: Lizzy is the daughter of a mob boss, kept out of the business, growing up as her daddy's little girl. When Lizzy and Jaskier's father dies, another clan starts to invade the Pankratzes' territorium. An arranged marriage to Geralt of Rivia is the only way to save both of the families' businesses from the new clan. Lizzy is okay with that, her fiancé is a handsome man, the only problem is: Lizzy is very shy, and literally unable to breathe, evertime she meets Geralt's eyes. He has an idea how to fix that.

Warnings: findering, powerplay, dom/sub relationship (not that heavy in the first part), male!dom, fem!sub, light bondage, multiple orgasms, loss of virginity, age gap (not that big), arranged marriage

Word count: about 7,000

Constructive criticism always welcome : )

This is for @princess-of-riviaa

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I had never expected for it to go like this. Even though family is important in our business, marrying for love was rarely a given. I had always thought that I would be spared. I have always been my ‘daddy’s little girl’. He kept me out of the business, so I couldn’t know that my family was on the brink of ruin when he died, three months ago.

Now that he’s dead and my older brother Julian - nicknamed Jaskier – is in charge, struggling to find his footing, with another clan was pushing us back, out of our territories. Yes, us. Not only my family is affected by this new clan. Lyria is divided into two halves, one run by my family, the Pankratzes; the other half was run by my future husband, Geralt of Rivia.

This leads me back to him. Every thought that I have leads me to the same thing – or person. Him.

Our marriage is more or less arranged. Jaskier had suggested that should our families unite we could push back the new clan, since he doesn’t know how to do it on his own, our father having left behind only a little group men. Who suggested that it would be best to do so through a marriage, I don’t know, but I know that somebody set us up. Well, Geralt had told me on our very first date.

In total, there had been four. Geralt is a busy man and he doesn’t have much for me except for meetings he holds with my brother. On the dates we had though, he had been a total gentleman, pulling out chairs in fancy restaurants and all that stuff.

I have no reason to complain, even though I feel like I’m too young to marry. I just turned twenty-one, while my fiancé was at the end of his twenties. The age gap doesn’t bother me too much, but thanks to how my dad treated me my entire life, I still don’t really feel like an adult, but more like an old teenager.

But I could also have it so much worse. My fiancé is, luckily, a total sweetheart – at least to me. This is not usual for a mob boss, especially not for one who took over for his father at the tender age of nineteen.

He is also very handsome, not that I pay too much attention to that, but it’s a benefit having a caring AND handsome man at your side, who will also become the most powerful man in Lyria someday. If I am more or less required to marry that man, then it’s good that he is nice. He is tall, at least 6’ 1” and broad, strong muscles not hidden by his tailored three-piece suits – making me feel tiny every time I stand next to him, with my total height of 5’5”. He has silvery-white hair that reaches down to his shoulders – weird for a man of his age, but, I don’t know, I found that extremely sexy. Strong jaw and cheekbones make his face look like chiselled to perfection by the gods themselves – and it probably is. And his eyes, oh his eyes. Every time I look at them, I forget how to breathe. The intensity of his stare makes my lungs stop working. Like literally, I have to look away if I don’t want to suffocate, if only that wasn’t so hard. They are golden, like liquid honey, shining with a glint of amusement every time I’m near him – he likes making me flustered. And I drown in his eyes. Every. Single. Time.

That is another reason I’m not so sure about the wedding; I’m still in the phase of the relationship where I blush and giggle at everything he says, unable to look at him for too long if I want to breathe. I like him, maybe even love him already, but I still feel like we’re moving too fast; our entire relationship developed within the last two months!

He on the other hand is so confident, about our relationship as well as his business, but he leaves me my space, realizing that I am not completely ready. He doesn’t force me to do anything –we only ever kissed twice, on our last two dated, when he dropped me off at my house – and I’m thankful for that. I said he’s sweet.

But he can also be oh so authoritarian. Ever since we got engaged, my brother lets me participate in meetings of the two bosses, because, the way Jaskier sees it, as a mob boss’ wife I have to at least know what’s going on in our territory. Geralt, to me, seems like he would rather I remain in that bubble of innocence I was brought up in, but he respects my wish to be informed about the business. It’s the reason I have to marry him (so early in our relationship) after all.

So, back to the meetings… they argue a lot, but never too serious; Jaskier being inexperienced and acting how our father would want him to, and Geralt all professional and knowing full well what to do. And, oh gods, when he speaks all serious about the business, or commanding  his men, it makes my innocent virgin mind wander places my father would be very disappointed about.

But what can I do? That handsome man’s deep voice booming through the room, telling my brother to let him handle the situation, that he knows what to do. Ugh. It makes me clench my thighs together, and as this happens a lot, by now I know he had noticed. I see it in the little side-glances he gives me then, trying to supress a smirk but failing. When that happens I would realize that I had been staring, lower my gaze to my lap or shoes and blush violently. And he knows full well what he’s doing to me; enjoys it, even.

We are over at his house now; the three of us in his large office, for a change not discussing business, but our upcoming wedding. It would be in a two weeks at Geralt’s residence. Part of me is excited. I can’t wait to finally be his. Another part dreads the day I would be married off to a man I barely know. This combination makes my head spin.

All of the sudden, the murmur of conversation stops.

“Lizzy? Liz!” I hear my brother’s voice calling out, ripping me from my trance. I look up at him to see both men staring at me, expectantly. Jaskier has his arms outstretched to his sides in a questioning gesture standing in front the big desk, while Geralt is seated behind it in his chair, still so tall and broad, facing me and arching a perfect eyebrow. My breath hitches at the sight and I feel so tiny sitting on the office couch, blushing like the virgin I am under the stare of this perfect and dominant man.

Tearing my eyes from my fiancé to my brother, I just shoot him a questioning look. He pinches the bridge of his nose, fed up with my lack of concentration.

“Your dress…” he sighs exasperatedly.

Geralt only smirks, knowing that whatever the exact reason I hadn’t been paying attention, he had been big part of it.

“Oh, err, yes… my dress. It arrived yesterday, along with the shoes and the jewellery. Everything fits perfectly,” I stuttered out, hoping it was the answer he expected. Jaskier sighed, letting his shoulders drop and turned to face Geralt.

“A hopeless case,” he mutters to himself. It wasn’t the answer he wanted.

“Oh, we know, sweetheart,” my fiancé’s voice rumbled through my entire body, making me shiver slightly.

I look up at him, signifying that he had my attention, but not meeting his eyes, not wanting to suffocate. And when he looks at me with his brow arched like that, an arrogant smirk plastered on his face, I sure as hell wouldn’t be able to breathe. I concentrate on his lips instead – plush and pink – remembering what they had felt like against my own and wondering how they’d feel against other parts of my skin. My own thoughts cause my blush to deepen. I avert my eyes from his lips, trying to get rid of my thoughts. My eyes landed on his hands, clasped together, his slightly stubbled chin resting on top.

No! No, Lizzy, you will not wonder how they’d feel like around your throat or grabbing your hips so tight it’ll leave bruises. I repeat: you will not!

“The question was,” he continues, the smirk now stretching to a cocky smile, again knowing full well what he does to me, “when you’ll bring it all over, seeing that the wedding will be held here. It would only make sense for you to get ready here as well.” He explains it as if I was stupid.

“I-I’ll have it brought over here tomorrow,” I try to sound confident but fail miserably. This man’s effect on me makes me want to hate him, honestly, just that I can’t. Usually I’m not a girl to be at a loss of words – in any situation – my father having raised me sheltered, yes, but into a confident young woman. But around Geralt my mind goes blank.

“No offence to your men,” Geralt speaks up again, directed at Jaskier. “But,” he turns his head back to me, “would you really trust anyone other than yourself with this important task? I have heard that women tend to be very sentimental about their wedding dresses.”

There was something else behind his suggestion, but I couldn’t quite figure out what. Was it desire? Lust even? Was he tired of waiting?

My thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Come in,” Geralt’s voice booms. Again, I clench my thighs together at the command that isn’t even directed towards me.

The door opens and two men enter, holding a third between them. The third man is blindfolded and struggling against the other men’s grip, a bruise forming on his jaw as blood trickles down his nose and lip, staining the grey carpet.

Geralt knits his eyebrows together. This simple change of his expression makes the gorgeous man look intimidating already.

“Very sorry to interrupt, Sir. We caught him stealing goods,” explains one of the men.

Geralt sighs and rises to his feet. “Get him to the basement. I’ll deal with him once I’m done here,” he commands.

His voice is cold. It makes me recall why his men called him ‘The Butcher’. He may be sweet when it comes to me, polite when he talks to my brother, but when it’s about business he is coldblooded, calculating and merciless.

The men nod and drag the thief behind them, leaving the room.

Geralt speaks up again, warmth returning to his voice as he addresses Jaskier and me, “I’m afraid we have to cut this short. Seems like I have … business to attend to.”

He walks over to my brother, shaking his hand. “Sorry I can’t show you out. Until next time, Julian.” Jas returns the farewell and then Geralt walked towards me.

I rise to my feet at his approach, only to almost fall back as he stops less than a foot in front of me. I lower my gaze, but he lifts his hand to place his thumb and index finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. He stares down into my eyes, smiling when he hears my breath catch in my throat, sees my chest stop moving and the pulse in my neck quicken.

“And we’ll see each other tomorrow, my sweet,” he whispers, the low rumble of his voice making me shiver as I struggle to breathe. He chuckles at that and leans down to press a kiss to my cheek. I feel my face burn as he steps back. “Good night, darling,” he says sweetly as he leads me to the door, a hand on the small of my back, making my skin tingle, Jaskier following.

“Night…  Geralt,” I breathe out, now finally able to, not trusting my voice to be any louder.

Jaskier leads the way towards the big entrance of Geralt’s mansion. Behind us, I hear his steps echoing on the stone floor as he makes his way towards the basement.

Once we reach home, it’s late and I go to my room immediately, undress and fall into my bed, not bothering to put on pyjamas. I fall into a dreamless sleep.

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When I wake up the next morning, it feels as if only minutes had passed since I got into bed. Stretching and yawning, I drag my feet over the floor towards my bathroom and get ready for the day. I get into the shower and think about everything that could happen today.

I’m nervous. No, I am beyond nervous. That glint I had seen in his eyes yesterday, when he forced me to look at him, stealing the air out of my lungs, I can identify it now. It was desire.

This will be the first time in a while that it was just Geralt and I, alone, and I’m anxious about what he has planned. What will happen? What are his plans exactly? Surely not getting the wedding dress and everything to his place, I could bring that stuff when I get there on the day of our wedding. So, why is he so keen to get me come over?

Stepping out of the shower, I spread my favourite lotion on my freshly shaven skin, hoping it would moisturise it enough not to form dry spots or pimples as my skin usually tended to. Once I’m completely done getting ready, I collect everything I would wear at the wedding – dress, shoes, jewellery, and yes, also lingerie – and make my way towards the garage, loaded with three big boxes and a garment bag. I pick the SUV, hoping it would be big enough to transport everything wrinkle-free. In the kitchen, I find our driver and tell him which car.

“We’ll leave at noon,” I tell him and go back to my room. I know I should stay in the kitchen and eat something, but I’m just too nervous. So nervous that I’m afraid I could throw everything back up if I ate something.

My nerves are now fluttering, but there’s no turning back from what was going to happen in two weeks, no delaying. A few minutes before noon, I get up from my bed and give me a once-over in the mirror. I look and smell good; this fact gives me at least a little confidence. I smile and make my way to the garage once again, bumping into my brother on the way.

“Text me when you’re there,” is all he says before continuing his way to his office. After a few steps, he stops and calls out for me. “Hey! And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he adds with a wink.

I blush and look to the floor. There is little he wouldn’t do when a handsome man or beautiful woman is involved. I keep walking and soon enough reach the car.

“Where to?” the driver asks.

“Geralt,” was all I manage to say, now that I can’t hide from my fate anymore.

It’s not that I don’t like him, or don’t want to marry him, but the thought of only the two of us alone… I don’t know. I’m scared to embarrass myself in front of him. He can be intimidating; both in the violent way – as I was just reminded yesterday – but also because he’s so much more experienced than I am. I grew up sheltered, was home-schooled, never had contact to men other than my family and our, err, staff. He on the other hand sure must have had a fair share of relationships, or flings at least.

“Miss, we’ve arrived.” The driver’s voice rips me from my thoughts.

“Thank you,” I whisper as I text Jaskier that I had arrived safely. “Can you wait here? I’m sure it won’t take long.”

“Sure, Miss. Do you want help with the dress?”

“No,” I give him a smile through the rear-view mirror. “I’ll be fine by myself. Thank you.”

Or, at least I hope so. I pull the boxes from the trunk and make my way towards the big entrance door.

Before I can knock, it opens to reveal on of Geralt’s men. With an ‘Allow me, Miss’ and ‘follow me’ he takes the garment bag from me and leads me inside, up the big, modern staircase and along a long corridor. He stops outside the door at the far end, knocking twice, sharply so.

“Enter.” I hear the familiar, stern voice call out.

The man opens the door and motions for me to go in. “Sir, your fiancée,” he announces from behind me.

I step further into the room. The first thing I notice is the large bed; not the owner of the deep, rich voice that has my knees go weak, who’s standing by the equally large couch in front of a modern styled fireplace. No, It’s the bed. We are in his bedroom! My nerves flutter.

Geralt only chuckles as he walks towards me, stopping right in front of me and reaching out for the man still standing in the doorway, taking the dress from him. My breath hitches at the proximity. I can smell his musk – mint and pine and him – and feel the heat radiating off his body. A shiver runs up my spine as a patch in my panties starts to dampen. Shit, keep it together, Liz!

“Thank you,” he directs at the man, who then leaves, shutting the door.

“You’re staring.” I hear him chuckle yet again. Making me flustered is a game to him, I suppose. I’m not staring at him, though. I’m staring at the bed.

“Wh-why are we i-in here?” I stutter, “Th-the whole house is-is yours. Why the bed-bedroom?”

“Hmm, sweetheart. I think you know, given you can’t stop staring,” the deep, rumbling voice fills the air. “But most of all –” he shrugs, “– Privacy.”

I finally tear my gaze off the bed and to the owner of the voice.

“You said you’d wait.” My voice is small, nothing more than a squeak, as I put the boxes of shoes and jewellery down on the couch table, while Geralt puts the garment bag away into the closet.

“Yes, I know. I did. But that was before I saw you clench your legs at everything I say, sweetheart. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I can see you want this.” He walks back towards me and grabs my face, gentle yet determined, lifting my chin to meet his gaze. “And yet, you can’t look me in the eye.”

His eyes are dark with lust now, a mischievous glint in them. I feel my breathing stop, swallowing hard. He smirks.

“Hmm, I can see why.”

But he doesn’t let go of my face, forcing me to stare back at him. When he finally lets go, I tear my eyes off him and take a step back, panting heavily.

He chuckles. “And I haven’t even touched you yet. You need to breathe, sweetheart,” he teases.

“I can’t,” is all I’m able to choke out, still breathing heavily from the lack of oxygen.

“We’ll see about that.”

I dare to look up a little, my eyes meeting his lips. They are stretched into a smirk. This man, I swear! Is he trying to kill me? Because, if he doesn’t stop, he’s going to.

One of his hands is on my chin again, gently tipping my head back until our eyes meet. My lunges refuse to work. I feel a warmth hover above my breast, as Geralt searches for a sign for him to stop in my eyes. There is none. I want this. He was right earlier: I want him. My body just refuses to work with me, – even though it wants him just as badly as my brain does – frozen by the sight in front of me. When his hand finally meets my breast I gasp, the breath catching in my throat, not reaching my lungs.

“Hmm, let’s try this again,” Geralt rumbles deeply, “If I drop my hand, will you keep looking at me?”

There is no way in hell I can look away from his intense stare, even if I wanted to, his gaze is locked on mine, and I can’t break away. I nod as much as I can with hand still on my chin. Then he drops it, running it down my cleavage, my ribs, my back and lower… I gasp aloud when he squeezes my bum, air finally filling my lungs.

“Ahh, there we go. Good girl.”

His praise makes me blush and I’m about to lower my head as his hand comes up again, stopping me.

“You are so cute when you blush,” he hums, adding darkly, “So innocent. I can’t wait to make you mine. To ruin that innocence. To lure out that dirty little girl that I know is hiding deep in there.”

Heat pools in my belly at that and I clench my thighs together, blushing even harder.

“Mhh, seems like you can’t wait either,” he breathes hotly, squeezing my breast harder and I gasp again. "But first, we need to fix your breathing, darling, don’t we? I can’t have you suffocate underneath me.”

Oh gods! My eyes go wide, my jaw dropping slightly, lips parting.

He lets go of me and steps back, even turning around as I’m breathing heavily. Once I am breathing normally again, he turns back to me.

“Do you trust me?”

I nod.

“Words.”

His voice is stern, - like the one he uses with his men – causing the heat in my belly intensify and my panties to dampen.

“Yes,” I finally bring out.

And then he is impossibly close once again, a gentle but dominant hand on my upper arm leading me closer to the large dark grey leather couch.

“Lay down. If you want to stop, say so. Got it?”

I am about to nod when I remember his command. “Yes.”

“Good,” he says, smiling proudly as he guides me to sit at first, then gently pushes me to lie down as he kneels above me, his eyes never leaving mine, not once.

“Sweetheart, I’m going to push your skirt up now, okay?” His eyes searching mine for a sign for him to stop yet again, but the lust in them dominant, still.

“Uh-huh,” I mewl, short breaths leaving and entering my lungs now.

He does as he says, tearing his gaze off my eyes. He lets his hands slide up my thighs so teasingly slow that I’m sure I’m going crazy. His hands reach the hem of the skirt, he lets his fingers slide underneath the fabric, squeezing my soft skin before continuing his way up, pushing my skirt further up.

I’m mewling for him, shallowly panting from just the thought of what he is going to do to me.

“Hmmm, lace panties. You knew this was going to happen, huh?” he groans – fucking groans! – once the skirt is pooled around my waist, his eyes now on the soaked patch in my panties, and he... licks his lips!

Finally being able to breathe, I answer, “Well, I suspected...”

He lets his fingers graze over the baby pink material on my hips, curling them to capture the waistband.

“You know… they are pretty,-” he murmurs darkly, his hot breath tickling the skin of my belly, making the muscles there clench as a shiver runs through my whole body, goose-bumps spreading. “- too bad I’m going to rip them from you.”

Before I can comprehend what he said, he pulls his hands to the side, the sound of elastic bands snapping, making me cringe.

“So much better,” Geralt sighs, pulling the light pink shreds off my body, exposing my untouched pussy to him and the cold air of the room.

Yes, untouched, well… mostly; I, uhh, I rarely touch myself, the risk of somebody bursting into my room at any given time – I’m not allowed to lock my door – way too high for me to give in to pleasure from my own hand. I had done it only four of five times in my life, all to the thought of the man who is currently kneeling above me, imagining how it may feel like. This right now, is far from what I had imagined, though – this is so much better.

He inhales deeply at the sight, his eyes then darting meet to mine, as I watch him, too captivated at the sight to turn away. I feel bare, in more than the obvious way, wanting nothing more than to push my legs together. No man had ever seen me like this, and now this animal is kneeling between my thighs, golden eyes fixed on me as if I was his prey. Oddly enough, it excited me more, making me whimper at the thought of him finally taking me.

“You’re so wet,” he breathes, voice low and rough, making me release yet another wave of wetness, “Smell so sweet.”

His hands reaching forward to palm at my thighs, inching inward, parting them wider for him.

Then he crawls up my body, eyes never leaving mine until we are on one level. His eyes tear off mine when he lowers his gaze to my lips, and I do the same, watching, as they get closer and closer until they finally meet in a gentle kiss. His plush are lips soft on my own, taking control, tongue sliding against my sensitive upper lip as he lowers himself to let me feel his weight.

The contact of my exposed lower half with his slacks makes me gasp into the kiss. Geralt’s opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, exploring. One of his hands wanders down my body, squeezing my still clothed breast and then continuing to my aching heat.

He breaks the kiss to stare into my eyes, wanting to see my reaction, leaving me breathless once again, as he slowly sinks one finger into my tight, wet, aching heat. I take in a sharp breath at the unfamiliar intrusion, causing the man above me to smile.

“You’re breathing,” he mutters as he pushes his fingers back and forth inside me. Oh no, I’m not only breathing, no. By the time he adds a second finger, curling them, he has me panting beneath him, all while keeping eye contact. When I feel his thumb brush over my clit, I cry out, unable to remain quiet anymore. Wet, lured sounds are all that is heard in this room, apart from my moans and panting of course. The room sounds like pure sin.

A pressure is building in my belly and my hips are rutting up against Geralt’s hand involuntarily. I’m a moaning mess beneath him, the pressure becoming too much for me. My legs are shaking and my hands are gripping onto his shoulders.

“Good girl. Cum for me,” the deep voice coos from above me, all I can see is his eyes, those beautiful golden eyes, before my eyes roll back into my head and I see stars dancing. I cry out, his words sending me over the edge, the pressure bursting, my whole body tensing and twitching as whole body and mind is filled with enormous, indescribable pleasure.

He keeps working his fingers inside me, guiding me through my first orgasm of that night (or day). I whine at the loss of him inside me, and open my eyes. But the sight in front of me is sinful. Geralt’s eyes are locked on mine as he pushes his fingers, coated with my juices, into his mouth, groaning when he tastes my essence on his tongue.

“Fuck, baby, you taste amazing,” he groans, pulling his fingers out of his mouth and licking them clean.

I stare up at him, wide-eyed and panting. Why do I find this so fucking hot?!

Dropping his hand to cradle the side of my head, supporting his weight on his elbows, he smiles down at me, proudly. “See? You can breathe, even while you look me in the eyes. Wasn’t so hard, was it?”

He’s right, I’m breathing now while staring into his eyes, panting even. He has lied down between my legs while I came down from my high, careful not to crush me, but wanting me to feel his weight on my body, his power. And now… I can feel something pocking my thigh.

“No, but something else sure is,” I giggle.

I wiggle my hips against his bulge, causing him to groan. The pressure of his hot, hard, and – what feels like – huge member, along with the sweet sound my movement elicits from him, lights the fire inside me once again. I feel weirdly confident now, after being completely vulnerable underneath him, seeing the effect it has on him.

“Okay, that’s it,” he says, more to himself, as he sits up and pulls me with him, tugging my shirt off my body as he goes, leaving me sitting in my baby pink lacy bra, matching my panties and the skirt still hiked up around my waist. His movements are quick. He reaches behind my back and undoes my bra, flinging it I-don’t-know-where.

He stands up and pulls me with him, his hands on the small of my back as he unzips my skirt, letting it pool around my feet, still in heels.

Then, he picks me up and throws me onto the bed, my shoes falling off in the process. I bounce as my body hits the soft surface, staring at him wide-eyed as he rids himself of his suit. The blazer goes first, then the vest, both items dropped to the floor. His tie however, he loosens and pulls over his head instead of undoing it, dropping it onto the bed. I clench my thighs together, already suspecting what he’ll use it for.

When he pulls off his dress shirt, revealing his toned chest and stomach, I forget everything we had just achieved in the last ten minutes. My breathing stops at the sight of his pecks, abs and biceps – I’m pretty sure I was drooling – and at the way the muscles flexed when his hand moves to push down his slacks and boxers in one go. I mean… I already knew he was well built, his suit hiding little, but really seeing him in all his glory… it makes me clench around nothing.

I gasp when his member springs free, long and thick, as it stood proudly against his stomach.

My legs widen instinctively, my body acting on its own, exposing my glistening, wet, waiting heat to the man before me. Though, I’m not sure if he’s going to fit. He really is big, huge even.

“Good girl,” he praises as he walks towards the bed, taking his time, teasing, enjoying the sight of me squirming and shaking with anticipation in his sheets. He crawls up the bed, the tie in one hand, settling between my legs, his hot and hard member nudging against my inner thigh, so close to where I so desperately need him. I roll my hips up against him, desperate for some friction. He leans down to suck on my neck and reaching for my hands, pulling them through the noose his tie created and pulling it tight. Geralt lets my tied hands drop to the pillows above my head and leans over to the side, reaching out to his bedside table. I hear a drawer open and close. And then, he sits up again, catching my gaze, his face serious despite his arousal.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks, his voice sweet but somehow just as serious as his face.

“Uh-huh,” I nod, my brain too clouded from the sight above me to form a proper thought besides that I want – need – him.

Geralt smiles a little and rolls his eyes.

“Words, sweetheart. I need words. You’ll be a lot of work, I can see that already,” he mutters the last part more to himself. My hazy brain lets his remark slip, but work? What does that mean?

Finally able to form a response I breathe a ‘yes, I need you’, spreading my legs wider for him for emphasis.

He rolls the condom on his – I’ve never seen a naked man before, so I had no idea what was the average, so to me he is enormous – member, and leans down to capture my lips in a sweet kiss before pulling back.

“I’m not going to lie, this will hurt. If you want me to stop or go slower, tell me,” he mutters against the skin of my neck, right at my pulse point – he can probably feel how fast my heart is racing at this point.

I look into his eyes and take in a deep breath through my nose – proud of myself that I was able to do that now – releasing it through my mouth before answering.

“I will. I trust you.”

That is all he needs to push my leg to rest against his hip, his grip tight, and guides his length into my aching core. He pushes in slowly and I yelp out in pain. He was right, it hurts; oh and how it hurts.

He’s barely inside me, only a few inches, but the violent stinging as he stretches me, farther than his fingers could ever prepare me, brings tears to my eyes.

His eyebrow twitches. He looks almost guilty as he halts his movements, giving me time to adjust.

“Shh, you’re doing amazing. Just relax, baby. Breathe. Yes, good, just like that. Good girl,” he praises me. I nod a little, signifying for him to continue, and he pushes further in.

“Shit, you’re so tight. Fuck,” he almost hisses, audibly strained.

“No,” I pant out, “You’re just so big.”

Probably we’re both right… he’s large and I’m, well… a tight, little virgin.

He leans down to kiss me again, forcefully, making my head spin, and sheathes himself inside me with one quick thrust of his hips, splitting me open for him in one fluent movement. I cry out into the kiss and his lips leave mine, forcing himself to bite back a groan as he impales me fully, kissing away all tears that manage to spill from my eyes. Geralt rests his forehead against mine, breathing heavily. I mirror his breath, my nails digging into the fabric of his tie, hands obediently above my head.

We remain like this for a few moments, kissing until the stinging ebbs away and is replaced by hunger. I need some friction, need him to move. How is he not going crazy by now?

I roll my hips up, begging for him to do something, and Geralt catches on to my drift immediately, visibly relieved I’m ready now. He pulls his hips back a little and pushes back in, slowly. The feeling is unfamiliar but not uncomfortable, and I push my hips into his, a small moan escaping my lips.

Geralt pulls back again and after a few careful thrusts, – which admittedly hurt, but even that pain is soon replaced by nothing but pleasure –,  he picks up the pace. At first, I’m trying to meet his thrusts, but as he grows faster, I find myself unable to. Soon enough, one of his hands wanders down to my hips, pinning them in place as he drills into me roughly. I let the beast of a man above me work as I struggle against the tie around my wrists. All I am able to do is moan for and clench around him, hoping I’m making him feel just as good as he’s making me. But judging from his almost animalistic groans and grunts, I think –

“Ah, shit, baby, you feel so good around my cock, so fucking tight!”

I wrap my legs around his waist, the grip on my hip tightening surely leaving marks, as I clench around his cock, causing him to groan as he sucked hickeys along my cleavage. I’m a moaning mess underneath him, struggling to keep my eyes focused on his, let alone open. But his stare was so intense as he fucks into me, that I can’t look away. As he notices me struggling, though, he slows, his thrusts becoming deeper instead, but never losing their force.

The head of his member brushes over an especially sensitive spot inside me and I cry out, seeing stars.

“Found it,” Geralt lets out a strained chuckle as my walls clench tighter around him. He concentrates on hitting that one spot within me, my moans rising in pitch as my walls continue to clench around his impossibly hard, pulsing length. I dig my nails into his tie as the pressure in my belly grows rapidly. He shifts a little, his pubic bone now brushing against my clit with his every move. A few more slow and deep thrusts, stimulating both my clit and my g-spot, all while his tongue works on my breast, predator eyes still peering up at me, are too much for me. The pressure is threatening to burst. My walls quake around his pulsing length. I am close. So fucking close.

“Come on. Let go. Cum on my cock, baby.” A voice grunts hotly into my ear, warm breath fanning the side of my face and my eyes shoot open. When did I close them? Doesn’t matter…

As my eyes open, they’re met with Geralt’s beautiful golden ones. The intensity of his stare along with his words and the sensation of him still moving deeply inside me make me lose it. Something inside me explodes, making me see galaxies. I clench hard around him, crying and moaning out, chanting his name – the only word I can remember right now. White-hot pleasure engulfs me as I feel his hips stutter then halt above me, groaning deeply as I feel him swell inside me, shooting his load into the condom.

He collapses on top of me, catching himself on his forearms not to crush my shaking and heaving body. We’re both panting and sweaty as he kisses me sweetly on the lips, before rolling off me, pulling out in the process.

I whimper a little at the loss of him, suddenly feeling empty, incomplete. He pulls off the condom and throws it away in the bathroom, then lies down next to me and pulls me onto his chest, untying my wrists. I’m still dazed from the two mind-blowing orgasms I had, absently playing with the soft curls and tracing the scars on his chest.

“That was amazing,” Geralt panted out, “You did so good, baby, took me so well.”

I blush at the praise. He had done all the work; I didn’t do anything besides letting him feel how good he made me feel. Suddenly, I’m overcome with tiredness, supressing a yawn. My fiancé chuckles, pulling me to lie in top of him. We lie in comfortable silence for a while, enjoying each other’s company and the warmth that radiated off our bodies, seeping into one another. I think I even dozed off for a few minutes – when he speaks up all of the sudden, even though it was only a whisper, I’m startled.

“Stay with me.”

I’m confused. I had done no attempt to get up, his arms around me even preventing me from doing so, even though I don’t want to leave. I wish I could lie on his chest for forever; he’s just to comfortable and warm, the embrace of his big, strong arms making me feel small and protected. My tired brain doesn’t quite understand what he means by that.

“I wasn’t going t-“

He interrupts me. “That’s not what I meant,” he chuckles at my confusion. “Stay. Move in with me. I don’t think I can wait two more weeks. I want you here with me. I can have your stuff brought over by tomorrow. And I’m sure your brother would agree with me that it would be best for our relationship if we lived together before the wedding, getting used to each other.”

He’s right. It would be better if we spent more time together, alone. Hell, if he hadn’t insisted on me coming here today, I would have suffocated on our wedding day – latest in our wedding night. I really want to stay with him, to spend every second with him, now that I wasn’t scared to choke anymore. Fuck! I think I really love him.

“Mhhh, yeah,” I hum, snuggling even closer to him, resting my head in the crook of his neck, pressing a gentle kiss to his stubbly throat, the short hair tickling my lips. I close my eyes again, slurring words, already half asleep, “I want to stay here with you, too.” Before I know it, I’m fast asleep.

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Witcher of the Night (Chapter 23.1)

I KNOW MY EDIT SUCKED. HEH. That’s my book cover in Wattpad. Couldn’t post CHAPTER 23.2 there because the application is glitching and I’m annoyed af. Anyway, enjoy this chapter for WOTN. 

CHAPTER 23

WOTN MASTERLIST

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: Maybe a witch isn't the key for your getaway because it could be deeper than that.

Warnings: The summary sucked. I couldn't write anything to avoid spoilers. LMAO. Curses. Tybalt and Geralt banter/hate for each other? 😂 Rohesia is my OC, not connected to any of the games or books. The witcher character named Gerd (AHA. I'VE INTENTIONALLY DID THIS. Surprised to see a stomach sickness used as a name lmao jk 😂) from the Bear school has been used. Bethleheigm is also a made up kingdom from moi. 😂 (Pronounced as Beth-le-haym)

Words: 4.3k

A/N: I know Kaer Morhen is located in Kaedwen. Damn it. I lately knew it when I was already half way through this fic and I can't change it anymore. Let's just say...oof. They'll eventually go there. Don't worry. Oop. Is it a spoiler? 😭

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DAY THREE CAME QUICKLY THAN WHAT WAS EXPECTED. Taking the shorter route to keep the proximity of hours easier for traveling back faster to Kaedwen. Geralt and Tybalt had an allayed journey towards the outskirts of Bethleheigm.

If a narrator was utterly dramatic, he or she could say that the witcher was beyond exhausted over being with the higher vampire because he only knew how to gall him over and over---a deathless cycle through out their travel, side by side with their own horses and vexation over each other. Yet, Geralt rarely has given him his energy for a battle that was pathetic as it ends.

They've both shared a night somehow. Their backs meters away from each other. With Geralt and his sarcasm never shutting one's eye until Tybalt was cursing him out under the moon light because the white wolf warned him not to think about hunting people to quench his thirst for blood. The higher vampire was left throwing him a pebble on his back and muttering how the full moon won't be until the day of the feast in the castle where he would technically celebrate over being a vampire but this choice could also be eradicated since blood was not in the highest scale in his pyramid law of needs.

Nights weren't the only thing shared between the two. Unbeknownst to them till Geralt was humming in displeasure, they've actually shared a drink of your home made ale. Tybalt commented how it was as good as Kaedwenian stout---perhaps, even better. Mentioning that the beer was probably made of your love for him which made the witcher scrunch his nose for how cheesy it sounded. Tybalt even declared numerical reasons as to why he kept you with him until today because you knew how to make his drunkard self swoon over your culinary skills.

Your cookery abilities were still different and utmost impressive than Geralt's regardless of how he has been used to embellishing his own food alone before. His midget's skills were technically amazing, add up the peculiar recipes that only you know---but, actually existed in earth---your earth. Those recipes that could get his family and him included, humming in deliciousness because it was new for their taste buds.

They were ought to arrive at the abandoned house today. Side by side, Tybalt and Geralt silently rode on their horses. Both of them fed up at the opposite of every presence that galled them to the brim. The witcher blurting out his opinions very frankly at the scowling vampire who was acting like he wasn't there along the hunt.

"You should've just stayed in the castle and played with your army stocks," Geralt grumbled as he held onto Roach's reigns. Tybalt's advancements for what he has done to you never leaving his memories when he clearly remembered the causes about why he was hating him more than to drown in a monster's stinking guts.

"I should've stabbed yer' horse while we were travelling---or feed off to er' horse blood," Tybalt clapped back, sending the remark in the nonchalant way as possible with a sarcastic raise of his brows.

"Leave Roach out of this,"

"Gods, yer' such a strange one, Witcha'!"

The witcher's scowl was as nasty as an Alghoul's bum. Tybalt seemed to be thoroughly embittered for even tagging along with a cold heart that was grudging to even join his hunt. If it weren't for the queen's request, he would never even be within Geralt's area of personal space. Howbeit, people have been trying to frustrate him even more with their sudden decisions erupting from either sides, like a dormant volcano that no one expects to explode.

Grey undertoned house. Ramshackled from the roof till the decaying roots of stones stuck in between their spaces. Close enough to be dilapidated if a wolf would've tried blowing the house down---though, the three little pigs weren't inside for it to hunt. They were closing in towards their destination, Geralt was anticipating this point of their journey; to immediately seek for the witch and to come back sooner than expected.

Yet, his anticipation burned in disappointment by the familiar look of the house rooted in front of them.

He'd heard stories about this abandoned home in Bethleheigm through drunk men in the Inns. They were having a tete-a-tete that it was a boobey trap made by homeless pirates who hadn't gotten back to shore, concealing the home as a place for them to steal one's belongings until they were ripped off their coins. Some tattled that the house was a dragon's nest where a woman lived in and disguised as one that Geralt knew entirely as a bullshit rumor because no dragons would dare pick to stay in the middle of a forest where the house was the only home built through out the map.

The witcher jumped off his horse, hushing Roach down with a soft caress to her mane because she'd begun to neigh.

Tybalt couldn't help but cackle from how he was affectionately eyeing the horse as if she was his other half, "---I wouldn't be surprised if ye' bring yer' horse with ye' while you bed yer' little woman!" he outlaughed and had a hand on his clothed stomach, shaking his head from the witcher's strange gestures with everything.

"Hmm."

Geralt gave him the side eye, endlessly shooting daggers since the moment they bonded together. His comment receiving a lour from the brooding white wolf because of the baldy judgement said.

"Yer' grumpier than usual---like ye' have been in a fight with yer' current flame---is it the tiny lass, anotha' one of your sorceresses or princess?" the Upir quipped with a smirk, hopping off his own horse before giving the house a look. He seemed to waver with a clear of his throat.

Geralt disregarded his ridicule and question with a blessed silence, his mood turning sour from even mentioning you. The weccan's golden eyes scanned all over the tumbledown house, his amber narrowing as he examined what was expected to be a necromage's hideout that he has heard from one of the drunk men's gossips in the inns.

"This abandoned house," he gruffly started beneath his baritone, harsh breathing as Geralt huffed for his disappointment over the founded location. The bind he had with you turning heavier as days go by like he knew you were turning into a melancholic person due to his faults. Hence, it was keeping him more insane than he can ever be because he always seem to offer only mistakes towards his people---where they end up getting hurt because of him.

Which wasn't new in his life.

"---There is no hag in here. Only a Necromage I presume."

Tybalt walked several steps to stop beside Geralt, shrugging his fur-coated shoulders with a curl of his upper lip, "I told ye' to take the longer route. Right path, Witcha'."

"And I told that you are bringing us both in an early demise because Golems and Downers are bound to get in our way,"

The higher vampire kept his mouth shut after that, his foot tapping on the ground before he received a subtle warning of Geralt's glare. The witcher was right about it. Basically, Tybalt was trying to stall over their journey because he knew what exactly was the stratagem kept for a clandestine truth bound never to be known.

Geralt pushed his peculiar fidgets away as it was still sounding so loud with his heightened hearing. He narrowed his eyes upon the engraved words carved inside the four corners of a mettalic flattened surface stuck on the grimy, stoned walls.

"Thou who shall take a step, requires a fee for entrance and something valuable to heart in order to talk with death,"

He silently read the words inside his head. Considering the requests before slightly pursing his lips, the ends looking like a frown but was actually just irrespective of what he was currently thinking. The ramshackle home being surrounded by an invisible strong force field shielded for not any normal man could trespass in without the rules asked. Another form of magic that he knew---though, this wasn't just any simple sign. It was created by sorceresses or wizards to safeguard the whole home for decades end, not risking anyone to touch whoever was inside, like it was keeping something from entering the place.

Geralt gave Tybalt a look while the vampire continued to whistle along the winds, his arms crossed in front of his chest whilst checking his awfully long nails, intentionally ignoring his companion until the witcher tried to grab onto a rock, strongly throwing the stone towards his head until Tybalt used his abnormal abilities, instantly dodging the stone coming forth and sprinting beside Geralt in just a second to see him nodding his head for his crackerjack skills that he seldomly uses.

"Coins." the white haired weccan roughly stated before he heard Tybalt huff and grumble from his demands, giving his palm to him and expecting for a bag of coins to be placed on his hands.

"You have your own, Witcher."

Geralt cocked his head to the side with a feigned smile, shaking his head, "My coins will remain untouched. I'm not risking mine for favors asked."

"Fuck you and yer' coins. I hope you feckin' go slow and die as soon as you're done with us,"

In the end, Tybalt eventually had to fish out a bag of crowns inside his coat, begrudgingly dropping them off on the witcher's awaiting palm who has shrugged his broad shoulders for his easy submission. The words to the engraved poster switching to dust, swirling through the air, changing into an arrow pointing at a brick where Geralt had to slightly touch for it to be pushed back.

Thorny, earthy tone colored vines snaked their way out of the hole. The brick of the old house never being seen as the roots formed a symbol of two palms sticking together like it was asking for alms. Geralt placed the coins on the makeshift hand, slowly slithering its way back to its home.

The house was alive. He was sure of that when he felt the aegis slowly fading away. Its stone doors cracking to slide open for them to enter.

Tybalt hasn't moved a step from his side. He returned to crossing his fairly muscled arms, hearing hasty pads of footsteps shuffling from behind as Geralt halfly turned to see a Hirrika panting on his side, yelping as a way of his bark towards the witcher who had his eyebrows furrowed in curiosity and stupefaction; stunned to see the familiar beast who has impressively found him despite of his long travel.

"Kolby."

"Your whore's feral pet," The Upir deadpanned, chuckling nasally like a sarcasm.

Tybalt heard a low growl coming the monster, his fangs shown to the vampire who he could sense and remember, his scent awfully making him remember how he'd hurt his master.

"Watch it." Geralt gruffly mumbled, giving Tybalt the side-eye as he tried monotonely hushing the rare beast like how he'd seen you soothe his annoyance or anger whenever Jaskier irritates Kolby.

"Down, Kolby. No teeth." he gruffly scolded with a raise of his palm.

The Hirikka chattered like a cat as he glared at Geralt's temporary companion, spinning on his own place before howling, his snout tilted at the sky as he yowled, the sound making him wince from how loud it was---too sensitive for his heightened hearing. Though, that didn't stop him from judging his gestures, noticing how he was jumping in his own spot whilst doe eyes stared back.

"He's saying something," the white wolf frankly stated, exhaling a languid breath through his nose because he couldn't understand what he wanted, "---Stay here and don't touch Roach or my Hirikka." he mentioned for Tybalt who appeared to be mentally finding their whole interaction as comedic. Geralt took a step forth, subtly leaving a pat on Kolby's head that eventually calmed him down, making him skip his paws to the side.

The Hirikka jumped to sit on his short tail, his knees bent and close to his chest as he silently watched Tybalt and Geralt conversing together with snarls and insensitive jests until the witcher finally moved away from him, bravefully entering the threshold.

"Where ye' going?" Tybalt called out and made him cease his steps, promptly giving the growling Hirikka his heed to see Geralt judging with his slightly entertained peepers, fighting off the curl of his lips because of how his Hirikka was making the higher vampire uneasy. He was agile but lacked knowledge over the beastiality of the continent. Probably, because of how he has been confined in the castle in an early age and known more politics and schemes more than the lore of monsters.

"To ask the Necromage about that witch,"

"Just like that?"

"She might know her whereabouts. Stay here if you don't want to get your vampire nails grimy,"

Tybalt cocked his head to the side, effusive of cursing out the witcher who had a smirk as he turned his back away from him, continuing his path around and ignoring his cavils.

"Why am I even following ye' around, Mutant?"

Geralt of Rivia entered the perimeters. His newly sharpened swords latched on his wide, broad back. Every step had his chest heavier than usual; bred-in-the-bone like he knew there was something happening to you back in the castle that he couldn't decipher and it made him scowl. The energy in the house even adding more of that deep-seated feeling---the home being cursed as well like some sort of magic was ceasing his advancements from talking to this person living inside.

The place wasn't ruined after all. It was all charmed and just a mere visionary trap or distraction that won't let people fall for even staying close to whoever was inside. Clean and utterly fixed, furnitures sat on their proper rooms which held up a second floor that Geralt didn't plan on exploring for as a presence could be felt while he stood in the middle of the kitchen.

"Hmm. Necromage,"

This person was a woman, Geralt silently stated the obvious inside his head. Her voice was tremulous and surprised to see a gigantuan man standing in the middle of her kitchen which she has never seen before in all her life.

"I am no Necromage," Rohesia calmly informed him, her heed turning distant from the mention, "She...has already died. Cristabell, My lady of the rarest in Bethleheigm---the only necromancer in this kingdom. May her soul rest in peace,"

"---You're the witcher." she paused, taking a gander and examining the white wolf before her. White hair falling on the tips of his shoulder blades. Gold eyes. A scowl prominent on his face. This was the witcher she has been warned about from both parties.

Geralt attempted a cynical smile, seeing that she held more lies and have been doing so for a lifetime, "There's no use of lying."

She was feeble. As old as Eanraig in terms of physical appearance but not his actual age since he was a scholar of the forest. The witcher held onto his medallion, seeming to feel no vibrations over his necklace that he strongly felt before the doors have been opened. His white and black spotted eyebrows furrowed for what singularity was happening.

This was supposed to be the Necromage. Yet, why does she felt human who had no magic to offer?

The hoary, old woman was not lying after all.

Rohesia forced to give him a small smile, walking past him to sit on one of the wooden, dining chairs. Gesturing her palm outwards for Geralt to take a seat that he simply answered with silence as he stood rooted on his spot, assessing what she truly was.

"I offer you no lies of secrecy. My mouth speaks nothing but the truth for I am just a mortal who thrives to live peacefully in the continent," she honestly answered his curiosity and judgements which made him nod at her uprightness---making his job easier for him.

The woman really was no necromage at all.

"A mortal who stands for her virtues. Hmm."

"Why are you here, Witcher?"

His glower was permanent even as he sauntered to where she was, standing upright and leaning a hand on the top portion of her dining chairs whilst he patiently explained.

"To find the hag who has cursed prince Althalos of Kaedwen."

Rohesia only offered a small, genuine smile. Her shaky laugh erupting through her chest because she knew this was the man who her former witcher and lover give fair warning to when the Kaedweni started their murdering plots upon fellow weccans who fall for their crimes. Vesemir never wanted to be involved with their delinquencies, explains his periodic leave in the kingdom---his constant visits for the woman seldomly occurring since Nilfgaard has attacked and conquered another domain after Cintra.

"Are you doing this because Vesemir has told you so?"

Geralt went on with his speechless talk, low humming followed suit for the flabbergast he felt over hearing his senior mentor in the art of their kind. The end of his lips subtly turning the opposite of a lour, relieved to suddenly hear his name through another person's mouth---a woman he probably had a relationship with; a former flame and mortal that Geralt least expect for Vesemir to entertain because of the conducts he had told him prior into becoming one skilled witcher.

It is that being involved with mortals and even having a soft spot in the job won't make them any better.

"Does he visit often?"

She ignored his question with a simple, wholehearted feeble laugh. Her circumvent obvious that Rohesia wanted not to talk about Vesemir after he has chosen to leave her for coins and another woman---another mortal years ago, thinking that because she aged badly was one of the reasons why he chose something better than to be with her. Hence, they were even known to be monsters of their own kind. Monsters who slay other beasts in exchange for coins. It was what she believed them to be---yet, she knew to herself that if Vesemir would come back to her, she would still accept him with all her mortal heart.

She dryly coughed, avoiding his eyes and covering her mouth with a tightened fist that Geralt quickly knew she was physically sick just by the looks of it.

"If you...still want to live and take your coin, turn back around and forget that you have stumbled upon this place forever."

The latter shook his head. Determined to find answers from this elderly human who knew his mentor and a fatherly figure he had been to his life. He believed Rohesia knew more than just Vesemir based on how she was trying to push him away.

"Where's the hag?"

"You cannot find the witch anywhere even out in Kaedwen, Geralt."

He was impressed. Geralt raised both of his eyebrows, pursing his lips with a tilt of his head that she knew his name regardless of not introducing himself yet.

"Vesemir has obviously told you more about me,"

She ignored his statement again, grabbing onto the ends of her dirty Tunic as she stood, saying her words firmly and with finality. Never knowing if her decision over dropping out hints would be good for her isolation from everyone---isolation and somehow imprisoned inside a house. The necromage being her sentinel, a guard given orders that she wouldn't escape and try to spill secrets that will ruin such plans. Howbeit, she still had high respects for Cristabell who had been too kind for her that she has brought Rohesia with her whenever she was out for some business.

"The witch you have been finding has been around the castle for decades."

Perhaps, it was time for the truth to set out free because Rohesia knew she had only weeks to live in the continent. Revenge pushing her through the decision she wanted for trying to keep her contained, watching her every move; ruining more of her wrecked life.

"I have been the queen's loyal servant. After she has given birth to Prince Althalos, he has already been cursed when he was a bairn." Pause. "---Sorceress Ingrith has managed to sneak into their quarters and cast the curse by whispering such spell and gaining a tiny drop of his blood. I've all seen her cantrips and heard them as I came back to guard the prince in his sleep. The wail of an offspring shall bring despair for the royal family,"

The sorceress' name felt like a crime to be told. Heaviness in her chest finally unleashing after decades of being caught up with the lies she was telling people who asked or went to gather information as to who has cursed the prince; finding the witch and ending up dying from the hands of her womanly guard. Cristabell recently died from the hands of the last witcher who she knew as Gerd, the necromage dying after their battle whilst she tried to fight for her cousin's trangression---continuing doing so for the sake of her selfish reasons.

"---She...she was also the king's mistress before the queen has given birth to Prince Althalos while she also gained her position. I may never know if it was made from jealousy over the queen's position. Though, it is their life that I promised to stay away from. Only sorceress Ingrith may reverse the curse or happen to know how,"

A beat of silence wrapped them both after Rohesia's candor. Geralt's mouth forming a deeper scowl than ever as he loudly sighed, languidly blinking in weary for being tricked by the sorceress and her right hand, Tybalt of Touissant. His jaw began to clench for who stood outside of the house, the higher vampire making him mad for leading him on circles---the cycle wouldn't have ended if he chose to go forth with his suggested path. It was why he was trying to lead him towards a swamp filled with monsters than the shorter route because the truth was with this rumored woman.

"Should've known."

He deeply grumbled begrudgingly, blaming himself for not thinking it through. His time wasted for you to be saved and taken out of the palace. If only he wasn't as pale as Ivory, his face would've been empurpled with fury for what they've made him appear to be---an idiot or for whatever bullshit they can call him.

"You're coming with me..." Geralt deeply said before he was cut off to her introduction of name.

"The name's Rohesia, Witcher."

He nodded back to the lady, going on with his ceased sentence with solicit, "---Back to the castle,"

Rohesia saw him walk closer to her, face to face with the infamous butcher she has heard tales about. The butcher of Blaviken who has managed to slaughter goons of Princess Renfri's hooligans and also earning another moniker of being a butcher of Ard Carraigh. Kaedwen's capital. The name would eventually spread throughout his kind because of how Kaer Morhen was close by. Her eyes catching onto the badge latched on the rain-guard of his sword.

"I have been told to never step foot again or I shall be put into death,"

"Do I need to beg for your compliance and offer protection?"

"What's in it for you and me?"

The witcher deeply sighed, shifting his amber away from her as Geralt looked withdrawn, his next words sounding like a mumble, dubious of his own bluntness. Disbelieving that he could hear his own voice say the words like an echo of his consciousness.

"You get to save the castle from anguish," pause. "---and you get to save the life of someone dear to me,"

"A woman I assume---your woman," Rohesia sounded so surprised, staring him down in incredulity, "---Is she royal? another sorceress too? a mutant?"

"A mere...mortal," he hesitated to honestly say, his eyes filled with a memory he truly can't forget. Your skeptical voice stuck inside his head when he remembered the first time he met you till the moment you told him how you suited to be a queen.

Geralt clearly remembered his reaction and teasing reply. Telling you how you suited more to be called a midget. His midget. Yet, now you were being treated like his queen where he would kiss the ground you walk on no matter how in denial he gets.

"---Perhaps...a queen to her kingdom in her rightful dimension," he was caught in his train of thoughts, never seeing the stupefaction in Rohesia's eyes over what dimension he meant---having no clue for his words. She could see what Vesemir once was like until life has ruined everything for her, including the sorceress corrupting and controlling the people and castle of Kaedwen.

"Learning to love doesn't suit your kind, Witcher."

"It's because it isn't what you think it is."

Rohesia shook her head for his lies, he was thoroughly unaware of the feelings sipping through his words once he mentioned you. This witcher believed that he wasn't capable to love nor emit feelings just like how her previous lover have been. A typical characteristic of his own kind. Denial and the feeling of being unworthy of recognizing such emotion was making him sound insensitive. But, people who could read others can see through him regardless of how he tries not to, "Deny it all you want. To us humans, it is. Love as many people assume."

"---you're still human after all. As far as I believe for your kind, Geralt of Rivia. Sorceress Ingrith might be glad to see me again soon---I hope."

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[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Jaskier x female reader + “Falling asleep in your arms is the best feeling.” + “Can you play with my hair?” + “I don’t deserve you.”- “You deserve everything.”

I have such a soft spot for our precious little bard. I know you wouldn’t know it looking at my blog but i really do adore him. I set this in a good ole modern AU and didn’t keep the exact wording on one of the phrases, I hope that's okay Nonie! 

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“Incoming!” Jaskier yelled from somewhere on the ground before a bundle of pillows sailed through the treehouse window, followed by two sleeping bags. 

You giggled, arranging everything around the air mattress you were currently pumping up as you waited for him to climb up, “I still can’t believe you signed a 12-month lease just for the backyard.”

His head popped up through the open trap door with an elated smile, “Y/N, darling, you sweet, wonderful woman. This treehouse has a skylight and insulation. I would pay as much for this as I am for the actual house!” 

You rolled your eyes and flopped onto the mattress, testing it out, “Well, get over here. I don’t wanna be cold all night.” 

“Oh never.” He agreed, unzipping the sleeping bags and combining them to make a nearly queen sized cocoon. After a bit of negotiating and rearranging you were snuggled close, right under the skylight and looking up at the stars. 

You sighed, tracing the dips and peaks of his collar bones as you gazed up at the stars, “Thanks for waiting up for me. I know the closing shift is late-”

“Y/N I would wait up for hours if it meant falling asleep in your arms.” Jaskier interrupted, squeezing you tighter.

“Stooooop.” you feigned annoyance, hiking your leg up over his thighs for the extra warmth. 

“Mmmm, never.”

“Do you know what it is we’re looking at?” you asked, squinting as if that would make the plexiglass clearer and the leaves above it prune themselves. 

He took in a breath, preparing to deliver a lecture on astronomy, before letting it out on a laugh, “No idea. Its too blurry.”

You chuckled with him, reaching up to turn off the lantern and place a quick kiss on his nose, “You’re cute.”

He grinned back at you, stealing a real kiss before you snuggled back into his chest. 

He gently tugged at the braid you’d had in for work, “Do you want this out?”

“Ooo yeah! Can you play with my hair too?” you looked up at him, resting your chin on his chest. He set to work unwinding your hair from around itself as you watched him. Half of his face was lit up by the back porch light shining through a window and his eyes shone bright, even in the low light. A little pout of frustration passed his features when he came across a knot, making your heart leap into your throat. He was so good and sweet and kind and gentle and sexy and romantic and earnest all the time, it was almost too much.

“What are you thinking, love?” he cocked his head to the side as his hands carded through your hair.

You tapped your finger on the center of his chest for emphasis as you whispered, “I don’t deserve you.”

He frowned, tapping your nose with his pointer finger as he whispered his rebuttal, “You - deserve - everything.”

You mimicked his movements as you argued, “Take - the - repressed - compliment.”

He gripped your hips and pulled you up so you were laying on top of him, nose to nose, “Only if you say it without the self-depreciation.” he bargained.

You rolled your eyes, “You’re sweet and I love you.”

He kissed you ever so softly, pulling back just enough to whisper, “I love you too.” before firmly latching his lips to yours for the foreseeable future.

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[oh-for-fic-sake]

It All Worked Out In The End

When the parents are away the kids will play... or fight one of the two.

I am genuinely have a too much fun with these imagines.

Masterlist

Warninngs: Swearing ,Mentions of fighting ,Hinting at Drugging and Rape (nothing explicit)

Jaskier stood befor you in your rented room dunking the bloodied rag into a jug of cool water before wringing it out then lightly dabbing your eye brow and angry claw marks on your face. Ciri stood off to the side apprehensive watching the bard tend to the wound.

"Got her good tho didnt i?" He smirked at that trying so hard to be disappointed in you but he really couldnt. 

"Yes I even won a bit of coin, lets just hope the other two dont come back until this has gone down we can explain the black eye and cut but not the scratches."

"Yeah ... I still have all my teeth tho!" Cheerful in your victory utterly pleased with yourself Ciri shook her head at this then spoke up in disbelief.

"Where did that even come from?" You grinned wincing again as it hurt the bruises that were forming on your cheek and jaw.

"Well my sweet Cirilla a few years of pent up anger can do wonders for your right hook or in my case bitch slap" She snorted relaxing as she saw that you were to all intents and purposes unharmed. She wandered over to the bags on the chair by the bed.

"Wait Jask did you say coin? You put coin down?" Jaskier shrugged in response to your question dipping the rag in to the water again.

"Hey they started taking bets at the bar, I wasnt gonna join in but then looked at you , there was no way you werent gonna put her down ,your face looked a lot like Geralts growley face"  He swiped over your face one last time there was a pregnant pause.

"So you gonna split the coin?"

"Nope" He said popping the p dropping the now pink cloth with a wet slap on the table. Your younger sister from another mister walked back over to you with a small vial. Poppy milk or better known to you as morphine.

"Yennefer left us some poppy milk for emergencies, you should take some now before you really start feeling it.How are we going to keep this from them?" Waving a hand motioning to your damaged face as Jaskier prepaird the medicine. If you were honest you didnt think that far ahead at the time you just needed to ko that Bitch -which you did thank you very much- but you knew what Ciri was getting at Geralt and Yennefer were a couple of mother hens... allbeit slightly more intimidating... and dangerous... and volatile. 

"Not sure we can" You replied nodding greatfully at Jaskier who offered cup of water that held a dose of the pain killer. Knocking it back before pulling faces at the bitter taste.

"Oh god! Ugh no" you shook your head befor quickly eating a cube of cheese from the small platter in front of you. The singer shrugged ignoring your outbust looking between the both of you.

"All i do know is that your going to be in trouble when they do find out" He said in a sing song voice you slumped back in the chair grunting.

"Oh yer how'd you figure its just me in shit Jask" Sputtering he glared at you

"Maybe because your the one who decided to turn savage and attack a whore! You even bit her bit" You tapped a pointing finger on the table

"Ok fisrt things first she hit me first got a strict rule never throw the fisrt punch but allways throw the last and second yeah fair enough i bit her but she was fighting dirty. And you could have pulled me off her, you also placed a bet on me which was encouraging it.If im going down your coming with me." He gaped at you in disbelief.

"What about her she didn't intervene either?" 

"She also didn't bet on me."

"I don't think Geralt himself could have dragged y/n off her" Ciri quipped from the side lines you nodded at her continuing.

"Not only that im pretty sure they left you in charge bard so really when you think about it its all your fault" He pailed as you and Ciri high fived.

"I need to lie down" Wobbling to the bed flopping on it face first.You and Ciri shared a look after a few beats of silence befor being asked the enevitable question 

"So how did it start anyway?" 

"Thats what id like to know" Came from the bed as Jaskier sat up.

"Not really sure she was just running her mouth i geuss" You lied patting her head befor freighning tirednes making your way to the other bed deciding that she never has to know the real reason to you cat fighting with a whore. A few days later after the scratches and swelling had faded the others returned they hastily made their way up to the room. Geralt started speaking as he stormed through the door.

"Can some one explain to me why iv just had to pay for a whores loss of earnings And medical costs?" You balked

"Loss of earnings I knocked out her teeth surely shes making double on blowies" Jaskier snorted into his mug

"What the fuck happened?" Geralt growled out not finding your comment amusing in the slightest as he saw the clawed bruised cheek, blackened eye and cut on your brow he quickly gave Ciri and Jaskier the once over fearing youd all been attacked, relife flooded him when he saw they were ok . Yennefer gasped striding past the seething witcher stopping in front of you placing a soothing hand on you uninjured cheek.

"Who did this?" She whispered you beamed at her nuzzling into her palm.

"Dont worry I dealt with it. Besides I got off lightly you should see my opponent" Ciri nodded in agreement befor breifly explaining.

"Y/n had a fight with a whore, beat her into the ground actually then knocked her out with a single back hander. Was quite immpressive to watch"

"Made a satisfying sound to" Jaskier added Geralt looked between the three of you.

"So Y/n had a cat fight with a whore?" You all nodded

"And did enough damage to not only knock out teeth but keep her out of work for a few days?" The three of you shared a look and nodded the hunter sighed a deep breath crossing him arms.

"Do i want to know what started it?" 

"Probably not" was you offered choosing once again to keep the fact it was for Ciri's sake to yourself, trying to trick you in to selling yourself for a night was one thing but planning to drug and sell Ciri was a completely different ball game. She was family.No one was getting away with that not on your watch its lucky you caught on to the hushed conversation. You dont want to think about what could have happend if you hadnt been paying attention. Geralt threw his hand up looking towards Yennefer when it was clear none of you were going to elaborate any more then that. Aproaching he droped his swords and bag taking Yenns place tilting your face to inspect your wounds.

"Well they didnt do much damage or manage to fracture anything ,even your nose which is good." He leaned in kissing your forhead chasetly. As yenn preceeded to pull you over to where her bag was on the bed with a healing balm in hand stippling it over the cut on your face.

"Fighting a whore honestly, can't leave you alone for a few days with out you getting into trouble. I hope you know your in trouble missy" She muttered as she flitted threw her bag then began fussing over your split knuckles applying a different ointment.

"And the money we had to give her for this whole incident is comming out of your allowance starting today" Geralt grunted from the table Jaskier and Ciri watched in peels of laughter as you tried squirming away from the sorceress pleading with the unimpressed white haired male you continued protesting at Geralt's decision until he pinned you with a stern look that shut you up. Yeah he wasnt a happy camper.

"And your grounded from singing bard" Jaskier stopped laughing 

"What?"

"you were told to take care of them and it doesnt take an idiot to guess why this is considerably heavier you dont make this much from singing alone" he growled out lifting up jaskiers bulging coin pouch .All in all the couple took it better than any of you thought they would, you were relieved they didnt push the issue as if they knew what had kicked it off they probaly would have burnt that whore house to the ground, whores and all... Jaskier did share his winnings tho so it all worked out in the end,Jaskier made a weeks worth of coin in a night, you saved Ciri ,let out some pent up aggression and Geralt didnt have kill anyone.

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