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Spellbound - Geralt

Spellbound - Geralt

Authors Note: I’m back because I quit my job and have a better schedule at the new job 

Warnings: semi smut 

Word Count: 4012

Description: geralt fights his feelings until you get trapped in a spell 

brothel worker! reader x geralt 

Enjoy!

Geralt was going to tear whoever did this to you to pieces. He would gouge their eyes out and make them eat them. 

That was just one of the thoughts that rang through his mind as he cradled you in his arms, your nose bleeding onto his now naked torso, the shirt you had torn off of him a mere moment ago nearly in the fire. 

This was not supposed to be how this happened, this wasn’t supposed to happen at all. He had made himself stay away for this exact reason, everything he loved was destroyed. 

The witcher had always been against you joining the group. 

You had been a brothel worker when you came upon Jaskier six months ago, walking the streets with achy legs from a long shift, smelling of the salt water you had bathed in when you saw a group of men holding him up and beating on him. 

A yell had crossed your lips and without thinking you picked up a log near your feet, launching at the men and swinging anywhere you could to scare them off, hitting a couple of them harshly before they finally scampered away leaving you standing in the mud with a log and the poor fool laying bloody and beaten on the ground. 

You had brought him to your tiny rooms at the brothel, helped him clean up and soon enough he was asking you to join them. You hesitated for a moment, watching him use one of your rags to dot at the cuts along his face before shrugging. 

Anything is better than the life of a brothel worker, right?

Wrong. 

Brothels didn’t have the annoying attitude of Geralt the fucking Witcher. Okay well some did since Jaskier admitted to Geralt being a frequent guest of them, but you had never seen him and you wished you never met him either. 

He spent every waking moment snapping at you, or blatantly ignoring you when you were trying to ask questions. It was either you didn’t exist or everything you did was wrong, and you could never figure out why the way he treated you bothered you so fucking much. 

Men had done far worse to you in that brothel, but Geralt giving you the cold shoulder nearly brought you to tears? What?

Then again none of the men that came to the brothel were like Geralt at all. None of them had those melting golden eyes or the firm touch of a protector, none of them could turn a sword in their hands the way he does or make anyone feel at ease in his presence. 

Well……anyone but you. 

Maybe he knew you had feelings for him, maybe he hated your guts. Many reasons why he never wanted to talk to you filled your head and none of them were good. 

You spent your days obsessing over a man that barely glanced back at you, your horse in the back of the group with Jaskier always a force between you both. 

Geralt takes a moment to tie the corset of your dress so you weren’t exposed before pulling you into his arms and laying you on his bed, moving to grab a cloth from the basin in the corner of the inn room. 

When he returns to your side he takes a chance to slide the hair from your face, swiping the damp cloth along the blood trail your nose left in soft strokes as he watches you sleep. He would make sure you were breathing and comfortable before he went out and broke some limbs. 

It had been six months of that behavior, and it was truly beginning to wear you down. 

The days were spent either passive aggressively ignoring him back for scoffing at any mistake of yours he pointed out. Today was a passive aggressive silent game. 

He had woken you up by snapping in your face and the months of travel and anger were beginning to catch up so you had slapped his hand out of your face, watching a small amount of shock fill his face before his eyes narrowed in anger. 

“You overslept….again.” In the beginning you would have a snarky retort, something mocking his breath or face, but now you merely rolled your eyes and turned your back to him as you packed up your bedroll. He doesn’t seem to understand your silent game since he tries to piss you off once more. “We are going to be behind if you keep sleeping like this.”

It would be so easy to turn around and tell him to shove off, but then he would know he had that effect so you simply picked you belongings up, fixed your boots and walked to the horses where Jaskier sat atop his own. 

The bard gives you a knowing look as you mount your own horse after fixing everything onto it, legs swinging with a natural ease and a slight warmth on your thigh. When you look down you see Geralt's hand placed on it, and you realize he had helped you up. “Are you angry with me? Or have you lost your voice?”

“Just matching the treatment given to me.” You snark, a feeling of pride in your chest when you see him all but snarl. You kick the horse into gear after that, this time taking the lead as his hand slips from your thigh and he rushes to Roach. 

By the time he catches up he makes Roach walk alongside your horse, his face furious. “The treatment I gave you?”

You hum out, moving to speed up your horse but Geralt is too quick, within moments he has the reins of your horse in his hand, pulling on them until you are close enough for your thighs to touch. 

“Answer me.”

You hum again, your heartbeat rising and you wonder if he can hear it when his eyes cast down to your chest before looking back at you. 

“Humming is not an answer.”

You hum once more, moving to snatch the reins but his hand reaches out to grab your jaw. “I need to hear your voice.”

You slap his hand away once more and snatch the reins, giving him a glare before moving forward. 

“I don’t understand.” He grunted to Jaskier later that day, fixing his travel pack on roach as the bard leans against the same post the horses were tied to. You had gone to the market to grab some necessities and when Geralt demanded to go with you he had been met with another empty hum and Jaskier had told him to back down. 

“She’ll avoid attention if she isn’t traveling with a witcher, not to mention she knows how to bargain for cheaper prices when she isn’t flanked by your glare.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He growls, watching the bard smirk.

“The market workers like the attention she can give them-”

“We agreed she didn’t have to do any of that stuff if she traveled with us.”

“She does this willingly, and even so it’s not the same as in the brothel. She doesn’t have to offer up her-” A heavy growl slips from Geralt and Jaskier chooses not to finish his sentence, instead rolling his eyes and moving to his own horse. “I think you would be better off if you just told her you love her.”

“I do not-”

“Oh hush. I see you watch her sleep every morn, then I see you yell at her for waking up late because you forgot to wake her up.” He laughs. “And I see you hover whenever she mounts and dismounts Lugo. Not to mention the way you give her the bigger rations of whatever we eat and-”

“Fuck off.” 

Jaskier takes the win and turns away from the witcher, fiddling with the lute while Geralt tries to make himself look busy. 

After a moment of silence the witcher stands quickly. “Why won’t she speak to me?”

A laugh escapes the bard once more. “Because you ignore her any chance you get?”

“I do not.” 

“Well I know that. But she doesn’t, because you never even bother talking to her. You’d rather silently pine like a lost-” He trails off when he sees you emerge from the hills, sacks of produce in your arms with a small smile on your face. “Fresh hells.”

“The men were ready to lose their money today boys!”

“Did they bother you?” Geralt growls and you give him a glare back before shoving the sack of apples into his chest. 

Once he is sure you are breathing properly he covers you with the blanket, before moving to grab his sword, careful not to wake you up. 

You spend the rest of the day simply ignoring them both, too busy being proud of the way you scammed the merchants and all you had to do was lift your skirt to your knee. 

Geralt kept Roach near your own horse, and Jaskier took the back for once, all of you traveling in silence until Jaskier begins to whine. 

“It has been forever since we slept indoors.”

Silence follows for a moment before Geralt turns to glare at him. “And Y/n just saved us so much coin we can each get a room in the next town.”

“This is true! I did!” You laugh, turning to look at Jaskiers mopey face. 

“Fuck.” Geralt grunts, turning back to the road so he doesn’t have to look at either of you again. 

Jaskier is still sitting in the hall with his lute, strumming softly in the drunken daze as the crowd they had gathered earlier has finally died down. 

“Bard.” Geralt grunts, trying to get his attention. But Jaskier doesn’t move, simply keeps his eyes closed as he plays a chord. So Geralt kicks his chin. 

The bard before him jumps up with a shout before his eyes land on the white haired witcher before him. 

“I got us all rooms and I found you in a hallway.” 

“I was merely resting for a moment.” He sighs, reaching down to grab the ale mug filled with coins he earned from his performance. “It’s hard to be a -”

The silver amulet is shoved in his face before he can finish the sentence, eyes widening as Geralt grunts. “Who gave this to Y/n?”

“The charming blonde who had been dancing with her all night while you sat in the back and glared.”

“Where did he disappear to?”

“You mean after you snatched her?”

By the time the three of you made it to the next town your ass was worn from the saddle and you were a bit wobbly when you got down, Geralt standing behind you and you scoffed as you looked at him. “Waiting for me to fall so you can lecture me?”

He opens his mouth to respond and you find yourself excited that he is actually about to answer back before he huffs and glares before disappearing. And once more you are left feeling like nothing. 

You watch as he disappears into the tavern before turning to Jaskier. “I asked around at the market…”

“About?”

“About work.”

“Ah!” He smiles, moving to lean on you. “And what did you find for our dear witcher to do?”

“Not for him actually.” Your throat tightens as you struggle to find the words. Jaskier doesn’t seem to catch on to your solemn mood. 

“Oh? A performance for me? I’m sure I can prepare a lullaby or two-”

“For me.” You interrupt, pulling yourself away from him and crossing your arms uncomfortably as he stares at you. 

“For…..you?” You nod at his question, trying to gain some power here. “What do you-”

“Madame Horchels brothel is in this town, she is famous within word and if I met with her then I am sure I would be set up with a room and a hot meal a day-”

“Why in fucks sake would you ever want to go back to that?”

Tears were welling in your eyes as he stared at you and you struggled to find words. “I am just……tired of feeling useless and pathetic……”

“So you would go back to whoring?”

“You don’t have to act so disgusted!” You snap, shame filling you at his reaction. “I never saw you complaining about my past when I was flirting with guards or-”

“I am sorry, I never meant to judge. I just think…..” He sighs out and rubs his face aggressively before moving to pull you into a hug. “It’s been a cold couple days. How about we go in and get a drink, a good night's rest in actual beds before we make decisions? Yeah?”

A hooded figure passes you both to get into the tavern and you simply shrug. “I think my mind is made up Jask.”

“I think it would be a mistake and we would miss you terribly……..okay I would miss you terribly.”

“Why would you miss her?” Geralt snaps out from a couple steps away, eyes squinted in an angry manner. He had originally come to snap at you both to watch your surroundings but had caught the tail end of the conversation instead. 

“Y/n here was just rushing a decision. But we aren’t gonna talk about that, right now a round of ale on me.”

“You spent all your coin two towns ago on new strings for your lute.” Geralt reminds, eyes never leaving your figure. 

“Then I shall make more coin!” He cheers, pulling you into the tavern and snatching the room keys from Geralt. 

Things escalated from there, and any time Geralt asked about their conversation they changed the subject and he was beginning to lose his mind. Were you okay? Why would Jaskier miss you? Why was he so worried about this? He watched you drink all night, ignoring him, and he watched as many of the men in the tavern asked you for a dance. He knew none of the men were a threat, and you knew how to handle them, even if it got out of control he could have his sword to their throat with a mere minute. So he didn’t really pay attention to your dance partners. 

 But one in particular caught his attention, the hooded figure that had walked too close to you both earlier had emerged from his corner and asked for a dance, and something in Geralt screamed for him to go and get you away. But he didn’t, instead he sat back and drank, allowing you room to have fun. 

The blonde stranger whirled you around and spun you and bought you drink after drink. Your eyes glazed over and your smile was wide enough to split your face, a jealous feeling crept into Geralts chest and the urge to punch the stranger grew and grew as Jaskier played song after song. 

“Can I get you another drink?” 

“Hmm?” Geralts attention snaps from your figure to the tavern wench beside him, giving him a small smile. 

“Another ale?”

“I think I am fine. Thank you-” She doesn’t wait, walking away since she didn’t get more coin and when Geralt sneaks his attention back to you he can’t help but slam his empty mug down. 

The stranger had you turn around with you lifting your hair as he placed an amulet on your neck, kissing your shoulder and before Geralt could stop himself he lunged to grab you. 

One moment you are giggling about the gorgeous, the next you are thrown over Geralts shoulder as he shoves the gorgeous fae away from you, hauling you up the stairs of the inn with no care. 

“Put me down!” You shout, slamming your hand into his back as he walks through the first hall then up the next flight of stairs. 

“You’ve had too much to drink.” 

“And you care why?”

“Because that man would take advantage.’ He growls. 

“Well he gave me a necklace, that’s how the business works.” You giggle, reaching up to touch the necklace but the world whirls once more as Geralt places your feet on the ground and pushes you into the wall. His hand stopped your head from hitting the wood but the rest of you was pressed between him and the wall. 

“Don’t do that.” 

“Do what?” You ask breathlessly, watching his face with adoration. Had he always been so…..

“Joke about that. You need something then I will get it for you.” 

“What if I want the prettiest jewels in the kingdom?”

“Then I kill more beasts.” He was dead serious and the hazy feeling was taking over so before you know it you find yourself leaning in to whisper “What is I want an orgasm?”

A red tint crosses his neck but his face remains serious as he leans his head against yours to whisper. “Then you ask me.”

And for a moment you can’t breathe, you find yourself aching, every part of you wanting to touch him suddenly. But before you can he whispers once more. “But not tonight. My first time with you will be sober.” 

Then the wood behind you disappears and you realize he had pressed you against the door to your room. Landing in a ball on the floor he sends a small smile before slamming the door and the heat that had filled you dims for a moment. 

But just for a moment. 

You pull yourself up from the floor, moving to the bed before the aching returns and your body heats up twice as bad. Everything begins going hazy as a sweat covers you and then you lose it. 

“I need to go.” Geralt snaps, shoving Jaksier to the direction of the stairs. “You go watch her. Don’t let her make any more mistakes.”

“Where are you- Geralt? What happened?! Hello?!” Jaskier calls after the witcher, watching him storm through the tavern before slamming the doors on his way out. With a deep sigh the bard grabs his jacket and mug of coins before making his way to find the rooms. 

It had been an hour since he left you in your room and Geralt could not relax himself. Jaskier had just stopped singing and Geralt was still pacing the inn room, back and forth back and forth. 

The aching hard on he had refused to go away, the image of your dazed eyes all he could think about, and the way you whispered to him had him so close to snapping all together. But he didn’t, and you were safe in your room with him just two doors down. But the floorboards creaking by his door caught his attention, and he reached for the sword as the doorknob jiggled. 

Stepping towards it slowly as it creaks open only to reveal you, standing in the hall in nothing but your dress slip and a flushed face. “Geralt-” You moan out and his knees nearly buckle when you rush in and slam the door. 

The sword falls from his hands so he can catch you when you come hurdling to him, pulling him in for a harsh kiss. Your lips melt into his and you moan in victory when he kisses back, pressing yourself against him as your hands fly into his hair. 

His own hands find purchase on you hips, and before he can tell himself not to he moves them to start a grinding motion the both of your would like. It stays like this for a moment until you bite his lip on a particularly aggressive moan, pulling back to catch a breath as you press your hips into his harder than before. 

For a second he admires you, the way your face scrunches up in pleasure and the moans that he is pulling from your lips, letting out a heavy ‘FUCK’ when you circle your hips. 

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” You gasp out, hands dragging from his hair to his chest before you start tearing the clasps on his shirt, scratching it a bit in your struggle to get it off. “Ineedyou, it hurtssobad-” 

This makes him hesitate, pulling back a little just as you fling his shirt, your hands flying to undo the slip and he finally catches your eyes. Only they weren’t the eyes he had fallen in love with, instead they were a deep red. 

“Y/n?” He asks, heartbeat racing as he snatches your wrists in one hand, the other coming to grab you chin. “Look at me.”

“Geralt, please. It hurts.” You whine and the gem in the amulet glows the same red as your eyes. 

Dread fills him as he reaches down to tear it off you, the silver cutting you a bit before he chucks it across the room. 

He couldn’t breathe properly as he watched you come down from the spell, anger filling him. You hadn’t meant any of this, this had been a spell. 

He was a fucking fool. 

“Geralt?” You breathe out, taking in the room before looking at his shirtless torso and the small scratches you had made to get the shirt off. “What-”

And just like that you were gone. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your nose started bleeding as you passed out, he barely caught you before you hit the floor. “Fuck.”

You awake mid day- the sun blaring in through the blinds and you do your best to cover your eyes.  “Oh make it stop-”

“There are no covers for the window.” Jaskier sighs from where he is laying on the floor. “I tried stealing the blanket from you and you hissed at me.”

“Serves you right….” You mumble, taking in the room as you realize that last night hadn’t been a dream after all and a deep embarrassment fills you. 

“H-have…..have you seen Geralt?” You ask, leaning over the bed to look at him.

“He left around sunrise in a pissy mood.”

“Did he… did he say anything?” You felt like an utter fool, and you were doing your best not to be sick. 

“Said to watch you so you didn’t make any more mistakes.”  Jaskier shrugs before yawning. 

“He said that? He said mistake?” Your voice cracks as you wrap the blanket tighter around yourself. 

“He did. I assumed he caught you with the blonde gu- Y/n? What’s the matter?”

“I…… I have to go.” You rush out, jumping over him to leave the room. 

- - - - -

Geralt finds Jaskier waiting at the horses when he rides up, tired and cranky, and he gets even crankier when he sees that your horse is empty of all your travel bags. 

“Is she not awake? Do we need to get a healer?” He rushes out, launching from roach to get to the tavern only for Jaskier to hold the lute in front of him. 

“She woke up several hours ago, it’s nearly dusk.” 

“Then where is she?”

“Gone.”

“Gone?” His heart is racing too fast and he’s hoping that Jaskier starts laughing soon and this is all a joke. 

“I told her you said to make sure she didn’t make any more mistakes and she got really sad and started crying as she packed up.” He explains. “She went to this brothel and they wouldn’t let me in but they let her in and she came out to say bye soon after that.”

“She went to a brothel?!” He snaps, grabbing the collar of Jaskiers dress coat. 

“Don’t blame me! This is your doing!”

“How. So.”

“You were the one that made her feel worthless! Never looking at her and always in her business about her mistakes-”

“Her mistakes get her hurt, or worse, killed!”

“Then tell her that! Rather than yell at her all the time with no explanation-”

“Where is the brothel?”

“It’s no use.”

“Where. Is. The. Brot-”

“She made a deal! The madame owns her!”

“Not on my fucking watch.” Geralt snaps, mounting the roach in one fluent move before nodding to Jaskier. “Hurry.”

He had to get you. 

Part Two

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Imagine Geralt realising how pissed you are after running into you again…

It was another busy day where knights, men and women of all corners came in to rest their battle-weary feet and drink mead. There would be the occasional brawl but they were nothing when you compared it to battling a cursed wyvern with a blindfold.

You exited the back room having just refilled the pitcher of cool mead when a familiar grunt caught your attention. Just behind a rowdy table of farmers, in the corner, sat the Witcher - Geralt of Rivia - and a bard who was far too chipper while sober.

Inching a little closer, you busied yourself with empty flagons while remaining within earshot of the pair.

“Come on - it’s not a bad lyric. Ah, what do you know? You can wield a sword but not understand the complex meaning behind a beautiful string of words.” The bard said.

Geralt scoffed. “It wasn’t complex.”

An old man slid a few coins across the table for the service which you pocketed and then moved on to the next.

“We can’t stay long.” Geralt told his companion. You glanced back briefly and saw the brightly dressed man staring into his coin satchel, concerned.

“I could swear there was more silver in here. Geralt, I think I’ve been indecently swindled.”

You wanted to confirm that the man could easily have fallen prey to the notorious pick-pockets that haunt the tavern but you stayed silent, now distracted by a customer who ordered some pies.

“Don’t forget the carrots this time.” He reminded.

You wanted to tell him where to shove his carrots but heard your name being shouted from across the floor.

“Y/n, I need a word!” It was the tavern owner who enjoyed paying you less than what you were owed. With a sigh, you trudged over to him away from most prying ears. “You’ve been waiting on those tables long enough. Deliver those pies and refill goblets on the double or I’ll show you out the door.”

You had half a mind to bite back but chose to hold the words at bay. In ten minutes, the pie was ready to be collected from the kitchens. As you walked it to the table, you made the decision to confront Geralt but upon approaching his table, found that the Witcher and his bard had vanished, leaving behind some coins for the hospitality.

Geralt would have heard your name being bellowed. He would have seen you answer the call. And yet, he still left?

Typical!

The farmer who had ordered the food found his plate empty as you swerved around his chair and rushed out the wooden door. Turning left, you followed the small path down to where riders often tied their horses, your own being one of them - spotting the familiar silver hair and lute of the bard.

Words appeared to have failed and rational thoughts had abandoned your mind the second you fled.

Your hand flipped the pie out of its casing and with one, well-aimed throw, found its mark. The bard screamed and the Witcher stopped in his tracks instantly stilling for a few seconds.

Then he turned, his jaw clenched. “Did you throw a meat pie at my head?”

You tossed the empty pan over your shoulder. “You bet I did and I’ll do it again.”

The bard at Geralt’s side grabbed his guitar and hid behind the broad-shouldered man fearing that he would be next. “Oh, they’re pissed. What did you do?”

Geralt exhaled as he pulled stray bits of pastry out of his locks. “I’m not sure…”

“Not sure? You fucking ignored me in the tavern! Friends for years and it doesn’t warrant a simple ‘hello’?” You yelled.

Jaskier peered out from behind, “Oh, he’s always like that. We’ve been friends for several weeks and he pretends to hardly know me - such a jest.” He chuckled to himself quite fondly.

Ignoring the brightly coloured song man, Geralt addressed you, now free from the discarded food. He had indeed acknowledged the your presence the minute he set foot in the tavern but found himself reliving old memories instead - some good, others painful.

“I didn’t think you’d want to see me after that business with the striga.”

“The striga?” You repeated, remembering the event he was referring to where he had taken claim over the beasts defeat instead of giving you proper recognition. “That was over a year ago, I was bitter for perhaps a few weeks but no more. But you wouldn’t know that because you ran off with Roach.”

“I didn’t run off - I just - you were injured and I had no reason to hang around while you healed.” The Witcher explained. “In hindsight, I probably should have checked in.”

You nodded vehemently. “And since you didn’t, you’re very deserving of that meat pie.”

“The pie was mean.” Geralt frowned.

“Oh a tale of a strained but beautiful friendship filled with battles and miscommunication - you must regale me with the details.” Jaskier grinned.

You would gladly do so if your old friend would have your company once more. Raising a brow at Geralt, you posed the silent question.

“Don’t you have a job?” Geralt asked.

You squinted in return. “I abandoned my post and stole a pie. I’m surely fired.”

“Fine - but only until the next village.” The Witcher negotiated, knowing full well that his friend would likely be staying for a longer time. He grabbed the reins and pulled himself up on his horse with a small grunt.

You shared a similar grin to the bard and sent a high whistle into the air to call forth your own steed for the journey ahead.

When the horse approached, you took hold of the reins and walked alongside Jaskier.

“While we’re on the topic, I’ll tell you about the time when Geralt fought an ifrit almost fully naked.” You winked and caught the eye roll on your friends face.

Jaskier pulled his guitar to the front and strummed a few strings to start a catchy tune. “Oh, I’m ready for this.”

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Imagine patching up Geralt after a hunt.

warnings: contains blood and injury! written by: jesse requests for Geralt and friends are open!

You've heard stories about witchers for as long as you can remember. The adventures they've had, the monsters they've slain, and the people they've saved. But also how unnatural they were, as no one was born a witcher but created. Whispers about how witchers are just like the monsters they kill would pop up in your village. 

You weren't sure what to believe until the day you met one. 

A very anxious bard had stumbled into your home carrying his silver hair friend with an arm struggling to support the other man's weight. If it weren't for the situation, you would've found it comical at the time. But as the village healer, you had gone to work, and from that day on, the White Wolf had been a recurring patient. 

Geralt of Rivia was the first and only witcher to come your way, but about every year or so, he'd come back with a new wound for you to patch up. You'd come to enjoy his company, and despite the talk of your village, he was certainly no monster. 

"Tell me, what was the beast that brought you to my home tonight?" You asked curiously, weaving your needle through the wound on the witcher's bare shoulder and carefully wiping away blood.

He craned his neck slightly, and his yellow eyes cut toward you. "A Bruxa. A kind of vampire that drains blood from men. They're always female."

You nodded without losing focus on fixing up his wound. "Sounds scary. Seeing that you're currently with me, I'd say you've killed the Bruxa. Though she got you pretty good, I don't think there'll be a scar." 

"Scars don't bother me."

"I'm aware. You've got plenty on you." You chuckled, motioning to the few on his toned back. From what you've observed over the years that you've known the monster hunter, Geralt had many variations scattered on his body. Some older and some fresher than others, but you could see that he was very battle worn. 

Geralt gave you a grunt in response just as you got in the last stitch. From every encounter you’ve had with him, it seemed that he had an excellent pain tolerance. You supposed that was due to his background as a witcher. 

"That should do it! You probably won't take my advice, but do take it easy with the hunting. I wouldn't want you to rip a stitch," You reached over to a shelf, grabbed a vial containing a blue liquid, and handed it to him. "Though this should help with any discomfort. Drink a small sip of this when any pain starts acting up." 

The witcher opened it and scrunched up his nose in disgust at the scent. "What's in it?" 

You put your hands on your hips and laughed. "Nothing that'll kill you, I promise." 

Geralt raised a brow at you before stuffing it into his trousers pocket. You shook your head at him and went over and plopped down in your chair, feeling your back relaxing after being hunched over sewing stitches in your patient. 

"You should stay the night," You advised, looking back over at him. "It's rather late out, and I'm sure both you and Roach are exhausted from your journey."

Geralt raised a brow, and a faint smirk appeared on his chiseled features. "I'm surprised you remembered his named."

"With a name like that for a horse? How could anyone forget," You snorted, lifting your feet on the stool before you. "Besides, I think we trust each other enough not to steal or kill each other in our sleep, hm?"

The silver-haired man paused in thought for a moment before nodding. "I'll take you up on that offer, but just the night." He assured, gabbing his shirt and pulled it over his head. 

Your eyes couldn't help but linger on his muscular build as he stretched. You've seen quite a bit of his physique, though never really looked. Blinking, you quickly averted your gaze and got up to your feet. 

You scolded yourself for thinking like that towards Geralt. He was your patient and a good friend. That isn't any way to behave.

"You can have my parents' room just down the hall. It's plenty suited for you, and I'm just across if your wounds reopen or you even lack sleep." You assured him with a smile.

Geralt returned the smile, and you felt your face flush but blamed it on the fireplace. "You're too kind."

"It's no trouble," You waved your hand and chuckled sheepishly, hoping not to humiliate yourself in front of him. "I'm only being a good healer and host. Have a good night, Geralt of Rivia,"

You nodded towards him, and the witcher left you to yourself with a returning gesture. You let out the breath you didn't realize you were holding, and wondered what had come over yourself just then.

#geralt imagine #geralt x reader #geralt of rivia imagine #geralt of rivia x reader #the witcher imagine #the witcher x reader #witcher imagine #witcher x reader #requests open #written by jesse

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

How The Witcher characters would react to someone from our world falling into theirs

Summary: they’d not appreciate destiny doing this

Notes: More witcher content from me yay! this is inspired by my vikings post that kind of made me into the timetraveler gal

Taglist: @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie (hmu to be added)

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Geralt

Fuck

This was not on his table. Not some person just appearing out of nowhere, but clearly not from a portal, and clearly very confused

Oh he believes you’re not from the Continent. He just does not like it, at all

Despite everything, he’ll take good care of you

Helps you until you can stand on your own feet, and then fucks off (unless something else happens in between 😏)

Yennefer

She expects you coming to the Continent to be on purpose

Since you have absolutely no power or means of survival, she can for once trauma dump

Wants to leave the Continent upon finding out about surrogates/adoption/etc.

Would help you, but not very reliably

I think the two of you could become friends, given time

Adopts a child with your help (or just takes in an army of orphans)

Jaskier

Will write a song about this

Is with Geralt when you appear, unlike Geralt, he’s extremely thrilled

This is the most interesting thing that has happened to him in years

Talks to you about everything your world has to offer

You’ve got yourself a free, financially stable friend that’ll stick with you, congrats

Triss

Probably the person that realizes the quickest how much you miss your world

She’s an ✨empath ✨

Will take care of you, and that is a threat

She’d also teach you everything about plants and herbs, so you can find work on your own

Not that you need to, because you can count on her to always help you out

Eskel

He was not prepared for this, like, at all

But Eskel doesn’t forget his manners, so he makes sure you’re safe and healthy

Tears up over the fact that you don’t stare at his scars and treat him like a normal person

Honestly the best witcher you could ask for in this scenario

He’ll take you along the Path and let you sleep in inns and such just for your company

Lambert

Lambert has a bit of a… different approach to the whole matter

If you’re funny, you’ll get along

More than a little harsh around the edges

But he’s very interested in your stories, and doesn’t abandon you

You’ll just have to put up with him

Vesemir

He’s completely alone in Kaer Morhen when this happens

And very, very cautious of you

You need to find proof that you’re not a mage

Eventually does take care of you

And keeps you around (totally not because he enjoys having some company)

Also helps you to get onto your own feet

But lets you stay, if you really want to

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Kinktober 2023 line up

Day 1: Pegging- Spencer Reid

Day 2: Titfucking- Bjorn Ironside

Day 3: Hate Sex- Loki

Day 4: Teratophilia (monster fucking)- Venom

Day 5: Collaring- Steve Rogers

Day 6: Chastity- Michael (supernatural)

Day 7: Virginity- Adam Warlock

Day 8: Master and Slave- Jaskier

Day 9: Stripping- Obi-Wan Kenobi

Day 10: Praise Kink- Pietro Maximoff

Day 11: Sensory Deprivation- Thor Odinson

Day 12: Medical Play- Helmut Zemo

Day 13: Size Kink- Fili

Day 14: Orgasm Denial- Fandral

Day 15: Noncon- Felix Volturi

Day 16: Gags- Bucky Barnes

Day 17: Threeway- Harley Quinn and Clark Kent

Day 18: Spanking- Hvitserk Ragnarson

Day 19: Uniform- Jim Hopper

Day 20: Mind Control- Lucifer (spn)

Day 21: Panties and Lingerie- Dean Winchester

Day 22: Bondage- Victor Creed

Day 23: Deepthroating- Sam Winchester

Day 24: Sex Toys- Lindir

Day 25: Edge Play- Legolas

Day 26: Overstimulation- Ivar Ragnarsson

Day 27: S&M- Glorfindel

Day 28: Daddy- Logan Howlett

Day 29: Breath Play- Thranduil

Day 30: Free Use- Sif

Day 31: Masturbation- Alistair (Twilight)

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[cosmos-coma]

I know I’m late, but may I request 16 or 30 from the Valentine’s prompts with Eskel, if you’re still taking requests? Thank you 💕 Your writing is the best!

La-Vide

The Need to Get Away

A/N: OF COURSE I CAN, ANYTHING FOR YOU. And you don’t even have to ask, because the only Eskel I write for is game Eskel :) (and hopefully some book Eskel as I read through more). Sorry this took so long! It’s been a WEEK, but I really appreciate the love.

Pairing: Eskel x Reader

Words: 2398

Warning: none! Just some fluff! (oh and absolutely CHAOTIC sibling energy)

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It was nearing the end of winter, teetering on the edge of spring and the holiday of love was right around the corner. Most years Eskel wouldn’t bother to celebrate- the path was ever lonely and if company happened to be found, they barely stayed beyond the night. 

But this year was different.

This year it wasn’t a mocking reminder of his isolating work, But rather a reminder that against all odds, somehow he found you.

When he first met you, you had been a radiant hearth in a house he didn’t even realize had gone dark and cold. No matter the day he had you always smiled and laughed when he came back to you with sticks and monster bits in his hair. You’d pick them out, ask him how his contract was, and spend all night in his tender embrace.

You made him feel normal, and for that, he wanted to give you something special- something he felt was worthy of the love he felt he had so unjustly received. 

First, he tried the library. 

He had set everything up perfectly; the fireplace crackled with the warmth of life, the fragrant petals of your favorite flower lay scattered around the stacks, and the warmest blanket in the entire keep was placed over your favorite loveseat. 

He pulled out a stack of your favorite stories and even a few new ones he’d snagged in town before the bitter cold came. He figured you two could have a relaxing morning side by side in the library before you continued on to the rest of his plans.

… unfortunately, it didn’t last for long.

“Eskel, my love, did you do all of this for us?” You grinned as you opened the heavy wooden door. The pleasant smell of fresh flowers and old books swirled around you, its soothing scent enveloping you along with the warmth coming from the room's large hearth. 

“I thought we could start with a quiet morning…” he said as he took your hand and led you to your seat where there was already a steaming mug just for you.

Your grin was so sweet and genuinely excited that even now, Eskel still lost his breath at the sight of it.

You settled down in your favorite loveseat, your legs thrown over Eskel’s lap as per usual as you settled in. 

It seemed like the perfect way to start the day, book in your lap, mug in your hand, until-

BOOM

You nearly jumped 3 feet in the air when you heard the rumbling explosion beneath you, causing you to spill the contents of your mug into your lap and book.

“Ah!! Hot! Hot!” You shouted as you jumped up to your feet, dropping everything to the floor as you desperately tried to fan yourself. 

Eskel wasted no time jumping up either, trying to pat dry your clothes and blow on them, but there was only so much he could do. Soon enough, thankfully, the entire room let out a relieved sigh as your clothes had finally cooled down, now just leaving you with a soaked, cold lap.

“Well this… could be worse,” you tried to stay positive as you looked at Eskel with a small smile “But What on earth was that? It sounded like it was right below us” 

Eskel sighed, sitting back down as he watched you go stand near the fire to dry your clothes, “it probably came from the alchemy lab… it’s right below us but I don’t know who would be-“

BOOM

A smaller explosion went off. 

“I meant to do that!” You heard Lambert’s voice yell as bits of rock crumbled and fell from the ceiling.

Eskel sighed, “I really should have guessed… It seems he chose today of all days to test his volatile substances…” 

“‘Volatile substances’? You mean—“

BOOM

“Oh, THAT'S NEW” Lambert's voice shouted, a mix of excitement and concern…but mostly excitement.

“Bombs.” Eskel finished for you, “precisely.”

“Right…” you said quietly, seeming to be in thought as you  nodded and fanned your clothes before the fire, “… should we not be here?”

“No probably not…” 

Next, he tried the courtyard.

It was warm for the end of winter and the sun hung happily in the clear sky. Though there were still some weeks of winter left, soft green buds mistakenly peeked out of the twigs and branches above you, giving hope of a soon-to-be spring. 

“So this morning didn’t go as planned, but I thought maybe we could spend some time with Lil Bleater?” Eskel suggested, carrying a small pack under his arm. The aforementioned noisy kid bleated up at her two-legged dad as she followed just half a step behind, urgently asking for everything from cuddles to treats to a sparring partner.

You laughed a bit and nodded, “of course… you know I can never get enough of her.” 

As if sensing his intentions Lil Bleater suddenly ran ahead, bouncing around a large tree jutting out of the courtyard. Its roots had pulled up pieces of the stone walkway its many, many years of watching over the keep, but maintained a little bowl that was perfect for sitting. Landing with as much flare as a goat can she turned back to Eskel, yelling at him to set up right here.

“There? That’s where you wanna be? Alright, you’re the boss, Bleater…” your beloved said with a warm smile, unfolding the small blanket with a satisfying fwoosh. 

The mountain of a man let out a sigh nearly as big as he was as he finally sat on the thin cushion of the blanket, “let’s try this again shall we..?” He offered, his notched lip tugging up at the corner as he reached out to you. 

Practically falling into his lap, you wasted no time before curling into his warm embrace, your head resting pleasantly against his shoulder as you tried to take in the peace of the morning once again. Lil Bleater was quick to follow suit, climbing into your lap and nibbling at your clothes until you finally scratched her just right. 

It seemed like everything was finally going right this time… that is until- 

Clang! Clang clang! Ding! 

Eskel groaned, his head knocking into yours as it hung in defeat again. He swore this day was testing him. 

Geralt and Vesemir came round the corner shortly after, swords clanging viciously as they sparred, their mentor holding nothing back as he came at him again and again. Metal on metal rang incessantly in your ears and even Lil Bleater had to protest the unending noise they made. 

“Baaaaah! “ she cried, pushing off of your lap in a rush as she ran swiftly in the opposite direction. 

“Um… “ you muttered as you watched them keep going, even going so far as to wave at you as they passed. You wanted to say something, but this was still not your home, not technically, and you didn’t want to overstep your bounds.

Eskel sighed, he was a very patient man, but it was wearing thinner with every aggressive clang of metal ringing against the stone walls, “Of course they have to do this now-- Come on… why don’t you go in for lunch?” He suggested, his smile much more tired now as he helped you up, “I’ll be in soon, okay? Hopefully, it’s quieter in the hall.”

And then… it was lunch…

Eskel was hard at work in the kitchen, willingly unbothered by the racquet of his brothers as he put the finishing touches on his meal. He had prepared most of it earlier that morning, having already planned ahead on sharing your favorite lunch. “Okay… it’s done,” Eskel mumbled to himself as he looked out the thin window, “and with any luck, my brothers will still be busy while we eat….” 

As Eskel brought out plates for the both of you, looking cautiously around the hall, he had to sigh in relief; his brothers were still out and about.Maybe he could finally have time for just the two of you.

 Thank any and every god that one of his activities was going right. 

Your smile was gentle and patient as he headed toward you, your whole expression graced with a wash of wonderfully stubborn love. Eskel nearly tripped on a raised tile, his eyes lost in yours instead on the path ahead of him, before quickly recovering his footing. 

“Careful there…,”. You warned with a laugh, “We wouldn’t want anything to happen to lunch after all the trouble you’ve gone through today.” 

Your Witcher huffed a small laugh, but refused to jinx it any further

However…

About four bites in the hair on the back of his neck began to rise. Something didn’t feel right. He stopped and looked around the hall. All was quiet, but something still nagged him.

Hm.. it’s not his Witcher senses bothering him, or his medallion would have gone off. No… what was bothering him was his sibling senses. 

Carefully he put his fork down, the gentle ding clear in his ears. He looked at you, innocent and unaware of what was yet to come, you were too engrossed in your meal to notice the danger looming all too close. 

“It’s too quiet-” he tried to warn, but it was too late. 

Almost as if it was planned, both Lambert and Geralt came in from different doors and their senses were set on Eskel’s premade food. 

“No, no, no, no..!” Eskel started to stand, yellow eyes flaring as Geralt slid in next to you, and Lambert next to him. 

“Oooh, smells good, whatcha got there big guy?” Lambert asked with a grin as he reached over onto Eskel’s plate, taking a bite of the meticulously made dish, “oh shit, this is good!”

Geralt looked over onto your plate, “Hm? Can I try some?” He asked, tone calm and deceivingly gentle, but Eskel knew his brothers. Lambert was brash and didn’t care about the consequences as he reached for what he wanted. Geralt on the other hand was calculated. As a child he learned quickly that he needed his approach to be smart if he was going to skirt the slaps and jabs Lambert got, so he’d stick his foot in the door. He’d ask to try some, complement the work, and then eventually get YOU to offer HIM part of your meal. Eskel had fallen for it many times.

“Oh, of course,” you smiled pleasantly as you offered him a fork, watching him take a politely small bite. 

“Oh it’s good, Eskel you made this?” Geralt complimented, the slightest smile on his lips as he met the blazing eyes of his closest brother. 

“I did…” Eskel gritted out, pushing Lambert away from his plate as he went to reach in again. 

“Huh, you’ve never cooked like this for us…” Geralt remarked, rubbing his ‘aching arms’ “mm, too bad my arms are so sore from training today to make myself something like this…” 

“Oh… well, would you like some more of mine? I’m sure there’s enough to go around.” You said, offering him a few more forkfuls. 

Geralt grinned pointedly at his brother as he lifted his fork again, “Wow, Eskel… you must’ve brought home the most generous person on the continent….” 

You smiled at the compliment, but the pleasant expression quickly fell as Eskel stabbed his fork into the table, dangerously close to Lambert's reaching hand, and wordlessly walked away. His shoulders were tight and arched, like a threatened animal, and you weren’t sure if it was growling or muttering beneath his breath that you heard. 

“Eskel? My love, where are you going?” You asked as he turned the corner wordlessly. 

“Well,” Lambert said, scooting over into Eskel’s seat as he took his plate with a grin, “If he’s not going to finish it then I guess I should.”

All of this Chaos and turmoil had bubbled and stewed and now you hadn’t seen Eskel all afternoon. Sunset was just a few hours away and you were starting to get worried. 

“Where could he be..?” You mused to yourself as you pushed past the front doors.You had just stepped outside to look for him once again when you heard a familiar, yet excited sound. 

“Bahhhh!” Lil Bleater yelled as she ran toward you, her gait quick and determined as she trampled a path straight toward you. 

“Hey, kiddo. Have you- wait, what’s this?” You asked as you quickly snatched the note she was chewing away. 

‘Meet me at the stables? Dress warm. -E’

You grinned as you saw Eskel’s neat handwriting scrawled across the simple note. With all the speed you could manage you rushed to get your warmest clothes on, a grin plastered on your face the entire time as you raced through the keep and down to the stables. What you weren’t expecting though was to see Scorpion saddled up, packed saddle bags bulging with various items. 

“Eskel..? What is this..?” You smiled, nearly out of breath as you slowed to a stop before the stead-fast stallion. “Are you going somewhere?” You asked, petting Scorpion’s dark muzzle as he leaned his nose in to sniff around your pockets.

“We are,” he smiled, looking at ease once again as he came to your side, “I’m sorry today was- sort of a disaster. I had all of these things planned and just… nothing seemed to go right,” he admitted. “But I think I found the perfect solution…. How do you feel about an impromptu road trip? There’s a little clearing up the side of the mountain that has the most amazing sunsets. 

There’s a big tree in the middle that’s perfect to sleep under, and after we eat dinner-” he knocked on a saddle bag, its noise clanking with the sound of a pot and its utensils, “then maybe we can make a fire and stargaze..?”

His large frame was uncharacteristically nervous, his gaze staring down at his rough hands as they came together in front of him. He hoped you’d be willing to try it all again, It hadn’t been a great start, but he was still determined to see it through for you. 

When he finally looked up from his hands the brightness of your toothy grin was contagious, Eskel’s own lips tugging up into a wide smile.

“Oh, my love… you had me at ‘road trip’.”

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[lunarbreaksblog]

Geralt with reader that has a toothache.

Would Geralt cast Somne to put reader to sleep so either he or someone else can remove the tooth? Or would he just give them a drugged tea?

(Sorry if this is weird. I’m getting my wisdom teeth out soon)

Note: hey don't worry!! It's understandable to want some comforting love since wisdom teeth removals are hectic

Geralt of Rivia X Reader

Geralt wouldn't really show it but he is worried about you. He doesn't like the thought of you being in constant pain or the fact that you would be full of potions, tonics and whatever that would elevate your pain. Not that he hated your 'high' state since it was hilarious to him, the things you would say.

But he wanted what was better for you so he asked you what was causing you pain.

Apparently it was a tooth?

He couldn't help but laugh but quickly shut up by your deathly stare that you gave him. He apologized! Luckily you weren't that bothered and didn't hold grudges like the people of the continent did, you accepted his apology.

Geralt came up with plan to help reduce your pain— he would cast somne on you so you would sleep and he could hopefully try to extract your tooth.

Scared and shocked you were, you wanted to tell him no. That his plan was insane and that you'd never do it! But that stopped as another tinge of sharp pain came from you tooth. Your migraine worsening at each pulse of the searing pain.

Reluctantly you accepted his plan.

Although you woke up coughing blood and a smiling but bloody Geralt above you with your enemy; the tooth that caused all of this.

You smiled through the pain, luckily Geralt took notice of your pain and gave you something that caused you to be loopy for a bit.

But Geralt was with you all the time, never leaving your side

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[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

42/50 Touches

braiding the other’s hair

Geralt x reader

Word Count: 237

“You really let it go this time, didn’t you?” you muttered under your breath as you carefully pulled at single strand after single strand to rid the white locks of the literal matts that tangled them. 

Before you, Geralt just hummed lowly.

“Couldn’t even stop to get the twigs out?”

“Didn’t exactly have time. Monsters wait for nothing; you know that.”

You did, all too well. Which was why you rarely saw the man at all. There was always precious little time between when he breezed into town and when he had to rush back out because of some attack or another.

“You should learn how to braid it. It’d keep it out of your way, at the very least. It wouldn’t be flapping about catching on--is this a bone? Don’t answer that; I don’t want to know.” Trying not to linger too hard on it, you flicked the sliver to the corner of the room to deal with later.

“And why would I do that? Not learning means I have a reason to have you like this.”

Your fingers stilled. That was . . . unexpectedly sweet of him. “You don’t have to let it get like this for me to play with your hair, Geralt.”

Again, he only hummed.

“Well,” you sighed, running your fingers through freely after finally ridding him of the last knot, “maybe you should just make the detour more often, then.”

“Perhaps I should.”

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Fragments of a Broken Heart: Geralt x Reader

The morning dawned, casting a harsh light upon the empty side of the bed. As y/n stirred awake, a sense of unease settled in their chest. Their hand instinctively reached out, searching for Geralt's comforting presence, but all they found were cold, abandoned sheets. Confusion and dread washed over them, and their gaze fell upon a letter resting on the bedside table, a silent harbinger of the pain that awaited.

With trembling hands, y/n clutched the letter tightly, their heart pounding in their ears. The words within held the power to shatter their world, and as they began to read, tears welled up in their eyes, blurring the inked lines that would forever change their lives.

My Dearest Y/N,

As the sun rises on this new day, I find myself compelled to set forth on a path that does not include you by my side. The weight of my choice bears heavily upon my conscience, yet I cannot deny the pull of destiny that binds me to Yennefer.

I have tried to fight it, to resist the allure of her enchanting presence, but her hold on my heart is unyielding. I cannot turn away from the connection we share, the deep bond that has been forged over time.

I know not how to apologize for the pain my departure will cause you, for the void that will fill your days. But I implore you to understand that this decision was not made lightly. The complexities of love and fate have brought us to this crossroads, and I am compelled to follow the path that calls to me.

I leave you now in the tavern, alone and adrift. It is not a fate I would wish upon anyone, yet it is the consequence of my choice. May you find solace and support among the strangers who pass through, for they will be your companions in the days to come.

Please know that my departure does not diminish the love we once shared. The memories we created together will forever hold a place within my heart. But in this moment, I must prioritize my own happiness, even if it comes at the cost of yours.

I wish you well, Y/N, and hope that time will heal the wounds inflicted by my absence. May you find love and joy in a future that is no longer intertwined with mine.

With a heavy heart, Geralt

With each word, a fragile piece of their heart crumbled, until the weight of the letter became unbearable. They held it close to their chest, as if trying to hold onto the remnants of the love they once shared. The tears streamed down their face, intermingling with the inked confessions of Geralt's choice.

A scream of anguish erupted from deep within Y/n's soul, tearing through the silence of the room. It was a raw, primal release of pain, a cathartic burst of emotion that echoed through the empty space. They cried out, their voice laced with heartbreak as if the sheer force of their screams could turn back time, undo the devastation that had been wrought upon their love.

Their cries reverberated through the room, the sound a haunting melody of despair. With each sob and wail, they expelled the anguish that threatened to consume them, their body shaking uncontrollably. The weight of betrayal, loss, and abandonment hung heavy in the air, mingling with the echoes of their shattered dreams.

As the waves of grief subsided, the reader crumpled to the floor, their body trembling with exhaustion. They clung to the letter, their knuckles turning white as they held onto the tangible remnants of their pain. The room felt hollow, a cavernous void that mirrored the emptiness in their heart.

Yet, even in the depths of their despair, a flicker of resilience bloomed within the reader's broken spirit. Through tear-stained eyes, they gazed upon the letter one last time, silently vowing to forge a path forward from the ruins of their shattered love.

With trembling hands, they released their grip on the letter, allowing it to flutter softly to the ground. Their tears became a bittersweet testament to the depth of their emotions, and as they took a steadying breath, they resolved to rebuild their life, to find solace and strength within their own being.

In time, y/n would rise from the ashes of their pain, their cries transforming into expressions of growth and empowerment. They would seek healing, leaning on the support of trusted allies and discovering the resilience that lay dormant within them.

As they stepped out into the world, y/n carried with them the fragments of a broken heart, their tears now mingling with a newfound determination. They would find their own path, reclaiming their worth and embracing the possibility of a future where love and happiness were not defined by Geralt's presence.

And as they walked away from the echoes of their screams, they set forth on a journey of self-discovery, knowing that in time, they would find a love that would cherish and value them, a love that would never leave them alone in the depths of a desolate tavern.

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[railroad-migraine]

I challenge you to write a fic in ten sentences!! 😊

It's been a hot minute since I wrote for the Witcher, so here you go darling x

~ Poet

Pillow Talk

-> Geralt x GN!Witcher!Reader

"What am I going to do?" he asks, golden eyes heavy with sleep and threatening to close as the seconds drift by. The hand - your hand - in his hair certainly isn't helping, carding out tangles and picking out leaves after a long day's travel.

"You're going to guide her," you murmur, and he can hear the smile in your voice, "train her, scold her if need be... And love her just as a father should."

His grip tightens in the bedsheets when you accidentally catch your fingers in a knot, but he doesn't so much as wince. Instead, his mind wanders to what's to be in the months and years ahead of them.

The princess with ashen hair sleeps soundly in the next room - though it wouldn't surprise either of you if she was pouring over some ancient tome she found in the library instead.

"A father, you say..." Geralt sighs, partially exasperated with the notion, and partially content with it as you begin to lay down next to him in the bed, "A weighty title indeed."

"Perhaps," you whisper as you reach out, cupping his face and prompting him to finally close his eyes, "but it's a title not often given to people like us - the Law of Surprise truly has a sense of humour. And if you'll have me, I'll be at your side every step of the way."

The corners of his lips quirk upwards, assuring you that he heard your words and is grateful for them.

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[honeywitchers]

Awful Plan, Great Result

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

Pairing: Geralt x Fem!Reader

Content and Warnings:  Strong language, love sick Geralt, foggy brained Geralt just wanting to be loved, guy in an all green outfit thinking he can take on a witcher, violence because Geralt has had enough, soaking wet Geralt, love confessions, if you squint during the fight scene it might morph into Fiona fighting off the bandits in Shrek, wee bit of blood because bitches get stitches

Word Count:  2,934

Summary:  Geralt of Rivia finds himself to be hopelessly in love with a soft spirited cottage dwelling woman.  How does he confess his true feelings for her when he doesn’t even fully understand his own emotions?  In quite possibly the strangest, yet most fitting way he could.

She was beauty.  She was not just beautiful, she was the very definition of it.  Even her breathing was filled with elegance.  Her smooth skin mimicked the finest of silks that only royalty could ever imagine to afford.  The way her hair complimented the tones within her face was almost unreal.  Her features appeared cheerful almost always, no matter the situation, positivity leaking from each and every pore…..so why and how was it possible that a man like Geralt of Rivia could fall for her?  He was the complete and utter opposite; rugged, rough skinned, quiet, constantly thinking of the dangers that fill the Continent, often dirty, and skilled in combat.  Yet, despite all of this, she was the very sun in his sky, the stars to his moon, the flower to his soil, the…..you get the idea.  The problem with this, however, was that she had not a single clue that he felt this way for her, completely oblivious to his undying love for her.  All they seemed to be at this point were oblivious, emotionally constipated, and…….idiots.  Complete idiots.  Any onlooker could see that this was not a simply platonic relationship.  Come on, the two were living together!  And they had been for almost a year now!  So anyways, here we are.  The ever so odd tale of Geralt of Rivia and his……roommate.

The spotless wooden dining table Geralt had taken a seat at within Y/N’s cottage kitchen was almost buckling underneath his mass and the weight of his bulky armor.  The dirt covering his arms and legs were surely destroying the cleanliness of it.  He had just returned from a hunt that turned out to be a large group of villagers playing a trick just so they could get a chance at seeing the witcher in action.  Geralt quickly realized this but not before he lost his footing and tripped over a partially buried root in the forest, rolling down a long and bumpy hill.  Way to add insult to injury, universe.  

Quietly grumbling curses under his breath, he did his best not to disturb the cheerful humming of Y/N, who was chopping up carrots for a stew she planned to make.  Or more so attempting.  The blade on the knife was terribly dull.  Her cooking escapades had clearly taken a toll on the tool.  It was all she had, so she had to make it work.  Although, Geralt couldn’t help but find the sight amusing.  Geralt’s eyes blinked rapidly and his posture straightened as if a light bulb had just gone off in his head.  That’s it!  He knows how he will profess his love!  This is quite possibly the most romantic action a witcher could do!  He suddenly stood from the table with determination, almost a little too fast, startling Y/N.

“Where are you going?  You just got back.”  Y/N questioned Geralt as he made his way to the door.

“I uh….need to go into town.  I….forgot something.”  He pathetically tried to come up with an excuse to hide his true intentions.  

Before another word can leave Y/N’s mouth, Geralt was out the door and on his way to who knows where.  She shrugged her shoulders and continued to shred—cut the vegetables on her cutting board.  

Geralt loved and hated the fact that her cottage was practically in the middle of nowhere.  It left them unbothered and with privacy but he still found himself annoyed that he had to trek through a grove and winding dirt paths just to get into town.  He chuckled lightly as he came across a root hiding in the ground of his walking path.

“Hmm….not this time.”

Less than ten minutes later, Geralt began to approach a river.  He was getting close.  

“Thank the gods it’s not raining.”  He said to himself.

The universe, being the absolute pain in Geralt’s ass, decided that sunshine and no rain was much too easy for the dear witcher.  Why not throw a……minor?  Yes, minor inconvenience his way, instead of allowing him to just walk his way into town and back smoothly.  No, no, that would not do.  

“Behold, witcher man!  For I am Wulfgar, and I am here to take your coin!”  A loud, high pitched male voice yelled out.

Geralt’s eyebrows furrowed and he turned around in the direction of the voice.  What he sees is not what he was expecting.  Standing ten feet before him stood a short statured man donning a green tunic and matching pants that were just a smidge too tight.  A green pointed hat sat upon his bowl cut hair.  A fashion expert, honestly.

Pointed towards Geralt was his embarrassingly small silver dagger.  Confidence somehow oozed out of the mysterious bandit as he chose to lunge forward without strategy or thought.  Because of the overwhelming bewilderment the witcher was experiencing, he jumped backwards just a hair too slow, resulting in the coin pouch at his hip being slashed open.  Just as luck would have it, half of his coins were dumped into the river.  Geralt grunted and unsheathed his sword, four times the size of the measly dagger Wulfgar wielded.  

“Back off.”  Geralt warned.

“Uh, uh….I…..I mean no harm, witcher.  It’s….just a tough time, you know?  So um…anyway…..please don’t um…..KILL ME!!!!!!!!”  Wulfgar stammered and ran away.

“I uh….okay.”  Geralt rolled his eyes and put his sword back into its holder.  “Fuck!”  He reached down to his coin pouch, coins were still slowly spilling out onto the ground.  Like a beggar, he scoured the ground to pick up and salvage every last one.

Geralt considered turning back but brushed the thought off, knowing he couldn’t show up back at the cottage empty handed after he told Y/N he was going out.  That wouldn’t make sense and it would only lead to more questions that he wasn’t currently prepared to answer.  Instead, he began to think about how much of an idiot he was for believing this could work.  Of course Y/N would never love him.  He couldn’t even do this one self appointed task.  Useless.  

“Fuck.”  Having a way with words, he cursed and treaded forward, feeling light raindrops begin to hit his skin and dampen his hair.  What else could go wrong?

A short time later a now drenched Geralt waltzes into town square.  The place is growing more and more quiet as he notices people rushing inside and merchants packing up the items at their stalls to avoid the increasing rain.  Fearing that he missed his chance to come up with anything, he sprints towards the last remaining merchant.  

“Wait!”  He shouted.  

The merchant looked up to him, eyes widening at his appearance.  “Sorry, the rain is bringing all of us in for the day.  Come back tomorrow.”  The merchant went to turn away and continue packing without giving Geralt a second thought.

“Please, just….show me what you have.”  Geralt pleaded with the man, hoping there is at least one item that even remotely resembled what he was looking for.

The merchant’s eyes narrowed and he stared in silence for a moment.  “Witchers pay double.”  He crossed his arms and stood firm.

Of course, because that’s exactly what he needed to hear after losing half of his wealth to the murky fast flowing waters of the river.

“Fine.”  Geralt gritted his teeth, ready for the excursion to be over.

The merchant moved aside so Geralt could look at what his options were.  His eyes examined the items laid out in front of him.  There were four rolls of twine, a mysterious piece of cloth that appeared to have been white at some point during its existence, two cabbage heads that had been massacred by the wind and rain, rendering them inedible, and…..a knife!  Just what he was looking for!  A perfect kitchen knife to aid his one true love with her cooking!  She shall never fret or strain her wrist again!  He would wrap it in the softest of cloths and bend on one knee, hand stretched out, ready to release all of his pent up emotions and—

He realized it was in fact not a kitchen knife, but a dagger.  A deep sigh escaped the witcher.  It was a slightly rusted short dagger that was surely made for simple combat.  A.k.a not something he originally planned on giving his soft ray of sunshine back at home to help her cook.

“How much coin for this?”  Geralt held up the so-called weapon.

The merchant eyes his torn coin pouch.  “Whatever you’ve got left.”

And so goes the last of his coin.

On his way back to Y/N’s cottage, Geralt is in a constant battle with his thoughts, telling himself over and over that he should not have gone out, how he wasn’t worthy of her love, how she could do so much better than him.  How could he think it was a good idea to bring her a dagger that she didn’t need or even ask for?  Especially one in a not so tip top shape condition.  

Naturally, his one person conversation is interrupted by none other than…..Wulfgar.

“Now, witcher!”  Wulfgar shouted.  “I’ve got friends this time!  And they have bigger swords than I!  You will come to regret the last hour, mutant.  You should have simply given me your coin!”  

Three of the humans making up Wulfgar’s makeshift army came up behind Geralt in an attempted sneak attack and managed to snag the one sword he brought along with him, having left the other behind to be sharpened later on in the day.  The witcher positioned himself into a defensive stance, looking at his surroundings.  He counted six men in the group, all funnily enough sporting the same puke green outfits like they were part of some wannabe cult.  The only thing left that he had besides his fists and signs to defend himself against the five swords and Wulfgar’s short stub was…..the dagger.  

First, he fought off the three men who took his sword, one jumping on his back and immediately being thrown onto the ground, the second being knocked unconscious with a single punch.  He took out the third using the Aard sign, knocking him against a tree.  Two more men came running at him, swinging their swords haphazardly through the air, praying that one of them would draw blood from the witcher.  The men however were very much unaware of their….lacking skills and were disarmed easily and knocked out.  

Geralt then turned to Wulfgar, the last man standing.  He was practically shaking in his boots, having just watched all of his friends fail miserably at taking down the witcher.  After a moment, he bends down and picks up two of the swords left on the ground.  He lunged forward again and this time nicked Geralt’s face, also slicing off a thin piece of leather covering his shoulder for extra protection.  He looked to the side at his ruined shoulder piece and looked back at Wulfgar.  He stepped forward slowly with an intimidating aura bouncing off of him.  Wulfgar was stopped dead in his tracks in disbelief that he just made contact with the witcher.  With one swift motion, Geralt swipes the sword out of the bandit’s hand, causing him to lose his balance and fall onto the ground.  

“Uh….uh….uh Mr. Witcher, please.”  Wulfgar started to stammer.

“You will stay away.  Or I will kill you where you stand.”  Geralt warned, bearing his teeth.

Wulfgar was left in shock, eyes wide and not blinking as he watched Geralt start to walk away.  Somewhere in his tiny little brain, the idea of trying one last time to win overtook rational thought.  He pulled out a small throwing knife that had been hidden in his pant leg, aimed, and threw it at Geralt.  Just as how the rest of the day had gone for him, the knife sticks in his shoulder directly in the spot where his leather had been cut away.  All Wulfgar hears is a short grunt from him and before he knows it, Geralt grabbed the dagger he purchased and sunk it into his thigh.  

“FUCK YOU, WITCHER!!!  YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!!!  YOU AND YOUR…..YOUR STUPID HAIR WILL REGRET THIS!!!”  Wulfgar screamed and was attempting to army crawl away.  “AND….AND YOU KNOW WHAT?!?  YOUR MOTHER IS A WHORE!!!”

Geralt rolled his eyes at the empty insult attempts and once again continued his journey back to Y/N’s cottage, bloody dagger in hand.  Oh man, he fucked up.

Once outside her cottage, he stopped and took a deep breath.  What the hell just happened?  He started off his day sitting at her kitchen table waiting for dinner and then boom, he’s wielding a dagger he bought for her and used it to stab someone after he beat up six people.  Ah, yes, the unpredictable life of a witcher.  

Finally, he opened the door to Y/N’s cottage.

“Geralt!  Where have you been?  I thought you were just going to market?  Did you take shelter from the rain?  And did you–”  Y/N cut off her own string of questions.  “Is that a cut on your face?”  She stopped cooking the food she was still attempting to make and ran over to him.

“Oh….yeah….”  Geralt responded, still standing in front of the door.

“What happened?!?”  She reached up to touch his face but his head jerked away on instinct, causing her to pull her hand back.  “Geralt….where did you go?”

“I….went to town square.”

“Yes, but…..Geralt.  Your face is cut, you have no supplies from any stall, your coin pouch is gone,”  Y/N pointed to his hip where the pouch once was.  “and….your pocket is….bleeding.”

“Oh…..yeah…..that’s probably from…..this.”  Geralt said quietly, slowly pulling out the dagger he bought for her.

At this point, Y/N has no idea what to say to him.  He said he was going to market, then came back with nothing but a bloody dagger and blood on his skin?  What happened to his coin???  A hundred questions ran through her mind as she stood there in silence, eyes locked onto the dagger in his hands.  

“I….got it for your cooking.”  Geralt broke the silence.

“My….cooking?”  She repeated.

“Yes.  Earlier you looked like you were having….issues cutting the food for your stew and I was just watching you struggle sitting there thinking about what I could do to fix it and how I could make you have an easier time and—”

“Geralt.”

“What?”

“What are you talking about?”  Y/N asked, still dumbfounded.

Geralt stayed silent for a minute, trying to rake over his options.  Should he tell her not to worry about it and walk away for the night?  Should he brush it off as just trying to help with her cooking?  No.  That wouldn’t explain why he had no coin and was decorated with blood.  He started to ponder whether he was ready to risk it all or not…….it was time.

“Y/N…..please accept this gift as a token of my love…..”  His eyes darted off to the side.  “For….uh….you.”  

As if the situation couldn’t get anymore confusing or awkward, Geralt reached out to hand her the dagger laid out on both of his palms.  She wrapped her hands in her sleeve and took it out of his hands.  A moment of uncomfortable silence passed as the two stared at each other.

“Geralt, this is a dagger.”  Y/N said firmly.  “And it….it has blood on it.”

Geralt stood there speechless, fully taking in that he just confessed to someone with a bloody dagger that neither of them needed or wanted.

“Listen, I tried to get you something you could use every day and help you but this fool of a man made me lose half my coin and then it started raining so the merchants started to leave and I saw that and figured it was close enough to a kitchen knife so I bought it but then on my way back I ran into the same dumbass but he brought friends this time and—”

In the middle of his rambling, Y/N had set the dagger on a nearby surface.  She then cut off his borderline incoherent thoughts by grabbing his face and pushing her lips onto his, creating an intense first kiss between them.  She eventually pulled away to examine the face of the confused as heck Geralt.  That….was the last thing he expected to actually happen.  Did….did his dumbass plan work?

“You’ve felt for me all this time?”  Y/N asked, hands still cupping Geralt’s face.

“Mhm.”

A huge grin spread across her face.  “You fought off a gang of men, almost got killed, trudged through the cold rain, lost all your coin, and came home covered in blood…..just to get me something that might help me a few times a day?”

Geralt ran a hand through his hair and laughed at himself, listening to Y/N sum up all of his day’s fuckery.  She was correct.  He did all of that just to bring home the wrong thing.  

“I guess….I just love you.”  

“You guess?”  Y/N prodded.

Geralt’s face softened.  “I love you.”

“I love you too, Geralt.  Now, kiss me again.”  

“My pleasure.”  The witcher smiled and kissed her once again.

It was a terrible, stupid, horrible, foolish plan………and it worked.

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[ultralightpoe]

Witcher Masterlist

All my witcher works- Enjoy!

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Last Updated: 1-31-24

"Fuck."

-ALL WRITING IS AT A PAUSE BUT REQUESTS ARE OPEN!-

-Geralt-

Spellbound - - Part Two - - Part Three

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[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Batter and Bard

Characters: Jaskier, Reader, Geralt (all platonic)

Warnings: None.

Inspiration: Season 2

Summary: You were busy at Kaer Morhen until a certain Bard announced his entrance.

You were thankful that the Witchers let you have free rein over their kitchens in Kaer Morhen. It was the only place where you could be left alone - that was, until the mountain lair began to fill with more familiar faces and voices.

One of whom was a bard with an angelic singing voice and a knack to talk your ear off.

“And then the Countess De Stael just disappears in the morn without me.” Jaskier recounted as he followed you around the open space while you were very clearly busy. Stopping briefly at the centre stone table, he leaned forward on his elbows and sighed dramatically. “Am I not enough for her to leave the troubadour of Cidaris? Am I not worthy of love?”

You were trying to focus on the mixture in your hand and the measurements of the lavender extract but the constantly chatty bard was making it difficult.

“Uh-huh - sure, you are.” You answered quickly.

“I am what? I am not enough for her or I am not worthy of love?”

Looking into the measuring apparatus, you glanced at Jaskier not having heard him. “What?”

Jaskier tapped his hands on the table, “Okay, you’re clearly not paying attention.” He noted and reached across to the bottles of assorted liquids.

“Lavender, chamomile, tulip - is there any wild yellow rose? The Countess De Stael loves wild yellow roses especially the ones from-“

“Jaskier.” You said firmly, tone capturing the bards bright eyes instantly. “I am trying to win a bet against Lambert and you’re not doing me any favours.”

Geralt walked into the area to fetch himself something small, his nose catching the wonderful aroma. “Mm...”

“Not now Witcher!” You snapped and Geralt instantly slowed his pace, frowning at the tone that had been given.

“I didn’t...?” he began to say and noticed that the Bard was present, silently wondering if he had helped push you into the rage.

Jaskier felt the stare burning into his skull and looked over his shoulder. “Oh, don’t blame the bard. You’re all lucky to have me.”

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[longing-for-the-past-times]

Help finding a story

Now that I have your attention :) - I'm looking for this The Witcher Lambert x reader imagine which I strongly believe is called Pulling Pigtails or something similar and in which the reader is a cat witcher who spends the winter at Kaer Morhen and is treated harshly by Lambert (at first, not going to spoil the rest). I've been looking for it the entire morning and I can't seem to find it 🥺

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[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

How the Witcher Characters would react to Lambert's child surprise

...having a similar temper as him

A/N: I think Lambert and his child surprise would have a very fun dynamic that would entertain the witcher fans. They’d definitely argue a lot and then go off to opposite ends of the camp to sulk like children only to make up a few minutes later and kick some ass. It would make for some amazing banter in my opinion.

Tagged: @lucyinthelibrary @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @sunndust @bloatedandlonly (hmu to be added!)

Masterlist | based on this request | requests are OPEN!

Geralt

He’s just surprised anyone can match Lambert’s verbal onslaught

Then again, he’s worried that you’ll hurt Ciri’s feelings, both of you being child surprises in Kaer Morhen

When the two of you do get in a fight, Ciri has to remind him that her grandmother is Calanthe

He doesn’t mind you raging on, he’s used to it from Lambert after all

More amused than insulted

Yennefer

Oh she’s pissed

She’s only just gotten used to Jaskier’s shenanigans, and now you

Nope, she can’t be around someone who expresses their anger so clearly

Avoids you, but will get into verbal arguments with you

The two of you are not good together, or scary together

Ciri

Literally does not care

As said, Calanthe is her grandmother

She’s thankful for some company that doesn’t treat her like a child or tiptoe around her

Great person to argue with (read: great sibling)

Perfect sparring partner

Triss

She’s so pure (at least in the Netflix series…)

Like, you CANNOT be angry at Triss

Only person exempt from your or Lambert’s anger

Which means that people flock her to avoid your anger

She doesn’t mind, enjoys her exclusive treatment

Eskel

He didn’t expect anything else

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree

The tree being an angry witcher with a potty mouth

Looks on in amusement, mostly

Bets with Geralt over the outcome of you and Lambert’s arguments

Coen

He’s Lambert’s friend – he didn’t expect anything less

You won’t enrage him past an eyeroll

Will team up with you against Lambert

Also a great help for when Lambert is actually insulted

Vesemir

The first time he meets you he immediately goes

NOT THIS

Too bad, you’re there now

Does not put up with any more versions of Lambert

Finds outlets for you to let off some steam so that he doesn’t have to deal with it

#geralt #yennefer #ciri #triss #eskel #coen #vesemir #the witcher #witcher imagine #the witcher imagine #geralt imagine #triss x reader #eskel x reader #coen x reader #lambert x reader #lambert x y/n #cirilla of cintra #geralt of rivia #the witcher netflix

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Kinktober Day 8: Master and Slave- Jaskier

Summary: it has been far too long since Jaskier visited you and that deserves a punishment

Word count: 3,150 words

The bard and the Witcher had been travelling for a lot longer than either of them cared for. Tired, hungry and honestly a little smelly, all they wanted was a nice bath, a feed and maybe a pint, or five. At this point honestly any town would do, they just hadn’t come across one in a long while.

As they trod down the road, the path felt familiar to Jaskier. He swore he’d been here before. As he passed a little abandoned cottage he knew exactly where they were going towards. He’d been to this town years ago and he knew an inn keeper who was very hospitable.

Thoughts of you shooting through his mind made his dick instantly become strained in his pants. He was sure Geralt could smell the aroused on him at this point.

“There’s a town about 30 more minutes down the road. I know we wanted to get back sooner but surely a night or two couldn’t hurt.” Jaskier told his friend as his horse began to catch up with Roach.

Geralt was hoping to make better time but honestly the bard was right, they were in need of a good rest and getting off this road.

“Fine.” Was all Geralt grunted out as they continued on.

*********

Riding through the town to find the stables, Jaskiers eye catches a glimpse of your tiny inn. He hoped and prayed you’d have a room for him and the Witcher, not just so he could sleep in an actual bed for once but so he could feel your touch again.

They managed to find a stable to keep the horses in for a couple of nights. Jaskiers heart beat faster and faster as he and Geralt approached your inn. His racing heart must have sounded like a loud speeding drum to the Witcher.

As Jaskier walked through the front door memories of that wonderful couple of nights he spend with you raced back. All of a sudden he was desperate to have your hands around his throat again and your hands brutally tugging on his hair. He wanted you to hurt him, punish him; he could practically hear your words of degradation as his pants began to become tighter again.

They approach the clerk desk to inquire about a room for the night, before Geralt had the opportunity to ding the little bell, you had already appeared. Giving Geralt a smile and welcoming him as he inquires about the room, your gaze never leaving the Witcher’s.

Jaskier started to get antsy as you put all your attention on Geralt, you hadn’t even glanced at him, though you gave very intense eye contact and even pushed your chest forward as you spoke to Geralt. Jaskier was so desperate, he wanted your attention so badly. He stood there awkwardly moving from foot to the other as he played with his fingers and giving you big puppy dog eyes, feeling like a child needing a teachers attention.

You knew Jaskier stood there, you knew the moment he walked into your inn, you wanted to make him sweat, wanted to get him all needy before you’d even touched him. You did make sure to touch the Witcher however, lightly touching his fingers with yours when you handed him the key and even squeezing his bicep as he went to go up the stairs from the entrance.

“Are you bard by any chance? Sorry I didn’t catch your name.” You ask, playing dumb.

“J-Jaskier, me Jaskier, Uh- ah, ye-yes. I’m I’m a bard.” Jaskier stammered out, all of a sudden extremely nervous as all your attention was zeroed in on him, you still refusing to touch him though.

“Good, I have an event tomorrow night and our bard cancelled on us. Would you meet me here after you’ve put your things away and we can discuss it?” You ask him, body now extremely close to his and yet still not touching as you hold an intense gaze and a cheeky smirk.

“O-okay.” Jaskier stammered out once again.

“Good.” You simply said, lightly touching Jaskiers forearm and quickly prancing away, making sure to move your hips a bit more than necessary.

That small touch of his forearm was enough to make Jaskier almost cum on the spot. Looking to his Witcher friend, he found him with a smirk on his face as they both head up to their seperate rooms.

*********

Only a few minutes later, Jaskier was back down the stairs and in your front lobby, waiting for you, already trying to be your good boy.

“Alright, bard, follow me.” You stated as you walked past him and led him out the door. Walking ahead of him as you lead him to the barn behind your inn.

You didn’t say a single word on the short walk there, not even a glance over your shoulder.

As you got in the barn you were quick to grab a wooden chair and sit right down on it, making your breasts bounce as you did, Jaskier definitely noticing.

“Close the doors.” You said to him with a stone cold face. He knew he was in trouble and he couldn’t be happier.

“On your knees, in front of me.” Came your next command as the doors were quickly closed.

Obediently he dropped to his knees right between your split legs. Taking your hair down and loosening your bodice top, you leaned back and roughly grabbed onto his hair, pulling him closer to you.

You lean forward, coming extremely close to his face, you pull his hair back. You can see his breath speeding up and gulping as his body quaked.

“Now, little slave of mine, you’ve been very naughty.” You growl at him, pulling his hair harder.

“I’m sorry, mistress.” He moaned out.

“It’s been so long and you haven’t visited me, my little slave.” You tauntingly sway his head side to side.

“Mistress I’m sorry, please let me make it up to you!” He gasped and moaned desperately.

“Oh no, little slave. You’d like to eat mistresses pussy. Oh no, little slave, you’re going to get a proper punishment. I’m going to punish you properly and you’re going to take it. You’re mine, slave!” You gruffly scold him.

“If you take your punishment like a good boy then mistress might ride you and might even let you cum.” You look down on him with a cheeky smile, hand now removed from his hair and instead place on either side of his face, gently stroking his cheeks.

“Now go be a good slave, lock the barn doors and strip down for me.”

Jaskier was quick to lock the large doors and was even more quick when removing his clothes. He stood in front of you awkwardly for some time. You just watched him, wanting to make him more and more nervous. You could see the way he shuddered for the slight chill of the night and how hard he tried to always bring his eyes back to you.

“Hands and knees in front of me, head facing the door.” You finally spoke, causing Jaskier to relax a little. As before he was once again quick to obey orders, on hands and knees, perfectly in front of you.

Leaning down you admired the almost too eager bard beneath you. Taking your hands you laced them in his gorgeous brown locks once again, slowly pushing his head down into the rough ground of the barn. As his head went down his behind pushed up and out.

Once he reached the ground you replaced your hand on his head with your boot, pushing his head further into the rough ground. As your boot pushes down harder he lets out a mix of a grunt and a moan.

You push the chair further forward so you can lean over him, your hand snaking along his right hip. Feeling his trembling form underneath your hand just made you more excited.

“Now, little slave, you haven’t returned to me in about 2 years so that’s about 24 months. How about because I’m feeling generous, we round it down and say that I give you 20 slaps. How does that sound?” You ask him seductively as your hand begins to stroke his cheeks.

“Yes, mistress. Twent-ty would be goo-ood.” Jaskier stammers as he realises just how many that is. It scares him a little but the thought of your hand coming down on him so many times and the feel of your words and the sting of your hits just excites him so much.

“You know it’s difficult punish such a dirty little slut. Your cocks already so hard it’s digging into the dirty. You’re a filthy boy, slave and you’re going to take your punishment. You’re also going to count for me. I do worry though, I mean twenty I’d such a big number for such a stupid little bard. Do you think you’ll be able to count that high.” You taunt him, knowing he loves your harsh words.

“Y-yes mistress, I’ll count each one for you. I’ll be a good boy.” You complies, almost begging for you to begin.

“We’ll see.” You simply say as the first blow hits him.

“One, mistress!” Jaskier yells out.

He continues calling out with each blow. His words becoming more stammered and indistinguishable with each hit.

By the time your last blow lands and the final number falls from his lips, he’s a a crying and babbling mess. His ass red and body quaking much more than when you began.

Releasing your boot from his head you lightly drag his head up off the ground. Dirt is caking his face as it’s mixed with his tears and perspiration. Lightly brushing away the dirt on his face and hair, you cradle his sweet face.

Jaskier looks at you with a dazed face and glassy eyes. Lightly you wipe away his tears and kiss his sweet face.

“You took your punishment so well, my good boy.” You encourage him, your once cruel words now becoming soft and kind.

“Thank you, mistress.” He gently whispers back with a dizzy smile.

“Do you want mistress to ride you now? Show you how good she can make you feel?” You ask him gently as he begin to stroke his face.

Even in his dazed state he still lights up as the promise of you riding him, meeting you with a boyish smile. Seeing you on top of him, staring intently into his eyes as you draw his pleasure out from him.

“Yes, mistress.” He answered softly.

“Okay then, my good boy, let’s get you dressed and we’ll go inside. A nice comfy bed for my good boy to pleasure his mistress.” You sweetly tell him, now helping him to his feet.

Dressing him together you both show your more softer sides of times like this. Gently putting on his clothes, especially his trousers, as you both stop often to kiss and hold one another.

Once Jaskier is dressed and checked in on you take his hand and lead him back to your little room right next to the front desk. Luckily it was later in the evening and it was not likely that there would be any new visitors, and ones you did have were all sleeping or busy in the tavern.

Lightly pulling on Jaskiers hand you directed him into your little bedroom attached to the clerks desk. Once you were in the room you situated yourself at your desk and stared at Jaskier intently.

“Take off your clothes for me, Jaskier. Nice and slowly.” You told him, beginning to loosen the bodice of your dress to free and play with your breasts.

You watched him intensely with every move of his body as each item of clothing was once again removed, and like the good boy he is, neatly placed them on top of your dresser.

By the time he was completely naked, one of your feet was already on a small stool as you lightly rub your clit, giving Jaskier a nice little show. He stood there looking between your eyes and your fingers as they spread your wetness across your pussy. His eyes so desperate and needy, his cock bobbing with excitement.

Looking directly into Jaskiers eyes, you hold his gaze intensely, feeling like he could cum just watching you alone. Before he could get too excited, you stopped abruptly, taking your foot off the stool and throwing the skirts of your dress back down as you stood.

“Lay on your back on the bed. Hands above your head and don’t you dare move them.” You ordered, now standing directly in front of him, grabbing his face.

“Yes, mistress.” He moaned as his eyes fluttered close.

Once you released his face he ran to the bed and followed your instructions exactly. Seeing the handsome bard laid out on your bed, cock rock hard and twitching, made your skin tingle and your pussy throb.

Slowly you began to strip out of your own clothes. First putting your leg up on the desk and throwing your skirts up your leg as you began to untie your boots. Next you teasingly removed your skirts, slowly and methodically as your eyes raked over your little bard.

Jaskier looked at you hopefully, internally begging and waiting for you to climb onto his lap. A frown formed on his face as instead of making your way to the bed, you went to your dresser drawers.

“I got a couple new toys for us since your last visit,” you tease him as you pull out a mouth gag and pieces of rope to show him “I’d hoped you’d be around again and I remembered how loud and fidgety you were last time, my little slave.” You tease him seductively.

Slowly you begin to approach the bed and just like he’d been waiting for you crawled up his body, leaving kisses and love bites all up his legs, thighs, stomach and chest. Finally finding your spot on his lap you begin to teasingly rub your wet folds on his hard cock, causing you both to moan.

“Palms together and mouth open.” You ordered as you continued grinding on him.

Reaching down you plunged your tongue into Jaskiers waiting mouth, kissing him in a heated and almost feral attack as you quickly replace your mouth with the gag. Once fastened behind his head you grab at both of his cheeks, squishing them and tauntingly moving his head side to side.

“Such a pretty little slut. Only good for taking orders and filling my pussy.” You taunt him with a wicked smile, lightly slapping his face before tying the rope around his hands and to the head board.

Sitting back you stopped your grinding and looked at the bard in front of you. Spit falling out of his mouth and covering his lips, trying so hard to stop himself moaning. Strong arms pulled all the way up and tied above his head. Sexy little bard in your bed and he was all yours, he’d do anything you said and would beg you to use his body just for your own pleasure.

“You ready, whore.” You whisper in his ear, hand coming down to twist and play with his sensitive nipple.

“-es -issess” he mumbled through the gag. Coming up from his ear you lightly kiss his face as you position yourself over his cock.

You begin to slowly tease him again, lowering and grinding on him at a maddening pace. You knew how you tortured him. As his eyes begin to close you slam your hips down, causing his head to fly back and a loud gagged cry to escape him.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty sound.” You smirk down at him, pressing your hands into his chest as you bounce on his cock.

He’s a drooling and moaning mess, trying to hard to keep his eyes on you. He needs you to slow down, already feeling too overstimulated, but you don’t. You could see he was close already.

“You better not fucking cum yet, you whore!” You growl at him as your bouncing continues, hard and unrelenting.

“-lese” he begged through his gag, tearing now falling down his face.

“Can’t even hold your cum, huh? Such a desperate little whore. Can’t even make mistress cum first. Maybe I should bring that Witcher down here, he could make me cum.” Hearing this Jaskier moans even louder.

“Aaaww, does my little slave like that idea? Want to embarrass you? See the big strong Witcher fuck his mistress right in front of him? Fuck, might even tie you to the chair, force you to watch. He could fuck me for hours and not cum.” You taunting continues as you ride him hard and stare right into his eyes.

“Mistress will let your hands go so that you could touch her clit. If you touch her anywhere else then I won’t let you cum. You understand?” You ask grabbing his face once again.

Gag in mouth and your hand roughly grabbing his face he can’t really produce many words but you do get an eager nod in return.

“Good.” You reply harshly as you undo the knots on his hands.

One of his hands landing beside him on the bed as the other reaches for your clit. Rubbing it with the same harsh pace as your thrusts you cum also immediately.

“Oh fuuuuckk!” You scream out. “Cum, Jaskier, cum for me!” You shout as your orgasm pulsates through your body.

Almost immediately Jaskier cries out through his gag, head thrown back and tears falling from his eyes.

Slowing your movements you watch the bard with fascination and care, making sure he was okay but also relishing in his stupid blissed out state.

Your thrusts come to a halt as you gently reach up and remove his gag, kissing his swollen lips and the tears that have fallen down his face.

“You did good, baby boy. Mistress is going to get up now but she’s just going to get a nice cloth to clean you up and another blanket.” You tell him, stroking his face, making him rub his face into your hand.

Slowly you rise off his softening cock, causing him to whimper out. Going to the corner of your small room you wet a little cloth with water from the basin and pick up a nice big warm blanket.

Returning to the bed you gently wipe him and yourself clean, making sure to be gentle and soft. Once you were sure he was okay you placed the blanket over the both of you.

“Do you think a swollen ass and I drained cock would be a good enough excuse to convince Geralt to stay here a couple more days?” He asked lightly chuckling as he drifts off to sleep.

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