I have received so many requests while I was gone, and I have a weekend of vacation that I’m going to try and use to write.
I have also received many personal things reaching out to me, and I appreciate it so much! I wanted to respond to everyone and explain what had happened.
As most know, I had my wisdom teeth removed. Everything seemed ok, though I was out for more than a week, as I didn’t fully comprehend how intense my medication would be. The next weeks were filled with making up for my time off, though I had planned to write out requests once everything went back to normal. However, my lower left socket got infected, and that took a week to recover from. It wasn’t dry sockets, though my whole mouth was swollen to the point where I couldn’t close my mouth.
Some know that I am a college student, and due to the new changes schools are undergoing, my entire schedule was thrown to the wind. Some classes dropped from the roster as they have to be preformed in person, or others had to shift time slots was changing to online.
I want to thank everyone who checked in on me, and I am so sorry that I didn’t respond. I haven’t been on any social media for the past month trying to get things in gear. I still have anxiety for the new semester to come to try and keep up my honors status, but I also love to write for you guys, so I’m going to spend my last week to write as I think I’ve sorted things out to the best of my abilities.
I am on back log for requests, but my asks are always open for people to drop ideas.
I’m getting my wisdom teeth removed tomorrow morning
I’ll have the rest of the week off of work, so ill have time to write!!! Send in some fluffy requests so I can fill my pain ridden time with stuff to take my mind off of it. I’m currently getting to my last couple of requests that are in my asks rn, and they should be up tomorrow :)
AN/// Sorry for the wait, work and life has been eating away at me. This week should be a large fic dump though, so expect content!!! Thank you for that fact, as I wasn’t aware. This actually make my heart flutter reading that, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart : ) I hope you like it. I tried to make it more playful at the end
Making baby sounds as an adult woman was weird. It had to be believable, to an extent, and she had to make it seem like it was coming from the bundle in her arms. Truthfully, there was a child size log with a bomb resting in her elbow, swaddled like a child, though their target wouldn’t know the difference. Y/n’s eyes darted from tree to tree while trying to look inconspicuous, shushing the log while bouncing it somewhat. She could hear the snapping of twigs and rustling bushes, though her head stayed forward. There would be no back up until the thing was in the open, though she had yet to receive the signal that Jaskier and Geralt had made it. Y/n scolded herself, reminding herself that she was a warrior, and she traveled with the White Wolf. She could handle anything by herself, and since there was no real child to take care of, she would be fine. There was a plop behind her, alerting her to the thing stalking close. It was go time.
Y/n lit a match against her leather belt, lighting the fuse. Keeping the bundle wrapped, she quickly kneeled, placing it on the ground. She swiftly started to walk away, only looking back one the thing stopped walking after a few paces, its claws picking up the blanket. Y/n sprinted a few more steps away as the bomb went off, flinging her cape up to shield herself from any stray silver shrapnel. The twisted entity in front of her shrieked, from both pain and the realization that the child was fake. When there was no witcher jumping into the small valley, she knew she was on her own. Y/n quickly charged the beast, silver saber drawn. The creature’s long nails swung, but wasn’t fast enough for Y/n to miss a parry. The warrior was reduced to only defensive measures as the beast was relentless. Soon enough, when Y/n had landed enough blows, the creature made a death throw, going all in. It charged the warrior, grabbing her by the vest, talon like hands digging into her shoulders. Her back hit a tree, and the creature pulled back, bringing her along. Again and again the beast slammed the woman into the tree, starts filling her vision, air fleeing from her body. With every strike against the bough, she could feel her spin rattle, and pain shoot through her ribs. After a handful of strikes, she finally noticed the large piece of shrapnel sticking from the deformed woman’s collar bone, and her hand shot out to push it in. The creature dropped her, and she rolled to her sword, swinging at the thing’s legs. She swiftly cut her down, taking of the thing’s head once and for all. Cuts throughout her vest and shoulders were the only visible injuries, though the internal damage was immense.
Jaskier burst through the bushes, lute raised, but his crazed eyes found her sitting, trying to catch her breath next to the headless creature. He dropped it, Geralt bursting through the bushes next, holding a similar swaddle. Her rows raised, trying to take her mind off the pain, silently questioning the bundle in her lover’s arms and the brown, red spread over her best friend’s figure.
“Animals. Dead animals everywhere. I took this part of the contract thinking I’d come out clean for once-.” Geralt’s scoff cut him off, though his tone was soft, and she recognized it as the tone he uses with her wrapped in one another’s arms.
“You didn’t have a choice.” Jaskier swaggered over to the beast’s body, poking it with his foot before holding out a hand to her. She declined, but motioned to the water skin on his hip, trying to take the attention off of how quickly she denied his help. If she was going to get up, it would be on her own time. She could barley breath as ribs were definitely broken, but she would take inventory in a moment. Though, all thoughts of that ended once the bard’s thumb jabbed backwards in the air towards the slowly moving Geralt.
“We found the kid alive and well. A happy ending for all. Do you think we will be named the kid’s Godly parents?” Y/n’s eyes never left the witcher, her heart speeding up once more, and drowning out Jaskier’s voice. Wide amber eyes were entranced, staring in wonderment down to the bundle in his arms. His entire upper body was stiff, and he was walking as he would when sneaking up to a monster with heightened hearing. A small hand poked out, trying to grab at the lose white hair that swung invitingly over the child’s face. His brows furrowed upwards, looking almost frightened at the outstretched hand. The pain she felt ebbed away at the sight, nothing existing except the love of her life holding the child.
Much ran through her mind in that moment, many things consisting of the future she wished to spend with the witcher. She knew a kid wasn’t in the cards, but somehow, she would try to convince him to collect his child surprise. There didn’t need to be a cottage, stable job, thriving garden or lazy Saturdays to make Y/n happy. She simply needed Geralt in her future to make her future complete, and his happiness was hers. The glow of reigned excitement was familiar to her, often seeing it in her witcher’s eyes when he looked upon her in public. Y/n tried to be as much as she could for the man, though she was aware she couldn’t be or bring everything. But she would try her damndest.
She was taken out of the frequently repeated vows to bring the witcher light and contentment by the brunette plopping down next to her, and bumping his shoulder into hers. Pain flooded the forefront of her mind, and a gasp came tumbling from her lips. Worry painted Jaskier, and Geralt made for her, but stopped when he heard the child in his arms gurgle. Worried eyes flew over her form, and she steeled her looks to present a smile.
“Claws in the shoulder ‘s all.” He gave an unconvinced nod, but looked back down at the child. She slowly got to her feet, giving the same smile to the bard and began down the path where they had decided to leave Roach. Jaskier continued to hover, making the baby giggle, and Geralt was truly perplexed. Y/n wasn’t going to do anything to ruin the time the witcher had with the small child in his arms, so continued to keep her mouth shut about her ribs and back. Once the trio had gotten to the mare, Geralt had a bashful smile gracing his features. Y/n couldn’t help but truly smile in return, until it turned sour at the witcher’s offer.
“Get on Roach.” Usually Geralt would offer her the horse when she was far worse for wear than he, though she didn’t think it was the best idea. Offering it to Jaskier instead would seem to suspicious, let alone the fact that she had never declined the offer before. The only smooth way to keep her off of the horse would be to ask to carry the baby, though she would never do that when he looked so enchanted. Giving a curt nod, she pulled herself onto the mare, her forehead resting on her neck for a moment to regain her strength. Roach gave a worried snort in response to her tense rider, but luckily, neither of the boys noticed. The trio had made their way back into town, Jaskier singing of the spooky lair filled with animal corpses, Y/n keeping in sobs with every step Roach took, and Geralt wishing every happiness to the babe in his arms.
Hearing the bard’s voice, the mother they had met earlier flew out of the house, almost tripping over herself to get to them. She almost bulldozed the White Wolf, her arms wrapping around the baby. Geralt had a hint of sadness in his eyes, though a ghost of a smile was present seeing the baby smile, grabbing onto his mother’s thumb and shoving it into his mouth. The husband rushed out due to hearing his wife cry. A smile broke across his face as he jogged to them, tears streaking his own face. Mariene, the wife, smiled. Her hand reached up to the witcher, cupping his pale cheek. Y/n smile once more, Jaskier playing triumphant background music as the rest of the village left their tasks to surround them. The woman slowly slid down the horse, watching from beside the bard and mare how praise finally rained onto the wolf. Her hand went to hold her ribs, pushing.
“Thank you! Thank you!” Mariene cried. The thanks fell from her lips like a prayer, the witcher shocked. He shook his head and pointed to Y/n, Mariene pointing praise to the warrior as well. The husband, Bernerd, shook Geralt’s hand as Mariene hugged the lights out of Y/n, quite literally. She tried to say something, but the stars flooded her vision. Luckily, Mariene moved to Jaskier, but the bard’s worried gaze flew to Geralt as he called to him. The witcher quickly caught the fainting woman, all joy taken by fear. He was quick to her side, his amber eyes pleading with the bard silently to keep the village attention. They didn’t need a scene, the town loosing too many people to the creature already. He swooped Y/n into a bridal hold, but she started to moan in pain by the hold on her ribs and spine. She tried to arch away, but she couldn’t breath either, not being able to walk.
The woman continued to blink in and out of consciousness, the witcher’s worried voice keeping her earthed. His own pained expression silenced her, her lips sealing so all noises were casted into pained grunts.
“Stay with me, Y/n. Only a few more steps.” Despite her trying to do many things, among them apologizing for ruining his rare moment of joy, she couldn’t stay awake.
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Jaskier’s voice flew throughout the inn, the melody he sung slipping through the floorboards into their room. Practically the entire village was there, despite everything. The couple had paid in full for the return of their child, the Alderman paying for the trophy of the creature, the innkeeper clearing their tab and the village’s heart once they heard of the whole tale. Y/n had been out cold for a day, and the town wished on every star for her health after finding that she was the one who fought the thing. The couple had brought the child around earlier in the morning for Geralt to see, wanting to see if Y/n had awoken yet. The witcher sat beside her since the healer left, never moving from his chair. His pale hands gently rubbed ointment into Y/n’s stomach as she awoke that night.
Seeing her eyes open to meet his made his mind finally relax. The entire day was spent scolding himself for not seeing the signs. He knew everything about Y/n, trying his hardest to make her happy in anyway he could. The White Wolf never really took to conversations, so he expressed himself by listening, observing and doing. He trusted Y/n to take care of herself, but that didn’t mean that slip ups never happened. Maybe if he noticed sooner. If he had stuck to their routine, checking over her like every other contract, he could have noticed, and they wouldn’t be in this situation. Jaskier had pulled up a chair, sitting and watching next to him the night prior. The bard had also refused to leave or sleep, only getting a wink of rest when he passed out from exhaustion. That too Geralt burdened. The bard took to mending Y/n’s main vest, the claws had punctured holes into it. He had also found water and a sponge for Geralt to wash her shoulders. Jaskier also tried to convince Geralt that it wasn’t just his fault, the bard not noticing or asking either, but the witcher refused.
Geralt would do anything for Y/n, and he put things like checkups in order to keep her healthy. He couldn’t give her things most people want, and nowhere close to what she deserved. But he tried, and this didn’t help show it. He felt as though he failed her, and failed himself. Y/n was his world, and he couldn’t take care of it. If he couldn’t take care of it, he certainly didn’t deserve it.
“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He watched as she slowly blinked, taking in her surroundings. Her eyes flew down to her chest, finding her abdomen and shoulders dusted with ink black, blues and yellows with bruises. She sighed, barely trying to sit up before pain shot through her spine and she settled back down.
“I could have said something.”
“I should have noticed.” She sighed again, her hand landing and stilling one of his that continued its butterfly touches as it rubs in the ointment.
“I would have remained silent again.” His face steeled, leaning in closer as his brows furrowed.
“Why? You were harmed, and I could have helped.” She smiled, eyes closing.
“You looked so happy with that baby. I… I know we can’t have a lot, but you deserve the world. A little joy with the expense of some bruising is worth it.” His hand flipped, snatching hers within his, squeezing.
“You are my world. I should be giving you that joy.” She grunted in annoyance, though her eyes were bright as she opened them again.
“You being happy makesme happy.” He grumbled, clearly defused, but something still bugged him as he went back to rubbing.
AN/// I live in a place where it is winter most of the time, and I’m not living my best life with the sun rn. I actually have had heat stroke, so I feel this.
For my pal @theichabbieclub , thanks for requesting!
Geralt x reader, Best Friend Jaskier
Dresses weren’t really made for the path. Y/n had witnessed Yen, Sabrina and Triss flourish in battle while wearing them, but maybe it was a sorceress thing? It certainly wasn’t Y/n’s. Every day she stuck with a cotton white long sleeve that was much like Jaskier’s chemise minus the lace. A dark purple vest was donned most days due to the padding within it. It wasn’t necessarily armor as there were no metal plates, but it was extra protection. Usually, her vest would be half made up, sleeves rolled to mid forearm, boots laced up to the knees and hair would be down, flowing in the wind.
Today there was no wind. No shade. Nothing to keep the sun’s beating rays from striking her eyes and warring her skin. Sweat prickled her skin hours ago, but her pores still stung during every fresh new wave. At first, the vest had been opened and the sleeves rolled up as far as they went. Her eyes watched in wonder as Geralt sat upon Roach, proud in his full black leather armor. At least the bard had shed his doublet, sharing some of her pain.
The next to go was the top laces of her boots. How were knee high boots practical anyways? Well, Y/n knew why she wore them, and despite the burning in her calves, the reasonings still seemed justified. Yen had an affinity for the style of boot, and while Y/n discarded the heel aspect, she had to admit that it did bring out the shape of her claves nicely. Of course, it wasn’t a competition. Geralt and Y/n had been in a relationship for two years, the witcher making it clear that he couldn’t love her the same way. Sure, a djinn’s magic binds them, but it can’t make them love each other, that was quite impossible. The leather kept in the heat, and the pants tucked in down to the ankle wasn’t helping. The one blessing was that the wetness of the cloth had yet to start squeaking against the leather with every step.
Three hours into the day, and it seemed like they were in the middle of nowhere. They were close enough to the Sand Pit where one side had been scarce fields and the other was desert. At the three and a half mark, Y/n switched spots with Jaskier in their little walking order, and looked up to her lover with pleading eyes.
“Darling?” Geralt’s brow was raised and a smirk accompanied it, trying to convey that the term of endearment was a lame trick to get what she wanted. Though, if the White Wolf was honest with himself, he’d give her the world if she asked. “Can I steal your hair tie? Please?” Golden eyes watch as a bead of sweat trickled down her forehead, barely missing her eye when it passed. The rest of the ties were at the bottom of his pack, and he didn’t want to stop them, trying to get his lover and bard into cooler temperatures as soon as possible. His hand reached up, pulling the small leather tie from his hair. White strands fell, and he shook his head so they would go back into their natural place before placing the band in her now outstretched hand. Both of her brows were at her hairline and a loving, knowing grin was spread. “That was quite dramatic,” referring to his hair flip. “But much appreciated.”
The nonexistent wind on her now bare neck didn’t help at all. There was a decision to be made, and it wasn’t taken lightly. She could feel her shirt sticking to her, the vest being another item keeping heat clinging to her skin. Y/n tried to be as modest around Jaskier as much as possible, and she didn’t know what could be seen through her soaked shirt. But the bard had become a very close friend, and this has become very desperate measures. The vest had been shed, and she was now out of options to shed clothing. There was no shad for miles except for what Geralt and Roach casted, though she had moved into that spot during hour five. How could there not be a settlement or weather shift in five hours?!
Broaching hour seven was where things went south. Y/n had long forgotten the embarrassment of Geralt definitely being able to smell her sweat due to his senses, or how her shirt was completely soaked through. Walking in a straight line hadn’t been a thing for a couple miles, and Y/n started to loudly sing along to Jaskier’s humming. Geralt was like he usually was, checking in on their vitals, but keeping his eyes on the road. Being so close to the Sand Pit gave him anxiety for his companion’s safety, though he knew now that they’d be near a town within the next half hour. It seemed though, that he should have been paying closer attention.
Jaskier had gotten close to the witcher’s side, whispering up to him.
“Is Y/n okay?” Geralt’s brows furrowed and he turned in the saddle. Y/n was a few paces behind them, face aimed at the sky, eyes closed. Her lips were pale, practically white, a clear sign of dehydration. Her shirt was completely soaked through, drops of sweat beading and dropping halfway down her arm. Feet barely lifted off the ground and her humming had become hoarse. Geralt was off Roach and by her side in an instant, and she barely questioned him hoisting her into the saddle. A water skin was quickly shoved into her hand.
“Drink this, you’re going to pass out if you don’t.” Her whole body tilted his way as she gave a tired yet sly look. Her voice was only a quiet mumble.
“Would that really be so bad?” She brought the waterskin to her lips, though after her second gulp, Geralt’s gloved hand gently squeezed her thigh.
“Small sips. Give a minute in between each. Too much water could do you more harm than good.” Her hand came out, and she booped his nose, half delirious.
“Well look at you, my smart, handsome Mountain Man.” The bard snorted, but the witcher ignored it, giving her a loving grin and disbelieving brows.
“Mountain Man?” She hummed in agreement, a curt nod accompanying.
“I like this- this sitting down stuff.” The witcher also hummed, very amused, but worried. Guilt was eating away at him. There were Elven springs he knew of near where they were going, though long abandoned. He had a friend he had asked a while ago to clean it for them, giving the two some time off together. Alone. The nearby town large enough for the bard to make tavern rounds. Once they got to the cool springs, he would try and pamper, well, his version, as a way of apologizing for choosing the faster but more reckless path.
“Y/n,” the bards voice piped up in inquiry. Her whole body shifted, tilting over him now. The water skin was brought up to her lips once more in a quick sip. Jaskier smirked, knowing the opportunity he had. Y/n was very honest, and he knew he could get more out of her in her exhausted state. “What does Geralt reallythink of my singing?” He heard a scoff from the other side of Roach, but only smiled when her honest eyes went wide with joy and a fond smile towards whatever memory came to mind.
“He loves it! Once, you sang ‘Thou Winter Wind’, and he cried-.” Geralt was quick to drop his smile.
AN/// I’ve added/changed it a bit. I rewrote it couple times and decided to stick with this, as the others felt rushed to try and get to that specific conclusion in the readers intention at the bridge as it’s very heavy subject matter/ severe actions to take. It’s still very close to exactly what you asked, and I hope you like it all the same.
This is for my pal @theichabbieclub
Warnings: Mention of Suicide/ At risk, fighting, Self-Battering, Hurt/Comfort
Angst with somewhat fixed ending
Geralt x reader
The day had started out splendidly. Birds had been chirping, clothes had recently been washed, and they hadn’t been near a town to make a fool of herself. When one looked at Geralt, they knew instantly the strength and balance he had. When looking to Jaskier, people could watch as he practically glided wherever he went. Y/n, on the other hand, had been a clutz. Bright eyes and wide smiles were what people first saw when looking to her, but it didn’t take long till they realized how clumsy and awkward she truly was. It was known that when you grow older, your depth perception worsens, but it seemed like it was non-existent to begin with. It wasn’t uncommon for the woman to bring attention off the witcher because she had accidently ruined merchandise of a trader or a garden of a mother.
People would easily look past the witcher to scorn her, Y/n’s only defense being herself and Jaskier. It seemed that Geralt hadn’t really cared whether or not she was punished for actions that were truly accidents. Y/n had only found herself traveling with the men, as she knew Jaskier. Julian was someone she grew up with, being kicked out of the inheritance for insolence and clumsiness. Her family was certain she has been the only noble’s daughter to ever lose a title for not living up to basic noble expectations. Jaskier happily took her under his wing, despite the witcher’s hard denial.
What made the whole thing worse was her idolization for the White Wolf. His heart was massive, and it cared for those who certainly don’t deserve it, on top of the innocents who thought they could never have it. Both were convinced that his attitude was simply tough love. It had taken him years to finally admit that Jaskier was is friend, and they were optimistic that the same would happen with her.
Of course, as the day went on, it became abundantly clear that that hadn’t been the case. The trio had eventually made it to a town with a few contracts. They were pretty miscellaneous, but Geralt had taken them none the less. Jaskier had set up to play at the local tavern and Y/n tagged along. There wasn’t much income to the group that Y/n provided, but she was a hell of a card player. Gwent had taken off throughout the continent, and she easily beat the best player in every town. There had luckily been a few people willing to lose coin, and they set up a small tournament for that night. That was where everything went wrong.
Geralt had arranged to start the contracts at dawn the next day, and Jaskier was playing to his hearts content. Y/n had a large winning streak so far, but it seemed the other players couldn’t believe they were losing. And to a woman no less. A fight had broken out, and Geralt was forced to stop it before Y/n got hurt. The only problem with that was if word got out that dramatized the situation, he might lose the contracts. The trio moved up to their shared room, and it was were the real fight began.
“It was an accident, Geralt.” Jaskier gently set his lute in the case, his voice soft, as if trying to quell a riled animal.
“An accident?” Both the witcher and the woman asked in unison. Golden eyes snapped to hers and a brow flew to his hairline, daring her to explain.
“There was intent, but certainly not mine!” Y/n pleaded. She felt like she was in a time loop, this conversation being hatched over and over again. “It’s not my fault that they couldn’t handle losing.”
“Why were you playing them in the first place?”
“You know that’s how she contributes,” the bard snapped. His arms folded and stepped up to them both, the trio forming an angry triangle in the middle of the room.
“Right, because she can’t do anything else.” The witcher’s eyes widened a tick as he realized he had spoken out loud. He cursed himself as he looked to Y/n. Geralt was opening up after years of coercion from his friendly bard, but it seems it has been working too well. He couldn’t see anything written on her face, but the stench of molding lemons streamed throughout the room, giving away her pain.
“I’m sorry. You’ve said yourself that you can tell a lie. You know that I never mean what happens.” The bard’s hand reaches out to grab her shoulder, but she ducks under his arm, going for the door. “I’m going for a walk. Alone.” She could hear Jaskier start to yell the second she closed the door, but she tuned it out, and started walking.
Geralt hadn’t meant what he said. Of course, he hadn’t meant what he said to the bard n the mountain either. It was something childish and petty that he had thought of simply because he was grumpy. Late morning, no breakfast that he’s grown accustomed to, wet socks and a grumpy Roach made for a bad attitude. Still, he shouldn’t be making excuses, as there was no reason to say it in the first place.
Finding her trail wasn’t hard as the stench lemon wafted through the air, leading him straight to her. What was worrisome was where he found her. There was a high-mounted bridge on the way into town due to the fast ravine that flowed under it. It was too fast and too deep season ‘round for any safe passage through it like many rivers or creeks found throughout the continent. There, sitting on the ledge, was Y/n.
Geralt’s heart sped to the pace of an average humans, and his mind began to race. Renfri started to scream at him, her voice rattling his brain.
“Y/n,” he cooed. He didn’t want to startle; a flinch could be enough to send her slipping without even having a chance to talk it through. He hadn’t even noticed the state she was in until she turned her head, big wet eyes, snot dripping and sobs wracking her whole body. Her shoulders hunched in, and each wave of tears made it harder for her to breath. “Please, listen.” His hand went out, like trying to sooth a frightened doe.
“Wha-?” Y/n couldn’t even finish a word, sobs forcing her to cough. She turned to look back out to the rushing water, stars still being reflected in the small white caps.
“Easy,” was accompanied by a couple steps in her direction. He was only two arm lengths away- too far to try ad snatch her from the air. He heard a scoff, and an arm lifted from the ledge to wipe the back of her hand against her nose. He started to feel his legs go numb, watching one of the limbs keeping her on the bridge being lifted off automatically giving him anxiety. Another small cough came from her when a fresh set of tears arose, the salt breaking out in the air. “Breath. You have to breath.” Her head snapped to him.
“I k-know that,” the lack of air making her lines choppy. It was starting to worry Geralt, as every second her body tried harder and harder to bring air in. He couldn’t do anything to help, however, until her feet were on the ground.
“Right. I was just reminding you.”
“I don’t n-need reminders, Geralt. I k-know you didn’t want me h-here, okay? But I’m n-not useless.”
“I didn’t mean that.” Another scoff could be heard.
“S-sure. You’re right, though. I’m -not made for the path, I guess. I’m n-not good enough for what I was born into either,” her least sentence driving more tears from her eyes. “There’s nothing left for me to do.”
“Sure there is,” his answer ripped through his body, the first word right on the heels of her last. “And you do belong with us.” A dark laugh erupted as she stood and began pacing the ledge. A sharp intake of breath invaded the witcher as she did.
“Oh, really?”
“I fight the monsters, Jaskier plays the music, and you bring the joy.” And he wasn’t lying. Besides the clumsiness, Y/n was full of light. She was like the moon, always reflecting the suns rays onto everyone’s world, even when in darkness. Sure, darkness befalls the moon, but there is always a shred of light within it. Even when Geralt or Jaskier can’t see her, her presence remains in the form of a caring, and loyal friend. If only the wolf knew how to express such thoughts.
“Joy doesn’t get us very far in life.”
“A dumb remark from someone who cares should constitute such drastic actions if a little joy doesn’t go very far.” Y/n stopped in place, a brow flying to her hairline. Her shoulders still shook, and she still couldn’t breathe, but he had her attention.
“What? What action? I c-can walk away if I want.” Now it was Geralt’s turn for confusion.
“Of course you can walk away. I meant,” his still outstretched hand waved in the ledge’s general direction. “Jumping.” She repeated the word, still confused until realization set in.
“You really think I would do that?” It also set in for Geralt. Perhaps she had simply been sitting.
“I didn’t- what if- how could I-?” So many questions brewed in his head, none of them fully making it out past his lips. Y/n gave another dark laugh, and jumped down in front of the witcher, her pointer finger jabbing his chest and her voice turning into a yell.
“A mean comment can’t push me to that, Geralt. I’m stronger than you think. How could I take your comment seriously if you have such a foolish train of thought!” She ran out of air by the end of it, the gasping, the jump and the yelling all being to much for her body. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she fell forward into him. Geralt clutched her tight, quickly wiping her face with his shirt and pushing the hair from it as well. He lifted her as though she were a bride and slowly made his way back to the inn, trying to think of all the ways to make it up to her.
After the delicious breakfast Henry and (y/n) had he told her that they must attend a charity event that his brother was throwing. She always enjoyed those types of outings with him, she liked the attention and how Henry would proudly show her off and twirl her around the dancefloor, Henry always made her feel wanted and appreciated. However with that type of short notice, she was left running around her wardrobe room with Jennette and Angelina on her side, trying to pick an outfit, it wasn’t like she didn’t have any, but she always wanted to be perfect, the Cavill family had accepted her but not without difficulties, at the end of the day they all saw her as this little shiny toy Henry would dispose at some point.
“What about this? It still has the tag on it”
Angelina spoke lightly holding up the extravagant green gown Henry had bought her one day, she had mentioned her favorite designer so the next day Henry sent her 8 different gowns that he liked.
Angelina was new to the roaster, Jennette (y/n) quickly came to the realization that a few of the maids and butlers were giving out information about (y/n) to Henry’s mom, she was a wonderful lady when (y/n) was around because she saw her as just a girlfriend and not the wife, so they swiftly got replaced. (Y/n) approached Angelina and let her fingers trace the fabric as she turned to look at Jennette.
“Isn’t the slit a bit too much for a family event?”
“I think it’s finally time for you to make this statement… miss Cavill”
(Y/n) giggled at the name, Jennette liked calling her that as a small joke and a reminder that she is now the lady of this house. (Y/n) was always a big personality but this life made her feel small and uncertain. She bit her lip before she started nodding to herself, Angelina smiled in triumph due to feeling accomplished with finding the dress for (y/n).
“Angelina help miss (y/n) put the dress on, I’ll be downstairs if you need me”
“Yes miss jennette”
As (y/n) started to take off her robe to slip on the right dress, jennette walked out of the master bedroom and towards the entrance of the house, that’s where Mister Henry was waiting for his lady. Jennette was curious about the reason he had asked to see her privately to talk about (y/n).
she wasn’t worried about it though, Jennette had a good feeling about this since everyone could clearly see how madly in love he was with her, he had brought other women home in the past yet they were never introduced to the staff, they had remained anonymous visitors. She slowly walked down the marble stairs while Mister Henry was standing in front of a mirror, fixing his tie.
“You asked to see me sir?”
“Yes Jennette”
His tone of voice was light as a feather, kind and melodic as he finally rearranged himself and took his eyes off his reflection and turned to Jennette who was patiently waiting close to him.
“How’s (y/n) been doing?”
“She is finally getting comfortable, Angelina has been helping with making her feel in charge”
Henry slowly nodded as a ghost of a smile on his lips. He remembered how scared she was in the beginning, how she would stutter while talking to the staff or some days she wouldn’t even leave the bed until he came home. He could recognize how much she has flourished and rose to the occasion. He was so thankful when (y/n) started to smile while talking to him about Jennette, she needed an ally and now Angelina was another soldier
“I’m going to ask her to marry me”
Jennette gasped in a happy demeanor and started to clap fastly with her fingers while her palms remained together. Henry was aware how close the two of them had grown to become, Lady Jennette has been around his family since he was a young adult, when he first started getting involved in the “family business”.
however all his brothers had kids and a wife, (y/n) was the only woman he could see a future with, just the thought of her with a big round belly made him feel all warm and fuzzy, he felt alive next to her and her presence never left his mind, he had a reason to keep living and working. As soon as he had laid eyes on her that night he stayed at the hotel she was working at he just had to have her, it was almost compelling
“Of course you can’t tell her”
“I would never dream of such a thing sir”
Before Henry could speak he heard the door of his bedroom open, along with giggles that probably came from Angelina and (y/n). Both of them waited for her to turn the corner and appear.
(Y/n) felt his eyes on her as soon as she stepped at the top of the stairs. Jennette was smiling at the sight of her while Henry remained silent. Angelina helped her lift up her dress ever so slightly so she can take the steps down without a problem. You could hear her heels click on the well polished floor. Ever since she met him the look he gave her every time he saw her was addictive, she felt like the most beautiful woman in the world when he gave her this intense look that scanned her body.
“If the slit is too much I can go change”
“You look stunning my love”
He reassured her and walked to her. His hands immediately found hers and her raised one to his lips to place a gentle kiss on her knuckles while never breaking eye contact. She smiled back and instinctively she filled the space between them so she could hug him, his cologne made her feel safe knowing that he was there was the most comforting idea.
After a few moments she pulled away but their hands remained intertwined. Every single time they had to attend a family event he could sense her anxiety, at any other gala she was right at home but when it came to his family she looked like a kid going through school exams.
“Don’t be nervous love”
“I’m not nervous”
She quickly shot back in defense. She could tell that he wasn’t convinced, yet he chose to let it go, acknowledging the fact that pushing her more would only do more damage than good. Her hair was down and styled to perfection, her make up was done to bring out her beauty even more, she looked like a true goddess coming to bless the mortals.
“Don’t wait for us jennette”
“Yes sir. Have a good night”
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The car ride was spent by (y/n) looking out the window while her one hand traced her necklace and the other held Henry’s, he chose to silently support her. He could comprehend how scary his family could be for an outsider, of course they were nice when she was around but (y/n) was no fool, she noticed the quick side eyes and the few whispers when she turned her back, she only bit her lip and smiled for Henry’s sake, as well as the fact that if she wanted to be in this family she had to outsmart them, she was aware that they acted like that because she was the girlfriend, as soon as Henry would propose nobody would dare to say anything, she would officially be a Cavill. It was a shallow reason but she just wanted to be recognized for what she was, a woman that all she did was fall in love.
As the driver opened the door Henry got out first and then he helped (y/n) get out, before she got the chance he slightly kneeled in front of her to fix the end of her dress that touched the floor. His gentle grace of his fingers from her calf that went over her thigh brought goosebumps all over her body.
“I love this dress on you”
“I think you will have to wait until we get back home to show me how much you do”
Henry’s reply was to lean down and press a kiss on her naked left shoulder before offering his arm for her to take as they walked in the Mansion as a couple.
(Y/n) felt the awfully familiar tightness in her chest as they entered, people were mingling, the smell of cigars lingered in the air as you could see the smoke in the air, even though the staff had done it’s best to open windows and keep the air fresh.
“(Y/n)!”
She heard a woman call her name at a rather enthusiastic tone. As she turned she saw it was Henry’s sister in law Chiara. She was dressed in a black dress that was a bit more modest than hers, yet it complimented her delicate figure in such a way that made her look like the glamorous Hollywood stars back in the day. The brunette woman opened her arms and offered (y/n) a warm hug. (Y/n) hugged back, feeling grateful that the host was one of the people in this family that she actually got along with. Chiara had married into the family years ago, she was rather tall and very intimidating, she vividly remembered the story of how Charlie traveled back and forth from the UK to Austria just to get a date with her.
“You look exquisite”
(Y/n) complimented her, Chiara smiled as she gave an up and down look with a smirk on her painted lips.
“Same goes for you dear, the hawk is going to have a heart attack… love it”
Chiara and (y/n) had bonded over how tightly Henry’s mother held the strings, Chiara was the first to pull (y/n) aside and warn her that she is like that with anyone however she is all bark and no bite. Many nights have been spent over the phone with Chiara giving advice to (y/n). They were so different yet they found comfort in one another.
“How are you Chiara?”
Henry joined in, he didn’t care that Chiara forgot to greet him, quite the opposite he was pleased (y/n) was getting the attention she deserved. Chiara looked at him and in the meantime Charlie started to approach her from behind, (y/n) had to admit that even though she met Chiara while she was married she still felt like Chiara was a single woman, Charlie traveled a lot which Chiara had stated multiple times that it was the reason she was still married to him, she needed her space and craved time alone. So as one can assume that she wasn’t really eager to have a baby either.
“I’m well, I’m surprised you guys made it. I thought you had to be in Scotland”
“(Y/n) is not fond of Scotland”
He simply responded. To be fair she thought it was a beautiful country but it was springtime and she wanted to go somewhere with a bit more sun. A waitress approached the two couples and offered champagne, Henry reached for two glasses and offered (y/n) one, Chiara and Charlie were already holding a glass.
“Here you go love”
“Thank you”
“Cheers, to another successful season”
Henry raised his glass while the others followed. As they clinked their glasses and all the group took a sip, the taste of the bubbly drink soothed (y/n)’s nerves, her shoulders started to relax and the tightness on her chest was little to none.
“Where’s mom and dad?”
“Oh last time I saw them they were talking to our brother”
“We should go say hello”
“Alright, it was nice seeing you”
(Y/n) said before Chiara leaned in a bit to whisper in her ear “you got this doll”.
(Y/n) giggled at her and Chiara just stepped back and gave her a playful wink. Henry’s hand found the small of her back before gently guiding her away from the couple, the last glimpse she got off the couple was Chiara turning to say something to her husband as she flipped her long wavy hair back.
(Y/n)’s heart stomped so loud she started feeling the pressure on her ears, out of instinct she clenched her jaw and tried to mask her nervousness. Henry spotted his parents and walked to them, knowing well that (y/n) is already done with the situation and depending on how this goes they might have to leave immediately.
“Henry and (y/n), is so good to see you”
Henry’s father, Colin, was the first to greet them with a kind smile on his face. Colin had always been nothing but kind to (y/n), which was surprising to her since she had stereotypically thought that the father would be the hardest one to crack. Colin hugged his son and then proceeded to take (y/n)’s hand and give a kiss on her hand.
“It’s good to see you young lady”
“Thank you”
“How are you dear?”
His mother Marianne said before going in for a very forced hug, yet she was grateful they still had a civil type of communication especially around others.
“I’m well, how are you?”
“You’ve lost weight, I was hoping you would have gained some, oh you would look so cute with a little baby bump”
(Y/n) let out a nervous giggle, not knowing how to answer. They weren’t even married, let alone have a baby, she wanted to have kids but she was still young and wanted to enjoy having henry for herself a little longer.
Henry’s hand went from the small of her waist to wrapping around her as a way to bring her closer to him. He had heard this over and over again, the only difference was that to him they questioned if she was worthy to bring an heir to the family.
“Not yet mother, I still enjoy seeing her in these tight clothes”
“Henry we are still your parents. He is right Marianne, let them have some fun”
“I’m sure (y/n) can have fun but Henry you are not getting any younger”
(Y/n) was at the edge of just disassociate as her gaze started to focus on a vase behind Marianne. In any other case if this woman was a random stranger she would have popped off and started to insult her. The squeeze she received from Henry’s hand pulled her out of her trace. She bit her lip as she tried to find the right thing to say, she wanted kids but the subject of babies was something they hadn’t even discussed other than the cheeky comments during sex. The squeeze she received from Henry’s hand was enought to bring her out of her trance and now the tightness on her chest was replaced by a fire of anger.
“You know last time you questioned my credibility as a potential wife, so this new situation of wanting me to get pregnant is at least a step”
“Honey I don’t know what you are talking about”
“You do, we all do”
She hit back before downing the rest of her drink. Henry smiled in triumph, he was taken back by her boldness on one hand, on the other she held her own and showed the spark he loved to see.
“I think it’s time for us to leave. I love you both”
Henry hugged both of his parents and his dad gave (y/n) another kiss on the hand, when she turned to Marianne (y/n) smiled and took her in for a big hug, making Marianne let out a small “oh”.
“Water under the bridge… dear”
(Y/n) said at a lower tone before she pulled away and took her spot again next to Henry.
“Have a good night”
Henry said before taking (y/n) away from them. Henry’s hand slowly slid from her waist to her bum, he didn’t do anything he just let it rest on it. (Y/n) was smart enough to understand that this small change of movement meant that not only was he not mad she responded, he was turned on by her.
“You never seize to amaze me love. I’ll call the chauffeur but we got 15 minutes before he arrives”
“Plenty of time to see what decor they have in the bathroom”
So since a lot of you liked this so much I have decided to listen to the people and give y'all a part two. I hope I did it justice and please leave a note to tell me if you like it. Enjoy!
P.s I suggest you read this while listening “like real people do” by hozier
It had been years since he last saw her, since he had felt her touch, since he heard her tantalizing laugh and gazed upon her glistering skin as she swam with her sisters. He had spend a week with her, sleeping next to her was the most peaceful slumber he ever had, waking up had never been easier when she was next to him, he would scoop her and cradle her in his arms knowing she was awake but allowing her to play the sleepy part cause it made it even better.
The worst part was when he had to leave her, she had slipped away in the middle of the night, when the sun came up she was hidden away from him with her sisters, he had called her name multiple times but she remained unseen. She had heard him, she could see him standing there waiting patiently for her to come out but chose not to, what good could that do? She would only hurt even more if she got to hug him goodbye, no it was better this way.
Jaskier had written and performed many songs about her as him and geralt travelled, as much as Geralt was hurting to listen and be reminded of those times he was also thankful of them, time has passed but the dreams and memories were still vivid. While Jaskier slept Geralt would hold the crystal she had given him, remembering how happy she was that he liked it, he kept it tucked away in his armor to bring him luck
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“I think it will be best if we stopped at the next village”
“We have to go at the castle in two days, suck it up”
Geralt responded as Jaskier huffed. He had been extra irritated today, something was not quite right, he woke up heavy hearted which was a rare occasion for Geralt yet he chose to keep it a secret, he didn’t need Jaskiers blabbering about Geralt being sensitive or whatever the barb had to say.
“Does this forest look familiar?”
“You’re stalling”
“I’m being serious, are we making circles?”
Then he heard it, the laugh, her laugh. Geralt immediately made Roach stop as he froze, his eyes shot wide open. How could he have missed it? It’s her forest, her lake, he was so in his head that he didn’t realize he had to pass by her river.
“Ohhh this is marvelous! Come on Geralt let’s go see your nymph.”
Jaskier didn’t even turn to look at Geralt who was ready to protest, he was already running towards the river.
(Y/n) was about to hide as she caught a glimpse of the eager visitor. She smiled brightly as she swam in a fast pace to reach him.
“JASKIER! WHAT A SURPRISE!”
she got out of the river and wrapped Jaskier in a tight hug. She squealed as Jaskier lifted of the ground for a split second, as she was let go of his welcoming embrace Jaskier span her around to take a look at her.
“My goodness you look exactly the same dear”
“Perk of being a magical creature, you however look so much better, you look like a man”
She was genuinely happy to see him. Over the span of that week Jaskier and (y/n) had developed a sibling type of love, his childlike outlook on life was so colorful and hopeful that you just wanted to be around him.
“Thank you, I’ll take it as a compliment”
“Where is he?”
She asked him. Jaskier smile became a bit more mischievous, of course he understood her but it was so beautiful to observe their love. Jaskier could swear that his brood friend became a different person when she was around.
“Up the hill, you should go find him, he was extra grumpy today”
“Sisters! Jaskier is back!”
Jaskier wasted no time and left his belongings on the ground as he ran towards the water. She was perplexed over the fact of why didn’t he follow Jaskier, why was he still over the hill. Still, her legs acted on their own as she walked away from the river and closer to him. As she got closer her heart beat grew stronger and it was almost painful, she could hear Roach step and his armor clicking. Finally there he was, his back facing her as he tied his horse to the tree.
“Geralt”
Her voice was barely audible, but of course he heard it. He had heard the encounter between his friend and (y/n) and her light steps as she came to him. For some unknown reason he was scared to face her, even shameful if you will.
He slowly turned to look at her, her cloth that was barely covering anything stuck to her, her hair was wet and her skin under the sun made the drops of water look like diamonds sliding of her silk like skin. He felt a wave of happiness as his eyes met hers, her surprising enchanting gaze put him under her spell that he never wanted to break out of.
They remained like this for a few moments, Geralt instinctively ran to her and lifted her off the ground as he hugged her, his face went to her neck as he took in a deep breath and her smell took over his senses.
“I missed you so much”
She said as tears of joy ran down her face, she closed her eyes as she enjoyed the feel of his armor against her after all this time. Geralt kept her in his arms for a bit after he lightly let her down, her hands went to his cheeks almost immediately, tears still running down hers as she tried to take in his features. Geralts hands remained on her face as they both tried to find the right words to say.
“You-you… I”
“I know. I’m sorry”
She didn’t even have to finish her sentence. He understood exactly why she remained hidden back then, he also knew how much pain his departure had caused her. He took her hand in his as she kissed her palm again and again as she smiled and laughed while still crying.
“Don’t cry, I’m here”
He whispered to her in such a soft way that you would think Geralt was possessed. He wiped away her tears as they both laughed together, it was a laugh of relief, their hearts finally felt that weight of being apart being lifted and they could breathe freely once again. She was the one to reach out and kiss him in the lips, the kiss showed intimacy, love, eagerness, true passion as the one craved the other so much. Geralt lifted her once again as she laughed in the kiss, to him she was as light as a feather.
“You look beautiful”
“I missed those eyes”
She replied back. So many nights she had jumped out of slumber because she would dream of his eyes, the dreams felt so real that once she was awake she would start crying over the fact that it wasn’t real, that those eyes were only in her memory. Now here he was, Geralt in the flesh as she hugged and kissed her all over the face while her melodic laugh filled his ears. To him her laugh was better than any ballad Jaskier or any other barb had sang.
“My dream”
He said as they both took a breath after their kiss, their foreheads touching while she was still hovering over the earth. They were a sight for sore eyes, as they both got lost in each other’s eyes and nothing else mattered to them. It was exactly what the poets and writers tried to put to words, yet no one did it justice.
“I want to come with you”
“I want to stay with you”
They said ok unison. Once again laughter was heard as they understood how much alike yet different they were, yet they wanted to sacrifice their life, to leave behind all they knew for the sake of love, they were ready to surrender themselves into this strong feeling and just live together for as long as this world aloud them.
“I shouldn’t have left”
“I shouldn’t have allowed you to”
She replied. Geralt gave her a kiss on her forehead and let her down once again, still taking in her presence. She smiled at him while she intertwined her fingers with his, silence took over but their eyes said everything, they had reach euphoria in the arms of the other. Their missing half was finally home.
The life (y/n) had it was something Geralt often envied, it was a way of living that had nothing to do with him, it was almost like she created her own magical bubble that kept her away from anything harmful, she lived in harmony with everything.
(Y/n) was a farmer’s daughter, an only child and her mother passed away when she was young, a few years after she made her first step into adulthood her father also passed, so since she was a little girl her day was filled with taking care of the land and looking after the animals she so much adored. It wasn’t the squeezing cow tits and cleaning out the stables that fascinated him, it was the utter bliss you could identify at the twinkle of her eyes, she was in love with her life, the bitterness and greed of the world had graced by her and left her unharmed.
(Y/n) had stumbled across Geralt at the market of the closest town of her home. She sold fruits, milk and vegetables there, still the reason why Geralt noticed wasn’t her healthy goods, it was her booming voice as she shouted at a man.
“If you lay your hands on a child again I will make sure you have no hands to do so!”
As he approached to see what all the fuss was about he saw her. Her hair was nearly pulled back and away from her face, her dress was this beautiful purple color as her hands were on her sides, one breath away from the man’s face. Another thing he noticed was the child in question that hid behind her as it clinged on her legs for protection.
“He stole apples from my table”
“You want apples? Here”
She turned and took as many she could hold and started to throw them at the man. He acted out on impulse and stepped in to restrict her, she had a strong fire in her but he would hate to see the obviously taller man harm her.
“That’s enough, I think you proved your point”
He said to her as he got in front of her and gently touched her forearms to make her take a few steps back.
“That low life, he almost killed the poor little boy over a few apples”
She muttered as she turned her back on Geralt and kneeled to the kids level. Her hand reached the child’s face as she inspected him.
“Are you alright dear? Come with me, I have a bottle of milk for you”
He felt a bit hurt as the girl ignored his presence entirely. As the woman and the child walked over her counter, she instruced the child to sit on the stool as she passed him a bottle of milk.
The child smiled brightly before chugging the bottle, at that moment of silent Geralt found the courage to speak up.
“I’m Geralt”
“Oh I’m sorry I got completely distracted. I am (y/n), thank you for helping me”
-
After that Geralt felt compelled by her, he would leave her for a short period of time to travel and pick up jobs, yet he always felt the need to come back to her. She was his haven, his safe space to relax, even when compared to him she was this tiny little thing she made him feel protected.
He awoke at the smell of fresh baked goods, he had come to her cottage late at night and exhausted. She only smiled in a sleepy manner and hugged him tight before helping him get into bed with her with no questions or spared words.
At that time (y/n) walked in the bedroom with a cup in her hand. She was dressed in her white night dress and her hair was down, framing her beautiful face. She sat on his side of the bed as he sat up, the sheets falling from his torso.
“Good morning”
“I believe a good evening is more appropriate. Here, drink this”
She said as she passed the cup to him. (Y/n) loved thyme tea, she always made it for him whenever he came to visit her, the aroma of it made him feel welcomed and now he had linked that smell with her. He remembered how she rambled about how much it helps and nourishes you, he didn’t remember what she said exactly but just seeing her so happy and focused on a subject about a simple thing made him smile.
“Hmmm, what have I done to deserve you?”
He asked before taking a sip of the tea. She giggled at his teasing, he always said that to her, at first she found it funny however she was aware that Geralt thought very low of him, it made her so mad that he didn’t see what she was seeing.
“It’s the least I could do, you keep us safe”
“It wasn’t by choice”
“No one forces you to work Geralt, you go hunting for jobs”
He didn’t respond, he was well aware that she had a strong case here. After taking a few sips of the warm liquid he left the cup on the side of his bed before reaching for her hand to caress her soft warm skin. She looked at her hand in his, his skin against hers brought her goosebumps, she tried to hide her smile from him, although Geralt saw it and decided to not comment on it.
“How are things here?”
“Carina gave birth”
“Oh well she was really big last time I saw her”
“She was having a baby cow inside her, I think that’s a bit normal”
They had been around enough for her to know what he wanted. She slowly crawled on her side and got under the covers with him, he smiled as he laid back down and rested his head on her breasts while his arms went around her waist bringing her as close as possible. Her fingers went up on his head, slowly caressing his long silver hair she so much adored, for a man that gets covered with monster blood ever so often his hair was soft like silk.
His warmth made her relax even more as she took a deep inhale and closed her eyes, enjoying his natural scent tingling her nostrils, she never thought a man’s smell would bring her such a calm sensation that made her muscles relax completely, the feeling was almost euphoric as she continued to run her fingers through his white mane.
Geralt enjoyed being caressed by her, after years of feeling the touch of a woman only after offering her coins he finally felt he was being cared for, it was something he thought he would never experience. Now here she was making the giant witcher melt in her arms.
“I missed you”
He whispered just enough for her to hear, (y/n) smiled before placing a kiss at the top of his head. Anyone else would laugh at the sight of the big bad witcher snuggling up on a girl and letting her wrap her legs around his torso in order to make him feel protected. She wasn’t short but anyone would look small in comparison.
“I missed you too dearest”
Hearing her speak to him in such a delicate and soft way made him feel his stomach twist, in a good way of course. She was what he never knew he missed, she was the warm sun in his gloomy life.
“One day I won’t have to leave you”
“One day I will put poison in your tea. Not the deathly kind, maybe paralyze you so you won’t be able to leave”
His chest erupted with laughter at her snarky comment, she never phrased her sadness and displeasure when he left her, still he could sense it. It was exactly what he felt so there was a mutual understanding of how much they both hated that departure. He raised his head to look at her as she offered him a warm smile in return
“You are my home”
“Maybe one day my home won’t have to slip away from me”
So you guys I know I would casually jump in front of a bullet for this man so that means I have been creating different AUs about what what it would be like to date him. I believe that when Henry first starts to date women he is very egotistical (I mean he is Henry Cavill) and kind of thinks he wants women who can fit into his schedule. However I think his previous relationships have done them and he ended up not particularly liking it cause he seems like the man who secretly does want a bit of a challenge and a woman who can give him a bit of hell, I mean he can get anything he wishes so one thing that probably is not in his life is a person who tells him “no”
So I saw you guys really liked the first part so I decided to make a part two of this so I decided to make a part two, if you want a part three let me know. Enjoy!
Geralt was free to leave after that night, he just chose to stay, linger around town and secretly wait for her to call him. He felt foolish, a mutant running around town and hoping a queen will invite him, she probably regretted her words after she walked away from him. One more night, he gave her one more night and the next day he was going to disappear, he was running out of coins and Jaskier was getting more and more annoying.
“Is he still in town?”
“Yes, staying at the inn. My queen you know I would never question you-”
“But you are and it’s not a good look for you. I want you to send someone to go get him in the morning, as early as possible”
“Yes my queen, as you wish”
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“You know I was hoping she would come and see you, such a great love story for my ballad”
“If you wrote a song about her she would have your head on a platter the next day”
Geralt growled at the barb. The sun had barely rise but Jaskier was wide awake and full of energy, it was bad enough that Geralt had felt his ego get wounded, he had to deal with Jaskier reminding him that he walked away from this town empty handed and covered in shame for letting himself to believe he had a shot with someone of her status.
“Sir Geralt! Wait”
He heard a female voice call for him as he was about to get on his horse. It wasn’t her, the voice had a hint of anxiety in it’s tone, she would have never let her tone of voice waver. It was a young girl, probably in her teens, she was dressed in clean and what seemed expensive dress. As she stood next to the men she gave a light bow. Jaskier and Geralt were not used to this kind of respect, if anything they were happy if a day passed and they hadn’t heard any insults.
“Sir Geralt, our queen is asking for you”
“ohhhhhhh what a powerful twist, I knew she was planning something”
“Shut it Jaskier”
“Her highness said to bring you to her as fast as possible, she doesn’t appreciate waiting”
The girl tried to regain her breath, she was probably terrified of letting down the queen. Hell she probably had to go back and tell (y/n) she didn’t find her if she came a minute later and it wouldn’t look good to go back without getting what her queen needed. Geralt hesitated for a moment, trying to process the idea and also asking himself why she waited until the last day to call for him, to be fair it sounds like something she would do.
“Jaskier wait here, take care of Roach”
“Of course, go get her Geralt”
It only took one look from Geralt for Jaskier to shut up and look away. Geralt followed the girl silently, although he internally hoped the girl would pick up her pace, a sudden eagerness to see her consumed him. He became aware that he was kind of underdressed to be entering a palace, he wasn’t even wearing his armor, he was just in regular commoner clothes, for the first time he cared for his appearance while meeting someone royal. She wasn’t just royalty, she was (y/n), she was radiant, she exuded this untouchable aura and her stable tone of voice made others focus on her.
As they entered the palace he got to take a look at the decoration. A smirk was brought in his lips as he looked around, she had definitely changed a lot of things, there was no portrait of the late king, only hers and other females, it had so many different and bright colors mixed together and complimenting each other, the curtains were of light pastel color on the contrary of the heavy dark curtains the other palaces he had been in had. The girl walked up to a woman more older than her, yet still youth was a way to describe her, she was dressed in a gold dress, long light brown hair framing her face and a tall figure.
“Miss Chiara, I found him”
“Very well Mina, run along now, you are dismissed”
“Right away Miss Chiara”
Geralt looked at the woman, she seemed to have the same sense of authority and seriousness (y/n) had, however she did not have the little splash of warmth (y/n) possesses, this woman was just as cold as ice. Geralt took notice how the young girl became nervous around her, she was probably a woman of status, someone that worked directly with the queen, you could tell by her proud posture and sharp tone that she took her position seriously.
“Sir Geralt, welcome to the Queens palace”
“Thank you”
“Follow me please”
It was weird that Geralt had not seen any other male in here yet. (Y/n) had probably kicked out any of the late kings favorite people, she spoke very highly about the female gender, it was only a matter of time her staff was dominated by them, there was not trace a king ever existed, everywhere you looked it was something that had her sense of choice, even the scent that carried around the palace, this light vanilla with a hint of fruit, no heavy musk smell the kings adored, it was her palace now.
The woman stopped right in front of two big wooden doors before she turned to Geralt, a harsh look on her face and also a slight side of a dissapointed manner, she was probably worried about her queens choice of visitor.
“The queen is a very private person, that barb of yours isn’t, whatever words you exchange with her stay in this room”
“I understand”
It didn’t surprise him that the woman asked for some type of privacy around her queen, he was annoyed that people worried that Jaskier would open his mouth, which was a possible scenario however that meant Geralt would let him know anything about (y/n). No, he was not willing to share anything that had to do with her. The woman knocked a few times before pushing the doors open enough for the two to walk in.
“My queen, Sir Geralt is here… like you asked”
“Excellent, thank you very much Chiara. Could you leave us alone please?”
“At once my queen”
The woman gave one last look at Geralt before she left, shutting the doors behind him. He gulped as he took a look at (y/n), her hair were loose, like a waterfall running down, her skin was covered by a silk pastel robe, tied around her waist as it accentuate her figure, the only glimpse of skin were her feet and arms.
“You asked for me”
“Indeed, I was astonished when I discovered you where still here”
She walked over from her bed to the center of the room, she seemed at ease, comfortable with the situation. Yet her sensual energy oozed out more than last time, it almost took over him and forced him to ran to her and kiss her.
“I like the inn, comfortable beds”
“I’m so glad to hear that, I want our travelers to feel like home here”
She started to proceed towards him, her eyes and intense look on her face strained him from moving, freezing like the prey looking at it’s predator. He felt her eyes on him, fixated on his face as she took him in, she could tell that he was quite nervous, it excited her that her presence alone brought such a man unease.
“I told you, I don’t like feeling lonely”
Her voice was low, promiscuous. As her hand to his chin, her delicate fingers felt like a feather was touching him, everything about this woman was made to make him feel weak in the knees. Her perfume was like a drug to him, slowly sipping into him and becoming something so familiar yet he craved to be around it.
“Will you help me Geralt?”
“gladly”
Before he could taste those lips of hers, she moved away and turned her back to him. (Y/n) wanted to jump on to him as soon as he walked in, nonetheless she wanted to play a tad bit of a game. She reached for the knot on her robe and let it loose, her hips swaying from side to side as the robe moved past her shoulders and on to the floor, she was aching for him, she had spent days imagining him sharing her bed, a man like that was definitely more than capable to please her bodys needs. She wanted the first time that he took her to be like that one dream she had the first night after meeting him, that left her to wake up covered in sweat and panting for air.
She stood in front of the window and turned to look at him while leaning on a desk that had scattered papers on it. It didn’t take a genius to realize what she was insinuating, Geralt’s eyes went wide as it dawned of him, you could see the entire garden and the street from the open window, no curtain stood between that view.
“Someone could see us”
“And? I am their queen, it’s my reputation on the line, it can either happen my way or you are free to leave. What will it be Geralt?”
It only took a second for him to make up his mind, his feet guided him to her one in front of the other at a slow pace. When he had finally come close enough for her torso to touch his, he felt her hands touch his arm, caressing his flesh
“You know the only man I’ve ever shared a bed with was my late husband. I hated it, it was only for him to get the heir he craved, it left me to wonder what it feels like to be lusted after, wanted, to feel… pleasure. Are you the answer to those questions?”
Her voice was now barely a whisper, as her eyes locked on his. She didn’t know how she held it together, the simple touch of his hands on her waist was enough to drive her wild, she needed to feel him, to let him show her what being intimate was supposed to feel like. Geralt chose to not answer verbally, he just leaned in and finally felt her lips to hers at a passionate kiss. In a blink of an eye the caress became more aggressive and you could hear the tear of his shirt as she ripped it apart to reveal his torso. It only took one simple tuck of a strap for her dress to drop and show her naked body.
He took a good look of her, she was truly amazing, that goddess like beauty that men dreamt about. His hands went to her breasts and massaged them, feeling them was enough for him to become impatient. A small moan left her lips as he started leaving kisses along her neck, she sat up on the desk and wrapped her legs around his waist.
“You’ll be the death of me”
“It will be- it will be worth it”
she breathed out, her mind was gone and she was just glad she got the words out in the right order. His hot skin against her naked body felt heaven like, she thanked herself for making the right decision and choosing him. Her touch was needy, as felt his pants drop and he grabbed her by the neck, forcing her to look at me
“The queen of the land, naked before me”
“Can you please her?”
After that a moan was heard, as they became one. Both of them moaning loudly as (y/n) laid back on the desk, giving him a good view of her figure, she was breathtaking, as she moved her hips and moaned his name again and again. He couldn’t help and lean down, feeling the need to touch her, kiss her, her arms reaching at his back, leaving scratches as he guided her to road of immense pleasure.
“My queen, submission becomes you”
He whispered in her ear before biting her earlobe. She was better than any of the fantasies he had of her, she was as hot as volcano, exploding and destroying anything on it’s path. Her back arched as she hugged him tightly, for the first time she was truly enjoying the act of sex, she cursed herself for not killing her incompetent husband earlier, her new life was filled with pleasure, pleasure only Geralt could bring her. Her legs started to shake while she felt like a fire was spreading on her body, the moans becoming louder and louder by the second.
“Geralt, that’s it”
“Come on (y/n), let it go”
She felt like her body and mind exploded with glee, the passion he brought out of her in a mix of his skill with women was now pushing her over the edge, as she unraveled and came undone underneath him, biting his shoulder to refrain herself from yelling.
The enjoyment he felt seeing her like this was indescribable. This amazing and confident queen was now shaking and latching on to him, the power (y/n) held over him drove him to insanity. As he felt the orgasm reach him and take over he kissed her as he slowed down and relaxed in her arms. No woman had made him feel such intense satisfaction, her allowing him to take her was truly an out of body experience.
“You…. are an amazing woman”
“You’re not so bad yourself”
both of them were out of breath, sweat dripping over their body and the light of day made her skin shine, like diamonds were decorating her torso. He laced one hand underneath her and lifted her off the table, her head went on to his shoulder as she started kissing his neck. He laid her on the bed and went on top of her, finally kissing her lips.
“I see you’ve gotten comfortable being inside of me”
“It’s very cozy”
Her chest erupted as she laughed at his comment. It was more of a “not wanting this to be over” situation, she didn’t mind though, she didn’t want him to leave either, the idea of having him here all day was delightful. She let her fingers roam on his back, going up and down as he relaxed, the weight of him was a lot but comfortable, she liked feeling his body against hers.
“When will you have to leave?”
“Tomorrow”
“I’m sure the barb will be very happy to spend the night in the palace. Your horse can be safe in the stable”
“Want me all for yourself?”
“As I said, you are free to leave…. tomorrow”
He pulled away from her and laid on his side, as she went under the covers but made sure to let her breast exposed and covered his lower body. It was his turn to reach for her, caressing her face as she beamed with satisfaction.
“And I will, until I can come back”
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
“A declare of my addiction towards you”
“Really? Then let’s see how intoxicated I can get you in a day”
Geralt’s head turns in the opposite direction he ascends, momentarily pausing with a questionable look. Jaskier follows suit, not understanding quite why the white wolf is still, finger pressing against the handle of his sword.
“Geralt, what in -.”
“Shut up, Jaskier.” It is growled through clenched teeth as ears perk out the sound of twigs snapping. To anyone else it would go unnoticed, the creature behind them are unskilled, not too bad except for the fact their heart is beating a million miles a minute. Jaskier thought of the few sticks snapping as wild rabbits hurrying through the bushes.
To be honest, it was pretty impressive you made it this far without Geralt noticing. Almost a whole day he thought he left you at home with the promise of returning. Geralt was impressed he hadn’t noticed a tail for this long but blames it on the fact that the bard is the most obnoxious, loudest person to roam this continent.
Geralt nose is high in the air, the wind catching at just the perfect time before the familiar smell of strawberries and lavender shampoo makes him scowl.
“Come out, now.” The command comes from a cleaned jaw, anger prominent by the way the muscle in his jaw twitches. Goosebumps ripple against your skin, the look of those amber eyes is enough to have you ready to run all the way home but so fear stricken you don’t dare move. “I can smell you, don’t make me repeat myself.”
summary: what mornings are like when geralt comes home
content: fluff
paring: Geralt of Rivia x female reader
a/n: I’m going to be posting all of my Geralt imagines from my old blog from when s1 came out.. so they as you can imagine are awful so I am editing all of them and have a few more, so if you would like to be tagged, my tag list is below
Soft breaths come and go with the rise and fall of his broad chest. His hair is messy and in knots from tossing and turning partially from how damn soft your bed is, different from the usual forest floors and dingy inn beds. The early morning sun slipped through the cracks of the translucent curtains to reach the highs of his cheeks, see the peaks on skin from underneath coarse chest hair.
Never have you seen the Witcher so relaxed, long silver hair cascading over bare shoulders but instead of the normal rough grimace was a relaxed pout. So peaceful you have to fight the urge to kiss it.
Mornings like these make you wonder why you ever let him leave at all. The selfish urge to keep the Witcher here all to yourself hangs high in the air, so much you almost feel ashamed of it.
Seven weeks. That’s how long he was gone this time and with winter on its way, it would surely be longer. Geralt has been asleep for hours, you couldn’t find the courage or have the heart to wake him. Last night he came late at night, clearly tired with big purple bags under his eyes and covered in some kind of green goo. From your own guess, right after slaying the beast came to see you.
summary: you get jealous that Geralt continues to entertain Yennefer who he claims he does not love anymore and naturally you make him jealous back
paring: geralt of rivia x reader
content: 18+ minors DNI, smut, Dom geralt who switches to soft, honestly idk how to tag this bc it’s everywhere.
a/n: not beta read or proof read bc I’m lazy
It’s not laborious to see the way he stares at you - eyes darkening just enough to make the honey amber eyes sparkle to a deep caramel color. Dark and deep like the depths of a carved cannon - dark in the way that they promise no life will survive. Sparkling in this little game of predator and prey as the man next to you touches the small of your back with his dirty, callused hand.
The tavern is bouncing with life, busy from the festival that seemed like it would last all night. Geralt grasps the cup of ale in his hand, muscles in his jaw twitching as his knuckles white against thin handle. The integrity of the wood shivers with complaints of splinting under his strong hands.
The spot to his left is empty, the ghosts of where you used to be until the raven haired woman approached him. With your chest burning with jealousy, you decided to leave and let Geralt enjoy his time with her since she did always seem to find her way to whatever town you wander to.
But this - geralt would never stoop to such lows. Sitting and flirting with a group of men right in front of him, laughing and drinking from their cups. Letting them put their dirty paws on you - touching your shoulder and feeling the tips of your hair.
He had dismissed Yennfer an hour ago. Tugging his lip between teeth as your eyes would meet his - just to make sure he’s still watching. His gaze is hot - pure lava that burns the skin, but it feels so, so good.
But to be completely honest you’re so sick of the Geralt and Yennfer destiny shit - her always showing up and claiming her love while Geralt still hears her out, always so sweet with her despite having you. You’re so over him claiming it is nothing more than destiny, that it will always bring them together but he picks you regardless.
summary: you get jealous that Geralt continues to entertain Yennefer who he claims he does not love anymore and naturally you make him jealous back
paring: geralt of rivia x reader
content: 18+ minors DNI, smut, Dom geralt who switches to soft, honestly idk how to tag this bc it’s everywhere.
a/n: not beta read or proof read bc I’m lazy
It’s not laborious to see the way he stares at you - eyes darkening just enough to make the honey amber eyes sparkle to a deep caramel color. Dark and deep like the depths of a carved cannon - dark in the way that they promise no life will survive. Sparkling in this little game of predator and prey as the man next to you touches the small of your back with his dirty, callused hand.
The tavern is bouncing with life, busy from the festival that seemed like it would last all night. Geralt grasps the cup of ale in his hand, muscles in his jaw twitching as his knuckles white against thin handle. The integrity of the wood shivers with complaints of splinting under his strong hands.
The spot to his left is empty, the ghosts of where you used to be until the raven haired woman approached him. With your chest burning with jealousy, you decided to leave and let Geralt enjoy his time with her since she did always seem to find her way to whatever town you wander to.
But this - geralt would never stoop to such lows. Sitting and flirting with a group of men right in front of him, laughing and drinking from their cups. Letting them put their dirty paws on you - touching your shoulder and feeling the tips of your hair.
He had dismissed Yennfer an hour ago. Tugging his lip between teeth as your eyes would meet his - just to make sure he’s still watching. His gaze is hot - pure lava that burns the skin, but it feels so, so good.
But to be completely honest you’re so sick of the Geralt and Yennfer destiny shit - her always showing up and claiming her love while Geralt still hears her out, always so sweet with her despite having you. You’re so over him claiming it is nothing more than destiny, that it will always bring them together but he picks you regardless.
summary: you get jealous that Geralt continues to entertain Yennefer who he claims he does not love anymore and naturally you make him jealous back
paring: geralt of rivia x reader
content: 18+ minors DNI, smut, Dom geralt who switches to soft, honestly idk how to tag this bc it’s everywhere.
a/n: not beta read or proof read bc I’m lazy
It’s not laborious to see the way he stares at you - eyes darkening just enough to make the honey amber eyes sparkle to a deep caramel color. Dark and deep like the depths of a carved cannon - dark in the way that they promise no life will survive. Sparkling in this little game of predator and prey as the man next to you touches the small of your back with his dirty, callused hand.
The tavern is bouncing with life, busy from the festival that seemed like it would last all night. Geralt grasps the cup of ale in his hand, muscles in his jaw twitching as his knuckles white against thin handle. The integrity of the wood shivers with complaints of splinting under his strong hands.
The spot to his left is empty, the ghosts of where you used to be until the raven haired woman approached him. With your chest burning with jealousy, you decided to leave and let Geralt enjoy his time with her since she did always seem to find her way to whatever town you wander to.
But this - geralt would never stoop to such lows. Sitting and flirting with a group of men right in front of him, laughing and drinking from their cups. Letting them put their dirty paws on you - touching your shoulder and feeling the tips of your hair.
He had dismissed Yennfer an hour ago. Tugging his lip between teeth as your eyes would meet his - just to make sure he’s still watching. His gaze is hot - pure lava that burns the skin, but it feels so, so good.
But to be completely honest you’re so sick of the Geralt and Yennfer destiny shit - her always showing up and claiming her love while Geralt still hears her out, always so sweet with her despite having you. You’re so over him claiming it is nothing more than destiny, that it will always bring them together but he picks you regardless.
Screw Geralt and screw destiny too.
Geralt leans forward into the table, listening intensely as the group of men continue to compliment your beauty. He was fine with playing this stupid game - letting you having your fun and punish him for even entertaining the idea of Yen but as the hand on your back slips lower and lower until it cups the curve of your ass.
Just like that his vision blurs, two strides away as he watches the way your lips twitch into a polite smile and throw your head back with laughter. Two large hands grasp your wrist, pulling you up from the table as the men around you moan and groan at the loss of your presence.
It’s impossible to comprehend what is happening as you’re pulled into a room, the door closed shut with force.
“Wh-.” You don’t even get the chance to speak before your face is pressed against the wall with a heavy chest crushing against your back. Soft, heavy breaths as a hand anchors your hip, awkwardly angling you against the old, crappy wooden table. A burning stretch felt across your lower abdomen with a hand flat against your shoulder and lowers you down until your stomach touches the table, bending you to his will.
“I am fed up with you.” His voice booms inside the small room, feeling his hardness grow against your backside, twitching to life in the position he has you in.
Stomach flat against the table, ass pressed against the ties of his trousers, his strong, pale arm clenching your neck and forcing a cheek into the table.
“What is your problem now?”
“Go ask Yennefer.”
His chest vibrates with a growl, hand moving as his fingers knot inside your hair. “You know it’s not like that I don’t -.”
“Want her, you want me, yeah. Heard that one before but someone you still end up entertaining her. Now get off me and let me go back to those guys -.”
He growls again, jealousy burning inside his chest but the hint of silky musk that slips from under your dress as you struggle against his hold. It’s enough to have him twitching in his pants - a sly smirk filling his features.
“Oh, you wanted this to happen didn’t you, brat?” He leans in closer as he coos, using the curve of his nose to run it through your hair, smelling the sweet, earthy tones of a day of travel. Letting out an exaggerated squeal as he pushes his hips deeper against your inner thighs to feel the heaviness of his erection as he speaks, “Oh, you did? Dirty girl.”
Calloused and gentle fingers grasp your shoulder, running down the length of your back as he presses a few light kisses over the shirt that covers your spine. “Oh my beautiful, dumb girl. No matter how many times I tell you, you always seem to think the worst.”
He clicks his tongue, whispering the words, “I’ll let you in on a little secret, petal. Even destiny can’t get in the way of my love for you, what does that tell you? But I guess I will show you. Fuck you right here for all those men to hear my love for you and yen, she’s here, I want her to hear too.”
“Geralt, we can’t do this -.” your eyes flicker to the door, the night from outside seeping through the cracks of the splintering wood.
“I’ll do whatever I want.” His smooth words pressed into your skin with his kisses.“Isn’t that right?” His own little way of asking for permission, “because this pussy is mine.”
You’re not prepared for the hand that makes contact with your ass as punishment for your silence, causing you to squeal out a choked, “Y-Yes!”
Warm lips press into your shoulder following with a thick line of spit from his hot tongue and nipping teeth.
Nimble fingers dig into the skin of your shoulder, turning you around to face him with a deep scowl. A gentle hand cups your face - angling your eyes to meet his face, fingers soaking into the skin if your hairline. He doesnt move, hot breath fanning your face as he stares.
He can’t help but think how beautiful you are like this, flushed and hair messily forming knots from his hands and a few loose pieces stick to your wet skin. A cool hand against the nape of your neck releases its grasp, taking the opportunity you gasp to slip his tongue into your mouth, tongue finding your own with ease.
The room is suddenly hot - a wave of heat coating your cheeks but you can’t help as your hands raise to spread his silver strands and his breath hitches. A rough hand pulls at the ties of your corset, unlacing the leather brace and exposing what lies underneath.
The moment your erect nipples meet the cool bitter air you feel press closer to his armour, seeking warmth. The fingers around the back of your neck pull you away from his warmth, only to soothe your aching nipples with the flat muscle called his tongue.
“Petal, tell me.” He rubs the heaviness of his erection over your barely clothes cunt. “Did you like his hands on you?”
It’s not like you get the chance to answer as harsh teeth nip at your left nipple. In response you whine but loud enough that your eyes grow wide, looking over at the door… But Geralt’s hand stops you, gritting his teeth as he speaks, “Looking for your new lover to come in, sweet girl?”
“No!” You whine as his teeth nip at your neck, he hums against the skin as you continue, “Just want you, bear.”
The nickname you have given him so long ago makes him huff - hands falling to cup the fat of your ass, “You’re making it hard to stay mad at you.”
Instead of arguing further you catch him in a kiss and push off with your elbows before using them as support. The moment your lips disconnect you’re pressing soft, gentle kiss against his jaw, following a trail to his neck before sucking on the pale skin gently.
Geralt eyes lashes flutter, a soft satisfied hum echoing in his chest as his hands tighten around the plush of your hips.
“I’m sorry, my love.” Feeling the small prick of his facial hair as you punch his chin between your pointer and thumb. “I was being a brat - should have never let him touch me like that.”
Geralt is almost satisfied. Almost.
His lips find yours again but the tug at the ends of your hair has you huffing.
“Geralt..” The whine of his name wanting and feral shoots straight to his aching cock.
“You don’t seem apologetic, make it up to me and we’ll see if I forgive you.” The cheeky smirk makes you want to scowl but you don’t even get the chance.
Fingers cup your chin and grip to watch your lips part with want, two fingers sliding along the ridges and bumps of your tongue until they reach the back of your throat. Geralt laughs at you - actually laughs as you gag around them but he doesn’t pull away, he holds them there, feeling your throat swallow around them.
“I am sorry geralt -,”
“What are you sorry for? Tell me, sweet girl.”
He’s doing this on purpose, teasing and prolonging this longer just to get a rise out of you. You watch the way his eyes test you, knowing exactly what he wants to hear.
“Come on, petal, tell me what are you sorry for?”
Two large hands squeezed at your thighs again as you refused to speak.
“Go ahead, say sorry for being a little whore.”
The wetness between your thighs betrays you, squeezing them tightly to relieve the throbbing between your legs. It doesn’t go unoticed, geralt could smell just how wet you were - sobbing, wet slick coating the inside of your thighs but he wasn’t budging.
Instead watching with those honey sickle eyes. Watching as your eyes bounce back and forth, wheels turning and weighting your options.
“Say it or I’ll leave you here.” He threatens.
Silence is all he’s greeted with. Just like that, cruel and evil he pulls his body away from your own, not bothering to spare you one more glance before you’re reaching out to grab his fingers.
He turns to look at you, watching as your cheeks flush red and eyes meet the floor. “I’m sorry for being a little whore.”
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”
With one last sigh - you swallow any pride you did have. He looks too good - black armour adorns his body, the flickering candles from the tavern shadows his features and carve the highest points of his face. “I’m sorry for being a little whore.”
Two thick, warm fingers run alongside the plush of your breast. Slow as they trail across the plane of your stomach and under the fabric to push the dress up and over your head leaving you in the soft, white satin panties.
“Geralt, someone can walk in - I’m naked.”
“Good.”
You scoff under your breath but the two large fingers spread over your clothed pussy with a loud whine, pushing into the touch. “Brute.“
He can’t help but crack a smile at that, teasingly smacking your hand away that cups his chin. "Stop that and be a good girl.”
Without a word he sinks to his knees with a few seconds of silence and stares, almost like he’s trying to commit the sight to his memory. He watches as you whine and lift your hips in a desperate attempt for him to finally touch you.
He clicks his tongue as hands cup both of your breasts, nipples pebbling instantly. His pressing a soft kiss against the soft material makes you squirm.
“I-I..” Tears of frustration gather at the corner of your eyes, feeling as if you were going to combust at any moment.
But Geralt - he’s having the time of his life. His pretty girl squirming and needy above him. He can’t help but stare, a large hand gathering the fabric across your waist and gently pulls. It’s just enough that it shapes to the curves of your pussy lips, a wet patch forming to the cream colored panties.
Your skin is on fire - almost like small bee stings that would only be cured by the touch of his hand. Ears twitching with heat as you feel him rest his temple against your inner knee. But the moment he presses a thumb against the soft flesh of your clit, you mewl, back arching from the table. He takes his time, spreading the wetness around.
He applies a little more pressure and as a response - your first moan of the night. Skin flushing pink as you realize just exactly where you are but it doesn’t seem to matter much anyways, the tavern had broken out into a song, no doubt from the bard.
His hand leaves you completely with a loud protest, but it is cut short with a hand against your hip to flip you around to your stomach, face pressing against the wood as the same hand digs into your right hip, dragging them high into the air.
“You’re not being fair.” You protest but Geralt’s hand smacks your backside again.
“I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not, petal. You were being a brat and still are. Can’t keep your mouth shut.”
His length is heavy, straining against the back of your thigh. Pressing a kiss to your lower back up to the bare prominence of your shoulder blade. Despite his words a gentle palm soothes the burning of your seared skin but it only drops lower and gathers the fabric of your underwear and rips the fabric from you.
With little to no warning his fingers hook inside of you until they curl around that gummy spot that makes you moan.
The two fingers scissor against your walls, coating in your arousal that only makes it that much easier to thrust back in you. The instant the sound leaves your lips, using a hand to cup your mouth to conceal the noise but he only tugs your wrist, “I want to hear every single sound, understand?”
You squeeze around him, hips naturally fighting the trust of his fingers. “Sounds so sweet, angel.”
The way your pussy squeezes around his fingers makes him groan, electric
Two fingers move, scissoring against the velvet walls as your eyes roll back into your heat, dizzy for it. The evidence of your wetness lubricating his fingers, coating them and making the next thrust of his wrist more impactful. He’s hitting the spongy deep spot with every movement, parts you never thought a person could reach and you squeal. Shockwaves rippling through your skin as those cloudy amber eyes watch the way your body shakes underneath him.
There’s no other way to describe it other then earth-shattering as the heat builds inside your stomach. Geralt is so caught up in your pretty sounds, the way you call his name with a cry that he doesn’t realize the way his hips press against your inner thigh. Dry fucking himself to the fact he’s milking you for everything you got.
The long finger never stop - filling you over and over again as soon as they leave. Fingers curling deep inside and massage the deepest part of you, so deep that your fingers wrap around his wrist to stop the brutal pace but a brutal grip finds your forearm and press a warning squeeze against it. While you’re fully expecting him to push the hand that keeps him from what he needs most but instead he interwebs his fingers with your own.
Just like that - time slows, feeling every inch of his fingers as your pussy clamps down on his fingers and vision fades to black as you cum around his fingers. Heavy breaths to try to make up for the lack of oxygen inside your lungs as you feel the line of his nose move across your jaw and a soft kiss against your chin but he’s twitching against your thigh.
No doubt, painfully hard. With shaky legs you turn to face him, fingers running up the hardness of his armour just to pull at the clasps and buckles. His own hands fumbling with the ties of his pants, shaky finger meet yours half way to help pull the rest of the clothing off.
Your hands spread across his bare abdomen with flirty eyes as he peers down at you. “Look so pretty, petal.”
His finger curling under your chin to angle your lips toward his as he leans in slowly until he tastes the sweet ale on your lips but his sweetness was short lived as he whispers into your ear, “On your knees.”
The shuffle to the floor is quick, positioning yourself in front of the large man - palming his harness through his already unlaced pants.
Geralt peers down at you, using his digit to run along the line of you jaw - thumb pinching at the pit of your chin. “Open those pretty lips for me.”
Despite the dull burn of your knees, you happy oblige and mouth parting the skin of his appendage dips to your tongue and presses into it. His other hand pulls at the fabric of his pants just enough to release his coco from the confines of his pants.
Beautiful doe eyes peer up at him as he wraps the free hand around his throbbing erection and rubs the soft, fleshy head against your lips until you part your mouth and stick your tongue out for him.
“Pretty girl.” You hum in response, pushing his heavy length past your lips. Suddenly filled with the taste of him, suddenly every sense is filled with him. In that instant geralt realizes the mistake he’s made, between the heat of your throat and the way it contracts over the fat head of his cock, he feels dizzy, needing to grasp the edges of the table to stay horizontal.
The moment you take him just a little bit more he’s whining, hips tuting to engross himself inside more until you gag around him. “Keep going, pretty.”
He uses his large palm to pet the hair out of your face with a sweet smile. If it wasn’t like you wouldn’t do anything he asked - he just had to smile so sweetly you can’t help but close your eyes and finally feel the tickle of the dark pubic hair.
Geralt can’t help the way his head rolls back, neck snapping under the pressure as his fingers touch over the skin of your temple and gathers it in his giant palm, making a make shift pont tail.
As his eyes meet your own blush blankets your cheeks and Geralt sucks in a breath at the sight of you, and playfully tugs at the ends of your hair, “How many times have you done this? Don’t get shy on me now.”
Geralt gives a small thrust, just enough to make your eyes water and gag around his hardness His fingers clutch the corner of the table as a small groan falls from his lips watching as you bring a hand up to cup his balls, not daring to take your eyes away.
“Easy. Trying to make up for being a brat?” You ignore his teasing and instead bob your head back and down in precise, achingly show movements just the way he likes it.
The way you slowly take all of him, inch by inch until he hits the end of your throat and swallow - the tight muscle contracting around his already aching length.
He’s growing frustrated at your teasing, face flushing a deep pink color as he chewing on his bottom lip. Battered and bloody - he can taste the blood every time he gasps. His fingers burn into the base of your skull and you’re forced to breath out through your nose as he decides to take over and fucking into your face.
By the time he’s done your face is dripping with your salvia, a line of spit follows as he pulls out completely. He reaches a hand between your face to grasp his weeping cock and runs the head against the smooth skin of your cheek and gathers the wetness of tears there before then moving to your petal lips where you can taste the saltiness. “Look at me.”
No words are needed to know how badly he wants you right now. They’re found in his darkening eyes, the way his hand squeezes around your throat. “I let you suck my cock, what do you say?”
“Thank you.” He doesn’t seem to like the short reply bc his hand tightens even more around the thick muscles of your neck.
“That didn’t seem very thankful.”
“Thank you for letting me suck you off. You’re so good to me, baby.”
He lets out a satisfied hum, hand releasing his grip only to cup under your arm. “Up.”
Before you even get the chance he’s lifting you from the floor and sitting you at the edge of the table. He twitches against your thigh, no doubt painfully hard but still takes his time to run his fingers across your breast and gently squeeze the right nipple between two fingers.
The feeling of intense heat is soon gone as his arm slides behind your back and cups your waist just to pull your chest into his own.
His lips ghost over your nose and follow along the ridges of your jaw before hover over your own - like he’s something he’s been dying to do, taste your lips. “Kiss me, pretty girl.”
The moment you meet the silver haired brute’s lips he lets out a soft moan - parting slightly, just enough to slip your tongue inside.
His body pressing against yours, evenly matching with heaving breath and he’s so gentle it takes your breath away. Putting his all and everything into your lips, his tongue caresses your own, using a hand to pull your closer and closer and he just wants more.
For the sake of breathing he backs away and whispers against your lips, “I just want you, always want you.” Before meeting your lips again - once - twice - a third time like he’s a deprived man.
As if to break him from his trance he pushes against your shoulders to knock you to your elbows.
There is no warning as the bulbas head of his cock rubs against the contours of your cunt - collecting the sloppy heath and using it to push into you. The heavy stretch is heavenly, a light burn to accommodate his size. Something of a delicious pain as your eyes roll shut and you fall to your back.
The velvety-like walls practically sucking him whole, feeling every inch of your messy pussy. With only a few inches left he stops. He’s greedy you to take it all but watching the way wrinkles form against your nose.
His hand cups your jaw and frowns, “I’m okay, Geralt, been a while is all.”
You’re right - between the gone for weeks and slaying monsters, he hasn’t had much alone time with his girl, especially with the stupid bars around.
“I should get you ready more -.” Before he can move you reach for his hand and press it against your chest - feeling the jump of your heart under his palm.
“I’m okay, you can keep going.”
Two fingers tease the bundle of nerve in slow, circular motions as he nudges just a little further until he’s nestled so deep in your sopping cunt, you feel him in your stomach. He takes the time to reach for your own arm, brings it to his chest to feel his own source of life.
With the feeling of being so full you’re blinking, trying to clear the blurring vision. Hearing your own heart beat in your ears as you feel his own against your finger tips. Blown ember eyes flicker from your face to where you two connect and press his hips experimentally deeper.
The sound that comes from your lips as they part and your back arches from the table is enough to have him moan against your jaw - willing and able to give you everything at the word. His soft lips follow with sultry heat up your cheeks and to your ear where he softly bites. It’s almost like that jealous geralt had completely melted away, no longer demanding and mean, he just wants you to feel good and feel his love for you. His eye lashes flutter against your temple as he lowly speaks, “Look at you, how could I ever want anyone else. You are my heart.”
The words make your heart stop - he must be drunk on ale. While you always know the feelings he holds, it has never, ever came to a point where he needed to express his undying love. “Can I move, my heart? I wanna feel you.”
Without thinking you extend your arm, palm flat against his face. Despite the littering scars and brush of his facial hair, his skin is soft. Smooth and gentle, much to match his heart. “You are so drunk, dear.”
He smirks at your words as he brings your palm to his lips and kisses the skin of your wrist. “‘ust love you. Wanna love you.”
“Then love me.”
He doesn’t waste another second as his hips start to move. Never leaving your eyes as they snap faster and faster, the evidence of your arousal leaking out with every pull of his hips. It soaks his abdomen, soaks your own and covers your thighs. It allows him to move easier in and out of you, deeper and deeper as your eyes roll to the back of your head.
He can’t look away from the sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing into your silky opening. The sounds of the room are ones of Geralt’s moans and your squeals, followed by echoing of skin against skin and the squelches of your arousal. It’s everywhere, dripping between both of you, and dripping to the table.
Skin flushing every time he hits that gummy part inside of you, vision blurring, so fucked that you can’t even form words.
“Love -ugh - you,“ Geralt can’t even form coherent sentences anymore. Pupils full blown as he chases his own high - thighs starting to shake under the pressure of your hot, tight hole.
Suddenly your body erupts with pleasure - tingling from your fingers to your toes as the familiar feeling of an orgasm and makes eyes water in relief. Every push of his hips are deep and rough, as his member twitches inside of you.
The orgasm is mind shattering - throat drying as you’re unable to form any other words. Clenching around him so hard that his hips stutter but he continues to drive his cock so deep inside that your legs shake and give out.
His cum fills you with a sound from his lips. The thick white spurts coating the inside of your squeezing walls. It’s been so long - there’s so much, it’s leaking from where you connect but Geralt doesn’t seem to mind as he props himself on his elbows next to your head and brings his lips to your own.
But he’s still not done, twitching and releasing his load deep inside so much so that you’re huffing against his lips and pushing against his chest for him to release you, "Gods - there is so much, you brute.”
“Been so long, sweetheart. Maybe that’s why you were being bratty, was I neglecting my beautiful flower?” And if you thought those words made your cheeks flush his next ones makes your whole body hot, “Don’t look so sad, I promise I’ll fill you up everyday when I’m here.”
Once again fed up with geralt and his vulgar tongue you try and pry yourself away but he doesn’t allow it - instead pulls you into a lip crushing kiss.
“Where are you going, petal?” In that very moment, still buried inside you his cock begins to twitch to life again. “I told you it’s been a while, gotta make up for it.”
“We -,”
He doesn’t let you finish, his tongue slips into your lips as his hand softly kneads at the flush of your thigh.
Eyes looking hopeful as ever he pouts, “I just want to love you, you’ll let me love you again, right?”
Screw him and his adorable puppy eyes. Despite the soreness and burn you already feel with just shifting your weight you nod. Geralt and his incredibly clingy self pulling you into a kiss once more before pulling from your heat where you gasp at the burn.
The relief is short lived as he flips you over and now with your chest against the table no longer allowed to those honey comb eyes. Geralt’s finger grabs at your waist, hosting your hip up into the air.
This time he doesn’t offer you too much time to adapt to him, already lubed from his endless cum but he does touch that spot deep inside of you that makes you breathless once again.
He’s barely started and your thighs are already shaking, your hole aching around his length. So sensitive and fussy that you try to crawl up the table and pry him from his natural needs.
“Is alright.” He presses a kiss to your spine and moves your hair to one side so he can kiss the skin behind your ear. “I’m gonna take care of you, beautiful, like I always do. Is it okay?”
You nod despite the tears that prickle your eyes. It feels so good to have him fill you up after coming. Geralt’s strong arm wraps around your front before pulling until your back is against his chest and he whispers, “Don’t you ever feel I would pick anyone over you. You are my sun and my moon. I’ll just have to keep reminding you until you get it.”
Your eyes widen suddenly at his harsh teeth biting into your shoulder. There was no doubt you were leaving this room until you believed it was true.
