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”
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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 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.
a/n: This fic was inspired by this creator’s drawing. I thought the idea was really adorable and the plot just kinda came together in my mind. So I hope you like it!!
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The breeze pushed against your face, causing the smell of wildflowers to surround you, lightening your heart after a heavy morning.
You awoke to the sound of pounding on your door and a bloody Geralt on your step, leaning against the doorway as he could barely stand. You had ushered him in quickly, stumbling under his weight. Tucking him into your bed, you had to work fast on healing his wounds. Afterwards he had fallen right to sleep and has rested ever since.
Feeling secure he would be alright, you headed out to gather more ingredients from your garden as healing him had used up an abundance of your readied stock.
Opening the door to your cottage, you keep your eye on Geralt’s sleeping form as you place down your baskets on the table. Crossing into your bedroom area, you seat yourself on the edge of the bed, looking over Geralt and the perspiration coating his face. You urge your heart to slow down as you watch him. He was alright. He was safe. You had saved him in time.
Geralt began to twitch and jerk, his brows furrowing deeply. You move closer to him in concern.
“Geralt?” You call out, your concern clouding all rational thought. And that’s what caused you to reach your hand out, preparing to move some hair out of his face. But Geralt’s eyes snapped open to see your hand darting out towards him and he reacted instinctively.
One hand clasped around your wrist and the other jerked out to wrap around your neck. Your eyes widened and you let out a yelp as Geralt lifted you and brought you down on the other side of the bed. His hand on your neck kept you from bouncing and his body was quick to hover over yours.
His eyes frantically moved around your face and they almost immediately calmed when he noticed it was you. But they soon widened again as he realized his hold on you and his hands loosened. You let out a few heavy pants.
“Good afternoon,” you greeted breathlessly. Geralt looked into your eyes and your heart picked up as his pupils dilated. Then he furrowed his brows into their usual position and let his forehead drop into your neck.
“Ugh, I’m sorry,” he said gruffly, his voice partially muffled by your skin. You smiled softly, your hand coming up to run your fingers through his hair. A guttural rumble sounds from his throat.
“It’s alright, I’m used to it,” you try to assure him. Geralt was usually sleeping outside, not having enough coin to rent a room. He had to be vigilant. You couldn’t expect him to let down all his defenses when he was with you. You had learned not to startle him and an incident like that hadn’t happened in a long time. But your concern for him outweighed your own self preservation. Geralt shakes his head against your neck.
“You shouldn’t have to be used to it,” he argues, guilt and a fierce protectiveness seeping through his tone.
“I want to be,” you argue back, a little more sternly. Geralt was stubborn. You knew if he got any solid ideas about leaving you for your own protection, it would take a lot to convince him you wanted to be his. It took a strong voice to be heard over the raging thoughts in his head. Geralt went silent and you knew you had settled any thoughts.
“I’m sorry,” Geralt said again, his body sagging into you more deeply. He was cold. You squeezed your eyes tightly as you tried not to think how close he had come to death.
“As you’ve said,” you state curtly. Geralt sighs and his hot breath contrasts greatly to his cold body, causing you to inhale shakily.
“For coming here. I shouldn’t have.” His words shake you out of your own dreadful thoughts as you process them. Your head rears back as you try and cast him an incredulous look.
“And why not? You were hurt,” you explain, your voice showing how ridiculous you thought he was currently being. His hand leaves your neck to dig deeply in your hair, clutching the strands close to your scalp as his other hand threads your fingers together, squeezing them tightly.
“I don’t wish to only come to you when I’m hurt,” he expresses lowly. You knew how vulnerable that one sentence made him feel as he was not used to such proclamations so you squeeze his hand back in return and press a kiss to his temple.
“Then you should stop by more often,” you say softly, a light smile on your face. Geralt grunts.
“I can’t. There are monsters to kill,” he says shortly. You click your tongue, rolling your eyes at his words.
“And they’ll still be there after spending a few days with me,” you explain the obvious. There would always be more monsters. But you would only have so much time with Geralt…
“Speaking of monsters…” Geralt began. His hands slipped out of your hair and your grasp before he started swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Loud and painful grunts sounded throughout your cottage as he tried to sit up straight. Your eyes widened.
“Oh no. No, Geralt. You are not leaving,” you say forcefully, getting up on your knees and shuffling around him and off the bed.
“I have work to do,” he says simply in return, bracing his hands on the edge. He hesitates to push. You’re swift to tug him back down, forcing a grunt out of him.
“Yes. You do. Healing, that is all the work you’re going to be doing today,” you order brutally. His eyes flicker up to meet your own as he sends you a look, silently questioning if he heard your tone correctly. When you remain staring at him, he cocks his head.
“I’ll heal fine on the ride,” he challenges. You raise a brow in return, your hands rising to sit on your hips.
“With all your wounds stretching and pulling as you ride roach? No way. You’re staying here,” you challenge back, back ridged in fear of him leaving and getting hurt again. You don’t think you could handle it if he went out there again so soon and got hurt.
“I can’t,” he resists again forcefully. You let out a desperate whimper and you step forward, sliding your hands up his arms, across his shoulders, and around his neck.
“Just for today, Geralt. Please, stay and let your wounds seal. At the very least. Stay with me, Geralt. Just stay,” you say, practically begging him at this point. Geralt gazes up into your eyes as if trying to read them. He looks over you for a few long moments before he lets out a long sigh. His hand reaches out to cup your cheek, his fingertips tickling your hairline.
“Alright. For you and you only. Know that I don’t give a damn about my wounds. I do this for you,” he says sternly, finishing off the statement with a firm nod. Your lips curl into a beautiful smile as you let your cheek fall into his hand.
“I know,” you breathe out, your heart fluttering as Geralt sends you a rare smile of his own.
“So… what is your post healing treatment plan?” He asks, removing his hand from your cheek to palm your hips and tug you towards him till you’re standing between his thighs. Your brows furrow.
“My what?” You ask, not understanding what he’s talking about. Geralt quirks up a brow at your confusion and he squeezes your waist with widening eyes.
“What are we going to do all day? Because if I’m going to remain a prisoner here, I will not be resting,” he states matter of factly. You let out a sharp laugh at the comparison.
“Prisoner, huh?” You ask, your voice teasing. Your hands reach out to hold his jaw and he responds by sending you what’s considered by Geralt to be a cheeky grin.
“Indeed. But the warden is quite agreeable,” he adds, pinching your leg. You yelp, jumping a little before narrowing your eyes and scrunching your nose at him.
You go to shoot back with a quip of your own when the perfect idea strikes you. A smirk is slow to form on your face. Geralt will hate it. But it will probably be the best thing you have ever done. With his white hair and sharp features, it will be marvelous.
“You know what, I think I have the perfect idea…” you say, trailing off. Geralt raises a brow but doesn’t say anything as you help him up from the bed and bring him out deeper in the meadow. It is there you suggest him letting you braid flowers into his hair as he soaks up the sun.
“No.” Is his immediate response. Your lip juts out, your hands threading together as you knee-walk closer to where he’s sitting.
“Oh, come on, Geralt, please,” you beg, hoping the look in your eyes is enough to convince him. He shakes his head, refusing to look at you and instead, looking down to fiddle with a flower next to him.
“I will not fight monsters with flowers in my hair,” he explains, his voice rougher than before as he refuses. You drop the look and the begging to send him a much more serious look.
“Well then luckily there will be none of that today!” You say strongly. Geralt pauses in playing with the flower. He looks up, meeting the hard expression you send him. You two are motionless as you stare off. You notice his jaw clenching the longer you meet his intimidating gaze. Eventually he loses, not being able to resist you.
“Fine,” he grits out. Your features immediately brighten, your eyes sparkling and your smile wide. You clap lightly as you move to sit behind him.
“You’re going to look dashing, my love,” you express dramatically, leaning over to kiss him soundly on the cheek. You feel his cheek warm under your lips but no color surfaces.
“I have no doubt…” he says, leaning back and relaxing enough for you to be able to work.
And work you do. You work silently and diligently, picking the perfect flowers from the ones surrounding you both. You twist and braid the flower stems, hiding them within his hair so only the petals are visible. With selected flower colors and a pattern, you make quick work of filling his hair with flowers in a way that was more than tasteful, it was beautiful.
You look between your work and Geralt as you braid. You notice the way his body relaxes further and further the longer your hands thread through his hair, occasionally massaging his scalp. You see the way his eyes are closed as he enjoys the quietness between you and the warmth of the sun on his skin. No lines between his brows and no natural frown on his lips.
He appeared to be in peace, more so than you had ever seen him. You couldn’t help but add a few extra flowers, if only to prolong the process for him. You didn’t want to disrupt the divine moment of serenity between you.
But eventually, you had to finish, braiding in the final flower. You breathe in deeply before moving to stand in front of him. You hear Geralt mumble a ‘huh’ and you feel bad for a moment as you realize he was close to falling asleep.
“Okay, I have finished! Come, come, look and see,” you urge, holding his hand and tugging on it lightly. Geralt stands, with your help, and the two of you make your way to a pond a few feet over. You both lean over, looking into the water. “What do you think?” You ask, looking at his reflection. Geralt remains silent as he stares at himself. You bite your lip in anticipation.
“I think monsters will quiver in fear at the sight of me,” he says with a small grin. He leans up and you follow, looking at his eyes and waiting for them to meet yours.
“That good, huh?” You ask with excitement in your voice as you bite down harder on your lip. Geralt’s grin widens as he watches you. He reaches out and pulls your lip away from the confines of your teeth.
“Certainly, darling. It’s wonderful,” he says fondly, looking entirely ethereal with the sun behind him, hitting his hair just right. You squeal, jumping out and curling your arms around his neck as you hug him as tightly as possible without hurting him.
“Oh, I knew you’d like it!” You exclaim, knowing that he may have hated the idea but he couldn’t deny the result was nice. Geralt’s arms encase you, holding you firmly against him and ignoring the sting of pain he felt while doing so. Because you were worth it.
“Yes, that’s it,” he replied knowing he would do anything just to make you smile at him.
Summary:“while I bathe in cliffside pools with my calamitous love and insurmountable grief” - your love for him started a war and he’d go to the ends of the earth to protect you from it
A/n: moodboard by @sarahisslytherin, this fic is part of my taylor swift fic series <3
Summary:“while I bathe in cliffside pools with my calamitous love and insurmountable grief” - your love for him started a war and he’d go to the ends of the earth to protect you from it
A/n: moodboard by @sarahisslytherin, this fic is part of my taylor swift fic series <3
TW:18+, dark, non-con/dub-con, mlw smut, d&s vibes, heavy drinking, mentions of forced pregnancy, if I miss anything pls lmk so I can correct it.
A/N: I made a post talking ab how no one talks ab a rockstar!Geralt bc he gives a major Peter Steele vibe like if they ever do a Peter Steele biopic I can guarantee Henry Cavill will play it. But anyway I know this is super short compared to my normal writing. If you follow my account (which you should cus duh) you’ve probably seen me post about the death of my mother a few weeks ago (pls no condolence comments on here I appreciate it but I don’t want it to clog up the comments) and this is the first thing I’ve been able to sit down and write long enough to complete it. Anyway sorry for rambling! Enjoy!!!
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