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We had a lot of things in which Milek is similiar to Geralt, but there are also a lot of things in which he comes after his Pa! Geralt is asking himself how he didn't see that from the beginning, honestly.
#geraskier lovechild#geralt#geralt of rivia#the witcher#twn#omegaverse#I do believe Milek is in some things quieter - more anxious - and a bit more shy than Jaskier was#(especially at his age)#but in some other things...#he is not as bad as Jaskier with falling in love all the time - but he does it too. I just think he doesn't bounce back from it#like Jaskier does#when things don't go well
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Me (based on having heard Hugh sing "Waterloo"):
"Well, yeah! Hugh seems to have a very good singing voice! But I don't understand why Joey would be intimidated by - "
"Oh. Nevermind!"
#Hugh Skinner#Radovid#Jaskier#Joly#Harry Bright#The Windsors#Look “Waterloo” is absolutely beautifully sung#but it doesn't really showcase Hugh's range#And he's part of an ensemble in#Les Misérables#so singling out his voice as Joly when everyone is singing is a bit difficult to do...#And the few “solo lines” he has are almost all in a spoken tone#And then#they had his voice dubbed by an actual opera singer for#Falling for Figaro#And he was pretending to sing badly in “The Romanoffs”...#And trying to pretend he didn't really know how to sing / was awfully shy about it on “The Witcher”#So I had a bit of a hard time getting an actual sense of his vocal abilities#Still can't get over the fact that the first time I finally have some idea of how vocally talented Hugh Skinner is#Is while hearing him sing about properly working toilets!#For fuck's sake why?!?!?!#That being said I wouldn't say that his talent would outshine Joey's because the way Joey uses his voice is absolutely brilliant!#He has his own unique sound that is tremendously appealing and relies a lot on emotional layering and his ability#to make an emotional connection with his audience.#But I can understand how singing alongside someone that seems to be more classically trained could be intimidating for him.#My Posts
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sorry but now that its canon jaskier likes men, it is 1000% undeniably canon that he once had feelings for geralt (if he doesn't still have them)
all those longing looks, all those careful remarks that said a lot without saying too much, and the songs? don't even get me started on the songs
there is seriously no way he wasnt in love with this man at one point in the series, i just need them to reveal when it was
#like listen it was already canon in my mind#but now its canon in the series itself#idcidc you cant argue with me#i need confirmation tho#cmon lauren dont be shy#you already gave us confirmation with this#one more thing wouldnt hurt#jaskier#geralt of rivia#geraskier
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Let Not Them Hear
I just posted chapter 1 of 2 of a Geraskier PWP on AO3 for @witchertits' The Horror and The Wild video, as well as a late post for @witcher-bows-and-arrows prompt Break.
Let Not Them Hear, 1204 words, rated E, no warnings.
Summary: Jaskier and Geralt take a break from a banquet for some not-so-private time alone, so they have to be quiet.
Preview:
Footsteps echoed as the two shuffled down the stone corridor, one leading the other by the wrist. Somehow they avoided running into any guards or banquet guests as they ducked into an alcove near the corner. Geralt backed the bard—his bard—towards the wall, palms pressing into Jaskier’s chest until he heard the dull thud of a clothed back hitting stone. Without wasting a moment, Geralt slotted a leg between Jaskier’s thighs, lips pressing insistently against his, hands already roaming.
“Geralt,” Jaskier panted against the witcher’s lips, cheeks already flushed red. “Geralt, we can’t, they’ll hear us.” The plea bubbled from his lips quickly and clumsily, like he needed to get the words out before he changed his mind. Geralt simply shifted his thigh in response, the added friction earning a little moan from Jaskier.
Full text on AO3
#i am too shy to put all of the filth on my blog also i don't know enough about tumblr tos lmao#my fic#geraskier#geralt x jaskier#geralt/jaskier#the witcher#the witcher fic#the horror and the wild#fanfiction#ao3#my posts
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geralt deserves to be wooed a lil. treated sweetly, told he looks gorgeous, taken out on dates. i think at first he rolls his eyes and huffs a sigh, thinks its all ridiculous, but then slowly the compliments start to get under his skin, and he realizes that. theyre actually earnest compliments. he's being treated sweetly because someone cares. even if he doesnt /need/ it, its simply being done out of a desire to treat him well
#not as over the top as jaskier's usual wooings and conquests because that would be too much#itd send geralt running#but something soft and simple.#just jaskier making very straightforward advances. i like your hair like that darling. can i hold your hand?#writing him a little love letter.#until it finally breaks through and geralt's blushing and unsure of how to respond and his chest is getting all tight#hes flustereddddd...... he's feeling shy about it.#witcher tag#ogc tag
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I'm a bit shy to post the full images for some of these because it's self insert art and I am 🙈 but here's a little dump of some Dandelion's I've collected over this week
*blows air on him and he explodes into a million little pieces*
#the witcher#the witcher books#because im too obsessed with his book design to NOT draw it all the time#dandelion#jaskier#the witcher dandelion#the witcher jaskier#as I've said before#i am so queer and predictable#you cannot see my self ship art yet im shy 🫥#pokesdoodles#my art
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if you saw the list of janitorial tasks i have to do youd die
#bloodletting#i wont show it bc im not disclosing where i work publicly but man#theres one room that has a like idfk 30-45 minute window of cleaning twice a day and one is like#45 minutes after clock in time#oh locker number 6 is free gonna try n snag that one too#i need a lock maybe but tbh not rly idk. i could use one tho jic.#im shadowing someone tomorrow and its my personal mission#to make her my friend#we were told she was shy#jaskier: want to make friends so genuinely me: its a challenge its a challenge#the blurring is gonna be insaaaaane#bc i know immediately it will be jaskier adjacent re: being nice n wanting connection n then we#will get home n either it wont b me or ill be like man what the fuck too nice#WHATEVER. ill be good
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Just me and my guitar on the bathroom floor kind of day. Rough recording of “Burn Butcher Burn” from Season 2 of The Witcher.
Once I figure out GarageBand I want to re-record this with more orchestral elements (and stronger vocals as I haven’t really practiced in forever)
Trying to get over things not being perfect off the cuff. Hope you enjoy <3
#the Witcher#burn butcher burn#jaskier#music#guitar#guitar cover#vocals#bard#jaskier the bard#musician#musicians of Hamilton#shy musician#rough recording#garageband#goth#gothic#alt
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Question for the mods....
HOW IN THE FUCK DID YOU MEET???
Like what???
How??
I am so god damn curious about you two.
I wanna study yall under a microscope lol
Also ngl kinda envious of how close of friends you two seem to be.
(Being an introverted shy af mofo sucks lmao)
I would actually probably read a whole ass book or watch a sitcom or something of the seemingly ever present weird-ass shit that seems to happen on a day-by-day basis.
/gen /lh /nf /pos
2018 newsies fandom. we weren't overly close but we bonded over race and albert a little and then katya dropped off the face of the earth for about a year.
during 2020 lockdown we both independently got into the witcher fandom and somehow ran into eachother again and had the fingers pointing OH MY GOD Y O U !!! moment in our dms. we bonded over hating jaskier. during this time we realized we were both dancers and katya was looking at dance colleges, i was already in college for dance and since it was lockdown and we couldn't go anywhere i told katya my experience auditioning at places to give him a good idea of places. and then i broke every internet safety rule known to man and said hey what if you had applied to my college but didnt know it?? and then one thing led to another and i dished out all the tea on my school. (only After that did we face reveal and give eachother our names lol) and then katya applied. mostly as a joke. until it wasnt a joke because that school gave katya a shit load of money and actually had stuff katya wanted to do. katya ended up coming to one of my zoom ballet classes and it took everything we had to not loose our shit on camera.
during this time we mostly kept eachother sane in lockdown writing witcher fanfic, and sending eachother awful thirst traps on instagram to pitbull music. one of our awful bits was using the dilf filter to make bad frat boy edits.
come august of 2021 we both moved into college. the same college. in the same building. it was wild. i pinched myself several times in shock. we went on a walk around campus with some worms on strings and were like what the hell how did we get here.
we continued to hang out and did weird insane things together. we took a class on the french revolution together where i had to put up with katya and fennec awkwardly flirting (read: making finger guns at eachother).
and then, since i was 2 years older, i was graduating and was going to stay in the area for a job and was like hey. what if we got an apartment together? and then we did. several adults agreed to this. idk why they let us. but now we live together in a real life apartment and we haven't even killed eachother yet. neither of our parents know that we met online. each of them have a different fake story as to how we know eachother and we really just hope they are never in the same room long enough to ask eachother about it. but its insane. 12/10 would recommend.
katya wanted me to include old tumblr screenshots of us talking, heres what i found from circa 2020:
we've always been like this lol
and heres some ancient greatest hits from instagram, i dont have context and trust me you dont want it:
every now and then the two of us look at eachother and go. how the fuck did we end up here??? (we have no idea)
#not a tag#from saph#storytime ig lol#sorry for the god awful quality#essentially we are basically dan and phil which is insane
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Hello! If you feel like it, could you write something for Geralt x reader? Reader is touch starved and doesn't want to initiate affection, but Geralt catches on bc she relaxes when their shoulders brush or when he pats her shoulder. One day he's had enough of her being so uptight, so he holds her and she just goes boneless with relief.
I relate to this so much Anon, putting my own feelings in this one❤️😂 Hope you enjoy! Sorry if it's jumbled, I was in a state when I wrote this XD
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A Witcher's Senses
You forget that a witcher has enhanced senses. Funny enough, Geralt doesn't really need them to figure out your problem.
Most men don't understand, but witchers are even more ignorant. They don't have the need to be held, the need to be touched. Not like a woman like you needs. And you don't just mean "touched" because not all touch is good. Some touch is selfish, uncomfortable, and lacking all mannerisms of a proper gentleman.
No. You want touch to be gentle, full of love.
Geralt was the only man that you could share this with-without his knowledge. Witchers weren't exactly ones for holding hands or exchanging hugs. The only affection they ever receive is from a one night stand that they paid for with their gold from a gruesome hunt. The closest you've ever been to Geralt with his knowledge is when you had to clean his wounds after a dicey encounter with a leshen or a werewolf.
But you needed more. You craved more from him.
"Y/N, can you tie up Roach." It was a command from Geralt, who wasn't looking at you as he handed you the leather reins. You eyed his hand, the way his fingers gently caressed the leather.
"Yeah." You said softly, reaching out to grab hold of the horse. And then, your fingers touched.
You lingered, lingered longer than expected. His skin was rough, but also very warm. You loved it, you loved the feeling that you haven't had in years. You didn't care that he was a witcher. He was still a man that had warm skin and a gentle aura about him. His touch made you relax. Softly, you began to smile to yourself.
"Y/N, Roach is getting anxious." Geralt's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you realized that he had let go of the reins long ago, his touch gone. You blushed in embarrassment when he finally heard Roach pawing the ground.
Mumbling an apology, you led the mare to a nearby tree, Geralt's gaze following you the whole way.
He wasn't stupid.
Jaskier might call him uncaring, ignorant, and hardy but the witcher was actually quite the opposite. He had better sight, better hearing, and a better sense of smell than most men. But even with all that, he struggles to read people sometimes. You were shy, didn't say much to him, but your eyes held so much emotion. But you, you were more obvious than you probably wanted.
When you pretend to trip and bump into him, your heartrate softens.
When he pats your shoulder after a fearful encounter, your muscles relax.
When you grab something from him and your fingers touch, your eyes glow and you smile to yourself.
You longed for touch. You needed it, but you didn't want anyone to know that. You were scared to initiate contact, which Geralt sensed when you were just around him. Your quick breathing, nervousness, and raised heartrate. You were uneasy because you lacked the touch you craved, that only he seemed to be able to give you.
Now with the knowledge he had, Geralt was confused. Why did you seek him out?
He was a witcher, covered in scars and years of abuse. He didn't know what a soft touch felt like unless he paid for it. Geralt didn't know how to give you what you wanted, however, you seemed to know. You were pretty, so it shouldn't be hard for him. Despite all the negative things that Jaskier has said about him, he always has mentioned that Geralt has more of a heart than most witchers.
Perhaps Geralt just needs to find that heart and give it to you.
So, one night, he did.
You guys were sitting by the fire, Roach was grazing nearby, and Geralt just got done putting things away. He then moved to sit next to you. Close to you. Immediately, his senses picked up your beating heart and nervous sweat. You weren't the only one nervous. Geralt was too. However, he cared about you, he knew what you needed and how he could give it.
The witcher scooted closer and placed an arm around you, pulling you into his chest.
"Geralt?" Your voice was small, face extremely red. The witcher, however, was calm as he rubbed his calloused hand over your shoulder to soothe you.
"Shh...just relax." Geralt said and you did. It was like you melted at his warm touch. Every organ in your body immediately calmed down; your heartrate slowed, breathing slowed, and everything else just relaxed. You sighed pleasantly, finding yourself moving closer to him out of impulse.
"Why are you doing this?" You couldn't stop yourself from asking him, the warmth from both him and the fire easing you. The fire light flickered in his cat-like eyes as he swallowed nervously.
"Because I needed it. I needed your touch." He told you, smiling a bit. Relief seemed to fill in your eyes as you took in his words. Every time that you were afraid to initiate any form of contact was just your nerves getting the best of you. Geralt said he needed you, just like you needed him. You nuzzled your head into his shoulder.
However, Geralt said that to ease you, or that's what he thought.
But he found himself relaxing at your touch as well.
#the witcher#the witcher imagine#the witcher geralt#witcher geralt#geralt of rivia#geralt x reader#geralt imagine
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"The White wolf himself! It's an honor to finally meet the man Jaskier never shuts up about." Radovid gracefully presents his hand for the witcher to kiss. Geralt does not. Instead, he stares at the prince with an eerily blank expression and takes a step forward. Then another. Then another. Until Radovid feels the rough, painfully jagged texture of the cave wall against his back. He looks at the witcher, now looming before him in the shadows. Bright yellow eyes- those of a predator pierces through the darkness like a knife and stab through his chest like a cold chill.
"I'm sure you are well aware of my...fondness for Jaskier. We've travelled together for almost 25 years now. He is, in his own ridiculous words my very best friend in the whole wide world."
Radovid chuckles, which seems to be the wrong response because Geralt's eye twitches and the hand near Radovid's side curls into a fist so tight he hears the leather of the man's glove whine.
"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"Now, with that I must lay down a few things for you to remember, your highness. Lest you overstep and find yourself upsetting my bard." Radovid swallows, blood running ice cold.
"If I ever catch wind of you mistreating, manipulating, or abusing Jaskier in anyway, a few things will happen to you."
"First, I will find you, wherever you are on this continent and I will kill you. It will be a very sudden, painful and very violently death. A coach suddenly pushed off a cliff, an unexpected kikimora loose in the castle, poison in your morning tea that feels like acid down your throat. I don't know, haven't really decided yet."
"Then after that, I will watch as your spirit becomes vengeful and restless, transforming into a wraith- a monster born out of gruesome, untimely deaths. Then I kill you again, for the second time. This time not by my blade, but by my fire. I will burn you, and watch as your spirit, your very soul wails in agony, turning to ash at the sight of your charred, desecrated bones." Geralt leans in close, stopping just shy of the pale prince's hear and whispers.
"And that's not even mentioning what unspeakable horrors my daughter and her mother are sure to do to you beforehand." Radovid shakes under the cold intensity of Geralt's gaze. They both hear the bard in question singing just an earshot away from where they stood. Radovid flinches so hard that his back is scratched by a particularly sharp rock. Geralt, on the other hand mearly turns to the sound, smiling softly for a moment before facing the prince once again.
"Have I made myself clear, your highness?" His smile never leaving his face, Geralt bares his teeth to show the sharp canines that look more lion than wolf.
"C-Crystal." Radovid stutters.
"Geralt? Have you seen- Oh! There you are, dear."
"Hmmm" In a blink of an eye, the witcher is a considerable distance away from the terrified prince. Already walking toward the bard, Geralt claps a hand on his shoulder as he passes him to reach Roach. Radovid watches Jaskier lean against the friendly touch, beaming.
"How are my two favorite men in the world? Getting along well, I hope?"
"Oh, we get along just fine. Don't we, your highness?" He looks at him now with casual disinterest, but there was a glint in the man's eye. It sends a shiver up the prince's spine and he all too suddenly remembers the moniker the man used to have before Jaskier came along.
"Absolutely. "
#geraskier#kinda#radskier#the witcher#jaskier#geralt#radovid#Geralt as protective bestie#who may or may not also have feelings#fanfic
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Some small details from the Jaskier/Radovid kiss scene that make my little heart go insane
• When Jaskier brushes Radovid's hair out of the way before kissing him
• Jaskier's other hand going to Radovid's neck, seemingly disappearing into his hair
• Radovid grabs onto Jaskier’s bicep when he fully realizes what's going on
• The way the kiss is shy and has an innocent feel to it
• When they part Jaskier nuzzles his nose into Radovid's cheek (it's a blink and you'll miss it moment)
• All the tension disappears from Jaskier’s shoulders and face when they part
• Radovid is the first one to open his eyes
• When Jaskier finally opens his eyes he first looks at Radovid's lips then into his eyes
• When Jaskier says "I can't take you inside. I'm sorry" His thumb is gently caressing Radovid's cheek
• The tiny smile Radovid gives Jaskier as he says "Then take me here"
• Jaskier’s barely there smile before Radovid leans in for a second kiss
• The look in Jaskier’s eyes when he closes the gap on a much more passionate second kiss
• Jaskier’s hand that was just seconds before on Radovid's cheek going down to his chest
Over all its just a really sweet moment and I'm so immensely happy one of my favorite characters is now canonically queer!!
#jaskier#julian alfred pankratz#radovid#jaskier x radovid#the witcher spoilers#the witcher#the witcher season three#joey batey#hugh skinner#radskier#FlowerCrown
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We've all come across fanfictions where Jaskier is de-aged, and typically, he becomes shy and quiet. But here's an alternative idea: Considering how mischievous and wild Jaskier can be as an adult, imagine how much worse a young Jaskier would be.
During a hunting expedition gone awry, Jaskier finds himself struck by a spell that regresses him to the age of five. Geralt, expecting a scared and timid child, tries to provide comfort to the young viscount de Lettenhove.
However, instead of displaying fear, this pint-sized version of Jaskier surprises Geralt in the most unexpected way. The moment Geralt approaches, the child Jaskier promptly sinks his teeth into Geralt's arm before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.
In no time, Geralt discovers the true extent of Jaskier's mischief. Not only is he a little thief, perpetually pilfering anything within his reach, but he also manages to elude Geralt's grasp without fail. Geralt finds himself constantly turning his back for a split second only to find Jaskier clutching some new "treasure" in his grubby little hands.
One rainy night, as Geralt seeks shelter in a tavern, he is forced to bring young Jaskier along. When the innkeeper attempts to arrange a bed for Geralt, acknowledging his witcher status, the miniature Jaskier kicks the man square in the crotch, proclaiming him a "meanie."
Determined to return Jaskier to his adult form, Geralt embarks on a journey to find Yennefer, hoping she can undo the spell as swiftly as possible. The mere thought of the havoc this mischievous child Jaskier could wreak upon the world fills Geralt with dread.
If only Jaskier hadn't seized every opportunity to escape, their journey would have progressed much more efficiently. Geralt finds himself constantly chasing after the young whirlwind, attempting to keep him in sight and out of trouble.
#the witcher netflix#joey batey#geralt of rivia#jaskier the witcher#the witcher#henry cavill#the witcher jaskier#geralt x jaskier#geraskier#fic ideas#jaskier#gerskier#headcanon#yennefer of vengerberg#anya chalotra#the witcher season 3
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AU where geralt's been in love with jaskier since the beginning, and for the longest time jaskier had no idea. and jaskier, well, he's so unlucky in love, he's had what seems like a thousand partners, all of them worse than the last. nothing like the good, steady, loyal love geralt's been harboring in secret. jaskier doesnt feel anything, though he wishes more than anything that he did. and maybe it's selfish, and maybe it's cruel, but he just... he wants to try it. he wants to see what it's like, to be with someone who cares. he worries that perhaps he's using geralt, but he's always been selfish, so he cant stop himself once it's in motion
maybe geralt suggests it, maybe he does. either way, he's upfront that he doesnt love geralt like that. but he wants to try. and geralt agrees
jaskier slowly! slowly falling in love with his friend!!! because theyre dating, theyre trying it, and jaskier is seeing how sweet he can be and he's WOOED!!!
#witcher tag#ogc tag#like idk if im getting this across clearly but. its about shifting perspectives#about changing how you see someone after years of being together#partly because theyre putting in an effort but also because youre making the concious decision to try and see them in another light!#and youre surprised by what you find and how much you like it!#dating being what dating is for-- trying on a relationship and seeing how you like it.#dating doesnt always come after grand love confessions sometimes its a trial run! sometimes its an effort to see if feelings will form#and jaskier doesnt expect anything to come of it but then it DOES. it sneaks up on him! its so startling! he doesnt know why#he's suddenly blushing. suddenly shy.#and not a week into dating either-- at least a month if not longer#but he realizes eventually that something has started to shift and its new and thrilling and he doesnt know how to handle it!!!#sometimes love is old and sometimes its new and sometimes its BOTH
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warnings: smut, dubcon, implied age gap, innocent reader, loss of virginity, corruption kink, mild implied misogyny. minors dni.
pairings: Geralt of Rivia/AFAB!Reader; reader is an ADULT, but extremely inexperienced.
Geralt thinks you're annoying. Pretty, even skilled, but annoying. That little innocent baby act of yours, the confusion in your eyes when Jaskier recalls some of his sexual exploits, how oblivious you act to your own arousal when he can literally smell it off you.
He knows you like him, that much is obvious. You make no bones about staring at his body, eyes wide and lips slightly parted when you see him tug his shirt off his body in favour of donning different armour. He once wrapped his arm around your waist to tug you off a path and he could feel the heat surging through your body, the sudden scent of warm arousal clouding his sense of smell.
It's only when you kiss him that he realizes it might not be an act.
You're in your room at Kaer Morhen, kneeling on your bed as Geralt leans against it, standing up. The day's practice had been rough, Geralt had been rough about all the improvements you were to make to your fighting style, and you just...
You couldn't help yourself, not with adrenaline and arousal and the heat of it all pumping through your body. Your body is pressed against his own firm one, soft lips on his chapped ones in a closed mouth, chaste kiss.
Your head jerks away from his, eyes going wide as you bite your bottom lip, nervousness all over your face. You open your mouth to justify what you just did but Geralt's hand is on your chin, tilting your face up to capture your lips again, tongue swiping your bottom lip.
You kiss back, and your movements are uncertain against his own. You kiss with apprehension and confusion and an uncontrollable lust, and when Geralt pulls you tighter against himself, your gasp turns into a moan.
Your hands are on his shoulders, and when he sucks hard on your bottom lip they jerk, as if you've deliberately kept them there. As if you don't know what to do with them.
It sends a shock of arousal directly to his crotch, pressed against your stomach and constrained by the tightness of his trousers.
He pushes you into the bed without a word, watching as you pant up at him, eyes wide with lust and confusion.
"Have you ever kissed anyone before?" he asks, caging you in with his arms as he begins to kiss your neck.
Your voice is breathy when you give him the answer. Once.
You've only kissed once.
This knowledge should not make him as ravenous as it does, but as he goes back to kissing you on the lips, he decides not to push you too much tonight.
You're pliant in his hands, trying to follow his movements, so occupied with trying to please him as you kiss his cheek, kiss his lips, kiss his neck, arms around him as he practically lays on top of you, air thick with the scent of your arousal.
He's not going to push you tonight. He's going to get off you, kiss you a bit more, and maybe introduce you to some fun in a couple days.
You watch him wordlessly as he pulls off your shirt, palming your chest and panting. Your face is shy as you whisper his name and cover your breasts with your hands, but he pulls them away in favour of pressing closed mouth kisses over your chest, over your nipples.
He doesn't stop to ask if it's okay when he peels his own clothes off, cusping your covered entrance in his hand as he presses his fingers into the slowly spreading dampness. You're moaning anyway, little gasps and jerks of your cooperative, sensitive little body giving away your desperation at these alien feelings invading you, and he knows he should stop-
-but he needs to taste the ripe little cunt he's been lusting after all these days, that teasing scent that's been riling him up for days, so he tugs your pants off and dives in.
He laves his tongue over your clit, basking in your cry of surprise, your hands flying to his hair, confused question dying on your lips.
Only kissed once before and here you are, a Witcher eating you out, hands wrapped around your thighs to pull your heat closer against his face.
You're gasping softly, rhythmically. He contemplates eating you out till you come, but part of him really wants you to have your (first) orgasm on his cock.
Fuck. You've probably never seen a cock in your entire life.
He pulls away and you whine, hands stretching out to pull him close to you. He doesn't indulge you, opting instead to strip himself completely.
He watches you stare at his body, eyes fixed on his length, standing tall.
So much for waiting.
You're soft, lush as he kisses you, his heavy body pressing yours deep into the mattress, cock rubbing against your wet folds. You pull away from his mouth and blink up at him, whispering his name.
You moan it when he begins to enter you.
"It hurts," you whimper, and he kisses the complaints off your lips.
Your whining dissolves into breathless moans as he begins to fuck you in earnest. You're so goddamn tight, clenching around him, face in utter bliss as he hits that spot inside you that you probably had no idea existed.
"Geralt," you gasp, "s-something's happening-"
"It's supposed to," he pants, "let it happen, let it- ohhhh-"
You're pulsing around him as you come, nails digging into his back as you body jerks in release. Geralt isn't far behind, pressing himself into you as deep as possible before he comes, humping your body to ride out the waves.
He pulls out of your spent body, kissing your dazed looking face all over. You start to kiss back, hands cupping his face gently, a small smile curving against his lips.
He pulls your bedcovers around both of you and you snuggle into his warm body, exhaustion overtaking you as you fall asleep, all his.
#geralt of rivia#the witcher#the witcher 3#the witcher 3: wild hunt#geralt of rivia x reader#geralt of rivia x you#geralt x reader#geralt x you#geralt of rivia smut#the witcher smut
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Winters are long, the kaer morons share their sexploits they've had that year on the path:
Geralt: I was having sex with a jaskier, and I was riding on top and he just went: "oh look at you!"
Geralt: completely ruined the mood, I got way to shy to continue
*eskel and Lambert dying of laughter in the background*
#my nonsense#jaskier#geralt#geraskier#kaer morons#another day in kaer morhen#lambert#eskel#kaer morhen cracktivities#winter at kaer morhen#bottom geralt rights#pillow princess geralt
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