#Olgierd x reader

[aghostfromtheages]

Damned Devotion

This is a little self indulgent project I was motivated to work on after my last play through of the Witcher (I needed some OlgierdxReader). It takes place over four chapters which are being posted on AO3. I will include the link in a comment on this post. (Edit: 2/4 chapters now up on AO3)

You meet the same man four different times.

Your grandmother's fairytales never went like this.

Chapter 1: Once

The water was cold.

Cold enough to make you falter as you stepped into the river. The current was more gentle here than upstream, nearer your new home, more languid. It tugged softly at you as it passed, washing the last remnants of sleep from your body. Your dream was not shrugged off so easily. Though you barely remembered it, the feeling it left you with haunted you still. Empty. Cold. Maybe all those stories about your grandmother having elf-blood weren’t so far fetched. You slipped under the surface briefly, wetting your hair. Telling portents, predicting the gender of a child; your grandmother had been known for her small magicks. More luck than anything, or so your mother insisted. 

You remembered little from your dream, or had it been a nightmare? Boars filled your cottage, spilling from the front door, trampling your garden. There was blood, a storm of snow, and a man with fiery red hair and eyes like flint. The rest was a half-forgotten muddle. You ran your hands over the flat river stones. If you had inherited any of your grandmother’s fortune-telling ability, you couldn’t imagine what your dream could signify.

Morning sun dappled the water and nearby bank, burning up the veil of mist that still hung about the river. Your body having finally adjusted to the cool water, you swam leisurely upstream. 

When you saw the man, your breath caught in your throat. He was different from your dream,  clutching his side and leading his horse. His eyes were shrewd and sharp, not quite the flinty coldness that pierced your dreams. You had never seen such eyes before. Dropping yourself into the water, you peered through the reeds as he attempted to forge the river, nervous horse in tow.

"Lost, are you?" Your curiosity overcame your hesitancy, and you called out, hiding your nakedness as best you could beneath the water. 

Your words stopped the man in his tracks, thigh-deep in the river, mere meters from you. He loosened his grip on his horse’s reins and drew a long curved blade from a sash belted about his waist. He swung it lazily, searching for the origin of your voice as he steadied himself. 

"Now now, if you are some vila or nixie trying to tempt me, you'd best search elsewhere." He swept the blade through the reeds mere feet from where you sat, continuing forward. "I won't be easy prey."

You wheeled back, splashing into the shallows of the river, narrowly escaping the arc of the blade, exclaiming in irritation. 

The man's horse, a disheveled looking bay,  jerked in surprise at your movement, pulling the reins from its master’s hand. Quickly, you plucked your clothing from the bank, wishing to protect any modesty you had left. You peered over your shoulder as the man struggled to calm his mount. "I am no water witch," you said indignantly, as you pulled on a tunic. "And I would not wait around to banter with local men if I was one."

The man shushed his horse, eyes slipping from your half-naked form to the other bank and back, finally running up your body and settling on your eyes. He set a hand tenderly on his bloodied side again.

“Of course,” his tone betrayed the sarcasm underlying the propriety of his speech. “Maids often spend their mornings bathing naked in forest streams.” He sucked in a strained breath, trying hard to look unaffected, though you could see fresh blood had seeped through the brocade of his coat.

"Do you know in which direction the closest township lays?"

"Brunwich is not half a day by foot. Much faster by horse, I'm sure." You paused and then added, "My lord." Surreptitiously, if only for your own safety, as he appeared dressed in the most expensive, but worn, finery. You'd not lived there long, so you had not had time to become familiar with the local manors and families. 

He looked in the direction you point and nodded in agreement, but did not contradict the title you’d given him nor allowed you his name. Instead, he added, rather diffidently, “And the nearest healer?”

You flicked the water from your trousers with a practiced snap. “Why... you almost beheaded her.”

The man lifted his chin. He had the good graces to look somewhat remorseful. “Apologies, for my… ah, impulsive reaction. Although...” he frowned, “it is unusual to find a woman so at ease this far from town…”

Having finally pulled on the rest of your clothing, you unsheathed a very large hunting knife from the belt at your waist. As if in answer, you brandished it with no small amount of deftness. “Now, we can stand here and exchange pleasantries all day, or I can try and keep you from attracting drowners with all that blood you’re feeding into the river.” Without waiting for a response, you bent to collect the riverside herbs you had previously harvested and motioned him forward. “You’re lucky I called out to you.”

  Back at the small cottage you called home, the bay horse wandered your garden, while crow calls echoed from freshly plowed fields nearby. Inside, you gingerly peeled away the man’s once white undershirt, revealing deep lacerations that spanned his chest and ribs. You placed your fingers lightly on the oozing wound, causing the man to flinch and groan. Despite the large quantity of blood, the wound appeared clean and fairly surface level, only having reached past the muscle to the rib bones in a couple of spots. For all the damage, it must have been a glancing blow. 

“I’ll need to clean the wound and then stitch some of the deeper lacerations closed. I have some fresh beggartick blossom for the pain-” The man grunted, interrupting you. 

“Tch, I appreciate your concern, but-” he flinched, knuckles white where he gripped the edge of the table, as you poured vodka over the wound, “-I would prefer to be fully lucid.” You raised your brow, but said nothing as you rinsed your hands and then cauterized the needle for suturing. Making quick work threading the needle, you gently placed a hand against the man’s chest and began your stitching. His body was etched in old scars. They seemed synonymous with battle wounds one would find on a soldier. You remember seeing similar scars on a cadaver in one of the medical classes at the Academy. Another hint to your patient’s background. You frowned.

“And what, pray tell, caused such a wound? The townspeople should know if there are horrors haunting their forest.” 

“A big fucking bear.” Before you could stop him, he took a swig from the distilled vodka. “My band and I came upon it in the middle of a hunt. I was trying to find my way to Brunwich after getting separated from them when I found you.” 

“It would seem we have very differing opinions on who found who.” You snipped the trailing ends off of the silk suture before stepping back to regard your work. 

The man gave a low whistle, "My, my, you are a damn skilled woman." The stitches were not too tight, not too loose, some of your best work. He ran a thumb lightly over the thread.

Smiling, you gently swatted his hand away while you worked to apply a salve of yarrow and calendula to the area, before bandaging. "Well, I didn't spend all that time at the Academy without learning a few things." 

"Is that so? I have naught to pay you with now…"

You looked the man over as you tidied your supplies. "I figured not. I am new to this part of the province, so the least you could tell me is your name."

The man slowed in his dressing, as if surprised at the question. "Of course… I'm Olgierd von Everec." He hesitated, and then continued past your lack of reaction. "My family owned a manor house not far from here… Or rather, used to."

So, a disgraced lord then. That explained a few things.

You watched him finish dressing out of the corner of your eye. He held himself with the easy confidence of someone born into nobility, yet he moved with the measure of someone with martial experience. You followed him out the door, to where his horse grazed in a patch of clover.

"I will repay you." He promised, holding your gaze as he did at the river. You nodded to placate him, patting the nose of his horse as he pulled himself into the saddle. He wouldn’t be the first customer to stiff you on payment.

Standing in your garden you watched as Olgierd von Everec spurred his horse into a gallop, jumped the fence at the edge of the road and finally disappeared past the turn at the crossroads.

The summer wore on. You settled into your life as a herbalist and healer, receiving visitors that came as far as Oxenfurt. Your dreams no longer bothered you, and you started to forget about your encounter with the remarkable man at the river.

Weeks later you found a basket at your door. Inside was a small pouch, containing seven crowns and a fresh bottle of vodka. Underneath it, folded in half, laid a bear pelt.

[imaginethewitcher]

what a joy to see requests are open! could i perhaps have some headcanons? like you did for roach? so like what dating dandelion, roche, lambert and olgierd would include? thank you very much dear

Dandelion:

Dandelion would write a song for you filled with romantic idioms and sing it to youduring a romantic evening

Helooks a bit messy, because he was chased by one of his former lovers. But nowhe will give you all his attention

Heinvites you to his favourite play, afterwards he gives you a bouquet of flowersand goes with you to the Kingfisher Inn

Duringyour date he will constantly praise you for everything you do and give you extensivecompliment

Lambert:

Lambertpulls off a lot of pranks

Hewould make a plan for who to prank and makes jokes to see you laughing

Aftera long day of joking around, he prepared a picnic. Surprisingly he’s a goodcook and even made a little bouquet for you

Olgierd:

Olgierdinvites you in form of a letter with romantic poetry

Hetakes a walk with you through the woods, praising the beautiful naturesurrounding the both of you

Hasa conversation about his favourite poems and songs, to show you his affectionfor you

Youwrite a poem together

Surprisesyou a bouquet of flowers. They also have special meaning to express hisfeelings

Roche:

Rochemight look calm from the outside, but he’s anxious inside

Hewouldn’t want to mess it up and make something special for you

Wouldtake a walk with you through the untouched nature. It’s a change from the smellof blood and destruction on the battlefield

Hewatches the stars with you, shows you different star constellations and tellsstories about them he heard from his mother, when he was a child

[hellimagines]

Eyes of a Cat -- Olgierd von Everec

Masterlist

Request: “Hey! I have a request about Olgierd! Story after HoS, he decided to live a life in different way, so he started to write a poems. Passing by one of Novigrad’s inn, he saw young lady and he wrote a poem about unknown beauty! (Sorry for any mistakes, english is not my mother tongue)” - @natvonpankratzdelettenhove​ & “If you would do something with olgierd x reader after he keeps his soul thatd be great! I dont see a lot of fic with him and theres potential”

Summary: Olgierd has found a love for poetry since regaining his soul, and during a moment where he lacks inspiration, he finds you. 

Warnings: none

Pairing: Olgierd von Everec x fem!reader

Word Count: 800+

A/N: This is short and written as headcanons, because I struggled terribly with writer’s block. There isn’t much romance, primarily the Olgierd being starstruck and living with a soul finally, but I set the ending up for a possible Part Two/Final Part in case I find inspiration. Also, female witcher reader because FUCK the rules. You should know by now, that if you read my imagines you wear leather.

Novigrad wasn’t Olgierd’s favorite place, it was too loud and too busy and too random and too chaotic. He was an Oxenfurt kinda guy through-and-through

Oxenfurt gave him knowledge about all sorts of people and things and places, so he preferred to spend his time there

But, Novigrad gave Olgierd something that Oxenfurt didn’t; Novigrad was home to The Rosemary and Thyme, which in turn was home to Dandelion, who in turn held the masterful knowledge of poetry

Ever since he regained his soul from O’Dimm and let go of the anguish he held over Iris, Olgierd had found a more peaceful way of living, and poetry was his escape

He eventually became a regular at The Rosemary and Thyme and enjoyed joking around with Zolton, playing Gwent with Priscilla, and giving Dandelion stories to sing and write about, in turn for lessons on writing poetry

During one of these visits, after Dandelion had rushed off upstairs to jot down a few lines for his upcoming ballad, “Fading Rainbow”, Olgierd found himself hunched over one of the tables in The Rosemary while staring at a blank piece of parchment

His quill dripped ink onto the parchment as his brain scrambled for something to write

Just as he was about to call it quits and barter Zolton and Priscilla for a round of Gwent, The Rosemary’s door swung open, disturbing the quiet Wednesday morning

Olgierd’s eyes furrowed when you walked in, noting the scowl on your bruised face. He was used to harlots, bards, troubadours, playwrights, drunks, and other people of the like walking into The Rosemary for hope to speak with ‘The Great Master Dandelion’, sing or listen to music, or to get utterly plastered

However, he had never seen someone dressed in worn leather with two swords across their back, cuts and bruises scattered across their face, and an animal-shape pendant around their neck. Someone that wasn’t Geralt of Rivia

But, you weren’t Geralt--unless Geralt suddenly grew breasts and became a terrifyingly beautiful woman

Olgierd was expecting the bartender to turn you away, declaring your kind filthy and unwanted. However, he simply gave you a wide smile and shouted for Dandelion

Within moments, said bard was thundering down the stairs with a shout and barreling into you with open arms

When your arms wrapped around him just as tightly, Olgierd’s thoughts were confirmed, you were definitely not Geralt 

Before he had the chance to understand what was going on, you were already leaving with a wave over your shoulder and Dandelion was bounding back upstairs, content as can be

Suddenly, Olgierd had found inspiration for a poem to write

A few days passed, and Dandelion grew suspicious by his new friend’s behavior--typically Olgierd would only be in Novigrad for a week, at most, before leaving. But Olgierd had been at the Rosemary for two weeks, staying in the tavern for hours (even when the music and dancing was its peak) with the same piece of parchment clutched in one hand and an abused quill in the other

‘Eyes of a cat, I could see from where I sat, While your name I was not graced, your beauty hit me in the face-’

“Oh, this is just pure shit.”

“Just tell me who she is! I promise you, I will ensure that the magnificent beauty finds her way to your heart. Or his… is it a guy? Is that why you won’t tell me? Honestly Olgierd, you should know by now that I am not one to judge such a profound act of love-”

“Thank you, Dandelion, but it is not a man. I can’t tell you who it is because I don’t know her name or even who she is.”

“Well, you must know something, you didn’t conjure this woman out of thin air.”

“She is your friend from the other day. The Witcher.”

“(Y/N)? No way!” 

Olgierd knew, by the tone of Dandelion’s voice, that he had made a mistake informing the bard of his heart’s new desire. His face contorted into glee and mischief, and before Olgierd could interject, Dandelion was rushing out of The Rosemary with a cry of joy

All Writing Taglist (OPEN): @sophster1881​ @alilcloudy​

[gauntie-o-dimm]

Olgierd | The Oath

Prompt: “Please, don’t leave me again.”

Word count: 2200+ Warnings: Smut, swearing, angst, blood, death

'You want me to what?!' My heart dropped as I read the contract that the general had tightly pressed into my hands. 'It's the Emperor's orders. Do not dally on the task now. You're dismissed, assassin.' 'But I... He...' The general frowned, crossing his arms. The Nilfgaardian sun on top of his chestplate shimmered in the light of the lowering sun.

'We could also give the task to someone else, but you know what consequences there are for abandoning your orders.' My gaze lowered to the floor. 'I know.' I replied, tucking the contract in my pocket. 'Consider it done.' 'Good luck, assassin.'

I tried my best not to cry as I mounted my horse, pulling my hood over my head. Sure, we hadn't seen each other in a decade and a half, but... That didn't make the task less heart-wrenching-ly difficult. This was purely business and I knew that I had to do it, or anyone else would, and that way, my life would be over soon, too.

After a few hours of riding, I reached the familiar mansion and immediately I felt my throat tighten. It hadn't changed much... And the sound of the cheerful music that was audible from here made it all the more terrible for me. I dismounted, deciding to head further on foot. I sneaked around the house, remembering the exact location of his bedroom - of course. Climbing in at an agile speed, I landed softly onto the floorboards. I gasped at the sight of the slightly unraveled bedsheets, the familiar scent that was in the room, he even still had the same damn table. Oh, how many times he had fucked me on there, or on that creaky bed of his...

Sounds moving towards the room had me slip out of the window again, hands holding onto the ledge. My feet found some steadiness on a small stone that was sticking out of the wall - still I had to hold on for dear life. A too-well-known deep voice had me almost tear up, the sound of it resonating through my skull giving me a small insight of better times, before I got the order to leave him. But I was not about to let my heart get the better of me.

He walked into the room, heaving a sigh before calling over his shoulder. 'Well I don't care, you better solve this before dawn. Otherwise, things will not be so good for you.' He was certainly talking to one of the Wild Ones... I bit my lip as I heard him sit down on the bed, taking off his boots alongside a few pieces of his robe. After all those years, he still wore the same cologne... I nearly felt my grip falter and I held onto the ledge a little tighter. The scraping of wood against wood made me realize he had taken a seat at his desk, the rustle of paper indicating that he was noting something down, or reading. As quiet as I could, I hoisted myself inside, landing on my feet with much grace. It was odd that he hadn't heard me yet, but then, his back was turned towards me. So this was my chance... But I froze as soon as I settled my gaze upon him properly.

The gasp that left my lips had him quickly spin around in shock, hand resting upon the hilt of the long dagger strapped to his hip. As soon as his gaze settled on me, he let it slip to his side. '(Y/n), what are you doing here?' Olgierds eyes met mine and filled with confusion. 'Why are you... By the gods...' He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't dreaming. 'What... Where...' 'Olgierd, I-' 'I thought you were kidnapped. Sent my men looking for you, but they never found you. What has happened? Why are you here?' I looked at my feet. 'There was something along the way that needed my attention.' 'Something more important than me?' He did a few large steps forward and reached for my face, cupping it in his hands. '(Y/n), I just can't believe my eyes.'

I wanted to protest, to push his hands away, but standing so close to him after so long made something in me freeze on the spot. 'You're just as beautiful as back then. You haven't changed a bit, you know.' he said. Olgierd on the other hand was a lot different - a large scar ran over his head and was quite obvious to notice. 'What happened to your face?' I whispered. 'A long story.' he responded, pressing his forehead to mine. His scent was just so comforting...

'Kiss me...' I said mindlessly, without thinking for another second. The feel of his lips against mine after such a long time, it was pure bliss. I had missed him dearly, his feel, his scent. Before I knew it, I deepened the kiss. A low groan escaped Olgierds throat - another noise that made goosebumps appear on my skin - and I felt myself grow hot and frustrated. Olgierds fingers slipped under my shirt, caressing naked skin. I swallowed thickly. 'Oh, Olgierd...' I breathed after pulling back, looking at him with a longing that I never knew I could feel. 'I have been thinking about you every day.' Olgierd muttered against my neck as his face trailed to the side, leaving a hot line of pecks and licks. '(Y/n), your smell... Shit, I want to fuck you so badly...'

My stomach turned around in both a pleasant way and dread, for I was here for another cause. 'Olgierd, I don't know, I just...' 'I will be careful.' he whispered, 'Do you want to sleep with me? I haven't touched anyone ever since you were gone. Holding you like this after so long, I just... I need...' I cupped his cheek, stroking it with my thumb as I looked at him in complete awe. How could I give in, and how could I not? Before I could overthink it, I nodded.

It was as if a huge burden was taken from my shoulders alongside the armor as he stripped it off of me. How did I almost forget that his hands were so skilled? The calluses that were on them were even rougher than before, making me shiver under his touch. He started to kiss me passionately, his tongue immediately wrestling mine - as if he had to fight for dominance...

My fingers fiddled to take off his armor and I pushed it away, running my hands over his bare chest like it had so many times before - there were more scars and bruises, but probably there were on my body, too. I tilted my head, wanting him to grab me and breathe through me some more, his beard tickling my face as he groped my breasts, the desperation he had felt all those years tangible in his actions. My hands went down to his underwear, palming his erection - the moan that left his lips was so delicious and I was so touch-deprived that I almost came right there and then from the sound. I was practically soaking through my panties right now, and the squeeze that Olgierd gave on my butt was only adding up to the whole matter.

He picked me up, walking me over to his bed. Even the scent of the sheets was the same as fifteen years ago. It felt so familiar and I froze in my actions for a moment. Olgierd kissed my neck, letting out grunts that were inexplicably amazing. I ran my hands through his hair, pulling him closer as his face went down to suck on my breasts.

'(Y/n)...' he groaned, licking my nipples before looking up at me. 'You're so beautiful... And I've missed you so much...' I bit my lip, watching him closely as he kissed in between my tits, moving downwards until my bellybutton. He inhaled deeply. 'Holy fuck, that scent of yours... It's driving me crazy. Do you have any idea how badly I've been wanting to smell that again?'

I didn't know how I imagined being reunited with Olgierd again after such a long time, but it wasn't ending up with his head between my legs after mere minutes. I had expected him to be angry, disappointed, not immediately wanting to lap away at me until he had me quivering under his tongue, yet here we were. He pushed aside my panties, not wasting anytime to dive in. I let out a moan, lewd and wanton, but I didn't mind. Olgierd groaned against my core, audibly turned on by my noises. The heat that he pressed against and into me was so intense that I grabbed the sheets. It was as if it was fifteen years ago, with me calling his name from dusk until the morning came. 'Olgierd...' I breathed as his tongue teased my straining clit, my body arching upwards. 'Olgierd, please...' He thumbed my entrance, pulling it open a little. 'Holy fuck...' he muttered, pushing in a finger. 'You're just as tight as I can remember.' I bit my tongue to prevent myself from crying out as he started fingering me, adding another digit soon enough. My toes curled as he did so, his lips closing around my clitoris. 'Hm... Your cunt is so delicious...' he whispered into me, making me gasp out. But before I could tell him that my orgasm was close, he pulled back, licking clean his fingers. 'Here, have a taste.' He kissed me firmly and I could sense the aftertaste of my essence on his lips and in his beard.

He took off his loincloth in a hurry, revealing his desperate, ever-throbbing length to me. I let out a squeal as he suddenly rubbed his hand against my core, gathering my juices. He slathered it upon his cock, lubing it up before he pulled me closer to him, pushing his shaft to my entrance. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pushing him in fully. He filled me completely, making us both sigh in relief at the long-anticipated sensation. He grabbed one of my legs, draped it over his shoulder and started to fuck me in a speed I could barely comprehend. Oh, he was desperate, needy, deprived. All of a sudden I felt guilt and sadness slip into my brain. I fought the tears that threatened to escape. What had I done, leaving him for such a long time? The fierceness behind his thrusts made me feel unworthy of him and his love... I didn't want to cry. Olgierd seemed to notice that tears had filled my eyes. 'My love,' he whispered within grunts, 'Don't be sad. I love you so much.' He kissed me, my body starting to shake underneath him. I wanted to trap this memory forever so I could relive it, if I could... I mewled, my nipples pressing against his coarse chest. My walls clenched around him - I was about to unravel, to come undone underneath him.

'Holy fuck...' he breathed, 'clench around me like that again, please...' I flexed my muscles in an attempt to do so, and even though I wasn't sure it was working, I was doing something right. Olgierd let out a moan, looking me in the eye. 'Can I cum inside you, (Y/n)?' I nodded, 'Yes Olgierd... Fill me, please...'

He let out a groan that set the hairs of my neck stand on end - in a good way - and I came around him intensely. I knitted my brow, letting out a sigh that contained all the pleasure I felt at that moment. Olgierd groaned, letting himself slip out of me as soon as he felt I had ridden my orgasm out. I was sweaty and sticky, but so was he and he didn't mind, pulling my naked body into him. He rolled to the side, burying his face in my neck.

'Please, don't leave me again.' he breathed in my ear, his heart still racing as he pulled me closer to him. My back rested against him, his strong arms wrapped a round me. He wasn't going to let go anytime soon. I let out a sigh, pushing myself away from his embrace. I slipped out of bed, reaching for my clothes. 'Olgierd...' I whispered, 'I am so sorry.'

His gaze flickered from broken to confused. I proceeded to put on my undergarments along with the rest of my clothes. 'What do you mean? Are you leaving?' 'Yes, but I still have unfinished business here...' I said with a wry smile. I walked closer to him, pressing a chaste kiss onto his lips. 'I have no choice. I love you.'

And his warm eyes soon became cold as my blade slipped between his ribs, puncturing his lungs, a hot pool of red staining my hand. He coughed, blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth. I kissed it away as he breathed out deeply, his body becoming limp. Over his lower body, I draped a blanket to shield him from the first poor souls that would find him like this. With one last look over my shoulder, I slipped out of the window.

[pikapeppa]

i just wanted to say how much i love your blog and your writing. honestly, uwma and twbtwg have taken up the majority of my brain. i found your blog after i got a diagnosis for my chronic pain and so reading and living through your fics have made me much happier than i thought a fic would make me. truthfully, it's caused me to spiral back into my witcher 3 bullshit and replay the game... also, i have a huge urge to start writing some shit for the loml lamby-kinz. so thank you <3 take care.

I'm SO SORRY for replying so late to this wonderful, WONDERFUL comment!! I'm so sorry to hear about your chronic pain but I'm genuinely SO honoured that my fics were able to help in any way! And I really hope your diagnosis will help you get the right treatment or management for your pain -- I've got chronic back pain myself and it's no joke... 🙃

WELCOME BACK TO WITCHER 3 BULLSHIT BY THE WAY hahaha!! ❤ I'm also still playing my second playthrough, I just spent like 10 hours getting Geraltie-pooh the highest-level Wolf School gear to protect his fine ass before we go to meet Olgierd 😂And I am 100% cheering you on to write something for Lambykins, OMG YES DO IT. The world needs it!!!

Thank you so so much for this and I'm sorry again for the delayed reply -- wishing you a warm and safe and pain-managed winter!!

For anyone who wants to check out the fics mentioned here: they can be found on AO3 in my Geralt x Reader series, Chamomile & Gwent. 2 fics, >430k words in total, both very smutty. 😂

- tons of love from your friendly neighbourhood Pikapeppa! xoxo

[kinkyfortheyanderes]

To: The bitch who keeps disappearing-hint- Its me

Hey guys!!! Sorry about the absence(again), I have been busy doing work at my internship. Its almost done though so yay! I have spent most of my free time playing games, aka the witcher and let me just say. Also please forgive the dumpster fire that you are about to read.

WHY ISNT THERE MORE WITCHER X READER WORKS?!?!?! 

Every God damn guy in that game is a fucking hunk. I know this isn’t what y’all follow me for but I need to vent and also thank a gift from God-GaunterODimm. This person has made 52 chapters of smut, fluff and angst. Every single chapter has sex in it and if it weren’t for them there would be only 3 Dettlaff x reader stories on AO3. I thank this person so much. Also shout out to every fucking witcher x reader writer on this site, y’all keep my thirst at bay.

Now for the absolute must bang/marry list from the Witcher 3:

SPOILERS

Geralt of Rivia-

You can catch me every night thinking about this hotass man. Dude has got looks in spades, charisma of a wet dog and the sass of an elderly lady. Have I mentioned his voice? Because that is what gravel is made out of. My shit has been flipped 𓀡.

Dettlaff van der Eretein-

Fuck me, I have never felt sadder in my fucking LIFE than when I saw how little work there is on Dettlaff. This mofo is possessive, AS SHIT- example A, B & C, your honor. Also isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. LITERALLY KILLED FOR HIS LOVE. FUCK ME. His voice- hot as all hell, his looks- hotter than hell, his personality- that of an angel. Did I mention he makes toys for kids? Because he does. He makes toys for kids. My ovaries can only handle so much Dettlaff, please I can’t take anymore 𓀿 𓀿 𓀿 .

Olgierd von Everec-

Yo, not only is this guy a red head but he is also a FUCKING ABSOLUTE UNIT. BUFF AS SHIT, TOUGH AS SHIT. Also loves the arts. Dude also got an amazing voice. Can and definitely do see myself marrying it. Honestly, if you haven’t/never will play the games at least look up the guys I am showing here. All class A voices. WAS ALSO WILLING TO DO ANYTHING FOR HIS LOVE. I need my smelling salts. I’m about to faint.

Eskel-

Okay Boo!!! I see you. With your fine ass just working that knife. I don’t know what it is about him but he just makes me wanna get all up in there. Also, he is a sucker when it comes to a women with horns. UGH YES PLEASE.

Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy- AKA Regis-

Okay-okay-OKAY! I know his hairline wack and his face ain’t the prettiest thing you have ever seen but this man. THIS MAN RIGHT HERE. Has a heart of gold. Isn’t that all that matters?(Uh Yes hunty) Also his voice is delightful and I’m never taking that back. 10/10 absolute sweetheart.

Emhyr var Emreis-

THIS MAN AND HIS GODDAM VOICE MELTS ME. AND I WILL STILL SAY PLEASE AND THANK YOU. Also hot damn does he know what he wants and he gets it. MHMMMM YES PLEASE!!!!!!

I don’t know what I am going to do tbh. I might make a witcher blog but I fear I won’t be able to write that well for them. Also I just had to get all this off my chest but you can thank me later for showing you all these perfect 100% all natural HUNKS.

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Olgierd | Beast

Prompt: "I want to just look at you, but at the same time I want to fuck you so hard."

Word count: 2200+ Warnings: Smut, swearing, anal, choking

I had downed at least six mugs of beer, heaving a seventh one to my lips to carefully sip from it. Laughter filled my ears as one of the Wild Ones failed throwing his set of knives into the drawing of a toad prince pinned to one of the pillars. I grinned, watching the man scurry off in embarrassment. Adela's fingers kept raking against my scalp, braiding the (h/c) strands that were laying like a curtain on her legs neatly. 'Really (Y/n), you should shave your hair like we have if you really want to become one of us~' she teased, a toothy grin plastering over her face as she pretended to cut my hair off. 'Really Adela, you dare to chop my beautiful locks and I will slit your throat.' 'I'm only joking, no need to get violent.' I laughed lightly, downing my drink. My head had started spinning from the alcohol, but it was a nice feeling. 'One more.' Ungus poured me another tankard of beer. I made a mental note that this was really, really my final drink. 'All done.' Adela patted on both my shoulders as my hand reached up to feel my braids. 'You look gorgeous.' one of the other girls said. 'Thank you.' I couldn't hold back a blush, so I hid my face behind a lifted cup. As I placed it back on the table, Zorin had pulled out his flute and had started playing a nice tune to lighten the mood. 'Right, lass, the dance floor is yours.' I frowned as everyone looked at me. 'What, me?' 'Of course, (Y/n). Go ahead.'

I stood up, my legs wobbling from the alcohol that had blurred my senses, but I regained my balance quickly. I walked towards the open space in the middle, in front of the sofa where Olgierd had put up his legs, a smirk playing over his lips. I started swaying my hips to the soft melody that came from the flute, but it soon bored me a bit and didn't fit my upcoming giggly mood. 'Come on, give me something more!' One of the Wild Ones took his lute, another his drum and started to quicken the beat, a more rousing sound filling the room. 'That's more like it!' I started to dance around, gaining oohs an aahs from my audience. I swirled around, my tight dress fluttering around me, my movements elegant and perfectly fitting the music. A few had started clapping along, laughing or just gawking at me as if I was a divine being that had just entered their room. The song came to an end, and I bowed for Olgierd, whose smile had only grown, his eyes dark and shimmering. He winked and gestured me to come over to him. I made my way to the couch, sitting down next to him whilst the room kept on playing music, everyone minding their own business again. Olgierd leaned closer, his hot breath hitting my neck as his mouth grazed against my ear, his whispering creating goosebumps on my skin.

'I want to just look at you, but at the same time I want to fuck you so hard.' Just now my eye fell on the massive tent that was visible in his pants, the outlines of his member pressing against the expensive fabric. Between my legs, tension started to grow.

'Then why don't you just take me, then?' I muttered, teasing him by giving him a kiss on the jaw. I felt a tiny push against my back. I got up, grabbing Olgierd's hand, spying around if anyone saw us slip away. We quickly got upstairs, the music fading into the background, and as Olgierd closed the door of his bedroom, it was just us. He turned around the key to keep out any unwanted guests or interrupters, his breathing already heavier than normal. 'By the gods, you fucking beautiful woman!' he spat, spinning around to face me. He came up to me, cupping my cheeks in his calloused hands, rubbing my skin with his thumbs. 'Did you do it on purpose? Turning me on in front of my men?' His breath hit my lips and I tiptoed to kiss him. 'You liked that, didn't you?' I smirked. 'What if I did?' He kissed me for a few brief moments before he pulled back, his fingers tearing the laces that held my dress together. 'You're in for a rough evening, then.' He pushed me backwards upon the bed, crawling over me as hungry, lustful eyes roamed over my body.

He nipped at my neck, now completely peeling the dress off me. I was drenched already, his promises and suddenly change of behaviour from normal to husky had turned me on more than I should admit. I reached up for his garb, ripping it open, which got buttons flying across the room. Olgierd growled against my neck, biting down harshly until he drew blood, making me moan in a hopeless manner. 'Think this attire was cheap, love?' 'Probably my love for you is worth more than this stylish robe. At least, that's what I hope...' He had no comeback at this remark, I could see it in his eyes, but instead of admitting this little defeat, Olgierd buried his head in my neck and attacked the spot of which he broke the skin just moments ago, making me grunt since it hurt a bit, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure that was about to unfold.

I let my fingers rake through the little hairs that were visible on his chest, reach a bit lower until I reached his belt. His bulge rubbed against my thigh every once in a while, driving me insane. I unbuckled it, getting Olgierd to stop licking my neck but instead move to my mouth again, nipping for a few endless seconds before he withdrew himself, his gaze falling to my hands on their journey to free his erection from his straining, painful prison. A sigh of relief left his lips as it finally bobbed up between our sweaty bodies, the loincloth that had been wrapped around his waist falling to the bed. I pushed his garment off his shoulders completely now, leaving us both naked apart from my panties. Olgierd dipped his head down, sucking on one breast without warning my hardening nipple it was about to be touched. I let out a lewd mutter, lacing a hand in his ginger locks. He slowly bit down, nibbling on the sensitive bud as one of his hands pushed aside my panties, teasing my core by gathering juices on it. He swiped across the sensitive folds before bringing his fingers up to his mouth, sucking it off.

'My little lady wants it rough, she fucking gets it rough.' I sharply inhaled when he suddenly pushed me backwards, his right hand wrapping around my throat. I could feel my own juices and Olgierd's saliva on them as his rings scraped against my skin. I tried to swallow as he parted my labia with the tip of his cock, slithering himself in between swiftly. As he completely entered me, I felt him throb already. Without a warning, he started to thrust like crazy, not wasting any opportunity to fuck me senseless. He squeezed my neck, blocking the flow of oxygen that now couldn't reach my lungs. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the pleasure instead of drawing air. Olgierd sped up, his thrusts sloppy, uneven and erotic as his scrotum slapped against my butt with each time he rammed himself in. I made a mewling sound, my hands clawing at his that was holding me in a choking position. He growled, fucking me harder and harder. My clit had started to grow restless, so I managed to get a few of my fingers to play with the bud of nerves, but Olgierd grabbed my wrist, forcing me to not touch myself. I let out a whimper, my stomach almost exploding as I looked at his face, his eyes wild and dark with lust.

My walls had wrapped themselves around his penis sooner than I thought and every few thrusts the head of it brushed against my g-spot, making me desperate for oxygen all the more. I felt like my face was becoming blue already, gasping for fruitless attempts for air. Liquids ran down my thighs, staining the duvet. I was close to both orgasming and choking. I tried to moan, but Olgierd's grip was so firm that I only let out a squeak.

As my high washed over me, excitement seeping out of my vagina, Olgierd released my throat. I gasped, inhaling deeply before I caressed my sore skin with my fingers. My legs quivered, still not over the orgasm that I had received, yet Olgierd was still pumping himself in and out of me. His cock was oozing cum already, covering my insides. All of a sudden, he pulled out, not allowing himself to finish first. 'Turn over.' He commanded. I frowned. 'Turn. Over.' I hesitantly laid onto my stomach and I could almost hear him roll his eyes. 'On your hands and knees, (Y/n). How am I supposed to fuck you when you are laying like that?' I did as he said, propping myself on my elbows. I felt his hands on my buttocks, parting them slightly before I moaned as he latched his tongue onto my asshole. One of his thumbs massaged my clit while he ate my ass, lubing it up for whatever his plan was. But of course, I knew what his plan was. I chewed on my lip, closing my eyes as a trail of his saliva ran down my ass. 'You know, the lube is right there.' I teased. 'Plough that lube. I will do just fine.' I buried my head in my pillow as he licked a few more times before positioning himself, his hands firmly on my hips.

I braced myself, for I knew what was to come. Anal sex with Olgierd would fucking hurt. Not a little, it would burn before it would turn into bliss. I bit down on my lip as the head of his cock slid into me. I heard him pump his cock with his hand a few times before he pushed himself in some more as tears sprang to my eyes. He dragged a few fingers across my wet slit, lubing up my butthole some more. A sob left me as I let out a pained grunt. He was huge, especially now he was close to his release. Throbbing veins made it all the more difficult to properly insert himself. A squeal escaped me when he managed to fully insert himself, not letting me adjust to any of this. He roughly gathered my so nicely braided hair in a ponytail, taking it in one hand, tugging at it firmly as he started to fuck me again without mercy. His free hand spanked me every few moments, making the pain even more unbearable. Tears ran down my cheeks, but I didn't tell him to stop. The pain would ease.

Indeed, after a minute the hurt became bliss, and Olgierd started to moan louder as I moved into him with every few thrusts. 'Fuck, (Y/n), like that!' His grip on my (h/c) strands tightened. I was massaging my own clit in circles, teasing the bud while Olgierd started to go to his state of cumming. His member was about to explode, I felt that it had started to grow wetter and wetter inside me. Hot seed spilled from his tip, filling me. He released my locks, parting my buttocks as he pulled out, letting out uneven groans as he watched his sperm leak from my asshole. I collapsed on my stomach onto the bed, too tired to hold myself up. I knew he was smirking even though I didn't face him. He leaned down, kissing my shoulderblades a few times before he whispered in my ear.

'We should go back to the party.' 'You just wrecked me from both sides, Olgierd. You're a fucking beast in bed.' 'I know. But if they ask why you're walking weird, just say that my cock did that to you.'

I let out a light giggle, my eyes closed as my head rested against my pillow. 'Lay down with me. I don't think I can walk.' 'I'll carry you.' Olgierd lifted himself off me, stepping away from the bed to dress up again. I turned on my back, facing him. His eyes lingered over my body as a confident smirk covered his scar-covered face.

'You act as if you want them to know how hard you fucked me.' 'What if that is exactly what I want them to know?'

I blushed, swinging myself out of bed as well. I wrapped my arms around his naked form, resting my head against his chest. 'Okay. I'll come with you.'

We put on our clothes again, making ourselves look presentable again before returning downstairs. All eyes were on us when we entered. I acted as if nothing happened, took my mug of beer again and sat down next to Adela. She gasped loudly. 'What did you do to your beautiful braids?' I gave her an apologetic look. 'And... Is that a handprint on your throat?!'

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Olgierd | Flower Girl

Prompt: "Sorry that I keep staring, but you're just so beautiful."

Word count: 2600+ Warnings: Smut, swearing

I yelped as the skin of my finger scraped against a prickly thorn on the rose I was holding, crimson liquid appearing at the tip. I sucked it off, the coppery taste filling my mouth. Carefully now, I put the flower between the other roses, finishing setting up my entire flower stand. I had been working for hours already without a break, and I was starving. 'Tamara, would you mind looking after my stall whilst I go to the baker to fetch something to eat?' I asked the neighboring stand, which was selling fabrics. 'Of course, but only if you bring me something as well!' the young lady answered with a wink. I laughed, nodding. 'No problem, what would you like?' She pushed a strand from her black hair behind her ear. 'I trust on your picking skills. Choose something sweet and it will always be good.' 'Got it, boss.' I cooed before dashing off towards the local bakery. The scent of fresh bread filled my nose as I entered. 'Goodmorning, Mr Olson!' I greeted the baker, who was smiling at me instantly. 'Ah, miss (L/n)! What may I get you today?' I made my way towards the counter and let my eyes roam over the showcase of sweet and savory treats. 'All is fresh from the oven, so you're in luck!' Mr Olson told me as I bit on my lip, my mouth starting to water. 'I would like... A cinnamon roll and a few scones, please.' I heard the door behind me open, but I didn't mind looking up. Mr Olson was a popular man in town when it came to baking, so I wasn't surprised that on this early hour someone would get something to eat as well. 'Coming right up. Tell me, how is business going?' the baker asked me as he took a little bag to put in the food. 'Very well, actually. However, the import of purple roses from Carsten hasn't been going well lately. I heard they are coping with some kind of virus underneath the plants there. A shame, but everything dies. I got not a tenth of what I usually get from there.' Mr Olson smiled wryly, handing me the bag. 'I hope you'll get a substitute for those flowers soon. It would be a shame if you would become bankrupt just because of this small incident.' 'Thank you, Mr Olson. How much do I owe you?' He seemed to count in his head for a moment. 'Five coppers.' I reached for my belt to take my purse, only to find it... Gone. 'Oh blimey! I've left it at my stall, I think! I will get it, can you keep this bag behind for me to get later?' Mr Olson nodded. 'Of course, (Y/n), I will--' We were startled by a man slamming a handful of coins onto the counter. 'I will pay for the lady.' I blinked a few times, utterly confused. I eyed the man that had been standing behind me, probably the customer that had come in after me. He seemed rough, scars running across his face. One side of his head was shaven, the other side flipped over. It was an odd way to put your hair, I thought. However, I felt my heart skip a beat when he faced me, blue eyes piercing through my soul. I swallowed thickly. 'W-Why?' I didn't know why I was stuttering, but it just happened. He smiled, which made me weak at the knees instantly. 'What a terrible man I would be to leave someone as pretty as you leave with no food.' 'But you don't know me.' He slightly tilted his head, staring at me with an intense gaze. 'I would like to know you...' I was about to respond that I could take care of myself just fine when Mr Olson spoke up. 'What a noble man you are, mister Von Everec! Miss (L/n) could praise herself lucky to walk into a man like you.' The man, who I figured to be Mr Von Everec, chuckled, the sound of it strangely making something stir within me. 'Could she, Bram?' He gave me a toothy grin before winking. 'Now, take your food before it cools off. Good luck today at your market stall, miss (L/n).' Mr Olson urged, winking. I nodded, greeting the men quickly before rushing off.

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I didn't crack a word of this to Tamara, of course. We were friends, yes, but not too close to have her knowing all the things that happened to me on a daily basis. However, she was happy with me bringing her a cinnamon roll. The day went on slowly, the flowers I had barely selling. Everyone always came here to get purple roses, however, today I didn't have any and I had to disappoint them with a no. A heavy sigh left my lips when it was nearly sundown, my stall still covered in flowers of all kinds and colors. Tamara however was almost sold out, with just three pieces of silk left. 'Hey there, you alright?' she uttered when she saw me. I nodded, lying, rubbing my forehead. How was I supposed to pay my rent now? Yet, I could still be lucky tonight. The market wouldn't wrap up until sundown, and that gave me a single spark of hope.

However, when my eye fell on a rather familiar man, my throat became dry. I felt the heat raise to my cheeks as he saw that I had noticed him. How long had he been standing there? A wide grin spread over his face as he slowly approached me, his hands folded on his back. 'Sorry that I keep staring, but you're just so beautiful.' This compliment made me flustered all the more. Nervously, I fiddled with a flower petal that had been lying in front of me on top of the wood of the stall. 'Mr Von Everec, can I help you?' 'Ah, miss (L/n), what a lovely flowers do you have.' I blushed, looking at my feet. 'Thanks, uh...' He held out his hand. Hesitantly, I took it, surprised by how warm his skin against mine was. 'Olgierd.' 'Olgierd.' rolled off my tongue like butter. 'Can I help you, sir Olgierd?' a charming smile tugged at the corner of his lips. 'Hm, in a way. But I can help you. I brought you a little present.' I blinked. 'Again? But we've just met!' Without responding, he clapped his hands. From behind the corner, three men walked up, their arms stacked with... Purple roses, and not just a few. I gasped, shaking my head. 'Sir, I cannot take that! Why would you do something like that for me?' The men put the flowers onto the table from my stall, piling them up until I couldn't even see the market anymore. The petals of the roses were gorgeous, detailed with dark edges and taken care of perfectly. I felt a presence next to me and I knew that Olgierd was standing there. 'Why?' I asked him, my voice trembling. 'No one has ever been this nice to me.' He smiled, leaning closer. One of his hands cupped my face, his thumb rubbing against my cheek. He was wearing a lot of rings, and I just noticed that now. 'What a terrible man I would be to let a lady as beautiful as you go bankrupt?' I swallowed, shaking my head. 'Sir, there is no way that I ever can repay you.' He smiled kindly, taking my other cheek in his hand as well. 'You don't have to.' My eyes locked with his, and I saw something that I had never seen in the eyes of a man before. My lips slightly parted as a silent gasp left me. I think this was the moment my nan always told me about when she spoke about true love. You meet, you look each other in the eyes and the spark would ignite. This was the man who I wanted to be with. This was the man who was supposed to be with me.

Carefully, I stood on my tiptoes, pressing my mouth onto his. I eagerly awaited for a response, almost about to pull back, but I felt his arms wrap around me to pull me closer. His lips moved against mine, fitting together perfectly. I reached up to run a hand through his hair, which was surprisingly soft. I melted into the kiss, my eyes tightly shut as a million butterflies fluttered within me, and something else, something I could not put a finger on. I gasped as I felt his hands slide lower to my waist, resting on my hips. This opportunity did he take to slip in his tongue, which felt hot as it rubbed against mine. The whiskers of his beard slightly tickled, but it was a good kind of feeling. There was no fight possible for dominance, for this man was oh-so-dominant already, leading the kiss completely, deepening it even though it had been started by me. I did never have the urge before to kiss someone I had just met until now. He had to be the one, no doubt.

I pulled back for air, my hands resting on his chest. He smiled sweetly, his eyes shimmering. 'Well, that was unexpected.' he uttered, leaning in to kiss my forehead. 'You're a very peculiar girl, (Y/n)... But I feel that you're special.' My cheeks were a bright shade of red. 'It isn't often that I kiss men I have just met...' 'You've known many? I wouldn't be surprised, though. You're so breathtaking... When I saw those (e/c) eyes of yours, I knew you were the one.' I shyly looked at my feet again, rubbing my neck awkwardly. 'Mr Von Everec, is it strange when I say that I immediately felt butterflies in my stomach when you kissed me?' Olgierd smirked, shaking his head. 'Of course not. I felt the same. Shit, your lips taste so good.' For a few seconds, he kissed me again. 'I also felt something else.' I confessed, looking up at him. 'What else?' he asked, leaning even closer to rest his forehead against mine. 'Something... Intimate.' It felt odd to think about such things whilst I had met him mere hours ago, but it was there and I couldn't deny my own feelings. 'Oh... You were not the only one feeling that way, (Y/n).' I gasped sharply as his hands rested on my hips, pulling me closer. 'But tell me... Do you want to...'

I closed the gap between us yet again, my hands wandering to loosen his shirt. He grunted immediately, his tongue darting through my mouth, tasting every crevice and cranny of it to remember the flavor. A little patch of chest hair became visible and I ran my fingers through it, making the man shudder. 'A touch so soft...' he whispered, ravishing my mouth yet again. He tilted his head to get better access, pushing some of my (h/c) hair aside. I leaned my face away to expose the skin of my neck, his lips trailing hot kisses over it. 'A smell so delicious...' he uttered in my ear, drawing his tongue under it before sucking on my skin. I tangled my hands in his ginger locks, tugging at them as he searched for my soft spot. I let out a whimper when he found it, a dark chuckle escaping his throat before he started to nibble on it, driving me insane. No other man had ever treated me like this. Of course, I have had boyfriends, but this was so much more intense already. I felt a careful push against my hips and I sat down on my stall, happy that the pile of roses took the sight of us away from any onlookers that happened to stray around the market. Olgierd's fingers hooked around my skirt, pulling it down in a swift movement. 'Do you want this, (Y/n)?' I nodded slowly, waiting for him to continue. 'Oddly enough, I have never been so sure about anything before.' I told him, shivering at the feeling of the outside air on my skin. I felt the warmth pool even more between my legs as he knelt down, pressing a few kisses on the (s/c) skin of my thighs. 'You're so ready...' he grunted, smiling at me with that piercing gaze. I bit on my lip as his breath hovered over my covered core. Carefully, I started to fondle my own breasts through my shirt, trying to pinch the hardening nipples through the fabric at the feel of Olgierd's hands resting on the back of my thighs. 'Are you really sure?' I nodded again, wanting for him to just go on. He gave a gentle kiss onto my panties, making me let out a whimper. Before continuing, he took it off me, holding it out towards me. 'Put this in your mouth to muffle yourself, love.' I could taste myself as I obeyed him, putting the thin underwear between my teeth to muffle myself.

I let out a groan as his tongue moved up against my slit, my labia folding over the wet muscle, a white-ish layer of my excitement covering it. He swallowed, closing his eyes to process the taste. 'Hm... Something I could become addicted to.' I bit down onto the fabric harshly as his tongue slithered into me, curling as he was inside, making my toes tingle. His nose nudged my swollen clitoris, his lips caressing me gently. 'Olgierd...' I mewled as he licked across my clit, drawing circles around it without touching it for real. I bucked my hips into his face, moaning as he hummed lowly, sending vibrations down my spine. I shivered, starting to grind myself against his face, his nose and tongue brushing my clit every few moments. I wanted him to eat me out until it hurt or until I came. I gasped, my chest rising up and down heavily as the wet muscle became hotter and hotter against me. Olgierd's hands squeezing my butt as I lifted my hips. 'Olgierd...' I breathed again, putting my hands on my breasts as I let out tiny cries of pleasure. He put his palms on my hips, pushing me down to stop me from riding his face. His moustache made it all the more pleasurable, the way it rubbed against my pussy driving me crazy. Suddenly, he firmly sucked down, taking my entire womanhood in his mouth, drawing all that was possible from it. I moaned, since all nerves were pleasured at once. The pit in my stomach was about to explode if he went on like this. He inserted one finger and started wiggling it up and down, hitting my g-spot. I let out a soundless scream as I started to cum all over his fingers, my juices squirting out till no end. 'Well well, surprising!' Olgierd smiled, licking off the remains with his hot tongue. I shuddered, still coming down from my high.

'That was incredible...' I uttered, trying to stand up. However, my knees were too wobbly right now to keep me up. 'I am already addicted to you, you know that...' Olgierd said, kissing me. I could taste myself on his lips. I shivered, still trying to catch my breath. 'I must go, now. But I would love to see you again. What do you say, tomorrow, same place, same time, with a pile of purple roses?' I smiled, nodding. 'Yes, a thousand times, yes.' He buttoned up his shirt and I put on my panties again, still trembling from the intensity of the orgasm. As I watched him leave with a wink, I smiled from ear to ear. I couldn't wait until tomorrow.

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Gaunter & Olgierd | Innocence Lost

(I couldn’t find any GIFs of Gaunter and Olgierd together. So I picked this one - Olgierd is kind of in this picture too :,))

Prompt: “Thing is, I might not be the only one that loves you.” Word count: 3600+ Warnings: Smut, swearing, threesome

The air was cold as I knocked upon the door of the Von Everec Estate, causing me to shiver. Patiently I awaited it to open, music emerging from the other side. With creaking hinges it opened for me, a lady that I'd seen before standing in the door frame. 'Whaddaya want?' I clenched the basket with wine bottles tighter into my hands. 'Mister von Everec summoned me.' 'Let her in, Adela.' I swallowed at the sound of the voice of Olgierd von Everec. I had always found the man intimidating, yet he asked to see me every now and then. Claimed I was the best sommelier in all of the continent, even though I did inherit the vineyard from my father and did nothing of the wine-making myself. Hesitantly, I stepped inside, feeling the warmth of the room come towards me immediately. Some sort of party was going on, like often, and Olgierd gestured me to follow him upstairs, his bedroom, the only place in the Estate where we could find a moment of peace.

'I brought a well-aged bottle of Signon, one bottle of fairly young Kalcava Rouge which has a fruity after taste and a robust Gugulet.' Olgierd sat down at his desk, eyeing me with interest. 'All self-produced?' ' As usual.' I placed the basket in front of him, making him reach out and inspect the contents.

'You're a sweet girl, (Y/n).' Olgierd spoke, smiling sincerely as he took two cups from the drawer, pouring both of us a bit of Signon. I blushed a bit, bowing my head. 'Tell me, how's Geralt? Still a regular customer?' 'Naturally.' The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. My gaze involuntary wandered over the scar on the side of his head.

The redhead handed me one of the goblets, clinking his against it before taking a swig. His eyelids fluttered shut and he hummed lowly, letting the taste spread through his mouth. 'What do you think of it, sir?' He looked at me bemused. 'It's perfect. Just like you.' My cheeks were set aflame. 'You flatter me, sir.' I spoke softly, letting my gaze fall to the floor. A chuckle filled the room as the man stood up, placing the cup down. 'How much will it cost me?' I smiled a bit at his question. 'Ah, we could do thirty for each bottle.' I gazed down to take my coin pouch from my belt, opening it so I could receive the pay.

Moving to stand in front of me, I felt his hand upon my cheek, thumb grazing my jaw. I looked up with a bewildered expression, not sure what he was doing. 'I am so glad you could come over. That party downstairs had started to become a bore.' 'M-Mister von Everec, I-I think I should leave.' I already reached for my basket, but he took my wrist gently. 'You're a beautiful girl, (Y/n)...' 'Sir, I need to attend business. If there's anything else you need, you know where to find me.' My voice nearly broke as I tried to free my arm, yet it was to no avail. 'Shut up.' Olgierd murmured, leaning down to press his mouth against mine. There I stood for a few moments, completely frozen. I didn't move, eyes wide open as I was completely surrendered to his graces. After a second or ten, he pulled back, resting his forehead against mine. 'Hm, just as I imagined they would taste like. Forgive me for being so bold.'

I blinked a confusedly, stopping my attempts to run. Something inside me said that I in fact could not run anymore. 'Sir, I don't know what you see in me, but I am just a girl from a viney--...' 'It's Olgierd, I told you many times. And no, you're not some ordinary girl to me. Ever since I met you whilst you were helping alongside Geralt, fulfilling those wishes, I realized something.' I felt my breath hitch in my throat as his gaze flickered to my lips.

'I have fallen for you.' 'What about your wife?' I instantly asked without thinking twice. 'She has been long gone, you know that. I need to move on. Fuck, I am lonely.' I tore myself from mhis grip, trying to process what has happened. 'Is this a confession?' Olgierd gave me a grin, brow furrowing. 'Perhaps it is.' he muttered, straightening his back.

'Thing is, I might be not the only one that loves you.' I frowned, looking at Olgierd with a confused face. 'Someone else that was part of this pact has taken a rather... Particular interest in you as well.' From behind one of the pillars, I saw him emerge, hands folded in front of him, that one devilish smirk on his face. My stomach fluttered oddly as I looked at both men. 'Hello, (Y/n).' Gaunter mused, smiling.

'I don't know what you mean with that, Olgierd. What possible interest could this man have in me?' I asked, not greeting back the balding man in front of me. 'Oh, don't act so innocent, dear (Y/n).' Gaunter sighed, reaching out to stroke my cheek softly. 'Look at her.' Olgierd cooed, letting out a light laugh, 'She looks so adorable with those big doe eyes.'

I took a step back, shaking my head. 'Please, gentlemen, I don't know why you wanted me here and why you both are acting like I am some kind of goddess, which I am clearly not!' Gaunter chuckled darkly. 'Guess she is more innocent than we expected.' 'What do you mean for heavens sake?' I cried out, running my hands through my (h/c) hair frustrated. 'What we mean, sweet (Y/n)...' Olgierd said, striding around me, halting behind my back. I jumped as I felt a pair of hands on my hips, pulling me closer. I gasped as I bumped into Olgierd's chest, a hard bulge pressing against my butt. 'That we both... want... you. We're just going to share.'

He brushed a strand of hair from my neck, kissing the skin lightly. I shivered, my palms resting on his forearms. I watched as Gaunter took my chin in his large hand, tugging down my bottom lip with his thumb. 'For how long I have imagined slipping my cock into that warm little mouth of yours...' Before I could respond, he leaned in, kissing me for a second. There I stood, absolutely baffled as he pulled back. 'Such beauty...' Olgierd chuckled. 'Look at her face, isn't she lovely?' 'Tell me something, Olgierd von Everec. We are in luck that (Y/n) has two holes. Three, if you count the mouth.'

I felt a hand on my ass, pulling up my skirt. A yelp left me before Olgierd pressed his face into my hair. 'Hush, (Y/n). It is all good now.' 'We are going to give you a good time, trust us.' Gaunter muttered, studying my face with darkened eyes. I felt that Olgierd pushed aside my panties, prodding a long, ringed finger against my rosy folds. I couldn't suppress a moan and my knees immediately gave up underneath me from the sudden, unexpected friction. I wanted to fight, but I couldn't. 'We have her bucking already.' Olgierd laughed, crouching down to help me up.

'No, hold her that way.' Gaunter said, smirking as he unzipped his pants. From his loincloth, he took his manhood, that was standing up straight and proudly. 'I have a little treat for you, (Y/n). Want to have a taste?' I swallowed thickly, looking at his length, that was erect and glistening with pre-cum. My stomach tightened, in a good way. Somehow, the Man of Glass had noticed the change in my expression, for he chuckled. 'Oh, see that? You like that, don't you?' He stroked himself a few times, a lewd sound coming from the friction. I couldn't fight the instinct that I had to run anymore, I had to give in. With a sound, I took his shaft between my lips, sucking on it firmly. 'Oh, fuck. Yes, (Y/n)...'

Slowly, I started to bob my head up and down, taking in his full length until the base, gagging as the tip hit the back of my throat. Olgierd had slipped his finger into me as he sat crouched down next to my trembling being, pumping his finger up and down in an agonizingly slow way. I closed my eyes, humming lowly as Von Everec's ragged breath was heavy in my ears. 'Such a delicious little slut...' he sighed, his free hand running through my hair as Gaunter was grunting and panting, fucking my face by moving his hips. My eyes watered as I lacked oxygen, desperately attempting to inhale some air in between Gaunter's thrusts, yet he only seemed to speed up.

My hand pressed against his hip, wanting to push him away, yet his hand clawed into my hair, keeping me in place. Snot and tears ran down my face as the Man of Glass kept on rolling his pelvis into me, my jaws hurting as my nose became irritated by the patch of pubic hair that brushed my nose with every pound. For a moment I really thought I would pass out, but then Gaunter removed his length from the depths of my throat, making me gasp and nearly topple over for air. Strings of saliva still connected me to his member as his eyes gazed at me intensely, a smirk on his face. 'For someone as innocent as her, she sucks cock pretty well.' He grabbed the bottom of my dress, pulling it up a bit so I could wipe my face dry. Olgierd let out a chuckle as he removed his fingers from me and I winced at the feeling of it. His skin glistened with my arousal, and fuck, I hated it that I felt aroused. A pang of guilt went through me as I imagined the disappointment from my mother who was looking down at me right now from above. It was almost as if I could see her shaking her head. (Y/n), I didn't raise you like this. You're one of them whores at the Passiflora. You are not my daughter anymore.  

I barely had the chance to regain my lost minutes of oxygen as Gaunter pulled me up to my feet, legs trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. 'Look at that, what a fucking mess... Imagine what she will look like after we're done with her.' The leader of the Wild Ones circled me, hand on my waist, roaming up to the neckline of my dress. I closed my eyes, not daring to meet his intense gaze. With a swift movement, he ripped off the fabric until my breasts were popping out. Shamefully hard were my nipples at that moment, making Olgierd smirk.

'Delicious, like ripe cherries begging to be eaten.' Olgierd took my left breast, starting to suck on it firmly. Now the right side was still exposed, Gaunter latched his mouth until the other, teeth grazing against the tout bud. I lightly moaned, blushing as they looked at me with amused glances, my hands both resting on the back of their heads. I bit my lip as their tongues continued to play with me, soft sounds leaving my throat as they seemed to enjoy it a lot. Suddenly I felt a hand graze against my thigh, I wasn't sure to which one of the men it belonged until I felt a few rings on the fingers, implying that it was in fact the leader of the Wild Ones that was slowly starting to remove my knickers, plunging a finger into me yet again.

I gasped, letting out a small moan as Gaunter let my nipple go with a pop, standing up straight to kiss me. I closed my eyes, enjoying how much warmth came from this man, demon, djinn, I didn't even know what he was, but hell, I was sure what he was doing to me. Feeling a push against my pelvis, I stepped back until I hit the side of the large bed that was located in the room. I sat down, still not wanting Gaunter to break the kiss. Olgierd pushed up my legs, removing my underwear expertly. 'She's soaked...' He dragged his fingers across my folds and I moaned into Gaunter's mouth, his tongue massaging mine for a few seconds before pulling back and facing what Olgierd had just revealed.

'Bloody hell.' the balding man hissed. 'She looks so tight, I am not sure she could fit the both of us up that cunt.' 'She is moist, though. Dripping... I can't wait to fuck that tight pussy.' Olgierd mumbled. Gaunter smirked. 'Let me go first, you really should feel how her blowjobs are.'

Being pushed onto the bed I was, Gaunter grabbing a hold of my thighs. He pulled them over his hips, the shaft of his throbbing cock aligning with my entrance. He didn't push in just yet, only stroked teasingly across the rosy labia which were burning with anticipation. I had sex before, but I was terrified of what he would feel like inside me. I might've imagined having sex with this man once or twice, for could you blame me for being turned on by his intimidating and authoritative nature, but I never dared to dream that it would really be happening one day. As I looked to the side, I saw Olgierd strip down, his manhood standing up straight as well. He moved to crawl onto the bed and straddled my face, inserting his cock into my mouth.

'So warm...' I let out a moan as Gaunter guided himself into me, walls immediately tightening around him. 'Is she still a virgin? Her cunt is so fucking tight...' he muttered, not giving me the chance to adjust to his size. He didn't waste any time and began pounding into me relentlessly and I moaned out loud, thankful that the music downstairs was still going on fine. Olgierd started to roll his hips as well, grunting as he fucked my face. Yet again my eyes began to water. His scrotum hit my chin uncomfortably and his weight felt heavy on me, veins throbbing against my tongue. 'Fuck, (Y/n), just like that.' he hissed, grabbing my hair tightly, almost restraining me from breathing properly. Tears ran down my face and I resisted the urge to gag as he slid in his length way deeper than I expected him to. And the feeling between my legs combined with this... I cursed myself for enjoying this.

Gaunter rested his hand on my hip, pulling me closer, causing Olgierd to nearly topple over me. The redhead let out a chuckle, re-positioning himself before continuing the pace that he had before. The back of my throat was sore already. Moans were unable to escape me, even though the feeling of the Man of Glass pounding me had me trembling and gasping for more. I placed a hand on Olgierd's abdomen, pushing gently to make him shift. For a moment, his gaze flickered worriedly over my face, scanning for any sign of pain or regret. He pulled himself out of my mouth and I gasped, arching my back the second he let his body slip from mine. I gasped for both oxygen and more of the feeling of Gaunter fastening his thrusts. I shuddered, freely letting out the whines that I could let out now.

'Make some room.' Olgierd ordered, causing Gaunter to let himself slip out of me. I winced at the removal and felt cold immediately. '(Y/n), stand up please.' Olgierd instructed and I did as he said, arising with weak knees. Gaunter laid down on the bed, jerking off his length a few times before beckoning me to come sit on his lap, facing him. I obeyed once again, straddling his legs as I slowly eased myself down onto him. Gaunter hissed as he slid in completely, the sound of my glistening skin pressing against his making me eager for more. Behind me, I felt Olgierd get onto the bed, a pair of strong hands taking a hold of my hips. 'This might hurt a bit.' he warned, pressing a kiss against the small of my back before carefully spreading my ass, letting a string of his saliva lube up the entrance. He leaned down a moment, letting his tongue glide against it. I let out a moan, biting on my lip. I was taken aback by how lewd it sounded.

Gaunter smiled, brushing a hair of (h/c) from my face. 'Fuck, if you just keep looking like that I might orgasm right away.' he whispered, his hand cupping my cheek. I shut my eyes tightly as I felt Olgierd pressing the tip of his penis into my ass, a searing pain shooting through my body. 'Calm down, (Y/n). It will ease.' Gaunter muttered, leaning up to kiss me softly. I was surprised by how gently he caressed me right now, whilst Olgierd filled me from behind inch by inch.

When I had adjusted completely to his full size, he leaned down. 'Are you alright, (Y/n)?' I nodded, smiling softly as Gaunter started moving his hips into me. The same feeling as before caused my stomach to clench together immediately, but an orgasm was not there just yet. I threw back my head, moaning loudly. The feeling of both men doing this to me filled me with a desire I had never felt before. Something in this moment told me that this would not be the only time this would happen. I was positive that another meeting would be arranged shortly after this session.

Gaunter sucked on one of my nipples, his hands holding my body in place as he fucked me with a rough pace, his sweaty skin on mine making a lewd sound. His eyes were darker than ever, my entire being trembling with anticipation at the sight of him. The feeling of Olgierd's balls slapping against my butt with each thrust made it even better; Even though it had been slightly painful at first, I had gotten used to it within the minute and I liked it more than was acceptable to admit.

I felt my walls tighten, the familiar feeling of an orgasm building up between my legs and in my belly. I simply forgot how to breathe, the entire sensation of the two men pounding into me at a immense rate making me light in the head. The sounds of their groans and grunts resonated through my skull, making me a bit drowsy. 'Fuck, shit, fuck.' Gaunter suddenly uttered, his hands tightening around my waist. 'I am going to cum so hard...'

As a warm load suddenly filled me, I sighed deeply, making sure that I was in fact not collapsing on top of him. After a few thrusts his high finished and he removed his now-limp length from me, only to replace it with his fingers. He rammed them into me at the same pace Olgierd was stimulating me from behind. Said man had tightened his fingers on my hips, moving them to my ass to squeeze it firmly. 'There we go...' he grunted, thrusting into me one more final time before releasing his load into my depths. Gaunter kept fingering me as my entire body felt warm and on the verge of a climax. As his finger grazed against my g-spot, he pushed me over the edge.

My eyes rolled back into my skull and I moaned loudly, squirting all over Gaunter's naked body and the bed. 'That is one hell of a mess.' Olgierd laughed aloud, letting himself slip out of me. Even though the removal was painful, my high was still going on. My body finally gave up and I let myself collapse, still needy for air and more stimulation. Olgierd brushed his hand against my clitoris for a few moments until both men were sure that my orgasm was finally over. Even though I hadn't caught up to the lost amount of oxygen yet, Gaunter pressed a kiss to my lips.

'Lovely.' he mumbled, gently pushing me off him before standing up. 'Luckily for you Olgierd, you have a few servants that can clean up that... Soaked mess of a blanket.' Olgierd laughed as he stood next to Gaunter, both of them turning to me to admire me, a panting, heavily sweaty mess.

'Next week we will be in need of some more Signon again, (Y/n).' Olgierd spoke, smiling a bit. Gaunter hummed, reaching for his underwear. 'Good to know, I might just drop by.' the near-bald man spoke. I brushed some hair from my face, looking at them. 'Next week you say? You sure didn't mean in two days?' I gave the redhead a smirk. A loud chuckle came from him as his gaze flickered over my naked form. 'You might just be right. I should return downstairs now. People are probably asking where the man of the house went.' I watched them both dress, not saying a word, nor did I move, for my body felt too weak and sore to get into action at the moment. Gaunter was the first man to finish putting on his clothes, walking over and leaning down to kiss me for a moment. 'See you next week... Or in two days.' No answer left my lips, I simply stared at him as he vanished in thin air. Olgierd finished as well, striding over to me, pressing his lips to my forehead. 'You are invited to come downstairs, though I doubt it you can walk right now.' I bit on my bottom lip, watching as he walked towards the door, a slight limp in his step. Leaving me behind, he went back to the party. I finally came to my senses now that I was alone and cooled down, realizing that I was not the pure farm girl that I once was. Even though it might mean earning the disapproval of my mother looking at me from above, it would be worth coming back here time and time again.

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Hellimagines Masterlist

*=smut x=romantic pairing &=platonic/family pairing

American Horror Story

Bowers Gang (IT 2017)

Outer Banks

Stranger Things

Teen Wolf

Celebrities

Dacre Montgomery

Drabbles

The View

--dacre montgomery x fem!reader ✦ summary: it’s the morning after a night spent with your boyfriend, and you can’t help but to admire the view. ✦ warnings: mentions of past sex, fluff ✦ word count: drabble, 900+

DC Universe

Jason Todd / Red Hood

Series

Sunbird | Part Two

--jason todd x joker’s daughter!reader ✦ summary: your father kills your love, robin, in front of you as revenge for your betrayal, only for you to run across him years later as the red hood. ✦ warnings: torture, death, violence, injuries, angst, hurt no comfort, bad parents, emo bruce wayne ✦ word count: 6,000+

Deadly Class

Billy Bennett

One Shots

Everything and More

--billy bennett x fem!reader ✦ summary: after sustaining an injury during combat class, you decide to express your feelings to billy. ✦ warnings: accidental injuries ✦ word count: 1,000+

Misfits

Nathan Young

One Shots

Please, Don’t Take it Back

--best friend!nathan young x fem!reader ✦ summary: after another altercation with your boyfriend, nathan discovers the truth. ✦ warnings: domestic abuse, injuries, fighting, angst, hurt&comfort ✦ word count: 2,000+

Motley Crue / The Dirt

Nikki Sixx

One Shots

Journey

--best friend!nikki sixx & fem!reader ✦ summary: you help nikki through  one of his hazy comedowns. ✦ warnings: drug use, angst, hurt&comfort ✦ word count: 1,000+

My Hero Academia

Dabi

One Shots

Burning Heart

--dabi x gn!reader ✦ summary: you tend to dabi’s wounds after a vicious battle against overhaul, and words are exchanged. ✦ warnings: injuries, burn scars, wounds, i haven’t taken a single med class in my life ✦ word count: 3,000+

Supernatural

Jack Kline

Headcanons

Being Bestfriends with Jack Kline

Witcher

Dettlaff van der Eretein

One Shots

Scared to Love You

--best friend!dettlaff x fem!reader ✦ summary: you and dettlaff have an argument about rhenawedd’s true identity, and dettlaff lashes out at you. ✦ warnings: fighting, arguments, angst, hurt&comfort, fluff ✦ word count: 1,000+

Olgierd von Everec

Drabbles

Eyes of a Cat

--olgierd x fem!reader ✦ summary: olgierd has discovered a love for poetry after regaining his soul, and during a moment of lost inspiration, he finds you. ✦ warnings: fluff ✦ word count: drabble, 800+

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If you would do something with olgierd x reader after he keeps his soul thatd be great! I dont see a lot of fic with him and theres potential

You got it babe! I love Olgierd and I’m happy about the requests I’ve received for him💞