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Let me heal you | Geralt of rivia x fem!reader

summary: He's a witcher and you're a healer, somehow your paths cross and you want to help him healing his wounds, but he'll let you do it?

warnings: Swearing, mention of blood, injuries.

a/n: I suck writing fight scenes, sorry:(

based on the tv show! and let me know if i missed a warning :]

You are a healer and you have been traveling alone from town to town, seeking a place to stay permanently. That wasn't really the hard part, the problem is when people find out you are a healer because everyone wants your help and you don't mind helping them but most of them were very rude and treated you as their servant wanting you to be 24/7 for them, then you become a target because mostly the men can't take a no as an answer and that's why you never stayed too much in the same place.

Until you met Geralt, Jaskier, and of course Roach. You met them in a special way thanks to Jaskier. Just remember that day makes you smile.

“HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE” You were on your way to the next town, the sun was coming down as you heard a scream coming from the forest, you knew it wasn't a good idea going alone but you had no choice, someone needed your help. So you rushed into the forest searching for someone or anything.

“Where are you!? ” You yelled back.

“I'M HERE ” You followed the voice, going further into the forest, your heart beating faster at every step.

After a few seconds, you found a little camp with a bonfire and a man sitting on the ground with a guitar. His eyes find yours, “Oh, please tell me you can help me.”

You nodded in agreement “I'm a healer, where are you hurt?” you knelt by his side.

“Here” He shows you his index finger and he had a little cut but nothing serious. “ ... ” Did you really risk your own life for a fucking little cut? You began to stand up and he grabs your wrist “Please help me, I can't compose or play any song if my finger hurts and that's how I earn my living, please” He practically begged you “and if you help me, I can give you food, you look starved” You were considering his offer, you haven't eaten since the morning and you were truly starving and it was an easy job after all. “It better tastes good” You cleaned his finger with some alcohol and he hissed in pain, you put some herbal salve and bandaged it.

“Done” you said cheerily “Now, where's the food?”

The two of you began talking about everything while eating the food, Jaskier was easy to talk to so it felt more like two good friends catching up. You told him about your trip and how the people treated you and you were scared of them. “You can travel with us!” us? “And with the Witcher by your side, no one would dare to say or do something against you” Witcher!? “Also since you're a healer you can help with our wounds and injuries, well, especially his, he does all the job”

“I- ”

“Who's this? ” A deep voice came behind you. Startled you turn your head to look at him, your breath hitched in your throat when you saw his amber eyes and you knew he was the Witcher.

“She's our new travel partner and she's a healer who can help with that” Jaskier points to the blood dropping out from his face and body.

“Only if she can keep up with us” He scoffed.

“Do you want my help with- ” Geralt ignores you, walking past you.

You rolled your eyes at his behavior. Fucking Witcher.

Since then have passed two months and you have stopped searching for a place because you like it too much the company of a certain Witcher. But he may not like yours, because he hasn't let you heal or help with any of his injuries and that made you feel useless and angry, if you weren't to help him, so why'd you stay with them? Yeah, you help Jaskier sometimes but his ''wounds'' have never been serious.

Right now, you were heading to the forest, Geralt got another job and the monster, according to the owner of the inn, it could be found there.

Jaskier was walking at your side whining why you ride Roach instead of him.

“She loves me Jaskier and I don't blame her, just look at me” you playfully winked at him.

Geralt smirk a little and you feel your heart skip a beat.

“Sooo” You cleared your throat. “I was thinking I should part ways with you” “Why?” Jaskier frowned “Well there's a lot of people who need help and you know how much i like helping people and here, you don't really need me and i feel useless.” “When are you gonna leave us?” You turned your face away from them “That sounds bad, I'm not leaving you I'm just-” “When?” Geralt grunted. “Tomorrow.” You whispered. “We'd leave you at the next town then.” And just like that, he walks away from you, and you could feel your eyes filling up with tears.

Geralt with heavy footsteps went to cut wood for the bonfire. He wasn't in a good mood since earlier when you told them you want it to leave. He was angry but not with you at himself, he hasn't the courage to tell you how much he cared about you and beg you to stay with them. Fuck The Witchers don't have emotions.

A branch breaking behind him put his senses on alert, turning around to look at a big beast jump out from the bushes and attack him, Geralt easily dodged it, his amber eyes glowing in the dark forest as the beast tried to attack again, but this time Geralt let the beast to claw his arm with his long fangs, blood dripping off his arm, he doesn't fight back and that's when he realizes he doesn't want to be without you, he doesn't want you to leave them, to leave him, he would do anything to make you stay.

But he can't be with you if he's dead, right? So he takes out his sword slitting the neck of the beast and his head dropped to the ground.

You were at the camp with Jaskier and Roach, the three of you waiting for Geralt. Jaskier was singing in front of you, so you didn't hear when Geralt approached you from behind.

“Heal it” He grunted holding his arm out to you. Worry crossed your face, he was covered in blood, but whose?

“Be nice!” Jaskier whisper yell to Geralt shaking his head, ignoring the blood in his body, after all he was used to seeing him like that.

“Please” Geralt muttered sitting down next to you. You finally took his bloody arm and you gasped when you saw the claw marks and blood all over his arm, you quickly begin cleaning his wound.

“What happened, Geralt?” You tried to look at his eyes but he was avoiding yours.

He wouldn't admit to you he let himself get hurt by a monster just to not let you go now or ever. So he ignored your question.

“You are useful” He stated seriously, “and i would need your help” you feel your heart skip a beat at the meaning of his words, he wants you to stay, he wants you.

You let a knowing smile cross your face “I guess i have to stay” you bandage his arm “with you” you whisper this part low so only he can hear you.

“Finally” Jaskier sighed with relief to Roach and she nickered in reply.

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a-case-of-attachment · 1 year ago

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Rating: E 18+

Pairings: Geralt x Jaskier

Warnings: sex ~ swearing ~ scent kink ~ boys in love

The Enemy ->

<- The Friend

Geralt buried his head into the crock of Jaskier’s neck, breathing in deeply as he pressed himself as close to the bard as he could get without crushing him. Jaskier was warm against him, their bodies sweat slicked and glistening in the light of the fire and Geralt couldn’t get enough.

Bracing his weight on one arm by Jaskier’s head Geralt gripped tightly at Jaskier’s leg with the other, hitching it up higher against his side as he thrust hard and steady into the other man. Jaskier threw his head back, moaning loudly as his hands scrabbled on Geralt’s back, blunt nails scratching at his shoulders.

“Fuck Geralt,” Jaskier’s voice came out rough and strained, his back arching as he tried to get even closer. They had been at this for a while, Geralt having spent at least an hour with his head and hands between the bards legs, working him up only to leave him wanting when he got to close to the edge. It was his favourite thing to do at the moment, driving Jaskier half mad with lust until he was a begging, needy mess beneath him. He didn’t get to do it often though, the time and calm required for such a thing rare most of the time.

But not tonight.

There had been no hunt, no monsters that needed killing and no bad weather on the horizon to make then rush on to the next location. It had been a relaxed day of travel with the promise of another day just the same ahead of them when morning came. There was no inn, the next town two days ride away but that didn’t matter, Geralt liked it like this. He liked being out in the woods, a warm fire lighting the clearing they had found themselves in and the smell of nature around him. It was made that much better with Jaskier beneath him, smelling of sex and love and Geralt.

Groaning he gripped tighter at Jaskier’s leg, his hips snapping forward quicker when Jaskier tightened around him. Jaskier’s erection was trapped between their abdomens, leaking steadily and making it easier for the sensitive head to glide across the plains of Geralt’s muscles. Little gasps and moans fell from his parted lips, begging Geralt for more, for everything, for the very air he breathed as his walls fluttered around Geralt’s length and drove him towards madness.

Grunting he turned his head, mouthing up the exposed column of Jaskier’s neck. He could feel Jaskier’s pulse fast and hard under the delicate skin, could practically taste the bards life on his lips. He was to trusting, offering up his throat so easily to Geralt’s hungry mouth and believing he would come away from it intact. With a low growl Geralt dragged his teeth along Jaskier’s jugular before nipping at the underside of his jaw.

Jaskier lifted his head, cheeks flushed and covered in tears. His eyes were dark and desperate, the blue almost completely swallowed up by the black of his pupils. With a low whine he pressed forward, sealing his lips against Geralt’s. He sunk his hands into tangled white hair, tugging at the strands until Geralt moaned loudly into his mouth. Jaskier wasted me time, his tongue sliding between Geralt’s slightly parted lips and deepening the kiss.

Geralt licked into his mouth, swallowing every little moan and gasp as his hips moved steadily, trying to draw their pleasure out but his control was slowly slipping. Jaskier was whimpering, hips rolling as he tried to push back against Geralt’s thrusts. His heart was quickening, the smell of his arousal thickening as he got closer to his end.

Geralt shifted, getting his knees under Jaskier’s ass and lifting his hips up, changing the angle of his thrusts. The bard dragged his lips away form Geralt’s, a loud and breathy gasp leaving him as Geralt finally hit that spot inside him head on. He smirked, ducking his head down to kiss and lick his way across Jaskier’s jaw until his nose was buried in the sweat slicked hair behind his ear. He could smell the oil Jaskier used to keep his hair soft, the faint air of ink and paper that always clung to him but there was also the smell of dirt and grass, the salty tang of sweat and the unmistakable scent of the bard’s lust and love, spicy and sweet. It was a scent Geralt had gotten used to over the years and now craved whenever the bard was gone.

Jaskier pressed his mouth against Geralt’s ear, his warm breath puffing against it and sending shivers down his spine with every noise Geralt dragged from him. It was like music, a song that spoke of love and lust and he desperately wanted to hide it away from the world, keep it for himself. Geralt was a possessive beast by nature and he didn’t want to share this, wanted this to be his and his alone.

“Geralt please” Jaskier begged, his hands back to tugging at Geralt’s hair. Groaning he lifted his head enough to nip at the other mans ear, sucking the lobe between his lips and tugging slightly. “What is it you want my little song bird?” he growled, his voice a low rumble that had Jaskier trembling in his hold. “Have…AH!...have mercy my wolf”. Geralt hummed, going back to nosing behind Jaskier’s ear and sucking bruising kisses into his neck. They were too high to hide and come morning Jaskier would be angry about it but it was worth it. People would take one look at the bard and know that he was Geralt’s, that he was off limits and no matter how hard Jaskier would flirt and offer himself up no one would dare touch him because he was clearly Geralt’s and no one was stupid enough to try and take what belonged to the Witcher.

As much as he was enjoying the slow and steady fucking Geralt too was getting to the point where he needed more. He let go of Jaskier’s leg and reluctantly pulled back, the bard whimpering and fingers digging into his shoulder as he tried to pull Geralt back to him. It was easy enough to shift back onto his knees, pulling Jaskier with him until he was sat in Geralt’s lap, his legs spread wide around Geralt’s thighs and arms slung over his shoulder.

Jaskier moaned, burying his head in Geralt’s neck as the new position meant Geralt was inside him deeper, pressing against his prostate almost constantly. They stayed that way for a moment, Jaskier pressed tight against him and clinging to Geralt like he was the only thing keeping him tethered to the world. Geralt tipped his head back, using his nose to nudge at Jaskier’s cheek until the bard lifted his head to look at him. He smiled softly, leaning in and pressing his lips against Geralt’s. It was a gentle kiss, slow and soft, neither of them rushing and just enjoying being close to one another.

Geralt ran his hands down Jaskier’s back, the bard feeling tiny in his large hands until his hands settled on Jaskier’s waist, thumbs rubbing small circles. His skin was soft, radiating heat like he himself was on fire, bright and all-consuming and Geralt wanted to be burned, wanted Jaskier to burn his very existence into Geralt’s cold and lonely life.

When the kiss ended Jaskier pulled away, resting his forehead against Geralt’s. Blue met yellow, the world seeming to hold is breath. Jaskier licked at his kiss swollen lips, Geralt’s eyes darting down to track the movement and letting out a low grumbling growl. The bards’ lips twitched up into a smile, a breathless laugh tumbling from his lips that quickly turned into a gasp when Geralt tightened his hold on Jaskier and slowly lifted him up until only the tip of his dick remained inside the bard. “Please Geralt,” Jaskier whispered and who was he to deny such a sweet request. They both moaned as he pulled Jaskier back down, the bards’ inner walls gripping tightly at Geralt’s length. It was enough to drive him to madness.

Geralt set a fast pace, Jaskier rising and falling in his lap. He clung to Geralt, arms draped across his shoulders and hands tangled in his hair. Geralt held Jaskier tight against him, their breath mingling as there foreheads stayed pressed together. At some point Jaskier closes his eyes, moaning loudly but Geralt kept his open, watching as the pleasure passed across the other mans face.

Jaskier’s dick stayed trapped between them, smearing his pre-cum across Geralt’s stomach with every jerk of his hips. He was tightening around Geralt, squeezing and fluttering and driving him to the brink but he needed Jaskier to cum first, wanted to taste his release in the air and hear him cry out Geralt’s name to the stars above. He snapped his hips up, meeting the bard on every downward stroke and forcing such pretty noises from him that Geralt was more than happy to have ringing in his ears.

The bards grip tightened in his hair, his back arching and body tensing as he threw his head back and screamed his release to the sky, his dirk twitch as his warm cum splashed across Geralt’s stomach. Geralt moaned as Jaskier’s body tightened around him, his grip tightening on the bards hips as he chased his own release. He could feel it under his skin, like fire burning through him. His stomach tensed, the pressure in his balls tightening and with one last thrust he came deep inside the bard. Geralt quickly claimed the other mans lips, muffling his own moan as he gripped Jaskier close, holding him down so Geralt was buried as deep as he could be inside him.

Geralt continued to kiss him, the intensity easing into something almost lazy as he came down from his high. He wrapped one arm around Jaskier’s trim waist, pulling him closer as her buried his other hand in the bards short locks, keeping his head in place so Geralt could continue to kiss him. Jaskier didn’t seem to mind, his own hold loosening but not letting go, humming in what Geralt hoped was happiness as their lips continued to move against the others.

Eventually the need to breath became too much and Geralt pulled back enough for Jaskier to pull in a shaky breath. Now free of the bards lips Geralt ducked his head down, nuzzling into his neck and breathing the scent of him in. Geralt always thought he smelt good but it was always best in moments like this, when their scents mixed together and he radiated satisfaction and happiness. Jaskier laughed gently, tipping his head to the side and giving Geralt more room to kiss and lick at his neck. He nipped gently at the rather large bruise he had left just under Jaskier’s ear, the action drawing a content hum from the bard.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you have done to me you beast,” Jaskier laughed, no anger or annoyance to his words, the bard sounding more amused then anything. “Don’t know what you speak of,” Geralt mumbled against his skin, keeping his voice level but he was smirking and he knew Jaskier could feel it. He laughed again, low and gentle, the sound vibrating against Geralt’s lips as he gently dragged them down the exposed column of Jaskier’s neck until his mouth came to rest at the point where his neck sloped gracefully down into his shoulder.

Geralt placed a soft kiss against the unblemished skin before opening his mouth wide and bitting down. Jaskier sucked in a breath, his body tensing for just a second before he relaxed once more, not concerned by the fact Geralt’s canines had punctured his skin. Long fingers slipped through Geralt’s hair, gently stroking at his scalp as Geralt finally slipped his teeth free, lapping at the small trickle of blood that followed.

The night was still, the only real sounds the fire crackling and Roach nipping at the grass on the other side of the clearing. Jaskier’s breathing was low and even, his racing heart having slowed back to normal. He hummed gently, a tune that Geralt knew but did not know the words to as the bard had refused to share thus far. It was enchanting and even without words Geralt could feel the emotions it invoked, a sense of love and longing rolling of the bard with a hint of melancholy.

Geralt often thought he should ask what it was about, what made Jaskier feel this way but he couldn’t bring himself to, afraid of the answer he would get and what it would mean for their relationship, if it could be called that. Geralt knew that Jaskier loved him, bone deep and unwavering but Geralt did not believe he could return the sentiment. He felt things for Jaskier, things he had felt for no other but he did not believe they were equal to what the bard felt for him.

Or maybe he just didn’t want to admit to himself what he felt. Either way it did not matter.

Jaskier’s life was fleeting, his whole existence moving at a faster pace than Geralt’s, like a hummingbird, wings moving frantically as it dashed from one place to another. Geralt knew that at some point Jaskier would grow weary of Geralt and the life he lead and move on to greater things. He would deny it till he was blue in the face but Geralt knew. Jaskier was still so young and the call of adventure was a romantic notion in his mind to be spun into great tales to entertain the wanting masses but that naivety would pass just like the years and one day he would walk away from Geralt, never to be seen again.

No it was best not to get too attached, unless it hurt more the day Geralt lost his friend for good.

“We should probably get cleaned up, before we become stuck to one another,” Jaskier sighed but made no move to do as such. He was right, Jaskier’s cum was rapidly cooling on his skin and he could feel his own seed beginning to leak from the bard where his cock had softened. They should move, should get cleaned off and retrieve the blankets from their pack, should settle down and get some much needed rest but Geralt did not wish to let go. Not yet.

He tightened his hold on Jaskier, turning his head more into the bards’ neck. “Soon” he mumbled, letting his eyes fall shut as he clutched at the other mans back. Jaskier stilled and for a second Geralt thought he was going to insist. He wouldn’t blame him, it was probably uncomfortable but all Jaskier did was sigh, his fingers resuming their stroking. He rested his cheek against Geralt’s shoulder, head facing out to look across the clearing as he started to hum again. Geralt lost himself to the gentle melody and the steady rise and fall of Jaskier’s chest, his heart a calming and constant beat.

Soon.

Soon this would be nothing but a memory, something that Geralt would think back on in centuries to come when the night became too lonely and he only had the stars for company. Soon he would have to give all this up so Jaskier could live the life he so rightly deserved but for now it was his and Geralt wanted to hold onto it, to Jaskier for as long as he could.

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