#a mix between between netflix and game eskel honestly

[bethdutten]

something spicy

arranged marriage!eskel x reader

part 1 / 2 / 3

You knew you would be married off eventually. There would be no choice in who you would spend the rest of you life with-- you’d accepted that a long time ago. But when it was decided that man would be a Witcher, well... that changed things.

It wasn’t that you believed any of the lore surrounding them; but they could not give you children, spent almost the year off hunting monsters, and would most likely leave you a widow sooner rather than later. It would be a miracle if he turned out to be kind, as well-- they had no need to develop social skills to keep a wife happy. It was a business transaction, and you might as well get used to being alone.

Then you met Eskel. 

He was gentle. That was the first thing you noticed. He didn’t seem to shy away from your touch when you held hands at the altar-- instead, he held you carefully, like he was afraid to break you. You got the sense he was waiting for you to flinch away from you-- you got a good look at the scars on his face right away, but he was doing his best to hide them-- and you could tell he was used to others treating him harshly. You knew then and there you would never let that man feel nothing but loved and cared for, if only because that is all you wanted-- and it seemed he was at least capable of doing that for you.

So, when you exchanged your rings and it was time for the kiss, you didn’t hesitate to touch those scars and hope he understood that you weren’t afraid of him.

And now your new husband was sitting beside you, uncomfortably grimacing off into the distance like he would rather be anywhere but here. 

“Are you alright?” You reached out and placed a hand on his thigh, hoping to make him more at ease-- he instantly stiffened, and you had to stop yourself from pulling away. 

He stuttered out a reply. “No, no, I’m fine.” You weren’t convinced, but leaned away regardless, the noise and people getting to you after such a long day. Maybe he just wanted to be alone. 

“Well, let me know if you need to get out of here. I wouldn’t mind escaping, either.” Your mind flashed to the lacy red lingerie you had tucked in a drawer in your bedroom, nervous anticipation bubbling in your stomach at the thoughts of what tonight would be like.

“Just make sure he is happy. Satisfy him, your own needs are no longer important. Understand?”

You nodded at your favorite maid, the woman who had practically raised you and now stood with tears in her eyes like she was the one giving her daughter away as she clasped the last hook in your wedding dress.

She made sure everything was in place, turning you to face her. “Okay, love. No matter what you feel about him, make him happy.”

Looking over at your new husband, you wondered what exactly it would take to make Eskel happy. He seemed to hate this arrangement more than even you, but more than just the fact that your choice had been taken from you— more like he didn’t want to touch you, or even look at you too long. That would make… tonight difficult. To say the least.

He nervously squirmed in his seat, almost looking apologetic as he glanced at you from the corner of his eyes. “I could leave, yes.”

You let out a sigh of relief, grabbing your husband and pulling him away from the crowd without a single goodbye.

Eskel was following behind you, almost taking up the entire hallway as you led him down the confusing corridors to your bed chambers. You were ready to get this stupid dress off; although, what came next made you nervous and excited all at the same time.

You were torn from your thoughts from the man you were now married to calling you ‘Princess’— you laughed, shaking your head.

“We must be on equal footing. Something else you can call me, something more… sweet.”

He looked so adorably puzzled that you felt a blush warm your cheeks as he mumbled, “Sweet…heart?”

You grinned, finally reaching your bedroom. “I’d like that very much, my love,” you replied, just to tease him.

You didn’t miss his shy returning smile, the first one you’d seen that night. It took your breath away— you were already falling for your husband, and the night was just beginning.

—

It was a dirty trick, but effective. You had a tool to help you remove your dress, instead asking Eskel to help so you can subtly strip out of your dress and give him a taste of what was to come. The lingerie on, body arranged on the bed, you cleared your throat and prayed he would be happy with what he saw. That you would satisfy him.

And you had a feeling he may satisfy you as well.

Only, the lust you hoped to see in his eyes upon seeing you only lasted a moment, before it was gone and replaced by what could only be described as terror.

Did it really look that bad? Isn’t this what husbands expected?

“You know I can’t— I can’t… can’t give you children, right?” 

You frowned, taken aback. In truth, you were glad you didn't have to worry about the possibility of children in the future, especially if you were to be taken to Kaer Morhen-- you never felt the need to be a mother, and being one in isolation seemed like hell. Why was he bringing that up now?

“I know. That was explained to me. I just— I thought you’d want to…” It suddenly occurred to you that Eskel didn’t want you at all-- that he was disgusted at the idea of having to touch you. And here you were throwing yourself at him, forcing yourself on him like it was your right as his wife-- You quickly grabbed at your robe, trying to cover yourself with what little fabric you could. “I’m sorry. I’m so embarrassed, I—“

Eskel burst out, “No!” making you pause, the Witcher looking uncomfortable and out of place in his wedding outfit while you remained practically naked. “No, no, that’s not--”

Before you could start panicking, he came closer and took a seat on the bed beside you, giving you a closer look at him straight on since the wedding ceremony. 

He was beautiful-- his eyes shined, skin glowing despite the scars, and the strength he had showed in every muscle and movement. 

You hoped he couldn’t smell how wet you were becoming.

“Sweetheart,” he began softly, and you had to practically bite back a whimper. “I need you to… tell me. What you want. Tonight, or any night. I need to… hear you say it. Because I don’t want to read something wrong, and make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

You considered what he said, pulling your gaze away from where it had drifted to his lap, those thighs and--

Wait. “Oh. You just— you just prefer me to tell you want I want?”

This sexy, stupid idiot. He thought you were doing this out of some sort of duty? “I want you. I’ll tell you however often you need. Gods, Eskel, I thought I made that very clear.”

When he didn’t look 100% convinced, you slowly spread your legs and met his eyes, reaching down to pull aside your underwear to give him a view of the wet and swollen lips of your cunt, glistening in the candlelight. 

“Maybe you need to see, too.”

You saw him swallow, gaze drifting between the apex of your thighs and your face. “Sweetheart...”

This time you did whine, your hand reaching out for him. “Eskel. Please. I want you.” 

He licked his lips, making you inhale sharply. He smirked, a bit of confidence colouring his cheeks now. “I can’t say no to my wife, now, can I?”

[bethdutten]

A Mistake

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It was never supposed to be like this, but that seems to be the running theme of Eskel’s life. Maybe he’ll just need to make the best of out it.

Eskel couldn’t imagine it was him that was making you like this. No one looks at a witcher, especially at one as scarred and intimidating as him, and feels arousal without the scent of fear.

But your cunt was slightly slick and so red, and you whined as he settled above you. He kept his clothes on, not sure if you wanted the illusion of this being just a way to fix your illness, or an attempt a repeat of the night you met.

Eskel wouldn’t turn you down if it was.

He hovered over you, tentatively dragging two fingers through your folds. “It’s… it’s still dry, so it might hurt.”

You whined, bringing his neck down to your mouth and mouthing at a scar, murmuring, “Make it feel better, alpha.”

Eskel shivered slightly, then pulled his hand away and let out a soothing purr before he reached into his bag and took out the vial of oil. “It’s okay, just going to use this to make it easier until those glands start working again, okay?”

You whimpered but nodded, spreading your legs wider. You wanted him closer, or at least to hold your hand. It just seemed so… clinical, like he was only forcing himself to touch you. Maybe he was.

Eskel could smell your distress, and grimaced. When he glanced up at you, you were avoiding his eyes. Fuck, you didn’t want it to be him that was doing this. He is the reason for this. And even without an infection, gods know know hard it would be to get slick at the sight of his face.

“Would you… do you want to turn around? Would that be better?”

But you shook your head, letting out a shaky breath. “Please just touch me, Eskel.”

He almost wanted to smile, but he bit it back, instead coating his fingers and tracing the outer lips of your cunt before pushing inside you slowly. His thumb rubbed at your clit in small circles, as his fingers searched out that spot that—

“Fuck, alpha, stop!” You cried out, tensing up. Eskel winced, stopping for a moment before he gently probed at the gland.

“I’m sorry, it will only hurt for a moment, I promise,” he said, letting out a reassuring rumble to calm your distress. He couldn’t bare to see his omega in pain, but you took it so well, an iron grip on his shoulder through the few minutes before it started to get better.

The moment the infection must have been released, a sudden rush of slick did, too. Eskel groaned as he felt you clench down on his fingers, no longer in pain anymore and smelling of only arousal.

“Does it feel better?” he murmured, keeping his thumb on your clit and fingers deep inside you just in case.

He didn’t need to ask; you locked eyes and let out a keening moan before you came on his fingers, practically grinding into his hand.

Eskel had been half hard through the entire thing— but that noise he just pulled from you brought him to full hardness, throbbing in his pants now.

But that was secondary to making sure his omega felt good, and he let out a groan as you continued to thrust your hips against his hand, tightening your grasp on his shoulder as you breathed out wetly in his ear, “Alpha, Eskel, don’t stop… I’m coming, I’m coming—“

You shuttered through another orgasm, letting out a satisfied sigh and relaxing against your bed. You smelled like sated omega, and it made Eskel preen. He carefully removed his fingers from your soaked cunt, wiping his hand on the sheets and settling beside you.

He waited for you to realize you didn’t need him anymore, to tell him to leave now that his purpose was finished. But you only turned to him and sort of nuzzled into his chest, pressing a kiss to the exposed skin at his neck. You glanced up, resting a hand on Eskel’s face.

“Thank you, alpha. You made me feel so good.”

Eskel let himself believe you wanted him to stay. That you saw him as your alpha and not just an alpha that helped him. He was yours. Even if you didn’t want him.

He smiled softly, then remembered the way his scars pulled at his lips and made it look terrifying, and brought his face back to neutral. He hesitantly brought his hand to your hip, sliding it down to your thigh. “Do you mind if I…? To make sure it’s all gone.”

Your eyes went dark, and it sent another jolt of arousal to Eskel’s cock. You nodded, laying back and spreading your legs to give him a nice spot to settle.

Eskel swallowed, seeing the slick covering your thighs and a small gush of it coming out even now. He looked up at you before hooking his arms under your legs, placing them over his shoulders as he nosed up to your cunt. He breathed in, and didn’t smell any more sickness. But he swallowed and met your eyes, croaking out, “I should taste, just to make sure.”

You gave him a feral smile, and nodded, licking your lips. “Please. Just to make sure.”

He hid his own grin in your folds, eating you out like his life depended on it. He never got to do this the night you met, too focused on knot and breed and mate for anything that didn’t involve his cock. But you tasted so sweet, he wasn’t sure how he was going to live without this now.

He made you come twice on his tongue, putting away with a face covered in your slick as he licked his lips and met your eyes, his fingers replacing his tongue. You were practically shaking, oversensitive but chasing that last orgasm as you moaned Eskel’s name, clenching around his fingers with your eyes locked on his.

Eskel used a corner of the sheet to clean his face, then to wipe most of the slick from your thighs. He leaned down to give your clit one last kiss, the touch making your hiss before you let out a laugh, pulling Eskel up to you.

“Are you trying to kill me?” you murmured, pulling his face to yours for a kiss. He tasted like you, and you let out a soft moan at that, wanting your alpha to taste like you forever.

Eskel scented you, pulling the blanket over your body. “Just making sure the infection is all gone, omega. Had to be thorough.”

You grinned, snaking a hand down and into his smalls. “Your tu—“ you cut off with a noise, finding Eskel soft and his thick cock wet. “Did you…?”

He nodded, burying his face in your neck in embarrassment. “Twice. Sorry, I—“

But you let out a groan, tangling your hands in his hair. “Gods, that is so hot. You’re so hot.”

He smirked against your skin, wishing it to be true. But if his omega thought so, at least for now, then maybe that’s all that mattered.

“Take off your clothes,” you mumbled, only letting go of your hold of him so he could pull off his shirt and unbutton his pants. You watched him strip carefully, and Eskel was back under the sheets before you could get a good look at his scars. He didn’t want you to see that.

“So… twice?”

Eskel groaned, shutting his eyes. “It’s a witcher thing. We tend to… stay hard for quite a while. Can usually go a couple rounds. If we really wanted to, more than that.”

You stared back at him blinking, before a smile started to grow on your face. “I’m the luckiest omega in the world,” you whispered, before pulling him in to another kiss.

“So you can fuck me tonight?” you murmured against his lips, earning you a deep growl and making you grin.

—-

Eskel didn’t know how he managed to spend another night with you (this time without the excuse of a heat, even) where he lost count of the orgasms and woke to you in his arms.

Maybe this didn’t have to be the last time, either.

“I’d like to take you to Kaer Morhen. It’s the… the closest thing I have to home, I guess.”

You smiled, turning in his arms to meet his gaze. “Eskel. I’d love that.”

“You can meet my brothers—“

“You have brothers?”

“Yes, other witchers I grew up with. Geralt is practically mute and has the emotional maturity of a potato, and Lambert is cruel for absolutely no reason and should not be approached alone.”

You laughed, and the sound made Eskel’s heart clench. He’d do anything to hear that sound again. Fuck, he had it bad.

“Such astounding reviews of your family, I wonder how you’d describe me to others,” you mused, leaning up to give him a soft kiss.

Eskel leaned in and deepened the kiss, lazily licking into your mouth and swallowing the moan you made. He pulled away, murmuring, “She’s the most incredible woman to ever walk the earth, and she’s mine so back off.”

You whined in the back of your throat, kissing at the spot where Eskel’s bond mark would go, worrying the skin with your teeth. “Alpha.”