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brexrif · 5 years ago

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The Thief and the Witcher: Part 1

Anon Request!

Geralt and reader sitting in a pub with Jaskier. Geralt and Reader are seated while Jaskier is off doing whatever (we all know he is singing though) What about Geralt fingering the reader in public and expecting—quietly DEMANDING—reader to be quiet or it will only get worse. Maybe Jaskier comes over to have a conversation and Geralt is calm as ever, and the reader is struggling to keep conversation?

(Not my pic but a good one)

Warnings: smut smutty smut smut

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You slinked through a narrow, candle lit hallway grinning, pleased with yourself and your bounty. The leather sack slung on your back shifted as you gauged the weight of your spoils, deciding that you could stand to raid one more room. You approached a thick wooden door at the end of the hall that you knew the inn-keep usually saved for less desirable occupants. You whipped out your favorite dagger collected years ago from some pathetic noble lord; you remember the half-lidded look on his face when you had seduced him into a kiss while carefully taking the dagger off his belt- men are foolish. You drove the pointed end into the heart of the padlock, wiggling it slightly in a familiar pattern before hearing the lock click and give way to the heavy door. It creaked on worn hinges as you let it swing open, hiding from the doorway before checking to see if anyone was inside.

“Housekeeping!” you sang into the room while scanning quickly- no one was there.

Within your quick and practiced surveillance, you were able to take stock of what this poor soul had to offer you. You found two swords resting against the wall beside a set of very weathered armor, made for a very large man. With the fire blazing and the battleware of this particular customer, you ventured you must act quickly. Light-footed and practiced as usual, you glided over to the swords, grabbing a sack of coin from the table nearby. You noticed a pile of underclothes strewn carelessly beside the bed. Examining the swords, you quickly recognized one superior to the other. One of the stranger’s swords was made of pure silver, a weapon that could stand up to the flesh of monsters. Your eyes widened and you had to have it. You sheathed the sword in your belt, rotated it to the back of your right hip and covered it with your long woolen cloak. Pleased with your treasure, you made your way out of the room. You pulled the hood of your black woolen cloak far over your head before coming through the doorway and pulling the door shut behind you, quickly and quietly. You lowered your head, only your small chin and plump lips, now curled into a self satisfied smile, could be seen.

Making your way back down the hallway you heard heavy footsteps coming up the staircase. You kept your head bowed low and saw two very large, seemingly wet, naked feet making their way towards you. Surprised by the bareness of these feet you let your eyes wonder upward and damn, what a mistake that was. In their travel, your eyes found their way up two gigantically muscular calves, a pair of large, manly knees and the start of tree trunk thighs, covered in a generous layer of thick, dark hair. A dingy towel wrapped around his waist betrayed him, revealing a bulge you could scarcely tear your eyes from- you nearly tripped upon this discovery. This man was very clearly well endowed. Feeling some sweat start on the back of your neck, your eyes traveled further to the tightly defined ab muscles of this Adonis, which peaked prominently on either hip and dipped steeply downward in a V shape towards his other gift. A sweet, thick trail of wet hair swirled around his tight navel and dragged downward underneath the towel along with the crevasses of his rippling muscles.

“uhmmm..miss?” his deep gravely voice coated the thick air between you.

You realized your lips had parted slightly and your mouth was quite literally agape. “Excuse me” You quickly responded in a voice at least 3 times a higher pitch than your own, the kind you had used to announce yourself as housekeeping. You made yourself small against the wall without looking up and he walked past you slowly, confused and shaking his head a bit. His big body limbered and you could feel his heavy steps even in the stone beneath your leather boots. Once he cleared you, you practically flew down the three flights of stairs to the inn’s pub.

You spotted your friend, who was supposed to be keeping watch at the foot of the staircase for you, but was clearly distracted. She was poised precariously on a bench with a large mug of ale leaning almost halfway over the wooden table towards a very vibrantly dressed bard, who was holding a lute and playing softly to her. Her breasts were heaving out of her dress, her smile loose with alcohol and his eyes were resting on her chest as he played. What a sight.

“Lucja! We need to get out of here.” You came up behind her swiftly, your black cloak flowing and catching up with you as you commanded, detectable notes of annoyance in your voice.

“Don’t be silly, Y/N. I’m just getting to know my new friend here, Jaskier. He’s an artist” she cooed, returning her eyes back to the man across the table from her.

“Come, come! Have a seat!” Jaskier invited you to sit beside Lucja. You sat hastily, swinging only one leg over the bench and facing her harshly.

“We need to go” you looked at her severely, impatiently waiting for her head to fall out from the clouds and realize you were serious.

Just then you felt a few familiar steps come up from behind you.

“Ahh, Geralt! Finally! I thought you might have drowned in that bath-you were gone for-EVER. This is Lucja and uhhh-” Jaskier looked at you questioningly, obviously having forgotten your name as every functioning brain cell he had was devoted to courting Lucja. He spoke so quickly you hardly realized he had arrived at you by the end of his thought.

“Y/N” you said quietly, averting your gaze. You suspected the man behind you was the same man you encountered more than half naked in the hallway and hopefully not the same man who owned the silver sword you had swung on your hip currently.

“Right, right. Y/N. I was just singing about you to Lucja, Geralt.”

“Mmmmmfh” Geralt grumbled behind you, the distaste palpable.

He took a seat beside you gesturing to the barmaid for two more ales. You reluctantly swung your other leg over the bench, feeling the silver rub against the wood of the shared seat.

“Y/N?” he asked, drawing his amber eyes from the table to you. You reluctantly pulled back the black woolen hood to your cloak, revealing your face and your flushing cheeks. You nodded your head apprehensively, trying not to look at him too hard. You worried once you started looking at him, you wouldn’t be able to stop.

“Geralt” he offered. He was clothed now, wearing a black tunic with a series of small buttons running up his chiseled body. It opened at the chest to reveal a luscious forest of dark and thick chest hair that covered his built pectorals and prominent collarbones. You realized you were staring too long and turned your focus quickly to the drink that he set in front of you.

“What’s wrong Geralt? Why so grumpy? Bath water too cold?” Jaskier teased him from across the table.

“Someone in this shit inn has stolen one of my swords” he growled into his mug.

“Oh uh- that’s not good Geralt. That’s not good at. all.” Jaskier looked worried and started getting visibly anxious. Lucja’s eyes slowly and casually made their way to meet yours and she finally understood.

“Maybe we should leave you two to your search then” Lucja offered, starting to grab your wrist.

“Oh no. I wouldn’t so easily give up the opportunity for someone else to take some of Jaskier’s blathering for an evening” Jaskier started to protest but Geralt continued “besides, I only feel bad for someone foolish enough to steal from me… Maybe they could use a head start before I get to them.”

Lucja laughed nervously and continued her attention to Jaskier, keeping a weary eye on you and Geralt.

A few moments passed that felt like years. You pretended to be interested in what Jaskier was saying and gulped down your ale. Lucja had another drink for herself and one for you waiting. Within no time, she was falling forward on the table again.

“So, should I consider myself lucky that you left my clothes behind?” Geralt broke the silence between you two whispering the best he could, which honestly just came out more like a low growl. You turned to him abruptly, fully now, and you were blown back: his gorgeous honey eyes, surprisingly light given his accusation, his chiseled jaw peppered with the most delicious stubble- not a single patchy spot in sight, his long white hair and full, bowed lips curled into a mischievous smile.

“You seemed to prefer me in a towel” Geralt chided, smiling into his mug.

“I have no idea what you are talking about” you spat at him, quietly not looking to draw attention from Lucja or Jaskier.

“Come on, as if I could forget those lips, and how they fell apart for me so easily. It’s not the first time I’ve stopped a woman in her tracks with the sight of my cock” he offered arrogantly. You were shocked and embarrassed, you didn’t know how to answer and you wished you could pull yourself away from looking at him so intently. He faced you fully now, leaving his mug on the table and closing the space between you suddenly-

“and what exactly did a little thing like you plan on doing with my silver sword, hm?” he paused realizing you wouldn’t answer so easily, “I am talking about my sword now, not my cock” he added, the heat between you two smoldering and intensifying. You felt a large hand creeping up onto your thigh, the sweat on the back of your neck returning. Without thinking, you parted your legs for him, his touch so commanding. You remembered the bulge under his towel that stole your attention.

“I was going to use it” you retorted curtly. His large fingers made their way up your thigh crawling in towards your heat. You sighed deeply, surrendering yourself to him by widening your legs even further.

“Is that so?” he was teasing you now, he smiled at you and inched closer. He lightly placed his fingers outside your opening, testing the heat beneath the fabric of your trousers. He leaned in and put his lips gently on your neck, just below your ear. He whispered quietly, “would you like to find out what happens to little whores that take things that are not their own?”

“I am not a whore” you whispered back to him.

“Just a thief then,” he bit at the fleshy skin of your earlobe and reached his hand around your hip to grab the hilt of his sword. He wiggled it a bit and pulled back from your neck to read your face. Your eyes were hard on him, your lips starting to pout, trying to deny your defeat.

“You know nothing of me, Witcher”

“I know that you’re wet for me” he returned his hand between your thighs and pushed two fingers to the crest of your folds. He rubbed slightly, expertly over the thin fabric of your pants. You sighed deeply at the feeling of his rough fingers coaxing pleasure from you so easily, even with a barrier separating the two of you.

“I also know that if I hear anything other than a sigh out of you, I’m going to have to get my sword back in a much uglier way” his lips curled into a mischievous smile and his eyes laid harsh on you. As he spoke, he rubbed his fingers in towards you harsher and quicker. You nodded knowingly, falling helplessly to the sweet delirium he was eliciting from between your legs.

“So tell me Y/N, how long have you been surviving on thieved goods and gold?” he asked, pushing a fresh mug of ale towards you with one hand and crawling his fingers to the laces of your trousers with the other. The inn was loud now. With the late hour, there were many more patrons greedily eating and drinking, singing catchy pub songs arm in arm, and yelling to one another across tables. Jaskier and Lucja carried on beside you, leaning over the table and now joining hands, their eyes drunkenly fixed on each other.

“hmmm?” he rumbled to you sliding his giant hand down the slope of your mound. You readjusted on the bench, moving back to accommodate his swift work. You surveyed the boisterous atmosphere and pulled your cloak around protectively, embarrassed and desperate for some privacy. You could stop him if you wanted, you had stopped plenty of men from touching you in the past, but this was different. You wanted him, Geralt was different. His command was teasing, but you truly thought your heart might stop without his fingers on you, his gaze and attention on you.

“I have always fended for myself, did what I had to”

“Hmmm” he sighed, moving his large and powerful finger between your wet folds. Your front teeth sunk deep into the plump of your bottom lip, trying to contain the pleasure he elicited from you. “And somehow, that involved stealing my sword” He allowed for some time to pass, slowly dragging his fingers up and down the folds of your sex, feeling you. Your hand clenched around the mug in front of you and you tried to cast your gaze downward towards the table.

“You also took a small sack of coin, did you not?” He broke the silence. You turned your gaze to him suddenly, embarrassed now that he also noticed that. Geralt looked at you amused, “I can hear your heart almost falling out of your chest” he brought one of his large fingers, slicked in your wetness to your opening and quickly pushed it into you. You jumped in your seat, adjusting to the size of him and sharply inhaling. He chuckled deeply at you, enjoying the apparent struggle it was for you to keep yourself together under his touch and his interrogation. You looked at him breathless and overwhelmed.

“That’s okay, Y/N, you go ahead and keep that coin. I have a feeling I’ll get my money’s worth from you by the end of tonight” He clenched his jaw and moved in closer to you, now pumping that finger in and out of your opening quickly. You squirmed and sighed, trying not to pant under his touch.

“Mmmmm” he leaned in under your ear again growling, kissing up your neck into the tender start of your hairline. You could feel the rough stubble of his jaw tickle your soft skin. “Remember what I said, not a sound.” He paused his thrusting rhythm and brought his finger back to your clit, which soaked in your moisture, he wiggled freely and easily in circular motions. Each arc of his swirling unraveling you further and further under his touch. He was driving you crazy, he had you completely at his whim. He continued kissing up your neck gently and working your clit under the table with his thick arm.

“Ahhh. Yes. So, Geralt.” Jaskier slid down the bench to be across from you and Geralt. “Sorry to interrupt your uh-well. I seem to have run out of coin and the lady and I need more ale yet and well” he lowered his voice, embarrassed. Geralt moved his face from your neck to look at Jaskier, his fingers continued below the table and without Jaskier’s knowledge you were coming undone right before him.

“I wish I could say I was surprised Jaskier…but I think a good bit of my coin was taken by the foolish thief as well.” He moved his fingers back down to your opening and stuck two fingers deep inside you, punctuating the word foolish. “Perhaps Y/N can oblige you for now” He looked to you casually, raising an eyebrow while you squirmed. You could hear his fingers thrusting in and out of you, lewd wet sounds coming from just below the table.

“Ummm. Yeah...mmmmhm” you were practically moaning, not doing the best job at concealing the pleasure writhing through you. Geralt’s thick fingers stopped their thrusting and started exploring slowly inside you, journeying, rubbing along your quivering walls.

“Y/N, is everything okay…?” Lucja turned to you, swaying with drink, her eyes struggling to focus on you completely.

“Yeah yeah mmhm” you responded, sweat beading on your forehead and your lips parted, trying to not obviously and openly pant. You reached for your coin purse and basically threw it at Jaskier, the aggression of your sexual frustration fueling the toss. He paused for a moment, noticing a strange tension, but took the sack and slid back down the bench. Lucja became distracted again when Jaskier went about acquiring more drinks for the two of them.

“Hmmm.” Geralt hummed, closing in to you again and seeking better leverage for his busy hand. “That was a little too close Y/N. You’re going to have to do better than that” he commanded raising his impressive and clenching jaw. He looked down at you, his amber eyes burning and harsh, determined. The pad of his middle finger found it’s way to the flat, hard surface of your g-spot. You gasped loudly, then coughed to try and maintain the façade.

“Focus for me sweetheart. I’m going to make you cum, but I need you to keep quiet for me. Do you understand?” You nodded, your eyes trying to roll in the back of your head. You looked at Geralt, he was stern and commanding. You remembered the glimpse you drank in of his almost nakedness, how every inch of his towering body was covered in rippling, hard muscle. You looked now to the dark hair swirling on his chest and remembered how it trails down pleasantly to what has to be a magnificent cock below. You put your hand on his knee, bracing yourself for the orgasm, but it started creeping up his thigh until you could feel his impressive, rock hard cock throbbing beneath his leather pants. He took his other hand to your wrist and moved it back to his knee. He shook his head at you.

You dug your fingernails in as he started rubbing your g-spot. Your teeth sunk hard into your bottom lip and you closed your eyes tight. To hide your face, you threw your forehead into the palm of your other hand, which was being propped up by your elbow on the table. You shielded your face and breathed quickly through your teeth as Geralt brought you closer and closer to ecstacy.

“Mmmhm. Good girl.” You heard him growl and lick his lips as he watched you struggle, your heels digging into the floor as his finger began rubbing hard on your g-spot. A woman down the table from you shook her head disappointedly, but you couldn’t be bothered to care about anything other than chasing this feeling. Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, you felt his large thumb press on your clit and wiggle slightly. You came undone and let out a whimper. Geralt was relentless all through your orgasm, waves of pleasure radiating through your bones and sneaking out your mouth in pathetic little sounds.

“Mmmmmm, quiet now” he assured, bringing your lips to his. You put your hand over his, desperate for him to stop. He finally ceased, kissing you sensually, biting on your bottom lip before pulling away.

“Now…lets see how you can handle a sword”

Xxxxx

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PART TWO!!

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talkativelock · 7 years ago

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Hello writer!!!!!!! If you are taking requests, can you write a villain using a brain wash quirk and making Todoroki a villain? Or a villain AU? Much love to you lovely writer

Hello, hello my friend~! I finally have time to do this request that you sent so long ago. I’m sorry for the delay and the fact that I’m putting this in another one of my aus. I hope you’ll forgive me and that you’ll enjoy it~

Previously in this au, sorted by story arc;

Shouto confesses to Izuku during their second year at UA, Izuku and Shouto go on their first date, and then Bakugou figures them out.

Gran Torino figures tododeku out.

Toshinko get together and then tododeku visit Izuku’s father.

Izuku dives off a building to save Shouto, they hit the ground, they end up in the hospital, and they finally get to go home.

Uraraka and Iida figure out Tododeku.

Tododeku come out to some teenagers, social media responds, Endeavor is a homophobe, Izuku supports Shouto after Endeavor’s bullshit, and Endeavor has a bit of a public meltdown.

The world is dark.

It’s not completely dark, more like there’s a dark film over it. It reminds Shouto of some of the instagram filters Uraraka uses on occasion, except a dark gray. Or maybe it would be better to describe it as if the backlight of the world has been turned down, like when Shouto turns his phone down to stop it from hurting his eyes in the dark and all the colors become muted. Regardless, it’s just a bit darker and washed out. It’s fitting. It goes with his mood and his perpetual level of discomfort.

Shouto’s never worked out of an abandoned factory before. He’s used to bright, clean lights and conference rooms with fake wood tables and a desk in the bullpen next to Izuku’s. He’s traded that out for a dirty room lit with battery powered flood lights, a broken piece of metal laid across a pair of sawhorses to make a table, and folding chairs that don’t match each other. This space is uncomfortable but Shouto could deal with it, he’s dealt with worse, if it wasn’t for the clothes.

He’d ditched his suit along with his phone and com a few days ago, dumped them in the river to be washed away. He doesn’t care much about the com, the heroes can afford to replace it with all their riches. The phone is a bit more disappointing, there were pictures on there he’d have liked to keep and it would have given him something to do during the downtime that isn’t just sitting around staring at a wall. It couldn’t be helped, though. Izuku can track his phone and Shouto doesn’t want to lead Izuku to their hideout.

The worst by far, though, is the suit. Carbon fiber mixed with a breathable blend of fabric and reinforced with kevlar, his hero suit was practically armor. Combine that with the state of the art heating and cooling system to give him an advantage with his quirk and the retractable spikes in the soles of his boots which were mostly for walking through terrible tarain but made good weapons on occasion and you have true battleware. It makes sense, that’s what Hatsume designed it for. With it on Shouto could take bullets with only a bruise, and has on occasion, as long as it’s from far enough away. Unfortunately, the suit also monitored his vitals and had a tracker for rescue purposes so into the river it went. Now Shouto wears sweatpants that smell as if someone died in them recently and are slightly too big for him and his undershirt.

Heroes really do have all the advantages in this world.

Shouto leans against the wall and listens as his companions fine tune the plan. He doesn’t like them much, his companions. Roku is the leader, a huge man with a strength quirk and a sour disposition. He’s not stronger than Izuku, no one is stronger than Izuku, but he’s strong enough to pose a problem if not handled carefully. Igaya is fast, his quirk letting him flash step short distances. There’s a limit on number of times before he gets tired. Tagowara can melt things in a similar way to how Shigaraki used to disintegrate them and Shouto isn’t entirely sure what Boukari’s quirk is.

The only person here that Shouto wouldn’t willingly drop and leave for the heroes to find is Teian and he doesn’t even like her. He doesn’t have to like her, though, what matters is that she’s right.

Roku rubs at his eyes. “The security measures that Todoroki notified us of complicate things.”

“There’s got to be a way around them, though,” Boukari says, biting her lip.

“If it was only on the ground floor we could tunnel under,” Tagowara says around his lollipop.

Roku and Boukari make annoyed sounds of agreement.

“We could bypass the security system by doing a long con,” Teian says.

“That’s a very long con you’re talking about doing,” Roku sighs.

“We don’t really have that kind of time.” Igaya jiggles his leg and tosses a poisonous glance over his shoulder at Shouto. “Are you even sure this guy is on our side, Tei-chan? Seems like he’s just complicated things to me.”

Shouto remains impassive. “I answered your questions and pointed out your flaws.”

“Yeah, but you’re not really helping, are you?” Igaya shoots back.

Shouto lifts an eyebrow. “I told you, I didn’t spend all that much time hanging out with support. That was Izuku. Nerding out about costumes was something Izuku did with his spare time.” A sudden rush of fondness fills Shouto’s chest. He misses Izuku. He wishes things were different, that Izuku would understand.

Igaya makes a sound of disgust. “Tei-chan, he’s doing it again.”

Teian pushes her feet to one of the sawhorses to tilt her chair back, her entire body tilting with it. She cranes her neck to look at him. “Now, now, none of that. He wouldn’t understand anyway. Why don’t you come over here and help us out?”

It’s like adding another layer of darkness on the world. For just a moment Shouto’s vision goes so dim he almost can’t see.

She’s right. Of course she’s right.

“Fine,” he says. His voice sounds far away, all sound coming through cotten to reach him. He takes a step, placing his bare feet carefully on the dirty ground covered in broken equipment, and then another.

“Disgusting,” Tagowara says in a faded voice, pulling his candy from between his lips with a pop before continuing. “Todoroki and Deku are disgusting. Next time he makes heart eyes while saying Deku’s name I’m melting his face off.”

By the time he makes it to the makeshift table his head is completely clear again, his vision no darker than it was a moment ago. He bumps Tagowara’s chair as he passes.

“Oi,” Tagowara snaps.

“Accident,” Shouto says, meeting Tagowara’s stare head on.

Tagowara’s fingers twitch. “You wanna be a puddle, ex-hero?” Igaya laughs.

“That’s enough,” Roku says. “Todoroki’s one of us now,” he shares a look with Teian before continuing, “so there’s no use whining about it.”

“It’s a good thing too,” Boukari says. “There’s no way Hero Deku will hurt him, right Todoroki?”

Shouto glances down at the blueprint for Hatsume’s support company that they have rolled out on the table before glancing over to meet Teian’s eyes. “You don’t have to worry about Izuku now that I’m with you.”

Teian smiles a mean little smile. “That’s what I like to hear, loverboy.”

Izuku doesn’t deal well with Shouto being missing, Shouto breaks out of the mind control, Shouto wakes up in the hospital after, and Shouto and Izuku go home to spend some time together.

The proposal, the marriage, and Shouto is now a Midoriya.

After that, the Midoriyas open a center for quirkless kids.

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