#geralt didnt hear him

[thedemonofcat]

When you live for as long as Witchers does, it is sometimes hard to remember how much words can hurt. So after the Mountain, when Geralt didnt see Jaskier waiting near Roach, he figured that the bard would be upset for a few days and show up again somewhere.

Only months went by, and Geralt had yet to encounter Jaskier again. In the meantime, Geralt had found Ciri, and while he did complain that Jaskier was annoying, there were some nights when he wished the bard was with him. As Geralt knew that Jaskier would be great with Ciri

Then, one day, while stopping in the tavern, Geralt sees Jaskier. Except Geralt also gets to hear Jaskier's newest song.

Burn Butcher Burn.

So Geralt doesn't realize how hurtful his words were to Jaskier. Angry about how Jaskier would say such hurtful words about him, Geralt feels a sense of betrayal

[lucigoo]

Weekly Roundup: 8th December - 15th December

I wrote 2 fics this week, with 7,217 words between them. One was for the amazing THAUC event @fellowshipofthefics. Also, as anyone who knows me personally knows, I am what we call almost technologically illiterate, but I have JUST discovered that I can change the colours of the words on tumblr posts, so I shall be doing that from now on, so bare with me as I play with it <3

They will be under the read more as always, but first, recs!

The Very Least - Magical_Destiny - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, Afterlife adventure)

Summary: Bilbo Baggins dies at a ripe old age. Beyond the borders of the world, he discovers a question he must ask, reunions he didn’t expect… and perhaps even one final adventure.

Left You Behind Just Standing There (Pretending Not to See Your Ghost) - Ace_Of_Spades7 (Geralt/Jaskier, post Caingorn, so thats always fun and this one is full of so much emotion)

Summary: After the mountain, Jaskier decides he's done with Geralt, done with being his barker, and done with traveling the continent. He goes to the coast and opens up a tavern in the hopes of living a peaceful life. But just because you take the bard out of the music doesn't mean you can take the music out of the bard.

The Kaer Morhen Book Club - Jack Ironsides (JackIronsides) (Geralt/Jaskier,)

Summary: Jaskier is a romance novelist, and Geralt finds out.

unring the bell - Shinybug - The Witcher (TV) (Geralt/Jaskier)

Summary: In the wake of the events on the mountain, Jaskier is captured by Nilfgaardian soldiers who are determined to find Geralt and Ciri. It will take all his courage and all his love to survive it, and all the fragile possibilities that come after.

and the right to call it home - Chancy_Lurking - Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Geralt/Jaskier, technically Lambert-centric, but it centers around Jaskier and Geralt's relationship.)

Summary: (Lambert is extremely protective of the very little he has, including his brother. Jaskier is a threat to all of them, he doesn’t get why everyone doesn’t see that.)

Weak and Wanting - sociallyawkward_fics - Wiedźmin | The Witcher - (Geralt/Jaskier, winter at Kear Morhen)

Summary: Geralt had thought that inviting Jaskier to Kaer Morhen after all these years would be a good thing. What he didn't plan on was his brothers deciding to have a little fun with their situation. Lambert and Eskel really needed to stop meddling in things they didn't understand, especially when it came to his bard.

Whoops, mostly Geralt/Jaskier this week, but what can I say. I evour a trope and pairing before moving on to a different one lol.

And now for my fics.

I was blessed to have been paired with @a-boar-named-barry for a THAUC fic. They are a wonderful writer and thank you for partnering with me <3

Selling Yourself Short (Bilbo/Thorin, for THAUC)

Summary: When hearing from his mentor, Gandalf, about an opportunity to jump back into the advertising space, Bilbo jumped feet first. But Bilbo soon realized that this was no mere advertising gig: he had to navigate a new city, a new work culture, a very handsome but emotionally-challenging boss. But under pressure, maybe Bilbo can just find the diamond in the rough.

Our ghostly hearts reach for one another (Bilbo/Thorin) I did a wip game and recieved an ask with a mix up for a fic I didnt have, so ofc, I wrote it lol, here it is

Summary:

Bilbo is old, and fells so alone. If only he could see Thorin again. Hold him one last time.

Maybe in his dreams.

[mylarena]

suddenly feeling emotions abt jaskier again.

the way geralt has always insisted hes not jaskiers friend, that he needs no one. the way hes disregarded jaskier for all 20 years that they traveled together. the way he was thrown away on the mountain. jaskiers learned that geralt doesnt make friends.

so why is it that he treats everyone at kaer morhen as if they are?

he clearly loves the other witchers, cares for them and protects them. he can understand that- theyre family. he cant stop the pang of pain he feels knowing that he was never close enough to get that.

he clearly loves ciri, slipped into his role of her father despite the years of strict denial and refusal to take the place destiny had demanded of him. he sees the way he dotes on her, makes sure shes fed and warm and as comfortable as she can be. an she deserves it, melitele does that girl deserve all the love an care in the world, but it still hurts, knowing that he didnt matter enough to the wolf to be treated half as good as her.

he can see that geralt still loves yennefer, despite their fights and conflicts. he sees how he lingers, how he treats her softly even when hes coping with the things she did. he sees how fast he started to forgive her after coming back through that portal with her. he heard their conversation on that bridge.

it hurt more than he could ever imagine to hear that he wasnt a part of their future.

he can see the way he treats triss, treated mousesack, even the dwarves.

maybe geralt does make friends.

maybe jaskier just doesnt make the cut.

[battlecries-dear]

yes! i season 1 jaskier has twunk (not twink energy to me personally lmao) but season 2 jaskier?? with the stubble and the (more visible) muscles and longer hair now that’s a MAN. albeit still a pretty and even delicate, at times, looking man. but still even when there’s perhaps a young farmer man around, someone whose body is built from long hard hours, someone whose hair is pushed up in a messy bun or tied up with a bit of leather? whose jaskier to shy away from a pretty thing? all muscle and just an impeccable smooth, oh so, deep voice. maybe his hairs a bit lighter blonde, eyes a very pretty light hazel. he can’t help but buy him a drink, and maybe they get to talking, maybe that man compliments his physique (and how nice of him to notice!! his arms are buffer than ever before and by god all those days walking after geralt have done wonders for his thighs and ass!!) and well, maybe they just have to go back to jaskiers room. (it’s shared of course with geralt, so he gives his ever lovely companion a little bit of a whispered warning, passing over a bit of coin he made that night, “why don’t you be a dear and buy another room just for tonight?”

if geralts jaw tenses a little tighter, teeth grinding a little more, how is jaskier to know? if the cup he holds bends and dents just a tad under the weight of his grip? jaskiers ears can’t pick up the noise. if he goes back to his room and stifles his grunts into his free hand picturing all the things jaskier could be doing with him instead of that other man, well that’s his shameful secret

anon this is absolutely fucking inspired. I don't even think i have anything to add other than yes yes yes yes.

also my god, the potential interaction of Jaskier tactfully trying to get Geralt to shove off and rent another room so he can take some strapping lad to bed... the miscommunication and the 'these characters are having two different conversations right now and neither of them even know' potential is unmatched.

im imagining Jaskier being his usual self (cheerful, a little flirtatious), and Geralt literally seconds away from bashing his head repeatedly into the bar if he has to sit for even another second and hear how Wimarc or Warin or whoever just absolutely loves Jaskiers music and Jaskier thinks it would make him a poor performer for the people if he didnt take him up for a private show.

Geralt muttering "I like your music" to himself as Jaskier flounces off before ordering something strong from the bartender and renting another room.

[veryinnovative]

that's great though!! like, obviously I love having you back around and I love getting to read your stuff, but more importantly I'm glad you're feeling the want to be back, y'know? fandom can be such a great community and a great outlet and comraderie (it can also suck for a variety of reasons, for sure, but that's a whole other conversation lmao)

omfg yes I meant selkie 😂😭 autocorrect GOT my ass on that one windibeueh.

the thing I'm writing is separate from the Witcher thing, it's much more..... like, soft dark wistful quiet. its from regs POV so he only really knows about selkies and then a teensy bit about humans. i haven't fully decided what I'm DOING with it yet, I just got this intense like flash of the beginning in my head and I had to write it out — and it's the first time I've felt motivated to really write anything in years so it's both a huge relief (I kinda thought I wasn't able to anymore) and terrifying!!

okay but a witcher AU goes CRAZY. hear me out tho, what if black brothers are witchers. geralt is so gd GRUMPY in the beginning, and then James as Jaskier? but james as geralt also goes wild crazy, he'd be so good at saving people — oh god what if reg was Yennefer. my mind is RACING, there's SO many possibilities you're right

(okay but what if they sent a witcher to kill Remus the werewolf, bc classic, but then he gets there and Remus is just a dude with some scars and not a werewolf at all and he's like:🧍🏻‍♀️ uh hi sjnsjdhsjs 😂😂 )

ok this ask has been BREWING in my mind but now im in the video game brainrot ic an finally answer

a witcher au has SO MANY possibilities. you could try and fit them into existing character boxes [the whole geralt/yennefer etc dynamics] but honestly u can also just use the world and lore as your playground and make of it what you'd like! werewolf remus would work just as well,, but it's funny bc compared to the hp world, a werewolf is like, one of the least threatening creatures in that world considering all sorts of other pests that exist fsgsadf

i didnt entertain the idea of black brothers as witchers... bc i see them more as higher vampires but it could work?? walburga has the shittiest luck if u were to go into that direction. like imagine regulus was planned bc sirius was a child of destiny and bam. They go fuck it up again and now regulus is to be taken into a witcher school. like not even are those chances super slim but also both of them surviving the trials? insanity. i thing to amp up the spice you could have them go to different witcher schools, rivalry between them and all

i am partial to a universe where james and sirius are witchers who were raised at the same school. and then maybe regulus as a mage? mayhaps some rogue one? fancied the banned arts a little too much? like yennefer made so much bank on pretty much fertility magic and i can see regulus being renowned for. idk. necromancy or demonology.

like some kind of dlc variant where regulus binds himself to a very dangerous demon that requires the help of a witcher..which makes him reunite with sirius mayhaps...

you awakened the witcher demon in me..i just think deranged sorcerer reg in any fantasy au fucking SLAPS

[just-a-himbo-and-his-feral-bard]

So like... this is what u meant right? lol ^ Cause this is all im picturing. Buff bby Eskel dragging his lil brother around.

Just a quick reminder to everyone this concerns:

Geralt is Canonly a ✨leash kid✨

[bittersweet-mojo]

every time i meet a new witcher in the witcher 3 i loose my shit. i cannot be normal about it. i met Gaetan yesterday while completing some side quests and vibrated the entire time. when i first saw letho im pretty sure i shrieked

[valliantknight]

Jaskier, staring at Geralt's ass: im gonna have that mans' babies..

Yennefer, grabbing his arms: how!?

Jaskier: it's a figure of speech, woman!

---

Yennefer, later: if you ever impregnate Jaskier i will be very mad.

Geralt: uh.. what??

[gayregis]

milva and dandelion: we have to hire a hitman to kill regis.

geralt: what? what do you mean? has he gone evil? and we’ve already been over this, he can’t die.

dandelion: no, but angoulême taught him the word “simp” and now he won’t stop calling me it.

milva: he keeps saying “poggers” even though i tell him i don’t know what the fuck that means.

[roughentumble]

oh wait yen has canonically read geralt's mind and seen through his eyes

there could be a whole thing where, after knowing him for years, yen decides she wants/needs to see through geralt's eyes. (maybe theres a legitimate problem of some kind that this would solve, maybe she's trying to learn about something he's kept hidden but is important to some dilemma they've encountered, maybe she's simply overheard him talking to himself and decided this was the simplest solution, take yr pick, the inciting incident is, well... incidental lmao)

and like, she's seeing what geralt sees, and she looks over and like... bam. jaskier, right there. while, irl, through her own eyes, she ABSOLUTELY sees+knows there's no one there

[flowercrown-bard]

Aghast, Jaskier pressed a hand to his chest, as he stared at Geralt, who looked as if he hadn't just admitted to the most heartbreaking thing the poet had ever heard.

"But in eighty years, not even once!" he exclaimed.

Calmly, Geralt shrugged.

"Didnt think it would be such a shock to you."

"Excuse me, of course it comes as a shock to hear that one of the kindest, sweetest, most lovely -"

Feeling his cheeks warm up, Geralt let out a half-hearted warning growl, that didn't do anything to stop Jaskier.

"- genuine people I have ever met, has never received flowers from anyone."

Heartbroken didn't even come close to the look on Jaskier's face, as he took Geralt's hand.

"I don't mind," Geralt said, forgetting to put the growl into his voice, as he stared dumbly at Jaskier's thumb rubbing circles into the back of his hand.

Jaskier huffed in indignation.

"Keep saying that, if you please, but I still think it's an I justice."

Letting go of Jaskier's hand felt like leaving home, yet Geralt didn't stop the bard, as he dropped his hand.

"My duty as your best friend is to care about you and make sure you're feeling properly appreciated, so -"

Never pausing in his speech, Jaskier squinted at the grass next to the road they were walking on.

"Oh!"

Perking up, Jaskier skipped ahead a couple of steps.

Quickly, he bent down and plucked something off the ground, immediately hiding it behind his back.

Raising an eyebrow, Geralt tried to silently ask Jaskier what he had found, but for once, Jaskier stayed silent.

Slowly, almost reverently, he waited for Geralt to catch up with him.

Then, he presented him with a bright purple flower.

Unsure what to do, Geralt only stood there dumbfounded.

"Very well," Jaskier sighed with a fond roll of his eyes, "guess I'll have to do it myself."

With that, he stepped closer, gently brushed Geralts hair behind his ear and ever so carefully tucked the flower behind it as well.

"Xeranthemum, also known as immortelles," Jaskier started to explain, caressing the blooms one last time before dropping his hand, "stand for things that are everlasting, just like us."

"You're staying with me then?" Geralt asked and even as he said it, he knew that it wasn't really a question.

"Zeugls, ghouls and selkimores combined wouldn't be able to make me leave your side," Jaskier said and slipped his hand once more into Geralt's, where it stayed for the rest of the day.

[yeraskier]

“i need your help,” my ass. geralt didnt need jaskier’s help at all when he came to him 2x07. like not one bit. he had jaskier bring ciri back to kaer morhen but that wasnt necessary.

i think (know!) he just wanted to keep jaskier safe after hearing about what happened with rience, and geralt being geralt, couldnt just be normal and say that.

that and he probably knew that if he barged in there under the pretenses of keeping jaskier safe, jaskier would tear him a fucking new one like “now you give a shit about my safety? not when you abandoned me on that fucking mountain?!?”

so saying “i need your help” was the easy route, because he knows jaskier would never deny him of this. but he didnt need jaskier’s help at all, he just needed him back.

he wanted him back. he wanted to protect him and he wanted jaskier in his life again.

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon - Hair Care

(A headcanon bonus scene based on the Ask by @thisiswhymomworries that was submitted to @penandinkprincess ) I have all my headcanons scheduled to be posted in a certain order, but screw it. This one gets to jump to the head of the line!

Jaskier is there, just introducing himself to all his new Witcher Friends when he sees Lambert for the first time. Jaskier could only stare as the red haired Witcher stumped into the Hall. Time seemed to slow as Jaskier's eyes took in the tragedy that was his hair. It was a crime! An atrocity! A travesty!

Had he never combed it?? What the h*ll did he wash it with, a cheap bar of soap? Did he even use conditioner? It was so dry and brittle looking! Oh, gods, were those...split ends?! Look at it! The frizz! Those poor curls! They were crying out for moisture!

The closer Lambert got the worse it looked. Hadn't anyone ever shown the poor thing how to properly take care of his hair?? At least how to comb it? Oh, this poor little orphan boy!

Jaskier *so hyperfocused on Lambert's hair that he can't processs what's going on around him.*

Lambert *glaring down at him*

Jaskier *standing there, short-circuting over the injustice that is Lambert's hair*

Lambert thinking Jaskier is shaking out of fear. It must have been the little sh*t's first time seeing a real, feral Witcher. He would rightfully be afraid. Lambert wasn't like Geralt. He wasn't handsome, or soft, or nice.

And he definitely had more self respect than to allow himself to be treated like a tame pet by an irritating little shite with no concept of personal space, no matter how pretty said little shite was.

Jaskier felt a hand grab the back of his doublet and drag him away. Geralt knew he wasn't frozen and shaking out of fear. No, that was Jaskier, with every fiber of his being, trying to suppress the urge to launch into one mother of a lecture. Geralt quickly dragged him away, for his own safety, and yeeted him into his room. As soon as Geralt closed the door, Jaskier was ranting.

Haven't any of you heard of proper hair and skin care??? How can you live like that? My gods! Did you see that-that utter tragedy??? I can hear his hair crying out for help, Geralt! It's begging to be saved!

Geralt just lets him rant, offering the obligatory 'Hmm' at the pauses in the ranting.

Jaskier gives the Witchers the benefit of the doubt and waits a few days to see if there is any improvement in their hair care routine. Perhaps he over reacted. They had been on the Path, and it was a bit difficult to keep up with proper hair care routines.

Alas, Lambert's hair continued to look a fright. If anything, it started to look worse. It had obviously been washed, sort of, but it looked like a gorse bush. Jaskier had seen healthier hair on a dog with mange.

He would bide his time. He would wait until an opportunity presented itself. And it did. It didnt' just knock, like most opportunities. This one kicked down the door with a battle scream and hurled itself upon him.

Jaskier was down in the hot springs, washing Geralt's hair for him. If he couldn't pamper Lambert's hair, he would do it vicariouly through Geralt's hair. By the time the other Witchers filtered in, Geralt's hair had been washed, conditioned, rinsed, had special oils combed through it, and had been scrunched into frizz free perfection. Jaskier was pleased to see that it had formed into it's natural bouncy waves.

Jaskier was feeling a little better now that Geralt's hair was taken care of to his satisfaction, until he looked at Lambert and his messed up hair. That was when he made a decision.

Jaskier had casually gotten out and started digging in his little basket of bath products. Everyone was distracted, sharing stories about their year on the Path. Geralt saw him casually moving around behind Lambert.

He caught his eye and discreetly crossed his arms in front of his body, hands open flat and facing down, then uncrossed them.

(Don't!)

Jaskier looked right at him with a feral look in his eye

(Don't you dare!)

Jaskier made an obcene gesture at him as he pretended to look for something in his basket, taking out what he was going to need.

Geralt could only watch helplessly as Jaskier armed himself.

The bard froze for a split second when he realized Eskel was watching him. That was it. He'd been caught. It was all over! To his utter delight, the scarred Witcher winked at him and gave him a small, encouraging twitch of his head.

Eskel suddenly asked Lambert if he could tell them about his favorite story from his year on the Path. Eskel had no idea what this fiesty little bard was going to do, but if it involved p*ssing off Lambert, he was all in!

Jaskier grinned, looking between Geralt, who was shaking his head 'no', and Eskel who was nodding his head 'yes'. There was no question, absolutely none, on who he was going to listen to.

Lambert was happily telling his second best story (you never told your best one first. Save the best for last and all that.). He was really getting into his story, enjoying being back at home, where he could relax and let his guard down because the only thing here that might kill him would be Coen's cooking.

He was just getting to the good part when Oppurtunity knocked. Knocked him straight into the water. Lambert was completely unprepared when Jaskier jumped on him from behind. The Witcher pitched forward and alligator death rolled in the water, trying to dislodge the bard.

The water churned and roiled as Lambert struggled, rolling and flailing as Jaskier aggressivley clung to his back while lathering up his hair with a special soap he'd brought from Oxenfurt. Jaskier was sceaming at him the whole time on how to properly wash his hair, pausing only when Lambert's thrashing took them under the water's surface. The lecture resumed the minute they bobbed back up.

The other Witchers were howling with laughter as Lambert frantically tried to shake Jaskier off. The way they were both thrashing and struggling, it looked more like Jaskier was wrestling an alligator than trying to wash a man's hair.

Lambert kept trying to jump out of the water, even clawing at the edge of the hot spring like a cat, but Jaskier was always there, somehow dragging him back in. All Lambert could think about was how surprisingly strong the little f**ker was.

Lambert breeched the water's surface like a humpback whale, before disappearing with a splash, Jaskier holding on for dear life as he scrubbed at the Witcher's hair. He started jumping and wiggling like a fish on the end of a line, desperate to shake Jaskier off. Lambert's brothers started judging the jumps on height and form.

Lambert eventually gave up. There was just no escape. Now he knew why Geralt seemed so permissive with his bard. The poor b**tard had been worn down by his relentlesness! He sat with a scowl as Jaskier lectured him on how to properly take care of his hair while he combed conditioning lotions throught his hair, rinsed, then worked special oils through his curls.

The other Witchers sat in interested silence as they watched Jaskier work. It was almost like magic, the way he tamed the tangled mass of Lambert's hair. They kept looking at Geralt, who was lounging in the water as if this was totally normal, which judging by how good his own waves looked, it was.

By the time Jaskier was finished, Lambert's hair was a beautiful mass of soft, shiny, bouncy curls that had formed little ringlets.

Lambert left the hot springs in a pink silk sleeping bonnet, still in shock and wondering what the h*ll had just happened. He did later admit (to himself because he was not going to say it out loud) that his hair looked d*mn good. Of course, there were days when he pruposefully didn't keep up with the routine, just to p*ss off the bard.

[open--till--midnight]

You mentiomed witcher oc and this idea came to my head so now im asking it for a request:)

Geralt x fem!witcher!Reader

Reader very new witcher and gets cold one night and decides to go to geralt's room and asks if they can share beds? maybe she was in the snow the whole day so she didnt get time to warm up, so the night cold makes her unable to sleep

If possible can this be nsfw? (Dom!geralt sub!reader?)

Body Heat

geralt x fem!witcher!reader

warnings | smut 18+, minors DNI

wc | 2k

a/n | i love this! i'm obsessed with the 'i'm cold and I need to be near you' trope

***

Most people didn’t believe in female witchers, you didn’t even think it was possible until you became one. The trials had been excruciating and truth was, nobody knew if you would even survive. Vesemir had worked out a new formula, one that your body could handle. For a time, you thought you were dying, but in the end, you had survived. 

You were new to this, and if you were being honest with yourself, you had no clue what you were doing. For your first year on the path, Geralt would be right there beside you. It was a strange time for you. Everything had changed. Your body was brand new, and it was like you had to relearn everything. Your favorite change also happened to be the one that bothered you the most. Enhanced senses. You could now hear things so clearly, but that also meant that Geralt’s snoring was borderline unbearable. Your new sense of smell made all your favorite foods and flowers smell ten times as nice, but that also meant that foul smells were worse as well. There was a caveat to everything, but you figured you’d manage. 

You and Geralt left Kaer Morhen early that spring. The snow had melted, yet the temperature had not yet risen. By this point, you had been walking all day to reach the next town by sunset. You had not been making good progress. 

The light rain had softened the dirt beneath your feet, making walking almost impossible. Even your horses were having trouble. 

“The sun is going to set soon. We should set up camp.” 

“We’re not going to try and make it?” 

“It’s not worth it. Let’s get some rest.” Geralt seemed to be in some sort of mood. You couldn’t really blame him. The bitter spring air and the light breeze were now freezing the rain, and it was painful against your cheeks and ungloved hands. Every year you said you’d buy a pair, and every year you had forgotten.

Geralt had trouble getting the fire to light and stay burning. And by the time you were eating what little food you had, the first snowflakes fell. 

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You dusted a chunk of snow off of your bread, sneering at it when it stuck to the ground instead of melting.

Geralt just sighed, pulling his hood further over his head. You copied his actions after you shoved the rest of your food into your mouth, then pulled your limbs in as tight as you could while laying down on the sleeping mat.

Sleep did not come easily that night. You were too busy brushing snow off of your face and mat. Though with your new hearing, you could tell that Geralt had fallen asleep. His heartbeat gave it away first, but then you caught a glimpse of his face through the unlit wet logs of the fire and he looked blissful. At least one of you was.

By the morning, the snow came halfway up to your knee. You groaned as you unburied yourself, standing up to help Geralt pack everything onto your horses. Not that you’d be able to ride them in these conditions. Hopefully, you would reach the village soon. 

An hour in and you were soaked. The snow had picked up again, and it showed no signs of slowing. When you looked at Geralt, you couldn’t read his face, as usual. You wondered if he was as uncomfortable as you. Were witchers even supposed to get cold? You didn’t know, and to be honest, you were too embarrassed to ask.

Your feet were starting to go numb, and it was impairing your ability to walk. But you tried your best to not let Geralt see. Before you tucked your hands into your pockets, you could see how little your fingers could actually move. It was like your hand had frozen. You knew that was a foolish thought, and you pushed it out of your head, clenching your fists in your pockets instead.

When the sun reached its peak in the sky, you saw the village. The guards at the gate gave you no trouble when entering, which you knew was all too rare. After securing two rooms at the inn, you knew you would be looking for contracts. Geralt had told you that at least for now you would be going on contracts together. For learning and for safety. You didn’t exactly have the same amount of training that the witcher boys had.

After picking up a contract and consulting the local alderman, you retired to the inn. You shared a much needed warm meal with Geralt. Under the table, your feet burned. The heat of the nearby hearth was too hot for your frozen toes. It worried you, despite that, you said nothing. When the night ended and you reached your rooms, you exchanged goodnights and went your separate ways.

The room was poorly lit, with only a few candles littered about the room, not even a lantern in sight. You threw your bag at the foot of the bed and went to crouch in front of the fireplace.

Of course you had been trained with witchers signs, but you were still learning. You arranged your fingers into the sign and focused all your energy into it. But all you got was a spark. It took you three more tries to get a small flame. One which you barely managed to turn into a suitable fire. Once satisfied, you quickly changed into one of Geralt’s old shirts and tucked yourself under the covers. 

The sounds of patrons singing and yelling were too loud in your ears and the pillow did little to drown them out. And your hands and feet still stung with cold. You felt like you could cry. But you didn’t. You pulled on a pair of trousers and made your way to Geralt’s room.

He was at the door the second after your first knock. His hair was sticking up in the back and his eyes were somewhat squinted. You felt bad about the intrusion, but your desperate need for warmth trumped your feelings of guilt. 

“Geralt, I’m freezing. Is it ok if I sleep with you tonight?”

“Yeah, sure.” Well, he didn’t sound so sure. You wrote it off as due to his sleepy state.

When the bed dipped beside you, you sat up so your back was against the headboard. He did the same.

“You know, I don’t think that witchers are supposed to get that cold.”

“Yeah? Well, I guess the mutagens didn’t get the memo, Geralt.” 

“I guess not. Come here.” 

The witcher opened his arms for you, letting you squeeze yourself into his side, savoring his warmth. For a moment, you thought you smelled something strange in the air. You brushed it off, wrapping your legs around his in an attempt to get even closer to his warmth. 

In an act of intimacy, unknown between you and Geralt, he kissed the top of your head, holding it close to his chest. When his grip loosened, you pulled back to look at him. And in his eyes, you found the warmth you so desperately needed. In a reckless act, you leaned forward. 

Geralt quickly got the hint and closed the distance between the two of you. His lips were rough, but pleasantly so. They contrasted with yours just unlike the way your calloused hands brushed over his scar puckered skin.

Immediately after you pulled apart, you pinpointed the smell you had noticed. It was the smell of sex. Was your sense of smell that strong? Was it from a couple in another room? Was that what you were smelling? 

You grinned at him, with an air of anxiety crossing your features. Geralt got the hint and lifted you over him and onto his lap. You immediately felt the bulge in his trousers poking into your heated core.

“Is that what I’m smelling?”

A knowing nod from the witcher, “I can smell you, too.”

“Gods that’s hot.”

Geralt once again captured your lips in a passionate kiss. And in your mind, you had no idea why this was happening. You hadn’t even given Geralt a second look before, but all of a sudden you were overcome with powerful feelings for him.

He had a powerful grip on your ass as he ground you down into him. He swallowed the meek whimper you let out at the action, continuing an arousing rhythm while licking into your mouth.

“Gods, I want you, Geralt.”

“Be patient, love. Just wait.”

Rough hands worked their way under your shirt, feeling every inch of you before giving your breasts a gentle squeeze. When he went to lift up your shirt, you immediately shut down. Your face heated, too.

“Something wrong?”

“No, it’s just- it’s been a while and I-”

“I understand. Let me know when I can.”

His hands continued roaming your body as his lips kissed your neck and your collarbones through your shirt. He was tender when he kissed over the peaks of your breasts, and at that you tapped his shoulder, giving him the go-ahead. 

The expression of pure admiration never left his face when he lifted the shirt off of your body. His hands stilled on your hips as he kissed his way from your sternum to your lips. Your hands moved from his shoulders, frantically trying to get his shirt off of him. He obliged and then lay you down in front of him. He pulled your trousers off, leaving only a thin layer of fabric between him and you. Reaching out, you tugged on his waistband. When he stood, he relieved himself of both layers, revealing his impressive length. You quickly removed your final layer and lay out on the bed for him.

He laughed at your expression while positioning you on the bed below him. He left a sloppy trail of kisses down your stomach until he reached your cunt. His fingers were skillful when they breached you, and after a few seconds, he started to thrust them in and out of you. You reached down to get a firm grip in his hair; he took the hint and his tongue circled your clit a few times before sucking. When your hips bucked, Geralt threw an arm over your hips, holding you down while he made quick work of you.

You came embarrassingly fast. Using your hands to shield your face after letting out a final moan while coming down from your high.

“Uh uh, pretty girl. Let me see your face.”

You wondered if he could feel the heat radiating off your cheeks. No, no, you were overthinking again. The witcher kissed wherever he could, giving you the proper time to pull yourself back together.

He laughed when you pulled on his hair once more. “Impatient, aren’t we?”

“I just need you, please.”

You could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against your stomach, pre-cum creating a sticky trail. Geralt, once again, inserted his fingers into you. 

“Your cock, Geralt, please.”

“Patience, love.”

He worked you for a while, thumbing your clit with an intense pressure. When he felt you’d had enough, he replaced his fingers swiftly with his cock. Almost immediately, Geralt created an excruciating pace. Hard and fast, hitting your sweet spot every single time. When your hand went down to play with your clit, he swatted your hand away, circling it himself while adding increasing and decreasing pressure. You were all fucked out and blissful. 

The sweet sounds coming from the large man went straight to your core. In turn, you responded with sighs and moans while pressing your lips against his neck. When your noises came faster and louder, Geralt put more pressure into his circles around your clit. You swore you could see stars obstructing your view of the witcher’s face.

With one final thrust, your orgasm ripped through you. Your nails found a place on Geralt’s back, definitely leaving marks in their wake. His deep groan let you know that he didn’t mind it. His thrusts became sloppy, he began pounding frantically, chasing his high.

You were positive that if nobody in the inn had heard you yet, they had now. Geralt spilled into you with a loud groan and collapsed onto your chest, pressing sloppy kisses where he could.

“Geralt?”

“Yes?”

“I’m not cold anymore.”

The witcher laughed, pulling you into his chest, “That’s good to hear.”

[medicinal-doll]

Be Quiet, Doll

Title: Be quiet, doll

Vampire!Daddy!Bucky x little!reader (Featuring: Vampire!Daddy!Geralt and Vampire!Daddy!Ari)

Words》.700

Summary: You and buck are having some private little girl and daddy time.But it seems bucky isn't too bothered by getting caught.

Warnings: Dub-con/non-con, teasing,degradation,Daddy kink,exhibitionism, ddlg dynamic,dom/sub dynamic,cohersion,slight mindbreak,rough sex,p in v sex

A/N: I was gonna write some build up but this felt more natural to me

*Please don't repost without permission If you use my writing as inspiration please ask first and credit me

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Whimpers and moans filled the room as you rode your master. your hips clashing together in a horribly delicious way "B-Bucky No stop-" you say trying to push his chest away from you in a pitiful way. he just laughs at you before grabbing your wrists and driving his hips harder into that spot he knows makes you weak in the knees "Daddy- No! Papa's are gonna hear it!" You moan as he glares at you with devilish eyes "Maybe that's what I want baby" he tilts his head at you in a mocking way "let's be honest with ourselves here doll" " it's not the first time your daddys have heard you screaming your lungs out like A little slut in heat now is it?"

You bury your head into buckys shoulder and sob in defeat, still fighting the shameless moans that spill from your mouth "it's not like that!" "You're making me like this" you cry into his shoulder bucky lifts your head up with his gloved metal palm being suspiciously gentle

"Oh doll..." he gives you a sincere look with his hauntingly blue eyes "You were ruined the day we found you" your eyes widen at his words before he flips you over and pounds your sweet spot mercilessly with his cock till your eyes roll to the back of your skull.

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"Hey Ger do you hear something upstairs?" Ari curiously questions turning his head to face the tall man casually leaning against the expensive countertop reading the daily paper as per usual "If you mean the sounds of our little girl getting her brains fucked out" "then yeah I kinda noticed that" Ari just smiles to himself and takes a slow sip of his afternoon tea "wanna go be nosy?" he says followed by A mischievous smirk. geralt suddenly loses all interest in today's article tossing the paper to the side then heading up the dark oakwood staircase with the brunette following close behind him.

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"AH!- Ahn mhnm..." you cling onto the luxurious couch your nails carving noticable dent marks into it while bucky holds one of your legs into the air aiming to penetrate deeper into your soaked core, And then the door busts wide open and all the color leaves your face as you lock eyes with Ari's overjoyed expression "Well! look at what we have here !" Ari gloats honored at the erotic event his girl has so generously put on display "buck you didnt lock the fucking door!" You say shooting him an angry glare "why would I when you look so cute-" Ari interjects "Oh come on now, don't be so modest sweetheart" me and geralt just wanted to enjoy the show" He says plopping down on the very couch your getting plowed on.

You turn your pleading eyes to face geralt since he's the only one in this mansion who ever seems to have any damn sense.but you are quickly disappointed when he leans against the door frame with hungry eyes practically begging for buck to continue destroying your little princess cunt.And bucky is all too eager to grant Geralts wish.

Bucky pushes you onto all fours giving the two gentlemen the best view.His strong arm grabs A fistful of your strawberry scented hair and the other has an unshakeable grip on your ample hips.He roughly thrusts into you at a painfully slow cruel pace, hips loudly clapping together after each thrust. choked cries leave your mouth, while Ari softly caresses your tear stained cheeks kissing them every now and then while whispering encouraging words laced with fake sympathy. "Its okay you're alright honey" he kisses your forehead as buck delivers a particularly agonizing deep thrust into your tiny pussy and you yelp in a high pitched tone "your doing so good baby that's it"

He pets your head and rakes over your trembling body with demonicly dark eyes "take it like a good little girl". Your eyes start to lose focus and an adorable pout takes over your expression.

"I know it's big honey daddy knows" each thrust leaves you more susceptible to ari's cohersion and you nod your head up at him drinking in every poison sentence he says. your eyes drift back to geralt one more time and he nods at you knowingly fully aware of your condition and state of mind. And with that last look, your head finally slips and everything's all bright, warm, and fuzzy especially the tingling between your legs.

[cosmos-coma]

What do you think witchers will do when reader somehow ✨️falls✨️ into the Witcher universe? I'm just wondering 😂

Oooh, *knuckle crack* here we go. We’re gonna do some bullet points so it’s not too long of a post. Also I’m definitely taking “falling” into literal context. For shits and giggles of course.

Read below the cut!

Geralt

- knowing your luck you probably fall into Geralt while he’s out on a contract.

- He’s out in Skellige, on the outskirts of a coastal town, taking care of a siren nest that got built a little too close. When your dumb ass falls from the sky with a burst of purple energy He hadn’t seen before.

- you fell into the cold ocean water amidst all the fighting, floundering as you were NOT prepared for this. NO SIR, you were reading a book about the Witcher. “Ah, how nice it would be to live in a world like that you whispered.” And GODS BE DAMNED, ONE OF THEM MUST HAVE HEARD YOU.

- after all the threats are taken care of, Geralt helps you further into shore, and wraps you in a spare tunic. His medallion barely hums, left overs from whatever magic must have brought you here. But you seemed human, so no threat there.

- He sounds irritated (as always) but agrees to help you find your way home and help you establish yourself. He swears you’re from Toussiant, based on your... funny clothes for the time period, but no judgement there. You explain to him that you have no home and so he agrees to watch over you for the season, little did he know you would both get too attached to be separated come winter.

Eskel

- With Eskel, you had been feeling rather downtrodden that evening, the world was not going your way and it felt lonely the more you delt with things by yourself. “why couldn’t i have led a simpler life?” you said whistfully, eyes glancing to your Desktop game TW3. “ah, what I wouldn’t give-”

- You didnt have time to finish before you were literally dropped on a broad shouldered man setting up camp in the woods.

- “OOF, FUCK” you yelled, you were definitly gonna have a stiff back tomorrow. and oh... hello... you know this face.

- Eskel is Bewildered because some lady just fell on him in the middle of the woods? but also by your groan of pain he figured you didn’t do this of your own accord. after carefully rolling you off him he tended to any wounds you might have.

- Ever the gentleman, Eskel is, that when you explain that you have nowhere to go he happily offers to let you ride with him until you find a place that you think you’d like to settle down.

- Little did he realize that He was exactly where you’d like to stay. Always.

Lambert

- You appear in the witcher world in what you thought was a dream at first, but the way that the soft moss of the forest floor comes up and slams into your face as you fall into the middle of the woods says other wise. “Fuck that hurt...”

- Lambert, who had been out hunting for dinner around the keep, spied you fall from no where and land with a thud in the moss and pine needles.Quickly riding over on horseback he peers down at you for a bit, making sure you were no threat.

- “What you’re not gonna help a fucking lady up? Rude.” you shunned him and he instantly knew what love was. He led you back to the keep to make sure you were alright and had a place to stay for the coming winter.

- Lambert made sure to bother you all the time then, just so he could hear your snarky remarks back at him. Didn’t stop you from making your own quips and bothering him back though.

- from then on, despite you two relentlessly bothering each other every day, you were inseparable and spent the whole winter together, even heading out on the path together from then on.