#geralt of rivia story

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 136

Contrary to popular belief, Jaskier was the one who said no to riding a horse. Jaskier willingly walks alongside Geralt and Roach. Because Jaskier is afraid of riding horses. Don't get him wrong! He loves horses! Just not being on them as they run 48 kilometers per hour. When Jaskier sprains his ankle walking, however, Geralt decides enough is enough and it's time to teach him how to ride and help him face his fear. Jaskier sits in front of Geralt on top of Roach as Geralt teaches him how to ride, and every time Jaskier gets too nervous, Geralt will hear his heartbeat tick up, and he'll hug him, or praise him, and Jaskier will calm again. Jaskier's been getting better. To the point that Geralt can now just walk alongside Roach and Jaskier, hand resting on Jaskier's leg or back. Geralt decides to surprise Jaskier with his own horse! Geralt finds something sturdy and gentle, but also pretty, knowing his bard will love to comb and braid the horse, and will want to show it off. It's a white horse, which certainly won't stay white on the road, but then again, Jaskier will most likely delight in cleaning the horse and admiring it's sheen when it's washed. Geralt presents Jaskier with his horse, and Jaskier is overjoyed. Sobbing with happiness, hugging and kissing the horse, and Geralt has never been more in love with his bard. The first time Jaskier rides his own horse, they go at a very gentle slow pace, as the horse seems unsure about being ridden. Jaskier cajoles and consoles it through it all, and soon enough they're riding at steady paces, both Jaskier and his horse now feeling safe and brave enough to go at a normal pace, sometimes even a bit faster. Geralt is happy. Until one day, big white wings materialize on the sides of Jaskier's horse, and the damn thing takes off with Jaskier still on it. Shit.

[slowpokegamer]

Finally properly figuring out how to draw Geralt 🫶

[yandere-sins]

HELLO HAPPY NEW YEAR.... i would like to request a continuation of that super yummy quiet!reader/yandere!geralt piece you posted a year back? there's so much horny potential.... please i, i need to know what happens next,, i beseech you,, perhaps with him taunting reader and using it against them later, like you wrote?? or eVEN... him taking off the collar ONLY when he's fucking them where other people can hear/see them so everybody thinks reader's absolutely into it?? thank you sm either way <3

Thank you for requesting! I kept this request for a while to think about it, so sorry for the long wait! ^^

[Part 1]

Warning: Yandere, Sexual Content (Grinding, Thigh Job, Fingering, Teasing, Public Indecency (and getting caught), Humiliation), AFAB!Reader, Darling Breaking

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"Enough teasing," Geralt grunted, leaning forward and forcing you to bend over the table with him.

You whimpered as the exciting pleasure of the grind was interrupted, mewled even, as his hips separated from yours. Now that you had decided to enjoy this, use him as much as he used you for his own desires, he tore apart the connection between you two? Unfair!

With your hands braced on top of the table, you pushed your body back, earning yourself the satisfaction of feeling his cock perfectly molded against your sex again. Geralt gave a surprised groan before he chuckled, his hands that had fallen from your waist returning to your sides as he lifted you up and forward as he needed you.

"Getting greedy now, eh?" he teased, and with no chance to voice your discontent, you huffed. But the dissatisfaction turned into another bolt of pleasure very quickly as Geralt bucked his hips, sending you chest down on the table but with your sex quivering in delight. You didn't know what he was doing behind you as he began fiddling with something out of sight. But if he wanted teasing, he could have it, and shaking your ass as you glanced back at him had more than the desired effect, the apparent redness across Geralt's face spreading to his ears while he reached up to stiffle a groan with his hand.

You saw his other arm moving below your butt, but he collected his composure so quickly—gripping your waist hard with his free hand and slamming you back into his lap—that you had no time to realize what he was doing. Not until you felt it, that is, hard and throbbing between your thighs.

Twisting your torso around, you gave him an appalled look, almost gasping out the question of how he could bare himself in such a crowded place. But your cut off voice was met with a smirk as Geralt nodded his head to the side, knowing fully well what you were meant to say without needing to hear it.

"Not like we're the only ones fooling around, Sweetheart."

Biting your lip, you glanced at the tables around you, trying not to stare and not to be too obvious as you checked out the whores. You saw glimpses of skin under the tables, hands where they shouldn't be stuck. Some lap-sitting ladies were rolling their hips suspiciously, biting their lips and letting their heads fall back. They looked happy, excited—almost like you.

It was your turn for the heat to spread across your whole face, burning at the tips of your ears as you realized others were having fun out in the open without any sense of shame and dignity. And you were one of them now, Geralt grinding your hips up and down his length. You felt every drag as if it was inside you, your thighs abused as a sex toy while your cunt throbbed desperately, yearning to have his cock shoved into you deeply.

The trousers you wore covered you enough from curious eyes that licked their lips at the salacious sight of you two getting it on, but not from the precum and slick that spread and stained the fabric, your panties soaking wet as your hips were slammed into Geralts over and over.

You couldn't tell anyone how disgusted you felt by your own body's reaction. How much you resented Geralt for turning you into public entertainment, abusing your needs for his own pleasure. You wanted to scream and shout at him, but even more so, you wanted the sweet release from this nightmare. The grinding was fine and dandy, but you needed more stimulation to get rid of the pent-up frustration, even if it meant overcoming your own disgust.

Reaching down, you grabbed one of his hands, wrapping your entire palm around his fingers. He didn't seem to mind you holding on to him for support, but Geralt hummed questioningly as he noticed you trying to drag his grip forward rather than away from you. He let go immediately, allowing you to do whatever you wanted with his hand, curious and devoted to you as he was. And when you placed his palm against your exposed belly, you heard him chuckle behind you as he noticed your unbuttoned pants.

You were relieved that he caught on so quickly. Relieved for the first time that you didn't need to shamefully say what you wanted aloud. And most importantly: Relieved as you felt his hand sink into your panties, greeted with the wet and hot mess that was your pussy. He found your clit with no problem, probed, and massaged it as your walls clenched miserably around nothing. His own pleasure halted, his cock throbbing and bobbing between your thighs impatiently. But like an eager scholar, Geralt fixated on your pleasure that you had denied him for so long.

His hand was bulging out your pants as he played stimulating pranks on your nub. The transition from his fingers pulling and teasing to his thumb working your clit into a hot mess was so seemless, you only noticed his wandering hands as they began exploring your entrance.

You both let out a blissful moan as he slipped the first two digits into you, your body immediately yearning for more. But when you spread your legs even a little to accompany his large hand, giving it easier access, he immediately stopped, his hand digging into your waist, growing firm.

"Keep them together. Don't be mean."

You gritted your teeth, your instincts trained well on defiance, but Geralt—quite literally—had the upper hand, not helping you as long a you weren't helping him. Reluctantly, knowing fully well you'd not get as much depth and stimulation as you wanted if you closed your legs, you did as you were told, feeling surprised as Geralt bucked his hips first before putting his fingers into motion. He grunted, satisfied, as you squeezed your thighs around his cock again, thinking to yourself that the fabric couldn't possibly be a comforting feeling against the sensitive skin, but he didn't seem to mind.

Steadying you across your chest with his free arm, Geralt leaned back, taking you with him. Now there was much more space and freedom for both of you to get the pleasure you deserved, and while you barely kept your moans behind clasped teeth and bitten lips, Geralt buried his face in your shoulder, his husky voice shaking through your whole body as if spoken directly to your soul.

"That's right, squeeze them as tightly as you squeeze my fingers. Do you like that? My fingers inside you? You're so wet; I'd have fucked you much earlier if I knew you liked it that much. Guess you're not so pure are you? Hiding this sweet, wet cunt from me all this time?"

Tears welled up in your eyes as Geralt exposed you, laying bare that you were, at the end of the day, just a human with needs and longing for satisfaction like any other. You wished you could have been more virtuous, needing less of him than you did at that moment, but he was so right, knowing fully well that if he were to stop caressing you, you'd become a pitiful, begging mess. At that moment, you were no better than these whores who enjoyed the attention they got a little too much. You wanted it all and wanted it now, getting greedier by the second.

"Time to admit it, Babe," he mumbled, planting a goose-bump erecting kiss to the nape of your neck as he made your spine curve, handling your body as he wanted. You were so close to the edge as he bucked his hips upwards as hard as he could, using the leverage to place his hand beneath your slit, perfectly situated for you to plummet on it, giving you the most earth-shattering orgasm you had ever experienced. No playing with yourself, imagining uncouth scenarios of depravity in your head, could have prepared you for this.

And in the most inappropriate, vulnerable moment, you felt your throat tightening before the magical collar snapped off, loudly letting an uncontained, unfiltered moan, followed by a still dazed, "Fuck, yes!" echo through the tavern.

Around you, things got awkwardly quiet; hushed voices and clearing of throats could be heard while you felt Geralt shake behind you, his own hot mess spilling over your thighs, some shooting against your belly. You faced the wooden table, gasping for air as you rode the waves of your miserable orgasm. Only when someone next to you remarked mockingly, "Well, someone's having fun here," did you feel the shame and embarrassment tremble through your body, tears overflooding your eyes and dripping onto the wood as chuckles and laughter went through the patrons.

Geralt sighed blissfully while you wouldn't dare to lift your head from the humiliation. It seemed like no big deal to him, and the opinions of these people shouldn't have mattered much to you, either. They were just as undignified and driven by their needs as you were, but since they didn't need to hide it, they at least knew how to keep it to themselves. Other than you, who had just lost the losing game of caving into Geralt's obsession for your own needs.

"I think you two should go," someone said sternly in front of you, and you recognized the barmaid's voice, a sob eluding you. There was so much scorn and distaste in the way she said it, so much dismissal rather than concern about you. And perhaps, a little bit of jealousy. Another sob escaped before you could use your hand to muffle yourself. Still, the barmaid either didn't hear or cared about it, putting the final nail in the coffin for you. "You're making the others uncomfortable."

Uncomfortable? You were fucking humiliated!

"Alright, alright," Geralt said unconfrontationally, pushing you up and off his lap, your trousers still covered in stains and cum, as well as tears that kept falling from your eyes as you couldn't get yourself to look up and face the mockery of the people that thought you enjoyed this abuse. Which you did, and you hated yourself for it. Geralt quickly got himself situated again before grabbing the collar and your wrist, pulling you off the bench and after him as he made you do a walk of shame out of the tavern.

You heard every snicker, every snarky comment. All the whispers about what kind of bitch you were and how only someone like you could stand being a "Witcher's Toy". Geralt didn't seem to mind. Not enough to stop and defend your honor, clear up the misunderstanding, and make you feel better. He didn't even seem to care about your tears and shame when you two finally reached Roach, mistaking the droplets on your face for the rain that poured down.

Still, he wrapped you tightly in a blanket and made sure you went on top of the horse first before taking his seat behind you, holding you tightly against him. You couldn't help but lean into his chest willingly for the first time in a long while, exhausted and still crying. The silence as you two rode down the muddy street and off into the forest to find shelter from the rain made what just happened even more shameful. It made you feel used, even though it had been you who wanted to use Geralt for once. You wanted to say something just to break the ice, but you couldn't find the words even without the collar.

It took another hour until you three stumbled over an abandoned house, dirty and full of bugs but good enough for shelter from the rain. Geralt helped you off Roach before making sure she was settled beneath a wooden roof. She was happy to just be out of the rain, and he took your hand and secured the inside of the house first before getting you two dry as well. Even with him starting a fire, you felt frozen to the bone, partially because of the rain and partially because you felt completely dead inside, worn down and empty. Where you had once been filled with life, defiance, dignity, and strength, everything seemed to have poured out of you together with the orgasm and the humiliation that followed.

"Take your clothes off, you're soaked."

Gripping the blanket tightly around you, you kept standing there as Geralt stoked the fire, waiting for you to simply obey and do as you were told. "Come on," he urged when he noticed you were unresponsive. "You'll catch a cold."

But even so, you couldn't let go of the cover.

Even when you felt like everything was cruel and meaningless, you couldn't obey him. He, who had wronged you so many times, made a fool out of you to the point where you didn't even care. Geralt rose from the firepit, standing before you as you two stared at each other in silence. That night, boundaries had been crossed. Things had been done that couldn't be forgotten. Your life had collapsed under the weight of his obsession, and you didn't know how to rebuild the crumbled sense of self you felt.

Geralt raised his hand, brushing his knuckles along your cheek, a mix of concern and affection in his expression as he caressed you.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, his voice a small rumble. "I couldn't help it. Seeing you look at other people, not hearing you say how good it felt—I couldn't help any of it."

Your tears were still hot as they ran down your cheeks, and this time, Geralt had to notice them as they dripped over his hand. He halted, a moment of sadness flashing in his eyes before he leaned down, kissing you as if to comfort you. As if anything he gave you truly brought you any solace—you learned it the hard way that night. His hands fell to your shoulders, gripping the blanket you held onto so tightly, pulling and stretching it until he could free it from your grasp and make it fall to the ground.

"I can't help loving you even more every second we are together," he whispered against your lips, and a sob escaped you, muffled by the kiss. You didn't want to be loved by him, didn't want to be comforted or caressed. You wished you had never met him as you stood there, forced to allow him to undress you so you wouldn't catch a cold. Forced to be spooned by his naked body to stay warm and forced to be taken care of by him even though you wanted to throw up from the feeling of his skin against yours.

"And I'll never stop loving you," he assured you as you lay in his suffocating hug, crying and sobbing, your whole body shaking in disgust and shame.

Praying to any god that could hear you, begging to end your misery.

[awitcheress]

What if Geralt crashes both mentally and physically after every single contract, and crashes even harder if he's injured. This started the moment he went out on the path.

The only solace is physical touch, but most of that he has to pay for.

Even so, it's tinged with the smell of fear and disgust from even the whores.

His life's been hellish. Disdain, hatred, suspicion and ridicule has been his life.

Enter, Jaskier. Light, touch, friendship. But does Geralt dare to trust after so many decades of hatred?

[waterflowing-under-ground]

Geralt and Dandelion in the books:

- 2 badass and competent professionals in their own fields who have great chemistry right from the start of their relationship

- bond over philosophy and literature and a mutual desire and need to roam and travel

- are friends because they just genuinely enjoy each other's company, love, care about, and respect each other

- go out of their way, often to great personal risk, to help each other

- A close, platonic relationship between two adult men who are comfortable being physically close with each other (which includes sharing a bed quite often)

- share personal and financial resources when they travel together

- feel comfortable enough to read each other for filth and be honest about what they see in the other's life choices, and feel free to tell the other what they need to hear (but don't want to hear) in terms of life and relationship advice.

- close until the (literal) end even though there were still some residual relationship issues between them (with the Dutchess Anna Henrietta situation) which the reader is left hoping would have been worked through eventually had they been given the time. And even this wasn't enough to make them want to stop being close. 🥹😭

Geralt and Jaskier on the TV show:

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Four: Geralt Rivia + Love Bites

Geralt has been different recently. He's willing to touch you in the public streets wherever you roam. It could be that Geralt almost lost you a few months ago. He's intent on keeping you at his side, protecting you from the little things.

It continues when you three enter a tavern already too cramped. The stares at the white-haired witcher are usual to him, but he can feel their dirty eyes graze over your fair body, sending sparks of rage. He holds onto you possessively and keeps you close to his side.

When the three of you sit at a table, Geralts gets you practically in his lap when the barmaid comes over with three ales.

You aren't used to the treatment but won't say anything. Just because you aren't used to the treatment doesn't mean that you don't love the hell out of it. You may just want to know where the hell it stems from.

You will get your answer soon enough. When a young lad no bigger than Jaskier comes over. Drunken stumbles and breath that has your eyes winching. Geralt has been summoned away, just a few tables away, but now that he's not there and neither is Jaskier, your skin crawls with angst and disgust as the young man tries his hardest to sit at the table. He scratches the chair against the floor and makes the table jerk with sloppy movement.

"Well, aren't you just a pretty lass." He says drunkenly across the table. You nod your head, unsure how to get out of this situation. Geralt has always told you that people are worse than monsters.

"Monsters are monsters for a reason. They are born that way. People are not. They are born with nothing but the knowledge thrown at them. People are unpredictable." It probably was not meant to sound scary, but something about knowing what people can do as you itch to get out of your seat.

It's not that you have to worry long; Geralt is by your side in a matter of seconds. You hadn't been able to feel his eyes graze over to the small table or how rage filled his body and bones at the thought of you having some random scum of a man touch you. The drunk young man stumbles as he jumps up to leave the table and the tavern together.

"I can't leave you for more than a few moments, can I?" Geralt asks. His voice is smooth and velvety as he whispers into your ear. His body is still shaking with rage, but he knows a better way than puffing out his chest and making a fool of himself in the small tavern.

He grabs your hands softly and leads you to the small rooms above the tavern. "What am I to do with you love?" He asks, you know full well that it isn't a question its more of a outside thought. Theres a few things he could do to you, he could have you strip down to your bare, beautiful skin. Lay you down on the bed and fuck you still. The tavern owner knocked on the door, asking the two of you to keep quiet.

Or he could lay you gently down on the pillows and blankets, pull the most core from your waist, and suck your pretty little neck until you are littered with bruises of purples and blues. He decided on that. Your correct slips from your body with ease as you are placed into Geralt's lap instead.

Large hands holding your spine straight and neck to the side. Your own hairs find the smooth texture of his white hair as you hold on for dear life. Geralt's cock is begging for attention, but for now, all he cares about is marking you as his. Let everyone know you belong to him tomorrow morning when your neck is full of purples, blues, and fading yellows. No drunk man will come to bother you at your table any longer.

Hell, Geralt will probably let you leave a few of your own reminders behind his body, too.

"You're mine, and I'm yours." He'd whisper against your skin before pressing soft and sweet kisses against the supple skin.

Completed on: 07/30/24

Posted on: 10/04/24

Kinktober 24-

[thenighthawk]

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

this is the kinda geralt that will spend all his money on a leather jacket that gradually gets destroyed over the course of the day

[vulpinesaint]

kind of unfortunate that so many fantasy epics are also war novels because i will be honest i just do not like war novels that much... the grand clashing of forces is compelling obviously but it requires characters to talk about so much practical battle strategy and while i can get my brain to comprehend all these fantasy maps and kingdoms and borders and battalions and front lines and army movements it takes up. so much space in the book. feels like i'm fighting a war of my own trying to get through it sometimes

[ravelqueen]

I wish there were more fics about people talking about/ finding out why Geralt is so much stronger than other witchers, simply because that whole twice-grassed thing is so fucked up when you think about it! Like who the fuck goes "well this boy did a really good job in the torture chamber time for round two!"

(Though I do like the whole head-canon that that whole shit fucked up his voice so bad that he stopped being talkative hmhmm the Angst, delicious)

[revoevokukil]

This is the original ending of The Witcher 3 where Ciri chooses to go through with a ritual on Undvik in order to close the passages between worlds and dies in the process (along Avallac'h).

I think it's incredible.

[hanzajesthanza]

>sapkowski intended ciri to be evil

>vilgefortz is also evil (clearly, and of a greater magnitude)

>geralt kills vilgefortz and goes down the staircase with ciri

>geralt chose the lesser evil… again

[slowpokegamer]

I was talking about this last night in my groupchat, but I've been in shambles lately thinking about how fresh little 19 year old baby Dandelion was ready to fucking DIE alongside Geralt during the short story "The Edge of the World"

Like he just met this white haired bozo. Geralt was about to convince the elves to SPARE him and Dandelion was like "KILL ME TOO OR ELSE I'LL SET THE WORLD AGAINST YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!!"

I can't breathe, he's somehow just the stupidest motherfucker in the world and also somehow the most LOYAL ASS BITCH IN EXISTENCE. He loves his friends so much, he loves GERALT, so much 😭😭 He was gonna get revenge for Geralt if the elves killed him through whatever means he was able to and he was 100% serious on that threat

He literally barely knew Geralt and he was ready to give up EVERYTHING, he immediately decided he was going to be bonded to this broody asshole for the rest of his life and THATS EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED

I care about them so much. They make me want to start tearing up carpets, I'm gonna be sick /pos

[lauraraymondstarfish]

💦💦🥒🥵😍

[cowboygenesis]

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summary: geralt begrudgingly accepts a monster contract issued to him by a strange girl, thinking it to be an opportunity for some quick coin. nothing goes as planned.

chapter 1: redanian ale

chapter 2: sign from the skies

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chapter 2: a sweet brew ♡

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gale dekarios

⤷﹐18+ fatum | two-shot ♡ ☾ ✴

summary: you've loathed each other since the dawn of his first arrival. it never should've worked, but somehow, as you find yourself chest-to-chest within a sunken crypt with no way out, your feelings finally surface— and gods, do they cut deep.

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geralt of rivia

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[haleynwriter]

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