Can you hear me, SOS.

Help me put my mind to rest.

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Winner

A Captain Syverson Drabble

Character Pairing: Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: 860

Warnings: 18+. Smutty talk and language. A cocky Sy. 

A/N: My dash has been filled with the Captain here lately and my thirst needed some quenching. 

“Bartender, two tequilas.” 

You looked to your right and groaned out loud. Captain Syverson was settling himself on the barstool next to you, his trademark smirk in place. You knew it had been a risk coming to this particular bar.  

“Go away, Syverson.” You said, grabbing your whiskey and tossing back the remainder.  

“Oh, come on sweetheart, don’t be that way.” He pushed the second tequila shot at you after the bartender put them down. “I heard you finally wised up and left limp dick.”  

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[raspberrydreamclouds-deactivate]

Ohhh….my pussy just clenched. Wow. Okay. Guess I know what I’m doing before bed. 

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The gif usage here.... chefs kiss. 🤣

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Winner

A Captain Syverson Drabble

Character Pairing: Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: 860

Warnings: 18+. Smutty talk and language. A cocky Sy. 

A/N: My dash has been filled with the Captain here lately and my thirst needed some quenching. 

“Bartender, two tequilas.” 

You looked to your right and groaned out loud. Captain Syverson was settling himself on the barstool next to you, his trademark smirk in place. You knew it had been a risk coming to this particular bar.  

“Go away, Syverson.” You said, grabbing your whiskey and tossing back the remainder.  

“Oh, come on sweetheart, don’t be that way.” He pushed the second tequila shot at you after the bartender put them down. “I heard you finally wised up and left limp dick.”  

You ignored him and grabbed your purse to pay for your tab. Before you were able to get up, he grabbed your forearm and brought your hand up to his mouth. You watched, entranced as he quickly licked your hand above your thumb and index finger. He grabbed the salt and shook it over the wet spot he made, “Do a shot with me.”  

You rolled your eyes, snatching your hand out of his grasp. You took the shot glass in your other hand, Sy doing the same. You licked the salt off your hand, gulped the shot and reached for the lime wedge on the plate in front of him. The tart flavor mixed with the warmth of the liquor in your belly. 

“Happy?” You asked him snidely.  

He shook his head, smirk appearing again. “Not until you come home with me.” 

You laughed, “You’ve got to be fucking joking, right?”  

He turned you on your barstool until your legs were tucked in between his. He leaned forward, rubbing his palms along your bare thighs. You tried not to notice how his biceps stretched the sleeves of his t-shirt with his movement. You tugged your dress down, trying to stop his wandering fingers.  

“Come on, you know you miss it,” He said barely above a whisper. “You miss my cock, miss how only I know how to make you scream.”  

You pushed his hands away and snorted, “In your dreams Sy.” 

He chuckled darkly, “Sweetheart, in my dreams, you’re sitting on my face, thighs wrapped around my head while you are fucking my tongue.” 

Your whole body went hot. You glanced around to see if anybody had heard him, but nobody paid the two of you any mind. You squeezed your thighs together to try and ease the ache that started.  

Damn the man. He knew dirty talk was your favorite.  

“Sy, this isn’t going to work,” you said, trying to back away. “I just broke up with Travis.” He didn’t need to know that you were relieved rather than heartbroken.  

He grabbed your waist and pulled you off the barstool to stand between his spread legs. You brought your hands up to his broad chest, ready to push away but he stopped you. 

“I bet he couldn’t satisfy your needs.” He dropped his hands back to your thighs, his right hand traveling up inside your dress. “In fact, I know he couldn’t. I know how you like to be fucked.”  

You swatted his hand away, in a pitiful attempt to keep your resolve up. “Your dick isn’t that magical, Captain.”  

The bartender came over to collect the empty shot glasses, casting a curious glance in between you and Sy. That was your cue to leave. You stepped away from him and slung your purse over your shoulder. He called your name as you walked through the smoky bar.  

You barely made it out of the door before he caught up with you. He fell into step beside you as you walked back to your apartment. “If you can tell me that Trevor made you scream and come as hard as I did every time, then I’ll leave you alone.”  

“First, his name was Travis,” you corrected. “And yes, he was great in the bedroom.”  

“Fucking liar.” Sy said, holding the door to your apartment building open for you.  

You dug around in your purse for your keys as you walked down the hallway. Unlocking your door, you went in and turned before he could walk in behind you. Holding the door, you smiled with mock sweetness, “Thank you for walking me home.” You said, looking up at him. “Now goodnight Sy.” 

His left eyebrow quirked and he threw his hand up at his sides, “Really, you’re not going to let me in?”  

You shook your head, “Why do you think you deserve to come in?” 

He moved closer, leaning against the jamb, “Because I can make you feel good sweetheart.” 

You started to shut the door with a sigh. 

“Ok, ok…” He placed his hand against it, preventing it from closing. “Damnit, I fucking miss you ok.”  

A smirk spread across your lips. You stepped closer, pressing your body to his. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” You asked, rising up to sweep your lips across his.

Your breath whooshed from your lungs with force as Sy slung you over his shoulder. He placed his big palm on your ass, his fingers giving a strong squeeze as he kicked the door shut behind him. 

“Sweetheart, you may have won that round, but I can guarantee that you won’t win the rest.”

[captainsy-cookiemonster]

Excuse me, what school is this?? How do I get in?? 😳😳

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Ok. But that History teacher... oof.

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Love To You

August Walker SongFic

Character Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader (non descriptive)

Word Count: 2,581

Warnings: 18+ Graphic Smut. Oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sexual penetration and some language. August Walker is warning enough.

A/N: A couple of years ago, I wrote this little fic for another character but as I was doing a readthrough of all my old stuff… I realized that this fit Mr. Walker to a T. I tweaked it a bit and decided to bring it back. Oh, and I really want to make love to August while this song is playing… just saying. 

Song: I Just Want to Make Love to You by Etta James 

I don’t want you to be no slave.

I don’t want you to work all day.

But I want you to be true,

And I just wanna make love to you.

You knew what you were doing.

The swivel and sway of your hips matched the music. The skirt you were wearing was riding high on your thighs and a light sheen of sweat was making your shirt stick to your body. But you didn’t care, you had a plan and you were going to see it through.

You knew he was watching.

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[littlefreya]

Henry’s hairy belly makes dreams come true.

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Love To You

August Walker SongFic

Character Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader (non descriptive)

Word Count: 2,581

Warnings: 18+ Graphic Smut. Oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sexual penetration and some language. August Walker is warning enough.

A/N: A couple of years ago, I wrote this little fic for another character but as I was doing a readthrough of all my old stuff... I realized that this fit Mr. Walker to a T. I tweaked it a bit and decided to bring it back. Oh, and I really want to make love to August while this song is playing... just saying. 

Song: I Just Want to Make Love to You by Etta James 

I don't want you to be no slave.

I don't want you to work all day.

But I want you to be true,

And I just wanna make love to you.

You knew what you were doing.

The swivel and sway of your hips matched the music. The skirt you were wearing was riding high on your thighs and a light sheen of sweat was making your shirt stick to your body. But you didn’t care, you had a plan and you were going to see it through.

You knew he was watching.

The burning stare could be felt from your head to your toes. Of all the gyrating bodies on the dance floor, his eyes never left you. You liked this game. Cat and mouse. A hunter and his prey. 

You knew he liked it too.

This wasn’t the first time you have played this particular game. It was a form of foreplay. The build up. The tease. The knowledge of pleasure that awaits. It made you shiver just thinking about it. 

Love to you, ooohooo

Love to you.

You chanced a glance in his direction. He was holding a tall glass in his large hand, the amber colored liquor almost gone. He had a small smile playing on his lips under that bewitching mustache. One leg was bent at the knee, his foot resting on the other knee. He was leaned back in his chair. His dark curls were scraped back off of his forehead, most likely from raking his fingers through them. He looked casual. He looked relaxed.

But, you knew that wasn’t true.

August Walker was never relaxed.

He was electric. Mounds of pent up energy. It simmered just below the surface. 

It was exciting. 

Turning your back to him, you continued to swing your body to the beat of the bass. You ran your hands over your hips, up your sides and over your breasts. You outlined your curves in the flashing lights. 

You waved away any other man who approached and wanted to dance with you. 

This was only for him tonight. 

All I want to do is wash your clothes.

I don't want to keep you indoors.

There is nothing for you to do,

But keep me making love to you.

Closing your eyes, you let the music guide you. A sensual dance. Even in a room full of people, you put on a private show. 

You sank your teeth into your bottom lip. The anticipation was becoming too much to bear. But you were determined to win this game. 

A warm hand clasped your elbow. Opening your eyes, you fully expected to see another willing dancing partner. You were surprised to see August standing next to you. His eyes searched your face a moment before he released your elbow and grinned.

He then started walking through the crowd of people on the dance floor. 

He fully expected you to follow him.

You did.

Following the path he made, you watched his back. The move and stretch of muscles beneath his white t-shirt made your mouth water.

He stopped at the elevator and pressed the button. You stepped up beside him, waiting for the door to open. His arm brushed yours. You felt his fingers against yours. Neither of you looked at each other. 

You clenched your thighs together.

You loved this game.

Love to you, ooohooo

Love to you.

August stepped inside first, raising his arm against the frame so the doors would stay open as you entered. You watched as he immediately hit the button to close the doors and then push the correct button for his floor.

The heavy doors shut with a thud. Or maybe that was your heart against your ribcage…

In a flash, you were pulled against his hard body and your back met the wall with force. The breath whooshed through your lips a second before his lips crashed on yours. Lust washed through your veins, thick and hot. 

His lips coaxed yours open, his tongue diving in to dance with yours. It made you dizzy. The sensors in your brain firing rapidly. His hands skimmed your sides, stopping at your hips. There, they slid around to your ass, his large palms giving the soft flesh a squeeze. 

Raising your hands, you snaked them under his t-shirt. You were rewarded with a deep growl as you snared your fingers in his chest hair and raked your nails down his rigged abdomen. His kiss became more urgent, the fire rising.

Your skirt was raised until his hands met bare skin. His fingers dug into your flesh a little harder, lifting your feet off the ground. His body crowded yours as you wrapped your legs around his waist. 

August trailed hot, wet kisses along your jaw before landing on your neck. You opened your eyes with a sigh to see what floor number was shown on the digital display. Almost there.

And I can tell by the way you walk that walk.

And I can hear by the way you talk that talk.

And I can know by the way you treat your girl.

That I could give you all the loving in the whole wide world.

Clutching his shoulders, you moaned louder than intended when he pushed his pelvis into yours. The hard bulge in his jeans nestled against your hot center. Heat radiated through your body at the contact. You could feel the wetness soaking through the thin scrap of lace covering you and onto the fly of his jeans. 

He mumbled something into your neck, his lips scorching a path to your ear. His teeth sank into the soft lobe before he growled into your ear, “Press the stop button.” 

Blindly, you reached over and felt for the big red button. Finding it, you pressed it in. August held you securely against him as the elevator came to a jarring stop. He lifted his head to look at you, his eyes bright with lust, “I can’t wait, I have to have you now.”

All you could do was nod as he set you back on your feet. You wobbled on shaky legs, grabbing the handrail behind you for balance. Your combined heavy breathing was the only sound in the small space as August knelt in front of you. His hands roamed up your legs before disappearing underneath your skirt again. When they reappeared, he was pulling down your panties with them. 

After assisting you out of them, he stuffed them in his pocket with a wicked smile, “You won’t be needing these.” 

You sent him your own sexy little smile, “I wore them just to aggravate you anyway.”

He huffed out a laugh as he leaned forward. Your skirt was flipped up, baring your pussy to him. He licked his lips before pressing an open mouth kiss right above your slit. The scratch of his mustache and stubble made your skin quiver. A hand caught behind your knee, raising it to rest over his shoulder. You held onto the handrail tighter, bracing yourself.

August licked a long stripe through your pussy, stopping to give your clit a quick suck. Closing your eyes, your head hit the wall with a thunk.

He knew what you liked.

All I want you to do is to bake your bread.

Just to make sure that you're well fed.

I don't want you sad and blue,

And I just wanna make love to you.  

The noises he made were lewd. The sound was graphic. 

He ate you like you were the sweetest dessert. 

He licked up your juices. He flicked and sucked your clit. He speared his tongue inside your cunt. 

It was maddening. You couldn't stifle your moans any longer. They flowed through your lips with every breath. 

He centered his attention on your clit. The little bundle of nerves was so sensitive now, you saw stars. His tongue circled and swirled. Your body wound tight, your muscles straining to keep you upright.

A heavy weight settled low in your belly. The pleasure was too much. 

You shuddered and shouted. A brilliant light exploding behind your eyes. 

Your bones felt heavy as August licked you through your climax. He pressed gentle kisses to your thigh as he let your leg fall down his arm. 

Opening your eyes, you laughed at his smug grin.

When he stood back up, you gathered your strength and gave his shoulders a hard shove. He backed up a few steps, laughing at your attempt. Stepping forward, you shoved him again.

His back hit the opposite wall. He sputtered in surprise, but quickly realized your intent as you got down on your knees in front of him. 

Love to you, ooohooo

Love to you, oooh

You made quick work of the button and fly of his jeans, reaching in the open wedge to pull out his impressive cock. The length and girth never ceased to surprise you. 

He definitely lived up to his nickname of “the Hammer”.

You whimpered remembering how he felt inside you. You always felt so full and stretched. 

A big hand cupped your jaw, his thumb sweeping across your cheek. You looked up at him as you leaned forward and placed a teasing kiss on the tip. His nostrils flared with his quick intake of breath. You kept his gaze as you licked your lips, preparing them to take his cock. 

Wrapping your lips around the bulbous head, you pressed your tongue on the sensitive underside. His body tensed and he blew out a long breath. The hand that was on your jaw moved to the back of your head, anchoring you to him. 

Swirling your tongue, you slicked him up good. You sucked in as you retreated, giving extra attention to the weeping tip. When you took him in your mouth again, you took as much as you could. He was stuffed into the back of your throat. He moaned low, letting his body rest heavily against the wall. 

Starting a slow bob, you sucked him like your favorite popsicle. 

And I can tell by the way you walk that walk.

And I can hear by the way you talk that talk.

And I can know by the way you treat your girl.

That I could give you all the loving in the whole wide world. 

The hand on the back of your head started to guide your movements faster, holding you in place when he touched the back of your throat. 

You could tell he was losing himself in the pleasure. Right where you wanted him. 

Renewing your efforts, you purposely made pornographic sounds. You knew he liked that. 

He was close. The muscles in his thigh were tense under the hand that you had placed there. His breathing was unsteady and choppy. 

Right before you were sure he was going to come, he gripped the back of your head and popped you off his cock with an audible pop. 

You pouted up at him, but he paid you no mind as he hauled you up. He kissed you roughly before pushing you back. You watched in confusion as he stuffed himself back in his jeans with a grimace and a curse. 

Placing your hands on your hips, you waited for an explanation. August continued to ignore you as he released the stop button and got the elevator moving again. 

Opening your mouth to ask just what in the hell he thought he was doing, he stopped you with a glance. Then he hauled you against him again, roughly circling your throat with his long fingers. He kissed you with an intense passion before leaning back and resting his forehead on yours.

“I could hear them working on getting the elevator running again,” he whispered. “I wouldn’t have had enough time to fuck you how I want.” 

You shivered at his words. You were ok with that, you guessed. 

The doors opened on his floor. He clasped your hand in his and all but dragged you down the corridor with his long strides. 

He only fumbled with opening his door for a second.

Oh, all I wanna do, all I wanna do is cook your bread.

Just to make sure that you're well fed.

I don't want you sad and blue,

And I just wanna make love to you.

Once inside, he didn’t bother with lights. He locked the door and then in a flash, he was on you again.

Clothes were being shed with haste. You wanted to be skin to skin. Male to female. Soft to hard. He walked you backward to the couch. He sat first and then pulled you down to straddle his lap. 

You both hissed as your dripping cunt slid along his hard cock. 

He gripped your hips and steadied you over him, “Dance for me, baby.”

The raspy command made you moan. 

Bracing your hands on his shoulders and your thighs around his, you lowered yourself onto him. Your walls stretched to accommodate him. A pleasurable pain. Your wet cunt made the glide smooth and easy. You stopped to exhale the breath you had been holding when he was fully seated inside. The fit was so tight, you could feel every pulse of the thick vein in his dick. 

Rolling your hips, you undulated in a slow dance just for him. Each slow glide of his length in and out of your tight heat made you shiver.

August leaned his head up, capturing a hard nipple in his mouth. You rode him faster as he circled the bud with his tongue. 

His teeth bit into your nipple, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure straight to your core. He growled when you clenched around him. 

Your hips found a steady rhythm. And soon he was meeting you thrust for thrust. 

It was a frenzy. It was lustful moans and long sighs. It was whispered words of love and sexy talk. It was hurried kisses and nibbling teeth.

You rode him hard. Not so much a dance now. It was more of being lost in pleasure. Your climax snuck up on you fast. Fire licked through your veins and you came with a raspy cry. 

August buried his head against your breasts and thrust up into you a few more times before he was riding the high with you. He held your hips tight against him as he came. A shout left his lips as your quivering walls milked him of every last drop. 

Falling against him heavily, you both worked to get your breathing under control. His arms wound around your back, clutching you tightly. You kissed his sweaty chest and couldn’t help but laugh. Your body shook with it.

“Ah, fuck babe, don’t do that,” August rumbled with his own shaky laugh. His softening cock was incredibly sensitive, still nestled inside your heat.

After a moment, he wasn’t so soft anymore. You leaned up and looked down at him with an incredulous look and then frowned when you felt your combined juices slide out of you and coat his cock. 

“Again?” you asked.

He just shrugged as he flipped the two of you over. When he was settled on top of you, he grinned, “I have to make sure you’re well fed.” He thrust back into your welcoming cunt with a hard push. “I just wanna make love to you.” 

Love to you, ooohooo

Real love to you, ooohooo

Love to you, ooohooo            

[threeminutesoflife]

More Than Temporary

Pairings: August Walker x Reader Summary: One nightstand  Warning: smut- mustache rides Word Count: 315 Bookclub Drabble Prompt: A character finds a note stuck to their door.

It was a shame you didn’t sleep with people more than once because he really was  memorable, a mutually good time with mutual orgasms. But distance is easier when life is uncertain, re-do’s only lead to complications. 

Bourbon dipped tongues and his erection pressed forcefully against your ass, your back was cemented across his expansive chest. Shoulder bites and roaming hands teased the waistband of your panties. Gripping the back of your neck, he steered you towards the hotel bed for tangled sheets and various positions. 

Your sense of direction flipped constantly; his large body easily twisted yours- north, south, high, low. 

Rocking above his mouth, your knees pierced the mattress as you pressed your palms to the wall. He clouded your ability to think, pulling another orgasm from you with long determined licks parting your wet folds. 

The growl rumbling from his chest and sweat beading his torso, gave you a sense of accomplishment as you worked yourself over him- just… like… that.

Stepping in the shower the next morning, the empty hotel room quieted by a goodbye note taped to the door, your suspicions were confirmed- beard burn across your thighs.

With sore legs, you climbed the stairs to Fury’s office. The crumpled note of ‘I’ll treat you to lunch’ scratched your coat pocket. Each uneven step reminded you of the calories burnt hours ago. 

“Meet your temporary partner, agent,” Fury stated indifferently, already moving to the next item of business. “He’s loaned to you for the time being.”

Your mind lagged when last night’s companion smirked and rose from the chair. Seeing him, you felt the ghost grip of his hands locking around your hips, pulling you up and settling you above his lips. Your vision hazed and thighs ached as August’s smile curled under the mustache you rode only hours before. 

“Not too temporary, I hope,” Walker replied. “… so about lunch?”  

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[oddsnendsfanfics]

Please, tell me that I am not the only one who wants to sit down with Henry and have a drink.

During, he tells me everything there is to know about Kal. What's his favourite toy? Treat? His bedtime routine? Does he prefer frisbee or ball when playing fetch? Is he a snorer? Does he like cheeseburgers? Can I babysit him?

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The Fee

Summary: A mistake on the way home forced her to cross path with a hideous monster. Fortunately she was rescued by two witchers, but now there was debt to be paid and she couldn’t afford the payment. 

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x OFC x Witcher Jason Momoa (Arcturus)

Word count: 4k

Warnings: Smut, slightly dubious consent (men manipulating and corrupting a virgin), rough threesome sex, manhandling, deflowering, anal, double penetration, creampies, bodily fluids, biting, primal play. Satan marking the checkboxes.

A/N:  I hope you will enjoy this one, it’s not easy to write a threesome. Many thanks to my beta @agniavateira​ and to @wondersofdreaming​ for encouraging me to write this! Witcher fanart by SPDRMNKYXXIII. K, panic attack initiated! 

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Title: The Fee

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So I am just going to start off by saying this... for my followers who don’t know or haven’t figured out yet... I used to be lovelynemesis on here a few years ago. I wrote 50 to 100 fanfics for mostly the Marvel fandom. I had a pretty big following until life became overwhelming and I quit Tumblr... but I created this account last year because I still loved reading everyone’s work and appreciating creativity.

That being said... this fic right here was one of the absolute best I have ever read. The way the scene is laid out and the absolutely amazing descriptions pulled me in better than most novels do. This was better than all the crap I ever put out there for others to read... I am in actual awe of this.

It had a plot, it had delicious smut... and 2 Witcher’s. It really doesn’t get much better than this ya’ll. Mark me down as a total fan my darling! @littlefreya ❤️

[geralt-of-baevia]

I like...

big boys

itty bitty boys

Mississippi boys

Inner city boys

I like the pretty boys

...with the bow tie

Get your nails did...

Let it blow dry

I like a big beard,

I like a clean face,

I don't discriminate.

I had to do it guys... I just had to. 🙈

[consultingskeletondetective]

Fuck it, veiny Henry comp

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Happenstance [One]

A Geralt of Rivia Fanfiction

Character Pairing: Geralt x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1,811

Warnings: 18+ Graphic Smut (for future parts)! Suggestive language, brothel setting, naked in a bath...

A/N: Ok, I know... I know.... I have kept you guys waiting long enough. I have decided to split this up into multiple parts though! Once I started writing it, the ideas just kept popping up! I wasn't going to share it until I was completely done, but I figured it was time to keep my promises! The first part is pretty tame... just a build up! Enjoy!

Geralt watched her.

He didn’t know why. He had tried to focus on the other happenings around the old brothel but his gaze kept seeking her out.

Maybe it was because he had never seen her before. Or maybe he had?

But most of all, he thought it was because she looked so out of place.

She was dressed like the other women. She served the food and drinks. She smiled at the many men who made advances… but she never joined any of them in the rented rooms upstairs. 

“See something you like?” 

Geralt looked at the woman who sat down at the table across from him. She was regarding him closely with a small smile on her lips. He shrugged and picked up his mug, “What’s not to like?”

He tipped his mug, gesturing to his surroundings. 

She turned her head to take a quick look. When she looked at him again, she was smiling, “Business is in full swing tonight.” She placed her elbow on the table and then propped her chin in her palm, “Care to partake?”

One side of his mouth twitched with the beginning of a smile, “Are you offering your services Ygritte?” 

That earned him a hearty laugh from her, “You’re a damned fool, Geralt of Rivia.”

His small smile turned into a full fledged grin. Ygritte was still beautiful, even in her middle age. White strands of hair had started to mix with her wild red. Faint lines now formed at the corners of her eyes and edges of her mouth. Her green eyes were still lit with an inner light. Her impressive breasts swelled well above the bodice of her dress, catching many a wandering eye in the place. She was soft and round in all the right places. 

He hadn’t shared her bed in many years. They had formed a friendship all those years ago and he had a standing invitation to stay at The Boar’s Head whenever he was around. Ygritte had taken ownership and stopped working the men… including himself.

He set his mug down on the well-worn wood table and nodded his head at the girl who was now standing in the shadows by the fireplace, “She is not making you a lot of money.”

Ygritte turned to look. She slid a sly glance back at him, “I saw you watching her earlier and wondered.” She stared at him a minute, seeming to be lost in thought before she spoke, “Sex isn’t in her work order.”

‘Obviously,’ Geralt thought to himself. She looked like she was trying to blend with the wall behind her, completely unseen. The way she nervously licked her lips and crossed her arms under her breasts was hard for him to not notice. 

“She is still being taught,” Ygritte supplied.

His eyebrow quirked in question, “You teach the girls how to please a man?” 

Her grin and wink was mischievous, “All my best secrets.”

He did laugh at that, “No wonder you are still in business.”

“Perhaps I could have her start you a bath,” Ygritte offered. “Test her for me.”

Geralt thought on that. He still wasn’t sure what it was about her that appealed to him but he would like to find out…

“A bath would be nice,” he drawled.

You could see Ygritte’s mouth moving, but you couldn’t hear her through the ringing in your ears. It was finally happening. Everything she and the other girls had prepared you for was on the other side of the door you were standing in front of. 

“... he is a long time friend of mine,” Ygritte was saying as she reached up and adjusted the mask that was across your eyes. She stepped back and assessed you. 

You knew what she saw. Your white dress was made of sheer lace. It was see through, but still left some mystery. The deep V plunged between your breasts. There was a high slit on one side that stopped at the top of your thigh. You were barefoot, the dress pooling at your feet. It hugged your body like a second skin. The mask was the only thing on your face, no make-up to accompany it. You just hoped she didn’t see how bad your hands were shaking.

Ygritte put her hands on your shoulders and gave a firm squeeze, “If you be nice to him, he’ll be nice to you.”

You nodded and turned to open the door. When you stepped inside, two things assaulted your senses. The first was that the room had become humid after you filled the stone bath with hot water. The second… Geralt was lounging in said water, facing the door. 

He seemed more intimidating, naked and in the bath, more so than he did sitting down in the brothel lobby. You had noticed him. It was hard not too. Considering he watched your every move. 

As he was doing right now. His eyes trailed over your body as you stood just inside the doorway. You must have gotten his approval because he didn’t send you away. He just lazily swirled his hand in the water and continued to stare at you. 

Your belly was doing flip flops, your anxiety high. Maybe you weren’t cut out for this. 

Trying to hide the fact that your nerves were getting the best of you, you went over to the fireplace and grabbed another clay jug you had sat there to warm more water. Carrying it over to the bath, you poured in the steaming water. You nearly dropped the jug when his hand lightly wrapped around your ankle. 

You looked at his hand before meeting his gaze. His amber colored eyes were startling. 

“You could start by telling me your name,” he drawled. 

Ygritte hadn’t told him? You stuttered out your name before sitting the jug down.

“Is that your real name or the one that Ygritte gave you?” he asked.

You were momentarily distracted by his thumb that started making slow circles on your ankle. The small caress made goosebumps rise on your skin. 

“My real one,” you whispered. 

His head tipped to the side at your breathy answer. He wasn’t smiling, but his eyes were bright while he silently studied you.

In the silence, you took the time to do your own assessment. The other girls all had their own stories and theories about the infamous witcher. How many of them were true, you weren’t sure but you had sat and listened with rapt attention anyway. 

He was handsome, undoubtedly so. His shoulders and chest were broad. His arms bulged with muscles. His leg was bent, his knee the only thing from his lower half sticking out of the steaming water. He made a very enticing picture. 

Heat spread over your skin as you realized that you were staring at his lap. You couldn’t see much from your vantage point. One of the girls said that he wasn’t just famous for slaying monsters. 

You jumped when a soft tug on your ankle brought your eyes back to his face. How long had you been ogling him? 

“Care to join me?” he asked softly as his other hand patted the surface of the water.

‘Moment of truth.’ you thought to yourself.

Reaching behind your neck, you unclasped the small hook. With that being the only thing holding up the top half of the dress, the lace fell to your waist. Holding his gaze, you pushed the bottom half past your hips and let it pool at your feet. 

Your first instinct was to raise your arms and cover yourself. Instead, you clenched your fists at your sides and prayed that he liked what he saw.

The only answer you got was his hand leaving your ankle to reach up and offer you assistance into the bath.

Placing your hand in his, you stepped into the warm water. You stepped in front of him and was about to lower yourself to the seat beside him, but he pulled on your hand until you had no choice but to straddle his thighs. 

He lowered the knee that had been bent as you adjusted yourself on him. Your senses went into overdrive. His hair roughened skin felt good against your own smooth. You had placed your hands on his shoulders for balance. You gave into the temptation to give the strong muscle a squeeze. You watched his jaw clench when you did it a second time. His thighs shifted beneath you, spreading your thighs wider in the process. Being this close to him now, you realized how battle scared he was. You traced the one that was on his collarbone lightly. 

He still had yet to touch you, which you had been expecting. When you looked up, he had spread his arms out on each side him, resting them on the lip of the bath basin. He was watching you, but seemed content to let you explore. 

You felt like a bumbling fool. All the women he has bed over the years and here you were, the inexperienced idiot. He was most likely laughing on the inside.

Opening your mouth to say something to make you seem less awkward, you were shushed by a finger being placed over your lips. 

“I can read your emotions like a book,” he explained. “Am I your first man?”

You shook your head no. Which wasn’t a complete lie… 

One eyebrow rose with skepticism.

“There was a boy who worked in the stables on the farm back home,” you supplied. “He was my first. He is also the reason I was sent here. My father said that if I was going to covert like a whore, then I should be one.” 

“Hm,” was all he said before his finger that was previously laying on your lips traced over your cheek. His eyes followed the path of this finger as it traveled down your neck and across your collarbone. It didn’t stop until the very tip of his finger was right over your nipple. You sucked in a quick breath of air. The simple touch sent a bolt of lightning through your body.

“Why didn’t you just run away?” he asked, his deep voice growing husky. 

Your brain barely registered what he asked. How were you supposed to think while his finger was drawing a lazy circle? 

“Uh-Y-Ygritte has been nothing by hospitable towards me,” you stammered. “I have nowhere else to go.”

His large hand cupped your breast. His palm was warm as he gave the soft flesh a squeeze. You were certain that your stable boy had never ignited such a strong response from your body. This was wonderfully different. 

“Do you want to be here with me right now?” He asked, barely above a whisper.

Your gaze met his again. Without a doubt… “Yes,” you answered.

His other hand reached up and removed the mask from your face. Somehow, you felt even more naked and exposed. 

“Good.” 

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