Can i request 46 and 6 on the promt list with Geralt of rivia x fem!reader nsfw?
I love your writing by the way-
His Punishment
geralt x fem!reader
warnings | smut 18+
wc | 1.6k
a/n | thank you so much! and I loved writing this
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Your cottage grew cold in the leave of your witcher lover. He had gone on a hunt and although he guaranteed he would be back the next day; it had been a lie.
A week later, Geralt would return. A week where you had no way of knowing if he was dead, or if he had finally gotten sick of you and left for good. A week of uncertainty. A week of agony.
Now, you would have called yourself dramatic if it hadn’t been so rough on you. It hurt you; he hurt you, so when he came back, you would enact your revenge and give him his punishment. You would have no trouble with this. The man just couldn’t resist you.
When he finally returned, you said nothing and acted as though everything was fine. You hugged him and kissed him at the door and led him inside. The smell of your cooking already permeating the air. You were acting suspiciously normal and Geralt had certainly noticed. But for fear of consequence, he said nothing.
The meal you prepared was eaten in comfortable silence and when the water for a bath was warmed, you led him to the tub. Punishment or not, you still loved him and would help make him feel at home once more. When he was settled, you slipped into your nightgown and went to bed, wrapping your covers tightly around you. He would not be touching you tonight.
Geralt’s confusion clouded his mind. You were always so eager when he returned. He knew that he had been gone longer than expected, but this was strange. At the very least, he expected you to seem sad, maybe angry. But you remained entirely neutral.
When the water turned cold, he swiftly dried himself and crawled into bed. But you were asleep by the time he got there, mouth parted and dreaming. He couldn’t deny that even then you were beautiful.
When the sun crept across the bedroom, you woke up, turning over to see your sleeping lover. You pushed a stray hair behind his ear before slipping out of bed and silently getting dressed. Today your garden would need tending to, so after you drank your morning tea, you got to work.
In your room, an hour later, Geralt woke to an empty bed. This sent a pang of sadness through him. You were always there when he woke up.
He was still shirtless when he approached you in the garden. Your skirt was covered in streaks of dirt and some got on your forehead when you wiped it with the back of your hand.
“I can go to the market for you today.” It wasn’t a question, more of a statement. His brow quirked at you as he waited for your response.
“Ok, can you get some flour? We’re almost out.” That was not the answer he had been expecting. You would always insist you go together. The market was a brief escape for the two of you.
“Yes. Anything else?”
“Mmm, nope.”
And so, with a kiss, he left. When he was out of sight, you made your way inside and washed yourself off. You would be perfect for him tonight. The market was a little while away, and Geralt always took more time than you to find everything, so you had some time to spare.
You warmed a bath and used your favorite scented soap. You knew he liked it too. When you emerged, you pulled on a thin lacy bodice and matching panties. The color was beautiful, and one that you and Geralt both loved on you. But he had never seen this one before.
As you waited, you could feel your excitement begin to pool in your lower belly. And the book you picked up served little use as a distraction from it. But soon enough, you heard the front door creak open and footsteps could be heard.
You sprawled yourself out on the bed. A few pillows propped you up, and your knees were up and bent. You then bit your lip to hold back your grin. Geralt could be heard setting the bag down on the table and approached the bedroom.
The door silently opened, and the witcher stood in the doorway.
"Hey, have you seen the-" Geralt stopped in his tracks, trying his best to maintain eye contact, "Oh."
“Hi, love.” You spoke in a tone that was as sultry as it could get.
“Y/n… Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know. You should sit.” You gestured for him to move, and he complied.
Giving him a devilish smirk, you reached down between your legs, slowly rubbing yourself through the already damp fabric. A soft moan was muffled by the lip stuck between your teeth. Geralt watched helplessly, seated on the chest opposite the bed. His own hand found its way to the growing bulge in his pants.
“Uh, uh, uh, now we’re not going to do that now are we? Or I’ll just have to stop the show, leaving you there, all worked up with no release.” You pouted, fingers moving to slip the fabric from your body. “Should I take them off?” Your fingers teased the fabric as Geralt hesitantly nodded. When you removed them, a soft sigh fell from you as the cool air met your slit.
Once, twice, you began to circle your clit, adding pressure at each turn. Your pleasure was increasing far too quickly for your liking. You wanted this to hurt him. Wouldn’t want this to be over before it started. So, you removed your fingers and plunged them into your slick heat.
“You’re killing me.”
“Oh, I know love.”
While your pleasure shifted, you turned your attention to Geralt, carefully curating the most erotic sounds you could muster. Your breath would hitch right before a breathy moan or a gasp of ecstasy. He looked utterly entranced, yet there was a familiar glint in his eye.
“Oh yes, Geralt!” Your eyes were now closed, but you so badly wanted to break this character and see the absolute wreck that was your witcher.
It was only a matter of time before he lost his composure. It’s exactly what you hoped would happen. Though you weren’t sure if you were going to let that slide yet or not.
When you opened your eyes, Geralt’s shot up to them. His hands had stayed where you wanted them. That surprised you. But you could tell it was uncomfortable for him. So you sat up a little further and beckoned him to sit at the edge of the bed. He did so immediately.
When his hand went to your calve, you slapped his hand away. “Absolutely not, my love. You made me wait for so long. I thought you had died or left me. So now, I think you can wait until I get myself off.”
Geralt grunted, still doing as he was told, though somewhat reluctantly. You moved your other hand back to your clit and created a steady rhythm of thrusts and tiny circles. Trying to come was so difficult when you just wanted your witcher to help you instead.
Soon enough, you were nearing your peak. Your eyes maintained contact with his through your climax, and you reached your hand out for him. He accepted immediately and rubbed circles over the back of it with his thumb.
When you came back to reality, you tugged Geralt into you. His arms immediately found a place on either side of your torso after undoing the laces on your bodice and throwing it to the side. While he kissed you, you undid his trousers and began lifting his shirt up.
With you now both fully undressed, Geralt began kissing down your neck. Leaving small bites and a trail of saliva in its wake. Your hands tangled in his hair as your hips unconsciously jerked up into him. When you felt his cock twitched against your thigh, you reached down between the two of you. But he got there first, pumping himself a few times before slowly inching into you.
“Geralt.” He hummed into your neck and entered you fully, groaning when he could go no further.
One of his hands reached down and tilted your hips towards him, aiming for a better angle. He was slow tonight, not what you expected, but you were enjoying it immensely. His pace was slow, but every thrust was brutal. But verbally, he was soft and silent. The occasional grunt would be muffled by your lips or your skin and he would speak your name with such passion you were sure you could have come right then and there.
He picked up his pace as he lost his composure. His thrusts were even harder and more erratic, and when he kissed you his teeth caught on your lower lip. You wrapped your legs around his hips, urging him somehow even deeper. Your thighs started to tremble as you felt yourself approach the edge once more, and Geralt rushed to meet you there.
As he came, Geralt collapsed onto you, barely holding himself up anymore. Your fingers again reached up and tangled in his long hair and he moaned as you gave the strands a gentle tug.
Your orgasm came right after and you were barely able to quiet yourself. Your breathy moans followed along with the jerking of your hips. You could have sworn he came again when you did, your walls still fluttering around his cock.
You stroked each other until you caught your breath, laying gentle kisses upon the other’s skin.
“I love you Geralt, but never do that again. Please. I need to know you are safe. I need to know you’ll come back.”
“You don’t have to worry about that, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”
A young woman with brown skin and a yellow headscarf is holding two carding brushes, occasionally using them to pull the fiber. She says:
But I mean just imagine being in love with a creature who lives inside your own consciousness? I mean, you share your own perception with them as though you’re one entity. Can you even– can you even fathom seeing yourself through their eyes in the 3rd person, naked and vulnerable and exposed from the inside out and feeling their savage love for you as though it was your own emotion? Loving th- loving them at all would force you to confront the mortifying ordeal of knowing yourself–of loving yourself, okay? It’s–it’s not just about the.. it’s not just about the shapeshifting alien sex okay? It’s about the paradox, it’s about the pining, it’s about the metacognition, and it’s also about the shapeshifting alien sex!
The video cuts to an older woman with brown skin and a tan headscarf looking at a laptop, confused. She is labeled “My mom, who I asked to proofread my Venom fanfiction:”
My husband’s job primarily employs adult men but there is one (1) teenage girl and my husband said originally he worried she might be a bit of an outcast but instead every man on the crew was like “huh guess I am a dad/older brother now.”
She was in a car crash on the way to work one morning and called my husband to let him know she’d be late and he was like wtf guess I’m gonna be late too because I’m coming to pick you up and then he told his team and they were like I think you mean WE are coming.
Imagine you are a teenage girl probably rushing to get to work and you crash your probably new car and feel absolutely miserable and now you’ll be late to work but then suddenly in the distance a car full of all the adult men you work with just pulls up and is like “we came all the way here to pick you up” the mental image right now is fr.
Apparently she tried to call her dad but it was 3am and he was obviously sleeping so she called my husband and he not only came to find her but fished her glasses out of the hood of the car (she’d dropped them while looking inside), drove her to the hospital, and told her to take the day off. She insisted on coming back to work so he used his lunch break to watch TV with her to make sure she didn’t doze off (concussion risk).
You’ve heard of the Mom friend but my husband is very much the Dad friend. He said when he answered the phone she said “hey please don’t be mad” and he’s never felt such powerful Fatherhood energy in his life.
who has that one video of someone playing some survival game and some player runs by blasting death grips while being chased by animals and it just fades into the distance
@is-the-snake-video-cute People in the notes are saying this is either a dominance or a mating response, so could I request a semi-professional-I-mean-you-deal-with-snakes-and-I-dont-know-a-turtle-blog take on this?
This is called claw fluttering, and it’s 100% a mating response! What’s happening is this turtle is seeing the painted nails, thinks they’re a turtle, and is trying to woo them.
Pretty cute, and no stress to the turtle at all. Some turtles won’t do this often, but others will claw flutter whenever they see anything they think might be a turtle, but they don’t have particularly great eyesight so they’ll claw flutter at things like their own reflection, bright nearby objects, and rocks.
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