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GERALT OF RIVIA

I will be grateful for any interaction with this post <3

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I like this hairstyle… MY FAAAV RUUH !!

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Aw, fuck... okay, can we talk about this? Can we be real for a sec, because... FUUUUCK.

First, it was lonely, brooding Geralt...

...And now, well... now it's Daddy Witcher.

HE'S SO GENTLE AND LOVING WITH HER AND MY OVARIES WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. ❤️❤️❤️

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Love In The Dark

Summary: Geralt is trying to keep you in the dark about his witcher self but how are you suppose to love him when he won't allow you to know him

Word count: 677

A/N: Based on Adele's song-Love In The Dark

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Geralt has his back turned to you with his arm brought up to his face to hide the lingering affects of a potion he took not long ago to slay a monster.

He didn't anticipate you being awake so late in the night, but you were.

It had been 2 weeks since you saw him leave to the nearby kingdom to slay a striga terrorizing the king and his subjects to death.

It was a monster that even Geralt feared for his life, so of course you jump at the chance to greet him home no matter the hour.

"Please, stay where you are Don't come any closer"  Geralt spoke.

"Geralt" you said with a sigh, "Don't try to change my mind"

You were referring to your decision of wanting to be with Geralt despite his brutal tendencies and line of work.

But he was most afraid of you seeing him in his murderous stage and having you beyond fearful of his terrifying gaze while the potion was wearing off.

"The more you distance yourself, the harder it is. Please accept that I am willing to accept you as you are and what you are...." you trail off softly as you approach him brooding stature, him still hiding his gaze.

"I can't love you in the dark It feels like we're oceans apart"

"The distance is what keeps you safe. You must stay home on my hunts and can only approach me when my potions have worn off. In this adrenaline state, I am scared to have you see the monster I am...what would come to be if I hurt you?" he replied gruffly.

You outstreach towards him but he catches your hand and holds it.

"Geralt" you began, "You may think of yourself as a monster but I do not. You were once human and I believe that despite the witcher mutations, you can still feel love. Love that burns greater than the desire to kill. You have given me something that I can't live without. You mustn't underestimate that when you are in doubt"

He let out a small gruff but still held your hand in place.

"We can't carry on like this is fine, Geralt" you told him as you tried to peer through his dirty long white hair, "Look at me please".

"I can't face your breaking heart" Geralt replied and let go of you.

You used this chance to reach out and cup his cheek, feeling some outgrown stubble.

He hummed softly and allowed it.

"I'm trying to be brave. Please show me" you said softly and carassed his cheek with your thumb.

"I love you Geralt of Rivia, please let me in your world. Every word I've said, you know I'll always mean" you spoke to him.

He turned halfway so you could see some dark veins swimming around his eyes.

"It is the world to me that you are in my life Y/N" Geralt said in his hoarse voice.

"I want to live with you, not just survive with you" you tell him. He then lets you gently turn his face to your direction and there it is. His inner monster released on his face.

His eyes are pitch black with a look of purple bruising around, black swimming veins and prominent canine teeth.

His expression is soft and expecting you to scream, vomit, and pass out.

Instead, you run your thumb over his cheek in a loving manner and show no fear, no repulsion.

Just love for the witcher.

Geralt places his hand over yours on his cheek.

"You're not repulsed by me?' he questioned.

"No Geralt" you gently smile, "I'm happy for our beginning".

He lets out a small smile, almost undetectable. He felt so much relief.

Your eyes gleam into his, fear or repulsion never crossing your mind. Just endlessly admiring the pure darkness and reflection his eyes give.

You then reach for his hand and tell him he's in dire need of a bath.

He softly chuckles and agrees, following you .

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IDK, who asked about Geralt in bathtub cake, but new season of Nail it! just give it to us.

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Kinktober Day 4: Tub Sex

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Female Reader

Summary: You’ve been teasing Geralt all day and he finally takes it out on you. Basically PWP.

Warning(s): public lap dance, teasing Geralt, ddlg relationship, punishment, Geralt is a meanie head, tub sex, riding, denied orgasm

Word Count: 1,366

Prompt: Hi!!! I love your work so much it's one of my favorite things on all of Tumblr. I was wondering you could write some age play/ddlg with Geralt?? I'm keeping it very vague so you can be creative. If not, then it's cool. Again, you're work is is amazing and you are such a great writer. <3 Love ya

When Geralt had ordered you to the bathing chamber the second you had arrived at your humble townhouse, you hadn’t been surprised. You’d been teasing him all day, much to your delight and his frustration. It had started with the lap dance you had given him at the tavern tonight. Jaskier had been playing his beautiful music all through the evening. You took your chance when the crowd appeared drunk enough that they wouldn’t remember these events come tomorrow—and then you pounced. Simply sitting on Geralt’s lap at first, which he loved for you to do because he knew the effect that those thick, muscled thighs rubbing against your core had. The first few times you had started moving against him, he thought it was simply the affect his body was having on yours. But your movements quickly became quicker and more frequent. You knew he had caught on to your plan when he put his hands on your hips. He was a thousand times stronger than you, so he easily could have stopped your movements if he wanted to, but he held onto your hips loosely enough that you could still move against him. It wasn’t long before you felt his bulge pressing against your ass. That only spurred you on.

“I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, little one,” he growled in your ear five minutes into it.

You simply smiled, your core tingling at the promise in his voice. You wanted him to fuck you roughly tonight—rough enough that you wouldn’t be able to walk right tomorrow. So you had kept going, even being so bold as to turn around to face him. He feigned annoyance at the lap dance you gave him but the tent in his pants proved otherwise.

“Stop it,” he told you through gritted teeth.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You continued to grind against him, basking in the heat radiating off of his pants.

He wanted you so badly. If his erection and shortened breath didn’t give it away, his blackened eyes did. His dilated pupils had swallowed nearly all the gold of his irises. The sight of it only made you smirk.

His hands returned to your hips, slowing you for a second. “Little one, stop. Or I’m going to have to fuck you right here, right now. In front of all of these people. Or is that what you wanted all along? For Daddy to remind all these men in here who you really belong to?”

That did sound tempting, but you wanted him to fuck you until you had lost your voice from screaming so loud. You couldn’t do that here. So you complied to his demands. You stayed still for a few minutes, opting to rest your head on his shoulder and feign fatigue. When he brought his hand to your hair and started running his fingers through it, you knew he had bought your innocent act.

The first time you moved against him, you told him it was an accident.

The second time, he knew it was on purpose.

The third time, not even his hands on your hips could stop your incessant movements.

“Now you’ve angered me.” The bite of his teeth against your ear proved his words right. “Not a smart thing to do.”

So that was how you had ended up in the bathing chamber as soon as you got home. You were already undressed and in the water by the time Geralt made it into the room. You watched as he undressed himself, his erection stiff and long. Your mouth watered at the sight. And then you giggled as you wondered how long he’d been like that and just how painful it had been for him.

“This is amusing to you, is it?” He only seemed capable of growling at you now.

The steaming water made him hiss as he climbed in, but he adjusted quickly. The next thing you knew you were in his lap. You gasped as his cock brushed against your clit. He smiled like the devil as he spread your legs so you could straddle him. Within one blink and the next, he pushed himself inside of you.

You released a whimper. Geralt was large enough that it normally took several minutes of preparation beforehand for you to be able to fit him. But he basked in the slight pain on your face now, giving you the same cruel smirk you had been giving him all night long. He waited until your pained face turned into one of bliss. And then he waited some more. He gave you a look that said, I can stay like this all night. It’s the least that you deserve.

“Geralt…” you whined, burying your face in his neck. You gave him open-mouthed kisses against his sensitive skin, hoping that would finally make him give into you. All it did was make his cock twitch inside of you. His hips stayed completely still, though. “Geralt, I need you.”

“Is that so?” He rested his hands on your ass, rubbing soothing circles into the skin that didn’t match his cruel tone. “You had your fun earlier, little one. It’s time for my fun.”

You should have known he had something cruel up his sleeve. He could dish it out as good as he got it. And he ensured you always knew who the dominant one was in the bedroom. But that couldn’t stop your whining and pleading, trying your best to convince him to fuck you.

“Daddy, please,” you begged, using the title that always made him forget any and all logic. A possessive look appeared in his eyes every time you used it on him; and when you whispered it in his ear with that needy little whine, he always went feral, fucking you until you couldn’t think straight.

But tonight, it only earned you a chuckle deep in his chest. “You think I’ll give you anything you want when you call me that, don’t you, little one?”

You pulled back to look at him. His eyebrows pressed together deeply, as if he was concentrating hard on not losing his control every time your walls squeezed around him.

He shrugged, feigning casualness. “You seemed to know what you were doing in the tavern tonight. I want a private show now.”

Oh.

He wanted you to ride him. Why hadn’t he just said so?

You glared at him, upset that he hadn’t said that five minutes ago and had instead opted to torture you.

He saw the look and pinched your nipples. You normally liked—lovedthat, but he pinched a little bit harder than he normally did. Hard enough to tell you that you needed to stop looking at him like that.

So you dropped the glare and began to move against him, riding him with fervor. You released a groan of relief. He merely released a breath that couldn’t even be considered a sigh of pleasure. He was still playing a game with you.

But right now, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You rode him wildly, desperate to chase down your own high. His cock twitched inside of you as your walls squeezed around him unrelentingly. Geralt’s breathing grew quicker, but that was the only sign he gave you that he was enjoying this.

“Daddy!” you cried out as you felt yourself near that edge. All your senses closed in on this moment—on Geralt’s cock inside of you.

Your hips began to move against him desperately. You threw your head back and moaned—

And then Geralt lifted you off of him, stopping you from coming at the very last second.

You released a desperate, needy, disappointed sigh that he ignored. You couldn’t read the expression on his face, but you knew one thing: your punishment was far from over tonight.

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Jaskier's Christmas

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Jaskier spends his first Christmas with the wolves.

‘Arms up.’

Jaskier obediently reaches skyward as Eskel pulls a new woollen sweater over his head. It hugs Jaskier’s growing belly, soft fat where hip bones and ribs used to be. Even when he’s naughty and Geralt spanks him, Jaskier is still allowed to eat.

Kaer Morhen is much better than Lettenhove, in that regard.