Summary: your boyfriend Augusts gives you a shower ride 😉
Warnings: 18+!!,minors dni, explicit smut, fingering, oral male receiving, p in v sex, cockwarming at the end.
It was a quiet night, the city sounds muffled from your apartment.
Walking on tiptoes, you made your way to your boyfriend’s office. You peeked through the half-opened door, and even though he was deep into his work, August, being the agent he was, seemed to sense your presence. He gave you a soft smile before returning to his laptop.
He remained at his desk, completely absorbed in analyzing the profile for one of his upcoming missions. He had been at it for hours, poring over details and taking work calls with his team. Coffee after coffee, he had barely eaten, and only finished the sandwich you had made for him an hour ago because you insisted.
He looked so dangerously handsome. Sitting so big and towering in his office, making the space seem so small with his broad shoulders and possessive presence. His physique was honed from years of intense physical training and demanding missions.
His eyes, those piercing blue globes were focused on the laptop screen, his long fingers typing away. A few strands of dark hair fell across his forehead. His jaw was tight, chiseled jawline sporting a shadow of stubble along with his mustache.
August still wore his perfectly tailored dark suit though he’d loosened his tie and discarded his blazer. The crisp white dress shirt was undone by a few buttons, revealing a hint of curls on his chest.
“I’m going to have a shower,” you said, hoping to tempt him away from his work. He’d done so much; he needed a break, a rewarding fuck and some well-deserved sleep.
He didn’t look up from his laptop. “Hmm.”
With a soft grimace, you headed to the bathroom and slipped off your clothing. You’d have to work harder on your seductions skills. After taking a shower, you’d try again—maybe slip into some sexy lingerie and surprise him at his desk.
You stepped into the shower and turned on the taps, adjusting the water temperature until it was just right. Standing under the warm spray, you closed your eyes, letting the water soothe your tired muscles. Lost in the relaxing flow, you didn’t hear the door open, nor sense August as he slipped into the shower with you.
And, damn what a sight he was. Fully naked, tall and bunching with muscles. His hands were etched with veins, his stomach flat and chiseled, his thighs thick and powerful. And in between his legs, his rigid cock protruded almost angrily, so hard and long that it reached up to his bellybutton.
Your belly gave a little somersault, your inner goddess satisfied.
You smiled. “You know, you really need to stop sneaking up on me. It’s kind of creepy.”
August chuckled as he closed the shower door and stood behind you. “I’m sorry, love. I was so focused that I barely heard you. By the time I did…”
“You’ve done too much work today. You must take a break.”
He beaned in, his breath warm against your neck. “You are absolutely right.”
He trailed kisses down your neck, his hands traveling over your arms, thighs and your belly before cupping the weight of your breasts. He cradled them in his palms, thumbs toying with your nipples. You leaned back in his chest, taking deep intakes of breath.
“I didn’t give my girl much attention today. I need to make it up to her,” his deep voice rumbled, sending a shiver down your spine.
“Hmn.” You hummed but he turned your head and claimed your lips in a kiss. His tongue explored your mouth, warm and probing as it swirled around yours.
He nudged your legs apart with his knee, and you complied, spreading your thighs. “That’s my good girl.”
A finger teased your pussy lips, rubbing round and round and you couldn’t help but moan against his mouth. He still kissed you, while he gathered with your slickness, toying with your clit. Rubbing, tapping, curling and then penetrating you with a thick finger. He did it over and over again.
Your knees wobbled, and he steadied you with a hand around your waist as you climaxed, mewling and gasping in bliss.
“That’s it,” he drawled, his finger pumping gently in your sensitive walls. “Sweet pussy drenching my fingers.”
“Want you,” you muttered, your head a little fuzzy.
“You have me—”
“Want to suck you.”
“Then suck.”
All you could do was whimper and get to your knees before him. August turned off the taps, and moved away your wet hair from your face. One hand cupped his heavy balls while the other pumped his turgid cock. Your tongue travelled up the length of it, following a rigid vein up to the purple tip. Groaning, he lowered his knees so you could reach him better, his hands running up and down your sides.
“Open.” His command was husky.
You opened your mouth and hollowed your cheeks as he slid down your throat. The head touched the back of your throat and you shallowed hard to stop yourself from gagging. He was too big, but he had trained you to take him deep, as deep as possible. Taking deep breaths from your nose, you cupped the cock that didn’t fit and toyed with his sack.
“That’s it. Get me nice and warm, baby,” he said darkly, his fingers pinching your nipples.
August’s hands fisted in your hair, pulling back the entire length of his dick. You licked a wide stripe up his dick then took it back inside your warm mouth. Making correct eye contact, you worked your tongue, and relished in the sight of your man so deep in pleasure.
With only your mouth around him, you had him under your control. With a surge of arousal, you sucked him in earnest, your hands digging into his flexing hips. Lewd sounds encased the shower until he was so out of his mind with pleasure he had to jerk your head away.
He pushed you to your feet and pressed you against the cool tiles, lifting you against his hard body. Your legs wrapped around him, arms locking around his neck. He lined his cock, you were so slick and ready that he surged upwards in one smooth glide. You shut your eyes at the overwhelming stretch and the fullness of him inside you.
“My perfect pussy.”
“My perfect cock.”
He smiled before pulling your mouth to his.
From there on, you lost track of time. You could only feel his steady pumps and the hard girth of him pounding into you. You could only hear his feral growls as he grabbed your asscheeks and thrust you up and down on him, making you take him deep, deeper still.
You moaned without end, running your fingers down his hair, digging your nails into his back and running tongue over his throat.
His thrusts were in perfect sync, sharp and hitting that sensitive spot inside you.
“Oh, like that.” Your heels dug into his tight ass. “D-Don’t stop.”
August didn’t stop, he kept going in the exact same rhythm, changing nothing.
Sweet death. You came hard around him, blabbering his name, crying out incomprehensible sweet words. He followed right after, tensing balls deep inside you, pumping his load inside you with wild abandon.
“Fucking hell.” He sighed against your breasts. “That was so fucking good.”
“Fucking hell indeed.” You grinned, caressing his nape.
“Want to fuck you all night,” he mumbled, taking your nipple into his mouth.
“I want that, too.”
“I must bathe you first.” Holding onto your thighs and keeping himself deep inside you, he sat back on the marble shower seat.
“We’ll bathe? Like this?” you asked incredulously. “You can’t keep me lodged to your cock, August, seriously—”
August grinned and slapped your bum lightly. “Quiet.”
“Cockwarming lover.”
Bringing one hand to cup the back of your neck, he claimed your lips. You moaned against him, rubbing your nipples against his chest. Unintentionally, your hips moved against him, rubbing your clit against his pubic bone.
“Such a demanding woman,” he drawled against your lips, one corner of his mouth turned up.
“Shut up.”
“Who can’t have enough of my dick now?”
You didn’t manage to answer because he took your breath away with his touches, thrusting and rubbing until the both of you gasped into each other’s mouths and came once again.
Perhaps a gerald broflovski x reader nsfw hcs,, there is not enough fic of him istg
okay this is gonna be short because i feel like i don't have a great grasp on his character i'm sorry 😅
nsfw below the cut ^^
he has a weird amount of sex scenes 😭 we've seen him in roleplay and also getting peed on so... do with that as you will
i can definitely see him being a switch. he's pretty open to trying most things, so he doesn't mind being in either position.
but if you aren't open and direct about what you wanna try in bed, i feel like he'd be a boring dom? like not bad, just kinda plain? it's not his fault though!!! hes a traditional man! in his days they didn't have "piss kinks" or "pegging" 😒
but that being said, he's not against trying new things. especially when it comes to you being the dominant one. its different... but he kinda loves it.
and he LOVES receiving head. ofc it's only second best (behind the real thing), but he still goes crazy for it.
he doesn't mind giving head either,,, it's just that he thinks hes the best at it but he's kinda mid 😭 nothing a bit of communication can't fix but still
hes sooo cocky and confident. like i can see him being a whiny ass brat when he bottoms, and a teasing asshole when he doms
are you able to do multiple characters?? eo uhh maybe the life makeover bois react to female reader being like they needed to organize their shoes until they pull out a box abt to propose? :D thankss
bro i gotchu, i gotchu, i just recovered from my wirters block so this miht be roughy :sob: i wrtoe this at 12am so i dont know what im thinking at this hour, also english inst my first lnaguaneg so its a bit rusty in terms of grammar
you're the one i want ！✦
＃；headcanons, gerald x reader, roy x reader, larry x reader, shawn x reader
tags // bro might be ooc to larry cause idk i havent done much analysis with him im so sorry pooks, female proposes first, slight crack, rough writing, also it's short since this is supposed to be hcs not a oneshot susan, [yeah i see you complaining on my shawn x reader hcs post, you know who you are]
ok so hear me out
the two of them decided to propose at the same time.
the atmosphere was slightly weird.
she was giddy, yet fidgeted from time to time, but she managed.
he, on the other hand. was nervous. i mean, sure she was too, but he was more nervous than she was.
his hands were slightly clammy and would be embraced by the cold sweat if they weren't occupied by her hand.
they were out on a balcony from a restaurant, and she and he decided it would be great timing.
since she wore a slightly oversized cardigan since it matched her outfit. it had pockets inside, so it was also the perfect thing to wear so she can hide the box.
"hold on for a second ger, my shoe seems a bit messed up-"
[name] slightly grunted before bending down in her seat. due to physics, the side of the cardigan went down together. she then 'dusted' her shoe and fixed her shoelaces while the other hand went in and grabbed the box.
she slid the box into her sleeve and sat up straight again. "so-"
"can you hear me out for onee second?"
gerald couldn't help but the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile. he always liked hearing his dearest out even if it's a silly thing. he then proceeded to nod and was caught off-guard when [name] took his drinking glass.
she giggled and stood up close to his seat. she then put the glass back down and proceeded to, 'slightly trip'. "oh. woops sorry.." [name] then looked down and got on one knee.
"ehem- gerald. will you, accept this, uh. lustrous- okay. that-"
[name] coughs in her sleeve and shakes her head, "nevermind. gerald, will you marry me..?"
...
...
..?
"..pft.."
"hey.. i didn't know how to do this in a not so awkward way.."
"..well if that was the case, thank you."
"huh?"
"for making this not too awkward. i think we both know the answer to this."
gerald stands up and gently pushes the chair beside and kneeled down. "will you also marry me?"
~ yes. of course i will! ~
wedding/engagement rings
both of them were probably in an amusement park.
[name] she has the ring on a necklace so that way it could be prepared.
it was nothing too extravagant, just a simple ring
as they got their ice cream, they both decided to sit down near a tree shade.
mf, [name] had a skort on, but whatever you do you [anything you're comfy with]. had a jacket on that had pockets on the inside once again lol.
[name] leaned on roy's shoulders. he tensed at first and relaxed before turning his head in [name]'s direction and pecking her cheek before looking away.
lmaoaoaooaoa he;s so babygirl
"hey roy?" roy hummed, indicating he was listening to her. [name] stood up and walked over to where roy was facing at. she squeezed his free hand and cheek, grinning.
roy's face softened, grumbling slightly. "is that all dearest?" [name] shook her head and engulfed him in a hug. he slightly melted at the contact before wrapping his free arm.
[name] pulled back and she pecked roy's lips. "love you." his lips tugged into a smile. "i love you too.." [name] grinned childishly before crouching and totally arranging her shoelaces,
she knelt down for a bit, making roy curious why she just knelt down when she was arranging her shoelaces. she said,
"roy. let me be your forever, and i promise, i'll be here with you."
{ huh.. i was wondering when, but you beat me to it then. you'll be mine, and i'll be yours. }
wedding/engagement rings
teehee
so. both he and [name] were outside, exchanging next novel ideas.
and sipping mmm caffeine yeahh
larry would most of the time steal glances at [name] whilst she gave him her opinions.
oh no! a cat splashed mud on [name]'s shoe, seems like she has to wipe it off
operation fake getting your shoe dirty, failed.
operation going to wipe the 'dirt' off, successfully failed..??
operation proposing, on going-
"and then-" [name] then get cuts off by a cat meowing. "aww.. cat!-"
...
the cat jumped on a muddle and specks of it got onto [name]'s shoe. she irked a bit before sighing, slightly relieved she didn't have to lie much having imaginary dirt on her shoe so she has to wipe it off.
larry coughed to hide his amusement. [name] glared at him before pinching his thigh. "ow-" he slightly 'winced' wanting to give [name] his 'pained' reaction to amuse her.
"don't larry. don't." [name] rolled her eyes before slouching and brought her foot close to her and wiped the specks of mud. she then wiped her hand and got up.
this action caused larry to raise one of his eyebrows. "hey.. where you going?" [name] replied, "i just wanted to stretch, we've been sitting here all day longg."
he chuckled as she exaggerated some words. [name] then knelt down and fixed her shoes before looking at larry and fixed her position making it seem like she was gonna propose.
haha.
right??
"larry. will you be the one who'll stay by my side thru everything?"
( he stayed silent. not expecting this. "ha.. will i? ..of course." )
wedding/engagement rings.
hey bb shawn mendez
he probably had this paper ring he tried to make to give you
mf failed, it looked like a shitty crumpled-up paper just shaped into a circle.
would deffo hide his face when [name] brings it up
[name] and shawn were behind a building just sitting beside each other since there was this lobby i guess
he's clinging onto [name] much.
like, really much.
he's sitting on her lap and resting his head on [name]'s shoulder.
[name] was caressing shawn's back with one of her hands while the other was on shawn's hair. she spoke in a soft tone, "love? can you get off me for a bit?"
shawn grumbled, not really wanting to get off his childhood friend, now partner. "..i don't want to." he embraced [name] tightly. "love, please? my shoes look disorganized."
he pouted and [name] could practically feel it. "..please?"
"fine." shawn groggily got off [name] and she thanked him silently; mouthing thank you. she fixed her clothes before slouching forward to fix her shoe.
[name] carefully; subtly got off where she was seated and said something random to get shawn off-guard for a second. "bananas are considered as berries you know?
"..what?" [name] then quickly knelt down in front of him and got a box out of her pocket. "shawn, this is risky, i know. but, will you marry me..?"
| he tensed up, not knowing what to do. "i.. maybe..? i-" he took a sharp breath, "if it's with you.. then i'm willing to risk my career for you." |
wedding/engagement rings..?
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omg. im done. FINALLY.. YES. also, will do another two[?] requests in my inbox; fandom: saint spells [also its been a month help sorry]
It would become even more somber and irritable than usual. He would cast deadly looks at anyone who tries to talk to you. If he thinks you've indulged in flirting, he won't talk to you for at least a week.
Calanthe:
She would pretend not to be jealous even though in her head she is thinking about how to make the nobleman who dared to flirt with you pay her.She would be very proud when you push back the nobles. As soon as you were left alone, she filled your neck with hickeys so that everyone knows you are hers.
jaskier:
He would sing songs about how much he loves you in front of everyone so men know you're already in a relationship.
Tissaia:
Outwardly she might not seem jealous but in reality she is treating herself from killing the man who dared to try to flirt with you. It would threaten the man never to get close to you again if he doesn't want to die.
Yennifer:
She wouldn't be jealous, because she knows she is far superior to anyone who's flirting with you.
Goddess Of The Underworld | Part One || Geralt of Rivia
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I decided to turn this into a series since I have a lot of great ideas for it, this first part is more of just a little taste of what to expect :)
Thank you for the request! I hope everyone enjoys it!!
Request: Hiiiiii can I please request a Geralt fic, where the reader is like Yennefer but more powerful
Warnings: some cursing
She was born as Hella, the Gentle, but after that fire, her hair turned black and suddenly she was known as Hel. No one knows why.
Goddess Of The Underworld | Part One: The Girl, The Myth
Geralt was sitting at the bar, listening closely to all of the sentences that were coming out of the mouths of the drunk men of the village he was in – he had already forgotten the name. There was not a single woman in the entire room, only a high level of Testosterone filled his nose. The Witcher had just gotten back from an exhausting hunt of a sea creature that had been terrorising innocent habitants who wanted to bathe in the water. He wanted to drown his tiredness in alcohol, as usual.
“She’s back, have you heard?”, whispered an old man next to him to his friend.
“Oi, she better get back down in that hole that she came from!”, the other one shouted, clearly annoyed at whoever they were talking about. “I lost my entire family because of that whore!”, he continued, “I have no ounce of sympathy for that skank!”
The barkeeper noticed how uncomfortable some guests became, “Excuse me, sir… could you maybe keep it down a little bit- “, he got interrupted by the furious costumer,
“NO! Everyone here should know what to expect! This is no woman! This is a monster! A monster that took everything from us! EVERYTHING!”
Before he could continue his rant, Geralt stood up from the bar stool and got closer to the shouting man. With his deep voice he spoke “I think this man has just asked you to be quiet.”
The villager scuffed “Ha, you’re no better… WITCHER! You’re probably one of hers.”
“I’m gonna ask you once again to shut the fuck up”, the Witcher stated to which the old man just laughed, so he continued “we can do this the easy way or my way.”
“I’m not afraid of you witcher”, he spat in Geralt’s face. The white-haired man closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled hard again. He had to contain his anger, not wanting to scare the other customers and ruin the reputation of Witchers even more.
Therefore, he backed off, and sat back on his barstool with the angry look in his eyes not leaving his face.
“Oh well, look. The Witcher might not be as brave as he pretends to be”, the clearly drunk man stood in the middle of the pub with his arms wide open, “come on, stop me-“, before he could continue, he got interrupted by two slightly larger men grabbing his arms and dragging him outside. He was kicking and screaming confusing stuff, making all of the eyes in the room being focused on him.
“I’m feel sorry for him”, the barkeeper suddenly spoke up. Geralt looked up confused
“Why?”
“Ever since his wife and kids died, he’s been looking for an answer, and that Hel woman seems to be his suspect.”
“Well”, his friend that didn’t lose his temper was still sitting next to the Witcher, “but you can’t deny that… you know… it is kind of suspicious, the fire happens and all of a sudden she’s evil…”, he looked at the two men with raised eyebrows, as if to say ‘I’m just saying’.
“I’m sorry about my friend, witcher, sir”, he excused the other man nervously.
Geralt only nodded “You get used to it”, but then he got interested, “who is that… Hel?”
“Rumour has it, that- well… there was a fire a few years ago. It destroyed half of the city and no one knows how it happened. The only survivor who was in the middle of all that was… Hel- Hella”, the bartender explained. The other man continued with the story, making the Witcher turn his head
“A few days later she was found in a pile of ashes, her white hair was suddenly black. A lot of people think that she brought the underworld to life.”
Geralt chuckled “You do know, that’s not possible.”
“I don’t know what’s possible anymore”, the man exhaled, “all I know is that... she hasn’t been seen ever since the day after she was found. Just, puff”, he motioned an explosion with his hands, “gone.”
The Witcher found this story intriguing, interesting – he had never heard of her before. Damn, he wasn’t supposed to stay but now the village had captured him.
Outside of the bar was Roach, who stood perfectly still tied to one of lampposts. A few kids from the small city surrounded him, petting and feeding him apples. As soon as they saw the Witcher approaching, their eyes went wide and all but one ran away. The kids that stayed was a little brown-haired girl, caressing the space between Roach’s eyes.
“I have to go”, Geralt spoke. The girl looked up - her eyes were gold like the finest piece of gold metal you could ever find
“What are you doing here?”, her voice fitted her small body.
The Witcher’s eyebrows scrunched “Do you know who I am?”, to which she answered proudly
“Of course! You’re a Witcher. You protect us from the evil and make sure it won’t come back again”, with a bright smile.
Geralt was about to explain to her that that wasn’t the reason why he was here, but he didn’t have the heart as he looked at the little girl who still had hope in her eyes, who still believed in the good. He crouched down, so he was almost at her height “What’s your name?”
“Freya.”
He smiled “Freya. A beautiful name”, making her giggle, “Can I ask you something? What do you know about the evil?”
Her smile dropped slightly when she remembered the stories her mother had told her “It used to haunt our village and a lot of people died because of a person but now she’s no longer here and you’re keeping her away from us, so nothing bad can happen anymore.”
“And what was the name of that bad woman?”
Freya took a breath and was about to answer when a voice from behind Geralt shouted “Freya! You’re not supposed to talk to strangers!” She ran up to the two and clearly wasn’t able to see the Witcher’s hair at first because as soon as he turned around, her breath stood still “I’m sorry, I didn’t know- “.
“It’s okay, don’t worry”, Geralt smiled slightly.
The mother turned towards her daughter “Could you maybe go back inside and help your sister?” The brown-haired girl nodded
“Goodbye Mister Witcher and thank you!” she said goodbye with a big smile and ran into the house on the side of the road.
“A lot of people are very excited about your presence, Witcher”, the mother spoke.
“The first time I’ve ever heard that”, he chuckled with a sad undertone in his voice.
She smiled kindly “Well, there are two sorts of people... even in this town.” He nodded
“I noticed.”
“I assume you have heard about what happened. Is that why you’re here?”,
“Ehm”, he cleared his throat, “originally no, I’m on my way to Redania actually, but... I think I might have to stay.”
The woman invited the white-haired Witcher into her home, offered him a warm meal and a place to sleep for the night. On the following day, Geralt set out right at twilight, making sure to get the most out of the day since it was a long journey to the mountains, where some assume the woman was hiding.
“Apparently she’s hiding in a cave underneath a mountain that connects here to the underworld”, the mother explained the night before.
With apples for Roach and small snacks for himself, the Witcher took on the adventure he wasn’t prepared for.
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The next chapter will be longer, but I hope that you enjoyed this first part :)
Thank you for the request and excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes! :)
More than likely, this will not be finished. I’m posting it now so I can get it out of my drafts, lol. Sorry~
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“What was that- oh, right, we’re running now-” Suddenly taking off in an inexperienced sprint, Jaskier huffed and puffed and tossed his lute over his shoulder so it hit his back as he ran.
Thump, thump, thump.
Just a mere two seconds before, A loud shout and screech drew the Witcher and Jaskier’s attention as they searched the forest for a beast they’d been paid to kill. In a heartbeat, Geralt rushed toward the scene. He moved so quickly through the forest, he left poor Jaskier behind and arrived in a clearing with his sword gripped tightly in his hand. The blade glinted in the sunlight, boasting its sharpness. The witcher’s eyes, sharp and level, were met with the sight of a young woman gripping a bleeding arm, standing before a mighty griffin and observing her bloody wound. The creature, well built and clearly livid, bucked up and down and flapped its long, deformed wings. The woman barely batted an eye at its intimidating behaviour- simply turning her attention back to the creature.
“Hey!” Geralt yelled when the woman made no sign of moving, instead raising a hand up to the angered creature’s face. The woman glanced back at him, eyes widening before she backed up, hands reaching out as if to calm the beast.
“Stay back!” She yelled, her voice was strained and tired. “Please, stay back!”
A grunt was Geralt’s reply, and he tightened his grip on the sword in his hand. His brow furrowed in annoyance at the woman’s seeming stupidity, and he marched forward. Immediately, the woman took notice. She turned to him, hands now outstretched to keep the griffin and the witcher firmly separated.
“Hey! Did you hear me? I said, stay back! I don’t care how big of a hero you are, stay back, man!” she cried, but Geralt was already close enough to see the sweat dripping down her brow. Behind her, the griffin bucked and flapped its wings again, blurting out another harsh scream. It shook its large head and smacked its tail into the ground, approaching the woman.
Finally, Jaskier arrived on the scene with an exhausted, red face and sweat pooling in the dips of his face. He panted, gripping to a tree and holding his cramping side before yelling, “Fear not, my lady! Geralt of Rivia is here to save you!”
The woman’s brain seemed to take pause. Her expression froze, and her eyes focused on the features of the witcher. Suddenly, the creature behind her screamed again, barely managing to steal her attention as it smacked the ground with its feet and pranced around in a tight circle just to face her again with its head lowered and a mighty glare in its eye.
“Geralt of Rivia? The witcher?” She asked, connecting eyes with the man. “You get back, now!”
“Yes, that’s right, Geralt the White Wolf! Here to save- wait, what?” Jaskier shouted between laboured breaths from his slow sprint.
“I said get back-!” The woman’s yell was cut off when the griffin reared back onto it’s strong hind legs, bringing its claws down on the woman’s shoulder. She made no cry of agony, instead simply stumbled to the ground with her face twisted in pain before quickly stumbling back to her feet, whipping around to the beast. Once again, she put her arms up in an attempt to calm the creature.
Geralt looked at the wound on her shoulder- it was deep and fresh although it was short and narrow, and scarlet blood dripped down her cloth dress, probably staining it. He was taken aback when the woman started speaking elder to the beast, moving to continually stay in front of the griffin’s face. Her eyes were focused on the creature, and her fingers outstretched. Although Geralt did not know her plan, he could clearly see she knew what she was doing through the intent in her careful measures. The sweat and blood that dripped down her flesh did nothing to stop the wise, focused narrow of her eyes.
The griffin stomped its foot and kicked dirt and dead leaves up into the air, grunting at the woman’s actions. It’s tail came to a stopper, and finally, it lowered its head as if it was ashamed. A small noise left the griffin, and it took a small step forward towards the human in front of it.
With a tired sigh, the woman stepped forward, setting her hands on the creature’s beak to pill its face up to hers before reaching back and scratching behind its skull as if it were a mere puppy.
“Are you done with your tantrum now, you silly creature?” She asked as the griffin snuggled into the palm of her hand with its beak and all but apologised with a coo and flick of its tail.
“Alright- I’m sorry- what?” Jaskier interrupted the moment with no hesitation, exchanging an estranged look with Geralt whose body stood as still as marble.
Suddenly, the woman turned on her heel, a sharp glare in her eyes, “I have everything under control.”
“Yes, I can see that through your wounds,” Geralt was quick to reply, but his face dripped with his hesitation and awe as he sheathed his sword. His eyes scanned her movements, studying her body language all the while eyeing the creature behind her with loosely concealed suspicion. The woman’s reply, however, was a huff and a more sturdy glare before she turned away from him.
She put her hand to the beast before her, gently leading the griffin by its beak away from the clearing, “Please, leave the forest. The last thing I need in these woods is an armed witcher.”
Poor Jaskier was stunned as he watched the woman go and absorbed her words. His brain seemed to lag behind, eyes catching on the creature flicking its tail and adjusting its strangely-bent wings as it followed her. Eyes never leaving the strange pair of beast and woman, he stumbled forward to Geralt, gripping onto his armoured shoulder. Jaskier peeked at Geralt’s face, and quickly found himself relieved as he spotted the same astonishment he felt.
“What in the hell just happened?” Jaskier asked, glancing back at the woman and Griffin's disappearing forms before gluing his eyes back to Geralt.
Geralt grunted as his brows furrowed. A frown grew on his face, and without a word to Jaskier he started after the strange young woman.
“I don’t know,” He admitted after making it halfway across the clearing, branches crunching beneath his foot. Jaskier quickly chased after him, his lute smacking against his back and creating all sorts of noises just as before
Thump, thump, thump.
The woman had to know she was being followed- and yet, she made no moves to confront the men about their actions. The pair followed the griffin and the young woman through the woods, slowly growing closer and closer to the woman and her beast as the walk dragged on.
Jaskier startled when a roar echoed through the trees- a roar that could not have come from the griffin. Worried, he shot a glance to the witcher in front of him who marched on with determination.
“You should turn back now,” The young woman’s voice suddenly called, grabbing their attention. She stopped walking, turning to look at the two as the griffin continued on past her with another flick of its tail. The young woman’s eyes were sharp as they met Geralt’s, a challenge in both their eyes. Geralt said nothing as he watched her, walking until he stood before her.
“I really don’t trust you,” She stated calmly, cautiously continuing to challenge Geralt with her eyes. Showing care with his actions, Geralt reached forward, gently taking her arm and carefully observing the bloody, torn flesh.
“This requires attention, as does your shoulder,” He deflected her statement, eyes turning back to meet hers.
“And these wounds will get what they need,” The young woman stole her arm back, moving away from the man and walking after the griffin. Both the men followed after her once again, Geralt more at ease than before.
“What’s your name, my lady?” Jaskier asked, trotting to catch up with Geralt and the woman. The woman barely got a few strides across the forest floor before Jaskier continued to pester her.
“Did you hear me, my lady?” He inquired, stepping on a branch and stumbling, before catching himself on Geralt’s armour and earning a glare.
Jaskier straightened himself up while his cheeks turned red, shifting his shirt to boost his confidence before gaining the courage to once again ask, “My lady?”
“For heaven's sake,” The young woman groaned. “My name is (Y/n).”
“Ah-! (Y/n)- what a wonderful name for a- for a- Wonderful? Strange? Oh, for a woman,” Jaskier tripped over his words, not sure if adding “wonderful” or “strange” before “woman” was the right course of action. “My name is Jaskier, the bard who travels with Geralt of-” Jaskier was cut off by another, more fierce roar. The young woman paused, before picking up her pace and rushing across the forest floor to the source of the noise.
A cabin came into view, and very quickly, the trio arrived at their apparent destination. A ramshackle, poorly cared for cabin stood before them. Overgrown bushes of beautiful, large flowers and sprawling, deep green leaves grew all over the house. There was a window with a single, broken, wooden shutter and a strange little creature peeking out of it. As Geralt’s stare deepened on the animal’s form, it disappeared into the cabin.
(Y/n) hurried towards the dilapidated structure, grabbing a handful of large, bright flowers and yanking until their vines and bushes gave way. Clutching many of the bright flowers in her hand, she wiggled past the griffin from before, who stood in the doorway of the cabin and flicked its tail as it had many times before.
Geralt and Jaskier exchanged looks once again, before approaching the cabin. Geralt was first to enter, feeling uneasy as he squeezed himself by the griffin and into the cottage with a thoroughly annoyed huff. Jaskier followed, wiggling like a madman by the griffin who turned to give the bard a strange look.
“Oh, dear lord,” Jaskier mumbled with a nervous chuckle, grimacing as he looked the griffin in the eye. In front of him, Geralt scowled at Jaskier’s antics, before turning to gaze at the young woman’s actions.
She stood in front of a messy, wooden table, before holding the flowers up and placing her injured arm on the table, placing two of the flowers on the wound. Her other hand groped around to find herbs, reading the labels before lazily shoving them in her mouth and chomping them up. Once a fine paste was made, she took it and smeared it into her wounds underneath the petals of the flowers. Finally, she glanced back at Geralt and Jaskier almost nervously. She took a breath and sighed, before muttering enchantments in elder.
Geralt’s stare deepened on the torn flesh of her arm as it began to stitch itself back together beneath the petals and herbs. Some of the fresh blood and paste were sucked back into her body, and soon enough, a few scars and dead flowers were all that was left.
“You’re a mage!” Jaskier practically shouted, before (Y/n) raised a hand to silence the man. She turned to speak to them, but another woman burst into the room holding the strange creature from the window before.
“(Y/n)! The wyvern eggs are hatching!” The woman shouted, the creature in her arms squeaking in distress. Immediately, (Y/n) bolted up, rushing towards the door.
“Quick! We need to imprint on them-” She shouted, shoving past the newcomer.
Very quickly, Geralt took a step forward, intending to pursue the women as the newcomer took off after (Y/n), “Your shoulder-”
“-can wait! This takes priority. Stay there, witcher!” She shouted, voice raising as she disappeared into a new room. Geralt, however, was quick to ignore her instructions as he followed her into the dusty room.
Jaskier glanced back at the griffin, connecting eyes with it and frowning before awkwardly prancing after the women. He shoved past Geralt to get a good view- finding (Y/n) with her face barely hovering over a short, woven basket with eggs shining like emeralds.
The eggs were cracked, and cracking open even further. There was a little beak peeking out from one of the eggs, pearly white and fresh to the world.
“Megean, don’t you want to imprint on them as well?” (Y/n) asked, barely glancing back at her companion.
She didn’t catch the shake of Megean’s head, instead barely replying after Megean replied, “I can help you care for the creatures, but dealing with them is your job.”
“As you wish,” (Y/n) replied, barely acknowledging the reply before finally: “Ah, there’s a little eye.”
Geralt and Jaskier held their breaths as suddenly, the eggs top cracked open, and a leathery wing shoved its way through. Jaskier’s mouth dropped open as finally, the baby wyvern was born.
“You mean to imprint on these creatures?” Geralt’s voice suddenly rumbled in the quiet, eyeing the newborn skeptically. “They’re solitary animals.”
(Y/n) nodded gently, head never turning away from the hatching creatures, “I’m well aware. But when they’re young, it’s the best time to trump their nasty little attitudes. Getting them used to my scent and appearance should prove valuable to the process.”
Geralt’s brows furrowed, and he glanced up to meet the eyes of Megean. She smiled comfortingly at the man, before laying the pig-like creature in her arms on the ground. Immediately, it scuttled out the door without a care.
“We care for beasts of all kinds, rescuing them and bringing them here. It’s a family affair- my brother finds the creatures we can rescue and brings them here. (Y/n) is our cousin- she bonds with them, heals them, and then does most of the care for them. I’ve never seen a passion like hers before,” Megean explained earnestly, keeping eye contact with Geralt as she wiped her sweaty palms on her worn dress.
“A passion to care for dangerous beasts with… fangs, and the like?” Jaskier questioned, his face taken up by an odd expression.
Jaskier and Geralt hadn’t even noticed the other eggs had hatched as (Y/n) slowly stood to her feet, cradling a small wyvern in her arms as she spoke up, “That’s one way to put it.”
Geralt’s eyes were drawn to a speck of scarlet- once again, there was a fresh wound on the young woman. A small nick on the hand that gently supported the creatures front- apparently, it hadn’t wanted to be picked up.
“I can’t imagine the scars,” Jaskier seemed to notice too, and with his rude comment earned a kick to his heel from Geralt. The simple kick nearly sent the bard toppling to the ground with a sharp yipe.
Luckily, a loud, long roar distracted both the young women from the bard’s comment.
“The manticore,” Both Megean and (Y/n) muttered and exchanged a look, before (Y/n) hastily handed off the perturbed newborn wyvern to her cousin. Megean looked as if she would protest upon nearly receiving a bite, but when the creature was already in her arms, she seemed to give up and allowed (Y/n) to escape from her reach.
(Y/n) squeezed past the men, patting the griffin on the neck as she moved past it once again. It hardly seemed to care, flicking its tail and sighing as if it were human. If only it could express itself with more than a flick of its tail, it would be a happier creature.
Another angered roar echoed through the cabin as Geralt and Jaskier finally escaped it. They promptly followed after (Y/n), Geralt in particular looking as if he was going to tackle the woman as he marched after her with his jaw rolling.
“A manticore? Are you insane? It could kill you in one jab of its tail!” Geralt seethed, trying to get his point across to the young woman as she marched over to a barn past multiple bird-like and serpent-like creatures who basked in the sun between the leaves of the forest.
Jaskier seemed to have horrible luck this day, seeing as he stepped on one beast’s tail and earned himself a nip on the behind. He yelped and turned around to give the animal a piece of his mind, forgetting the situation with the young woman.
“Yes, well, better not piss it off then,” (Y/n) replied to Geralt, opening the barn’s door. Immediately, another roar and a hiss became more prominent, and suddenly both Geralt and (Y/n) were trampled to the ground. The manticore rushed out into the open air, and Geralt threw himself to his feet, grabbing his sword.
“Don’t you dare!” (Y/n) quickly screamed as she rolled to her stomach in the dirt. “He just gets excited!”
Geralt glanced down at the woman, sword already gripped tightly in his hand before the manticore had already pranced several yards ahead of them. His posture was tense, and he widened his stance as his eyes focused back on the creature as his teeth ground together.
The manticore, however, wasn’t the slightest bit interested in the witcher. It spun once in a patch of sunlight, stretching forward on its front legs with its rump in the air as its scorpion tail uncurled and shook with the effort of the stretch. A deep throated yawn left the creature’s chest, and it suddenly settled onto the ground in the sunlight.
“Are you kidding me?” Jaskier, who had watched the small scene from afar stood with his hands on his hips, brows furrowed, and jaw gaping open.
The woman finally heaved herself to her feet with a tired sigh, bent over and huffing for a moment before rolling back into a standing position, “You see? I told you, he just gets excited. He loves being in the sunlight- but, I can’t let him out without supervision. He caused an incident with a child from the village over a month ago.”
Being in a poly relationship with Gerald and Jaskier HC’s
Meeting
- you meet them after saving their asses from a bunch of elves
- before they could thank you however you were gone
- they meet you again when they come into town to collect their money and see you cleaning up the bar
- you worked there for your uncle
- when they finally were able to thank you Jaskier asked for you to join them
- Gerald was shocked at first but agreed and all of a sudden you were traveling with them
SFW
- you were the one who actually got Gerald and Jaskier together, noticing their chemistry
- soon after Jaskier once again asked you to join them and you did once again, happily
- you’re usually a mediator between both of the boys and are also the one to convince Gerald to let Jaskier have this own horse
- when you meet Yen you both get along rather well
- this scares the shit out of Gerald
- Jaskier loves to sing you to sleep so much and you love it too
- they love spoiling you every time you go into a town
- whether is be with clothes, food or songs
- helping Gerald open up about his troubles in life
- he eventually becomes comfortable enough to talk you and Jaskier about such things
- Gerald always wanting to help you onto your horse despite the fact you are 100% capable
- both boys love to be held by you
- sitting on Geralds lap in bars while Gerald has his arm around Jaskier and you play with Jaskiers hair
- baths together 👌🏻
- getting into water fights together when you decide to go down to the river for a swim on a hot day
- star gazing
- you absolutely love Roach and give her all the sweet head scratches and hugs
- Gerald almost faints from love the first time he sees it
- you are all so protective of each other omfg!!!
- one day you get Gerald real drunk and he ends up pulling Jaskier up from his seat and dancing with him as you play
- running your hands through both of their hair as they envelop you in their arms is everyone’s favourite way to cuddle
NSFW
- the first time they see each other naked they just stare at each other in amazement for a while
- when they see you naked for the first time however, their jaws drop to the ground
- okay so you are all total switches and the amount of dynamics that happen in the bedroom are infinite
- some of your favourite include:
You being in charge and treating Jaskier like a sweet boy but treating Gerald like a whore
Gerald being in charge of both of you and just destroying you both
Both you and Gerald taking care of your sweet little bard with no concern for your own pleasures
- both Gerald and Jaskier getting really turned on when they find out you’re able to carry Jaskier
- you and Jaskier dancing and putting on a nice show for your Witcher
- any of you getting started before the other has joined in and that person just ending up watching
- making each other jealous by dancing with someone else is both a fun and dangerous game 😉
- Jaskier would admit this though Gerald wouldn’t but they both LOVE it when you’re in charge of them
- like Jaskier being your sweet boy who is just so good to you and Gerald being your whore who’s face you sit on or slap him as you bounce on his cock
- Jaskier with sweet kisses and Gerald with kisses full of hair pulling and teeth
- once again Gerald won’t admit this but Jaskier will but they love it when those roles are also switched
- Gerald being treated like your sweet baby boy with light touches and sweet kisses whereas Jaskier takes what you give him like a good whore and loves when you spit in his mouth and make Gerald fuck his face
can i request 180 ‘you have no idea what you do to me’ for g-eazy? please and thank you
180: “ You have no idea what you do to me. ”
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it was a relationship literally no one expected to happen, and actually work. you and gerald were the complete opposite people, but you two were perfectly made for each other.
you liked to stay inside and read, watch movies and drink tea while gerald liked to go out, party, and drink until he can’t remember the night.
but there were times where your two worlds collided, you were finally out of the house at a club with your friends, but you still watched movies on your phone. gerald walked over to you and started to talk to you, offering you a drink. when you declined, he found you interesting.
“normally girls wouldn’t reject a free drink. i like you” he smiled and sat next to you, and you paused your movie to talk to him. you and gerald talked for over an hour, laughing, smiling, like it was a date. you had seen this guy on your phone before, heard his songs on the radio. after talking to him for that hour, you realized he was a real person with real emotions. yeah you knew he was real, you just knew some people saw celebrity emotions as invisible, like they didn’t have feelings.
after talking for a few months, he invited you to come out to parties, but you politely declined every time.
“parties aren’t my thing, i hate being around so many people” you say over the phone, flipping the page in your book. “i’d much rather be in a world on a page, rather than a crowded party where i could easily have a panic attack. i’m sorry, but i have to-“
“why don’t i come over tonight? we can watch movies, eat snacks, and fall asleep in each other’s arms. sound like a plan?” he said and you smiled.
“yes yes yes! i’m so excited!” you squeal and hang up, setting up snacks and some games like uno. in about 15 minutes, a knock sounded at the door. “come in!”
gerald walked in in sweatpants, a loose t shirt and slides. he walked over to you and wrapped his arm around your waist, kissing you deeply. “hello baby”
“hi ger” you smile back and turn back to the cookie ingredients.
“what’re you making, love bug?”
“i’m making pumpkin spice cookie with white chocolate chips. it’s now september, which means it’s basically halloween. i’ve made these before, and they’re amazing! do you wanna help?”
“i don’t know how to” he shrugged and tied on an apron. you helped him follow step by step instructions, and soon you put the cookies in the over. “it’s like sending your kids off to college”
“i’m so proud of you!”
you two played a few rounds of uno until the timer dung, gerald taking them out and letting them cool down before scooping them up and eating one, moaning.
“wow! we’re badass!” he gave you a high five and you giggle.
“who knew? gerald gillum making pumpkin spice cookies” he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, your arms around his waist as you looked up at him.
“you have no idea what you do to me.” he whispered and leaned down, kissing you sweetly.
