#geralt x reader

[be-xkyy]

I really have a type 👀

(Handsome men with long white/blonde hair🧝🏻‍♂️😏)

Part 2

[yourmum8609]

will die on this hill. the dad best friend fanfics that go into detail about how they have known you since your were 4 are disgusting and borderline disturbing. like your talking about having sex with a girl you literally watched grow up. ew. it’s creepy. like… no.

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

[blackmarketfruitrollups]

A/n inspired by the winter storm currently trapping me in my home.

"I'm so cold." She moaned, miserable. "I can't even feel my toes."

He tossed a few more logs on the fire, then turned to where she was huddled on the couch. He pulled the wool blankets higher around her shoulders and leaned down to peck her on the forehead.

"Your nose is looking pretty cold, too." He observed.

She nodded sadly. "I guess I'm just going to freeze to death."

He chuckled, stroking her hair lovingly. "My silly little wife."

Turning towards the little table next to the couch, he picked up her mug of tea, pushing it carefully into her hands.

"I'm going to go get my mug." He hummed. "Then we can keep reading our book, how does that sound?"

She smiled up at him, significantly warmer as the fire grew, the light from it licking up the walls of their cozy cottage.

"You mean I can keep reading our book to you." She spoke into her mug.

He shrugged, guilty. "Is it a crime to enjoy hearing your voice?"

She flushed, then shooed him away playfully. "Hurry up and get your tea. Then we can cuddle while I read."

"Whatever my wife wants." He hummed, smiling.

"And would you grab me more socks on the way please?"

[connorsui]

The scent of you lingers—soft, sweet, utterly misplaced amidst the steel and stone that make up his world. Jasmine and rosewater, clinging to the heavy hush of the corridor, weaving itself into the fabric of his being, staining him with something he will never wash away.

He should not breathe it in, should not let it settle in his lungs like something vital, like something he could not live without. And yet, here he stands, motionless, a knight undone by the mere presence of his queen.

You are close. Too ... close.

The space between you is a fragile thing, thin as the lace that drapes over your arms, as delicate as the breath that catches in your throat when his gloved hand twitches at his side, as if longing—aching—to reach for you. The flickering torchlight casts golden embers against your skin, makes a halo of your hair, tricks his mind into thinking you are something divine, something holy. And perhaps you are.

Lace whispers against cold metal as you lift a hand, fingers tracing the ridges of his armor with a familiarity that should not exist. A tenderness that should not be his to claim.

"You stand before me, silent as ever," you murmur, tilting your head, your gaze searching his with something unspoken. "Tell me, my love, has your tongue forsaken you?"

A slow exhale. You are toying with him, as you always do—sharp and knowing, your power lying not in the crown you bear but in the way you speak his name as though it is something sacred. He should not indulge this, should not stand here beneath your touch, should not let his resolve fracture like glass beneath your fingertips. And yet, he does.

"You tempt fate," he says finally, voice low, reverent.

A confession. A warning.

"And yet, it is all I have left."

His breath catches. The weight of your words settles heavy in the space between you, a truth neither of you wish to name. The world will take everything from you—has already begun to. The court has spoken. The match has been made. Soon, you will belong to another, to some noble born into a name that carries weight, to a man who will sit beside you on the throne that he himself has bled for.

Yet you reach for him.

Your fingers brush the worn leather at his shoulder, linger where armor meets flesh, as if you could undo him with a touch alone. And God help him, you can.

"Tell me you do not love me," you whisper, voice steady but for the way your fingers tremble against him. "Tell me your heart belongs only to your duty, and I will go. I will leave you to your honor, to your kingdom, to whatever lies ahead without me."

His jaw tightens. He sways, barely perceptible, as if your words have struck him like a blade to the chest. It would be the right thing to do, would it not?

To let you go? To be the man honor demands he be?

But honor has never known the way your voice softens when you say his name. Honor has never felt the warmth of your hand in his, delicate and desperate and pleading. Honor has never stood in the shadows, torn between love and duty, between a kingdom and the only thing that has ever truly belonged to him.

"No," he breathes, bowing his head, his voice raw with everything he has refused to say. "No, my beloved. My heart is yours, now and always."

A queen must wed. A knight must serve.

And yet, in this stolen moment, he falls to his knees before you—not as a knight, not as a man sworn to duty—but as the only fool who has ever loved you as you deserve.

[princezzleia]

x reader she's like Barbie. she can be anything. she can be everything. she can do whatever I'm not dare to do in rl and she can choose her man. *sigh* Life've never been better.

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

‘If you get grossed out by pubic hair and talking about periods, you don’t deserve pussy’ kinda characters

[witchthewriter]

𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: just a bunch of my favourite men!

18+

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐧

・Kisses you goodmorning and goodnight, every single day without forgetting

・Always helps you get ready in the morning and helps you get undressed at night. His nimble fingers always steady.

・Doesn't let anyone talk over the top of you. All he has to do is give his 'stern face' and anyone will stop talking

・His favourite place to be is in your arms. With your legs tangled with his.

・Aragorn's kisses are always passionate. Cupping your face, he doesn't care whose around. All he knows is that his mouth needs to be on yours.

𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐭

・Doesn't like to admit it, but he likes that he's taller than you

・He likes to bathe together, with you sitting in his lap, his cock hard against your back

・Your hand finds it and grips tight. Moving back and forth until Geralt grunts and lifts you up, placing his dick inside you.

・Sex with Geralt verges on animalistic. He grunts and groans when he's inside you, hands gripping tight, skin to skin, biting and sucking.

・He doesn't like PDA, but when you're alone, he needs you badly.

𝐉𝐚𝐱

・Lets you sleep in when he's home

・Without fail, gives you a forehead kiss every single day

・Loves spending money on you, jewelry, clothes, honestly whatever you want. Doesn't care what it is, if his baby wants something, then they'll goddamn have it

・Whenever he goes for a shower, he leaves the bathroom door open. Almost like an invitation (it's definitely an invitation)

・Has a prospect follow you around so that nothing bad can happen while he isn't there

・You just end up inviting the prospect inside, making him lunch, letting him watch tv etc. (When Jax finds out he's ... less than happy)

𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐫𝐨

・Completely feral and completely yours.

・Will call someone out for even looking at you a certain way

・Once hit a guy because you told him no but he kept flirting with you anyway

・Is very insecure but doesn't let anyone but you see that side of him

・So in love with you that your well-being becomes his top priority

"Babe, have you eaten today? Drank any water? If the answers no I'm gonna be pissed!"

・When you're on the couch, he'll massage your feet, you think it's sweet until he starts cracking your toes

𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧

・You're the only person he trusts wholly.

・Caraxes adores you. You always bring him a treat and sit with him and talk (he understands).

・So that obviously means you go flying with Daemon all the time.

・He never lets anyone speak down to you nor does he let people speak ill of you. (You remember what happened to Vaemond).

・Daemon would do anything for you, he'd cross any line to keep you safe.

・Loves leaving bite marks on your skin where others can see it.

・Shows his vulnerable side to you and only you

𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦

・Cried during your wedding, he didn't think anyone would want to spend time with him, let alone all their time and love

・When you shared a bed for the first time, he had moved so far away that he was on the edge of the bed

・You had to drag him toward you, and show him that physical touch is okay

・For your birthday, he always has flowers ready to give to you

・He's quite the romantic, loves slow dancing with you; even without music

・Adores when you brush his hair, he'd sit there for hours feeling the comb go through his hair

・Intimidates anyone who makes you uncomfortable, his strength rippling underneath the surface of his skin, ready to protect the one he loves the most

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐬

・Being married to this old Scot means you are loved unconditionally

・With his hidden life, he still tells you everything that's going on

・Chibs loves gently grabbing you by the cheeks and kissing you softly.

・He sleeps on the side that's closest to the door (just in case someone breaks in)

・He wants to take you to Scotland one day, show you where he grew up etc

・Always makes sure you have a ride wherever you're going

・Before he leaves for the day, Chibs will lean his forehead against yours and whisper, "I love you."

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧

・Will throw a blanket over you and tackle you to the ground...but out of cuteness aggression. He also likes to bite you - lightly, lightly.

・Thinks you're the sexiest thing alive and tells you all the time. Even in front of Uhtred

・Smacks your ass when it's just the two of you

・And when you're alone, he's always ready.

・Dick hard, balls heavy, Finan is leaking for you.

"Please, would you help me, my love?"

・You can't help the way he looks like this either; all flushed and needy.

・One of the perks of being married to Finan is that you know every time you fuck, he's going to make you cum.

𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫

・Loves sweeping you off your feet and spinning you around

・Has so much love for you that he hurts with it

・Likes when you help him remove his armour. He asks for you all the time

・Wants to know how your day went, if anything out of the blue happened

・Would 1000% pass the bird theory

・Loves putting his head in your lap

・If there's any danger, he pushes you behind him and tells you to stay close

"I'll never let harm come to you, I promise you that."