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[ficsandcatsandficsandcats]

touch starved Geralt's reaction to you grabbing his hand in public and threading your fingers through his

Fandom: The WitcherPairing: Geralt x ReaderWord Count: 313Rating: GTaglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak @whatevermonkey @mynamesoundslikesherlock @magic-multicolored-miracle @writingstudent @amirahiddleston @coffee-and-stories @mlleecrivaine @ultracolorfulnerdcollection  a/n: *catches feelings* *pitches them back to you*

“Ohh Geralt, look, tulips!”

You threaded your fingers through his, pointing towards the little market stall holding the many-hued blooms. Geralt’s heartbeat was slow. So slow there were times you feared he had died and listened in breathless anticipation until you felt it thump. The moment your fingers threaded through his it beat in time like a normal man, three times faster than usual and so loud he felt certain everyone around you could hear it. He looked at you though you were looking away, marveling at the fact of you yet again. You stood here, hand in hand, not caring who saw or judged. You didn’t care about the dirty looks and grimaces. You didn’t let anyone get away with treating him poorly, your intensity in defending him outweighing even his loyal bard’s. Geralt had tried to tell himself he didn’t need this, the love or the unconditional acceptance or the touch. Gods, most of all the touch. The feeling of skin on skin. A human who would look a monster in the eyes, see his heart and reach out. More than reach out, because reaching alone made him fearful. But actively touching him. You were never lovelier than the moments he held you in his arms and he never felt more loved than when you touched him even in the briefest of ways. The casual nature of your touch somehow felt all the more powerful.

You turned to look at him and found the amber eyes already on you, an unreadable expression in them. Unreadable for now, but one day you would know their meaning.

“Shall we?” you asked, gesturing towards the stall with your head. Your fingers were cold and rough and nothing had ever felt better. He closed his fingers around yours, enveloping them and filling them with warmth, every new inch of skin against yours a revelation.

“Hmm.”

[randomfandomimagine]

Prompt: "Kiss me again, like you mean it." with Geralt pretty please?

Great! Thank you so much for requesting, @writingstudent! Sorry that it took some time to post, cutie, but I hope you like it :)

Geralt of Rivia x Gender!Neutral Reader

“Well, if you’ll excuse me, my fans await” Jaskier smirked, grabbing his lute and leaving the room.

As soon as the door closed behind him, sinking the room in silence, I locked eyes with Geralt. The corner of his lips raised in the subtlest of ways.

“We’re finally alone” He told me, his gruffy voice sending shivers down my spine as he closed the distance between us. “What do you want to do?”

“Remember when you kissed me when we arrived and Jaskier was disctracted?”

“Hm”

“Kiss me again, like you mean it” 

Geralt smiled at me. The way he was watching me, I could read all his untold emotions. All those words he wouldn’t say, that he didn’t need to say, were written in his smitten and fond expression. One that i didn’t get tired of seeing.

I couldn’t appreciate it for much longer, however, because his lips were soon attacking mine. Hungrily, like I wanted them to. They danced against mine, moving in sync as our mouths opened.

My eyes closed, melting into the exchange as his arms pushed me against his broad chest. My hands rested on his nape, tangling amongst long tufts of soft silver hair.

Our loud breathing filled the room, inundated with our panting as the kiss only deepened and deepened. Mine halted when his hands lowered from my back to my thighs, causing me to yelp in surprise. 

His rough calloused fingers squeezed my legs, being accompanied by a soft grunt as he paused the movement of his lips just for a second. Understanding his plea without needing any words, I hopped upwards trusting him to catch me. He held me against his torso, securing my legs around his waist, as he carried me to the bed.

In our fervor, we hadn’t noticed something crucial. The sounds outside had quieted down, and there was no music anymore. The door suddenly swung open, and a voice exclaimed in outrage.

“Oi, for fuck’s sake!” Jaskier complained, slamming the door as he came in. “Can you stop for five bloody minutes?!” 

Geralt lowly groaned, begrudgingly letting go of me to carefully drop me to my feet once more. Even as Jaskier glared at us, we still held on to each other, nearly challenging him. Geralt held on to my waist as I locked my arms around his neck.

“Unbelievable...” The bard muttered to himself as he moved to the other bed to leave his lute. “I leave for a bit, to earn us some coin, by the way... and you just start snogging like your lives depend on it...” 

As he continued to swear us under his breath, I smirked and planted a sneaky kiss on Geralt’s lips. The witcher smiled, tightening his soft grasp on me and reciprocating with another subtle kiss.

We grinned at each other, finding a twisted amusement in being affectionate behind Jaskier’s back. I read the challenge in his golden eyes, raising an eyebrow as though he asked me to participate in his game.

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[magic-multicolored-miracle]

Say five things you like about yourself, publicly, and then send this to 10 of your favourite followers (if you want) ♡

Hi darling,

I appreciate your spreading of positivity 😊 but since I just answered this yesterday I'm just going to say one additional one instead of wracking my brain for 5 unique new things.

I like that I am determined (or some might say "driven by spite") and don't let anyone or anything stop me.

I hope you're doing well and have a lovely night/day/vestigial mode of time measurement based on solar cycles. 💙

[riviawitch3r]

Say five things you like about yourself, publicly, and then send this to 10 of your favourite followers (if you want) ♡

Ah jeez.......ok lemme think...

My eyes, I think they're really nice

My freckles are kinda cute

My creativity - I like to think I come up with (somewhat) original ideas sometimes

.....um. I think the cupid's bow of my upper lip is pretty cute?

Uh.............umm....idk someone else toss in a fifth thing

[hellyeahomeland]

I absolutely adore this blog, thank you so much for existing. I just discovered it and this is everything I have ever needed and more. Keep up the good work

thank you!!! 

[ficsandcatsandficsandcats]

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?” smth with Geralt please ? 🥰🥰

Fandom: The WitcherPairing: Geralt x ReaderWord Count: 749Rating: T/MTaglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak @whatevermonkey @mynamesoundslikesherlock @magic-multicolored-miracle a/n: This doesn’t go Full Smut but it’s a nice Prelude to Smut and I welcome anyone who reads it to write a part II. Hope you like it!

You screwed up your mouth as you stared down at the map, pensively examining the route that had been suggested. Your hands grasped the table and you were bent over it, too caught up in your strategizing to notice when the witcher entered the tent. You were also oblivious to the way his eyes scanned the provocative arch of your back as you stood doubled over. You didn’t see the way his pupils dilated with lust as he moved to face you and took in the generous amount of cleavage that was presented to him, and the way you bit your lip as you tried to decide if it was a good plan or if there was a better one hiding somewhere right before your eyes.

“Y/N?” Geralt said, finally done waiting quietly for you to recognize he was there when you made a husky, growling sound of frustration that he knew well from other circumstances. You looked up, startled but pleased to see him.

“Oh! Geralt! How long have you been standing there?” you asked. His stern mouth quirked into a smile and he shook his head slightly before the golden eyes settled back on yours.

“Not long,” he answered, “What are you doing?”

You sighed heavily, incidentally pushing out your chest as you did and your hands fell to your hips as you looked back at the map.

“Well I’m just not convinced that this route they told us to take is the best choice,” you explained and then you bent back over, pausing to stretch your neck, making a deep, low sigh that bled into a moan as you eased your tense muscles. “Come here, let me show you.”

Geralt followed your request, thinking all the while of the many things he’d rather you show him than a dusty map for a hunt he couldn’t care less about right now.

“See now this is where they have us going now. They think we should penetrate from the back but I think it’s better to get on top and get a good eyeful as we ride,” you explained, your fingers skimming the mountain trail, totally unaware of the way Geralt gaped at your words.

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?” Geralt asked, the low rumble of his baritone suddenly close as you turned to find he’d crouched near you, face inches from yours. His brow was furrowed intently as though he were trying to suss out any subterfuge or mischief.

“What are you talking about, Geralt?” you asked, genuinely confused, your heart leaping to your throat at the nearness of him and the warmth of his body so close to yours but still too far.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” he insisted, squinting at you suspiciously.

“I’m examining the trail,” you said, your eyebrow arching defensively, “So I’ll ask you again, what are you talking about?”

“Oh I don’t know, I walk in and you’re bent over the table, tits out, moaning and stretching and taking about riding and penetrating things,” he grumbled, roaming over your body as he spoke. You turned to face him, rising to your full height which still let you greatly dwarfed by the giant witcher, crossing your arms over your chest which only served to push them up a bit higher.

“If you can’t make your horny little brain turn off long enough for me to do my work, that’s not my problem,” you chastised. His eyes widened and he gave a start that brought Jaskier to mind as he reeled from your words.

“Horny little brain?” he barked.

“Yes!” you snapped back.

“I have half a mind to show you what my horny little brain can conjure and I promise it’s much more exciting than someone staring at a map,” he argued, moving in closer.

“Oh big words from a big man, what are you going to do about it?” you charged. Large hands seized your waist and roughly tossed you up onto the table, the map falling off as you tried to grasp for leverage as Geralt hiked up your skirt. He paused, one hand gripping your smallclothes, and the golden eyes peered into yours, a beast barely restrained, waiting for the order to attack.

“What do you want me to do about it?” he asked. You smiled, a small, hungry, wicked small. A smile that promises him everything he wants to do and more, but still he waits.

“Everything.”

[ficsandcatsandficsandcats]

"Don’t you get it? I’m in love with you and it scares the hell out of me." and “ Running seems to be all you’re good at. “ with Geralt pls?

Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Geralt x Reader Word Count: 783 Rating: T Taglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak​ @whatevermonkey​ @mynamesoundslikesherlock​ @kemmastan​ @magic-multicolored-miracle​ @writingstudent​ @mlleecrivaine​ @coffee-and-stories​ @amirahiddleston​ @ultracolorfulnerdcollection​ @astouract​ @your-not-invisible-to-me​ @mycat-is-mylove a/n: Here you goooo

It happened so quickly you reeled from it.

The night before Geralt had held you in his arms and you’d fallen asleep to the slow but steady beating of his heart and his reassuring, warm embrace. The next morning you woke up, cold and alone, and when you left the tent to greet him he gave you a stiff nod.

“Good morning,” you said, giving him a warm smile as you leaned in for a kiss.

“We’re parting ways in Oxenfurt,” he said, leaning his face away to focus back on his packing.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, voice filled with hurt and confusion.

“I have a friend there who can ensure you find a new life or he can help you go wherever you’d like, but our travels together end there,” he explained, the amber eyes falling on yours with a cool, distant expression in them. You wondered for a moment if you were dreaming or if this was some mage who had taken his form. Your mind couldn’t wrap itself around the idea that this was the same man who’d whispered three, impossible words to you while half-asleep the night before.

“Geralt this is ridiculous, I’m not going anywhere,” you scoffed, choosing denial as your best course of action.

“Not unless you wish to. Oxenfurt is a lovely town,” he said.

“What the hell is going on? Look me in my eyes and tell me that you’re doing this. Tell me that you want me to leave,” you demanded. He raised his eyes to meet yours again, his expression stony, though you could see a glint of pain in them as he spoke.

“I want you to leave.”

You shook your head and his eyes fell away.

“No… no you don’t. Something’s happened,” you argued.

“I’m a witcher, Y/N, this is what we do. We travel and we run and we hunt and it’s not a life for you,” he snapped.

“Running seems to be all you’re good at,” you bit back, “Even now, I’m trying to understand what is going on and you keep running from me, retreating behind your role of heartless mutant. I know that’s bullshit so at least have the respect to tell me what’s really going on.”

“You’re not safe with me,” he murmured.

“I’m only safe with you!” you cried, “You’re a witcher for fuck’s sake, who could keep me safer?”

“Someone who didn’t spend a life running around hunting monsters.”

“I get to choose what I do with my life and who I spend it with so unless you genuinely do not love me, do not want me with you, don’t you dare try and throw me off on some friend to ease your own insecurities.”

“Don’t you get it?” he cried, looking up at you with unmasked anguish, “I’m in love with you and it scares the hell out of me. And it should scare you just as much if not more.”

“Well it doesn’t,” you said, “Of course things can be scary but you are the only thing that feels safe and right and good in this whole scary world. You think monsters are the worst things out there? Hell, you can kill a monster. There are much greater evils that are much harder to navigate.”

Geralt’s mouth was set in a grim line but you sensed a softening to his resolve and moved to sit next to him. He didn’t pull away when you placed a hand on his knee and you were encouraged further.

“Geralt, I love you. And I am not so easily dismissed. Did you really think this was going to work?” you asked, voice a little bit teasing and more than a little bit incredulous. When his eyes looked into yours again the fire and ice were both gone, replaced by a sadness that hurt your heart.

“I had to try,” he said, “Everything and everyone I love gets hurt, or worse. I don’t want to cause you any pain, Y/N, it would destroy me.”

You gently placed a hand against his cheek and he closed his eyes and moved into it, pressing a soft kiss against your palm.

“Pain is inevitable, Geralt,” you said in a voice that was soft and tender, “I would rather choose the pain that comes after as much time as I can get loving and being loved by someone than the pain of regretting and wondering what might have happened if I’d tried to fight.”

He nodded against your palm.

“Gods you’re so stubborn,” he muttered.

“Takes one to know one, dearest,” you cooed. He opened his eyes and smirked at you before pulling you in for a kiss.

[ficsandcatsandficsandcats]

"I’m too sober for this bullshit. “ and “ How did you imagine our future together? “ with Jaskier? Jaskier is a bard, and he is def going to break some hearts on his travels. Its just so easy to fall in love with him. He and reader fight cuz the reader wants a more serious relationship

Fandom: The WitcherPairing: Jaskier x ReaderWord Count: 650Rating: TTaglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak @whatevermonkey @mynamesoundslikesherlock @magic-multicolored-miracle @writingstudent @mlleecrivaine @coffee-and-stories @ultracolorfulnerdcollection @astouract @your-not-invisible-to-me @kemmastan a/n: May I offer you some Pain in this trying time?

“Don’t.”

Jaskier’s voice was harsh and forbidding and you blinked back angry tears.

“This is supposed to be a nice reprieve, don’t make it something it’s not,” he continued. The pale blue eyes flashed dangerously and you clutched the tankard in your hands, the wooden rim pressing into your flesh painfully, a helpful distraction from the far greater emotional pain you were in.

“It’s a fair question,” you insisted, working hard to keep your voice from cracking.

“I’m too sober for this bullshit,” Jaskier muttered, taking another drag from his cup of ale. You watched him, your gaze unrelenting and he took a deep breath. “What did you think this was?”

“I know this was always a casual thing,” you conceded, “But can you honestly say that nothing has changed for you? In all of these years?”

Jaskier looked into the dregs of his cup and you knew the truth. But that didn’t mean anything unless he could acknowledge it. He threw his head back in a haughty gesture and you saw the performance unfolding as he stepped into the role of Unaffected Lover.

“I hold you in great esteem,” you said. You scoffed into your tankard as you took another drink and clutched it tightly again, your anger rising to meet your heartache. “But I am a bard, Y/N, this was always going to be temporary.”

“Tell me you don’t love me,” you said. Something flashed in his eyes, a spark of pain or regret or maybe just plain fear.

“How did you imagine our future together?” he asked, evading your question deftly.

“Tell me you don’t love me,” you insisted, unshakable. The clever mouth quirked into a vicious smile and you knew what was said next would hurt.

“Do you really want me to say it?” he asked.

“Yes,” you shot back immediately, “Say it to my face. Have the fucking courage, Jaskier.”

He rose suddenly, slamming his cup on the table and crossing over to you, face inches from yours.

“I don’t love you,” he spat out, “You’re a fun dalliance, a pair of warm arms I can count on falling into after a long journey. Is that what you wanted? Are you happy now?”

“You’re full of shit,” you bit out, “You’re lying to me, Jaskier. Gods, how many years has it been? You think I can’t tell? You think I haven’t seen you do this song and dance? Even if I was just some warm body to crawl into for your release, you fall for everyone you meet, don’t try and play the part of the heartless vagabond it suits you ill.”

“What do you want from me?” Jaskier cried, exasperation in his voice and desperation in his eyes, “What do you want me to say? That I’ll leave it all behind? That I love you more than anything else in this world? That every song I write has your touch in the words and your voice in the notes? That there are days I hate myself because the one thing I seem good at, the one thing that makes me feel alive when I’m not in your arms is the thing that tears me away from them? Is that what you want?”

A silence fell between you after he finished, broken only by your uneven, labored breathing. His eyes, red-rimmed with unshed tears stared into yours which flowed silently. He raised a shaky hand up to your face, brushing some away only for more to replace them. He pressed his forehead against yours and pressed his eyes shut tight, breathing through the pain as you rested one of your hands against his.

“I’ve only ever wanted… as much as I could have. And then, tragically, a bit more,” you said.

“I never meant to-”

“I know.”

“If I could-”

“But you can’t.”

It wasn’t a question but he answered it anyway.

“No. I can’t.”