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Trapped

geralt x fem!reader

summary | you get trapped

warnings | smut 18+ pls, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, if I missed any please let me know

wc | 1.7k

a/n | for my game/books canon SOFT geralt. geralt is NOT with yennefer in this because i will NOT make him a cheater. he's romancing US.

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"You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, y/n”

“I’m not, Geralt, I’m so sorry. I don’t- I don’t know what happened.” Your voice was quivering, just like the rest of your body was. Your hands gripped your upper arms as you failed to meet his eye.

You really hadn’t intended this to happen. Getting trapped in an underground elvish ruin, that is. You were down there searching for an ornate box, a very small one, a very important one. Geralt didn’t really explain what was so important about it, but you didn’t push. After months of training, he had finally allowed you to join him on an adventure. He hated it when you called them that. This time, he told you there probably wouldn’t be any monsters, but you didn’t mind. Any time spent with Geralt was time well spent.

But now you were trapped and he was angry at you. How careless you were. You thought you spotted the box in the crack between a pillar and the wall. Not a minute later, a large stone wall crashed down over the entrance, trapping the two of you inside. It had been a trap, uh, obviously.

“I just thought I saw the box, I’m so sorry.”

“You what?”

“I thought I saw the box in that spot right there,” you pointed, now Geralt noticed your shaking and he let out a sigh.

“Don’t apologize, the damage is done now, there’s no point.”

He was angry, very, but he recognized that it truly was an accident. Now he would just have to make sure not to take it out on you while he found a way out of there.

He first tried Aard, no use. Now to look for clues. While Geralt did that, you continued searching for the box, exceedingly careful not to touch anything.

It seemed like hours passed just like this. Your theory was confirmed when you asked Geralt. It was he who decided to take a break. You sat on the ground in front of him, cross-legged, watching his features.

“I’m really sorry, Geralt. And I don’t know what to do.”

His fleeting anger was now gone, taking its place was his usual, yet eerie, calm. You don’t know how he did it, obviously the mutations, but he still feels. So how could he not get nerves? You hoped you would have time to ask him, yet your predicament put doubt on that.

“We’ll find a way out.”

That night, you asked Geralt to hold you. A mere comfort, you asked for. But you knew it was more than that. He did too.

When you woke, the no food thing had gotten to you. Your stomach growled and Geralt sent you a sympathetic look. Though you both knew he could go far longer without food than you could. We’ll get out of here soon enough. I will not starve to death in this god-awful place.

Geralt was already walking around, looking for a way out. His eyes lingered on you at regular intervals. You couldn’t figure out why. Of course, you knew what you wanted it to mean. You wanted it to mean he wanted to take you over that desk over there, or hell, the floor you were sitting on.

You must have been thinking about it too much because the next time you met Geralt’s eye, he quirked his eyebrow at you. Shit. Gods you wanted this man.

You suddenly felt bold, bold enough to do what you’d wanted to do for years.

The boldness that possessed you was could have been caused either by the excitement in your pants or the mere feeling of facing almost certain death. Maybe it was just the fear getting you all worked up. Either way, you would get what you wanted. Or try to, at least.

“Geralt, come sit.” You had planted yourself on the large wooden desk in the center of the room. He quietly obeyed and leaned against the table next to you.

“Are we going to be able to get out of here?” He looked at you as if he knew you were skirting the subject that clouded your thoughts.

“I don’t know. But I told Yen where we were going so eventually someone will come looking for us.”

“She’ll come with a portal.” You nudged his shoulder with your own, earning yourself that smirk that you adored so much.

“Oh. Fun.”

You must have been staring a bit too long at his lips because suddenly you felt a large hand cup your face. His eyes roved yours, asking for the permission which you gave when you pressed your lips upon him.

He was soft, despite his looks, and experienced. So much so that you felt immediately inadequate, pulling back ever so slightly.

“We don’t have to.” He told you, his words betraying the small smile that was widening across his face.

“I want to.” You closed the gap once more as Geralt skillfully moved off the desk and between your legs. His hips instinctually bucked into yours, earning him a soft moan. His laugh sent lightning from your lips straight to your core.

Your fingers found the laces of his trousers while his worked on his shirt. Once off, your fingers smoothed over the broad expanse of his chest. He was lean yet you knew what those muscles could do. And that excited you.

Your lips only separated for a moment for you to pull your shirt over your head. Breasts now freed, Geralt's eyes wandered and locked on them.

“What do you want, Geralt?”

“I want to touch you, please, y/n.”

“Gods, please do.”

With that, his mouth was on your neck, leaving hot breathy kisses up and down its length while his hands kneaded your chest. Despite your pleasure at his hands, it was not you that broke the silence with a moan. The witcher had wanted this for a long time and now that he had it he was in a state of pure ecstasy.

You ran your hands through his silvery hair and led his face back to yours. Though, you only got a few messy kisses in before he was kneeling on the floor in front of you. When you look down at him he is the picture of a man on a mission. He has one goal in mind and he is getting there exceedingly well.

You lift your ass up off the desk for a moment to help him wiggle your pants off. When that’s done he pushed you further back on the desk, maintaining eye contact to make sure this is ok. Of course, it is, but the way he does it somehow gets you more excited than you already were.

He wastes no time. His fluttery kisses make their way up your inner thighs landing softly on the place you needed him most. He nosed your clit before working the rest of your core with his tongue.

“Y/n.” That flustered you. His full attention was on you, he was level with your cunt and saying your name. This man will ruin you.

“Ger- augh.”

You had no chance to finish his name before he latched onto your sensitive bundle of nerves. Lapping and sucking until your vision went blurry. Your hand had long since buried itself in his hair, but now you were sure it must have been hurting him.

Your grip loosened as you came down from your high. Geralt's tongue continued to work you until you caught your breath.

He was an attentive lover, you could say that much. Gods you didn't want this to end. Maybe it wouldn’t, who knows if you’d get out of these ruins. Fuck until you die. No, y/n, don't think that, not now.

You glanced behind you at the desk, still covered in papers and pokey objects.

“Fuck it.”

You hopped down from the desk and pulled Geralt to the floor with you. It was dirty, absolutely, but did either of you care? Absolutely not.

Geralt’s hands flew to your thighs as you pumped his already rock-hard member. The man below you looked absolutely dazed. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were like glossy pools staring up at you.

They only broke from yours when you slid down onto him, he shut his eyes and rested his head on the floor. The floor must have been cold because this witcher had goosebumps. Or maybe that was just you.

The echoey room was full of soft grunts and moans, each coming from both of you. Once you fell into a rhythm, Geralt followed your lead. You leaned your head down to kiss him, placing one hand on his chest and the other on the floor.

His hand reached down between you and began rubbing circles on your clit. You felt yourself coming close so you sat back up, grinding into him with more ferocity. His hand stayed put, matching your pace.

“Ah, yes, Geralt. That feels so damn good.”

This elicited an uncharacteristically loud moan from the witcher’s mouth. That you’d hoped you’d have time to explore much more. It must have surprised him too, judging by his reaction. His eyes popped open and he gazed at you once more.

“Y/n, I- I’m close.”

“I know. Me too.”

You rose and fell on his cock a few more times before you both reached your peak. Before you could remove him from you Geralt grabbed your hips, keeping you in place.

“Just wait. A few minutes, please.”

“As you wish.” You grinned at him before laying yourself down on his chest. In any other situation, your hot bodies pressed together would have been uncomfortable. But now, it was blissful.

As you were both halfway done dressing yourselves a portal appeared in the corner of the room. Through it walked the familiar raven-haired mage.

“Oh, oh, oh, you have got to be kidding me. You two are trapped for one day and start acting like a couple of animals.”

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a/n | yennefer joins in next time…..maybeeee. i haven’t written any yennefer fics yet (do my utter dismay) so maybe that will be my start. also i am 100% rewriting this as a hate sex fic.

Healing Hands. || Geralt of Rivia x F!Reader. [ONESHOT.]

There are not many beings that Geralt trusts to tend to his wounds. Amongst the limited few is a novice woodland witch - one that he’s long felt affection for.

Explicit Sexual Content. Witch!Reader. Hurt/Comfort Elements.

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY. Wounds and Injuries. Explicit Sex (F!Receiving Oral & Vaginal). Reader Has Long Hair - But No Other Physical Descriptions Used. Not Beta Read. Minorly Edited.

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“Why do you always have to end up like this?”

The words are spoken more to yourself than him. Muttered. Annoyed. Yet, simultaneously gentle and concerned. Just like the brush of your fingers are you pack herbs around his wound - holding them in place as you wind the bandage tighter around his muscled side.

Geralt only hums. The heat of your cottage and the warmth of your touch is nice. Comforting. He knows that he can relax here. That he’s safe with you.

Yet, your displeasure at his state remains obvious.

His hands raise. They settle on your hips. Insistent, yet gentle - broad and strong as he slowly tries to reel you in. Wanting to bring you closer to where he sits upon your bed. Ignoring the fact that even now as you stand above - straddling his legs while tending to his wounds - you’re not far from him at all.

Still, he needs more.

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I have a request for Geralt×reader. Imagine being pregnant from Geralt but you know that's actually impossible. So you go to Vesemir first and ask him if its even possible. Than you go and tell Geralt the good news and He is very shocked at first but than happy about it 😀

bella swan vibes i love it. first geralt fic I literally just started season 2 so pls excuse the inaccuracies 

part one / two / three 

You hadn’t bled in three months; and if you weren’t too busy travelling the Continent defeating monsters with Geralt, maybe you would have realized sooner. But it was a known fact that Witchers were sterile, so when the town fortune teller told you that you would be expecting a child in six months, one with golden eyes and mutated genes, you just about laughed in her face.

But a month later, there was definitely a bump that was evident under your leather corset, and you couldn’t stop the sickness every morning. Geralt was getting concerned.

“When we get to Kaer Morhen, you’re resting,” he said, tracing shapes on the warm skin of your hip. His chest was pressed against your back, legs tangled with yours. Luckily, he had a penchant for taking you from behind, and there was no reason for him to suspect anything more than you were being well fed while you rested in this village.

You were looking forward to the visit to where Geralt was trained; there would be men there would could perhaps better understand what was happening to your body, or if it was even possible.

You hummed, shifting in his arms and reaching up to move a sweaty tendril of ashen hair from his face. “You should, as well. You’ve been so worried about Ciri lately.”

He just grunted, a hand tracing down your neck and to your collarbone, before trailing down to grab a handful of your breast. Those were getting bigger, too, although that he may have noticed.

“I’ll rest when I know you both are safe.”

When you arrived at Kaer Morhen, you immediately searched out Vesemir. Geralt had told you about him-- he would know whether this was real or not. 

It wasn’t until Geralt and Ciri were both occupied with training that you cornered the man, getting straight to the point.

“Listen, has there ever been a baby borne between a Witcher and a human?” you asked, nervously fidgeting with your hands.

Vesemir looked unsurprised, glancing over at you. “No, never. Not under any normal circumstances. Witchers are unable to father children.”

You nodded, a hand subconsciously drifting down to your stomach. So, maybe this was all in your head...

“However,” he continued, his hands clasping behind his back as he stared out the window into the mountains, “You haven’t been in normal circumstances lately, have you, my dear?”

You looked up, furrowing your brows. “What do you mean?”

Vesemir chuckled, meeting your eyes. “I mean perhaps you are not entirely human. Or perhaps in your travels, you have been exposed to something that has made the impossible possible. Wouldn’t be the first time, now, would it?”

It was then that you felt a shift, a kick-- against the hand you had rested on your abdomen. It was moving. 

You looked up in shock, only to be met with a look of glee from Vesemir. 

“I heard the heartbeat when we first met, my dear. Geralt must know, he just doesn’t want to accept it.”

A few hours later, you finally had some alone time with Geralt. You were watching him carefully as he bathed, looking for any indication that he was aware of your pregnancy. Maybe he thought it wasn’t his. No, you'd hardly had time for one another, let alone for another man the past year. And he was your everything; he knew that. He had to know. 

“Geralt,” you started, undressing slowly before sinking into the warm water with him. He gave you a slight smile, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his lap.

“How are you, my love?”

“I’m pregnant.” You blurted out, bracing yourself for his response. 

You were expecting denials, confusion, perhaps anger-- not Geralt pressing a kiss to your lips and grumbling, “Fuck,” into your mouth, followed by a soft chuckle.

You pulled away with a frown, eyes wide. “Did you know?”

“I suspected,” he explained, tilting his head as he observed you. “The sickness, the weight gain, your insatiable appetite for cheese... and I heard the heartbeat a week ago. Not much slips past my senses, unfortunately.”

“But why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, thinking back to that fortune teller. Did he know before you did? Geralt shook his head, glancing away. “I didn’t believe it, at first. There was no way. I’m sterile, I know for certain. I just kept telling myself I was going crazy. But if Vesemir says it is true...”

You leaned back slightly, hands clinging to his shoulders. “How is this possible--”

“The mage we helped back in Temeria. I had mentioned how good of a mother you were to Ciri, but that you would never be able to have your own if you were with me. I think she may have slipped a potion in our ale that night.”

Your cheeks heated up when you recalled how that night ended; yes, a pregnancy would not have been a surprise if magic had been involved after the hours Geralt spend worshipping your body. 

“Oh,” you breathed out, looking up to meet his eyes. “Are you... are you okay with this? I mean, I know there is a reason Witchers are sterile--”

“This life is not conductive to raising a child, having a family,” he finished, rippling the water with his hand and letting a rivet of warm water run down your arm. “I always thought I’d be a terrible father, anyway. But I look at Ciri, and I know I can protect her. I can protect you, and this baby, too. Maybe it is not impossible, after all.”

You felt tears come to your eyes, and blamed it on the hormones. But yesterday you were prepared for Vesemir to tell you it was it was some mind game and all in your head, that having Geralt’s child would never be possible, and today you were having his baby. A baby with those yellow eyes and maybe his nose, his abilities-- but whatever it was, you already loved it. 

“Geralt,” you choked out, pulling him in for a deep and ravishing kiss. He let out a groan, allowing you to lick into his mouth as he hands gripped onto your ass, pulling you further into his lap. This beautiful woman was going to be the mother to his children, Ciri and the unborn half-Witcher, and he suddenly had everything he never knew he wanted.

BEL I AM AT A PUBLIC GYM I CAN’T-

Headcanons for Geralt of Rivia x Reader with a Size Kink

a/n: first time writing for geralt ayyyyyyyy lmk if you wish to be added to the geralt, jaskier, the witcher, or general taglists! ❤️

TW: violence, profanity, innuendo, fingering, oral m and f receiving, p in v sex, size kink duh, sexy times

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Witcher characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

-it goes without saying that geralt is a rather formidable man, size wise, quite a bit taller than average and broad, exceedingly muscular

-it's one of the first things you noticed about him when he comes to your village to hunt a striga that has been stalking your people

-you notice him almost immediately when he walks into the tavern where you sit in a corner with a few friends

-while they are completely terrified of him, you find yourself utterly fascinated

-when geralt's honeyed gaze turns to meet your curious eyes, you feel your throat constrict slightly, unable to breathe as he drinks you in, every feature on your face, every curve of your body hidden by your dress, and judging by the slight upturn of his lips, you think he is quite pleased with what he sees

-you watch geralt in action, fighting the striga, but more exciting than anything is the moment when the creature makes to attack you and the man lifts you into his arms to pull you out of harm's way, holding you with one arm and effortlessly defeating the monster with the other

-you gasp, your hands twisting in the fabric of his shirt as he slowly sets you down, leaving you to gaze up at him, and he loves how small and vulnerable you look standing in front of him, your lips slightly parted in wonder

-his hand moves to grip your chin, making you shy away ever so slightly at his touch, something else he quite enjoys

-geralt speaks in that low baritone of his that you find utterly impossible to resist, asking if you live nearby, to which you nod, pointing to a small cottage a little bit away from the two of you

-the surprised yelp that leaves your mouth when geralt lifts you up and tosses you over his shoulder, a hand placed squarely on your ass, delights him, as he tells you that you're sufficient enough payment for killing this striga

-the way he manhandles you onto your bed after kicking open the door to your home drives you absolutely mad, his imposing form hovering over you as he holds your wrists above your head with one hand with little effort

-his other hand quickly undoes the bodice of your dress and does away with your underclothes, his smirk deepening at the gorgeous sight before him

-"such a pretty little thing" he drawls, his hands tracing the contours of your body, finding the apex between your thighs and seeing that you're already wet for him, he lets out a dark chuckle, "you want me, don't you, little one?"

-"yes, geralt," you nod eagerly, throwing your head back against your pillow and mewling his name pathetically as he pushes three long thick fingers inside you, the wet noises they make being borderline obscene as he pumps the digits in and out of your cunt

-you can't help but wonder that if his fingers feel so long and thick inside of you, how his cock must feel, a question that he makes sure to answer for you sooner than later

-however first? he decides to fuck your mouth, admiring the way your lips wrap around him, barely able to take him, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat each time he bucks his hips against you, a few tears falling from your eyes that he thinks make you look even more beautiful as you gag on his cock

-and when he finally fucks you, it's everything you ever imagined and more

-his cock is long and girthy as he sheathes himself inside you and you feel almost as though he's splitting you in half, the sting being almost painful at first, but your body soon accommodating him

-geralt admires the sight of the outline of his cock against your belly with every thrust into your wet cunt, pressing down on the bulge, making you cry out his name pitifully, like a bitch in heat as he continues fucking you into the mattress

-he loves being on top of you, pushing your knees up to your chest and folding you in half so that he can see how small you are compared to him as he pistons his hips against yours, feeling you squeezing around him impossibly tight with every thrust

-with his inhuman stamina and strength, he makes sure that you reach your peak many many times that night, to the point that you think you may faint from how much pleasure he's given you

-needless to say, anytime he finds himself passing your village after that night, he makes certain to look you up

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Im going to be writing content, doing edits requests, all kinds of stuff! Feel free to follow or request anything you'd like written really (please only witcher or henry cavill characters for now, might open to more things once established) hope you like my page!!- Nixx✨🔥✌😁

A Witcher’s Pack Chapter One

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Chapter Two

Warning: Adult situations +18 SMUT, Breeding Kink, A/B/O

A/n This is the brainchild of me and @havenoffandoms who helped me a lot with suggestions that I hadn’t even thought of xx this will be a short chaptered fic hope you enjoy

Geralt finds his omega and Jaskier helps.

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