I Saw Your Need For Requests, And I Come Bearing A Request! Could You Write A Geralt/Male!Reader In Which

I saw your need for requests, and I come bearing a request! Could you write a Geralt/Male!Reader in which Geralt comes home super dirty and very tired but his boyfriend takes care of him ( I.e. bathes him, bushes his teeth/hair etc. pretty much whatever you feel like writing 😂); And then brings him to bed and tucks him in? Just anything super sweet and fluffy because he deserves all of that and more! Plus I’m a sucker for reverse comfort fics. Hopefully more requests come your way and you can get back into your writing groove! 💖💗

Pairing: Geralt x M!Reader Words: 337 A/N: So I decided to merge these two together since they’re kinda similar and I went off the top of my head, I don't know what I did

With his boots shuffling against the floorboards, he toes them off, noting in mind to clean the mud and blood off of them later on as he can’t be bothered right now. 

As he lifts his head up, he sees steam come out of the bathtub, knowing that his husband ran it for him. 

Geralt knows not to deny your love languages for him, so he strips out of his armour and clothes as he walks over to the bathtub. He eases his body into it, groaning in satisfaction as the heated water relaxes his muscles. He feels his eyes become droopy, so he closes them and rests.

He wakes up moments later to feel you brush his hair. Moaning a bit, he tilts his head to the side, feeling the plush of your thigh against his cheek as he closes his eyes again.

You smile, tying his white hair into a ponytail. “Food’s waiting for you.”

Geralt groans tiredly, meaning that he doesn’t want to move. “I’ve gotta clean my boots, clothes, and armour.”

“Already done, out on the line.”

He lifts his head off your thigh to look over at his said clothes and armour near the fire on a line, his boots clean of mud and blood. He opens his mouth to say something, but Jaskier runs in, going on about something.

“Jaskier!” Geralt growls out, making the bard shut up.

“Oh, sorry, coming back later.” Jaskier is out of your sight within seconds.

Geralt plops his face back against your leg, not liking how he got disturbed. He groans in disagreement as he feels you move out from the back of him. “Bed, now. I’ll bring you some food.”

As he’s about to say something again, you interrupt him. “Roach is fed and brushed.”

He finally gets out of the bathtub, feeling you dry his body with a warm towel. “Mm.” He leans his body against you, pushing his face against your neck.

“The scary Witcher going soft for his husband.”

“Shut up.”

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So with the poll I did of which series I should read next

Is this how I should read each series?

The Hunger Games

The Maze Runner

FNAF

Twilight

Shadowhunters

Divergent

Tomorrow When The War Began

Now I'm curious as to why we want more of The Lawyers

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

back to being a whore for this man

LIKE GOD DAMN

10 hours later to finish the game and in result, I'm still a whore for Karl

So I'm playing Resident Evil Village (8) for the first time and it's making me go back to being a whore for Karl again

AHHHHHH

Fallen from grace

Papa Emeritus IV/Copia X Fallen Angel!Reader

Warnings: a bit of angst, nudity, maybe an inaccurate take on fallen angels since idk much, blood, a bit of wings gore

Gender neutral reader(they/them pronouns)

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Copia was looking through the papers on his desk, face almost clean of all his makeup, except for some small bits he was too tired to wipe off. It was pretty late and he still hadn't gotten through all the paperwork he needed to finish, all of them in a pile on the side of his desk.

It was 11:30 PM as he started to doze off at his desk, head leaning against his palm. Unfortunately, he was woken up by what looked and felt like a small earthquake, his furnitures shaking for a second or two before it all stopped. The sudden shaking made the man almost jump off his chair, feeling a faint vibration in the ground, as if something entered in contact harshly with it. He didn't think much of it since it's probably something that fell.

He'd discover that he was almost right as he got up to get make sure everything was okay in his office, mumbles under his breathe.

"-damn it-" he cursed in Italian as he picked up some of his things that fell, bending down.

When he got back up(with a tiny bit of difficulty), his mismatched eyes widened and he tilted his head in curiousity as his gaze fell onto a scene behind the window.

As the only window he has in his office gives him view of the forest that surrounds the abbey, he could see something faintly moving near the abbey's ground, looking strangely like someone, something big dragging behind them. He couldn't see much as it's quite dark and but far, but he knew that he didn't want someone random coming here, plus, they looked like they may be in trouble or hurt as they don't move very fast, in the contrary, and they seem to halt sometimes. As they get closer and closer to the gate, Copia decides that he'll try to get to them before a ghoul can, not wanting a stupid act to get an innocent killed in error.

He knows it's not a good idea, but he can't help the gut feeling he has as he watches the figure slightly get closer with the minutes.

He got the dressed and made sure to carry something with him, even though hes got a feeling the person might not be dangerous.

He, as silently as possible, went out of his room, walking the corridors as silently as he can as go not wake up anyone. He rubbed his eyes tired as he passed some of the night owls sibling and ghouls, giving them small greetings when he passes them.

As soon as he got outside, he made a beeline for the place he saw the person last, the cold wind making him shiver. He ignore it, though, since his curiosity was getting the better of him.

He stopped in his track and exclaimed lowly when he saw the person was down in the grass, seemingly trying to bring themselves back up.

They had..... W-wings?? What the....

"Oh, Satanas...."

He stared at their bloodied back when he saw that they seem broken, white feathers bloodied, falling off and a bit ashy at the tips, almost as if burnt. He could hear a low, pained whine when the person turned their head towards him, probably feeling his starring. Even though it was dark, he could see clearly how they looked, and it all made sense as he saw their features... Their angelic features

He looked them over, not knowing what to say or do as he stayed still in shock, mouth agape. Their naked body was barely hidden behind their broken wings as they stared at him, eyes wide in confusion and filled with tears, probably from pain.

They were now sitting with their legs bent sideway before them, frowning at the satanic pope.

It was silent for a while as they stared at eachother, until the angel tried to get up, making Copia start to freak out as he saw how they seemed to be struggling, trying to get away and stumbling back down when they tried to get up.

"No no no no-" he said in a low and soft voice as he shook his head, holding his hands up to show he isn't a threat.

" Mi dispiace... Are you okay? May I help you?"

He kept his voice soft as he looked at them with worried eyes, gulping when they cleared their throat and eventually nodded, seemingly cautious.

He started by taking off his coat, putting it on them to try and give them a bit of modesty, which they only tilted their head at. He then made them lean on him, gently but firmly pulling them up. He wouldn't be able to carry them because of the oblivious broken appendages at their back, so he'd hoped that they would be able to walk with his help.

"So.... What's your name?"

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