Book!geralt - Tumblr Posts

Trapped | alt version

geralt x fem!reader

redo of this. basically it went from friends to lovers to enemies to lovers

warnings | smutty smut 18+

wc | 1.2k

a/n | oh yea, and Geralt is a bottom. also i didn't proofread, sorry

****

You always hated missions like this. You were perfectly capable on your own. But Geralt, who you only associated with due to mutual friends, was forced to come with you. Yennefer had insisted it was a two-person job, for two very skilled individuals.

A box. A fucking jewelry box. A tiny one, at that. What could possibly be so important that she sends you both down here in these horrid ruins? To be honest, you tried not to care. In and out. That was your job. And the witcher was just an accessory.

Geralt had walked ahead of you, doing whatever it was that he did while searching. While your approach was far more organized, going over section by section, investigating anything that stood out.

You thought you had it when you saw a gleam from between a pillar and the wall by the door. It seemed too easy, but you hadn’t thought of that when you reached for it.

Almost as soon as you grasped it, a stone wall slammed down over the entrance, trapping the two of you inside.

"What the hell?" Geralt spun around at the noise, locking deadly eyes with yours. But you couldn't speak, not well enough to respond.

He decided not to engage, it wouldn't help the situation and he knew it. There was also the little fact that he really didn't want to fight with you, if not just for now. So, he began looking for a way out, along with the box.

"Do you always have to be so careless?"

"Hey, it's not like I wanted to be down here in the first place. You think I wanted to get stuck in some disgusting cave thing. Much less with you?"

"If you paid attention this wouldn't have happened, y/n."

"God's, alright, I get it. And would you stop looking at me like that?"

He continued to glare, though there was a strange twinkle in his eye.

"Trust me, I'd rather not look at you at all. But someone got us stuck in these damn ruins, and there is literally nothing else to look at."

“Well, why are you looking at me like that?”

Geralt was unaware of the way he was gazing at you. A whirlpool of emotion stirring behind yellow irises. There was the usual contempt, aided by the quirk of his upper lip, but there was more than that. An intrigue, maybe. Surely something you had never received from the witcher before now.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re looking quite lusty, witcher. Would make a bit of sense, really. What’s one more insanely unstable relationship to add to the list?”

"What are you talking about?" There was something not unlike desperation in his eyes. His shoulders hunched over, bringing his front as close to you as they were able while still maintaining his usual distance.

"Yennefer?"

"That's over. I guess it never was anything anyway.”

"Figures."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're a whore, Geralt."

"What about Dandelion, hmm? Still think you’re so perfect?" A gut punch, but you could fight back.

"Triss?"

For a moment, your eyes locked. The only sounds were that of your breathing, soft and faltering. Geralt’s eyebrow quirked up when you narrowed your gaze.

“We might die in here.”

“From dehydration, yes. If we don’t kill each other first.” His brow stayed raised, trying to gauge your actions.

“We don’t have to fight.”

It was you who made the first move. Every so gracefully, you slammed your lips upon his. Though, you gasped after pulling away seconds later. You were about to walk away, it felt wrong not to ask, but there was no way those words were coming out of your mouth. Geralt, I still hate you, but would you please just fuck me senseless? Abso-fucking-lutely not.

It seemed that Geralt understood what was going on, and before you could walk away, he pulled you onto his lap. With just about as much grace as you had, he cupped the back of your head, bringing you back to his lips.

You could feel him growing beneath you as you pressed every inch of yourself against him. He groaned into your mouth before his nimble fingers worked the laces of your armor. Thankfully, his much more complicated set had been abandoned while searching, leaving him in a simple shirt, which you deftly slid off of him.

Once his chest was bared, you struggled to not comment. There were so many things you could say to bring him down, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to say any of them. Instead, you would show him who was in charge, hoping that would rile him up a bit.

“What do you want from me, Geralt?”

“Y/n.” You could tell he was trying to intimidate, but it wasn’t working. You could see the arousal in his face and hear it in his voice. There was nothing this man wouldn’t do in this very moment.

“I asked you a question.”

“I want to- ugh- I want to fuck you.”

“Uh uh,” you tutted, “turn that around, witcher.”

“Fuck you,” you pressed yourself further against his restrained cock, earning another grunt before he hurriedly continued, “Fuck me, y/n.”

“Good boy.” You pulled off the final layer that was separating you and slowly, painfully so, worked him until you lined him up at your entrance. He looked like he was restraining himself from completely taking over, but you knew he wouldn’t do that, so you took your time.

You let him enter, only slightly, before lifting yourself up off of him again. You would repeat this until you sank down on him completely.

Geralt was still sitting on the desk, you on his lap, when you began to set a fast pace. Your hand reached around the back of his head and grabbed a fistful of his silvery hair. You swallowed his moan as he began grabbing at your ass.

Gods he was loud. You didn’t know if it made you want to slap him or kiss him even harder. Maybe both? Taking in the already rough way you were fucking him, you decided to take it a step further.

Roughly, you grabbed his jaw and made him look at you. When you were sure he was ok, you planted your lips firmly on his.

As you felt him near his climax, you reached down between your legs, but not before Geralt could swat them away and do the work for you. He steadily rubbed circles around your clit, working you up to your high.

You pulled back from his mouth and your eyes locked. No words were spoken, but a conversation was being had through your eyes. Your soft moans evolved into something louder and Geralt's grunts grew even more frantic.

His head fell into the crook of your neck, a softer sound escaped him as he finally came. Shortly after, you had as well. In the heat of the moment, your teeth found their way to his shoulder.

Before you could catch your breath, Geralt was kissing down your chest and his hand grabbed a handful of your breast. You wanted to ask what he was doing, but for the moment, you couldn't care less.

"What makes me so different from everyone else?"

"Honestly?"

"Mhm."

"This."

You didn't have time to respond. With a whooshing sound and a clap a portal appeared. A familiar raven-haired mage stepped out, Yennefer.

"Well, I can honestly say I was not expecting that."

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski, Wiedźmin | The Hexer (TV 2002), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier | Dandelion, Jaskier | Dandelion/Valdo Marx Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Valdo Marx, Roach (The Witcher) Series: Part 1 of Book!gerlion collection, Part 1 of Foolishly Falling for the Forbidden Fruit Summary:

Five times Geralt saved Dandelion by being the best friend anyone could ask for. One time he didn't have to save anything.

Or

How little it took for Dandelion to become tragically smitten with his best friend.