☜ The Witcher Imagines ☞

Imagine Geralt's your first lover

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Moans of whores bled through the walls, wails of forgotten wives berated their husbands and drunk men were ravenous with laughter beneath the rooms. All the while, you nibbled at your nails nervously and bobbed you knee to the beat of your racing heart.

After running away from home with the infamous Witcher and Butcher of Blaviken, you found rest in an Inn nearby and only rented one room for two. The reason you ran away? Wasn't the answer simple enough? You were intoxicated by his existence, especially, when you swiped the monster index from his satchel. The horse didn't seem to agree with your thieving ways but once you fed it an apple -juicy and red in colour- you sat in the shadows nearby and consumed each page.

You had hyperthymesia. You could recall every day of your life with vivid recollection. Somedays it was a blessing but most of the time a curse.

For this night you would recall the smell of sex rolling off the Inn in pungent waves, it was a concoction of sweat, stale beer and damp wood. The scent would forever be engrained in your mind along with the night you'd lose your virginity.

You didn't intend to initially have sex and you doubted Geralt had taken you for that, after all, he could've bought whores for a lesser price. But you could feel it in your bones, expect the moments to come with a tickling sensation plaguing your nerves.

After an hour of waiting Geralt knocked "(Y/N)?", he was trying to be gentlemanly in that way.

With another assessment of yourself in the abnormally large mirror, you inhaled a deep breath of false confidence before jumping back onto the bed.

"C-... Come in!" You responded with a shaky voice, almost too high pitched before you cleared your throat into a lower tone.

You rearranged yourself various times upon the blankets, pulled down the collar of your night gown off your shoulder as a last minute seduction tactic before Geralt shifted his eyes across the room to find you.

He watched your eyes widen slightly, especially as you bent your leg out to expose the soft, (S/T) flesh of your thigh. And with your hair lazily framing your face in waves, you looked breathtaking.

In silence, the Witcher approached the bed with eyes dilated with lust and his shoulders tense with the oppressed temptation to take you.

You were for it, leaning back as Geralt crawled onto the bed with his hands immediately finding your hips. All you had to do was keep your breathing steady, heart calm and eyes on his. But, that was easier said then done.

With shivers making a trail down to your thighs where he touched, you soon felt the hem of your dress ride up as your fingers curled into your bedsheets. He had just reached that sweet spot when the touch immediately jolted you into a tsunami of doubt which eventually morphed into fear.

Once you'd struggled and shuffled out from under the Witcher, with no resistance on his part, you quickly pulled your legs into your chest as if to soothe yourself.

"I-I'm sorry" you trembled as you watched Geralt through your lashes. He just sat at the edge of the bed silently with his eyes softly closed shut.

The air was pregnant with tension. What was he going to say? Was he going to leave you? Were you too much of a burden?

You just... you couldn't.

You weren't even the prettiest in your village, now, you were in the real world; there were so many more women for the picking.

Geralt's deep sigh focused all attention on his creased brow, "If you didn't want to you could've just told me".

Your shoulders dropped with relief.

"So you're not... going to leave me?" You wondered with wide eyes like a child.

"Why would I leave you?".

Geralt waited patiently for your reply while you twiddled your toes, they just poked out from the hem of your nightgown and were quite adorable.

"Because I'm not exactly...", your nerves got the better of you and struck you silent, forcing a lump of fear to accumulate in your throat. Knowing about the anxiety brewing in your chest, Geralt slowly approached you and pulled you into his strong arms, letting you rest on his lap as he stroked down your hair.

While the candle light drowned you both your mind ran with words to say that just wouldn't leave your lips.

"You are everything I want (Y/N). You are important to me" The Witcher reassured from the blue as he tucked a lock of (H/C) hair delicately behind your ear.

You sniffled lightly, "so... you don't just want me for sex?".

Geralt released a chuckle that rumbled in his chest, moving against your forehead, allowing you to feel the utter ridiculousness he was experiencing.

"No, you're too good for that",

"And-And you'll understand if I'm not... ready yet" You asked as you cupped his face, as if that would make your words clearer.

"I understand, we can just lay down and talk" Geralt smiled before he settled you down under the sheets and watched even the flutter of your lashes against your
(E/C) orbs.

Could she be more beautiful? The Witcher internally wondered as you snuggled into the his chest.

Somehow he had slain every insecurity with the gentle nature of his words, "Yeah... talking sounds good".

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