DefyingBreed's profile picture. ❛𝘖𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦; 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺.❜ — « 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳. »「ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜᴇʀ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ.」

GERALT OF RIVIA

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❛𝘖𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦; 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺.❜ — « 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳. »「ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜᴇʀ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ.」

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❝ 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒏𝒆. ❞ — 𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀 a detailed portrayal for the witcher verse, brought to you by #libertine. mv. bi. mature. interactions very welcome. trigger warnings. (↺ + ♡)


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༄ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴛ ༄〝ɪ’ᴠᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ғᴇᴀʀ. ɪᴛ ɪs ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴǫᴜᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ʏᴏᴜ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ.〞 #OC #TheWitcher


He is. He couldn't bring it over himself to never look back again. For someone, made looking back quite enjoyable. His path lead him here. He felt drawn to this village. Now he has a clue why.

She can imagine. But here he is, right here and now. Why?



Not hiding, rather surviving. He has had his reasons not to return until now. Much has happened.

One can wonder where he has been hiding. And why he didn’t appear sooner. She’s a bit disappointed.



Hard to believe something that seemed close to impossible. But it is, indeed, him.

She figured that scent belonged to him; didn’t believe it at first.



A scent she doesn't loathe, he hopes.


— ;



A cloaked figure came riding into town, hood deeply pulled into his face, with only a few single strands being visible. Nobody had seen him in months, most thought of him being dead.


He slumps down on a seat, a sigh passing his lips.


He's feeling quite tense. Someone should change that.


Brooding Witcher.


Thinking about moments like this.


Clenched fingers slowly loosen, allowing the bloodied silver sword to drop to the ground with a faint thud.


"And what would that be; Singing me to sleep?" The mere thought brought a quiet chuckle to emit while he pushed himself off the wooden doorframe. His feet carrying him closer to the other.

"You're right. I am always here. Cleaning your wounds and singing your praises.' He said, drying his hands on a rag before tossing it aside. "And I could be do so much more too."



Geralt will show Jaskier what grumpy means. He caught that certain stare. One which dipped his head to the side while golden pools studied him. "More like something that is always there."

He's grumpy. He needs to get laid. It would help. Oh, look at him. He looks absolutely delicious. Good enough for Jaskier to eat right up. "See something you like?"



"And I you", he breathed out with a sigh while embracing the slender female in order to pull her warm body closer against his.

"I missed you, Wolf." The Feline confessed, stepping forward to wrap her arms around his waist in a warm embrace.



He isn't grumpy. Just his usual self. What's he waiting for, then? He's leaning against the doorframe, arms folded in front of his upper torso. 𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.

Maybe he should have listened. Then he would have been less grumpy and repressed. Jaskier would absolutely love to try.



He wasn't 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 to what was going on. Actually he wished a portal was leading him somewhere else, though he didn't like them. He can try.

Then Geralt knows that Jaskier's mouth is extremely welcomed in bed. And often praised. In that case perhaps he would... allow Jaskier to help him see the light?



With a very good reason.

Then Geralt knows that Jaskier's mouth is extremely welcomed in bed. And often praised. In that case perhaps he would... allow Jaskier to help him see the light?



He could hear it once or twice. Thanks to his great sense of hearing. He has never really been a bottom.

Again, Geralt isn't privy to his sexual encounters. Only when he can probably hear through the walls. But... why? Geralt is attractive... and definitely a bottom.



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