may-cii

[may-cii]

Wild horses

Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: I'm backkkk I hope you guys like this I'm trying to start writing more freaky stuff and just put more effort into writing sooo here's this and please leave requests for whatever honestly

word count: 2,775

Warnings: sexual content, dom! Joel, oral (fem and male receiving) unprotected sex and more I can't think of

The gravel crunches underneath your white boots as you step out of your little truck. The smell of fresh air mixed with ranch musk hits your nostrils, and you take a deep breath, savoring the earthy scent. Your eyes shift to the barn, its weathered wood and sagging roof making you sigh. "Don't worry, darlin', it's not as bad as it looks," a voice drawls from behind you.

You turn to see a man walking towards you, his boots kicking up dust as he moves. He tips his hat and winks, a slow, easy smile spreading across his face. Your lips crinkle into a nervous smile, and you feel a blush poking at your cheeks. The man stops in front of you and holds his hand out for you to shake. Your fingers grip his hand, and you feel a jolt of warmth emitting from his fingers, sending a shiver up your spine.

"What's your name, darlin'?" he asks, his stare flickering between your eyes and lips. You feel a flutter in your stomach at the intensity of his gaze.

"My name's y/n," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. You notice the way he looks at you, his eyes roaming over your face, and you clamp your fingers together behind your back, trying to ease your nervousness.

"Cute name for a cute girl, huh?" he says, smirking, making you let out a subtle giggle.

"I guess," you reply, your smile staying on your face as you let your fingers unclamp.

"What's your name?" you ask, instinctively shifting a little closer to him. He smiles at your action, doing the same.

"Name's Joel. Let me show you around, sweetie," he says, standing up straight and placing his hand on the small of your back to guide you up next to him.

The barn is more messed up on the outside than the inside, but Joel assures you that he'll be helping you fix it up. He pushes the door open, and you both step inside. There are piles of hay stacked against the walls and scattered all over the floor. The walls are dirty and dusty, and the air is thick with the scent of hay and manure.

Joel describes how you'll need to remove the old bedding from the stalls, then sweep, scrub, and wash the inside and outside. He shows you what to do before he starts cleaning up the old bedding. You slip off your jacket and set it on a haystack, uncovering your white fitted tank top. His eyes roam over you for a second too long, and you feel a flush creep up your neck.

You walk over to Joel and start helping him discard the bedding. "So why'd you hire me?" you ask, glancing over at him.

"Mm, well, you're cute and seemed like you needed work," he says, kneeling next to you and taking the scrap from your hands, your fingers brushing. You let out a nervous laugh.

"Thank you," you smile, maybe working on a ranch every day with an old man wouldn't be so bad.

"You're welcome, darlin'," he replies, and you guys work and chat for a while, the conversation flowing.

About an hour later, Joel fixes you guys sandwiches. Now, you're sitting at a bench outside the barn, chewing quietly. "I'm still trying to figure out why a cutie like you applied for a job like this," he says, cracking open a beer and handing you one, his fingers skimming over yours, causing your stomach to twist.

You smile at him. "It was the only job I could get," you laugh and take a sip of the drink. "But it's pretty fun, and you're not too bad company," you shrug, your lips curving into a small playful smile.

"Oh really?" he says, his chuckle light and teasing as he leans in just a little. "Not too bad?" he repeats, tilting his head with a smug grin. "And what's it take to be great company?" His tone dips just enough to be suggestive, and your throat clenches, heat filling your cheeks.

"I don't know, you're doing good," you say, slightly turning your head away from him and brushing your hair behind your ear, attempting to hide the effect he has on you.

"I'm sure I can do better," he says, holding a hand out to help you up, not letting go, gripping your hand lightly. He leads you into the barn. "You'll start hosing the walls and scrubbing them," he says, unraveling the hose and handing it to you.

"I'm gonna move this," he starts grabbing a stack of hay, and your eyes lock on the way his sleeves strain slightly, his muscles pressing against the fabric of his t-shirt.

"You gonna start working, darlin', or you gonna stare at me all day?" he chuckles and sets down the hay, his eyes staying on you the whole time. Your eyes widen.

"I'm gonna start working," you stumble over your words a little before starting to spray the walls of the barn. You wash down one wall before turning around to look at Joel, letting your intrusive thoughts win. You put your thumb over the hose and spray him for a second, wetting the front of his body. His shirt clings to his skin, tracing his abs. He immediately looks up at you, his eyebrow raised.

A giggle escapes your lips as you see the shocked expression on his face. "Oops, sorry about that," you say, trying to hold back your laughter.

He comes over to you and grabs the hose. "Let me show you how to use this, baby," he chuckles, causing your core to clench. But that doesn't last for long. He grabs the hose and sprays you back, only longer, getting you soaking wet as you try to shield yourself.

"Ok! Ok, stop!" you try yelling through your giggles. He drops the hose and turns it off. Your hands ring out your shirt, and you notice your red bra peeking through the fabric.

"Gonna be the death of me, sweetheart," Joel's voice drops a little as he walks towards you. Your eyes snap up to meet his just as he stops a few inches before you. Your eyes scan over his lips and scruff beard.

"Want a kiss?" he asks, his eyes meeting yours. Your cheeks flush as you nod slightly, lowering your head.

"Use your words, baby," his tone turns firm but still sweet. You adjust your legs together, trying to relieve the ache between them.

"C-can I please have a kiss?" you say, your voice small, almost a whimper. He gently grips your chin before he places his lips to yours, moving them together gently but quickly. His hands move to grip your hips, and your lips disconnect as he lifts you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist.

"Why don't we take another break, darlin'?" A crooked smirk tugs at his lips before you nod. He sits down on a block of hay, setting you in his lap, your legs sat on either side of him. You hesitantly press your lips against his, your hands gliding gently to the back of his neck, your fingers weaving through his hair. His tongue slides over yours and into your mouth, deepening the kiss.

His hands move down your waist to cup your cheeks, giving them a light squeeze. You let a little moan slip before pulling back. "Maybe we shouldn't do this here," you say, looking around the barn.

"If you want, we can stop, but no one's gonna catch us out here, baby," he chuckles lightly.

"No, I want to," you reply quickly, earning a smirk out of him.

"Well then, let's get these off," he says, pulling your top over your head and tossing it to the side. His hands work to discard your shorts, throwing them along with your shirt. His eyes scan over your body, landing on your breasts. He cups them before kissing and leaving bite marks all over them. You whimper, and your grip on his hair tightens, forcing a small groan out of him.

"So sweet," he mutters, giving your breast one last kiss. He stands up and pushes you down before wrapping his arms around your thighs and moving his head over your heat. You gasp as his breath hits your folds. His finger runs through your slick before rubbing circles around your clit.

"All this for me?" he coos before removing his fingers and placing a kiss where his fingers were. "Joel," you mewl back, arching.

"What's the magic word, baby?" he clicks his tongue, placing a few more kisses to your clit.

"P-please, please," you beg, your legs widening for him.

"Mm, good girl," he praises before he runs his tongue through your folds. He sucks on your clit roughly, earning a string of whimpers and moans from you. He runs a finger over your entrance before pushing a finger in gently. You bite your lip as a soft moan almost escapes you.

Joel lifts his head up. "Don't do that," he furrows his eyebrows while shaking his head lightly. "I wanna hear your pretty noises," his hands move, gripping underneath your thigh to hold your legs up. He turns his attention back to you, your hips jerking every time his tongue runs over your needy clit. He pushes his tongue into you, slow and deliberate. A pleased moan comes out as your back arches, and your hands try to grip onto his shoulders.

"Mm, s'good," you whimper. His fingers find your clit before he pinches it, then starts rubbing it.

"I'm gonna cum," you barely manage to speak, mewls and moans escaping. But Joel pulls away.

"Not until I say so, baby," he stands up and sets you sitting up. Your eyes meet his hands, gripping around the hem of his shirt. He pulls his shirt off, and your fingers immediately go to feel his toned stomach. Your hands stop at his belt, unbuckling it and pulling his belt off.

"Y'wanna suck it, baby?" he asks, dropping his pants and kicking them off to the side. He grips your chin and places a slow but short kiss to your lips before pulling his underwear down, letting his cock hit his stomach, precum leaking from the tip. You let out a whimper as you press your thighs together, trying to relieve the ache.

"I guess that's a yes," he grunts as he takes his length in one hand, giving it a few soft strokes. He grips your chin with the other hand and presses his tip against your lips, letting his precum coat your lips. You spread your lips around him, letting his cock slowly sink into your mouth, the tip touching the back of your throat for a second before he pulls back a little and starts thrusting in and out of your mouth. He lets out a strained breath, his hands wrapping into your hair. You try to take him fully without gagging, slowly shoving him into your throat. His tip hits the back of your throat, tears pricking at your eyes.

"S'good for me, baby," he groans, his eyes squeezing shut and his head falling back. Drool drips from your chin as you pull back and gag a little. You grip the base and give his tip a little kiss and lick before he lifts you off the stack of hay. Your arms wrap around him, your fingers resting in his hair while you bury your face into his neck.

"Y'want me to fill you up, pretty girl?" you whimper into his neck. He grips your ass, bringing you down, his tip slowly pushing into you.

"S'bad, I need it, daddy," you whimper as you clench around his tip, making him let out a breathy grunt.

"Mhm, I know, baby," he says before bringing you down, your walls stretching around him as he stuffs his cock fully into you, his tip brushing against your cervix.

"F-fuck," you squeal, overwhelmed from the pleasure and pain. Joel places a hard smack to your ass, forcing a yelp out of you.

"Don't talk like that," he says sternly, his lips hovering over your ear. "M'sorry, daddy," you pout, his tone making you clench around him. You try to move your hips up and down. Joel lets out a little chuckle at your struggle.

"Let me help, baby," he grabs your hips and pulls his cock out almost completely, leaving the tip in. Your eyes shut as your head falls back.

"Look at me," he demands. "I want to see you," his voice softens as your head comes back forward, your eyes opening to meet his before he plunges his cock into you. Your jaw drops as a loud moan leaves you, your eyes threatening to shut but don't. He continues to bounce you up and down on him, filling you up more with each thrust.

"Such a good girl," he praises, earning a moan out of you. Grunting with each thrust, his lips move to connect to your neck. He takes his time placing wet kisses up to your jawline before connecting his lips to yours, your moans becoming hums. He slides his tongue into your mouth, and you copy him, doing the same. Your mind immediately goes blank when his tip hits your sweet spot.

"R-right there, daddy," you barely get out the words before your jaw drops open, drool spilling from your bottom lip. Joel hits your sweet spot with every thrust. You feel the knot in your stomach building up with each thrust.

"I'm close," you murmur, placing a sweet kiss to his lips. "Can I please?" you give him pleading eyes before he thrusts into you, hitting your sweet spot again. Your eyes shut, and a croaked moan leaves you as "Can you what, baby?" Joel teases while speeding up his pace, his grunts and groans becoming more consistent, signaling his own orgasm.

"C-can I cum, daddy?" your hands grip onto his hair, both of your noises getting louder with each thrust. Joel speeds up, pounding into you as hard as he can.

"Mhm, come for me, pretty girl," his grip on your cheeks tightens as he pounds into you. The knot in your stomach immediately snaps as you moan loudly. Joel's cock twitches, his head falling back and a loud groan spilling from him before he shoots his cum into you. His thrusts get sloppier as you clench around him, forcing some of his cum to slip out of you. He slows his thrusts and watches as you make a mess on his cock. He pulls out and places a kiss on your lips.

"Let's clean you up," he coos, setting you down while his hands stay at your hips to help you balance. You find your balance, and he grabs your clothes, handing them to you before putting on his own. He makes his way back over to you.

"Thank you," you smile shyly, a little embarrassed that you were so exposed to him just now.

"You're welcome. Don't be embarrassed, baby," he places his hand on your cheek and runs his thumb over your bottom lip before placing a kiss to them. "You'll be back tomorrow, right?" he asks, his hand resting on your waist.

"Yeah," a smile creeps onto your face, and you let out a giggle. You're probably going to keep this job.

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[may-cii]

Hi everyone, I wanted to let you know that I'm going to take a significant break for about a month, maybe a little longer, but I promise it won’t be more than two months. I will definitely be back! The reason for my break incase you're wondering is that I’m moving, and things have become quite busy for me. I literally have no time to write it sucks. I really appreciate your support, and I love you all. When I return, I promise it will be worth the wait!

[may-cii]

Cold nights

Cold nights vanish in the heat of Geralt's passionate hold.

Geralt of rivia x (sorceress) female reader

Genre: SMUT / fluff (minors DNI)

Wc: 1,320

A/N: hi guys I’m gonna make the smut longer next time negl it’s pretty short so this is mostly fluff but there is smut and thank you guys for the support on my last post!

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Traveling with Geralt is a engery drainer. While he’s drawn to the chaos of monster hunts, you prefer the quiet precision of sorcery and trade. Yet, despite your differences, you find yourself pulled into his world time and time again. You tell yourself it’s out of necessity—someone has to patch him up after a fight—but deep down, you know it’s more than that. There’s something magnetic about the way he moves, his body coiled with tension, his every action deliberate. When he’s injured, it’s you who tends to him, your hands steady as you stitch his wounds. And yes, you’ve noticed the way his muscles ripple beneath his skin when he removes his shirt, though you’d never admit it. You’ve convinced yourself that Geralt doesn’t see you that way, that your bond is purely platonic. But sometimes, when his gaze lingers a moment too long, you wonder.

What you don’t realize is that Geralt admires you just as deeply. He values your presence on these journeys, your quiet strength and unwavering focus. To him, you’re a constant in a world that’s anything but. He’s drawn to the way you move, the way you think, the way you seem to understand him without needing words. But he’s hesitant to act on it, afraid that crossing that line might ruin what you already share. He’s not one for grand declarations, and the thought of losing you is more terrifying than any monster he’s faced.

“Geralt,” you call out, noticing he’s fallen a few steps behind. He catches up, his expression unreadable as always. “Let’s stop at this tavern. I could use a drink.” You reach for his hand, your fingers brushing against his calloused palm, and pull him along with a lightness that makes him smile despite himself.

The tavern is alive with the hum of drunken laughter and clinking mugs. Geralt steers you toward a corner table, away from the rowdier patrons. After a couple of drinks, he gently takes the cup from your hand. “That’s enough,” he says, his voice firm but soft. His eyes flicker to your face, then briefly lower before he looks away, hoping you didn’t catch the way his gaze lingered.

“And why’s that?” you protest, your words slightly slurred, a playful pout on your lips.

“Because you’re drunk,” he replies, his tone leaving no room for argument. He stands, tossing a few coins on the table before offering you his hand. “Let’s get you to bed, darling.” His arm slips around your waist, steadying you as you walk. Normally, you’d brush off such closeness, but tonight, your mind is too hazy to resist. You lean into him, savoring the warmth of his body against yours. When he removes his hand, you feel the absence acutely, a chill settling in its place.

“Here?” Geralt asks, gesturing to a clearing. You nod, wrapping your arms around yourself as the cold bites at your skin. “Help me set up. It’ll warm you up,” he suggests, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back as he guides you forward.

Once the tent is pitched, you shed your outer layers, leaving you in a simple nightgown. You grab your hairbrush, running it through your hair with slow, deliberate strokes. Geralt watches you from the corner of his eye, his admiration barely concealed. “I’ll be back soon,” he says softly before slipping out of the tent.

When he returns, you’re already in bed, the light dimmed. “What did you get?” you mumble, resting your head on the pillow.

“Some berries,” he replies, placing them on the table. He walks over to you and sits on the edge of the bed. “And this,” he adds, holding out a delicate white flower. “For the prettiest girl in the kingdom.”

You smile, taking the flower and inhaling its sweet scent. “Thank you,” you say, your voice warm. Everything he does makes you fall for him even more. If only he knew.

“You like it?” he asks, leaning back against the bed frame.

You nod and lean forward to hug him, pressing a kiss to his cheek before settling back into your spot. Geralt turns off the light as he lies down beside you. You both pull the covers over yourselves and drift off to sleep.

You wake in the middle of the night, shivering. “You cold, darling?” Geralt’s voice is low and gravelly with sleep.

“Yeah,” you whisper, trembling.

Geralt pulls you close, your back pressing against his chest. He wraps an arm around your waist, and you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, letting out a contented sigh. “Did I wake you?” you ask softly.

“No, you didn’t. I haven’t been sleeping well,” he admits, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before resting his hand on your waist.

“Geralt?” you murmur.

“Yeah?” he breathes out.

“Do—do you love me?” you hesitate, curiosity getting the better of you.

Geralt lets out a low chuckle. “Yes, I do,” he pauses for a moment. “Do you love me, Y/N?”

You turn to face him, your breath mingling in the cool air. “I do love you. So much,” you smile before your lips meet his. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent. The cool breeze drifts through the tent, making you shiver.

“I’m cold, Geralt,” you murmur against his lips.

He pulls you closer, your bodies pressed together. You can feel his hard length pressing against your core. You kiss him again, your fingers tangling in his hair as his hand slides down to grip your ass. You moan softly, grinding your hips against his. Geralt groans, his hand moving to your throat as the other slips between your thighs.

He tugs your panties aside and slides a finger into you. You gasp, your body tensing as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. “Geralt,” you whimper, and his cock throbs at the sound of your voice. He quickens his pace, adding a second finger and circling your clit with his thumb. The sensation is overwhelming, and you know he’s going to make you come undone.

Geralt kisses you gently before pulling his hand away. You let out a needy whine, and he chuckles, lifting your leg higher over his hip. Your hands fumble with his belt, freeing his aching cock. It’s thick and heavy, veins prominent and glistening with precum. You moan at the sight before he guides himself into you. Your walls clench around him, taking in his girth.

“Fuck,” he growls as you tighten around him, his hips beginning to move. He starts slow, the deliberate pace making your stomach flutter with anticipation. But soon, his thrusts become more urgent, more demanding. You moan and whimper, your lips seeking his in sloppy, desperate kisses. Geralt’s groans grow deeper, his thrusts harder, each one hitting that sweet spot inside you.

“Need to cum,” you whine, your voice trembling with need.

“Go on, darling,” he grunts, his own release close. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the tent, mingling with your moans. The air is thick with the scent of sex. Geralt hits that spot again, and you cry out, your orgasm crashing over you. You cling to him, riding the wave of pleasure as Geralt follows, his hips stuttering as he spills inside you. You come again, your walls clenching around him as you both moan, bodies pressed together in the throes of ecstasy.

Your movements slow, becoming lazy and unhurried until they still completely. Geralt presses a tender kiss to your lips and brushes a strand of hair from your face. “Are you still cold?” he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You giggle softly. “No, I’m not.” He smiles and nods, wrapping his strong arms around you as you drift off to sleep.

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