Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion
Word Count: 3937
Additional Tags: Jealousy, Haircuts, Almost Boot Kink, Scent Marking, Established Friends With Benefits
Summary:
"Come here," Geralt tells him, working the knot holding the roll together. He nods at the ground between his feet. He pulls the scissors out. The blades gleam in the firelight.
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I feel like Derek is definitely not-on-purpose really, really, really good at oral.
Blowjobs, eating out, rimming, whatever. And not because he's had a lot of practice or is trying to impress anybody.
He just loves doing it and is super enthusiastic. Like, if Derek had a tail, it would be wagging ecstatically as he was being choked on a dick.
Once he gets his tongue and lips on a gorgeous person's most sensitive areas, his eyes completely glaze over in a punch-drunk expression, like he doesn't even know what year it is anymore, and he just fucking goes to town down there. Derek is so absolutely ravenous and feral, sometimes he forgets to breathe.
Because his accelerated healing keeps him from having an aching jaw or sore tongue or raw throat or burning lungs, sometimes he'll just go for hours, completely zoned out, not even registering that his partner has already orgasmed twice and is a mewling, blubbering mess of oversensitivity, clawing at the sheets, too weak to bat him away. And if they try to shift away, the primitive, wolfman part of his brain has him growling possessively and dragging them back.
Derek doesn't snap out of it unless his partner's scent changes to something negative (like annoyance, irritation, general uncomfortableness, or anything other than arousal) that cuts through his foggy haze, usually because they're incapable of speech by this point.
And because Derek never got to do it as often as he liked, by the time Stiles and Derek get together, Stiles doesn't even realize he's unleashed the beast. The years of Derek's pent up urges to fucking devour slam into Stiles like a truck and he is absolutely decimated.
Luckily, Stiles will eventually go numb and lose sensation down there if they go long enough, which suits Derek just fine (because then he doesn't have an excuse to stop).
The next few hours are filled with the sounds of Derek licking and sucking lazily at Stiles after he's lost all feeling. And you know Stiles wouldn't protest, because he finds it kind of hot.
They have to keep bottles of water by the bed to remember to stay hydrated.
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