#Yandere Witcher

[ametrictonofaudacity]

Okay so consider!!!

Yandere platonic Geralt!! Generally very cool!! Very nice!! But if you fuck up you have to deal with (what you have dubbed) the get along cuff. Which is literally him just making you sleep next to him and tying your leg to his with a bit of leather cord. It’s thin so he can easily snap it if there’s a danger, but he’ll wake up if you move it.

Also Jaskier being completely fine and okay with this would be hilarious, I would love to see you write a scenerio!! (Idk why but I picture a modern reader, like one who got dropped in the Witcher from the modern world)

I love this ask!! I also love the trope of a modern character in a medieval setting, I think it was all the ‘Modern Girl IN Middle Earth’ fanfics I read (an actual tag on ao3) so I have a weakness for it!! Also Jaskier just going ‘eh’ is so funny to me.

Warnings: forced proximity, captivity, kidnapping, some level of being infantalized, being tied to another person as a form of being restrained, future Stockholm syndrome. Jaskier is complicit, up to you whether he is also a yandere or not. Also the fact Geralt can smell emotions

“You know this could be like, an actual danger?”

You try and reason your way out of your situation, like reason has ever worked on Geralt before. He ignores you, mostly, concentrating on tying the knot around your wrist in a manner that you cannot undo the knot but it also didn’t cut off your circulation. He slips a finger under the cord, testing the knot and the cords strength, and you hear him make a satisfied rumble. You were still getting used to that, to the various sounds the Witcher made to express emotion.

“No it’s not. The cord’s thin, and if I have to fight I can snap it easily. Plus this area doesn’t normally have monsters, not this time of year.”

He stands, towering over you from you spot on the ground, near the fire, and you tilt your face up. The yellow light throws his features into a harsh countenance, makes his face all angles and scars, golden eyes reflecting the light the way a predators would as he glared down at you, scowling. You tighten your fingers in the wool cloak he had given you, so long ago, the fibers catching in your nails.

He must see something in your gaze, or maybe it’s the way you know you probably reek of anxiety right now, but his stance softens, the scowl melting away into something softer, not a smile because you knew he was still very, very upset with you, but not a harsh frown that made you feel small and stupid and like all the things he thought about you were true.

He crouches, making himself smaller next to you, and you feel your shoulders start to unwind. It was strange, being around someone who was so perceptive to your emotions, but seemingly had no clue how to address or handle them, beyond his own instincts as a Witcher and his limited interpersonal skills. His very limited interpersonal skills.

Seriously. You were pretty sure the guy only had two friends.

“You’re going to try and run again. Maybe not tonight, but I clearly can’t trust you to behave without me keeping my eye on you at all times. Since I can’t do that while I’m asleep, this is the solution.”

He motions to the thin leather cord, and you scowl, face twisting into something you know is ugly but doing it anyways. He wouldn’t be intimidated, you knew, he seemed to view you as some helpless kid, even though you were a fully grown adult who had been attending college.

“You wouldn’t have to watch me if you just let me go, Geralt. You can’t… you can’t just not let someone go home, that’s not right.”

You snap, fingers burying further into the cloak to stave off the chill that was only getting colder, creeping up your arms and legs to your torso and making you shiver. It had just gotten dark, the little fire Geralt built crackling away and too small to provide much warmth but rapidly gaining strength, and you shiver, leaning toward the fire and away from the Witcher.

“We’re not having this conversation again. You can’t survive out there on your own.”

Your face flushes, angry, and you bury your face further into the cloak. He had a point, to some extent. You weren’t used to the world of the Witcher, with its monsters and it’s hardships, weren’t used to the roughness of medieval life and all of its struggles. You were used to the modern world, where distances could be travelled by car, not horse, and you didn’t have to endure biting cold in the winter and blazing heat in the summer.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t at least try, Geralt. What kinda person would I be if I didn’t at least try to get home?” You protest, and there’s the sound of rustling, a muttered curse. Looks like Jaskier was back with wood.

“Ah. Seems I walked into a horribly tense situation.”

Jaskier remarks, but his voice is light, not taking your predicament seriously, even as his eyes land on the tether around your wrist and Geralt’s as he feeds wood into the fire, which licks up the logs and sticks eagerly, hungry for fuel. You scowl, face buried in the cloak to hide your sour mood as much as possible. Geralt didn’t care if you were pisses off or not, he cared when you were afraid not when you were mad, but Jaskier would do everything in his power to pull you out of your bad mood. From telling stories to playing little tavern songs, he would be relentless in making sure you cracked a smile at least once, and you didn’t feel like having to endure the bards attempts to cheer you up right now.

“Is tying them to you really necessary though, Geralt? They look like a kicked pup, can’t you be a bit more lenient?”

Jaskier wheedles, and wow, he might actually be your favorite person right now. You peek up from the fold of the cloak, and he’s got a hand on a hip, shifting his weight with a concerned frown. He looks entirely disapproving of the whole thing, which makes your heart soar. Maybe he would actually be able to get Geralt to listen to him.

“They’re lucky I don’t tie them on Roach all day.” Geralt grumbles, setting up the bed rolls. You could feel every small movement he made, the motion tugging gently on the thin tether.

“Oh you grump. Stop being so rude.” Jaskier huffs, sitting next to you, and you quietly despair how easily he gave in, how quickly he yielded to what Geralt wanted to do. You tuck your face back into the cloak, dejected.

“Hey now, it isn’t all bad. There are worse places to sleep. I can recall a few of them myself.”

Jaskier’s hand lands on your shoulder, and you glare, annoyed. You didn’t want company, or comfort, or any of it. You wanted one thing, and it was something that the both of them were denying you.

Jaskier, because he was Jaskier, seemingly didn’t notice. Which wasn’t the greatest.

“Yeah, sure, I guess. Never slept tied to somebody, though.” You say pointedly, and the annoyed rumble Geralt gives is almost worth it. Sharp gold eyes narrow at you slightly, before Geralt huffs, turning back to his task.

“I have! Well, it was more I had been knocked unconscious, but it still applies, I think! And those ropes were rather coarse, my wrists were aching for days!” Jaskier recalls. “Geralt had to rescue me, it was quite the adventure. I wrote a song about it, at some point, although I never published it. I really should rework that song, actually, come to think of it.”

He rambles, his voice filling the tense silence between you and Geralt, and you feel your shoulders start to relax. He was good at that, chattering to fill the silence that would drag on for hours between the two of you if it wasn’t for him. You sigh quietly, leaning into the warm hand clasped on your shoulders as the fire grows in strength, the bedrolls almost fully prepared.

“Alright. Jaskier, you take first watch, and I’ll take over in an hour or so.” There must not be many monsters around, you think, for Geralt to be so comfortable letting Jaskier take watch. Jaskier nods, slipping away your side as Geralt approaches.

“Not a problem! I was feeling wired tonight anyways, a few more hours though and I should be able to sleep well enough.” Jaskier agrees amicably. “Although I am a bit surprised, you normally insist on first watch.”

“Wanna get (Y/N) down.” Geralt huffs, and Jaskier nods.

“Fair enough, I suppose. They are criminally lacking in the sleep department, they’re beginning to get bags, poor thing.”

You scowl at Jaskier, annoyed.

“I’ve had these since middle school, first of all, not my fault I have insomnia.” You scowl, and jerk when Geralt all but drags you to the bed roll, barely waiting for you to finish talking.

“Hey!” You protests, annoyed, but he’s too busy ‘getting you settled’ as he liked to call it. Fussing over the blankets and the best roll, making sure your body was protected from the harsh winds that even the fire couldn’t stave off.

“Jaskier, stop keeping them up.” Geralt grumbles, sounding more tired than annoyed. He drags you closer, and it must be a Witcher thing to radiate heat like a furnace, because he was chasing off the cold without even trying, the same arm that you were tied to securing you against his chest.

“Pretty sure I can sleep on my own.”

You snark, and Geralt rolls his eyes.

“Not for the next week you aren’t, if that. Now go to bed.”

You scowl, glaring up at him. With the blanket over you, the fire, and the heat radiating off his body, you were tired, sure. But not tired enough not to say something, not when you were being treated like an idiot who couldn’t do anything for themselves.

“You can’t just- Geralt this isn’t right, and you know it. You can’t just- keep me here!”

You protest. Arguing with Geralt was much like arguing with a wall, honestly. Stubborn and just as likely to listen to you as the bricks that made up the walls of your old college.

But walls could come down. You just had to get through to him, make him realize that what was doing wasn’t going to work. You weren’t strong enough or fast enough to escape him, not without some clever plan or tricks up your sleeve, and you were pretty sure that an Olympic level athlete would still have issues trying to outpace him. So your only hope was getting him to listen.

It was a fragile hope, but it was the only hope you had.

“We’re not talking about this right now. Go to sleep.”

Geralt grumbles, and you open your mouth again. The warning rumble in his chest cuts you off, and you swallow.

The sound was exactly that. A warning. Geralt had never hurt you before, not really, but whenever he got mad things were miserable. Jaskier would be irritated with you for ‘putting Geralt in a mood’ as he put it, and you would be without the bard’s chattering to fill the heavy silent between you and Geralt. Not to mention the awkwardness of being forced to ride atop Roach with Geralt, the silence thick with tension between the two of you, or the way you would hope desperately for the day to end so you could go to sleep.

No, it was better to keep the Witcher happy. For all parties.

“Alright. Good night.” You finally mutter, and he sighs, the tension leaving his body. You feel his torso loosen, relaxing behind you, and you feel your hand shaking, just slightly. Or a little more than slightly. Your stomach twists, and Geralt sighs.

“I know you don’t understand. But you’ll realize this is what’s best for you.” He says it like it’s supposed to be an assurance, smoothing a hand over your hair like you’re a particularly fussy child, and you consider, for a second, twisting and biting that hand. Driving your teeth deep enough to draw blood and make him listen to you, for once.

You don’t, mainly because you know he would just move it fast enough your teeth would just snap at empty air.

You close your eyes. With the almost stifling heat behind you, and the too-heavy weight of the cord on your wrist that logically shouldn’t feel as heavy as it did, sleep does not come easy. Eventually, though, you feel your consciousness slip away into oblivion.

[lycheeloving]

I'm currently re-watching the first season of the Witcher... I forgot how much I love Geralt. So I had to write yandere headcanons for him ofc:

He still has to hunt monsters, but he tries to keep it to a minimum, as to not endanger you

When he does have to do something dangerous, he leaves you at the safest place that's nearby-ish. He doesn't tie you down, so you can still run away if you're in danger. At the beginning, this means he always has to chase you down after he gets back, but he couldn't live with himself if you got hurt because you couldn't get away from some monster.

That being said, you quickly realize that Geralt does, in fact, leave you in the safest place possible, whether that's an inn in a town or somewhere in a forest. Running away usually only gets you into trouble that Geralt has to save you from, so at some point you stop running. He always finds you in no time anyways, because of his enhanced senses. You might as well stay where you are, that's less exhausting.

He doesn't punish you for running away. He thinks it's annoying and might grumble and complain a bit while carrying you back, but that's all. He knows that this isn't an ideal situation for you and how could you ever love him, but he just can't live without you.

He does teach you some basic self-defense stuff, and how to act around certain monsters, so you're not totally unprepared if something were to happen. Usually the only thing you should do is run, though. (He teaches you for which monsters you should stand still, so you don't make a horrible mistake)

You'll sleep outside most of the time.

Downside: he insists on cuddling while you sleep. His arms are around you like a vice and you can't go anywhere. Plus the floor is uncomfortable (even if he has started to carry more comfortable sleeping bags etc with him bc you kept complaining) and cold. Really cold.

Upside: At least Geralt runs hot, so he keeps you warm?

Being outside all the time also means you usually have to bathe in various rivers and lakes... Geralt always stands guard with his sword in his hand. Just in case. He has to look at you, to keep you safe! Not because he likes seeing you naked or anything...

If you're ever in a town, don't expect the people there to help you. Nobody wants to enrage a Witcher, especially not the butcher of Blaviken...

Geralt will let you talk to others if you want, as long as you (or they) aren't flirting. He gets jealous easily. So if you don't want them to "mysteriously" disappear, try to be careful about how you talk to others. And who you talk to.

Doesn't care if other people call him names because he's used to it, but if anyone makes a comment about you because you're with him? They're dead.

Lets you ride Roach. of course.

I feel like he would still be friends with Jaskier. Jask would just think you're being silly if you talk about how Geralt kidnapped you and won't let you leave or whatever. "Haha, yeah, I get it, I keep coming back to him as well, his life is just so fascinating! So, what did you think about my new song?". Useless in helping you escape, but at least he's fun to be around. Might try to hit on you once, but immediately realizes that he should never do that again if he wants to live keep being friends with Geralt.

I feel like Yennefer would flirt with you and make demeaning comments like "Can I borrow your little toy?" about you, to piss Geralt off. You don't like when she's there because she always makes him feel like he needs to prove that you're his.

Will probably leave a bite mark on your neck, to mark you as his. So everyone knows not to touch you, even if he's not around.

Yes, he'll take you to Kaer Morhen. The others make fun of him for "acting like a lovesick puppy". He doesn't care, as long as they're not making fun of you. If someone does make fun of you, Geralt will seriously hurt them, unless you convince him not to. In which case he'll have to hear even more comments about how he's totally whipped. But at least it makes the other Witchers like you more, if Geralt hurts them for you that just pisses them off, and in that case nobody has a good time.

[yandere-sins]

Hello Chief, I was kinda hoping you could continue Yandere Geralt? I was envisioning him chasing the reader through the woods, completely feral. Like he completely snapped after they was able to get away a second time, and prepare themselves for the hunt? What if they were able to get away for like a month or week?! So many options, but you can choose which scenario is best. I just want to read a feral geralt.

Chief... that's a new nickname unlocked! xD Thanks for requesting, sorry for taking so long!! I couldn't come up with a full-on scenario so I opted for more scenic headcanons, hope that is okay! ^-^

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❥ Geralt isn't the same after you managed to escape. Everyone can feel it, not just those who know him. He was always easy to identify as a witcher, but still, the rumors spread about a witcher, shrouded in dark clothes, stalking after prey. They say there's madness in his eyes and blood all over his body from those who crossed his path. If he comes to a town, people are quick to hide away, afraid he might mistake them for who or what he's searching, and he's known to appear in houses at night, searching basements and other hiding spots. No one dares to stop him, too afraid they might be the next victim to his blade. Rumors like these even reach your ears, only making you more careful not to be predictable for him, and so, the hunt continues.

❥ Lots of people and creatures have seen him ride through the forests, sword in hand, leaving a bloody trail in his wake. Geralt doesn't care about who he encounters as long as it isn't who he is hunting. So it's no surprise that people start calling him feral and out of his mind when they encounter him taking a short, calculated break on his travels, always lost in thoughts and shrouded in an unapproachable aura. Some people try to reason with him, get him to trust their information, or take advantage of his situation by selling their own goods, but he's not that stupid. Because you wouldn't be so stupid, so he can't afford it either. Anyone who insists on having a lead won't live to see the day if it turns out to be wrong, so sooner or later, even these people stop approaching him.

❥ Because all he thinks about is you. Strangely enough, he is sure you are still alive and out there somewhere. You are nifty, you have the skills he taught you, and you have something else remarkably: determination. A smile creeps on his face when he imagines you struggling but pushing through. You managed to escape him with all his heightened senses, carefulness, and obsession. You wouldn't let yourself or your new freedom be endangered by carelessness. Geralt trusts in you taking care of yourself as long as he can't, no matter what you must do. And seeing how this is your second attempt already, you are sure to have grown wiser since the last time. Perhaps knowing he is always just a few steps behind you also reassures you. At least, that's what he tells himself.

❥ The ale tastes twice as good with you on his mind, making him sigh blissfully, a shiver of anticipation running through him. Oh, he can't wait to get you back. The thought alone makes his heart pump harder than ever before, his body struck by so many emotions that he can no longer suppress them, no matter if it is unlike him. Geralt thinks of all the things he'll do to you once you are back. Hug you, kiss you—just to name the good ones. Dragging you back to a safe space, crying and screaming, is a given. But this time, he'll also make sure you are gagged so you have time to think about your actions and all the worry you caused. You won't go a day without being chained up after your little stunt, the longer it takes to get you back, the more inclined Geralt is to break some bones to immobilize you further.

❥ Thinking about you is the only thing that can keep him sane. He feels like he has already lost too much, so without you, his carefully crafted nonchalantness, the calm and unbothered personality he has fooled everyone with, breaks into a million pieces. Only a handful of people got to see his other sides, the ones that are softer, kinder, less hard, and shaped by the world's darkness and his own discipline. But there are also sides only you have seen, the obsessive, possessive ones. Protectiveness lies in his field of work, but he's behaving like a dog only around you. It's something other people would be too scared to see, and at some point, you were, too. But now that you escaped him, you have proven that you understand him. You know what it takes to be with him and to take him on. What it's like to challenge him, order him, love him. You are the only one worthy of losing himself over, just like he thought. You are his.

❥ Every time he sees someone that resembles you, he gets so agitated. Both worry and anger overcome him, and Geralt, usually so good at suppressing unnecessary emotions, is helplessly overwhelmed by the outbursts. He is constantly taken aback when the person doesn't turn out to be you, another piece of his sanity breaking off as he immediately lets go of them again, not caring if they are hurt or if other people call out to him. How could he have mistaken them for you? They weren't even close to you. Nothing about them was as perfect and breathtaking as you are. It honestly disgusts him that he even touched them, and Geralt's been through a lot of shit before so that really shouldn't matter.

❥ On the lonely nights out in the woods, he barely sleeps, always listening, waiting for a sign of you. A small laugh, the snapping of twigs, your breath in his ear. If he didn't know it better, he'd say you are a daydream even in this nightmare he has to endure because of you. All he can do is imagine your hands on his body again, your sweet voice whispering apologies, your hair brushing his skin as you curl up against his chest. Life could be easy like this, peaceful, gentle. He could love you again and for the rest of your life, even after you ran from him. But every time Geralt does close his eyes, it's with the knowledge that he'll have you back. He will find you. Losing you isn't an option; it's not even a consideration. And then he'll hold you again, kiss you, tell you, you are safe as he wipes away the tears that will undoubtedly fall after your reunion. The thought of breaking your legs tastes amazing on his tongue, but the greatest pleasure will be telling you he loves you again.

[lovelywongie]

Yandere Witcher x reader

So as we all know Gerald has some serious problems with showing his emotion going on so he is showing his affection by keeping you fed and safe, not keeping you beside him cuz we all know how Witcher life is looking, he would get heart attack on the first day but he is keeping you in the house that he specialty enchanted for you to not leave it.

I know that he will get through his day just to see you in home safe. I can imagine him going to bazaars with you to get the food for sometime but if he thinks that this is not the time to get you off the house that he will make you write it down the things that you need :).

✨Little garden with fruits and vegetables in it✨

[sicktember]

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[popawritter12]

Yandere! Geralt of Rivia headcanons.

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Probabilities that your loved ones will be killed.

Let's start by talking about the fact that he already has experience killing both humans and monsters or creatures that escape our imagination, or even people of other races.

But he usually doesn't want to apply it, if he can avoid spilling blood, he will. Although some of them probably end up dying, more out of self-defense than out of his jealousy.

My guess is a 30% chance, the only exception is that those people ARE dangerous to you but you refuse to accept it.

First impressions

You met him because he saved your life. Whether by humans or monsters, or other creatures.

You were infinitely grateful to him, to the point that you insisted that he can always come to you if he needs help or a place to stay.

Even with sex or not involved, we can assume that he ends up accepting your offer, even if he didn't initially want it.

Unlike other people, you always treated him like another human being; It wasn't difficult for him to trust you seeing how kind you were, although at first he doubted your true intentions more than once.

Fall in love

You both got along well, even with all the negative comments from people you knew, you just thought they were people's exaggerations.

After the first time you welcomed him into your home, he felt that one day he would have to come back to visit, even if it was for something as minimal as buying supplies or upgrading his armor and/or tools. That idea of returning crossed his mind several times, until he visited you again.

You recognized him instantly, and greeted him as if you were seeing a great friend. Both of you shared a moment together where they told how things had gone since the last time they had been together. If you pay attention, you will notice that he seems more open or even more relaxed than usual.

Geralt didn't know why he felt so much trust with you, but he liked that feeling; he couldn't deny the fact that he preferred being with you over other people. It took him quite some time to realize the reality of his feelings.

Although you assumed that he constantly visited you or that he enjoyed your presence it was because he fully trusted you as a trusted friend, the reality was different.

And you didn't notice it until you saw that every time he visited you (we assume once a month or even more), he seemed more attentive to you or flirted with you more regularly.

Beginning of "Yanderism"

After a couple of months, that overwhelming feeling slowly escalates. He couldn't confess what he felt; Whether it was because of how dangerous his job was or the knowledge that many humans or other creatures would try to kill you, it was a thought that sometimes ate his mind and kept him thinking all day, going around and around the same issue.

Both Ciri and other people are worried about him, he denies what he feels or what he thinks, even getting angry because of how difficult it was for him not to be able to get you out of his head.

And it's not until he finally lets his feelings take over that there is no turning back.

(From this point forward, there is no way back)

First murder or Yandere act.

He would kill someone very close to you, not out of self-defense, nor because that person was a danger to you, but at one point, his jealousy took over him completely.

Geralt had a hard time believing it when he did it, since he almost never let himself be carried away by his emotions. But this time, he had screwed up, and he knew that sooner or later you would find out.

Even if he tried to hide it, you end up finding out what he did. You deceived yourself, trying to believe that it was just a lie, or that the situation at that moment led him to defend himself on his behalf or to kill him for something that person had not told you.

But in the end, lies have short legs.

He saw you cry and argue with him, yell at him about why he had done such a thing, and that your dead family member or friend had never done anything to hurt him.

And he was forced to act on impulse.

Relationship or kidnapping

After he confessed, you had already grown afraid or disgusted with him, not because he was a witcher, but because he had harmed someone you loved through a simple act of jealousy.

You reject him, feeling disgusted with his decision; You hoped he would leave you alone, but he couldn't go back, and you knew that the hole in his heart that your abandonment would leave was never going to be filled.

And he does it, he forces you to go with him, even tied up or kicking, he was always going to be able to with you. And no matter who gets in the way, no one could stop him.

Coexistence

In this case, it is not very good. You feel afraid that he will hurt you, or hate for all the damage he did in your life, but he still seems so calm around you.

He would hate hurt you, hate the idea of hurting you and causing any kind of pain that makes you cry. Of course, that is if we talk about the physical sense.

We can say that their punishments are more mental.

He would talk to you about how much he loves you, he would show you with affection and make you feel the body heat of another living being for weeks on end. And then he would become distant, he wouldn't touch you and he would rarely respond to you like you normally do.

The more violent you get with him, the less effect it will have on his way of punishing.

Of course, if you show obedience and affection, the affectionate and loving side of him would always be there, and he would never leave you alone.

In case of kidnapping, where would he take you?

Next to him, everywhere. Unless you have managed to escape from him more than once, which would cause him to make the drastic decision of leaving you locked in a place away from civilization and any kind of help or contact with humans or any damn species.

It would be difficult for someone to manage to snatch you from him, considering everything he is capable of doing in a non-yandere state.

Marriage and family.

In this case, I don't see the possibility of marriage.

I mean, he already sees you as his destined partner and he wants you to be together in this life, and in others to come. However, he is not the least bit interested in marriage.

Regarding Geralt's friends, they know almost nothing about you... It's hard for them to believe that he is capable of something so extreme, but when they see it, they only understand that they must keep a certain distance from him if they don't want to cause problems. .

And, in case it wasn't obvious, your family has no say in anything at this point in history.

↘If possible, children?

It is NOT POSSIBLE.

Now, if we assume that by some fucking magic trick from I don't know where the possibility of having a child with you comes from, I'm sure he would be more than happy to take it.

Reasons to be a Yandere:

-During his entire life he suffered a lot of discrimination from many people, he is used to an almost 100% hostile environment, and having the possibility of being with someone who from minute 0 was kind to him and treated him with respect and affection... is something he wouldn't let go so easily.

-Let's say that it is very difficult for him to develop a feeling of trust with someone, especially when that someone is surrounded by people who constantly remind you that you should not interact with them.

-He is used to killing, (more than anything due to the context of the world in which he lives and how his life was) let's say that someone who already has enough experience taking lives from other living beings can implement those actions in others (not specifically harm you, if not those he may consider dangerous)

Extra data:

-Geralt is sweet to you, and he usually likes to have you in his arms to know that he can protect you from anything.

-He is the type of Yandere who would never force you to have sex, under no circumstances would he allow himself to subject you in such a way.

-I would venture to say that Geralt was irritated by how Jaskier constantly seeks to talk to you, not out of jealousy, but because his presence bothers him.

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I had this character in my head for DAYS to make him headcanons hajdajahdjqi

[aphroditelovesu]

can you please write a love letter romantic from yandere geralt of rivia from the Witcher x gender neutral reader and thank you ❤️😊

My beloved,

I loved you from the first moment our eyes crossed, my heart belonged only to you since then. Every thought, every breath, every beat of my heart is dedicated to you, and you alone.

My nights are tormented by the idea of ​​losing you, of seeing you in someone else's arms. I can't bear the thought of anyone else touching what's mine. I promise I will do anything to keep you safe, to keep you by my side.

I know I can be impulsive, that my actions can seem strange at times, but everything I do, I do it out of love. Because I love you so deeply and intensely that I can't imagine my life without you. And I don't want to imagine my life without you.

Remember, my beloved, that this love is a blazing fire, which can burn everything in its path. But it is also a love that will never die. I will always be here, protecting you, looking out for you, even if it means doing things that others would consider crazy.

Because I love you and this all that's matter in the end.

Never doubt my love for you, for you are the most real and true thing in my life. You are my light, my reason for living, my eternal beloved.

With all my love,

Geralt of Rivia.

[dumbbbg]

Characters I write for.

S T A R W A R S

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Din Djarin

H A R R Y P O T T E R

Draco Malfoy

Lucius Malfoy

Harry Potter

Tom Riddle (both, junior and senior)

Sirius Black

James Potter

M A R V E L

Captain America

Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

Loki

Thor

J U J U T S U K A I S E N

Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Fushiguro Toji

Sukuna

Kento Nanami

OTHER CHARACTERS FROM SHOWS/MOVIES

Joel Miller | The Last of Us

Geralt of Rivia | The Witcher

CHARACTERS FROM NOVELS

Rhysand | A Court of Thorns and Roses

Azriel | A Court of Thorns and Roses

Henry Winter | The Secret History

Kaz Brekker | Six of Crows

Matthais | Six of Crows

Jeremy Volkov | God of Wrath

Nikolai Sokolov | God of Fury

Landon King | God of Ruin

Eli King | God of War

Aiden King

Killian Carson | God of Malice

. . .

All of my stories are always dark. There is Noncon, dubcon, degradation, humiliation, and these men just doing heinous things to "y/n". I recommend looking at the things already posted before sending a request.

Acceptance of the request depends solely on if I feel in touch with that character or not <3

I am currently obsessed with Star Wars and The Secret History, so if you send a request for any of the three characters listed, the likelihood of me writing something about them is very high.

. . .

[donat-senpai]

did you get my yan jihnsi x chaotic reader yet? I have a feeling tumblrs been eating all my asks😭

No. I'm sorry :с Tumblr shows I have 16 messages in my inbox, but only 7 are actually visible. And those 7 requests are really old (T○T)

To the anon: You can try sending your message again. If it doesn’t work or you don’t feel like it — that’s totally okay. I understand that you want a chaotic reader. I’ll try to fulfill your request this (or next) weekend.

To everyone else: If you sent me something recently and didn’t get a reply — please don’t hesitate to resend it! I always appreciate your ideas and messages, and I’d be really grateful if you decide to write again. Thank you for paying attention to this blog :3

[pansnovidinnia]

yandere!book!Geralt: I prevented murder today

notw!Vesemir: oo, how so?

yandere!book!Geralt: self-control

notw!Vesemir: and who was the possible victim?

yandere!book!Geralt: your ex

notw!Vesemir:

notw!Vesemir: you know, sometimes its better to loosen up a bit

[geekdilettante]

It's funny to see that most of my posts are about anime, even though I'm actually a video game fan.

Fixing that.

I'm a kind of a freak 'cause I have way too many favorite titles, so I had to redo the template to fit everything I want.

Meet Part 1 of the meme. Maybe after a while I'll make Part 2, but with my own text. I made it mostly for myself, though.

[yandere-sins]

HELLO HAPPY NEW YEAR.... i would like to request a continuation of that super yummy quiet!reader/yandere!geralt piece you posted a year back? there's so much horny potential.... please i, i need to know what happens next,, i beseech you,, perhaps with him taunting reader and using it against them later, like you wrote?? or eVEN... him taking off the collar ONLY when he's fucking them where other people can hear/see them so everybody thinks reader's absolutely into it?? thank you sm either way <3

Thank you for requesting! I kept this request for a while to think about it, so sorry for the long wait! ^^

[Part 1]

Warning: Yandere, Sexual Content (Grinding, Thigh Job, Fingering, Teasing, Public Indecency (and getting caught), Humiliation), AFAB!Reader, Darling Breaking

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"Enough teasing," Geralt grunted, leaning forward and forcing you to bend over the table with him.

You whimpered as the exciting pleasure of the grind was interrupted, mewled even, as his hips separated from yours. Now that you had decided to enjoy this, use him as much as he used you for his own desires, he tore apart the connection between you two? Unfair!

With your hands braced on top of the table, you pushed your body back, earning yourself the satisfaction of feeling his cock perfectly molded against your sex again. Geralt gave a surprised groan before he chuckled, his hands that had fallen from your waist returning to your sides as he lifted you up and forward as he needed you.

"Getting greedy now, eh?" he teased, and with no chance to voice your discontent, you huffed. But the dissatisfaction turned into another bolt of pleasure very quickly as Geralt bucked his hips, sending you chest down on the table but with your sex quivering in delight. You didn't know what he was doing behind you as he began fiddling with something out of sight. But if he wanted teasing, he could have it, and shaking your ass as you glanced back at him had more than the desired effect, the apparent redness across Geralt's face spreading to his ears while he reached up to stiffle a groan with his hand.

You saw his other arm moving below your butt, but he collected his composure so quickly—gripping your waist hard with his free hand and slamming you back into his lap—that you had no time to realize what he was doing. Not until you felt it, that is, hard and throbbing between your thighs.

Twisting your torso around, you gave him an appalled look, almost gasping out the question of how he could bare himself in such a crowded place. But your cut off voice was met with a smirk as Geralt nodded his head to the side, knowing fully well what you were meant to say without needing to hear it.

"Not like we're the only ones fooling around, Sweetheart."

Biting your lip, you glanced at the tables around you, trying not to stare and not to be too obvious as you checked out the whores. You saw glimpses of skin under the tables, hands where they shouldn't be stuck. Some lap-sitting ladies were rolling their hips suspiciously, biting their lips and letting their heads fall back. They looked happy, excited—almost like you.

It was your turn for the heat to spread across your whole face, burning at the tips of your ears as you realized others were having fun out in the open without any sense of shame and dignity. And you were one of them now, Geralt grinding your hips up and down his length. You felt every drag as if it was inside you, your thighs abused as a sex toy while your cunt throbbed desperately, yearning to have his cock shoved into you deeply.

The trousers you wore covered you enough from curious eyes that licked their lips at the salacious sight of you two getting it on, but not from the precum and slick that spread and stained the fabric, your panties soaking wet as your hips were slammed into Geralts over and over.

You couldn't tell anyone how disgusted you felt by your own body's reaction. How much you resented Geralt for turning you into public entertainment, abusing your needs for his own pleasure. You wanted to scream and shout at him, but even more so, you wanted the sweet release from this nightmare. The grinding was fine and dandy, but you needed more stimulation to get rid of the pent-up frustration, even if it meant overcoming your own disgust.

Reaching down, you grabbed one of his hands, wrapping your entire palm around his fingers. He didn't seem to mind you holding on to him for support, but Geralt hummed questioningly as he noticed you trying to drag his grip forward rather than away from you. He let go immediately, allowing you to do whatever you wanted with his hand, curious and devoted to you as he was. And when you placed his palm against your exposed belly, you heard him chuckle behind you as he noticed your unbuttoned pants.

You were relieved that he caught on so quickly. Relieved for the first time that you didn't need to shamefully say what you wanted aloud. And most importantly: Relieved as you felt his hand sink into your panties, greeted with the wet and hot mess that was your pussy. He found your clit with no problem, probed, and massaged it as your walls clenched miserably around nothing. His own pleasure halted, his cock throbbing and bobbing between your thighs impatiently. But like an eager scholar, Geralt fixated on your pleasure that you had denied him for so long.

His hand was bulging out your pants as he played stimulating pranks on your nub. The transition from his fingers pulling and teasing to his thumb working your clit into a hot mess was so seemless, you only noticed his wandering hands as they began exploring your entrance.

You both let out a blissful moan as he slipped the first two digits into you, your body immediately yearning for more. But when you spread your legs even a little to accompany his large hand, giving it easier access, he immediately stopped, his hand digging into your waist, growing firm.

"Keep them together. Don't be mean."

You gritted your teeth, your instincts trained well on defiance, but Geralt—quite literally—had the upper hand, not helping you as long a you weren't helping him. Reluctantly, knowing fully well you'd not get as much depth and stimulation as you wanted if you closed your legs, you did as you were told, feeling surprised as Geralt bucked his hips first before putting his fingers into motion. He grunted, satisfied, as you squeezed your thighs around his cock again, thinking to yourself that the fabric couldn't possibly be a comforting feeling against the sensitive skin, but he didn't seem to mind.

Steadying you across your chest with his free arm, Geralt leaned back, taking you with him. Now there was much more space and freedom for both of you to get the pleasure you deserved, and while you barely kept your moans behind clasped teeth and bitten lips, Geralt buried his face in your shoulder, his husky voice shaking through your whole body as if spoken directly to your soul.

"That's right, squeeze them as tightly as you squeeze my fingers. Do you like that? My fingers inside you? You're so wet; I'd have fucked you much earlier if I knew you liked it that much. Guess you're not so pure are you? Hiding this sweet, wet cunt from me all this time?"

Tears welled up in your eyes as Geralt exposed you, laying bare that you were, at the end of the day, just a human with needs and longing for satisfaction like any other. You wished you could have been more virtuous, needing less of him than you did at that moment, but he was so right, knowing fully well that if he were to stop caressing you, you'd become a pitiful, begging mess. At that moment, you were no better than these whores who enjoyed the attention they got a little too much. You wanted it all and wanted it now, getting greedier by the second.

"Time to admit it, Babe," he mumbled, planting a goose-bump erecting kiss to the nape of your neck as he made your spine curve, handling your body as he wanted. You were so close to the edge as he bucked his hips upwards as hard as he could, using the leverage to place his hand beneath your slit, perfectly situated for you to plummet on it, giving you the most earth-shattering orgasm you had ever experienced. No playing with yourself, imagining uncouth scenarios of depravity in your head, could have prepared you for this.

And in the most inappropriate, vulnerable moment, you felt your throat tightening before the magical collar snapped off, loudly letting an uncontained, unfiltered moan, followed by a still dazed, "Fuck, yes!" echo through the tavern.

Around you, things got awkwardly quiet; hushed voices and clearing of throats could be heard while you felt Geralt shake behind you, his own hot mess spilling over your thighs, some shooting against your belly. You faced the wooden table, gasping for air as you rode the waves of your miserable orgasm. Only when someone next to you remarked mockingly, "Well, someone's having fun here," did you feel the shame and embarrassment tremble through your body, tears overflooding your eyes and dripping onto the wood as chuckles and laughter went through the patrons.

Geralt sighed blissfully while you wouldn't dare to lift your head from the humiliation. It seemed like no big deal to him, and the opinions of these people shouldn't have mattered much to you, either. They were just as undignified and driven by their needs as you were, but since they didn't need to hide it, they at least knew how to keep it to themselves. Other than you, who had just lost the losing game of caving into Geralt's obsession for your own needs.

"I think you two should go," someone said sternly in front of you, and you recognized the barmaid's voice, a sob eluding you. There was so much scorn and distaste in the way she said it, so much dismissal rather than concern about you. And perhaps, a little bit of jealousy. Another sob escaped before you could use your hand to muffle yourself. Still, the barmaid either didn't hear or cared about it, putting the final nail in the coffin for you. "You're making the others uncomfortable."

Uncomfortable? You were fucking humiliated!

"Alright, alright," Geralt said unconfrontationally, pushing you up and off his lap, your trousers still covered in stains and cum, as well as tears that kept falling from your eyes as you couldn't get yourself to look up and face the mockery of the people that thought you enjoyed this abuse. Which you did, and you hated yourself for it. Geralt quickly got himself situated again before grabbing the collar and your wrist, pulling you off the bench and after him as he made you do a walk of shame out of the tavern.

You heard every snicker, every snarky comment. All the whispers about what kind of bitch you were and how only someone like you could stand being a "Witcher's Toy". Geralt didn't seem to mind. Not enough to stop and defend your honor, clear up the misunderstanding, and make you feel better. He didn't even seem to care about your tears and shame when you two finally reached Roach, mistaking the droplets on your face for the rain that poured down.

Still, he wrapped you tightly in a blanket and made sure you went on top of the horse first before taking his seat behind you, holding you tightly against him. You couldn't help but lean into his chest willingly for the first time in a long while, exhausted and still crying. The silence as you two rode down the muddy street and off into the forest to find shelter from the rain made what just happened even more shameful. It made you feel used, even though it had been you who wanted to use Geralt for once. You wanted to say something just to break the ice, but you couldn't find the words even without the collar.

It took another hour until you three stumbled over an abandoned house, dirty and full of bugs but good enough for shelter from the rain. Geralt helped you off Roach before making sure she was settled beneath a wooden roof. She was happy to just be out of the rain, and he took your hand and secured the inside of the house first before getting you two dry as well. Even with him starting a fire, you felt frozen to the bone, partially because of the rain and partially because you felt completely dead inside, worn down and empty. Where you had once been filled with life, defiance, dignity, and strength, everything seemed to have poured out of you together with the orgasm and the humiliation that followed.

"Take your clothes off, you're soaked."

Gripping the blanket tightly around you, you kept standing there as Geralt stoked the fire, waiting for you to simply obey and do as you were told. "Come on," he urged when he noticed you were unresponsive. "You'll catch a cold."

But even so, you couldn't let go of the cover.

Even when you felt like everything was cruel and meaningless, you couldn't obey him. He, who had wronged you so many times, made a fool out of you to the point where you didn't even care. Geralt rose from the firepit, standing before you as you two stared at each other in silence. That night, boundaries had been crossed. Things had been done that couldn't be forgotten. Your life had collapsed under the weight of his obsession, and you didn't know how to rebuild the crumbled sense of self you felt.

Geralt raised his hand, brushing his knuckles along your cheek, a mix of concern and affection in his expression as he caressed you.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, his voice a small rumble. "I couldn't help it. Seeing you look at other people, not hearing you say how good it felt—I couldn't help any of it."

Your tears were still hot as they ran down your cheeks, and this time, Geralt had to notice them as they dripped over his hand. He halted, a moment of sadness flashing in his eyes before he leaned down, kissing you as if to comfort you. As if anything he gave you truly brought you any solace—you learned it the hard way that night. His hands fell to your shoulders, gripping the blanket you held onto so tightly, pulling and stretching it until he could free it from your grasp and make it fall to the ground.

"I can't help loving you even more every second we are together," he whispered against your lips, and a sob escaped you, muffled by the kiss. You didn't want to be loved by him, didn't want to be comforted or caressed. You wished you had never met him as you stood there, forced to allow him to undress you so you wouldn't catch a cold. Forced to be spooned by his naked body to stay warm and forced to be taken care of by him even though you wanted to throw up from the feeling of his skin against yours.

"And I'll never stop loving you," he assured you as you lay in his suffocating hug, crying and sobbing, your whole body shaking in disgust and shame.

Praying to any god that could hear you, begging to end your misery.

[111starlight111]

Notice me spell jar

Cleanse jar

Add persons name and DOB to jar with a piece of paper

Add rose petals - for love

Add cinnamon - for good luck

Add lavender - so they come in peace

Add rosemary - for protection

Seal the jar and carry with you until the manifestation is complete

[depraved-love]

Fandom list:

Anime:

Attack on Titan

Black Butler

Bungo Stray Dogs

Demon Slayer

My Hero Academia

Series:

Castlevania

Dungeon Meshi

Sherlock

The Witcher

Wakfu

Movies:

The Rise of the Guardians

Into the Spider-Verse

Across the Spider-Verse

Books:

Folk of the air

Games:

The Arcana

Cookie Run

John Doe

[findroleplay]

looking for an 18+ queer person like me willing to do any fandom yandere double up oc x cc (or cc x cc for your side)

it will be fully fledged and dark , no holding back, dead dove required

i hope to find an rp partner who is willing to chat and talk with me be friends and get so excited we stat up until late at night discussing our plots

i am looking for someone to play the yandere against my darling

i will muse as my ftm Link from Tears of The Kingdom as the darling

to your yandere Geralt from The Witcher series (show or games)

and in turn i will be either your darling or your yandere from any fandom as I am more than willing to research whatever fandom you want

i may be open to oc x oc as well if thats what you really truly want

having said that i will easily write over discords character limit on both sides

I am a fairly active role player when I am enjoying it and generally mirror replies so no worries if you prefer it shorter but i ask at least 2 - 3 paras

I am more than open to transgender ocs

as the link i play is ftm

crossovers

multi verses

i am willing to do so much

I understand not being able to find rp partners

i role play on discord leave a note and i will reach out

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[mangaka-devotee]

Yandere Geralt doddles