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smolalienbee · 2 years

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(vaguely inspired by Prompt #1905 @promptsforthestrugglingauthor // soft s1 geraskier with a wolf!)

"Geralt?"

"Hm?"

"Don't you think it's... a little strange that this wolf is still following us?"

Geralt heaves a sigh as he pauses. For a while, they've been walking like this, Geralt at the front, leading Roach, then Jaskier, a few steps behind and at the very tail of their little traveling troupe, a white wolf.

A literal white wolf, much to the amusement of Jaskier who has already voiced as much multiple times during their walk.

"No."

"Oh really?" Jaskier drawls, stepping forward until he's at Geralt's side. He glances over his shoulder at the wolf who lingers behind them, not comfortable enough to approach. "Because in all the years we've been on the Path together, this -" He gestures towards the wild animal. "- has never happened."

"It's just a wolf, Jaskier."

"Yes, and it's following the famous White Wolf. You really don't find anything unusual about this?" Geralt can tell there's a ramble oncoming. He looks past the bard and at the wolf who meets his gaze with seemingly the same amount of exasperation in its eyes. Not that wolves are particularly expressive, but he supposes they have that in common. "How do we even know it's not a - a -" Jaskier continues, apparently not noticing the silent exchange between the two wolves accompanying him. "- a mage? Or a shapeshifter? Maybe it's some sort of an elaborate prank?"

"There's no magic in that wolf," Geralt grunts, turning to begin walking again. Roach follows obediently while Jaskier waves his arms in some sort of protest. "Come on, bard. It's just an animal. Or are you afraid of wolves after all?"

He throws a look over his shoulder in Jaskier's general direction. The bard huffs and puffs but hurries to follow, this time catching up in long strides until he's walking directly at Geralt's side. "No!" he mutters. "But how do you -"

"My medallion isn't vibrating."

"Right. And what if -"

"It's not the first time."

Jaskier sputters, taken aback by Geralt's interruption. "What?"

"It's not the first time this has happened."

"You - it's - alright, now you definitely have to elaborate, don't you dare leave it off like this, I need to hear all about this -"

All the while, Jaskier's fumbling with his pockets, trying to dig out his notebook and something to write with. Geralt doesn't slow down, only glances over at him with a glint of amusement in his eyes - it wouldn't be the first time Jaskier has attempted to scribble down notes all while walking at once.

"When I was young," Jaskier shuts up as soon as Geralt resumes speaking. "During one of the trials. I found a wolf and her cubs. She was protecting them - but she never attacked me."

"Huh," Jaskier's little noises is accompanied by quick scratches against paper. The bard is not paying any attention to the road ahead of them and so Geralt stops yet again, the corners of his mouth quirking up into a barely there smile. He doesn't need Jaskier tripping over his own feet and then complaining about it for the rest of the day. "And what then?" Curious blue eyes look up at him.

"Not much. We've stayed together, for a while, in the forest. I fished. Shared my food with them. We had to part ways when we reached Kaer Morhen."

"What, Vesemir didn't want more wolves joining the pack?"

Geralt snorts, but his expression softens. "They were wild wolves, Jaskier. They couldn't have stayed.

"...did you want them to?"

He hesitates for a moment, considering Jaskier's question. He knows the answer, of course it is, but whether he wants to be honest about it is a whole another matter. As his eyes drift over to the wolf, he sighs and comes to a decision.

"Yes," he admits. Even out of the corner of his eye he can see the way Jaskier smiles at that, gentle and understanding. It makes something in his chest, but it's not an unwelcome sensation.

"Well - do not mourn, witcher dear, as it looks like at last you've got yourself a new wolf companion!" He grins, spreading his arms wide as he looks towards the animal. Geralt rolls his eyes.

"We're not keeping her."

"I never said -"

"I know you, bard."

"Oh, fine. Regardless - she can stay with us a while, can she not? You know, I do wonder, maybe she's related to those wolves you've met - a family, generation after generation, passing down stories of the White Wolf... This will make for a wonderful ballad, darling, Geralt of Rivia, friend of humanity and the wildlife!"

Geralt doesn't interrupt him, a small smile yet again forcing its way into his face. They continue on, a witcher, a human, a horse and now, a wolf along with them.

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caleb-wigodast · 3 years

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Whatever is in Your Heart

Dorian/Dariax

Rating: Explicit

This is the first fic I've written in like over 3 years and it's just 4k worth of smut. Anyway I wanted to write some somft Doriax fucking, so I did. The premise of this fic is a sex pollen flower, so there's some questionable consent with the premise itself, but in the fic I made it clear that they are both very much into it and would be dtf without the sex pollen.

Spoilers for episode 5 of Exandria Unlimited!

(Read it on AO3)

“Whatever is in your heart, this place will know” those words from Fy’ra Rai rang through Dorian’s head as they made their way past the obelisk. A vine sprouted out of nowhere and tripped Dorian, causing him to fall into the radius of the flower emitting a dangerous pollen Orym warned them about. Dariax rushed over to help him to his feet, but he was too late, (or right on time depending on your perspective) The next blast of pollen emitted from the flower coated them both in its intoxicating scent. If this place knew what was in their hearts, it knew their desires, and it clearly wanted them to fulfill those desires...

Dorian coughed and choked on the scent as it filled his lungs, forgetting he can hold his breath indefinitely, and he felt a tingly warmth flow throughout his body that set every nerve alight inside him. Dariax’s hands on his waist felt like fire, it felt magnetic, and he leaned into Dariax as Dariax seemed to do the same.

Dorian blushed, “Are you?”

Dariax stuttered, “y-yeah, you?”

Dorian nodded, he looked to Dariax and saw his face pink with blush as they clung to each other, trying to remain standing. Within a few moments after the pollen took full effect, they felt their knees go weak as they collapsed on the forest floor together, still holding each other in a loose embrace, panting and staring into each other’s eyes with desire and need.

“Are you okaaaaay!?” Opal called out.

Right, the others.

“U-um, yes! We just, got a bit too close is all!” Dorian called back nervously, trying to crawl out of the flower’s radius and back to the group, he could feel Dariax’s eyes on him even as his back was turned.

“Are you sure? You’re not poisoned?” Fy’ra questioned.

“Nah, I think it’s just like a, like an exhaustion thing,” Dariax supplied, stumbling his way over behind Dorian.

“Do you think you’ll be alright to continue?” Orym asked.

“Uh, I might need a bit of a rest, but I wouldn’t want to hold the group up. Besides, Fy’ra, you said that flower was the only dangerous thing here?” Fy’ra nodded and Dorian continued, sitting on a stump “Well, in that case, you all can go ahead. I think Dariax and I are just going to rest here for a bit, if that’s alright with you all, of course.”

They looked at each other nervously, “If you’re sure, we really don’t mind waiting.” Fern reassured.

“Thanks but uh, nah I think we just need to rest by ourselves for now.” Dariax slumped against a nearby tree, not trying at all to hide his massive hard-on.

Opal, of course, noticed this, and checked Dorian too, who brought his legs a bit closer to his chest to hide, she grinned, “I think they’ll be fine guys, lets just keep going!”

Opal ushered the group forward, and Dorian would have to thank her for that later. In the meantime, he was painfully hard in his trousers, so was his crush, and they were both alone in the woods.

The second the others were out of earshot, they locked eyes, gazing intensely, “I don’t want you to agree to something purely of circumstance, or to think I’m doing the same,” Dorian clarified.

Dariax nodded, eyes blank, “I don’t know what that means, I just don’t want you to fuck me just cause we’re both really horny.”

Dorian paused, “yes, that’s… what I mean, and honestly I’d rather it be the other way around.”

“Wait, you mean, you’d want me to fuck you?” Dariax looked a little confused.

Dorian blushed, “only if you’re fully on board!” he insisted, staring at the ground.

“I mean yeah! I just figured since you were taller you’d wanna be the one to top, but hey! I’d love to fuck you!”

Dorian turned an even deeper shade of blue, “Great. Wonderful then.”

“So… do you wanna have sex?”

Dorian, still staring at the ground, nodded, “Yes, Dariax, I would very much like to have sex.”

Dariax pushed himself off from the tree he leaned against and began to close the distance between him and Dorian, “Cool! Anything off limits? Or-?”

“Um,” Dorian’s hands fisted in the fabric of his pants, he was painfully hard and really just wanted to get going, “just don’t degrade me or anything, what about you?”

Dariax took Dorian’s hand, prompting him to stand up as Dariax hopped onto the stump Dorian had been sitting on, making them eye-level. “same for me really, I just want us to both have fun. If anything hurts, just tell me and I’ll stop, yeah?”

Dorian nodded as he moved to press his body close to Dariax, “mhm, yes, good.” His brain was already fuzzy with contact, head swirling as the heat of Dariax’s body enveloped him as their arms wrapped around each other and they desperately held each other close.

Dorian buried his face in Dariax’s neck as they moaned out. Their cocks weren’t quite aligned, Dorian’s was closer to Dariax’s knee and Dariax’s was kind of against Dorian’s abdomen, but it was friction nonetheless, and the pair moaned as they moved to lock lips.

Dorian lost himself in Dariax, forgetting momentarily where they were and what they were doing, all he knew was Dariax and pleasure as he rutted against his thigh and felt his knees get weak at the large bulge against his hip. When Dariax ran his tongue against his lips and pushed in, Dorian let a desperate moan slip out, gripping Dariax’s shirt and kissing back feverishly.

Everything felt so hot and yet they weren’t close enough, Dorian worked at the ties on Dariax’s shirt, pulling them undone and breaking the kiss only momentarily to rip his shirt off over his head. Dariax got the hint and started working on Dorian’s shirt, leaving licks and kisses to each new piece of his smooth blue skin he exposed.

Dorian found it sweet, but he was getting impatient, he moved to untie Dorian’s pants and shove them down his waist as Dariax left a trail of kisses along his shoulders. Dorian moved to pull Dariax’s underwear down too, but of course he wasn’t wearing any, so Dorian was now gripping Dariax’s ass. He let out a groan at that, biting down on Dorian’s shoulder in response.

Dorian moved his hands to explore the hairy dwarven expanse in front of him, roaming and mapping out every spot that made Dariax moan and suck harder on Dorian’s skin. He was gripping his ass again when his delicate fingers brushed against Dariax’s balls, causing him to buck forward into Dorian and let out a high-pitched whine.

Dorian felt his erection strain against his pants, desperate for Dariax as he whimpered the man’s name, he broke away from the kiss and furiously worked to remove his pants, tossing them aside and lying down on the grass. Dariax moved to lie on top of him, hands roaming the soft, tender blue sea of skin before him.

“You’re so pretty, your skin is like the sky,” he gazed at Dorian’s body with awe, Dorian squirmed under the attention, “Can I give you love bites?”

Dorian blushed but nodded, watching as Dariax moved to kiss the tops of his shoulders, using his tongue to trace his collarbone down to his chest, leaving little bites and nips here and there before he reached his nipples, swirling his tongue around one before taking it into his mouth and sucking in earnest.

Dorian let out an undignified noise of pleasure as he felt Dariax’s hand come up to pinch at his other nipple. Dorian let out a string of whines and moans as Dariax alternated between sucking and pinching each of his nipples. Dorian gripped Dariax’s shoulders tightly before moving him off, panting. Dariax stopped immediately to check in, “everything alright?”

Dorian nodded, catching his breath, “Yes, I just- if you keep doing that I’m not going last much longer-“ he grunted out, trying to hold himself back.

Dariax nodded, he took his sweet time trailing kisses and love bites down his chest to his hip bone and making a tapestry of bite marks around his abdomen. Dorian whined, he was getting impatient. He ran his hand through Dariax’s hair to guide him towards his cock, but his fingers got caught on some matted areas and he tugged more forcefully than he intended. He was about to apologize when he heard Dariax whimper and let out a shuddering breath against him.

“Can, can I suck you off?” Dariax asked, staring up at Dorian from between his legs.

Dorian huffed out a laugh, the sight alone making him harder, “as long as you allow me to return the favor.”

Dariax grinned and moved to press a kiss to the base of Dariax’s cock, swirling his tongue around his balls and suckling gently. Dorian moaned out and bit his lip to restrain himself, keeping a hand in Dariax’s hair to tug and pull as he pleased, wishing Dariax would just get on with it already! And he did, Dariax licked a slow stripe up the backside of Dorian’s cock before sucking on the head and taking him further into his mouth, gazing up at Dorian through hooded eyes filled with lust as he swallowed him down.

Dorian panted heavily, fighting to keep his hips down against Dariax’s apparent lack of a gag reflex. He didn’t know a blowjob could feel this good, especially with a beard involved, but it seemed to only add to the sensations. His hand tightened in Dariax’s hair and he felt the other moan around him, unable to control his hips from thrusting into the air, he pulled Dariax off as he caught his breath.

Dariax stopped again, looking at Dorian expectantly, needing to make sure everything was alright before he continued.

“ah- sorry, I can’t. can’t seem to control my hips,” Dorian bit his lip anxiously, “Would it be alright if I-?” he trailed off, unable to make his request out loud.

Dariax understood though, “You can use my throat all you want, buddy, just do what makes you feel good. I’ll let you know if its too much, don’t worry” he gave a reassuring smile with a hint of wickedness behind it.

Dorian flushed and nodded before Dariax went down on him again, he felt the head of his cock hit the back of Dariax’s throat before he swallowed around it, and Dorian let out a shuddering breath.

Dorian cried out Dariax’s name and thrust his hips up into the tight, wet heat of his mouth, hesitating at first but feeling encouraged when Dariax made no protest, only moaned louder and sucked harder. Dorian gripped Dariax’s hair and bucked up into his face, loosing himself in bliss as his hips snapped up against Dariax’s head.

A few minutes in, Dariax took a moment to swallow the precum and spittle that had gathered in his mouth, and that’s what tipped Dorian over the edge, breaking him in the best way and causing his body to shudder with the force of his orgasm. He held Dariax’s head against him the whole time and he swallowed as much as he could, though come inevitably dribbled into his beard as he looked up to admire the dark-blue flushed Dorian who fought to catch his breath.

When Dorian finally came back from his high, he looked down to discover he was hard again. Whatever effect this plant had on them, it certainly wasn’t going away soon. He then noticed the warmth around him and looked to see Dariax snuggled close against his side, holding him.

“Dariax, are you, still…?”

Dariax nodded, “Yeah, but I can take care of myself, don’t worry,”

Dorian scoffed playfully, “I thought you said you’d let me return the favor,” he slid down until his hands were on Dariax’s thighs, holding him to the ground, looking up at him for any signs of discomfort. He found none, Dariax was just staring at him, wide-eyed as he nodded his head, “O-okay, yeah, sure!”

Dorian smirked and used his hands to hold Dariax’s hips to the ground as he lowered his head. Though he was a dwarf, Dariax was decently endowed, and what he lacked in length he made up for in girth, so when Dorian deepthroated him, he didn't have to worry about gagging on his length, just about fitting all of him in his mouth.

Dariax seemed to be enjoying it though, and Dorian was as well, he pressed his face close to Dariax so his nose brushed his public bone and he rested there, breathing shallowly through his nose as Dariax squirmed and groaned beneath him. Dorian swallowed around Dariax’s cock and hollowed his cheeks as he ran his tongue around him, swirling around the base before trailing up to the head, keeping his mouth as far down on Dariax as he could.

After only a few minutes of this, Dorian moved his nails to gently run against Dariax’s taught balls, and Dariax came with a pitiful moan of Dorian’s name. He shuddered all the while Dorian sucked, swallowed, and worked him through his orgasm. When he’d finished and pulled off, Dariax tugged Dorian’s arms up towards him to hold him close. Dariax was a cuddler apparently, but Dorian didn’t mind, what he did mind was that his ass was feeling entirely too empty, and his cock was still painfully hard.

After a few minutes of holding each other and exchanging gentle kisses, Dariax was hard again, and the kisses became hickies and the snuggles became grinding. Dariax was sucking another mark on Dorian’s shoulder as they rubbed their cocks together when Dorian decided he couldn’t wait any longer, “Dariax, please, I need you inside me. Do you have anything, oil, water- anything at all to help with that?”

Dariax kissed the mark he left before nodding, “yeah, I should have something in my pants, just a sec,” he crawled over to his discarded pants and procured a small vial from one of the pockets, he returned to Dorian and squatted between his legs, spreading the substance on some of his fingers before moving to kiss Dorian sweetly, “If at any point it hurts, or it’s too much, you just let me know, yeah?” he spoke softly.

Dorian nodded, heart warmed by how tender Dariax was being, “Yes, just, please. Need you,” he moaned, his hips shifting a bit.

Dariax teased the rim of Dorian’s entrance making him shudder, “I got you buddy,” he moved to close the distance between them and distracted Dorian with a long, slow kiss, waiting to feel his muscles relax before making his first intrusion.

Dorian naturally tensed at the prodding until Dariax swiped his tongue over his lip in a way that turned his brain into putty. He let out a soft moan and relaxed into it, barely noticing when he pushed his finger in completely.

Dariax was sucking on Dorian’s lip when he began gently scissoring him open with three fingers, massaging his inner walls but purposefully avoiding his prostate. Dorian whined and tried to roll his hips back on Dariax’s fingers, but Dariax pulled out his fingers altogether and broke their kiss.

Dorian whined, “Dariax, please!”

“It’s alright, I just- mmm, needed to get myself ready,” Dorian looked up to see Dariax coating his member in the contents of the vial from before. He breathed deeply to steady himself as Dariax moved his legs to hang over his shoulders. “Are you sure you can handle this? I’m a bit big.”

Dorian huffed out a laugh, “modest much?”

“No really, I mean it, the last thing I wanna do is hurt you,” Dariax hovered over Dorian, lining up with his entrance but not breaching it yet.

Dorian looked at Dariax and saw only earnest concern in his eyes, making his heart warm, “Thank you, I’ll be ok, Dariax.”

Dariax smiled, “Alright, I’ve got you buddy,” at that, he slowly began pushing into Dorian. The intrusion felt good, like warm honey spilling into his insides, a sensation filled with pleasure and a little bit of pain, but the good kind. It was the kind of stretch that hurt but felt oh so good at the same time, and it was making Dorian’s head swim.

When Dariax finally bottomed out, Dorian felt like he was flying, he gripped Dariax’s wrist as he adjusted to his size.

Dariax needed a moment to adjust as well, “Fuck,, Doriannn. You’re really tight,, but like, in a super great way. You feel amazing,” he moaned out, biting his lip.

Dorian let out a breathy laugh, “Hah, you were not kidding about your size,” he whimpered, “fuck! you feel incredible!” he cried out, gripping Dariax’s hair to pull him into a searing kiss.

Dariax returned the kiss gladly, a tongue slipping inside Dorian’s mouth as they kissed, trying to battle for dominance as they adjusted. Dariax rolled his hips as he sucked Dorian’s tongue into his mouth, pulling a desperate whimper from him.

Dorian tore away from the kiss panting, “Fuck- Dariax, please move, now!” he begged.

Dariax nodded, holding Dorian’s hand and lacing their fingers together. He slowly slid out and Dorian made a weak moan at the loss, before he was slowly filled up again and felt like he was walking on clouds. This repeated a few times before Dorian decided this angle was no good, and used their held hands to pull Dariax back down for a kiss.

Dariax happily obliged, pressing kisses all over Dorian’s face, his cheeks, his nose, his chin, his jaw, his throat, leaving even more marks here and there. Dorian panted and squirmed under the affection, using the hand not laced with Dariax’s fingers to grip his hair, not guiding, just tugging, and making Dariax moan out.

Dariax continued at the languid pace, brushing against Dorian’s prostate occasionally, the only indicator being a sharp whimper that would burst from the string of moans Dorian sang. He could tell Dariax wanted to take this slow and carefully, and his heart ached for that, but also, the plant sex pollen was still in their system, and he really wanted to come.

Biting his lip and deciding to sacrifice his dignity, he whimpered, “Dariax.. please,, harder.” And he felt Dariax’s breath catch at that, he nodded with his nose pressed against Dorian’s neck as his hips picked up the pace a bit.

Dorian moaned out, shifting his hips up a bit until a sharp gasp made Dariax stop moving, “What’s wrong, are you ok?”

“Fuck yes! There. please, that spot- again, please. Yes, so good!” Dorian cried out helplessly.

Dariax nodded and moved his arm under Dorian’s waist to help keep the angle as he thrust his hips back up against that spot and made Dorian cry out again. Dorian locked his ankles together as he wrapped his legs around Dariax’s waist, desperate for that sensation again.

Dariax kept at that spot, making Dorian cry out and whisper swears and pleas for “more, harder, faster, please, Dariax!” and Dariax was happy to fulfill all his requests. He thrust into Dorian harder, keeping his face near Dorian’s while his hips did most of the work, planting his knees firmly in the ground as he fucked up into Dorian’s ass.

Dorian was nearly in tears from pleasure, his voice raw with the obscene amount of noise he was making. Dariax kept hitting that spot and making him feel so good. He moved his hand from gripping Dariax’s hair to rake his nails down his back, biting down on his neck to return the favor of the many love bites Dariax had given him. Dariax’s hips faltered at that, crying out and quickening his pace even further.

Dariax got a bit rougher at that, he gripped Dorian’s hips hard enough to bruise as he pounded into him, Dorian’s teeth sinking into his skin as his nails made erratic marks all throughout his back. But throughout this all, they were still holding hands, fingers laced together in a tender pairing, a sign of the true intimacy behind what otherwise looked like a desperate chase for pleasure.

Dorian came with a reverent cry of Dariax’s name, clenching around him and pushing Dariax over the edge as well. If Dorian thought he was full before, he felt like he was bursting now. They collapsed to the ground, both covered in come and sweat and feeling utterly exhausted as they came down from their highs.

The stars in Dorian’s eyes faded back to reality as he felt the warm, hairy embrace of Dariax next to him. Dorian moved his arms to hold Dariax close to his chest as they sat for a few moments, just breathing, and enjoying each other’s company.

“You’re like. Really… really hot,,” Dariax broke the silence.

Dorian chuckled, “I could easily say the same for you, Dariax, that was… incredible.”

“You’re tellin me, that was like. The best fuck of my life!” Dariax exclaimed.

Dorian blushed, “Really?” was all he could reply, he knew Dariax got around, so that was a high compliment.

“Yeah,” Dariax looked at him in earnest, “It’s always nice having someone you trust to do stuff with.”

Dorian gave a sincere smile, looking down at their still laced hands, “I’m glad, I feel very much the same,” Dorian moved to kiss Dorian sweetly on the lips, but when he shifted, their- once again, hard cocks brushed against each other, making both men moan out.

Dariax looked down, puzzled and a bit frustrated, “Really? Again? What does this forest want with us…”

Dorian sighed, “well, at the very least it means we can try out more,, things, alternative positions, other methods of arousal?” he arched an eyebrow.

Dariax looked at him blankly, thinking for a second, “I don’t know what that means but I could always try riding you!”

Dorian blushed, sighing fondly to himself “Yes, I think that would be nice.”

Later they would ask what this meant, later they would talk about relationships and first times and much more, but right now, the sex pollen was still working it magic, and the forest wanted them to fulfill their desires.

#critical role #critical hole #doriax #dorian storm #dariax zaveon #exandria unlimited #wigodasts web of words

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