#Wolf Geralt

[0dde11eth]

#my nonsense #geralt #geraskier #cutagens #wolf geralt

[heschrafn]

Buttercups for Jaskier 🌼

#witcher #jaskier #wolf geralt #geralt #white wolf #wolf!geralt #netflix witcher #ntw #witcher fan art #buttercups #talking with flowers #toss a stick to your witcher #my art #just looking for excuses to draw a fluffy wolf #and then mentally rub my face all over its softness ; A ; <3

[thedemonofcat]

If being turned into a literal white wolf wasn’t bad enough, Geralt is annoyed to learn he's being sold to be some nobleman’s pet. Although Geralt can’t help but feel that Viscount of Lettenhove sounds familiar

See, after their parting on the mountain and with the war on the rise, Jaskier had returned to Lettenhove. Where seeing he was upset about not being with The white wolf, he was gifted a domestic wolf.

Now Geralt has a wolf and needs to try and figure out how to communicate with Jaskier to tell him who he is. Things get complicated when, as wolf Geralt manages to overhear and sinister plot and learns things in Lettenhove aren't as they seem

#the witcher netflix #geralt of rivia #joey batey #the witcher #jaskier the witcher #henry cavill #the witcher jaskier #geralt x jaskier #geraskier #fic ideas #wolf Geralt #jaskier #gerskier #cirilla fiona elen riannon #freya allan #headcanon #yennefer of vengerberg #anya cholatra #the witcher season 3 #anya chalotra #the witcher season three #witcher yennefer

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 7

Villain of the week captures Jaskier and Geralt and either uses a potion or spell or curse of some sort to revert Geralt down to nothing but baser wolfy instincts, perhaps while saying a snarky quip to Jaskier about "finally seeing what a monster the witcher is", only to get blindsided by InstinctsOnly!Geralt just going CUDDLECRAZY over his bard. Kisses, licks, hugs, snuggles, nuzzling, the whole shabang. ♡!Optional addons!♡ • Obligatory "perhaps things get spicier than just cuddles"

• The captor tries to separate them and/or harms Jaskier and Geralt casually proves he doesn't need his swords to kill

• This all happens pre-slash, and Jaskier is stunned at Geralt's behavior, but suspects it's just the instincts and Geralt doesn't truly like him nearly this much (Geralt has to tell him how wrong he is after they're safe, of course) ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

PISSING AND SHITTING ON THE FLOOR @araglas1989 found a pre-existing fic that ticks almost all the boxes! I'd still love to see someone write this prompt, but if you're a fellow reader like I, feel free to give this one a try! by leodesic on AO3

#fanfiction prompts #geralt x dandelion #geralt x jaskier #geraskier #witcher fanfiction #the witcher #geralt loves his bard! #mutual pining #requited unrequited love #villain of the week #monster of the week #love confessions #Wolf Geralt #Witcher Cuteagens (Cute mutagens) #protective geralt #Optional Smut #spells #story prompt #writing prompt #writing prompts #story prompts #plot bunny #plotbunny #fuffy #fluff #i really like this one #hope i can read it fully written out one day #ill cry

[whittlewitchypoo]

Someone or something hits Geralt with a spell that causes his inner wolf to become a real, full bodied, wolf. The animal come sup to his shoulders and is covered in white fur, big yellow eyes and sharp teeth and claws. Luckily for Geralt, the wolf answer to him easily and obeys just as it did when it was an inner part of himself. The problem shows itself it two ways, one that Geralt is now left without that vital instinct he tells so heavily on and the second problem… well, the wolf is a good hunter, but as soon as it sees Jaskier it might as well be a puppy. It licks over his face, whines and nips at him, jumps on him at any given moment and worst of all, it listens to Jaskier better than it ever has to Geralt. In a fight, it will obey him, but when they are camping and he ask the wolf to help him hunt? Not a chance, not when Jaskier is braiding part of its fur and beating its tail so hard there’s a dent in the dirt. Jask just laughs and gives the wolf a kiss on the forehead before telling it to be a good boy and fetch some supper. Geralt has to actively stop himself from moving before he realises he’s talking to the dog and not him.

#geralt centric #geralt x jaskier #the witcher #wolf geralt

[wherethewordsare]

Snowdrops Among the Buttercups Chapter 1

Hey guys, just a little heads up, please mind the tags on this one. This is a MCD fic, where it ends in self-sacrifice. This is not a happy ending fic. There will be at least two parts, the first part will not have the MCD part in it. Based off of the original Little Mermaid written by Hans Christian Andersen. Even if you don't read my fic, I highly recommend the original story.

And for those who would rather: You can read it on AO3 here!

Long long ago, high in the blue mountains, a pack of wolves had been tasked by forgotten gods to watch over their sacred wood. For generations, the pack did not hunger or thirst nor tire, propelled only by their duty, their destiny. 

And then man came, climbing into the mountains with their iron weapons and their fire and snares. The wolves fought back and drove the men back to the vallies below. Fearful they would return, the pack leader, a wolf known as Vesemir went to the witch in the woods and struck a deal. If she would cast a spell over the wood, protecting it from the evil hearts of men, the wolves would do her hunting for her. 

The deal was struck but to Vesemir, she gave a warning. One day, yellow flowers would bloom under the Elder Tree and when it did, one of his sons would be lost to the snow drift.

He thought nothing of this since flowers couldn't bloom when it snowed, not this high in the mountains. His sons would be safe. Their home too.

 Or so the old wolf had thought. 

Many years later on a clear spring morning, while patrolling the boarders of their forest, a white wolf, almost the size of a horse, came across something he had never seen before. A young human, barely a man but certainly no longer a boy leaned against the trunk of the Elder Tree, singing softly, his eyes looking up into the branches that swayed. 

The wolf thought that maybe the Elder Tree enjoyed the song and danced along, slender branches dipping in the non existent breeze. But men, humans were supposed to be dangerous, carrying steel and fire. Even, Vesimer had warned once, magic, stolen by the new gods from the old and passes along. But this one only carried a satchal, quill and papers strewn in the grass, and a lute across his lap.

The wolf only sat and watched, nearly forgetting what he was supposed to be doing. Years of instinct slowed down as he breathed in the scent of buttercups but under it something dank and ancient crawled in. 

The wolf leapt into the clearing then, startling the man who dropped his instrument and pressed himself against the tree. 

"Whoa! Whoa!" His eyes were bright blue and filled not with fear but wonder. "Aren't you beautiful," he cooed through a tremble in his voice. 

The wolf paid him no mind though as it crouched, growling and fangs bared. 

"Alright, you don't like com-" the young man yelped as the wolf lunged. But white fur only flashed past him and into the thick green. Something screamed as the wolf fought it and finally there was a sickening snap of something breaking, something vital. 

He moved back out of the woods, black ichor staining his muzzle and chest and the man only stood there, still staring. 

"I think you just saved my life! Thank you!" And he smiled. The wolf only tilted his head. "Here! May I?" The man pulled out a fine cloth and gestured to the wolf.

It was too easy to bow his head down and let the human clean away the foul gore. He still allowed the wolf his space, not crowding in while getting the worst of the mess. Part of him howled to tear into the man for trespassing into their wood, but this man seemed mostly harmless, if not a bit of a fool. 

Up close, the wolf could see the dark circles under the young man's bright eyes and smell the road on him. He huffed as the cloth carefully brushed against his chest. 

"I got a bit turned around, then I got a bit distracted, His other hand came up and in it, bright yellow buttercups in a tangle of stems.

The wolf only looked down and let his ears flick back. 

"Well I wasn't completely in danger was I? You came along and found me!" His smile brightened and something in the wolf thawed like the first warm day of spring. He pushed his muzzle into the young man's hand and let his tongue flick out at his wrist. 

"Right right. I'll be careful next time. But think you could do me one last favor to save my life," and fingers were behind his ear, scratching. "Help me out of here?"

The wolf only huffed and turned, letting his long tail swat the man's side. 

"Oh is that how it is? By the gods you're bossy," the man bent down and retrieved his bag and his lute and followed close behind the wolf. "Jaskier," he said suddenly. 

Geralt, the wolf thought but despite how the human, Jaskier, might understand him in the general sense, he thought that a name might have gotten lost in the translation.

"I'm guessing if I call you Snowball, you'll kill me after all," Jaskier hummed.

Geralt only turned his head and bared his teeth but instead of shrinking away, Jaskier only laughed and Geralt found he liked the sound.

The trek through the wood wasn't a long one, but the thick underbrush had made it hard on the human. Geralt had to fight the urge to scruff him like a pup and carry him. But as they made their way through Jaskier had explained that he was a student of the arts and he thought a walkabout to the old ruins of lost bard colleges, he might rediscover something.  

"Instead, I found something altogether new, a striking handsome muse," he flashed his teeth wide and Geralt only huffed, his eyes rolling as he turned back to the path.

At the edge of the wood, Geralt sat back, looking behind him at Jaskier. 

"I'd repay you for your kindness, but I have nothing to offer. I doubt wolves have much need for coin, and I would make a fool of myself trying to offer any kind of game," he chuckled. There was an easy manner to the way he reached out and patted the wolf. 

Geralt turned his large head and let it bump gently into the lute before he laid down in the grass. Even then, his head still came up to Jaskier's shoulder and so he turned, their eyes locking. Jaskier had understood with a smile and a nod. 

He too sat in the grass and plucked along his lute strings. Music was not something that relly ever came to the Blue Mountains. But the way that Jaskier’s hands fluttered over the taught strings fingers sometimes tapping a gentle rhythm underneath, it reminded Geralt of the song birds that sometimes migrated through. It was an old song, one Geralt nearly recognized but not quite. When Jaskier was finished, Geralt tipped his head down in silent thanks. 

"If you're ever in Oxenfurt, well," Jaskier laughed again. "I think I would know pretty quickly. Not too many giant white wolves at the college, let alone across the continent. He hesitated for a moment then leaned in. Geralt froze but did not pull away as the bard pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. They stood there for a moment before Jaskier pulled away, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck. 

"Well, I guess that means you're not some cursed prince in need of rescue," he chuckled. Geralt furrowed his brow and snorted.

"Hey now, can't blame a man for trying. Thank you again, Snowball. I hope destiny finds us together again someday." And with that, he was gone.

Months went by and Geralt found that he could not forget the man that had stumbled into their forest looking for ancient secrets only to be distracted by bright flowers. It did not sound like the blood-thirsty men that Vesimer and the other elders had talked about. 

That season, buttercups seemed to have bloomed and spread further among the roots of the Elder Tree than Geralt could remember, all the while Vesimer seemed to keep his heckles up, snapping and more broodish. 

None of it made sense and all Geralt wanted in that moment was to go out into the world and find Jaskier. He wasn't even sure what Oxenfurt was or where to find it, but he knew if he could leave the mountains, he would at least have a chance. 

Midsommer was approaching swiftly and could fight it no more. Geralt made his way through the wood to where the roots had withered in the hard stone of the mountain and the trees seemed to play as morbid sentinels for the witch. However before he could step onto the path to her door, Vesemir stepped onto the path in front of him. He snarled, his ears back but Geralt did not budge, he barely blinked. He had to know and if he fought the Vesemir, that would never happen. He just wanted to be allowed to go in peace. The old wolf shook his massive head and huffed. The consequences of chasing after that human would fall onto Geralt's head alone.

 The witch of the woods was waiting for him on the small porch of her hut. The others of his pack had told him stories of the witch and what stood before him was not what he had imagined. She was not old nor hunched nor knarled. Some might have considered her quite beautiful, with dark curls falling over strong slender shoulders and a warm round face. She smiled at him, almost sadly. 

"I knew you would come one day, and I know Vesemir had hoped for more time. But destiny has always moved at her own pace." She stepped down onto the path and held out a bottle and a scroll in one hand, her other still hidden in her robes. "Geralt, I know what deal you have come to make this day. And this is what I can offer. Find your bard and win his heart. But you will have to do it as you had in this form. You won't have a voice. You have until the Winter Solstice to do so and if you fail, you will surrender your body, human and wolf alike, and become a snowdrift." 

In the woods behind him, a howl tore through the air. It was answered by others, a mournful call, grief already settling onto the shoulders of his pack. Geralt turned back to the witch and paused only for a moment, looking down at her offerings. 

"One is a potion you will take once you reach Oxenfurt. It will be easier on you to travel as a wolf than as a man. The second is simply your name. As sweet as the idea of him calling you Snowball is, I thought I would help you spare some dignity." 

Geralt knew her to be a powerful witch, one who had helped the pack in the past and who only ever asked for assistance in return if she really needed it. What he had not expected was for her to be cheeky. He made a small sound in the front of his mouth. and their deal was struck.

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #Jaskier #mcd #hurt no comfort #angst #no happy ending #fairy tale au #fairytale elements #based off of the little mermaid #Wolf Geralt #non verbal geralt #pining #geralt loves jaskier #but jaskier has no clue #death by a thousand cuts kind of hurting #self-sacrificing character #self-sacrificing geralt #jay writes

[flowercrown-bard]

You guys!! The amazing @tears-of-a-fool is making a podfic for my wolf Geralt fic!! The first chapter is up and I love it to bits <33

#This is so so sweet #<3 #And for my first fic 🥺 #the witcher #Witcher #geralt/jaskier #Geraskier #Wolf Geralt #Jaskier #Geralt #Podfic

[helpfulhellhounds]

pride & prejudice geraskier au. based on this screencap.

[image description: a digital painting of geralt and jaskier standing face-to-face in a warmly lit antique room, gazing into each other's eyes. both wear regency-era attire; jaskier wears an off-white caped coat over a ruffled shirt, and geralt wears a simple black suit coat with a white cravat, maroon sash, and silver wolf medallion. end id]

#7th draft babyyy #geraskier_finalfinalFINALv4.jpg #me: this is fine #me 10 mins later: this is hideous #torn on which one is elizabeth and which one is darcy tbh #geraskier #witcher #mine. #my art #witcher fanart #the witcher #witcher netflix #geralt #jaskier #dandelion #julian alfred pankratz #geralt of rivia #1k #white wolf #art #artists on tumblr #regency au #jane austen #pride and prejudice au #accessible #exaggerated height difference for composition purposes #does this look like joey's face? I can't tell anymore #the more I draw it the more mysterious it becomes

[princessaxoxo]

Mine

Dark!Geralt x reader

Summary: Geralt shows you that you're only his.

Warnings: 18+ Only, NSFW, angst, rough unprotected sex (p in v), slight choking, Dub!con, virginity loss, vulgar language

Word Count: 791

With horror, you witnessed Geralt’s golden irises bore into the man’s eyes that he had just killed in a swift motion. The man’s head rolled, stopping right at your feet. Any other individual would be fleeing or screaming. However, you? Not at all. You were utterly still and unmoving in your place.

You began to notice that your hands were shaking.

Soon after, a powerful hand caught your jaw and raised your head. With great intensity, Geralt's eyes met yours, and through clenched teeth, he spoke one word. "Mine."

His breaths were coming out harshly, his chest rising and falling with steam from his enraged state. Geralt’s hand moved from your jaw to your arm and harshly dragged you to the small cabin you both were taking shelter in. You winced under his rough touch. “Geralt! You’re hurting me. Stop!” you shouted, and he ignored your pleas to let go.

The small droplets of blood fell from his sword and led a trail to the small cabin, and inside, he dropped it and shoved you in, slamming the door shut. You were oblivious to Geralt's possessiveness toward you until now.

Geralt stalked toward you, and you began to walk backward, stopping when you hit the wall. He trapped you as he put both of his hands near your head. "I am the only man who will ever be allowed to touch you. Any other man who attempts will be killed by me; the man you just saw was an example."

“Do you understand?” Geralt was waiting for a response from you—any response. However, you gave none. You just stood there, staring right back at him. His jaw ticked, and he asked again. “Do you understand?” You began to stammer out your words. “I.. understand.” 

You’d never been scared of Geralt until now. “I don’t believe you fully do." His eyes looked over your face, and a wicked smile formed. "But you're about to..."

Your heart began to beat out of your chest. Geralt pulled on your hair, causing your head to bend backward, and his other hand gripped your jaw as he grazed his teeth along your neck and up to your mouth, where he smashed his lips against yours.

With his hands still on your hair, Geralt steered you backward until you struck the table on the other side of the room. Every object on the table was shoved off its surface by his hands.

He began to rid himself of his attire. You tried to move, but he stopped you with his large hand, encircling your throat. “Don’t.” He said it with a threatening tone.

His eyes ranked over your body for a moment before he tore off your clothing.

Geralt aggressively started to assault your lips once more, his tongue dominating yours. His hands began to harshly massage your breasts, and he pushed you down on the table.

As soon as you felt the cold surface underneath you, he intruded your cunt with his cock. "Geralt, wait!” you yelled. With no concern for your being, Geralt stretched your walls, causing you to experience an unparalleled level of pain.

Tears welled in your eyes and your nails scraped against the wooden surface. You could feel his sac hitting your ass each time he pushed back into you.

“I'm the only person who is allowed to see your body, to touch you, and to fuck you until you can't remember who or where you are."

His tone turned harsh. "Fucking"—thrust—"take"—thrust—"it". Geralt said this through clenched teeth.

The pain that had consumed you was subsiding, and an overwhelming amount of pleasure replaced it. You couldn’t help the whimpers that fell from your lips.

Geralt moved his hands from your hips to your throat, squeezing lightly. His growls became louder: “The feel of your cunt is astonishing; all mine, all the time, whenever I want."

Mindlessly, you spoke to him. “Yes, all yours whenever you please.” Another moan fell from your lips.

Geralt closed his eyes, trying to control himself before losing control, but you drove him insane with everything about you. His body shook as he felt your walls tighten around his cock. “Fuck..” 

You reached out and wrapped your slender fingers around his wrist as you reached for release. “Yes, come all over my cock. Show me how good I make you feel."

His thumb rubbed across your jaw as he loosed his grip around your neck and bent down to kiss you, this time more softly. Your vibrant red crimson covered his cock from losing the girl you were to becoming a woman.

He carried you to his bed. “For now, rest. I'm going to show you more how you belong to me.”

Taglist: @shellyshellshell @identity2212 @chloe92 @juliaorpll78 @nighttimestan

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[minkei]

the one and only white wolf for day 4 🐺✨

#artists on tumblr #fanart #clip studio paint #digital art #digital drawing #digital fanart #huevember #huevember 2023 #the witcher #the witcher 3 fanart #the witcher 3 #the witcher fanart #gwynbleidd #geralt of rivia #witcher geralt #the white wolf #white wolf #witcher #witcher fanart #witcher 3 #geralt for some reason is just insanely hard to draw and not once do i feel like i did him justice #anyways #HOWEVER roach turned out neat #best girl roach #love for roach #wiedźmin #wiedzmin

[0dde11eth]

OK but geralt being turned into a dog by an angry mage.

But no not a wolf. No, that's too good for him

Instead he becomes a yappy chihuahua

Jaskier carries him in a purse. He's delighted by this development and constantly coos over how cute geralt is.

#my nonsense #jaskier #geralt #geraskier #wolf geralt

[feelsforsterek]

What, like you’re heavy?

#tyler hoechlin #henry cavill #superman #clark kent #kal el #man of steel #justice league #superman and lois #superman & lois #fortress of solitude #dc #teen wolf #enola holmes #derek hale #sherlock holmes #the witcher #geralt of rivia #cavilledits #hcavilledit #hoechlinedit #au #ai #snow #winter #december #christmas

[kruk-art]

Day 3 - Path

A bit late, but I made it at least.

#inktober 2023 #day 3 #path #the witcher #geralt #jaskier #white wolf

[ramen-flavored]

Him

#geralt of rivia #Geralt #the Witcher #Witcher #twn #the witcher netflix #Netflix #geralt x reader #geralt of rivia x reader #geraskier #yenralt #geralt x yennefer #geralt x jaskier #white wolf #henry cavill #loml <3 #ramen-flavored

[larkoneironaut]

The Kaer Morhen theme plays in the distance

Nah, I’m kidding, it’s actually Drink Up, There’s More, because that’s the only tune my last brain cell plays on it’s tin whistle

#The witcher #The witcher 3 #The witcher wild hunt #CD project red #Cdpr #Andrzej Sapkowski #Geralt of Rivia #Geralt z Rivii #gwynbleidd #White wolf #I'm asking for his hand in marriage #He'd be the perfect husband #Infertile protective empathetic badass skilled attractive af great lover #If yen and Ciri never happened... #He'd be mine and that's a fact #He's such a malewife #He's everything #My art

[whittlewitchypoo]

Geralt and his brothers have always held the ability to shift into a wolf. The form they take is usually as tall as they are and shares their hair colouring, but the strength and agility they hold is doubled. They don’t always use these forms as they are more trusted as people than dogs and, while teeth and claws are useful, most creatures are easier to kill with a blade. When they take their potion their wolf form is affected as well, eyes changing and fur growing tinted around their face and maw. All Wolven Witchers can shift…

Except Geralt.

As he trained and fought, as he beat the trails and started the path, he never managed to do it. He was mocked by his brothers but earns a name for himself they couldn’t doubt, which lessened the teasing words. (He pretends that it’s, not that they all kept dying.) He has moments in fights where he feels something under his skin and tries to lean into it, only for nothing to happen other than a low rumble in his chest. It scares him when he meets Jaskier, his joyous nature steals his impatience away and replaces it with longing. He shouldn’t be surprised, not with how much the man has already effected who he is and everything he values, but when Jaskier is pinned down by something as simple as a Drowned… Geralt had seen shifts before but never realised how painful and satisfying they were, like finally getting that itch that’s below your skin and feeling each joint pop back into place despite taking moving into whole new ones. He’s bigger than most considering he’s somewhat short for his kind, with snow white fur and giant paws that dig into dirt then the flesh of that filthy Drowned.

That night Jaskier holds his giant head in his lap and strokes his fur, promising him he’s safe and whispering words of praise for finding the wolf within himself.

#geralt x jaskier #the witcher #geralt of rivera #julian alfred pankratz #wolf geralt