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schleiereule-94 · 4 months

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A Bard and a Witcher – Part 2

Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier x aFab!Reader

Summary: The morning after an eventful evening spent with Geralt and Jaskier you start exactly where you stopped the night before.

Warning(s): SMUT MINORS DNI, porn w/o much plot, fingering, penetrative sex (lots of it), unprotected p in v, threesome, dirty talk (both degrading and some praise, cursing), rough sex, size kink, belly bulge, oral (m receiving), she is not talking much but enjoys being used. A very slight hint of feelings.

Author’s Note: Not beta read and not an english native, so be kind if you find mistakes. Hope you enjoy!

Part 1 here

You fell asleep quickly after the two men had tucked you under the covers. Your body feeling limp and warm, you happily drifted off into dreamland. You only wake up hours later, when a sunray hits your forehead. You squint your eyes open, still feeling dozy and at first you don’t know exactly where you are. A bulky figure lays in front of you, blocking out most of the sun. Yellow eyes watch you intently. And they immediately bring back the memories from last night. You also register a body pressed into you from behind and an arm around your waist. Jaskier’s breath is deep and regular at your neck, he is still asleep.

When the witcher realises you are awake a small smile lightens up his features. He extends his arm to put a string of hair that has fallen into your face behind your ear and rest his hand gently on your cheek. It is warm and big, extending from your jaw up to your temple. “Morning darling. How are you feeling?” he asks quietly. He is very close and even though his eyes and gestures are very soft and relaxed you are still intimidated. “I’m…, I’m great actually”. You sound sleepy and your voice is hoarse. From taking too much cock down your throat probably, your brain provides a reason. The thought makes you grin and a slight shiver of excitation runs down your body. The witcher is still looking at you. “You are very pretty” he states softly and his hand travels from your face down to your shoulders. He slowly slides down your arm, taking the blanket off your upper body and leaving behind a trace of goosebumps. You hum under his gaze and get more awake by the second. As he uncovers your bare breasts you try to cover yourself up by reflex, but he catches your hands and decisively puts them back down. “Relax”. You feel your cheeks redden a bit, but you loosen up. The witcher leans in closer, your faces just centimetres apart. You feel his breath on your skin and shudder slightly. You feel like you are laying next to a big wild wolf. He’s tranquil for now, but you know he could devour you any second. “What is your name”, he asks while interlacing his fingers in some strands of your hair. “Y/n”, you say, mouth dry and hypnotised by the yellow eyes examining your face. You feel like he sees directly into your soul.

Geralt leans forward over your head and inhales deeply in your hair. “Mhh you smell as delicious as you taste sweet girl”. His eyes have a faint animalistic glint to them when he turns them back to you. You don’t know what to say. He looks so perfect, the sun lighting up his white hair. Mesmerized, and before you think more about it, you grab a strand and let it slide through your fingers. It feels like silk. Geralt looks amused. “I’ve never met a man like you”, you tell him without looking into his eyes. His broad chest is lightly covered in hair, adorned with his witcher medallion. You feel the urge to touch him, feel his heart beating to make sure he is real. He looks more like an angel in the morning sun, even though you are very aware that he is everything but. “They say that witchers can’t feel anything. That you don’t have emotions.” You shyly look back up into his face, looking for an answer. “Do you believe them?” he asks. You hesitate. “I don’t know.” You lean forward and rest your hand on Geralt’s hot chest feeling it rise and fall. He lets you caress him, watching your hand wander up to his collarbone and down his muscular arms. You trace a vein on his bicep. “I want to find out” you whisper.

Geralt puts his hand under your chin, lifting you head up. For a moment you are trapped in his gaze, but you free yourself by closing the short distance and kissing his perfect lips. He tastes of wood and danger, deep and bittersweet. His teeth brush your lower lip and his tongue licks into your mouth, slowly but determined. Suddenly you don’t feel relaxed and cosy anymore, but restless and turned on. His hand comes up behind your head to hold you onto the deepening kiss. He has you breathless in no time and you moan softly into Gerald’s mouth.

As you pull back to catch your breath, Jaskier, woken up from the stirring next to him, nuzzles his head into your neck. “Good morning sweetheart” he hums into your ear. “Can I get a good morning kiss too?” You smile and turn your head to kiss the bards much finer lips. He tastes like wine and smoke, light and fun. You can feel his naked body pressed into your curves and his morning hard-on on your lower back. You grind your hips back into him. “Morning bard. Had sweet dreams about me?” you tease him. Jaskier chuckles. “You really want to start over where we stopped yesterday, hm”. His hand wanders from your hip where he had placed it, upwards to grab one of your boobs. “Mh so warm and cosy” he mutters. He looks over to Geralt who is still laying on his side silently watching the two of you. “Mind if I interrupt your make-out session?” Geralt makes an assertive gesture with his head. “Go ahead.” His voice has dropped, and heat is radiating from his body, you feel like bathing in it. “You look at me”, he orders you and takes your chin between two of his fingers. Naturally, you nod your head at the commanding tone.

All your senses are absorbed by Gerald’s yellow eyes and Jaskier’s talented fingers massaging and lightly twisting your sensitive nipples. You feel them hardening under his touch and start to pant, your mouth agape. The tingly feeling of arousal travels down your body and directly into your core. You feel wetness starting to pool between your legs and you wiggle your hips again into Jaskier’s cock, hot and flush against your lower back. The bard starts to move downwards, head nested at your neck, kissing and licking stripes up to your ear that make you shiver. Geralt’s eyes are fixed on the goosebumps appearing all over your skin. Jaskier pushes against your butt, and you angle your pelvis back so the head of his hot cock enters between your legs. With a light thrust Jaskier slips between your thighs that are slick from sweat and your excitation. “Mh look at you, all wet for us again” he licks at a very sensitive spot behind your ear making you shudder and your breath hitch. You close your eyes, but Gerald makes you open them again quickly. “I said, look at me” he growls, while yanking the blanket off your body completely. The cold air hits your sensitive skin and you suddenly feel very exposed. Jaskier is lazily thrusting between your thighs, holding your breasts in both hands. You can hear him panting and purring sweet praises into your ear. “Such a beautiful girl, could play with you all morning, baby.” He pinches your nipples and the pain shoots directly between your legs. You need friction, but Jaskier’s thrusts are just missing the one spot where you need it most. You clench your thighs together, which makes the bard hiss, but it is not really helping you. You look up at Gerald. “Please” you beg him. “Please what sweetheart? Do you need help?” The witcher has not moved from his sideways position from where he is studying your every move, all expressions, all your sounds. “Yes, please sir, I need to be touched”. “Where do you need to be touched, little lady?” He puts his big hot hand square on your lower belly, slowly travelling over your navel down towards the spot between your legs where the head of Jaskier’s red and swollen cock appears rhythmically. “Yes, down, please” you breath weakly. The witcher extends his long middle finger, caressing over the little curly hairs covering your vulva. He is agonizingly slow, enjoying the pained and eager expressions crossing your face. Finally, he enters between your folds, rubbing lightly over your most sensitive spot. “Here? Do you need to be touched here?” “Yes, ah yes sir” you moan between your teeth. Geralt looks deeply into your eyes as he starts drawing little circles on your clit. Your breath hitches, your chest rising and falling fast. The combination of Jaskier’s hot dick pulsating between your legs, fingers playing with your nipples and Gerald’s warm hand on your lower belly, massaging just the right spot between your clenched thighs, all under his watchful gaze, turns you on immensely. You start bucking your hips into Gerald’s hand, needing more friction, more pressure.

“Let me have her”, Jaskier pants and grabs at your hipbone, dragging your ass backwards and changing the angle between your bodies. And with one quick thrust he is in you. The feeling of fullness is so sudden that you cry out loud. The bard pulls out almost completely just to slam back into you. Your moans mix with the slapping sound of naked bodies meeting with force. Geralt’s hand is still there on your clit, pressing down and drawing ever faster circles. The pressure on your bladder makes you feel like peeing. “I am, I am going to come” you announce just moments before your belly convulses and you clench your eyes close, seeing stars. You hear Jaskier gasp as he fucks you through your orgasm, hitting this sweet spot deep inside you with perfect accuracy. You moan and let the fire rip though you.

Two fingers on your jaw bring you back down to earth. Jaskier’s hand digs into your hips and your body is shaken every time he enters your soaked pussy. Gerald is staring at you, his own arousal now clearly visible in his face, lips tight and pupils blown. “Open your mouth” he commands and you follow obediently. With his middle finger he spreads your own juices on your lower lip before entering your mouth. “Now suck”. You do as your told, without taking your eyes away from his, seeing his gaze darken as you lick around his fingertip.

Your body is still rocked back and forth as Jaskier is chasing his own release. “Hold her still” he asks of his friend. Gerald withdraws his finger from your mouth with a plop to grip your hips in a stronghold as his friend starts pounding for good. You close your eyes and just give yourself to the feeling of being opened up again and again until you hear Jaskier start to breath irregularly and feel him twitch inside you. You try to grind your hips deeper into him, but Gerald’s grip on you makes any movement impossible. Every single one of his fingers will leave a bruise in your flesh. He is staring at your trembling breasts with heat in his eyes. Jaskier enters you one, two, three more times before he stalls, pelvis flush with your ass, and with a guttural grunt you feel his balls empty themselves. It feels so dirty and arousing at the same time, you moan loudly. After a few moments Jaskier collapses next to you, his now half-hard dick slipping out of you with an almost obscene squelching sound. You hiss from the loss as semen runs down your thigh.

You are aware how Geralt is looking at you, his gaze burning your skin. “You like this, hm, getting fucked by this bard? Getting pounded properly?” “Yes”, you mutter, “like to be fucked by good dick.” You grin at him. “I can take some more.” “Is that right? You haven’t had enough yet?” In an instant Geralt is on top of you, weighing you down heavily and taking the air out of your lungs. You try to touch his bare chest but he pins both your hands down at your sides before licking a strip from your throat up to your ear. You can feel his huge bulge and try to buck your hips up into him. Fuck, you want him so badly. Geralt moves his mouth down to your breasts and takes one of your pesky nipples between his teeth. You cry out, the sensation almost too much. The witcher brings up a knee between your legs. His thigh presses into your mound as he grinds into you. The juices coming out of you soak through his thin clothing. “Dirty little whore hasn’t even dried up and already wants to fuck again” Geralt mutters, sending shivers down your spine. He sits up onto his knees and looks over you. The wild wolf is ready to devour you now.

Geralt kneels between your legs, clearly enjoying the view of you squirming under him. With one of his long fingers he catches a stream of Jaskiers semen slowly dripping out of your cunt. He looks at it closely, then holds it in front of your face. “Taste”. You stick out your tongue to lick the glistening white from his finger. It tastes salty and tangy. “Good girl” the witcher growls and finally moves to undo his pants. As he shoves them down his thighs his erect member springs free, big and prodding. Precum has gathered on the tip and long veins run along it. You want to trace them with your tongue. Your mouth feels dry and your stomach flutters from anticipation. Geralt lowers himself down and very slowly drags his member through your wet folds. “Mh please, Geralt” you try to entice him. But he just lubes up his dick and sits up again. He starts pumping himself lazily with one hand while eyeing you from above. You are so turned on, your skin feels like it is set on fire and it takes all your resolve to not grab at the witcher to try to pull him down towards him.

Jaskier, who had been recovering on the other side of the bed has turned his attention to the action again. “Get behind her” the witcher says over your head in his direction. A naked Jaskier climbs behind you, his hair still moist from sweat, with a grin on his face. Your head comes to rest on his chest as he sits against the bedframe. The bard immediately takes both of your breasts into his hands. Grabbing from below he brings them up to squeeze them together. “Such fantastic tits, m’lady” he whispers into your ear and kisses your neck. You cannot respond as your mind is caught up in watching Gerlat slowly fucking into his big hand while his dick somehow grows even larger and redder. Your pussy clenches in anticipation. “Please” you try your best puppy eyes on him, “I need to feel you inside. Need to be stretched and used. I need you to use me”. Your begging seems strike a cord in the witcher. Gerald leaps down onto both of you, grips your ankles and puts them up onto his shoulders, your lower back now elevated and just Jaskier holding you in place. Geralt’s pulsating member prods at your entrance. “I will show you what a perfect toy you are, whore” the witcher growls and finally, finally enters you. He still doesn’t slam, but it’s forcible enough for you to feel an almost painful stretch. Your mind goes blank, and you only realize that you have been crying out as you gasp for air.

You are pressed into the bards torso as Geralt truly starts pounding into you. You hear him grunting and his face has lost any semblance of being human. He more than ever looks like a wild, furious animal. He grabs one of your wrists and pushes your palm onto your lower belly. “Do you feel me filling you up? Hmm, feel how I fill you all the way to your gut” “Yes sir, I can feel you” you answer weakly. Geralt grunts and presses your hand down hard onto where your belly bulges as he slides in and out of you. You wine from the extra stimulation, your head is spinning ever faster. You feel Jaskier’s hardening cock against your backside while the witcher is over you fucking the air out of your lungs. Jaskier snakes his hand down your body and finds your clit. Your whines become ever louder as the searing heat starts building in you. You come within seconds, crying out loudly. Your stomach visibly clenches, your whole body shakes as the fire spreads from your lower belly into every corner of your being. You feel your pussy flooding and it washing over Geralts cock and drip down over your ass. Sweat makes your body glide against the one below you as you are rocked up and down by Geralts thrusts. Jaskier is desperately rutting up into you while holding you tight against his frame. You see stars and your ears are ringing when you feel first Jaskier and then Geralt finding their releases. Hot cum shoots both into and onto you. Jaskier moans into your ear and you can feel Gerald’s cock twitching inside you as he empties himself into you. The aftershock spasms in your lower belly make you moan his name for what feels like an eternity.

Your back is wet and sticky, but you couldn’t care less. Jaskier holds you in a tight but soft embrace while your breath and heart rate are coming down to normal. Geralt has collapsed forward above you, but is holding himself up on his arms, head down and white hair spreading around your midsection. His cock is still inside you, softening slowly. Nobody moves, only heavy breathing can be heard for a while. You never want to move again.

Geralt lifts his head to look into your eyes asking a silent question. You smile weakly back at him. Yes, you are ok. In fact you are great. Just perfect. Afterglow spasms of the hardest orgasm of your life are still running through your body. You clench down onto Geralt and he glides out of you. You hiss at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Geralt cups your face and leans forward to kiss your forehead. “Well done little lady”. You heart and body are warm and a big wide, drunken smile is plastered over your face.

Jaskier stirs below you and you slide down his right side. “I guess these bedsheets are ruined anyway” the bard states as he starts to dry his chest and belly off all the fluids that made their way between your bodies using the blanket. It takes another 5min of you colleting yourself before you sit up onto the bedside. A half-clothed Geralt helps you up on shaky legs to walk you to the fire where the men had put a pot of water to heat. They help you clean yourself with a hot towel. You smile at them. It is nice being cared for so gently. Geralt caresses your hair and cheeks. His sweet gesture at odds with the intimidating armour and sword he is putting on. “Thank you” he says finally after he made sure you were string enough to stand on your own again. “We have to leave now, heading up north. But we might come back in a few weeks.” You grasp his strong arm. “I will make sure to get word of your arrival” you say leaning your head into Geralt’s big palm. Jaskier, hugs you from behind. “We wouldn’t want to miss you!” He places a big hearty kiss on your cheek. “I might compose a song about you!” With this he lifts up the packed bags and makes his way downstairs to saddle the horses.

Geralt still kneels before you. His thumb caresses over your lips as he gets up. He places a kiss on your hair. As he turns around to leave you hold his arm back. “You know, I think they are wrong.” Geralt turns his head with a questioning face. “I think witchers do have feelings. At least one does.” Geralt nods slowly, turns around and leaves with what you think might be a little smile.

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shy-urban-hobbit · 6 months

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"Whatcha doing, bard?"

Jaskier startled slightly when Aiden plopped down beside him next to the fire, eyes bright with the beginnings of drunkenness as he offered the wine he was holding. Jaskier took a swig straight from the bottle, choking a little in surprise. After the roughness of the various homebrews and the wines that had been aging in the cellar for possible decades it was sweeter than he expected. Definitely Southern.

"Just thinking. You?"

The Cat let out a dramatic sigh, leaning against Jaskier, "Lambert's ignoring me and it's making me sad."

"Oh, come on. I'm sure he's not."

"Oh?" Aiden cocked an eyebrow before taking a deep inhale, "Hey, Lambert!" He called over to where Lambert was deep in conversation with his brothers (and had been all night). "I'm not wearing any underthings and I fingered myself stupid while thinking of you earlier!"

"Yeah, that's fine Kitten." Lambert answered with a dismissive wave of his hand without even looking over as if Aiden had just told him that he was going to go grab more booze.

Aiden smirked at Jaskier as if to say 'see?', "And from the look on your face you know exactly what I'm talking about, no?"

Now it was Jaskier's turn to fill his lungs, "Oh Geralt!" He singsonged, "I just spilled sweet dessert wine all over my naked body. Want to help me get cleaned up? I'm so sticky and messy!"

Geralt gave one of his classic, non-committal grunts in response.

"Oh, sweet Gods." Jaskier took another angry mouthful before thrusting the bottle into Aiden's chest, ignoring the Witchers chuckle, "I understand he wants to spend time with his brothers but we haven't had any alone time for two weeks! He's either involved in some group activity or we're both too tired after training or chores."

"Hmm."'Aiden hummed in agreement, taking a deep swallow of the wine, "As much as I like Geralt and Eskel and how close they all are, there's certain activities I don't want them involved in." His expression turned devilish, "Want to do something about it?"

"...I'm listening."

Aiden crooked his finger in a beckoning gesture, prompting Jaskier to lean in closer so he could whisper in his ear as if the other Witchers in the room were actually paying attention to them.

"Fucking Hell!"

When he'd decided to call it a night and join Aiden in bed, the last thing Lambert had been expecting was to stumble on his Cat and Geralt's bard locked in a heated kiss at the top of the stairs, Jaskier's hands leisurely roaming over Aiden's back, whimpering when the Witcher moved his attentions from the bard's mouth to his throat. It was only when Geralt's telltale growl reached his ears he lifted his head, languidly turning to look at the two unsuspecting voyuers. Both Wolves looked an entertaining combination of aroused and annoyed. Mostly aroused.

Aiden purred internally. Perfect.

"Well, this is what happens when you forget about us." He said with an exaggerated pout, which Jaskier matched as he wrapped his arms around Aiden's neck, attempting to give Geralt his most pathetic look.

"I've never felt so neglected in my life." He whined, something Geralt knew definitely wasn't true but he decided to play along once he realised neither Jaskier or Aiden smelt even vaguely of arousal, despite their previous position.

"Oh, don't worry Lark." He growled as he stalked forwards, Aiden having the forethought to hurriedly disentangle himself, "I'm about to make sure you're very well taken care of."

Jaskier gave a yelp of surprise which turned into a laugh as Geralt threw him over his shoulder before stalking away towards his room. Jaskier grinned widely as he threw a salute to Aiden before they disappeared around the corner.

Before he realised what was happening, he found himself in Jaskier's previous position. Boxed in against the stone wall with Lambert's chest pressed against his, "That was your idea, wasn't it?"

It wasn't really a question and it was pointless to try and lie, "Yes." Aiden said, meeting Lambert's gaze, gasping in surprise when the Wolf ducked his head and started nuzzling at his neck.

"And you honestly feel the same?"

"...Yes."

Lambert let out a rumble, the meaning of which Aiden couldn't quite discern as he nipped at Aiden's pulse.

"So." Aiden prompted, squirming a little, "You going to make it up to me, or punish me?"

"Depends. How serious were you being about the no underthings?"

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doratonkslupingaunt · 3 months

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I can't get over Burn Butcher Burn. That song serves such cunt, such broken hearted spite. It singlehandedly made me ship Geraskier even though I resisted for a pretty long time. That song was def written by Jaskier after his seventh ruined jerk off session when he couldn't help but think about how much he wants to sit on Geralt's cock but the anger couldn't let him cum. That is a song equivalent of telling everybody in the fucking realm that you'll never feel a cock that good in you again. That song........

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nezmar13 · 4 months

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“That's it, kitten. Just like that,” Geralt muttered softly, a small smile tugging at his lips as his omega adjusted to his length. His large hands gently grazed the creamy thighs straddling him, feeling them quiver as Jaskier fully seated himself on his lap. Leaning against the propped pillows, the alpha couldn´t get enough of the sight before him, deliciously arched back pushing forward a smooth chest, perked nipples just begging to be tasted. They were so close Geralt couldn´t resist bending down his head to nip at them with teeth, stroking them with his tongue in reward. A shuddered breath and Jaskier´s body tightening around him in response left him humming in satisfaction, his omega being so beautifully sensitive, so responsive.

“Sweet thing,” he whispered when Jaskier reached out, bracing himself on Geralt's chest as he slowly started to grind himself, his hips devilishly moving in circles leaving them both moaning from the sensation. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are right now? How breathtaking you look as you take your pleasure from me?”

There was no coherent response to that, just a startled cry as Geralt suddenly thrust into Jaskier´s welcoming heath. Hands finding their way to the almost dainty waist, grasping it tightly when the omega started to bounce on his alpha´s cock, sobbing so prettily as he took all of Geralt's length in him.

It didn't take long for Geralt´s grasp on Jaskier´s waist to become bruising as his knot began to form, catching on the omega´s rim with every push.

With one powerful thrust, Geralt´s knot snuggly locked him in his omega, making him rumble in pleasure. There was no better feeling than the one of completely filling his mate, stroking his prostate with every grind whilst the omega comes undone, crying so beautifully for his alpha.

“My little Lark.”

Fanart included in the link below

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49731946/chapters/135328912

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elsmaster · 11 months

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Valdo calling Jaskier "Jorma" (according to the subtitles at least) had me in stitches, because while Jorma is actually a relatively normal Finnish man's name, in Finnish it's also a very, very commonly used colloquial word for... dick/cock.

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islenthatur · 11 months

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The other witchers didn't know how to think of the colourful human that Geralt had brought back to the Keep with his child surprise. He was not what they had expected, truly, they didn't know what to expect at all considering they didn't know he was coming but if they did it wasn't this.

"Geralt for the love of Melitele..." The man sighed exasperated as he bullied a potioned dosed Geralt into a chair by the fire. Nimble fingers removing armour with ease, face and emotions uncaring of the bottomless eyes staring back.

"Hm." It was a grunted with a sigh.

Jaskier sighed. "I worry for a reason, looks like a claw got under the armour, it'll take me but a moment to stitch..."

"Hmm." Geralt hummed again, slightly drawn out.

The witchers watched with wide eyes as the Bard paused slightly with a scowl. "Yes, I know it's unnecessary, but I'm still going to stitch it."

"...hm."

"So help me Geralt of Rivia..." Jaskier threatened slow and low, his blue eyes flashing as he presses the damp cloth carefully around the wound. "Don't you take that tone with me. I worry, doesn't matter of you're a witcher."

Lambert had enough. "How the fuck can you understand Geralt?"

Jaskier paused and cocked his head to the side with a furrowed brow. "Twenty years of travelling, it's easy enough know when you have that experience by ones side..."

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yeraskier · 2 years

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There's something almost calming about watching Jaskier when he orgasms. It's always so loud, and intense, and powerful; it leaves no room for anything else.

It's as if his body is absorbing every bit of chaos that surrounds him until he can't take it anymore, and then he simply... releases.

Geralt's had the pleasure of experiencing it many, many times now, and it always has the same impact on him, if not stronger each time. It's addictive, makes him wish that he could spend all of his days, every day, his only purpose in life being to bring Jaskier to orgasm.

And it's possibly making the person in the room next to them homicidal because this would be the seventh time tonight that they’ve banged on the wall, and shouted insults at Geralt and Jaskier for being too loud.

Jaskier’s chuckle turns into a gasp when Geralt slips out of him— the slide slippery, the sound lewd.

Geralt grunts as his body hits the mattress, finding that he's aching in the way he always does after several rounds with the bard. Very few people can tire him out, but it is no surprise that Jaskier manages to be on that short list.

"Outstanding as always, dear witcher."

"Hm."

"And verbal as ever," Jaskier teases as he sits up. "Your ability to be so nonchalant and quiet after sex with me is becoming quite offensive, I must say."

"This is how I normally am."

"You had a lot to say an hour ago when I had my lips wrapped around your cock."

Geralt shrugs, "I was inspired."

Jaskier rolls his eyes, but there’s a playful glint in his eyes as he sits up and begins searching for his pants.

Geralt admires his back (and his backside) as he moves, eyes trailing over the—

Wait…

Wait.

Geralt doesn't panic, okay? Living the life he lives, he doesn't have that privilege, but right now, laying in this bed as he watches Jaskier get ready to leave— fuck, he might be panicking.

Because Jaskier never leaves after sex, not since after the first few times, at least. And yes, he isn't necessarily obligated to stay, but he always does, and so does Geralt, and now he isn't.

Why?

Why is Jaskier not talking him into cuddling right now?

Why is Jaskier not attempting to get him into the now-cold bath in the corner of the room?

Why is Jaskier not going on one of his very detailed post-sex rants that Geralt pretends to despise, even though they both know he gets invested each time?

Why is Jaskier not falling asleep right now? Hogging up all the bed space and stealing the blanket while using Geralt's chest as a pillow?

Geralt remains as still as possible, barely twitching out of place as Jaskier pulls on his doublet. He may not feel normal about this, but he can sure as shit act normal, even if it isn't normal.

"Alright, darling, I'm going to go fetch us some water. Be back before you can miss my presence too much," the bard announces, throwing a wink over his shoulder before practically skipping out the door.

The words settle him, but only for a few moments before he's ready to panic over something completely different because why did he care so much about Jaskier possibly leaving?

Sure, Geralt has become almost as fond of the after-sex things as he is of the sex-sex things, but he doesn't need them. He won't break down into tears without them.

Except...

That's sort of exactly what he was ready to do just now.

Okay, maybe Geralt wouldn’t have cried, but he definitely would’ve bothered… upset, even.

And he knows this because even with the knowledge that Jaskier is coming back, even knowing that Jaskier only left so he could make sure they both stay hydrated, Geralt is, in this very moment, bothered.

Which isn’t good. At all.

Because the last time he got bothered by someone leaving, it was Yennefer. And he was only bothered because.

Well.

But that wouldn’t make sense, would it? Because Jaskier leaves all the time. He leaves Jaskier all the time. They part for months on end, and Geralt lives.

So what if Geralt has begun to notice that it gets a little harder to willingly go every time they part ways?

So what if his mood during the months where Jaskier isn’t around is shittier than usual?

So what if his mood when Jaskier is around is better than usual?

That doesn’t mean anything. Sex puts most men in better moods, that doesn’t mean he’s in love with the bard.

Not that feelings would mean love. Because a little crush doesn’t equate to love.

Not that Geralt has a little crush, or any crush of any sort. Because he doesn’t. Because he can’t.

Because what they have now, friendship and lust and comfort, is the best thing that has happened to him in a while, and he will not ruin that over catching feelings, of all things.

He doesn’t have feelings for Jaskier, so he can’t ruin anything.

“I don’t have feelings for Jaskier,” he says aloud, into the empty room, but the words feel heavy on his tongue.

I can’t have feelings for Jaskier.

“I don’t have feelings for Jaskier,” Geralt says again, but this time, it comes out as a growl.

Please, don’t let me have feelings for Jaskier.

“I do not have feelings for Jask—”

The door opens, and Jaskier walks in with a wide smile, and that spark of electricity that follows the bard wherever he goes bursts in behind him.

Jaskier takes easy steps towards the bed, and it’s like he’s moving in slow motion.

Geralt desperately wants to run. He doesn’t.

He remains still as Jaskier sets down the pitcher of water, and the cup in hand, and fills it up to the brim before turning to Geralt with a disarming gaze.

The rim of the glass in Jaskier’s hand is pressed to Geralt’s lips, and the witcher takes in the sight before him.

Those wide blue eyes, and that disheveled hair, and those pouty lips— he realizes that he could probably draw every single feature of this man’s face perfectly without even looking, and he’s never drawn a day in his life.

I can’t.

“Well?” Jaskier says, “drink up.”

Geralt parts his lips, and Jaskier’s eyes drop, and Geralt’s heart thuds so loud, it seems to echo throughout his entire body, and Jaskier smiles wide, as if he heard it.

I do.

Fuck.

#i hate this so fucking much #like the idea was there and thats the only reason its being posted but the execution is making me gag #writing really is like a muscle or whatever the saying is #clearly ive lost some of my pizazz but i will work to get it back #sorry :(#but i might make a part 2 #idk like i already had more planned out but it got too long and this was supposed to be a ficlet soooooooo haha.... haha #i just ended it right there with geralt realizing bc i love to torture you guys clearly ....#jk the part 2 really will come this time since i already know what i wanted to do (if you guys want it)#this was mostly to just write something just to Write because ive missed writing sm #the witcher #jaskier #geralt of rivia #my writing #geraskier

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Geralt x Dandelion. They discuss Geralt’s age, tease each other, and flirt in a way unseemly for men of a certain age.

(I used Dandelion instead of Jaskier because I was possessed by the voice of book boy, but you can imagine whichever one you like)

Geralt gazed out over the valley. “It used to be marshland here. All swamps.” He pointed to the western horizon. “They didn’t build that temple until they ran out of space in the city center.”

Dandelion snorted.

“What?” Geralt cut his eyes at him, suspicious.

The poet squinted at the temple on the horizon. “Nothing. You just really are a little old man, aren’t you? A real grandpa, seeing everything around him as it used to be.”

Geralt smirked. “I am. I am very old, poet. Does that disturb you?”

Dandelion knew what he was thinking, but was too polite to say.

It didn’t seem to disturb you last night.

Dandelion figured he may as well say it for the both of them. He winked at Geralt, causing the witcher to roll his eyes. “Oh, here we go.”

The troubadour was not dissuaded. “Certainly, your advanced age did not disturb me last night when I was choking on your cock.”

Geralt hummed, smothering a smile. “You are appalling.”

“I merely spoke what you were thinking, witcher.” Dandelion let his hand come to rest comfortably on Geralt’s backside and gave it a squeeze.

Geralt would not yet honor him with a look. He maintained his gaze into the distance. “Would you still be pawing at me if I looked my age, Master Dandelion?”

“Oh, Geralt.” Dandelion draped himself over Geralt’s back, sighing in contentment as his chin came to rest on the big man’s shoulder. “You are gorgeous, I won’t deny it.” He kissed Geralt’s neck. Geralt pretended he did not notice it, but he hoped Dandelion would continue.

“But I am afraid,” Dandelion continued, as he snaked his arms around Geralt’s waist, “your noble character and sour brooding would have seduced me no matter your outer appearance.” He nipped at Geralt’s ear. This time Geralt sighed and let his head fall backwards, leaning comfortably onto his lover’s blonde tresses.

“Is that so?”

“Indeed it is. In fact, it is a good thing you look young, or I would have already been arrested and thrown in the stocks for grandpa fucking.”

It was Geralt’s turn to snort contemptuously.

“You would not.”

“I would. I would suck the freckles off your sagging, wrinkled-“

“No I mean,” Geralt laughed. “That’s not illegal. To fuck a grandpa.”

“It is so. I’d be on notices.” Dandelion swept his arm expansively to present an imaginary notice. “Master Dandelion. Wanted for disturbing the tranquility of the golden years of our local Witcher elder.”

Geralt reached back, lazily playing with Dandelion’s hair.

“You speak as though you are a young thing, yet I have heard that the students are calling you father Dandelion in private these days. You are a wise mentor figure to them.”

Dandelion scoffed. “They want me to be their papas alright.”

Geralt grimaced. “You are disgusting.”

“My darling,” teased Dandelion, “of the two of us, you are the father, if only because you behave as a priest would. Oh forgive me father, for my profanities.”

“I’ll forgive you your dirty mouth if you can put it to better use.”

Dandelion pulled away, turning Geralt to face him. Eyes glinting in amusement and face filled with fondness, he cradled Geralt’s face. Then he pushed up onto his toes and kissed him.

“Here?” Murmured Geralt into his lips. “There are people down in that valley.”

Dandelion reached for the ties of Geralt’s trousers. “Just close your eyes and pretend it’s swampland.”

#geralt of rivia #Jaskier #Geraskier #dandelion #gerlion #the witcher #short one shot for tumblr #descarada writes #descarada writes geraskier #descarda writes gerlion

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Supernatural

Mtf Castiel x Ftm Dean - Momma's Got a HUGE Cock 🔴

Cas and Dean get Deaged - Kids Who Were Never Children 🔵

Nonbinary Gabriel x Little! Sam 🔵

Little Cas (With Daddy Dean) 🔵

Gabriel x Nonbinary Sam - Getting Ready For A Date 🔵

High School AU - Dean x Benny - Dean x Cas 🔴

Trans! Castiel x Dean - Modern AU

Sherlock

A/B/O - Omega Sherlock x Beta John 🔴

Catboy! Sherlock meets John's friend Lestrade 🔵

Sick/Comfort - Sick Sherlock x John 🔵

Little Sherlock x Daddy John - Brat Sherlock 🔴

Omega John x Omega Sherlock 🔴

The Witcher

Lactating Geralt x Jaskier 🔵

Modern AU - Chubby Jaskier x Fit Geralt 🔵

Sensitive Geralt x Jaskier 🔴

Stomachache Geralt x Comforting Jaskier 🔵

Hannibal/HEU

Adam x Nigel- Corner Store Peepshow 🔴

A/B/O - Female!Hannibal x Will x Adam x Nigel x Duncan 🔴

Female! Hannibal x Will- Pain In The Ass 🔴

Will x Duncan, Will x Adam and Nigel- A/B/O 🔴

Young! Hannibal x Will - Starlight Boy 🔴

Dogboy AU- Puppy! Will x Duncan 🔴

Dogboy Will x Hannibal 🔴

Sub Will x Dom Hannibal - Lingerie 🔴

Little! Will x Daddy Hannibal 🔵

Marvel

Little! Bucky and (Temporary) Caregiver Sam and Thor 🔵

Shy Sub Peter x Daddy Tony - Stealing Clothes 🔴

Bucky and Thor - Friendship - Tower Life 🔵

Sub Bucky x Daddy Steve 🔴

Omega Bucky Gets Helped by Doctor Strange 🔴

Tired Tony x Stephan 🔵

Trans Bucky x Steve - College AU- Does it Matter? 🔴

The Hobbit

Trans! Kili x Tauriel - Voyeurism - A Lovely Man 🔴

Sick/Comfort - Sick Thranduil, Caring Legolas 🔵

Fatherly Thranduil and Depressed Legolas 🔵

Legolas and The Hobbits - Cuddling 🔵

Thranduil and Legolas - Attention seeking Legolas 🔵

Hurt Kili x Curious Tauriel 🔵

Little (prisoner) Kili x Caring/Fatherly Thranduil 🔵

Castlevania

Virgin! Alucard x Trevor x Sypha - Wagon Fucking 🔴

Alucard x Trevor x Sypha - Trevor's Birthday Present 🔴

Trans! Alucard x Sypha/Trevor - Stomach Cramps 🔴

Gotham

Ed x Oswald- Trans! Oswald AU- Bleeding Gold, My Love 🔴

Ed x Oswald- Neighbors AU- Neighbors to Fucking 🔴

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Ted Lasso

Dog Hybrids - Roy x Jamie - What a Nasty Little Mutt 🔴

A/B/O - Alpha Roy x Beta Jamie 🔴

MHA/BNHA

A/B/O- Bakugou, Hizashi and Aizawa - Baby Bakugou's First Heat 🔵

Littles Are Known - Little! Bakugou, Hizashi and Aizawa 🔵

The Man From U.N.C.L.E.

Gabby x Illya x Napoleon - Big Baby 🔵

Illya x Sad Napoelon 🔵

Hurt/Comfort - Illya x Napoleon 🔵

The Umbrella Academy

Sub Diego x Dom Eudora - DIego's a Good Dog 🔴

Depressed Diego - Comforting Klaus 🔵

Teen Wolf

Drag Performer Stiles x Derek - Femininomenon 🔴

The Punisher/Daredevil

Hurt Matt - Comforting Karen - Poor Vigilante 🔵

Dead Boy Detectives

Edwin x Cat King - No Sex 🔴

Edwin x Cat King - Have Pity, Poor Kitty 🔴

Others

Pushing Daises - Ned x Chuck - Caught Masturbating 🔴

Alex Genya (Jon Bernthal) x Daryl Dixon - A/B/O 🔴

NCIS - Littles Are Known - Little! Tony, Timothy, Ziva 🔵

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