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feathersontheclyde · 8 months

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#FEATHERONTHECLYDE - A mutuals-only multi-muse nurtured by sunshine.

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Aspen Lightfoot - Elven princess, 21+ FC: Ruby Cruz

Elizabeth Murphy - Teacher, 20+ FC: Dakota Johnson

Alicia Piao - Psychology Student, 20+ FC: Natasha Liu Bordizzo

Tiabeanie Florence - Princess,15 FC: Georgie Henley

Allison Roe-Scott - Fashion designer, 18+ FC: Leighton Meester

Grace Scott - Student, 18 FC: Sara Waisglass

Alwyn Oakdweller - Half-elf, 25+ FC: Henry Cavill

Dante Moore - Vampire, Forever 18 FC: Quincy Fouse

Astrid Green - Bar / Lounge Owner, 20+ FC: Zoey Deutch

Jacklyn “ Jack ” Esparza - Student, Soccer player, 18 FC: Ruby Cruz

Umi Okoye - Student, animator, 18 FC: Ayo Edebiri

Sergio Garza - Cps worker, 30+ FC: Oscar Isaac

Leslie Bishop - bodyguard, driver, 30+ FC: Jesse Williams

Aubree Fraser - Nurse Practitioner, 20+ FC: Jessica Henwick

Peyton Wong - Photographer, 19+ FC: Chase Sui Wonders

Greta Cohen - Event Planner, 18+ FC: Emilija Baranac

Ryker Cameron - Kook, 20+ FC: Ryan Gosling

Jaden Reeves - Werewolf, 20+ FC: Josh Hutcherson

CALL OF DUTY

Kyle " Gaz " Garrick (25+) - FC: Elliot Knight

Simon " Ghost " Riley (25+) - FC: ???

EUPHORIA

Fezco (19+) - FC: Rish Shah

Jules Vaughn (18+) - FC: Hunter Schafer

Cassie Howard (18+) - FC: Sydney Sweeney

Nate Jacobs (18+) - FC: Jacob Elordi

THE WALKING DEAD

Rick Grimes (30+) - FC: Andrew Lincoln

Carl Grimes (18+) - FC: Tanner Buchannon

Glenn Rhee (20+) - FC: Steven Yeun

Andrea Grimes (20+) - FC: Candice King

Rosita Espanoza (20+) - FC: Christian Serratos

THE WITCHER

Geralt of Rivia (30+) - FC: Henry Cavill

Jaskier (30+) - FC: Joey Batey

Tissaia (35+) - FC: MyAnna Buring

Cirilla of Cintra (14+) - FC: Freya Allen

THE SOCIETY

Becca Gelb (18+) - FC: Gideon Adion

Harry Bingham (18+) - FC: Alex Fitzalan

Cassandra Pressman (18+) - FC: Rachel Keller

Kelly Aldrich (18+) - FC: Krstene Froseth

Gareth Visser (18+) - FC: Jack Mulhern

Gordie Moreno (18+) - FC: Jose Julian

Clark Beecher (18+) - FC: Spencer House

GIRL MEETS WORLD

Lucas Friar (14+) - FC: Peyton Meyer

Maya Hart (14+) - FC: Sabrina Carpenter

Topanga Mattews (30+) - FC: Rachel McAdams

Augie Matthews (14+) - FC: August Maturo

Isadora Smackle (14+) - FC: Cici Balagot

Farkle Minkus (14+) - FC: Corey Fogelmanis

STRANGER THINGS

Eddie Munson (18+) - FC: Joseph Quinn

Jane Hopper (14+) - FC: Millie Bobby Brown

Jim Hopper (18+) - FC: David Harbour

Nancy Wheeler (18+) - FC: Natalia Dyer

Max Mayfield (14+) - FC: Sadie Sink

Robin Buckley (18+) - FC: Maya Hawke

Carol Perkins (18+) - FC: Chelsea Talmadge

Will Byers (14+) - FC: Jack Dylan Grazer

Tommy Hagen (18) - FC: Chester Rushing

Steve Harrington (18) - FC: Joe Keery

TEEN WOLF

Derek Hale (30+) - FC: Tyler Hoechln

Stiles Stilinski (30+) - FC: Dylan O’brien

Liam Dunbar (30+) - FC: Dylan Sprayberry

Kira Yukimara (30+) - FC: Arden Cho

Jackson Whittemore (30+) - FC: Colton Haynes

Mason Hewitt (30+) - FC: Khylin Rhambo

ONE TREE HILL

Nathan Scott (18+) - FC: James Lafferty

Karen Roe (30+) - FC: Moira Kelly

Kieth Scott (30+) - FC: Craig Sheffer

Peyton Sawyer (18+) - FC: Hilarie Burton

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Luna Lovegood (18+) - FC: Evanna Lynch

Neville Longbottom (18+) - FC: Matthew Lewis

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Rafe Cameron (19+) - FC: Drew Starkey

Kiara Carrera (18+) - FC: Madison Bailey

JJ Maybank (18+) - FC: Rudy Pankow

John B Rutledge (18+) - FC: Chase Stokes

Ward Cameron (30+) - FC: Charles Esten

Wheezie Cameron (15) - FC: Julia Antonelli

Topper Thornton (19+) - FC: Austin North

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Catra (18+) - FC: Lulu Antariksa

Ballister Boldheart (30+) - FC: Riz Ahmed

Vi (20+) - FC: Brianna Hildebrand

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Darcey Olson (18+) - FC: Kizzy Edgell

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Ben Florian (18+) - FC: Mitchell Hope

Queen Elsa (18+) - FC: Anya Taylor Joy

Honeymaren (18+) - FC: Devery Jacobs

Kristoff Bjorgman (18+) - FC: Lucas Till

Olaf (10) - FC: Asa Butterfield

Fawn (18+) - FC: Maia Mitchell

Flynn Rider (19+) - FC: Ben Barnes

Amity Blight (15+) - FC: Kiernan Shipka

Jack Frost (19+) - FC: Thomas Brodie-Sangster

Astrid Hofferson (19+) - FC: Britt Robertson

Miguel Rivera (10+) - FC: As Himself

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

Damon Salvatore (18+) - FC: Ian Somerhalder

Klaus Mikaelson (25+) - FC: Joseph Morgan

Bonnie Bennett (18+) - FC: Kat Graham

Vincent Griffith (30+) - FC: Yusuf Gatewood

Freya Mikaelson (25+) - FC: Riley Voelkel

LIFE IS STRANGE

Dana Ward (18+) - FC: Lily Collins

Alex Chen (18+) - FC: Brianne Tju

Chloe Price (18+) - FC: Emma Mackey

Warren Graham (18+) - FC: Austin Abrams

Stella Hill (18+) - FC: Maitreya Ramakrishnan

Luke Parker (18+) - FC: Ross Butler

Kate Marsh (18+) - FC: Grace Van Dien

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Billy Loomis (18+) - FC: Skeet Ulrich

Mindy Meeks-Martin (18+) - FC: Jasmin Savoy Brown

Chad Meeks-Martin (18+) - FC: Mason Gooding

Noah Foster (18+) - FC: John Karna

Dewy Riley (23+) - FC: Dave Arquette

Tatum Riley (18+) - FC: Rose Mcgowan / Christina Hendricks

Wes Hicks (18+) - FC: Dylan Minnette

THE LAST OF US

Joel Miller (30+) - FC: Pedro Pascal

Ellie Williams (18+) - FC: Bella Ramsey

Dina (18+) - FC: Cascina Caradonna

Tess Servopoulos (30+) - FC: Anna Torv

MARIO UNIVERSE

Bowser (??) - FC: As himself

Princess Peach (18+) - FC: Sydney Sweeney

Toad (??) - FC: Jack Dylan Glazer

RED DEAD REDEMPTION

Arthur Morgan (30+) - FC: Tom Hardy

Abigail Marston (25+) - FC: Rebecca Hall

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Edward Cullen (18+) - FC: Robert Pattinson

Charlie Swan (40+) - FC: Billy Burke

Jasper Hale (100+) - FC: Jackson Rathbone

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Saitama (18+) - FC: Adachi Yūto

Sakura Haruno (18+) - FC: Robert Pattinson

Naruto Uzumaki (18+) - FC: Suda Masaki

Houtarou Oreki (18+) - FC: Kubota Masataka

Haruhi Fujioka (18+) - FC: Watanabe Mayu

Tamaki Suoh (18+) - FC: Sato Ryuji

Arisa Uotani (18+) - FC: Hirose Alice

Nana Osaki (18+) - FC: Rila Fukushima

Taiga Aisaka (18+) - FC: Natsuki Margaret Gibb

Yui Harasawa (18+) - FC: Ririka

FNAF

Vanessa Afton (18+) - FC: Elizabeth Lail

Suzie / Chica (9) - FC: Dakota Fanning

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Dean Winchester (30+) - FC: Jensen Ackles

Bobby Singer (50+) - FC: Jim Beaver

Meg Masters (1000+) - FC: Rachel Miner

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

Frank Castle (30+) - FC: Jon Bernthal

Peter Parker (19+) - FC: Tom Holland

Tony Stark (30+) - FC: Robert Downey Jr

Vision (??) - FC: Paul Bettany

Bruce Banner (30+) - FC: Mark Ruffalo

Jessica Jones (30+) - FC: Krysten Ritter

DC CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

Bruce Wayne (30+) - FC: Robert Pattinson

Selina Kyle (30+) - FC: Cameron Bicondova & Monica Baccarin

Harley Quinn (30+) - FC: Samara Weaving

Arthur Fleck (30+) - FC: Barry Keoghan

Barbara Gordon (20+) - FC: Kat Mcnamara

Dick Grayson (20+) - FC: Brenton Thwaites

DUMPLIN’

Ellen “ El “ Dryver (18+) - FC: Odeya Rush

Bo Larson (19+) - FC: Luke Benward

#( out of character. )

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abluescarfonwaston · 4 years

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Fate had a sense of humor.

It was really the only explanation for the children of surprise he’d claimed over the centuries. Sure it wasn’t always a child. He’d received clothing, horses, food and a wide variety of other things.

But they were always boys.

Always.

After the twentieth boy he was honestly confused how their seemed to be so many women around and yet. Yet he’d not once received a daughter.

And then he did.

Except. Except he didn’t. He never got daughters. In the end he only got sons.

Which was convenient at least. He didn’t have to send them to Adele for the trials. Got to keep his sons safe. Well. Not safe. But close. Close at least.

Even if they were all little shitheads. Leave the damn forest bumblebees alone!

But by the time he found the mage’s child calling out for his mother - he’d never figured out which was kinder. The mothers who abandoned them or the ones whose Mothers raised pittance objections. Making them think they were wanted. That maybe if they ran home fast enough down the snowy mountain she might be waiting for them. It just ended in frostbite and heartbreak.

But by the time he found that little green eyed brown haired child with short messily cut hair he knew he had another son.

“Why do you call me son?” The child asked.

“Because I’ve only ever had sons.” He looked over at them, shivering despite his cloak bundled around them. “Do you want me to call you something different?”

“Have you had a lot of sons?”

“Yes.”

“You are really old.” Rude. But accurate. “Eight sons?”

“More than eight.”

“Twenty?”

“More than twenty.”

“A hundred sons?”

“That’s fairly close.” He agreed.

“That’s a lot of brothers.”

“Hm.” He’d lost a lot of them over the centuries but, “That’s true.” They would have a lot of brothers. “Do they have a sister?” He tried again.

Their nose scrunched up and they burrowed further into the cloak, eyes slipping from his to the ground. “I don’t think so.”

“Do they have a sibling?”

They cocked their head to the side and considered before drawing the hood tight over their face and shaking his head. “Brother’s fine.”

“Well son. Do you have a name?”

“Moms not coming back for me is she?”

“No. She’s not.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No.”

“Then why?” The question came from the tiny ball of his cloak. A passerby might think him a wadded piece of garment instead of a child.

He gathered up the bundle in his lap and resumed his steady stare into the fire like it might hold answers. It never had. But neither had anything else. “Because fate promised you to me son.”

“What if i don’t want to?”

“Then you can reject it.” He was the only one who could. “And you can try to go back to your mother.” Who left you by the side of the road. The bundle somehow shrunk tighter into itself. “Or you can come with me.”

“Are your sons nice?”

“No. They’re awful. Terrible little brats that start food fights and sneak out of their dorm rooms at night and don’t do their readings. Fate’s given me nothing but terrible sons.”

“And you love them?”

“Yes.” Not that that meant he could protect them. So many of them hated him for binding them to this life. But if they hated him then they were alive. And that’s what mattered. “Every last one.”

The fire crackled an popped and he watched the flames turn to smoldering embers as the boy swapped between silence and sobbing.

“Are you going to run?” He asked the bundle as dark fell.

“Will you chase me?”

“You’d die if I didn’t.”

“Then yes.”

“You are a terrible son.”

“Like all my brothers before me.” He sniffled undoubtedly getting snot all over his cloak.

He squeezed what was probably his shoulder. “Does my terrible son have a name?” He tried one more time.

“Not anymore.”

“Have to fix that.” He chided.

“Parent are supposed to name their children. And she’s not my parent anymore.”

As if not wanting her love could be that easy. But “No. No she’s not. You’ve a new family now.”

A broken, messy, terrible family that would bring him a life time of pain and suffering. But a family. Which was more than he had now.

The little voice came again. “Parents name their children.” Oh.

“You can change it if you don’t like it.” He assured, shifting the bundle in his arms. “Let me see you or I’ll pick out something horrible like Vesemir.”

He lifted the hood revealing their green but red rimmed eyes. “Vesemir’s a nice name.”

“Well you can’t have it because that ones mine.” He sniffed him taking in his tiny soft cheeks tilting just barely into a smile and trying to imagine what he might look like after the trials. He couldn’t. He never could. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to just imagine.

“Geralt.”

He blinked and scrunched up his tiny face and repeated the name a few times. Testing it on his tongue.

“Geralt.” He finally agreed. “Unless i think of something better.”

“Right.” He squished the boy to his chest for a moment. “Let me sleep for a few hours before you run alright Geralt?”

He looked away not promising him anything.

He really didn’t know what he’d done to earn fates ire but she gave him nothing but terrible sons.

And he loved every last one of them.

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julek · 2 years

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3.2K of modern au trans geralt missing his boyfriend. ! explicit sexual content. happy birthday, @welcomemysentence <3 | read on ao3

! geralt refers to his genitals as cunt & clit.

After Geralt drives Jaskier to the airport, walks with him as far as security will allow, kisses him soundly and wraps him in a bone-crushing hug, and walks back inside a Jaskier-less apartment, he tells himself he’ll do just fine without him.

They’ve spent time apart before. They’ve both gone on week-long trips to visit family, have had unexpected calls on jobs outside of the city. They’re familiar with airport parking lots and kisses that hold promise and tear tracks down rosy cheeks.

Besides, he’s got Roach to keep him company. He’s got snow to shovel every day so he can actually use his car, he’s got a Netflix queue full of wildlife documentaries that he can’t wait to get his hands onto. Work is slow in the winter season, but he’s got plenty of things to distract himself.

(Not that he needs to! He’s a perfectly functioning adult who’s been on his own for longer than he can remember, who’s always paid his own bills and who’s generally been fending for himself since, well, forever — adopted family aside. Old habits die hard.

He was alone before he met Jaskier. He enjoyed— enjoys the fine company that is himself.

Even if his bed is half-empty, and every morning he takes out two mugs for coffee instead of one, and Roach perks her ears up when the doorbell rings, disappointed to find out it’s only mail, or takeout. Even if he finds himself straying to one of Jaskier’s oversized sweaters to lounge in during the day, even if he casually slips in one of his t-shirts to sleep at night.

All very casual, normal, independent-boyfriend stuff).

So he goes about his days as he normally would, when Jaskier is gone: he wakes up at a sensible hour, feeds Roach and plays fetch with her in the living room, makes himself a cup of coffee (with more cream than he lets Jaskier see — he’s got a reputation) and a bowl of oatmeal and fruit and watches the morning news. After, he and Roach go for a run. When they return, Geralt takes a shower, sees what he’ll have for lunch, and after the meditative process of cooking, eating, and washing up, he takes a half-hour nap.

His routine could be in a health magazine, Jaskier’s told him.

Afternoons are spent either shopping for groceries when he needs to, or lounging on the couch, cuddling up to Roach. She seems to believe he’s too clingy when Jaskier is gone, but Geralt thinks she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.

(Not that she answers when he asks her. He’s tried. Several times. All he gets are tilted heads and adorable puppy eyes that he snaps too many pictures of to send to Jaskier).

So it’s Netflix without the chill until dinnertime, and after that, it’s a book in bed until Jaskier calls.

(Not that his day revolves around that single occurrence).

It works. It’s fine. He’s fine.

Three days after he dropped Jaskier off at the airport, he thinks he’s never missed him this much.

He’s already laying in bed, dinner eaten and plates washed, but he can’t focus on his book.

He misses the chatter, the noise; the sounds of a house well-lived, well-loved, the trail of objects that follow Jaskier’s footsteps across the wooden floors, the sometimes open cabinets and the single sock fallen from the laundry basket. He misses the sound of his voice, the happy honey, I’m home that started out as a joke, a jab at romantic comedies and their perfect happily-ever-after that got real after time. The low cadence of his voice when he’s sleepy after a nice meal; the baby voice he puts on for Roach and Ciri only; the honey-sweet pet names that Geralt knows only come out when they’re alone. The early-morning I love you and the lunchtime you’re perfect and the late-evening I’m so lucky to have you and the nighttime please stay forever.

And then doing it all over again.

(It’s not lost on him, how despite his initial disdain, his life seems to have been manufactured by Hallmark.

He’s not sure he minds).

He misses his touch. His hello kisses, his goodbye kisses. Forehead kisses, neck kisses, nose kisses. Kisses on the cheek, on his mouth, on his knuckles. On his scars. Strong arms wrapped around Geralt’s middle when they sleep, an arm lazily draped over his shoulder when they watch movies on the couch. Jaskier’s warm hand in his when they get groceries, his frozen nose touching his nape. The way he gives it all away so freely, so easily: a hand in his elbow, on his knee, on his cheek; fingers tangled in his own, in his hair, in his mouth.

Hands on his skin. Traveling the expanse of his back, feeling every knob of his spine, the swell of his ribs. Lingering on every scar that once sliced through his skin, connecting them like constellations from a lost galaxy. Down his neck, down his chest, down the softness of his stomach. Up his legs, up his thighs.

On his ass. Massaging gently, spanking hard. Feeling the sensitive skin of his cheeks. The kisses he presses there, the bites, sometimes. Fingers dusting along his hole, dipping lower, at the front, where his need throbs and aches and drips for him.

Only for him.

Fingers tickling his grey-white hair, there, before he parts Geralt’s lips and allows cool air to hit his cunt, pink and wet. One finger first, gathering the slick, spreading it everywhere. Two fingers, one on each side of his clit, going up and down in slow motions.

Fuck, Geralt misses him so much.

His own fingers have traveled down his chest of their own volition, rucking up Jaskier’s old and faded Reputation Tour t-shirt and toying with the waistband of his boxers. He can feel how wet he is, can feel the way he’s throbbing with need at the mere thought of getting Jaskier’s hands on him — but Jaskier isn’t home, and he won’t be for days.

A whine escapes Geralt’s lips, unbidden, as he draws small circles on the inside of his thighs. He’s rarely one to take it slowly — it’s usually Jaskier who has to reign his need in — but fuck, he wants it to last. He focuses on the present, on the weight of his body against the covers, of the early February rain pit-pattering against the window. On the feel of his hand, ghosting over himself, the heat simmering low in his belly.

He closes his eyes and thinks back to the last time they’d been together before Jaskier left — the way Jaskier had fucked him into the mattress, hard and heavy and so full of love, exactly how he’d asked him to. He thinks of his splayed legs, framing Jaskier’s body rutting into him, Jaskier’s hair matted with sweat and the blissed-out grin on his face as his thrusts became erratic, as he came on Geralt’s chest.

“Fuck,” he groans, pushing his underwear to the side, bending his legs at his knees so that his cunt is exposed to the cool air of the room.

He doesn’t touch himself, not yet — instead he traces one finger lightly on the outer side of his lips, toying with the hair, reveling in the feeling of his still dry skin pushing against the slick pooled at his entrance.

If Jaskier were home, Geralt would ride him; he’d push him back against the mattress and straddle his hips, and he’d watch Jaskier’s face as he impaled himself on his cock, not waiting, not easing himself into it, but letting himself feel the stretch, the burn. He’d ride him in tight circles and then in long, aching upward motions, until they were both a panting mess, breathing kisses into each other’s skin.

But he opens his eyes and Jaskier isn’t there, and Geralt knows they’ve got a box full of toys in the top drawer of the dresser, but he is feeling a bit old-fashioned tonight.

Kneeling on the middle of the bed, he takes off his underwear, kicking it off to the floor. He takes Jaskier’s pillow with him, positioning it between his thighs.

He leaves the shirt on.

There’s always that feeling whenever something touches his cunt for the first time — a hand, a cock, a tongue — and this time is no different: fisting his hands on each side of the pillow, he lets out a shuddering gasp as he brings it up against his cunt, moving back and forth.

“Ah, fuck,” he breathes, setting the pillow down on the mattress and putting his weight on his knees, slowly grinding against it. He can feel the pillow cover already getting wet where it’s pressed against him, and it spurs him on.

He knows which buttons to push to get off more efficiently — had to figure them out, him and Jaskier having a thing for the thrill of almost being caught in public — and he tries to avoid them, tries to make himself last. He can’t edge himself as good as Jaskier does it to him, too much of a hedonist to deny himself the pleasure that blooms from a well-placed stroke on his swollen clit, but he tries.

Changing the angle, he leans forward on his elbows, leaving the pillow underneath his body, still tucked between his legs, and tries rutting forward against it. It’s much more intense laying down — the pillow has nowhere to go, trapped beneath him, the harder edges of the pillowcase lining perfectly with his cunt.

“Fuck,” he moans, holding onto the blankets with a hard grip. “Ah, ah, fuck.”

It feels so mind-numbingly good he almost misses his phone buzzing on the nightstand.

He takes his phone in trembling hands, Jaskier’s contact picture smiling up at him, and he lets it go to voicemail. He can’t possibly answer like this, sweaty and fucked-out.

He sits back against the headboard, trying to calm his breathing, and opens Jaskier’s chat.

Jaskier [11.03]: hey babe i’ll be free in 5! <3

[MISSED CALL from Jaskier]

Jaskier [11.19]: u up?

Jaskier [11.19]: or have u gone to bed already, u old, responsible man

Jaskier [11.19]: :(

[MISSED CALL from Jaskier]

Geralt [11.23]: sorry. calling you now

[OUTGOING CALL...]

“Hey!” comes Jaskier’s voice from the phone’s speakers, and Geralt’s heart lurches. “What are you up to?”

“Hey,” he replies, aiming for cool and casual. “Not much, really. You?”

“Mm, not much either.” There’s a rustle of fabric. “Sorry, I was changing for bed when you called. Were you in the middle of something when I called? Or did you just put your phone in the freezer again.”

“That was one time.”

“Mm,” comes Jaskier’s chuckle, clear as day. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Were you in the middle of something?

“I… was.”

“Oh?” The fabric rustles again. “Tell me?”

Geralt feels his face burn. He doesn’t know how to put it, exactly — that he was laying in bed wearing Jaskier’s shit and nothing else, rutting against the pillow he sleeps with every night.

He closes his eyes.

“I miss you,” he says.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Geralt echoes, his heart beating fast in his chest. “Wanna see how much?”

[INCOMING VIDEO CALL]

With a grin, Geralt accepts the call. Jaskier’s face comes into view, and he already looks a wreck.

Geralt is not going to last.

“What did you wanna show me?” Jaskier says casually, as if all Geralt wanted to show him was the new yarn he got at the store, but his breathy voice betrays him.

Geralt takes a minute to look at him before answering. He’s wearing Geralt’s ratty Looney Tunes t-shirt, the one that’s too loose and hangs off his shoulder, and his hair looks soft where he ruffled it with his fingers. There’s warmth in his eyes and his smile, slowly becoming more heated.

“Hmm,” Geralt says, angling the phone so Jaskier can only see his face, pale skin golden against the amber light. Slowly, he trails his fingers down until they reach his cunt, and he shudders as he drags two fingers down. “This.”

He puts his fingers up, shiny and glistening, a string of slick connecting them.

“Fuck,” Jaskier says, his face close to the camera as he tries to get a better look. “Fuck, Geralt— are you trying to kill me?”

Geralt smiles.

“How long?”

“Just a while,” Geralt says. “Got all riled up thinking about you.”

Jaskier splutters. “You can’t— Gods, you can’t just say these stuff to me, Geralt.”

“‘S the truth.”

“Yes, well— doesn’t make it any less hot. Tell me, Geralt,” he says darkly, “what were you doing when I called you?”

Geralt feels his cheeks heat up and looks away. He clears his throat.

“Were you touching yourself?”

“N-no,” Geralt replies. “Was just… thinking.”

“Mm,” Jaskier considers. “What were you thinking about?”

Geralt closes his eyes, letting his hand drift lower. “About— ah— you.” His touch is feather-light on his cunt. “About the last time you fucked me.”

Jaskier groans, a low noise stuck in his throat. “Yeah, fuck. And after? You sounded too fucked-out when you picked up for just thinking.”

Geralt bites back a moan — Jaskier knows him too well. “Yeah,” he admits. He can’t bring himself to say it, though.

“Can you show me, please?” Jaskier’s voice is earnest, a hint of eagerness to it that makes Geralt melt.

“Yeah.”

He turns the camera off for a minute, and props his phone against the headboard, up on some pillows, and aims the camera at himself, kneeling in the center of the bed with the pillow under himself.

He turns the camera back on.

“Fuuuuuck,” Jaskier says brokenly.

“Yeah,” Geralt says with a grin, slowly rocking his hips forward.

“Is that my pillow?”

Geralt nods, laughing softly at Jaskier’s low groan.

“Fuck, yeah, you’re definitely trying to kill me.” He can see Jaskier’s face is flushed in the image. “How’s it feel, baby?”

Geralt moans. “So good— so dry.”

“But you’re wet already.”

“Mm-hm.” Geralt throws his head back, his hips working against the pillow. “Was so wet for you.”

“Hnng.” There’s a rustle of fabric, and when Geralt looks up, Jaskier is touching himself. “Look too good like that, love, I can’t help myself.”

“I miss you,” Geralt says, and feels it in his heart. “I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too, fuck— look at you,” he pants. “So beautiful for me. Can you lift your shirt up a bit, love?”

Geralt nods. “D’you want me to take it off?”

“Leave it on, please,” Jaskier says. “Just— I wanna see you.”

Geralt lifts his shirt up to his neck, grabbing the hem between his teeth, and thrusts up so the camera catches everything. He looks down at himself — chest flushed dark pink, glistening with sweat, his cunt dripping and swollen, his lips spread open against the edge of the pillow.

“Fuck, Geralt,” Jaskier groans. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Show me.”

Jaskier nods and arranges his phone on the nightstand, and his body comes into view — his discarded underwear and his hand stroking his cock, long and thick and mouth-watering as ever, a bead of pre-come at the head.

“Wanna suck you off,” Geralt tells him, one finger reaching down to rub at his clit. “Want you to come on my face.”

“Fuck, yes.” Jaskier’s hand moves faster.

“I’ll make it so good for you,” Geralt says. “Swallow you down and have you pull on my hair until you can’t take it anymore, and then open my mouth and swallow your come, and let you paint my face with it.”

“Geralt,” Jaskier says in warning. “‘M not gonna last.”

“Good,” Geralt says, pressing his finger down on his clit. “I wanna make you come— come for me.”

Jaskier’s choked-off groan fills Geralt’s speakers as he comes on his chest, fine white lines coating the thick hair.

“Fuck,” he says when he catches his breath. “Fuck, I love you.”

“I love you too,” says Geralt, grinning and sitting back on his heels.

Jaskier takes his phone in his hand, sets it back against his knee so Geralt can only see his face. It warms his chest for a second, the lazy angle, the fact that he’s the only one who gets to see Jaskier like this. “And what about you? What do you want?”

Geralt lets out a small whine. “Want you.”

“Mmm,” Jaskier says, one finger lazily playing with the come cooling on his chest. “How do you wanna come tonight? Fingers, toys?” He smiles. “Pillow?”

“Pillow,” Geralt says. “Your pillow.”

“Fuck yeah, baby,” Jaskier groans. “Go on, then, show me how you make yourself come.”

Geralt grabs the pillow in his hands and flips it over, so the side that’s drenched in his slick doesn’t get ruined further. He moans as the cool, crisp fabric of the pillowcase touches his cunt, and he drags the pillow under him lazily.

“Like that,” Jaskier murmurs. “So messy, such a good boy.”

Geralt nods, planting his knees on the mattress and starting to ride the pillow with long thrusts. “Fuck, Jask.”

“When I come home, I wanna see you rut against my pillow again,” Jaskier tells him, voice low. Geralt whines. “I want you on my lap, the pillow under you, and you riding it slowly, very slowly, until you’re so wet the pillow gives you no friction.”

Geralt moans at his words, picking up his pace. He can feel Jaskier’s skin beneath him, can feel heat coiling tight in his belly.

“And then, I want you against my thigh,” Jaskier continues. “I know you love how hairy they are— how it feels so good, prickling at your cunt. I know you like it rough sometimes. I want you to rut against me until your legs give out.”

Geralt’s thrusts become erratic, his knuckles white against the pillow.

“And then I wanna fuck you,” Jaskier says. “Slow and deep and good, because you deserve everything, and I wanna give it to you.”

Geralt comes with a cry, thrusting his hips hard down against the pillow, right where it rubs up against his clit, and he’s drenching the pillowcase, coming so hard and good before melting against the mattress.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

Jaskier laughs from the phone. “Good, love?”

“Uh-huh,” Geralt says, and has half a piece of mind to grab his phone and take it with him as he collapses on top of the pillows. “Fuck.”

His legs are still twitching, his cunt sensitive and slick when he touches a finger to it. He shudders.

“I miss you so much,” he tells him again, this time sated and sleepy, eyes closed. “I don’t like sleeping alone.”

“Me too, dear,” Jaskier says softly. “I don’t think I was made to be kept away from you.”

Geralt hums. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Jaskier replies, and Geralt can hear the smile on his face. “D’you wanna take a nap? I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Geralt nods, setting the phone down next to him.

“Goodnight, love.”

Goodnight.

#mywriting #geraskier fanfic #geralt x jaskier #trans geralt of rivia #i hope you like it <3333333333

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Where Anecdotes Prevail (Jaskier x M!Reader)

Pairing: Julian Alfred Pankratz (Jaskier/Dandelion) x Top Male Reader (NOT trans-friendly) Rating: Explicit Words: 1043 POV: Second Summary: Not gonna lie, you’re a little insecure, because Jaskier used to travel with a witcher and now he is stuck with ordinary you. Also Jaskier sings WAP. Notes: A sequel to Fuck the Pain Away Tags: Jealousy, insecurity, deepthroating, facefucking/throatfucking, cum eating, Jaskier has no gag reflex because I say so and *insert WAP bardcore*

“You can also stay forever,” he had said. And you did. Your talents were mostly fixing things, from houses to small trinkets. A man like you found a job anywhere. You didn’t even need a place to live, since Jaskier could just get a place at any tavern slash inn. During the day you either had the best orgasms in the continent or worked for decent money, while in the evenings you got to hear the bard sing of exaggerated stories about yourself. He turned fixing wagon wheels into glorious races against the clock. He turned fixing barns into saving families. ‘Artistic interpretation’ he called it. You called it horseshit, but it gave you a reputation that earned better than a normal fee would.

The tavern was casted in a warm light as you stepped inside. The sweet, familiar voice filled the gaps between conversations, accompanied by a lute. You smiled, but that smile faded as the words filled your ears. You knew these songs. He used to sing them before you, the stories of monsters and great battles, the stories of Geralt of Rivia. Jealousy etched in your chest as you took a seat at the bar. If Jaskier had noticed your entrance, he sure as hell didn’t show it. You drank a couple, before retreating to your room for a bath.

As you soaked yourself in the hot water, moping just a little, Jaskier came inside. “Honey, I’m home,” he mused as you heard him put the lute aside and rid himself of half his clothing. As fancy as his clothes were, you were absolutely certain they were not comfortable. “You went up early, long day?” You heard the sound of the lute again as Jaskier rounded the corner with it.

“Yeah and then to top it off, it seems like I am no longer the one on your mind when I’m gone.” Jaskier blinked at you as he took a seat on the edge of the tub.

“What do you mean, love? You are always on my mind.”

“Oh my bad, I seem to have forgotten then. You know, the times I fought bravely in battles and defeated monsters and the like.”

Jaskier laughed and stood up. “Oh my, are you jealous?” You didn’t even have time to deny it. “Oh my, you are! Well, I’m sorry darling, but the people wanted to hear of the white asshole of ‘your voice is like a pie without filling’. I could never deny my audience.” You wanted to cut in, but sometimes Jaskier was just never done with talking. “But! To make it up to you, I wrote you a special song.”

[*insert a sensual bard version of WAP honestly Jaskier would sing that*]

Jaskier hardly got to finish the song, before you had him on knees in front of the tub, while you were seated on it. Your wet cock was in his mouth in no time and sucked eagerly on it. Even so, that was not what you were in the mood for tonight. You pushed Jaskier down until he was lying on his back on the wooden floor. You hung over him, thrusting into his mouth, listening to him gag and moan. You fucked his mouth like you would fuck his ass, hard thrusts that reached deep and made your balls slap against him. One of Jaskier’s hands moved up, resting above his head and you took his hand in yours.

You shoved your cock inside him until your balls were flat against him. Jaskier gagged and struggled, but you kept your cock inside, until he squeezed your hand. You pulled out and moved off him. With just one glance, you could see he was hard as a rock. Jaskier always got hard from having your dick in his mouth and on the odd occasion that was even enough to make him cum. “Get back here and cum in my mouth,” Jaskier demanded as he made grabby hands at you. You helped him off the floor and get him seated against a wall, so his head had once again nowhere to go as you slid your cock inside. You noticed Jaskier pushing his breeches halfway down his thighs, stroking himself as he sucked you off.

You fucked his head, always impressed by just how well he could take it and deepthroat your cock like a champion. “I wonder, would you just get this hard from sucking off anyone, or is it just me that makes you want to cum without a single touch?” Jaskier tried to say something, but not a single word was comprehensible with your cock jammed in his throat. His eyes rolled back and you felt his throat spasm as he came with your cock inside him. You kept your cock deep in his throat, hardly pulling out and waiting for his body to stop convulsing. When he stopped, you pulled out.Jaskier held his tongue out for you. You rested the tip of your cock on it as you stroked the rest. Hardly a few strokes in, Jaskier replaced your had with his, looking up at you in the most vulgar of ways.

His innocent eyes locked on yours as he stroked your cock as if he would die without your cum. You groaned as you came on his tongue. After the first shot, he closed his lips around the tip, sucking you empty as he kept stroking. You spilled in his mouth, personally proud of how much you could cum even with the frequency of sex you and Jaskier had. Jaskier showed you the cum in his mouth before swallowing it all with a smirk. You groaned and bent down to give him a filthy kiss, tasting the aftermath on his tongue. You could feel the smile stretching over his lips. “You know you don’t need to be jealous, right?”

You pulled back looking at Jaskier. He was smiling, but there was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. You sighed and nodded. “Sorry, I reacted childishly.” You nuzzled his face, giving him small, apologetic kisses.

“So that song I sang you…” “Absolutely filthy, you better never play that in public.” “But you like it?” “You should sing it sometime while riding my dick.”

#Jaskier #jaskier x reader #jaskier x male reader #dandelion #dandelion x reader #dandelion x male reader #male reader #x male reader #julian alfred pankratz #the witcher #top reader #reader insert #x reader #jaskier x you #jaskier x y/n #y/n #lemon

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WIP Wednesdays

Right, here we are: my attempt to keep myself accountable to working on my fics as much as I can. This is just going to be a general intro to the WIP list and how much I have written on each so far -- next week there will probably be an update on what I worked on for each of them and maybe a snippet or two!

Forever Wanting More (fwm) - 39,617 words posted, 115,068 total words written. Witcher!Jaskier, Jaskier is a witcher and an assassin sent to kill Geralt for what happened at Blaviken, but decides “fuck that” and becomes a bard instead. Featuring 100k words worth of canon-redux and Pining and the two of them dancing around each other, and a slowly-growing plot for a proper high-fantasy save-the-world type trilogy.

Love’s Worth Running To (love’s worth) - 22,683 total words written. The a/b/o... essentially romance novel but-make-it-angsty idea that I had a while ago: Jaskier is an omega, doomed to be married off but instead chooses to run away and ends up living with Geralt instead, slowly falling in love with him with the spectre of war with Nilfgaard over their shoulders... This is what I’m working on atm.

Stars Above Us (merfic) - 11,299 total words written. The mermaid Au that’s basically a series of vignettes and me putting my feels about the ocean into writing -- Jaskier is a siren, Geralt is a deepdweller who lives in the black depths, and they travel together and are very much in love.

Winter’s Heart (Fae AU) - 1,016 total words written. A fae AU with trans!Jaskier, wherein I attempt to tell a story about figuring out who you are, being trans, paralleling three aspects of that with three faerie tasks and also this one werewolf tumblr post I saw, and putting it all to the tune and general Vibe of the song The Horror and the Wild.

Cyberpunk AU - 1,190 total words written. Yes, this story is on the WIP list now -- it’s going to be a noirish cyberpunk mystery story about Who Killed Jaskier and the gangs of Novigrad from tw3, while also being a proper ghostfic with all the angst that entails!

Both the Fae Au and the Cyberpunk AU are on my backup WIP list, meaning that it’s going to be a while until I manage to work on them, but they’re there and that’s what matters. This week I’m trying to work on love’s worth chapter 6 -- next week I’ll put out an update on how that went and what else I wrote, as well as maybe some snippets!

#storm's writing #WIP wednesdays

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The Witcher - Favorite Reads Masterpost

So, the previous one was getting really super long and Tumblr refused to save the latest update three times, which I’m taking to mean I’ve reached some kind of length limit. In view of that, and with a poke to @nyliekeo who asked to be tagged, here’s the second volume of my Witcher fic-reading adventures!

(Pretty much all Geraskier, because I’m only a multishipper in the sense that I have many ships across many fandoms.)

Volume 1

Last updated: April 10th, 2020.

Non geraskier fic

Her Current Is Pulling You Closer - TheMarvellousMadMadamMim

Specs: 1 900 words - Teen & Up Audiences - Eist/Calanthe - Swimming, shameless flirting

Summary: After nearly three years of marriage, Eist Tuirseach realizes there are still things to learn about his wife.

Becoming Water - Orockthro

Specs: 3 456 words - Mature - Trans woman!Geralt, curses, happy ending

Summary: When Geralt was a child his mother kissed his forehead, wove flowers in his hair, and let him dance around the campsite they shared with the other druids. He loved dancing, the way his body moved and flowed; he was like water.

And then she left him in the road, spilled water on his feet, and a faint trail of dust where she and the cart were no longer. And a man came and took Geralt and made him into something new.

“Were you short? Waifish? Did those witcher mutagens turn you into, you know, the hulking sexy man that you are? At least they gave you such male perfection, what with the stubble and the jaw and the--”

“Shut up, Jaskier.”

(Or, Geralt is cursed with a female body during their travels. Only it's not so much a curse as a gift she didn't know she so desperately desired until now.)

of cockroaches and men - Potrix

Specs: 1 442 words - Teen & Up Audiences - Yennefer & Jaskier, Getting to know each other, BAMF Jaskier

Summary: As if being stuck waiting for her supplier in this sorry excuse for a town full of narrow-minded, superstitious simpletons isn't already frustrating enough, the first familiar face Yennefer spots when she walks into the grubby tavern is that of her least favourite bard.

Or, alternatively; sometimes you misjudge people, but there's nothing some badassery and booze won't fix.

all cooped up - alittlebitmaybe

Specs: 4 205 words - Mature - Polyamory, Pandemic 2020, Non-explicit sex, instigator Yen

Summary: Geralt's old university roommate, Jaskier, needs a place to ride out the pandemic. Geralt and Yennefer conveniently have a couch and Geralt, inconveniently, has a crush.

Cover it over and write it out - TheArcheologist

Specs: 3 214 words - Mature - Dyslexia, implied child abuse, Dandelion is a noble

Summary: There is something Geralt has noticed, after traveling so long with Jaskier. It is nothing major, nothing world ending or even warranting bringing up, but it is there, nonetheless, a funny little habit he can’t unsee.

“You’re better at this stuff than me, Geralt, you read it.”

Geraskier fics

pride - Besully (Briar_Elwood)

Specs: 737 words - Teen & Up - Trans Jaskier

Summary: Geraskier Week Dealer's Choice

He only manages to get the shirt untucked from the bard’s trousers when Jaskier’s smile disappears, and he scrambles backwards, holding the edges of his shirt down.

Do It Again - thisgirlsays22

Specs: 6 771 words - Explicit - Time Loop

Summary: By the twentieth time Geralt has gone through the loop, he decides to just throw himself off the cliff’s edge after Borch.

He wakes up to his twenty-first attempt.

“Fuck.”

Interlude; The End of All Things - TabbyCat33098

Specs: 3 496 words - General Audiences - Growing Old Together

Summary: Geralt realizes Jaskier is growing old and tries his best to return the rest of Jaskier's life to him. If only Jaskier would cooperate and take it.

How much longer will Jaskier be content with weathering the elements and contending with the uncertainty of mercenary work? How long until Jaskier realizes that in devoting himself to crafting a legacy for Geralt, he has forgotten to create a legacy of his own?

After all, he does not have a wife or children, for their nomadic lifestyle is conducive to neither. He has no home to return to between stints with Geralt, whether a sprawling mansion vaunting his wealth or a comfortable cottage replete with souvenirs from his varied exploits. How many experiences has Jaskier sacrificed because some contract or irate nobleman drew them elsewhere? How many untouched fields of snow has Jaskier never seen; how many harvests at Novigrad has he yearned to celebrate from halfway across the Continent—

“You’re staring,” Jaskier points out.

“You wanted to go to the Kovirian coast,” Geralt responds.

a tapestry of scars - splendidlyimperfect

Specs: 7 688 words - Mature - Modern AU, Birpolar disorder, self harm, references to previous suicide attempt and car accident.

Summary: Jaskier comes into Geralt's life on a sunny afternoon in May - wide smiles and baby blue eyes; breathtaking stories and half-written song lyrics. He's mesmerizing and full of life, and Geralt can't look away. But sunshine doesn't last forever, and when Jaskier disappears, Geralt learns that beautiful things have dark and broken pieces, and even damaged people can help fix them.

Summer Mornings - The UnamazingTrashKing

Specs: 3 241 words - Mature - Fluff

Summary: Geralt and Jaskier are sort of a couple. They definitely wake up together and talk about spending the rest of their lives together.

An Incomplete Happiness - BlossomsintheMist

Specs: 22 497 words - Mature - Serious injuries, injuries recovery, unresolved sexual tension, unresolved romantic tension

Summary: Jaskier is traveling with Geralt when a hunt goes badly wrong and Geralt ends up injured. Geralt soon realizes that the bard can take care of Geralt better than he'd realized, in his own way.

Hide Behind The Mound of Dead Bards - Bones (Doctorbones)

Specs: 17 296 words - Explicit - Temporary character death, Graphic depiction of violence

Summary: Jaskier is really bad at two things: shutting up and staying dead. Luckily, he can do both at the same time...for a while.

faith in transience - unconscious

Specs: 12 532 words - Explicit - Monster of the week, Service top Jaskier, attempted mind control.

Summary: “I learn stuff about you to enrich my songs, thanks very much.” Geralt starts.

“Like what?”

Jaskier strums a chord. “Plenty of things. You always ask the contractor if they want the head or not instead of just showing up with it, because you don’t want to shock people. You eat normal amounts of food when eating in public, instead of your usual awe-inducing giant amount. You sleep more when you’re hurt, but that’s the only way I’d ever know. You’re a bit weird about your potions and you count them a lot.” He glances up and grins. “Shall I continue?”

A handful of contracts go sideways. Recovering is easier with Jaskier there.

when midnight breaks their sleep - SummerFrost

Specs: 16 736 words - Mature - Modern setting, polyamory, polyamory negociation

Summary: The first Snapchat that anyone ever sends Geralt is a picture of his own irritated face.

shrike_princess: can u believe this dumbass finally got a snapchat bc a cute boy asked him nicely

"It wasn't even that nicely," Geralt says flatly.

AKA: The one where Geralt is a bartender and Jaskier sings karaoke.

he, who i love - kinneyb

Specs: 1 279 words - Teen & Up Audiences - Established relationship

Summary: Jaskier looked forward to these nights the most; he was playing in a rundown tavern in a small town near the coast, coins gathered at his feet, knowing that at any moment Geralt would come bursting through the door.

He spun on his heels, strumming his lute with nimble fingers, the mark of a practiced player.

Jaskier had thought he’d reached his peak when he was younger. He had been proven wrong, of course, practice truly did make perfect. He was getting more attention than ever, and only half of it probably had to do with his new songs, all depicting the Witcher’s love story with a bard of the human variety.

He never directly mentioned himself, but the people had made the connection fairly easily, anyway.

Near the Coast - IantoPace

Specs: 2 164 words - Teen & Up Audiences - Dresses

Summary: Geralt finds out some of the feminine things Jaskier likes. This is inspired by the images of Joey Batey & Madeleine Hyland in the woods wearing each other's clothes.

Shoot First, Ask Questions Later - Ladivviniatravestia

Specs: 3 427 words - Teen & Up Audiences - Defining the relationship

Summary: Geralt and Jaskier fuck, then try to define their relationship. Too bad Geralt has no idea what he really wants and Jaskier has been hiding something.

parry, riposte - plutoandpersephone

Specs: 5 230 words - Explicit - Established relationship, competence kink, power dynamics

Summary: "How about it?"

Geralt looks at Jaskier like he’s just started to speak in some long lost, foreign tongue.

"You want to take me on in the sword ring?"

Jaskier challenges Geralt to a bout in the fencing ring. They both get more than they bargained for.

The Coast - NinjaSniperKitty

Specs: 1 856 words - General Audiences - Established relationship, overly protective boyfriend!Geralt

Summary: Geralt takes Jaskier up on his offer to get away and go to the coast for a while. While Geralt sees danger hiding everywhere along the coast, Jaskier hasn't been to the sea in years and only sees a good time!

Sweet, Silky, Soft, and Shiny - Girl_in_Red_Crossing

Specs: 3 251 words - Mature - Inappropriate use of candy

Summary: Just a couple of bros, sucking on sweet things... sharing silky things... lying in soft beds together... (kissing)...

The Witcher Wolf 2: Geralt’s POV - im_fairly_witty.

Specs: 15 338 words - Teen & Up Audiences - Animal transformation

Summary: It's been two weeks since Geralt drove Jaskier away from him on that mountain top and Geralt's been doing his best not to think about it by accepting every contract he comes across. But when a job goes badly he find himself cursed into the form of an injured wolf and is then saved by none other than Jaskier himself, who has no idea that the animal he's taken under his wing is his own witcher. Geralt must now try to alert Jaskier to his real situation and adjust to his new life traveling with the bard, learning several hard but very much needed lessons along the way.

Shadowplay - sospes

Specs: 26 539 words - Mature - BAMF!Jaskier, Espionnage

Summary: Geralt returns to Oxenfurt on a bright May morning to find flowers laid outside Jaskier's rooms and a fresh grave in the cemetery.

Except, as Geralt is about to learn, in Jaskier's world things are never quite what they seem.

An Old Man’s Tale - NotebooksandLaptops

Specs: 1 448 words - General Audiences - External POV, Old age

Summary: At the edge of the village, in a house surrounded by wild-flowers and weeds - re-built from its former crumbling foundations – there lived the Old Man. He’d earnt the rights for the capital O, capital M off of the rest of the villagers barely a week after he’d moved into their humble world. For he had not grown up here, like everyone else did. Yet he settled and settled as if he had always been there. He wandered the cliffsides, the beaches, the streets. He strung shells together and gifted them to the ladies of the village with a wink that betrayed the charming young man he once must have been. He bought the little ceramic pots Alicja sold on the market, and he filled them with weeds as if the weeds were flowers worth showcasing. And – most importantly – he sang.

-///-

Or, Jaskier settles in a costal village towards the end of his life.

For The Joy Of It - vvitchering (Witchering)

Specs: 848 words - Teen & Up Audiences - self esteem issues, body image

Summary: After spending years on The Path together, Jaskier and Geralt finally settle down. Jaskier notices one day that his new sedentary lifestyle has changed him in ways he fears Geralt won't accept.

The Silence Between Heartbeats - anarchycox

Specs: 7 969 words - Teen & Up Audiences - Jskier knows Geralt better than anyone

Summary: Geralt faced off with a sorceress, only instead of her magic killing him, it stole his voice. But this should be an easy fix, he knew many women who could heal this. But that would mean anyone noticing something wrong. He knew he was quiet, but seriously, did no one wonder why he wasn't saying a single thing? Months he traveled silent, no one noticing and it was driving him mad.

Until he runs into Jaskier, who notices immediately that something is wrong.Because of course it is Jaskier.

Who else in the end would it be, who properly saw the White Wolf?

tailored - jeannie_tangerine

Specs: 4 874 words - Explicit - Geralt has a kink and Jaskier is absolutely into it.

Summary: in which Jaskier finds out that Geralt has a kink and is more than glad to indulge it.

oh darling please be mine - kickassfu

Specs: 749 words - General Audiences - Introspective, fluff

Summary: Geralt’s head turns to him just as he’s jumping into his arms. Obviously, he catches Jaskier, in his very strong, very big arms. Still probably processing what’s happening, Geralt’s body is tense, unmoving. Jaskier doesn’t care.

New Monsters Stories - Kathkin

Specs: 20 209 words - Explicit - Urban fantasy, mutual pining

Summary: “So do you have a name?”

“Yeah.” The man who had saved his life less than an hour ago – the white-haired, absurdly buff, weirdly sexy man Jaskier might have called taciturn if he was feeling charitable and surly if he was feeling less so – dug into his second burger.

Jaskier waited. “Are… you going to tell me what it is?”

The man paused mid-bite, and looked at him reproachfully as if to say how dare you. How dare you interrupt me. Can’t you see I’m enjoying my cheeseburger. Can’t you see this cheeseburger is the most important thing in my life right at the moment. He swallowed, and said, “Geralt.”

It turns out almost getting eaten by a werewolf can make your whole life go careening off in a new, terrifying, wondrous, artistically flourishing direction. Who knew?

Professor Pankratz - martistarfighter

Specs: 1 147 words - Teen & Up Audiences - Established relationship

Sumary: “Come teach my class with me tomorrow.” He whispers in the witcher’s ear. He’s sporting a neatly trimmed beard these days, and it tickles Geralt’s neck in the most tempting way.

Geralt chuckles dryly, but the lack of an immediate quip tells him that Jaskier is serious. It’s a little scary how often they can read their minds by now.

“Don’t think so. You’re the teacher, Jask. I’ve got nothing to tell them.”

“But you’re the reason I’m still alive and teaching in the first place. Besides, you can just sit there, look pretty and answer some questions. My students have heard a lot about you, they’ll adore you.”

As someone pointed out, there's too much 'witcher watching out for his idiot' and not enough 'the witcher is a himbo who loves his college educated bard husband, who is qualified to teach' content out there. So I'm fixing it with a self-indulgent ficlet!

and i plan to be forgotten when i’m gone (yes, i’ll be leaving in the fall) - Stockholm_Syndrome

Specs: 18 083 words - Mature - Discussion of assisted suicide, discussion of suicide, depression, curse, no MCD

Summary: “That was more emotional than I expected.” He finally said “I didn’t think I’d have time to share this with you, and I.” Jaskier interrupted himself, as if unsure if he should continue. “I suppose I didn’t think it would upset you so.”

“Jaskier” Geralt growled, not able to express how ludicrous that idea was.

“Yes, I suppose I was wrong there.” Jaskier replied with a helpless shrug.

---- Or, Jaskier is cursed to turn into a monster. He doesn't think this is important information to mention.

Chopsticks - thisgirlsays22

Specs: 12 175 words - Explicit - Piano teacher!Jaskier, friends to lovers, modern setting

Summary: “Yennefer sent me a check for eight lessons for you,” Jaskier said the following weekend, wearing a beige button-down with--

“Does your shirt have owls on it?” Geralt asked, caught somewhere between amusement and horror.

Jaskier looked down and tugged on the front of his shirt as if he had to remind himself what was on it. He beamed at Geralt. “Yeah! Do you like it?”

“Not particularly.”

The smile swiftly disappeared.

“It’s not terrible,” he amended, stepping back to let Jaskier inside the apartment. Then Jaskier’s initial words sank in. “Wait. Yen did what?”

Hanging up on Yennefer was always a mistake.

what’s in a (pet) name? - janie_tangerine

Specs: 1 415 words - Teen & Up Audiences - Fluff, pet names

Summary: "So," he clears his throat one evening, having just rinsed Geralt's now clean, soft white hair, and damn how he wishes the man would just take care of it somewhat decently, "I was wondering."

"What?" Geralt says after he doesn't go on for a bit. It didn't sound particularly annoyed. Right on.

"This is a very broad question, but I was just curious, no need to answer if you don't want to -" Jaskier starts, having learned that giving the man a way out is always a good bet.

"Just get on with it, won't you?"

Jaskier clears his throat, leans down, puts his elbows on the rim of the tub. "How do you feel about pet names?"

Or: in which Jaskier has a question for Geralt. It doesn't get answered the way he had assumed.

As Long As You Were Mine For A Little While - whisperedstories

Specs: 12 815 words - Explicit - Friends with benefits, mutual pining

Summary: It starts with Jaskier offering a helping hand when Geralt needs to let off some steam. The thing is, Jaskier likes taking care of Geralt—however he can—and Geralt lets him, so he just keeps doing it.

And as long as they never talk about how he's in love with Geralt, they're both happy with the arrangement, right? Right.

Of Debt and Debtors - sp_oops

Specs: 5 136 words - Explicit - Semi-public sex

Summary: Two bros, chillin' in a ta-vern, five feet apart ‘cause they—fuck, they really missed each other, not that Geralt will ever admit it—and anyway, in a minute here, they're gonna have to get closer than they ever thought possible. (Or, sometime after Episode 6, they meet again, Jaskier’s in trouble again, and Geralt saves them. Again.)

This One I Shall Choose - DorkMagician

Specs: 3 751 words - Teen & Up Audiences - Quiet pining, the exact moment Geralt falls in love

Summary: Geralt falls in the river fishing for a djinn and winds up soaked. Jaskier sees the opportunity to do as his mother told him a long time ago and takes the first step when he offers Geralt his handkerchief.

Skin Deep - Sospes

Specs: 8 935 words- Teen & Up Audiences - Fluff, getting together, non consensual tattooing, implied/referenced rape, implied/referenced childhood abuse

Summary: “What’s that?” Geralt asks.

Jaskier blinks. “It’s a tattoo,” he says. “Have you never seen a tattoo before, Geralt?”

Geralt fights the urge to roll his eyes. “I know it’s a tattoo,” he says. “What’s it a tattoo of?”

They say there are 5 ways to show your love (and I don’t know any of them) - Mayathelittlebee

Specs: 5 989 words - Teen & Up Audiences - Fluff, humor

Summary: May be if Geralt stopped being so dramatic for a moment he'd finally realize that loving Jaskier is not as hard as he thinks.

I don’t mind if I’m with you - janie_tangerine

Specs: 11 152 words - Explicit - In which Jaskier has to quelle his murder instincts concerning how much Geralt’s life sucks

Summary: or: five times plus one in which Jaskier finds out that Geralt is missing on good life experiences and promptly sees to fix it.

Fill Me Up - Mysticmajestic

Specs: 402 words - Teen & Up Audiences - Romance

Summary: Geralt only knows how to give, and give, until he's empty. What is he to do with Jaskier, who only wants to give back to him?

Little Things - QueenForADay

Specs: 3 315 words - General Audiences - Domestic fluff, Ciri ships it

Summary: In the first few months of knowing the Witcher, he experienced first-hand how shut-off Geralt could be with the world around him and those within it.

At some point, and he can’t pinpoint where, that shroud started to slip away. He saw how much Geralt could, and does, actually care. It’s as fierce as the way he fights.

They spend a great deal of time watching each other; when they finally fell into a bed together, they spent most of their nights learning what the other liked, mapping the plains of skin and muscle underneath the other.

But it’s the other things, the little things, that Jaskier thinks about the most.

O, Empathy - almostnectarine

Specs: 32 624 words - Mature - Body swap, friends to lovers, questfic

Summary: “How did you manage,” asked Geralt, with infinite patience and only a desire to know the facts, and not at all a little meanhearted glee, “to insult a sorcerer while his tongue was down your throat?”

“Don’t make me recount the entire sordid affair, Geralt,” said Jaskier, with a surprising note of desperation breaking through his gruff monotone. “I’m already having a rather shit day and all I’ve done so far is wake up.”

“In my body,” said Geralt.

“Yes,” said Jaskier, with the insolent cadence that was unmistakably Jaskier’s, but in Geralt’s voice, emerging from Geralt’s face and frame.

“And I’ve got yours,” said Geralt, from Jaskier’s.

and for that love to be with men - sebviathan

Specs: 6 734 words -Mature - Emotional constipation, self discovery, self acceptance, geralt is a whole ass gay man who doesn’t know what being gay is

Summary: Something's not right about what I'm doing but I'm still doing it—living in the worst parts, ruining myself. My inner life is a sheet of black glass. If I fell through the floor I would keep falling.

The enormity of Geralt's desire disgusts him.

at last, at last, at last, oh I thought you’d never ask - elegantwings

Specs: 15 040 words - Explicit - Arranged marriage, slow burn, trans!Jaskier, in this house we love Yennefer of Vengerberg

Summary: Geralt is given firm instructions from Vesemir: He is to get married to a Redanian noblewoman in the hopes of improving relations between witchers and the rest of the world. Once the ceremony is over, he plans to drop his new spouse off at their new home and carry on with his life as he always has. Little does he know, his future wife is not a woman, and not so easily left behind. He's not really sure he'd like to get rid of Jaskier, either. Over the next several years, they learn to navigate their new relationship, first while Jaskier completes his degree, and then when Jaskier insists on accompanying him on the road. And no matter what anyone else has to say about it, Geralt is absolutely not in love with his husband.

it’s what my heart just yearns to say - chasing_the_sterek

Specs: 1 071 words - Teen & Up - Slice of life, Jaskier: what if I found a way to make Geralt admit when he needs things

Summary: "If you could have one blessing," Jaskier says, eyes lit green by the fire between them, "What would it be?"

Geralt looks at him. The whetstone is smooth and friction-warm in his palm, edges rounded from use. It's been with him for a long time: almost four years.

Jaskier has been with him for even longer, but he's never done this. Geralt squints at him, but only thing different to this morning is the yellow firelight changing the colour his eyes appear.

"What," he says.

not a goodbye, a thank you - Potrix

Specs: 2 915 words - Mature - Graphic depiction of illness, near death experience, talk about death, found family

Summary: Somewhere further in the courtyard, Lambert yells out a colourful curse while Ciri cackles maniacally. Eskel is taunting the former through his laughter, and Vesemir’s voice joins in with barked commands and corrections once the clang of steel against steel continues. Somewhere above them, on one of the balconies overlooking the yard, Geralt can hear the scratch of quill against parchment as Yennefer works on her correspondence, interrupted every now and again by the tapping of nails against an inkpot.

He realises what’s wrong an instant before everyone else grows suddenly, eerily still; Jaskier is quiet.

After Summers of Fasting (I Feel Hunger At Last) - Artemis_Unbound

Specs: 3 793 words - Teen & Up Audiences - A six pack you can see is not a good thing, Jaskier tricks Geralt into Not Being Starving anymore, Love confessions

Summary: Defined six-pack abs are a sign that someone has been starving and dehydrating themselves, not a sign of incredible strength. It's just not healthy.

Jaskier sees Geralt shirtless for the first time, sees all that defined musculature, and is Horrified. He's slept with enough warriors and soldiers to know what that means. And he decides, this stops now.

Tunes Without Words - foxy_mulder

Specs: 22 021 words - Mature - Self-esteem issues, past abuse, miscommunications, misunderstandings

Summary: The plan is this:

He will note all the things that annoy Geralt, and he will stop doing them, and then Geralt will want him around. It will work.

It has to work, because Jaskier cannot be left behind.

The Path Not Taken - sospes

Specs: 40 149 words - Mature - Extraordinarily bad misunderstanding, Idiots in love, Explicit sexual content

Summary: Jaskier comes across an injured witcher in a backwoods town, months after the events of the dragon hunt. It all just sort of escalates from there.

#The Witcher #Geraskier #Geralt of Rivia #Jaskier #My Posts #Witcher Fic #Fic Rec #Masterpost #100n #150n #200n

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fromkaermorhentolettenhove · 3 years

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Temptation

Summary: When a bit of cabin fever hits Kaer Morhen, Geralt finds a solution in a wandering Incubus

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Canon Universe, Incubus!Jaskier, Established Eskel/Lambert, Foursome, Trans!Lambert, First Meetings

Additional Tags: Anal, Vaginal Sex/Fingering, Spitroasting, Blow Jobs, Consensual

Words: 1973

A/N: Lmao i have to go to work in like five minutes but if you have any more ideas for this au/situation, pls send them my way!!!

AO3

Geralt has had enough of Lambert and Eskel’s bickering.

Without a word, he’s left the safety of the keep and into the harsh winter cold. The brisk air clears his senses as he marches through the snow, muttering to himself about the pettiness of the argument. Really, the two should just take it out in the sword ring, but Geralt’s in no mood to tell them so.

In the thick of the forest, Geralt finally breathes his sigh of relief and embraces the chill. It’s so peaceful. He could just set up a camp here for the rest of the winter, alone and content.

Except, he’s not alone.

Sword already drawn, Geralt whips around, stopping his blade just before the neck of his stalker. Before him stands a man, brown hair, bright blue eyes with a grin to match, and thin clothing that could hardly keep anyone warm. He is a fool, but more than that, Geralt can smell the magic radiating off of him, the deceit and treachery.

“Come now, Witcher,” the man holds his hands up in mock defense. “Are you really going to kill an innocent man?”

“If you were either of those, I’d already have put my sword away,” Geralt growls back.

The man laughs and to Geralt’s surprise, presses closer to the blade. It’s enough to draw blood, but as the scent fills Geralt’s nose, the wound starts to heal over, distracing Geralt from his tumultuous thoughts.

“I only take my fill,” the man answers, a small smile still on his face. “My lovers come to me willingly and leave on their own accord.”

Geralt has heard this story before and he’s not about to be swayed any time soon. “Then perhaps some of your kind might still be alive.”

The man shrugs at this and pushes Geralt’s sword away with his finger tips. The sword falls away with ease, Geralt staring at it as if he doesn’t have control over his own muscles. All he has to do is slice and the whole ordeal will be over with. Yet, something stays his hand, as if he is grateful for this unusual meeting.

“What will you do with me then, Witcher?” the man breathes, daring to take a step closer.

Geralt grips tight onto his sword, but he doesn’t move away. Instead, a subtle temptation enters his mind, an offering laid on the table. He really shouldn’t. It could jeopardize the safety of the keep. Then again, he’s got three other witchers on his side and one taste couldn’t hurt.

“I’m not falling for your tricks, Incubus,” Geralt snarls, trying to fight off the growing curiosity.

The man chuckles at this, shaking his head. “I’m not doing anything. In fact, I’m suppressing my powers right now. It is you who is falling.”

Geralt swallows, the click loud in his ears as his own words betray him. He’s lost it. After all these years of being a witcher, he is finally losing control of his mind. His resolve grows weaker by the second and then Geralt decides he has nothing to lose. At least, not this winter.

With a grunt, Geralt grabs the man by the wrist and charges towards the keep, his teeth grinding together as the man laughs.

“Oh, Witcher, I think we’ll have fun.”

Geralt purses his lips, ignoring the warmth of the man’s skin. “It’s Geralt,” he mutters.

“And I’m Jaskier,” the man answers, quickening his steps to walk alongside Geralt. “I would ask you to lighten your grip on my wrist, but I don’t think you have any intention of letting me go.”

Ignoring the wink, Geralt loosens his hold just a little as they trudge up the steep slopes. Somehow, Jaskier manages to keep up with no complaint and when they enter the courtyard of the keep, he reeks of nothing but lust. Geralt shivers, his own needs surfacing as he drags Jaskier through the doors, yelling out Lambert’s and Eskel’s names. At this, Jaskier’s face lights up and Geralt submits to the losing battle within him. Without waiting for the others, Geralt charges to his room, all but throwing Jaskier down on the bed.

With a bright laugh, Jaskier transforms, his clothes disappearing as horns sprout out of his head, a tail snaking out from underneath him.

“Eager, aren’t we?” he teases.

Geralt only grunts in reply, ridding himself of his own clothes before climbing on top of Jaskier, shutting him up with a firm kiss. The hands on Geralt’s thighs send a shiver up his spine and he opens his mouth to taste more of Jaskier. Their tongues sweep against each other, pulling moans out of the two of them as their needs only grow. Just as Geralt takes hold of Jaskier’s cock, thudding footsteps clamor into the room and Geralt breaks from the kiss to look at Eskel and Lambert.

“What the fuck,” Lambert says eloquently for himself and Eskel.

Geralt sits up, glaring at the witchers. “Get some steam off. I’m sick of listening to the two of you fight.”

Jaskier’s laughter fills the room and it breaks the spell holding onto Eskel and Lambert. Lambert is bare in an instant, forcing Geralt to move down so he can sit on top of Jaskier. He greedily takes Jaskier’s mouth with his own and Geralt is given a clear view of the wetness between his legs. Quickly licking his fingers, Geralt reaches down, rubbing Lambert’s clit and lips. His shaking legs are a beautiful sight, matched only by the moan that Jaskier swallows down.

“Eskel?” Geralt asks, looking towards the last companion as he starts to finger Lambert.

“Just...biding my time,” Eskel mutters as he removes the last of his clothing.

Eskel always did like to watch, but the fact he isn’t on the bed yet worries Geralt. The hesitation is clear in Eskel’s eyes, ever the concerned lover.

“It’s three witchers and one incubus. We can handle him,” Geralt reassures.

At this, Lambert and Jaskier break their kiss, both turning to look at Eskel. Lambert pushes himself deeper onto Geralt’s fingers, throwing his head back while Jaskier massages his thighs.

“As I was telling your wonderful friend, Geralt, here, I only take what I need,” Jaskier flashes a grin. “And Lambert is a pretty sight, wouldn’t you agree?”

“You all are,” Eskel lets slip and ducks his head while Geralt bites back his grin.

Jaskier holds out a beckoning hand and that’s all it takes to bring Eskel over. He lays down next to Jaskier, rubbing his leaking cock against Jaskier’s thigh while running a hand along his chest.

“If only all lovers were as thoughtful as you,” Jaskier sighs, bringing Eskel in for a kiss.

It’s entrancing, watching Eskel and Jaskier, but Geralt is interrupted by Lambert’s nails digging into his thigh, his wet hole clenching around Geralt’s fingers. Geralt soothes him with kisses along his neck and guides him to Jaskier’s cock, removing his fingers before lowering Lambert down. Lambert takes Jaskier’s cock easily, letting himself sit with the fullness before beginning to move.

“Oh, Lambert, you feel like heaven,” Jaskier moans, shifting his hips to match Lambert’s rhythm.

“You know much about that?” Lambert teases breathlessly, bracing one hand on Eskel’s side, the other on Jaskier’s stomach.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Jaskier manages to reply before Eskel captures his mouth again.

Geralt could watch this forever, this mesmerizing scene of pure sex. He almost forgets his own neglected cock until he glances down to see the slick between Jaskier’s legs. Lambert’s wetness is beginning to mix with it and Geralt shivers, knowing what awaits him. Pulling at Jaskier’s legs, he is careful not to interrupt Lambert’s pleasure as he lines his cock up with Jaskier’s hole. As he pushes in, Geralt groans at the hot tightness that engulfs his cock, how ready Jaskier is with no need for preparation. It’s almost too much, but Geralt holds back his orgasm, resting his forehead against Lambert’s back.

“Come now, Eskel,” Jaskier breathes.

Glancing over Lambert’s shoulder, Geralt holds his breath as Eskel braces himself over Jaskier, his cock slowly sinking into Jaskier’s mouth. At this, Geralt can’t help but thrust sharply into Jaskier and mingled groans fill the room. The four take it slow at first, finding a matched pace but then, the hungry desire takes over. Eskel grabs onto one of Jaskier’s horns as he thrusts into that greedy mouth, losing himself to the talent of Jaskier and his tongue. If it wasn’t for Lambert’s hand on his back, Eskel would have lost his balance.

“Fuck, you should have his mouth next time, Lambert,” Eskel moans. “He’ll make good work of your clit.”

“I want all of him,” Lambert gasps. “If I knew incubi could be like this, I would have had one sooner.”

Jaskier moans as he slams his cock into Lambert, matching Geralt’s harsh thrusts.

“You two talk too much,” Geralt growls, reaching around to rub Lambert’s clit.

Lambert throws his head back with a near shout, hand flying to grip tight onto Geralt’s hair. The mix of pain and pleasure shoots to Geralt’s cock and he pushes Jaskier forward with a rough thrust. Jaskier gags around Eskel’s cock, but he doesn’t pull away, instead swallowing Eskel to the hilt. It’s enough to send Eskel to the edge and he spills into Jaskier’s mouth with a heavy groan.

When Jaskier has sucked him dry, Eskel falls to the side, watching the three with bleary eyes.

“You were wonderful,” Jaskier praises as he resumes his fucking of Lambert. “I can’t wait to see what else that cock of yours can do.”

His tail flicks over, but before Eskel can do anything, Geralt grabs hold of it, giving the tail a sharp tug.

“We’re not finished,” Geralt grits out.

Jaskier’s eyes roll back, a gasp leaving him as his back arches. His cock slams into Lambert and Lambert shouts as he orgasms, slick sliding down Jaskier’s stomach in tear-like trails. Collapsing onto Jaskier, Lambert leaves Jaskier’s cock inside of him, letting Jaskier hold him close as Geralt chases his own release.

Within a few more thrusts, Jaskier and Geralt succumb to their orgasm, seed filling up Lambert and Jaskier until the three men are shaking.

It’s almost too quiet now, but the men don’t rush to say anything as Eskel helps clean them off.

Once wiped down, the four arrange themselves on the bed, Geralt behind Jaskier and Eskel behind Lambert as Lambert and Jaskier curl into each other. It’s peaceful, but the reality of the situation sinks back in as Geralt runs his fingers along Jaskier’s horns.

“Will you be leaving us tonight then?” he asks, making brief eye contact with Eskel and Lambert.

The two don’t bother to hide their disappointment and their shoulders sag just a little as Jaskier stiffens.

He turns to Geralt with a slight frown, as if Geralt had spoken in tongues instead of asking a question. “I’d be a fool to forget the three of you so soon. And, we can’t have Eskel and Lambert fighting again, can we?”

“Hey,” Lambert protests amongst Eskel’s small laugh.

Already, Geralt can see their argument fading away as Eskel caresses Lambert’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to his temple. In fact, Geralt doesn’t even remember what their fight was about and Jaskier isn’t going to let him remember, capturing Geralt’s lips in a soft kiss.

Perhaps he and his fellow witchers are under some kind of spell, but Geralt can’t find it in himself to care. For now, his companions are happy with Jaskier bringing a warmth Geralt hadn’t realized he had been missing.

Wrapping his arms tight around Jaskier, Geralt begins to drift off and a small smile finds its way onto his face as Jaskier’s tail flicks at his nose.

#geralt/jaskier/eskel/lambert #geraskier #leskel #eskbert #whatever their ship name is;;;;;#indigo's side shitposting #if i've missed any tags pls lmk;;;;

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wearesungreenmylove · 3 years

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A Year in Fics

I know I haven’t written much this year but I’ve seen a couple of people do it and I wanted to join in.

My AO3 link is here if you wanna have a look around

Scorpius and Rose- an ongoing monster of a fic. Lu and I started writing it like 5 fucking years ago and I am determined to finish it. Yes it is cringe, yes I’m doing it anyway.

falling down the stairs of your smile- a ficlet I wrote for Alex. Super fluffy (Carry On fandom)

a sanctuary, safe and strong (i’ll be there for you)- a fic I wrote for the HP Trans Fest about nonbinary Neville and their love for plants

and I’ll be your true love forever- a Witcher fic! I actually wrote a few more but they all got stuck in the editing stages and/or never got typed up. I may try and go find those

Trans Rights- a crack fic I wrote about one of the death eaters being trans and coming out to Voldemort. I was laughing the entire time I wrote it

melt with you- another fluffy Carry On ficlet

Realization- another Witcher fic, this time about Geralt realizing his feelings!

you can have this heart- a sequel to a sanctuary, safe and strong (i’ll be there for you). It’s kinda fluffy and overall very much about plants

#personal #i have a couple more in the works but i don't think they'll be posted before jan 1

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reinvent-and-believe · 3 years

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(wanderlust-t) F, K & S for the fanfic asks!! <3

Hi love, thanks for the ask! <3

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“Best take care, witcher,” Jaskier teases softly, “a man could get used to such treatment.”

“Don’t,” Geralt grunts, but there’s no heat to it. He thoroughly inspects Jaskier’s neck, tilting his head one way then the other with two light fingers on his jaw. “Pain anywhere?”

“No pain.”

“Good.” Apparently satisfied, Geralt stands, undressing methodically and lying in his own bedroll. After a few moments of silence, he adds, “Wake me if anything hurts. Or if you have trouble breathing.”

Jaskier huffs a laugh, turning on his side to fix his companion with a rueful smile. “Geralt, have you ever known me to suffer in silence?”

ahahah turns out I hate all the dialogue I’ve ever written!!!! It look me forever to find something for this one lol. I like this little passage from another taste of heavenly rush all right, though; I like the gentle teasing from Jaskier and the gruff tenderness from Geralt.

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

So most of my angsty thoughts are about Renfri, but honestly none of them quite compete with the angsty hell that is canon. I can’t out-angst that, that wistful look in her eyes while Geralt has a sword to her throat.

(aaaaand cw trans angst/social and medical discrimination/dysphoria) The rest of my angst primarily consists of angsty trans Geralt thoughts. I love modern AU trans Geralt fics, don’t get me wrong, but I really, really, really love the idea of trans Geralt within the canon setting. Geralt had gone through the trials and their accompanying hormones before he hit puberty, so few people realize he’s trans; even fewer know about the extra trials he was forced to endure because they realized they had a new body type to experiment on. So many things—the way he actively others himself to keep from getting close to anyone, the way others openly sexualize him without ever humanizing him to the point that when someone shows attraction he assumes they just want to fuck a freak of nature (see A Little Sacrifice which breaks me in half over and over again every time I think about it), his survival relying on his social awareness and ability to codeswitch on the head of a pin based on his interactions with the people around him (especially in the books and games), the forced sterility but finding himself a father anyway...I don’t know. Absolutely everything about Geralt as a trans man resonates with me endlessly.

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

I mean, I’ll never turn down a good only-one-bed fic. I’m not physically capable of it.

#wanderlust-t #ask games #sorry you sent this days ago #it so happens that i'm the worst

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ao3feed-geralt-jaskier · 4 years

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by poselikeateam

When Geralt finds out that Jaskier is part incubus, he offers himself as an easy meal, no strings attached, whenever the bard asks. It's fine, he tells himself. It's convenient. It hurts, because he loves Jaskier, and Jaskier doesn't, can't love him back, but it's fine.

Turns out that they're not on the same page.

Words: 3836, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 11 of Incubus Jaskier AUs

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion

Additional Tags: Incubus Jaskier | Dandelion, Non-Human Jaskier | Dandelion, Non-Explicit Sex, Friends With Benefits, Friends to Lovers, Miscommunication, Lack of Communication, Courting Rituals, Getting Together, Getting Back Together, Marriage Proposal, Marriage, Weddings, Episode Fix-It: s01e06 Rare Species, Post-Episode: S01E06 Rare Species, Past Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Jaskier | Dandelion In Love, Jaskier | Dandelion Loves Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Immortal Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Loves Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Has Feelings, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Apologizes, Insecure Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, POV Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Trans Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion is Bad at Communicating, Cultural Differences, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Love Confessions

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #netflix the witcher #jaskier x geralt #geralt x jaskier #geraskier

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nvmnd · 4 years

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Foregone

notes: Anon said: hello 👀if you're still taking requests could i get geralt/jaskier/male reader? (If youre comfortable with it, transmale reader would be awesome, especially if it was him coming out as trans to them and getting lots of love and support). Thank you!

A/N: my last braincell said supportive boyfriends for everyone and now we’re here (also this was pretty hard for me to write and if anyone would like to educate me if I’ve made a mistake please go ahead!)

warnings: bit of anxiety

pairing: geralt x jaskier x ftm!reader

word count: 1,143

Got feedback or a request?

You never intended on telling anyone about your past life. Why would you? It wasn’t like it mattered. There was no need to tell anyone about your childhood, your village or who you used to be. There was no need to tell anyone about that time when you fled your home after working for months in the most disgusting shithole of a tavern, trying to get enough coin to obtain the service of a sorceress.

Well, there wasn’t until the mighty White Wolf and his bard came running into your life and somehow changed it for forever. You can’t really say for how long you’ve been travelling with these two. It wasn’t intentional in the beginning, you just somehow always ended up running into each other until eventually you just accepted that some higher power obviously had a plan for the three of you.

Jaskier was the first to notice your repeating encounters and mumbled something about how people linked by destiny will always find each other which earned a huff from Geralt.

It didn’t start out as a romance in the beginning either but after months of travelling together, sharing tents, rooms and sometimes even beds, a kiss on the cheek here, a hug that lasted too long to be platonic there and a particularly memorable night which involved some chamomile, feelings started to develop.

Now you were cuddled up in bed, your head rested on Geralt’s chest while Jaskier lied on your stomach and softly traced your scars. You didn’t have as many as the witcher nor were the stories behind them as fascinating but Jaskier asked about every single one.

“Where’s that one from?”

“A brawl in a tavern.”, you mumbled and added: “I didn’t start it. Was just kind of drunk and felt like joining.”

You heard Geralt huff in amusement behind you and looked up. “Not everyone can offer interesting stories, my dear witcher”, you teased and placed a light kiss on his jaw. You saw how the corner of his mouth twitched for a second and returned your attention to Jaskier.

He wasn’t done yet with discovering your body, getting to know every story it had to tell.

“Where are these from?”

His finger traced over two scars on your chest and you tensed up.

You hesitated before you answered:”A mage.”

Jaskier furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Why’d she leave scars? Did she attack you?”

You hesitated, uncertain whether an answer would really be necessary or if you could somehow distract Jaskier. However, you were sure your hesitation didn’t go unnoticed by the men. Your chest felt tight when you spoke again. “I obtained her service. Chaos needs to be balanced somehow. She was still young and so she left some scars. ‘t was accidental.”

You sat up straight and tried to get out of bed to throw on some clothes. You felt unwell, remembering the pity in the mage’s eyes when you went there, doe-eyed, young, heavy-hearted and begging her to do literally anything.

“Well, lots of people are unhappy with their appearance, I’m sure-“

You interrupted Jaskier:”It wasn’t about my appearance itself.”

Your voice was hoarse and your tone harsher than intended. You got up and picked your clothes off the ground. With your back turned to the two men, you put on your pants.

“What was it then?”. Geralt’s voice was deep, calm, it always reminds you of the depth of the ocean.

The silence was uncomfortable.

Your mind was racing and so was your heart. You were sure Geralt could hear it, just like he would be able to smell your fear. Thoughts ran through your head and you tried to think about your answer. It could ruin everything and though you’re sure these men loved you and vice versa, you were scared of getting rejected, of seeing disgust on their faces and losing the one good thing destiny gave you.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat. Trembling fingers played with the tunic in your hands and your back was still turned to your lovers when you started to speak again:”I have five older brothers which meant there were quite a lot of men in our house and when my mother found out she was pregnant again, she prayed to the Gods for a little girl.”

You let out a low chuckle. It was dry and didn’t sound like you at all. Anxiety clutched your chest and it felt like it almost pushed all the air out of your lungs, like you couldn’t breathe. When you finally turned around, your lovers were looking at you; confusion in Jaskier’s face, Geralt’s eyebrows were furrowed.

You pressed your lips together and continued:”And then she finally got her girl.”

You waited for a storm to rise, for the men to jump away from you but nothing happened. Instead Jaskier asked:”And what’s got your sister to do with all this?”

The dry and sharp laugh which escaped your lips almost scared you. You didn’t know what to answer but you needn’t worry about that as you could see the realisation sparkle in Geralt’s eyes. “Y/N doesn’t have a sister.”, he told Jaskier.

“But he just - oh.”

Yes ‘oh’, you thought to yourself and started to put on your tunic. You could feel their eyes on you though, examining your broad frame, the stubbles on your face.

“Think I’ll get going.”, you mumbled and started to put on your boots. You weren’t surprised they reacted that way and if you were being honest you had expected worse, yet there was still a sting in your chest, and you could feel your heart break a little.

And suddenly there was a warm hand on your wrist, stopping you from tying the boots.

“Don’t”, Geralt said softly and confusion washed over you.

“But I – you – “

He pulled you closer and both men hugged you tightly, they held you until the tension let go of your shoulders, until you melted into their arms, until even the last doubt that they would stop loving you disappeared.

You felt Jaskier’s nimble fingers brush through your hair, felt Geralt’s soft lips on your shoulder.

“Y/N, we’ll always love you, no matter what.”, Jaskier assured you, his voice sweet like honey and an even sweeter promise.

“Thank you for trusting us.”, Geralt’s lips moved against your skin, his amber eyes looking up to your face:”Thank you for overcoming your fear.”

You never intended on telling anyone about your past life but the feeling of love and bliss inside you, the overwhelming support and the weight lifted off your shoulders almost brought you to tears. The relief that destiny didn’t take your lovers away, that they didn’t see you as someone else all of a sudden – your heart beat twice as fast as it should but this time anxiety was no longer the cause.

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A, B, E, J, K, M, N, O, P, T, V

Well I spent far too long on this, but it was fun.

A - Ships that you currently like a lot I mostly read Stucky. They got me into this mess and I’ll love them forever :) I like Geraskier a lot, which is definitely @witcherling‘s fault. I love Carol/Maria, although I haven’t read a ton (hint hint we need moooooore). I love good, interesting friendships with Steve & Nat and Bucky & Nat. I love stories that explore Steve’s relationship with Wanda post CACW. I love reading Sam when he’s developed beyond a caretaker or helpful friend with no actual personality of his own and Tony when he’s developed beyond an asshole literally only present to antagonize Steve.

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind. I loved Geralt and Jaskier’s dynamic in the show and that mountain scene made me cry, but I don’t think I’d have sought out fanfiction or really shipped them without @witcherling ‘s intervention. When I love a writer, I’ll read damn near anything they write, and now I’m fully immersed and reblogging witcher shit and I’m not really sure what happened but here we are.

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what? Just a few thirst tweets: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24597331

J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr. I haven’t watched The Magicians, but tumblr posts make me want to ship Queliot a little. Not sure if I should watch the show or just look at two lovely boys kissing and/or pining when they show up on my dash. Honestly most MCU pairings didn’t cross my mind until I saw them here. Stucky jumped out of the movies and slapped me in the face with WE ARE CLEARLY IN LOVE so lots of other ships are just...odd...to me. But ship and let ship, y’all. If it makes you happy, write it!

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc? Bucky? His actual arc gets pretty fucked by the MCU, but I do really love the idea that love transcends violence and pain and time and ultimately helps him find his way back to himself. I love fic that explores that, but lets him do the heavy lifting of his own recovery (vs. Steve fixing him with his super soldier dick).

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend. SHURI PLEASE BE MY FRIEND! I will awkwardly stand in the corner of your lab and be amazed and try not to ask obnoxious questions every two seconds. She is the coolest and I want to hang out with her. She could be jaded or spoiled or pampered but instead she OWNS that she is always the smartest in the room and uses that to help people and help her country. She doesn’t take shit and she owns her intelligence and I love her.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice). Realistic depictions of mental health issues and recovery and therapy, bi and pan representation that goes beyond off-handedly mentioning a random person is attractive, non-binary and trans representation period (but especially stories where gender identity isn’t THE THING, but merely one part of who the character is).

Shout out to @chicklette for their gorgeous fic Songbird which is almost complete and features a lovely bi Bucky who deals with bi erasure and wrangles with how people perceive his sexuality, him, and his partners. I LOVE THIS FIC! https://archiveofourown.org/works/23990152

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of? I’m recently obsessed with Hozier which is also @witcherling’s fault (really throwing you under the proverbial bus today, I suppose) and NFWMB definitely gives me stucky vibes.

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas). uhhhh... something with Steve having a big brother-ish relationship with Wanda and maybe him and Bucky bond over that… Bucky feels similarly protective of his sister and they meet because maybe Wanda and Rebecca are friends and these two giant beefcakes bond over their extreme softness and incredible love for these two young women? I love fics with Geralt and Ciri and Jaskier… maybe Jaskier teaches guitar lessons (lute lessons? I don’t know there’s a reason I don’t really write) and he has a major crush on his fave student’s super hot dad but doesn’t want to make it weird? I’m tired I did my best *shrug*

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? I have lots of headcanons but none are really so rigid that I can’t consider other viewpoints or read fic where things are different. I think Bucky knew he loved Steve before Steve understood what his love for Bucky meant. After watching CATFA far too many times, I’m not sure that Steve knew what all his BIG BUCKY FEELINGS meant until he lost him. But I still love love love reading pre-war stucky where they’re all sweet and and in love and having glorious sex in their shared apartment.

V - Which character do you relate to most?

hmmm this one is tough. Bucky is my favorite character in the history of everything, but it’s not like I have lots in common with him. Bucky is wildly competent; the things he is/wants/need to be good at, he steadfastly devotes himself to and his loyalty and love for the few things he really, truly cares about is unshakable. I’m passionate but that passion gets strewn about across too many things; I really admire Bucky’s quiet devotion to what he loves and his ability to become fucking great at what he needs to be good at. Steve being ready to fight the entire world to protect Bucky is hella relatable.

N was my favorite to answer. Thanks @witcherling 💕

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