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kuripon · 1 year

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Jaskier & Eskel & Geralt, pre-OT3 | rating: Gen | word count: 581 | CW: Eskel’s gorgeous. | Written for @witcher-bows-and-arrows‘s Feb. 6th SFW prompt: Admire.

Jaskier thinks Eskel is gorgeous. Absolutely, drop dead stunning. In fact, Jaskier often needs to take a moment to himself when he first sets sight on that statuesque jawline, not to mention that physique, the rugged charm of a life well lived. If there's anything to be said about Jaskier, it's that he knows how to appreciate the finer things in life.

Jaskier deserves nothing but the best in life. And the best is Eskel. He dares anyone to disagree with him, his right hook needs a little polishing up.

He lets out a wistful sigh, watching as Eskel reads by the fire, admiring his lovely profile. He has to remember to thank Geralt for inviting him up to Kaer Morhen this year. He'd heard much about Geralt's remaining family on their way to the stronghold deep in the Blue Mountains, taking care to note every single detail that Geralt willingly offered. He noticed that Geralt often went back to Eskel, but said nothing of it to the man himself.

And now he can see why.

Geralt perches on the bench next to him, though Jaskier pays him no mind. He leans forward just the slightest bit, chin thoughtfully nestled in his palm. His eyes trace Eskel's fingers when they turn the next page in the book of Aen Sidhe poetry he's reading. Thick. Sturdy. Scarred here and there. Sure of themselves. Jaskier wonders what they would feel like wrapped around his waist. Shivers threaten to run down his spine, but he lets out another sigh.

"You too?"

"Hm?" Jaskier asks absently, his attention still firmly wrapped up Eskel's everything. Eskel shifts, his legs uncrossing and recrossing at the ankle. Melitele bless him, Eskel's thick everywhere, isn't he? And in all the right places. What Jaskier would give for the chance to show him just how much that thickness is appreciated. Preferably with their clothing off. But that's a thought for another day.

Deep, quiet chuckles sound in his ear. An arm settles behind him, resting on the table they're leaned back against.

"Entrancing, isn't he?"

Jaskier nods, moving his pinky finger to his mouth. He nibbles on the nail absently. "He doesn't even know the half of it."

"No, he doesn't. He doesn't believe me. Will you tell him?" Geralt murmurs, his fingers resting lightly on Jaskier's shoulder.

Jaskier eyes Geralt from the corner of his eyes, reluctant to turn away from Eskel.

"You've told him." Disbelief colors Jaskier's words.

A light blush settles on Geralt's cheeks as he turns away from Jaskier's knowing gaze. Geralt's blush still manages to surprise him.

"Not in so many words," he admits most reluctantly.

Jaskier hums, wondering if he should give voice to his thoughts. Geralt's not necessarily monogamous, and he himself has been known to entertain more than a few lovers simultaneously. But could they share a lover? Would they be able to share a lover?

Geralt stares at him intently, the blush faded just the slightest bit. The fire crackles in the background under the sound of another page being turned. As if he could read Jaskier's mind, he nods, hand coming up to cradle the back of his neck.

"We could..." Geralt offers.

Jaskier tilts his head towards Eskel. "Will he-?"

Immediately, Geralt shakes his head, silver locks brushing lightly over his forehead. "He won't."

A smirk spreads across Jaskier's lips. "Shall we?"

Geralt stands, disentangling himself from Jaskier, takes his hand, and pulls him up from the bench. Together, they walk towards Eskel, hand in hand.

"Eskel, my dear. Can we borrow a moment of your time?"

#The Witcher #Jaskier #Geralt #Eskel #Pre-OT3 #I mean #in my mind they're already fucking #but this is supposed to be an sfw fic #so it shall remain #it was also practice at description work #i welcome your concrit #if you have any to offer #Geraskel #Geralt/Eskel #Jaskier/Eskel

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tschulijulesjulie · 1 year

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i know im not that active in the witcher fandom anymore (and a lot of you aren't either) but i recently went through my ao3 history and reread some of the fics thatt made me fall in love with this fandom.

one of them was Lost/Found by @/xxenjoy on ao3 (that's @witcher-and-his-bard here on tumblr, i believe - formerly @witcher-and-his-bard-archive)

and it was great and just as amazing as i remembered - just, once i had finished it and it didn't end like i thought it would, i realised i had mixed it up in my mind with another, quite similar fic, in my memory.

so i went looking for it. i spent hours looking through my ao3 subscriptions. i spent hours looking through my tumblr follows. i cannot find it.

heres what i remember:

it was a very similar setup to Lost/Found: after the mountain Jaskier runs into Eskel and starts traveling with him. Eskel is kind and they fall in love. eventually they run into Geralt who apologizes. they end up in a throuple.

whats different to L/F is, that it switched POVs i think - i do remember some of it being from Eskels perspective. he was quite self-conscious and afraid of losing Jask when they met Geralt.

i also thi k they didn't visit KM like in L/F

i think it was rated E but i might be wrong

also i have literally no idea how long it actually was - i think it was multi-chaptered, but i also might be wrong

if anyone has an idea which fic that might be - pleeeeease tell me. i feel like im losing my mind, i feel like my brain just made the memory of this fanfic up.

#the witcher fanfiction #fanfiction #ao3 #jaskel #geraskier #geskel #geraskel #jaskier x eskel #jaskier x eskel x geralt #pls help

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tafkamayle · 1 year

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Y’all like pirates? And witchers? And alternate universes somewhat adjacent to canon universes? And curses with horrible side effects and deadly consequences? And a bunch of idiots stumbling around their relationships? And Geraskel? No? Well, then don’t read this new story of mine.

#fanfic #witcher #geraskier #geraskel #jaskel #Geralt/Eskel/Jaskier

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kingeomer · 2 years

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Gonna Give You Every Inch Of My Love

Geralt/Jaskier/Eskel / rated explicit / 1656 words / ao3.

last fill for my @thepassifloradiscord‘s team bingo card for the prompt “double penetration”. features lots of fingering, dp with a dick and a dildo, mentions of anal training, jaskier being a witchersexual size queen, eskel having a monster cock. y’know. the usual. i'm usually a "choose your own eskel" kind of gal but for this i was definitely seeing eskel as closer to how he looks in the games than the show. enjoy!

Jaskier wanted to cry.

Geralt had been fingering him for what felt like hours now, slowly working him open. He knew why, and they’d done this many times before, but he just wanted to get fucked, Gods be damned.

But then, as he reclined against Eskel’s barrel chest and felt the monster between his thighs pressing against the small of his back, he found himself thinking maybe excessive preparation wasn’t a bad thing.

Eskel was sweet, and almost shy in his quietness in their day to day dealings, and he was much bigger than Geralt; taller and broader, so of course that had to transfer to the bedroom.

The first time Jaskier had seen the other witcher fully naked, he’d almost swooned, and that was while soft. His cock had hung heavy, with a fine set of balls to match. As he’d started to get hard and the length and girth had grown to almost comical proportions, well.

Jaskier had never been one to look a challenge in the eye and turn it down, and he certainly had looked Eskel’s monster cock, easily twelve inches if not longer and more than his hand’s grip in width, and had decided yes, yes he would take it one day.

He just hadn’t anticipated how much work it’d take.

They’d been at Kaer Morhen together for over a month now, closer to two. So far Jaskier had taken Geralt almost daily, had been stretched on intricately carved wooden toys of varying sizes, kept plugged up from daybreak to sunset, and yet it still wasn’t enough.

On one occasion, he’d stroppily told Geralt and Eskel he wasn’t made of glass and that he was a good boy and could take it. Then he’d seen how much work it took for Eskel to fuck Geralt.

So yeah, okay, maybe they’d both had a point. Maybe they weren’t just being overly cautious. Maybe Eskel could rip him in half from the ass up with his cock.

But it didn’t change the fact that Jaskier wanted to cry because they’d been at it for hours and Geralt still hadn’t taken his pants off, and by the white-haired witcher’s calculations —and God, was that a killjoy, Geralt looking at his hole and declaring nope, not yet— Jaskier was still weeks away from getting fucked to oblivion by Eskel.

“Four now, dove…” Geralt sounded frustratingly put together as he started carefully working his little —hah! An oxymoron if ever Jaskier had heard one!— finger in alongside the three already driving Jaskier insane. The only clear sign the witcher was half as affected as he was was his pupils, dilated so wide the gorgeous warm honey of his irises was almost completely swallowed up.

“F—fucking please…” Jaskier knew he was babbling, just like he knew the pleading was pointless. It wouldn’t get him anywhere faster, Geralt would take his sweet time and Jaskier would just have to deal with it.

A soft kiss to his shoulder had Jaskier shivering. Behind him, Eskel hummed softly, the sound rumbling through his chest against the bard’s back.

“Patience, love. Be patient.” The dark-haired Witcher’s voice was deep and rough, a husky growl in his ear. Another shudder coursed through him as he leaned back into Eskel’s broad chest, turning his head as he sought out a kiss from his lover.

Eskel caught his lips in a tender kiss, nipping lightly at his bottom lip. It served as a brilliant distraction as four fingers breached him, leaving Jaskier whining all the same as their tongues twined.

“Fuck, the picture you two paint…” The two of them broke their kiss to peer down at Geralt and yeah, okay, he looked wrecked. His pupils were huge, a faint blush stained his pale cheeks, and his gorgeous lips were bitten red, hanging slack as he stared at them. Reaching a hand out, Jaskier palmed one of those cheeks, thumb running over hot, red flesh.

“‘M ready, Geralt. Need you,” not above begging, Jaskier pouted his best pout and gave Geralt his most pitiful, desperate look. A quiet snort was his response, and Jaskier was ready to really kick up a fuss when finally, Geralt moved.

Jaskier yelped when his hips were suddenly hiked up towards Geralt. The two witchers adjusted their position on the bed, Eskel shuffling down so Jaskier was more reclined, and Geralt laying on top of him, lining their bodies up so Jaskier’s cock slid against his hard abs.

“Legs up, little dove.” It was Eskel who instructed him, Geralt too busy leaning in for a kiss. As one witcher plundered his mouth, the other helped Jaskier move his legs as instructed, large hands curling around his thighs to push them up towards his chest.

The first press of Geralt’s cock against his hole had Jaskier jumping for joy inside. Finally, the bastard was easing inside, inch by glorious inch, and it felt like heaven.

Reclining back into Eskel, Jaskier tipped his head back against his shoulder, moaning up at the ceiling as Geralt bottomed out. Fuck, he felt incredible. Geralt’s cock was perfect, long and thick with a slight curve that made Jaskier feel like he was melting with every slow drag in and out.

It was the tease of more against his entrance that had Jaskier ready to cry all over again. One of Geralt’s thick fingers, slicked once again with oil, pushed it’s way inside alongside his prick on one slow thrust, and Jaskier had to clench his jaw to stop from yelling too loudly.

“Oh my fucking God, Geralt!” Okay, maybe he did yell pretty loudly, his hips involuntarily bucking towards Geralt who was clearly trying to take it slow. Fuck that, Jaskier wanted it all.

It seemed like an age before Geralt added a second finger, the stretch even more pronounced. It like the thickest of the wooden phalluses they’d used as part of his training so far, and knowing there was still more to come was sweet torture.

“You’re doing so well, Julek. So good for us,” Eskel’s words combined with his soothing touch and then Geralt’s heated kisses and the burning stretch of his cock and his fingers had Jaskier’s head swimming.

He barely registered Geralt’s fingers slipping from him, but he did register the unrelenting, hard press of wood against his opening.

When they’d discussed doing this, they’d decided to use one of the smaller phalluses. It was maybe five inches in length, a little over an inch in diameter. Jaskier had thought it’d be a breeze.

This was not a breeze. This was torture. Slow, agonising, glorious torture.

“O—Oh fuck, oh God.” Jaskier was breathless, the pressure so much and somehow not enough. He was on fire, burning from the inside out, and the only thing keeping him from flying away entirely was Eskel’s warm hands, strong arms, soft lips.

“You’re amazing, Julek, so incredible. Taking him so well…” Eskel kissed along Jaskier’s neck, nipping occasionally at sensitive skin. The dark-haired witcher kept touching him, sword-calloused hands gliding over flushed red skin, toying with sensitive nipples, keeping him grounded.

“You are, holy… Feel amazing, my dove. Gods, so tight,” Geralt sounded wrecked, his voice tight, words hissed through his teeth like it was physically paining him to hold back.

Jaskier could relate, if he was honest. It felt like he was moments away from breaking apart.

And then one of Eskel’s hands left his body and his thick fingers gripped the base of the wooden phallus, taking over from Geralt.

And then the two of them began moving in tandem. Every time Geralt pulled back, Eskel would plunge forward. When he eased the toy halfway out, Geralt would grind his hips forward.

Geralt’s fingers curled around Jaskier’s long neglected prick loosely, barely enough to be called a fist, and that was it. Three short strokes and Jaskier finally fell apart, cock spurting so hard his back bowed, streaks of cum splattering over his belly and chest.

“That’s it, fuck. Good boy, good boy,” both witchers descended on Jaskier, covering his face, neck, and shoulders with sweet kisses. He felt euphoric, like he’d left his body and was watching the scene take place from above.

Clenching down weakly around Geralt and the phallus seemed to trigger something in his white-haired lover as he leaned back up, propped up on his palms, to fuck into Jaskier hard. Each thrust of his hips had his cock hitting the spot inside Jaksier that made him see stars but now it felt like electricity coursing through him.

Behind him, Eskel wasn’t faring much better. His fucking huge cock ground into the small of his back, rutting against him desperately as he chased his own orgasm.

Geralt spilled first, twitching deep inside Jaskier, filling him with ropes of cum. As Geralt ground deep, Eskel carefully eased the phallus out of him, letting it drop onto the bed beside the three of them. That same large hand curled around Jaskier’s sharp hipbone as he pulled the bard back into him, thick head digging into his lower back as he got closer and closer to completion.

And oh, fuck, when he came, he came. Jaskier felt painted from top to tail as Eskel spilled, shooting loads all over him. The three of them shuddered together, Geralt barely holding himself up over Jaskier as he mouthed at his neck, Eskel panting against his nape as one hand palmed his belly.

And Jaskier? He laid between them, shaking like a leaf.

Fuck, he thought, arms heavy as he reached his hands up to pet both his witchers heads. He couldn’t wait to take Eskel at last.

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #geraskel #geralt x jaskier x eskel #manda writes

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ghostinthelibrarywrites · 1 year

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From one of my Fandom Trumps Hate fics:

Heights have never particularly bothered Jaskier before, but he's never found himself riding a skittish pony up a steep mountain trail with a wall of rock on one side, and a seemingly endless drop on the other.

When he glances down, all he sees is an endless expanse of trees, rendered as tiny as toys at this height. It's a stunning view, one that makes his stomach lurch with nausea. It feels like nothing short of hubris to be up this high. Mortal men weren't meant to look down on trees.

"Helps if you don't look down, lad," the witcher riding in front of Jaskier, a tawny-skinned man with a shaved head and pockmarked cheeks, says helpfully. He's the only one of the four witchers who met the Redanian delegation at the bottom of the mountain who has said a word to Jaskier, or really much of anything at all.

Send me a 🌹 and I'll post a snippet of a WIP

#i have no idea if this is going to be geraskier or geraskel yet #but i'm having fun with it either way

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inexplicifics · 5 months

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First cuddle for Jaskier/Geralt/Eskel?

It's been a long damn time, Anon, but it's HERE on AO3!

#questions answered #ask meme #cuddle prompts #geraskel

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doveskinkcollection · 2 years

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Welcome to my DD realm.

Hello everyone and welcome to a exclusively DD content account.

Right now I’m obsessing over The Witcher, being my new hyperfixation.

Ships I enjoy reading/writing: - Geraskier, my absolutely favourite. - Witchersexual Jaskier (Jaskier with any of the wolves or with all of them together) - Lambden (Lambert/Aiden) - Lambskel (Lambert/Eskel) - Geraskel (Geralt/Eskel) - Vesemir (with anyone, I just want that man balls deep into someone and being happy) - Ciri with the Wolves Ships I would try to write: - Jaskier/Valdo - Letho with anybody - Ciri with others

What should you expect from this account? - Underage - Monsterfuckery - Bestiality - Non-con - Dub-con - Con-non-con What you wouldn’t find here: - Scat -Torture - Necrophilia Prompts / AMA:

- Yes, you can talk to me, ask me anything and even request prompts if you want, you already have the list with my DO’s and DON’Ts. You can find me on Ao3 too as Ephialtia_Nightmares.

#dead dove do not eat #dd fanfiction #the witcher #the witcher fanficion

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officerjennie · 1 year

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for the writer asks: 🫘, 👾, 🦷, and 💥 :)

☑ (close enough) - Spill the beans. What's a new project you're working on this year?

Several. Always picking up new ones. Which is a serious issue 😂 Most recent is a mafia AU that's been living in my head rent free.

But I seriously have a problem with starting fics, posting part of them, and they stay in WIP Limbo. So I'm trying to finish new WIPs before I start posting them. Hopefully that works out for me.

🐙 (also close enough) - Do you have any "bad" writing habits you want to break?

Hopping to new WIPs instead of finishing old ones. That's the big one and I'm trying i promise 😂😂

🦷 - Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're dreading to write?

Nope! Despite not writing much these days (I've been crocheting more than anything else), it's not due to dreading anything. Some WIPs don't spark joy atm but they will eventually, it just all goes in cycles.

💥- Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

Listen i am stupid excited about this fucking mafia AU, but typing on the tumblr browser app version glitches out so much idk if I can go off on the tangent I want to about it. But like. It all started when I read a Geraskel mafia fic for the second time (I'd link but glitching) and I was like "I want more of this" - so I thought of my own Geraskel mafia fic which includes:

AOB because i have a problem

Trans female Jaskier who is beautiful and I love her

Eskel the enforcer who is only soft and sweet with his wife Jaskier (are they married at the start? Are they just dating? Who knows i don't i haven't started it yet)

Grey-morals Geralt who has never once heard of this thing you call "communication" and also had a single emotion once and hated it (yes he ends up wrapped around Jaskier's finger, just don't point it out to him)

Geralt and Eskel very VERY slowly falling in love but they don't notice because they're idiots (and homophobic culture)

Lots of smut

Did I mention mafia AU

I wanna write it so bad but I can't justify starting yet another new WIP

#Asks #Writer asks

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crushcandles · 1 year

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[Geralt/Jaskier/Eskel, TWN, 373, alpha/omega/alpha]

Eskel appears through the bushes near midnight. Geralt's alone at the fire. His neck prickles and he reaches for his sword, but relaxes when he makes out Eskel's shape, scents him, tired but triumphant.

"Good evening, stranger," Eskel says, smiling, swinging his own sword sheath off his back.

"You were gone a week. I didn't forget you."

Eskel sits on a rock near Geralt, sighing as his arse hits the hot stone, as he drops his sword beside him.

"I saw you reaching," he murmurs. He rubs his chin. "I know I haven't shaved, but I can't look that different."

"I recognize you," Geralt insists. He shrugs his shoulders in his cloak uncomfortably and stares down the fire. "I'm just on edge."

Eskel stretches luxuriantly until his spine pops. "Hmm, why? More bandits and monsters than when I left?"

"No," Geralt says as the fire pops, showering sparks down on the dirt in front of their boots. "Jaskier's in heat."

Eskel leans forward, firelight catching on his stubble, making the gleam in his eye sparkle. "Oh," he murmurs. "And you can't take care of him yourself?"

That rankles Geralt enough that he huffs from deep in his chest. He found Jaskier first, protected him from interlopers, and mated with him for years before Eskel joined them.

"I can," Geralt grunts. "You just never know who's going to come through the trees in the middle of the night."

Eskel snorts and puts a calming hand on Geralt's leg. "I'll help you rip apart any other bastard who comes here."

"Thanks," Geralt says, hackles lowering with each pass on Eskel's fingers over his thigh. It's a relief to have him back, to see him well, and know he's looking out for them. Geralt touches his wrist, the strength of the bones, the softness of the skin there.

Eskel pets Geralt and allows Geralt to pet him in return for a moment before he squeezes Geralt's leg and stands. He reaches for the leather belt around his waist that holds his potions satchel and smaller weapons, unbuckling it, draping it over his sword.

"Hold the watch a little longer," he murmurs, passing his hand over Geralt's fire-warm forehead, through his hair before heading to the tent.

#¯\_(ツ)_/¯#this is not the crushcandles a/b/o you're looking for #but it is /a/ crushcandles a/b/o #my fic #geraskel #??#the witcher #a/b/o

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kuripon · 2 years

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Team Bingo 2: Smut

Written for @thepassifloradiscord Team Bingo Event for the smut cards. I had the 'first time' and 'laughing during sex' spaces. Check out @jaskierswolf and Yu for their spaces on the card!

– Geralt/Jaskier | 447 words | M | It's Jaskier's first time, and he's very nervous. Geralt isn't. –

"So, I found a manual online."

"For gay sex?"

"Yes, for gay sex." Jaskier's hands are shaking as they flip through the freshly printed pages.

"Do we need it?" Geralt thinks they can figure it out on their own.

"Of course!" Jaskier stands from the bed, pacing around the small bedroom, nude as the day he was born. "I don't want to hurt you, I don't want you to hurt me, this is just the best course of action for the both of us, really. I mean, it gives really precise measurements on how much lube to use, how long to kiss, erogenous zones on the body, all of it. We can't go wrong with this."

Geralt just watches him pace, desire thrumming underneath his skin, with a smile on his lips as he lounges back on his bed.

"Don't smirk at me!"

"Not a smirk," Geralt rumbles. "Come here."

Jaskier pouts at him and goes to him, sitting in the curve of his body. Geralt takes the manual from Jaskier, tosses it to the side, out of sight, and then lays a hand on Jaskier's knee, rubbing soothingly.

"Can you take a deep breath for me, Jask?" Geralt counts him through it, getting him to hold it and blow it out.

"Okay. You know how everyone's body is different?" He waits until Jaskier nods. "Do you think they could tell me how to give you pleasure?"

Jaskier bites his bottom lip. Geralt does his best to muffle his groan, but the redness on Jaskier's cheeks tells him he heard him.

"Exactly." Geralt leans forward to press a kiss to Jaskier's shoulder. "I think we should take our time." Here, a kiss to Jaskier's neck, right where his pulse is strongest. "Listen to each other." Right behind Jaskier's ear, taking in the short gasp from Jaskier. "And listen to our bodies."

Jaskier nods eagerly, his hand clutching Geralt's thigh.

"Right now, your body is telling me that you liked that. So what if I did it again?" Geralt presses a sucking kiss to the same spot, feeling the shudder run through Jaskier's body.

"Gods, Geralt..."

Geralt turns Jaskier and pushes him to the bed, making space for himself between Jaskier's legs. He spreads his kisses all over Jaskier's body, looking for the sensitivities that wind Jaskier tighter and tighter, until he's bursting with need.

Jaskier gasps sharply, clutching at Geralt's shoulders. "Okay, all right! You've proven your point." Geralt smirks. Jaskier laughs, though he tugs Geralt up for a deep kiss. When the need to breathe breaks them apart, Jaskier presses his forehead to Geralt's.

"Get the oil, you bastard. Show me how you feel inside me."

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– Geralt/Eskel/Jaskier | 308 words | E | It's their first night back at Kaer Morhen together and they're celebrating. | cw: penetration –

He tries to hold it back. He does, honestly and sincerely. However, in as ridiculous a situation as this, Jaskier can't hold back his laughter, curling up from the force of it.

If anyone were to tell Jaskier in his youth that he'd be curled up, naked, cackling on the floor as two of his lovers watched him from over the edge of the bed, well. He'd have believed them, he's sure.

Geralt is the first to speak after his laughter dies down.

"You okay?"

"Says the one who knocked me off the bed in the first place!" Jaskier points out, swiping at Geralt's loose hair hanging down.

"No, was Eskel." Geralt's voice is still rough with desire.

Eskel pushes at Geralt's shoulder and extends a hand to Jaskier to help him up. Jaskier takes the hand gratefully, using it to pull himself up. He goes with the motion, following through with a push to Eskel, straddling him as he falls to his back. These witchers, so stoic and immovable otherwise, allow him so much freedom with their bodies. It's intoxicating everytime Jaskier is reminded.

"Thank you, love." Jaskier leans down to press a kiss to Eskel's generous lips.

"Always and forever," Eskel says, before looking over at Geralt. "I'm just as eager as you are, Wolf, but let's not try to break our bard, hm?"

Jaskier looks back at Geralt, watching as he prowls towards him and Eskel, his eyes once again molten gold. Geralt braces a hand against Jaskier's lower back, the other wrapping around Eskel's hard cock. He strokes him several times before positioning him against Jaskier's hole. Jaskier moans softly, his hands kneading into Eskel's generous chest, the pressure sending a lick of electricity up his spine before he leans back into it, taking Eskel's girth into him once more.

"Now, where were we?"

#Geralt of Rivia #Jaskier #Eskel #Geralt/Jaskier #Geraskier #Geraskel #Geralt/Jaskier/Eskel #The Witcher #WHY IS SMUT SO HARD TO WRITE #gods #but I did it in the end #kuri's writing

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ptashechkapropela · 2 years

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The wedding of Olgierd & Iris 💔

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luteandsword · 2 years

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Fave geraskier/geraskel/otp of the three fics for the month of February!

I thought I would continue this little cycle of reccing fics every month! Thanks for all the love on the month of January-- you can find it in my pinned, along with my own writing.

CODE: ★= NSFW.

GERASKIER

what my heart just yearns to say by navavenue (5.5k, canon, hurt/comfort, love confessions. So gentle and sweet-- tempted to use these nicknames myself <3)

Summary: The first time it happens, Jaskier is certain he’s misheard Geralt terribly.

“Honestly,” Geralt’s saying, as he stomps off, “It’s like you’ve got no sense of self-preservation! That was reckless and foolish. Are you trying to die, liebling?”

Jaskier draws up short, even his hacking coughs pausing for a moment. Surely he’s misheard that. There’s no way.

~*~

OR: Geralt only uses terms of endearments in dead languages.

5 times Jaskier doesn’t understand Geralt’s use of them, and 1 time he finally does.

a little white truth by @officerjennie (976 words, Trans! Geralt, coffee shop date, modern au. Beautiful questioning about gender, and soft cuddles).

Summary: Out of the blue on a coffee date, Jaskier starts wondering aloud if he's really being honest with everyone about his gender. Geralt struggles to help him realize it's not dishonest to give people a quick and easy truth rather than explain every bit of who he is.

The Courting Season by anarchycox (47k, literally Geralt wooing Jaskier with the aid of Ciri-- it’s so well written and touching and hilarious!)

Summary: Over winter at Kaer Morhen with Ciri, Geralt realizes that he loves Jaskier, and has for years. Everyone at the keep decides the only logical thing that can happen is that Geralt court and wed Jaskier. But Geralt wants to do it properly. So the strongest, most fearsome warriors in all the land, research how to woo a minor noble and send Geralt back into the world with elaborate lists and a game plan. And it all is going great. Courting turns out to be a lot easier than he expected. He and Jaskier will be married well before the return to Kaer Morhen for the winter! Jaskier is thrilled to have his best friend back, and be off adventuring again. Geralt is behaving a bit oddly, but well, people get weird sometimes.

A fic where Jaskier is the romantically clueless one. Just because he sings about love, doesn't mean he'll see it - even when it is Witcher sized and holding flowers right in his face.

all was taken away from you (even existence) by not_my_circus (44k, modern au, abusive relationships, hurt/comfort, non-human Jaskier. God this was so well written and incredible!)

Summary: Two years after a car wreck cost him all of his memories, Julian had settled into his new-not-new life and was content enough. A boyfriend of five years, his doctor, and his job at the Blue Mountain Nature Center -a lovely little place just outside of the city and not far from the Witcher's Keep- made for a nice life. Or at least a more or less decent one. Sure he felt like things were missing but, as Valdo and Dr. S said, of course he felt like that, he had amnesia. A little excitement every now and again helped. Like the new visitor at the Center. And this other new visitor. This one too. A little excitement every now and again helped. And so did getting to pretend that he was important enough for it to be purposeful when these Witchers and Witches seemed to seek him out to chat.

Meanwhile, in the nearly three years since Jaskier's kidnapping and presumed murder, the Kaer Morhen family had had to accept that the musician's fate would be an ever painful mystery they couldn't get answers to. And a question about taking care of Lil' Bleater didn't seem like the type of thing that would change that.

A Little Human Contact by Quallian42 (58k, Asexual Geralt, emotional hurt/comfort, Jaskier is so sweet in this-- a very wholesome and healthy relationship!)

Summary: Geralt has now been officially divorced for longer than he has been married. Eskel and Lambert celebrate by buying him a session with a professional cuddler named Jaskier. Sometimes a little human contact can change everything.

Our Broken Hearts, They Match by @witchersgoldenbard (22k, heartbroken! Jaskier, Jaskier and Renfri are siblings, just so much angst and heartbreak, but happy ending. Nat is a insanely good writer, and this made me feel... god, so many emotions!)

Summary: "Yennefer and I are getting married."

Jaskier is notorious for being bad at keeping secrets, but there has been one he has been keeping under deadlock for years now: he's in love with Geralt, his best friend. Not only that, but his twin sister Renfri has fallen for Geralt's girlfriend, Yennefer. So, when Geralt and Yennefer announce their engagement, the siblings are devastated and decide not to show up at the wedding. Now, if only Jaskier could say no to Geralt and make this whole thing easier for everyone involved.

You, Forever by inanoldhouseinparis (16k! Fake dating au, seriously hilarious and so well done.)

Summary: "Julian," his mother interrupted before Jaskier could reply, "if he wasn't trying to assassinate you, why would he be climbing in your bedroom window?"

“Well, you see,” Jaskier was flustered.”Geralt is… Geralt and I, we, uh… That is to say…”

"We're engaged," Geralt interrupted at the same time Jaskier stammered out. “We’re lovers.”

“Engaged!” His mother sounded delighted. “Oh, Julian! Why didn’t you tell me?”

Jaskier was giving a look somewhere in between incredulous and thinly veiled anger - a look that Geralt had never seen end well for the recipient - before he smoothed his face and looked at his mother. “You see, Mother, we had just gotten engaged right before I heard the news about Father. So we decided to wait the appropriate year of mourning before we announced it. We didn’t want to be disrespectful.”

“You could have at least told me, though, Julian,” chided his mother. “You’ve been here for months.”

“Yes, well, I uh, I was waiting until Geralt got here so we could tell you together. Mother, may I introduce you to my fiance, the White Wolf, Geralt of Rivia.”

★ Heart Exchange by @jaskiersvalley(78k, dom/sub relationship, past yenralt, sub! Geralt, dom! Jaskier... This made me literally gasp so many times. Also made me happy because Jaskier is such a good dom, please give my friend so much love!)

Summary: When Yennefer announced she had found herself a sub to go exclusive with, Geralt was left with few options but to follow her advice and go to a club to get what he needed. He didn't anticipate meeting Jaskier who was so very different to any dom he'd been with before. It was only natural that Geralt pushed the limits.

★ (Synonyms for) Tired by EyesUpMarksman (39k, modern au, equestrian au, warnings for drug addiction/alcohol abuse, getting back together, hurt/comfort. This fic was insane-- the worldbuilding, the ending, the smut... fuck.)

Summary: Geralt has been working on the Pankratz Elite Stables for a few years, spending most of his time with his usual mount Roach. It's the start of the summer, and as Alfred Pankratz starts intensifying his eventers' training, his son returns home from college for the summer.

Love you as you truly are by @karolincki (3k, tooth rotting fluff, humor, Geralt has ears and a tail and it’s so so so soft. Karo is a dream at writing fluff <3

Summary: Jaskier and Geralt have been together now for five months, but there are some things that Jaskier doesn’t know yet about Geralt.

Or 5 times Geralt shows his cutagens and one time Jaskier realises Geralt isn’t even the strangest witcher.

★ Your Scent Calls Me, Bids Me Home by anarchycox (80k, ABO dynamics, omega Jaskier, alpha geralt, pack dynamics. Gave me so many soft feels)

The Price of a Touch by kathkin(12k, hurt/comfort, touch starved Geralt. Made me lose about an ounce of sanity in the best way possible.)

Summary: The wolf school is the last school of witchers to create a formal bond with a region of the world, not particularly caring to play those games, but they also needed to survive. Vesemir arranges a mating contract between Geralt and Julian Pankratz of Lettenhove.

Geralt knows that as the alpha of their pack he has to do this, but he is terrified of the marriage, worried about the omega who is going to be saddled with the butcher, the monster the continent fears.

He dreads the wedding, and all his fears feel like they are coming true when he meets this Julian who is completely detached and cold. But not all is as it seems and when they arrive home at Kaer Morhen for winter, everything changes.

And sometimes when we face our worst fears, we get instead our sweetest dreams.

The Mouths of Babes by mrhd(62k, de-aging fic, established relationship, lots of fluff and Geralt being a fascinating child. Warning for nightmares).

Summary: Geralt remembered, dimly, the feel of gentle hands on his skin. A hand in his. A kiss pressed to his forehead. A hand touching his sticky, sickly face, and recoiling. A cry of shock and pain. A glimpse of blistered skin.

“How long has it been?” Jaskier said. “Since somebody touched you?”

The mutagens used to make boys into witchers leave poison in their skin, in their hair, in their blood. To touch a witcher is agony. To get too close to one is deadly.

Jaskier doesn't seem to care.

Summary: After a talk with a sorcerer goes wrong, Jaskier is left with a child version of his partner. He and Geralt travel, looking for a cure, learning more about each other along the way.

Publicity Pandemonium by @wren-of-the-woods (2.2k, talk show interview, very fluffy and sweet, made me laugh outloud!)

Summary: Jaskier, a musician with a quickly-growing fanbase, is asked to do an interview before his newest album is released. To his surprise, he is also asked about his relationship with Geralt Rivia, an actor whose connections to Jaskier have recently been subject to great speculation on the internet -- speculation that may be closer to the truth than anyone expects.

★ Socially Acceptable Ways to Meet Your Soulmate by Elpie (Horribibble) (4.2k, porn actors, ABO dynamics, knotting, soulmates. Ha, this was so hot, and so touching at the same time--- *trails off into incoherence*.

Just Kitten Around by @kueble (series, kitten Jaskier, modern au. Threw me into headspace, and was so cute and adorable. )

Summary

Jaskier's parents weren't precisely keen on their oldest Omega child going to Oxenfurt to learn art.

So they told him to pay off his own student debt.

Which means they can't technically get mad at him for going in for a camera test at Vengeance Studios.

An AU where Alphas can't knot without medical assistance.

Or their soulmate.

Summary: Jaskier isn't sure how Geralt will react when he brings up kitten play.

GERASKEL

★ for years or for hours by @ghostinthelibrarywrites (52k, modern with magic, time travel, curses, eventual polyamorous relationship and fluffy sex! I cried.)

Geraskefer

Summary: After Geralt vanishes on a routine hunt, Eskel searches for him in vain, grieves, and moves on. Nearly eight hundred years later, he lives a quiet life as a farmer outside of Oxenfurt and is in a serious relationship with Jaskier, an adorable college professor.

But when Geralt wakes from a centuries-long sleep into an entirely new world and Jaskier finds him on the side of the road, the arrival of Eskel's lost love brings with it heartache, peril, and the chance for a new love.

Even Just a Little by @kueble (1.3k, light dom/sub but it’s not sexual. Yennefer is just aiding Jaskier into a headspace, and the otp of the three is implied. Dearest Kate is such a fantastic writer!)

Summary: Jaskier has been holding himself together with booze and humor for far too long, and she is so grateful to help, even just a little.

★ Dating Game by TheMalapert (6k, getting together, Yenralt have sex next to Jaskier while he’s asleep, but it’s fluffy besides that!)

Summary: Jaskier, armed with his trusty margarita, can’t help himself when Geralt and Yennefer start bombing a couples question game at their own dinner party. He ends up taking over, and the game reveals a little bit more than wether he knows their favorite ice cream toppings.

and again, and again, and again by kathkin (5.2k, Geralt and Yennefer are immortal, Jaskier reincarnates and they find him every time. So sweet and lovely, Kathkin is a fantastic author).

★ the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid by suzukiblu (8k, arranged marriage au, Geralt is drugged and Jask+Yen take care of him. Praise kink, multiple orgasms... god it was SO hot!)

Summary: “I’m your lover from a past life,” said Geralt.

“Oh,” said Jaskier. “Okay. Well. I’ve heard a lot of pick up lines in my time but that, that’s a new one on me, actually.”

“It’s not a pick up line.”

“It’s not?” Jaskier sat dubiously back in his chair. “So. Are you – not trying to pick me up?”

Geralt looked askance. “I guess it’s a pick up line.”

Geralt and Yennefer live forever; Jaskier lives again, and again. It takes him a while to come around to the idea.

Summary: The wedding’s going to be tonight, presumably so no one involved has time to get cold feet, which gives Geralt just enough time to clean up and get the dirt off his armor and overthink every tiny little detail of this arrangement.

As always, I am Tarkovsky on A03 (DD content on there), and this is Lou, signing off. January Fic Rec.

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