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sweetpeapod · 1 year
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Flirting (Wasn't Flirting)
My first Jaskier x Reader 🥺 I hope you like it! Title from Wild Blue Yonder by The Amazing Devil.
Warnings: smut 18+ minors DNI, teasing, gn!reader, enemies to lovers (kind of? begrudging friends to lovers?), kidnapped Jaskier, tied up Jaskier, blowjobs, no orgasm, kind of mean reader, dubcon elements, no explicit consent but he's into it.
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"You took your bloody time." Jaskier huffs. His voice as melodic as it was annoying. Nothing out of the ordinary there. 
You ignore the bard in favor of wiping the crimson blood from your blade, his captors laying deathly still on the ground outside.
Jaskier had meant to stay behind at the camp while you & Geralt dealt with a rather nasty group of drowners nearby. But of course, when had the bard ever listened to either of you?
Geralt had tasked you with dealing with the trouble magnet that is Jaskier. And it didn't take long to find him. Considering his captors were after information regarding the Witcher, they didn't bother to cover their tracks very well, if at all.
"Aren't we forgetting something?" Jaskier's voice cuts through the silence of the dingy ruins. "It's a bit rude is all I'm saying, leaving a man in my condition, tied to a particularly uncomfortable chair."
"Do you ever shut up?" You groan as you stalk towards him, eyes focused on his bound wrists & ankles. "I'm surprised they didn't gag you."
"And what, may I ask, crawled up your exceptionally lovely bottom & died?" The smirk on his face has you biting back some rather uncouth words as his eyes drop dramatically to the curve of your ass. 
But it does give way to an idea.
A bad idea.
A very bad, very tempting idea.
A sure fire way to make him shut that pretty mouth, or at least have it sing a rather more alluring song.
It's not like you haven't thought about it before. What it would be like to swallow his words, forcing his silence with your own lips on his ridiculously soft looking ones.
And truly, how did anyone, travelling the Path as they have been, have any right to have lips that deliously soft looking.
"Hello? Are you ignoring me now? Well- well that's just a tad childish, don't you think? I have been tortured within an inch of my life." You raise an eyebrow, making a show of looking over his barely scathed body, "Fine, but it was extremely traumatic I'll have you know." Jaskier huffs, a small pout making its way onto those tempting lips.
You say nothing as you close the distance between yourself and the bard. Only pausing for a second to really think before slowly, purposefully, dropping to your knees in front of him.
"What are you doing?" Jaskier struggles in his binds, pulling uselessly at the rope, not quite trusting the smirk that now plays on your lips.
You watch his questioning eyes as they drop to the knife, still safely secured against your hip. 
And he gulps heavily, those bright blue's falling onto your face as your fingers ignore the blade entirely. Instead walking a soft path up his thighs. They trail higher and higher until the bard's voice comes out at an unnaturally high octave.
"Aren't-" He jolts when your palm ghosts over the crotch of his trousers, "Ah-aren't you going to untie me?"
You can't help but feel the pride that sits in your chest as you hear the slight breathlessness in his words, over such a small touch nonetheless. 
"Where's the fun in that?"
You make short work of the ties that keep him contained within his trousers, unlacing them with a softer touch than you think you've ever used with him. Your lips part, allowing a barely there laugh to escape as you feel his stirring prink twitch against your wrist.
"Are you- wh-what are you doing?" Jaskier's breath hitches, leaving him to stutter on his questions as you tease your calloused fingers over his bare flesh, the muscle hardening under your touch.
It's flushed pink and red when you finally expose him to the cold air of the abandoned ruins. The sight has you salivating, watching a pearl of precum bead at the tip of his weeping slit as he continues to grow in your hand.
You glance up at him, lips parted merely a breath away from his aching cock. But you don't move. You simply watch him, your fingers clenched around the base of his throbbing prick as you search for any sign that he might not want this, might not want you.
But all he does is whimper. Hips trying helplessly to rut up towards your waiting mouth. And it's enough to have your tongue flick over the slit, a salty headiness blooming on your taste buds that has your body thrumming, thighs clenching together.
"Shit." Jaskier whines above you. "Okay, yes, that's- ah, keep doing that." He continues talking, even as you wrap your lips tightly around him, hollowing your cheeks and sucking, teasingly, on the senstive head of his aching cock.
You pull off with a deafening 'pop'. A trail of spit keeping you connected. That image alone has him almost begging you not to stop.
"Stop talking, Jaskier." You wait until he nods, still staring at you in disbelief as you run your tongue from head to base, swirling around the throbbing muscle.
The only sounds that echo throughout the ruins are his quiet, restrained groans and the wet slide of your mouth on his pretty cock.
It doesn't take long to feel the thick vein on the underside of his prick begin to pulse, not when you take his heavy balls in your hand, tugging gently on the sensitive sack in a way that has the bard keening above you.
You run your tongue along the vein, letting yourself suckle on the flushed head for just a moment longer before releasing him from your mouth.
You almost feel bad, watching as it pulses pathetically, so close to release yet not quite close enough. The angry red tip almost tempting you back in.
Jaskier stares at you, blue eyes brimming with unshed tears of frustration. You smile up at him from between his legs, lip caught between your teeth.
"Wha-" His question hangs unfinished in the air as you cut the ropes that bind him.
"Next time, you'll listen to us when we tell you to stay put, hm?"
He opens and closes his mouth, as if he wants to argue. His cheeks are flushed, sweat beading on his forehead. You like him like this, you think, lost for words.
"Are you coming, flower?" You taunt as you stand, walking out the broken down building with an extra bounce to your step. You leave your bard to tuck his needy cock away, listening for him to come trailing after you.
"That's- Wait, that's not fair!"
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Keeping You Warm
Pairing: Jaskier x reader
Summary: Sad bard turns up soaking on reader's doorstep during a storm, so they offer to give him a bath to warm him up. Comfort and cute bath fluff ensues
Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff! Nothing explicit but it does get a bit steamy... Maybe a little angst but not really.
Words: 2159
A/N: I wrote this ages ago but forgot to post it. Hope you enjoy!
He was the last person you'd expected to see tonight, especially not looking like this. Dripping wet, brown fringe plastered onto his delicate face, soft blue eyes staring sadly down at you. He shivered, numb fingers trying in vain to hold his soaked doublet closed across his chest, which was heaving with ragged breaths of exhaled steam.
Behind him, rain mercilessly tore up the muddy ground, the light from the lantern by the front door casting odd shadows on the shimmering ground.
A puddle formed on your doorstep as you stared in disbelief at your old friend.
"Jaskier? What are you doing here?"
He attempted a smile, opening his mouth to respond, but was suddenly overtaken by a coughing fit, doubling over. You rushed forward, reaching for his shoulder and guiding him inside, pulling the door shut behind you.
"S-sorry..." he muttered shakily. He managed a smile as his eyes met yours. "It's good to see you."
You beamed back at him.
"It's good to see you too, Jask." You threw your arms around him, squeezing him tightly as he wrapped his own arms around you, firm hands pressing into your back. You relaxed in his embrace, smiling into his shoulder. He really was soaked, and the brush of his fingers through your shirt felt like ice. You finally pulled back.
"What the hell were you thinking, being out in that storm? You could have frozen to death!"
"Yeah, I know. I just... Needed to see you. And my weather forecasting skills are unfortunately lacking."
You sighed. "Well, at least you're here now. Come on, let's get you warmed up."
You pressed a kiss to his cheek, the warm touch of your lips making him blush slightly, obvious against his cold, paled skin, and led him by the hand towards your crackling fireplace.
"We'll get you out of those wet clothes, and then run you a bath," you said, looking him up and down to determine which of your garments would best fit him.
"So keen to get me undressed?" he smirked. You punched his arm.
"Don't flatter yourself," you winked.
"You'll freeze to death if you stay in those soaked clothes."
You turned to leave the room, but Jaskier quickly reached out and took your hand in his own, pulling you back and staring deep into your eyes.
"Thank you," he said, rubbing his thumb absentmindedly against your fingers, traces of playfulness wiped from his face, replaced with a genuine appreciation for your actions.
You swallowed.
"You're welcome, dear heart," you whispered.
***
You returned with a blanket just as Jaskier was pulling off his shirt. His doublet was neatly folded over the back of a chair by the fire, and his boots lay discarded on the floor. You approached the shirtless bard, eyeing his exposed form. He was still quite skinny and slender, skin soft and chest covered in a thick coat of dark hair, but he appeared fitter now, more muscular.
"Here. Wear this until the bath is ready," you smiled encouragingly, moving towards him with the large blanket outstretched and indicating a chair nearby. He sat, and you leaned in to wrap the blanket around his still shivering form, feeling his warm breath on your face as you pulled it over his bare shoulders. He wriggled cutely in the chair, getting comfy, his movements prompting you to giggle.
"What is it?" he asked, oblivious to the effect he had on you. In response you simply leaned closer to him, resting your forehead against his. You both closed your eyes, and he sighed at your touch.
"I've missed you so much, Jask," you whispered, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek.
"I didn't realise how much I needed you in my life until you left," you admitted.
"Don't worry, love. I'm not going anywhere," he said, voice a low rumble. You made the mistake of opening your eyes, and were met with an intense electric blue gaze, which was locked on your own. Your eyes flicked down to his party open lips, tantalisingly close, and suddenly you kissed him, quickly, strongly and filled with longing.
Then you came to your senses - you'd just kissed your best friend. The two of you had always been close, but this was something different.
"Oh. Oh god, Jaskier, I'm so sorry, I don't know what I-"
He silenced you with a passionate kiss of his own, letting the blanket fall away as he pulled you closer with an arm around your waist and a hand on the back of your head. He moaned into your lips, eventually pulling away.
"You've got no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he smiled, brushing his fingers along your cheek.
"Me too," you whispered, pulling him closer, warm lips back on your own.
***
Jaskier sank beneath the steaming water, groaning with relief as the weight was taken off his aching muscles. He sank down lower beneath the bubbles, closing his eyes and sighing.
"Just how long were you riding to get here, Jask?" you asked, turned away from him as you gathered a collection of soaps and scents from around the room.
"Oh, I don't know. A week? Two weeks? Don't worry about it."
You spun around, brow creased with concern.
"Don't worry? You were alone, without protection, on the road for two weeks. For what? To see me? I'm not worth the risk, Jask. You should have waited for Geralt."
"He was... busy, and like I said, I needed to see you - and you are absolutely worth the risk, dear heart." He did his best to look sweet, pouting and staring right at you with his intoxicating blue eyes. It worked.
You shook your head, unable to mask your smile as you moved over to the bath, setting the soaps down on a nearby table. You smeared shampoo onto your hands and moved closer to the bard.
"What- what are you doing?"
He pulled back as you reached towards him.
"What do you think I'm doing? I'm washing your hair."
He glanced uncertainly at you, swallowing nervously.
"It's alright, really. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. Just go take care of yourself. Besides, the greasy look rather suits me, don't you thi-"
You swiftly leaned in, kissing him gently.
"I knew that would shut you up," you smirked. "Now, please," you whispered, "let me look after you for once."
He nodded slowly, and you kissed him again, before pulling away to sit on a stool positioned behind him. He gratefully sank back against the edge of the bath as you buried your hands in his soft brown hair, massaging in the soap. Jaskier hummed in satisfaction as you rubbed your hands against his scalp, forming a foamy layer over his hair.
He began to sing softly, occasionally sighing deeply as you passed your fingers through his hair. You poured warm water over his head to rinse the soap through.
"How does that feel, love?"
"It's wonderful. Thank you." he reached behind him to grab your wrist, pulling it around and placing a soft kiss on your hand.
You wrapped your other arm around him, one either side of his head, and leaned forward, burying your face in his shoulder from behind as you slid your hands down onto his partially submerged chest.
He hummed as you rubbed his chest, stroking a finger along his collarbone and enjoying the soft hair beneath your fingertips. You began kissing his neck, pressing your lips into the hot, sensitive skin and drawing a series of whimpers and little moans from the bard. He tilted his head, exposing more of his neck as you continued.
"Don't stop," he begged softly as you began to pull away.
"Patience, love." You shuffled your chair around to the side of the tub, before reaching towards Jaskier, turning his head to face yours. He groaned as your lips collided once more. You slid a hand behind his head, pulling him into you, and squeezed his shoulder with the other. His tongue darted greedily into your mouth, and you moaned. When you finally separated, he kept his eyes closed, lips parted, savouring the memory of your touch.
You stroked his face and he smiled, slowly opening his eyes. "We should do that again sometime," he sighed.
"How about now?"
***
Jaskier had finished his bath, which included lots of kissing, and even more touching. Now that your feelings were out in the open, Jaskier couldn't seem to keep his hands off you, rubbing your back, stroking your face, tracing his fingers - or lips - along your arm. You'd insisted on taking care of him, washing him with plenty of soaps and scents, gently massaging the mixtures into his soft skin as he hummed happily, eyes closed. As reluctant as he was to have someone take care of him for a change, he clearly enjoyed it.
Now, you were cuddled up in bed, beneath heaped blankets, bodies pressed tightly together. Jaskier lay almost on top of you, one leg thrown across your thighs, his bare chest pressed against you and his arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace.
He pressed a kiss to your forehead.
"Thank you, love."
"For what?"
He hesitated, pouting, searching for the right words.
"For caring. I don't usually... Well, not many do. Care about me, that is."
You sighed sadly, and kissed him gently.
"You deserve to be cared for, Jask. More than anyone I know. I see the way you spend so long looking after everyone else, making sure everyone's okay, but... no-one ever seems to return the favour."
He looked away, lowering his gaze, but you noticed his cheeks reddening and his eyes sparkling with fresh tears.
"I-" he croaked, unable to find the words. He'd clearly given this quite a bit of thought before you'd brought it up.
"Hey," you whispered, "It's okay."
You reached up to stroke his cheek, before gently turning his head to face you again. You met his deep blue-grey eyes, the flickering light of the fire reflected in them. Gods, were they gorgeous. Intoxicating.
"I love you, Jask."
He managed a smile.
"And I adore you."
His lips met yours again, and he squeezed you tighter, moaning into your mouth. You ran your fingers down his exposed back, making him shudder and increasing the array of sounds coming from his mouth.
When he finally pulled back for air, you took the chance to flip him onto his back, and lay on top of him. You wrapped your legs around his waist, running your hands over his chest as you deepened the kiss, feeling him exploring your mouth with his tongue and humming contentedly.
"So good for me... I don't deserve you..." you muttered praises against his lips.
Jaskier shuffled backwards, sitting up against the headboard as you settled in his lap.
You continued to kiss him, leaning over him to grasp his face in your hands and pressing your lips down into his.
Jaskier broke through the moans escaping both your mouths as he began to sing pieces of his newest song, snatching at the words between ragged breaths and passionate kisses. You laughed against his lips, prompting him to sing more, almost moaning out the words as you tugged playfully at his silky brown hair, twirling it in your fingers. You finally pulled back, and he tried to follow your lips with his own, eyes still closed, outlined with delicate lashes set against flushed red cheeks. You sighed at the sight of him, so desperate for your touch, but stopped him by running your hands down his chest. You pressed a quick kiss to his nose, which he scrunched as your lips made contact.
"You're so beautiful, Jask," you said, gently caressing his face, his features appearing almost elven in their candlelit beauty.
He looked up at you with eyes full of an equal amount of adoration. His gaze managed to make you weak, as always, and you gave into those big blue eyes, returning your lips to their place against his smile.
***
You lay on your back once again, the crackling of the fire and Jaskier's soft breathing creating a beautiful melody in your ears. He lay on top of you, and you could feel the vibrations of his breathing against your chest. You snuggled comfortably beneath his warm, heavy body. His arms were wrapped around you, and the blanket lay strewn across him, leaving the smooth curves of his shoulders and back visible in the dim light. You stroked his hair as he began to fall asleep, utterly exhausted, but stubbornly continuing to sing under his breath, despite being so tired.
Managing to place a soft kiss on your lips as he was drifting off, he breathed a soft "thank you, my love," against your skin, before relaxing in your arms and settling into a deep, contented sleep.
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princessaxoxo · 6 months
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Angered Infatuation
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Enemies to lovers
Geralt x reader 
Summary: Since the day you and Geralt met, the two of you couldn’t stand one another. But fate seemed to always bring you both together. One night at a feast, you both release the anger you share.
Word count: 1.9+
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only, rough unprotected sex (p in v), angst, fingering, cussing  
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You’ve been the king’s royal advisor for the past few months, helping with decisions when needed and healing. Taking a walk through the village, you were on your way back but stopped short once you heard the words “ride, witcher, ride”. You could recognize the bard’s voice anywhere; walking into the tavern and playing his precious lute is Jaskier.
You watched and waited entertained as he sang, prancing around the tavern, infuriating the individuals. Their faces screwed up in annoyance, which had you in a fit of laughter. Once his last song ended, he gathered his lute and walked out the back door. You followed distantly behind him.
Sneaking up behind him, you tapped his left shoulder, making him jump in his shoes. “Why must you scare me each time we meet?” You chuckled, and the two of you went in for a hug. “I’ve missed you as well, Jaskier."
Out of all the places he could be, he was here, and you wondered why. “Jaskier, what brings you here?" His face instantly paled at the question. “Just passing through." He wasn’t telling you everything. His answer was partially truthful. You squinted your eyes at him, then looked over at the black horse next to him. You were trying to figure out why you had this sense of familiarity with the animal.
It clicked in your mind; the horse is roach, and you knew what that meant. “Only you? No companions?” You gave him a curious look, knowing the truth already. “Most certainly not,” he said, his face beginning to flush. "Jaskier, if it’s only you, then why is roach here?” he laughed awkwardly as his eyes looked past you.
Geralt’s husky voice rang through the air: “Jaskier, let’s go." You turned to face him. His white hair was pulled back, and his cloak covered the rest of him. His swords cross his back.
He felt your eyes on him. "Witcher," you remarked, dragging out the word. Geralt grumbled at the sound of your voice and choice of words. “Always a pleasure," he said sarcastically.
“What is your business here?” He turned towards you, giving you a brief overall look. He wasn't going to answer you; you would find out on your own later tonight.
Jaskier felt uncomfortable interrupting the stare-down, Geralt, and you were having “I know you two would adore to cut each other's heads off, but shall we go?" He chimed in.
Geralt got on his horse, and Jaskier grabbed his things. You watched as they both left. You found yourself wondering when you would see Geralt again and, in a sense, looking forward to it.
Both you and Geralt enjoyed the back-and-forth with each other; he found you infuriating, and you found him insufferable. It made the two of you hot, with significant sexual tension for one another.
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The feast had begun, and you heard the music growing through the hallowed halls of the castle. Entering the great hall, you were surprised to see that Jaskier was providing the entertainment for tonight. The local villagers are drinking rich ale and laughing. "Y/f/n,” you heard the king call for you.
Walking over to him, you bowed, “My king.” He put his finger underneath your chin, making you look at him. His touch burned, and he disgusted you. You were hoping he couldn't tell by the look in your eyes.
“We have a special guest this evening; I would appreciate it if you’d accompany him." You smiled. “Of course, my king,” you said, making a come-here motion to the man you assumed he was speaking of.
Geralt spoke, “Thank you for having me.” His words were sour; you knew he wanted to be anywhere but here. He looked handsome; you never thought you would see Geralt dressed for such an occasion.
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Geralt and you walked around the great hall without saying a word to each other. He walked away to receive some more ale, his long strides making it hard for you to keep up with him.
He leaned up against the wall. Geralt secretly liked this; knowing you had to stay with him, he decided he would make it hard on you. You were trying to appear calm, giving a proper smile to the villagers who passed by you.
However, you did want to kill him in front of everyone. A smile was on your face when you reached him. “Just because you’re an important guest tonight does not mean you get to disrespect me.” The response you received rattled you. He brought his drink to his lips, took a sip, and didn't say a word back.
Two drunken villagers began to brawl, making you turn your head toward the ruckus. It gave Geralt enough time to slip away from you. When you turned back, you huffed, realizing he had left. Your eyes were scanning the room for him, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Geralt watched you from afar, delighting in the joy of seeing you stressed. Once your eyes reached him, he raised his goblet at you.
Geralt found his way into the halls of the castle, and you started taking long strides to get to him. “I have had it with you this evening,” you said. “You look lovely, y/f/n," he replied. His eyes were on your gown; you inspected it to see if anything got on it, and he was being funny. But it looked exquisite, just as it had earlier that night.
He continued to walk, going into the dark spots of the halls. No one was here but us; everyone had gathered for the feast. You grabbed him by his arm, which stopped him. He looked down at your hand, then to your eyes, to tell you to let go of him.
The look in his eyes and face became serious. “Last time we saw each other, you were trying to kill me with that pathetic chaos of yours; that’s what you mages call it, correct?” You snarled at him, “Yes, and you as well were trying to kill me. It seems we have one thing in common."
“Don’t be modest; you know we have more in common than that.” He became closer. “Whether you want to admit it or not, our bickering, this back and forth, you like this just as much as I do."
“Why would I enjoy this?” His yellow eyes seemed to have darkened in this light. “The simple reason? It makes you want me even more."
“I would know because I feel the same way.” His confession gave you a shiver.
Goosebumps appeared on your skin, and he moved the hair from your shoulder, touching your neck. Geralt could tell your heart was accelerating; his heart was calm as always. Never wavering from its steady beat.
He moved his large hand to your hair, grabbing a hold. “Tell me you don’t want me, y/f/n, and I'll let you go and walk back to the great hall,” he growled. “Do it,” you simply said, and he roughly brought his lips to yours. His moves were so aggressive that you thought your lips would tear.
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The two of you found the way to your bed chambers, ripping your dress from behind. He pushed you down on your bed, tearing off your undergarments. You tried taking off his clothing, but he didn’t allow that.
Geralt didn't care if another man had made you feel good, if another man had touched you, or if you'd even seen another man naked. He was far more interested in pouring out all the anger he felt for you tonight.
You raised the front half of your body to get a better look at him.
His body in its pure form was godly, and his muscular arms had faded scars enclosing them. You wanted them to suffocate you in the best way possible. His thighs, which were buff, looked delicious. And his cock, which was upright and standing against his stomach, had a pink tip. It made you drool; you licked your lips thoughtlessly.
He stalked toward you, smoothing his rough, large hands up your legs and thighs.
You looked into his eyes, waiting for his next move. He moved downward, lifting your legs near your head, and took a long lick from your ass to the top of your pussy. His tongue was glorious, moving diligently against your clit.
He directed his left hand to your pussy moving his fingers between your folds. He entered two of his thick fingers into you roughly and expeditiously.
You looked at him, his yellow eyes pouring into you. It didn't take long for your thighs to begin to shake, and you felt yourself coming. 
He raised his head, his mouth glistening from your juices. 
His hand wrapped around your small neck, pushing you down, taking out his digits, spreading you apart with his large girth, and slamming into your cunt.
The feel of his large hand around your neck made you wetter. As you wrapped your small hand around his "harder,” you saw a bit of shock in his eyes. He tightened his hold, your legs wrapped around his body, his medallion swinging over you as his movement fasted, and his hips slammed into you harshly.
“Ah fuck,” you dug your fingernails into his back, making him grunt out. He moved his thumb, smoothing over your bottom lip, and went to grip your jaw, his mouth moving brutally over yours.
The selfishness of him and keeping you down made your anger resurface; you flipped the both of you. He tried reaching for you, but you pushed him back down onto the mattress.
Your hips began to move on his cock; he dug his nails into the sides of your hips. You knew you would have bruises in the morning. “You ride this cock so fucking well," he praised you.
His hands reached up and fondled your breasts. He wrapped an arm around your back to hold you in place as he circled your nipple with his tongue, pinching the other one. You threw your head back in pleasure.
“Stay still,” he growled as he held your hips in place and pounded into you at an accelerated pace. “Yes, Geralt, yes."
Hearing his name fall from your lips made him rigid. “I’m going to make you full of my cum; that’ll be the only thing left of you.” You started to bounce on his cock savagely.
“Just like that, bouncing on my cock beautifully,” his encourging, husky voice brought you closer to your orgasm. You pulled at his roots, kissing him deeply and sucking on his tongue.
He put you on your back again, turning and pushing your face into the pillows. Your loud moans were covered. Your thighs began to shake, and he felt them, “Yes, come all over my cock.” You called out Geralt's name, your orgasm hitting hard, your head dizzy as you saw stars in your vision.
With a few more snaps of his hips, Geralt exploded inside of you, pulling his cock out and a few more spurts of his cum landed on your stomach. He watched as you swiped a finger through and licked his cum off.
He clenched his jaw. “On your hands and knees now,” you challenged him in ways no one had. It made him loathe you and love you at the same time. He planned to show you that for the rest of the night.
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samantha-rae-velcher · 5 months
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Master List Pt. 2
YouTubers
Swaggersouls
Streamers Dream - smut
Markiplier
Games of the many - smut
Joysticks and pushing buttons - smut
Sticks and stones - smut
That one look - smut
The punishment unforgotten - Violence/smut
A need for it and her - smut
The stress is real - fluff
"Im sorry, honey" - fluff
Roomies or More? (Egos) - smut
Yancy NSFW alphabet - smut
Love mistaken for hate (Wilford Warfstache) - fluff
Don't fear the reaper (Darkiplier) - smut
Dark lust (Darkiplier) - smut
Static (Darkiplier) - smut
Warp core breech Pt.1 (ISWM) - fluff
Warp core breech Pt.2 (ISWM) - fluff
Seeing Stars (ISWM) - fluff
Jacksepticeye
Blue tint and cold tiles - smut
Marvel
Me and the Devil walking side by side (Daredevil) - fluff
Sorcerer Supreme (Doctor Strange) - smut
More like Einstein (Tony Stark) - smut
Two tons of iron (Tony Stark) - smut
Green-ish (Bruce Banner) - smut
Tender Touch (Scott Lang) - smut
The speed of light (Pietro Maximoff) - fluff
Courts of Green Pt.1 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff
Courts of Green Pt.2 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff
Courts of Green Pt.3 (Bucky Barnes) - Violence/ fluff
Feathers and Swords (Clint Barton) - smut
Hawks gold (Clint Barton) - fluff
As beautiful as an angel (Yondu Udonta) - fluff
Fear makes love (Ronan the accuser) - smut
Sharp as steel (Wolverine) - smut
Blades that steel the heart (Wolverine) - fluff
Obviously not that obvious (Drax the Destroyer) - smut
DC
Tattoo Buddies (Chato Santana) - fluff
Soldier Boy (Rick Flag) - smut
Slice and dice (Captain boomerang) - smut
Scars and stripes (BOP Victor Zsasz) - smut
TWD
Guns of blazing love (Aaron) - smut
Maybe evil Maybe not But just about (Shane) - smut
Barbed Wire Pt.1 (Negan) - smut
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The force of two (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff
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Orders (Poe Dameron) - angst/ fluff
Black ink (Darth Maul) - smut
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How The Witcher men react when you cry - fluff
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Gotham
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schleiereule-94 · 2 months
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A Bard and a Witcher – Part 2
Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier x aFab!Reader
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Summary: The morning after an eventful evening spent with Geralt and Jaskier you start exactly where you stopped the night before.
Warning(s): SMUT MINORS DNI, porn w/o much plot, fingering, penetrative sex (lots of it), unprotected p in v, threesome, dirty talk (both degrading and some praise, cursing), rough sex, size kink, belly bulge, oral (m receiving), she is not talking much but enjoys being used. A very slight hint of feelings.
Author’s Note: Not beta read and not an english native, so be kind if you find mistakes. Hope you enjoy!
Part 1 here
You fell asleep quickly after the two men had tucked you under the covers. Your body feeling limp and warm, you happily drifted off into dreamland. You only wake up hours later, when a sunray hits your forehead. You squint your eyes open, still feeling dozy and at first you don’t know exactly where you are. A bulky figure lays in front of you, blocking out most of the sun. Yellow eyes watch you intently. And they immediately bring back the memories from last night. You also register a body pressed into you from behind and an arm around your waist. Jaskier’s breath is deep and regular at your neck, he is still asleep. 
When the witcher realises you are awake a small smile lightens up his features. He extends his arm to put a string of hair that has fallen into your face behind your ear and rest his hand gently on your cheek. It is warm and big, extending from your jaw up to your temple. “Morning darling. How are you feeling?” he asks quietly. He is very close and even though his eyes and gestures are very soft and relaxed you are still intimidated. “I’m…, I’m great actually”. You sound sleepy and your voice is hoarse. From taking too much cock down your throat probably, your brain provides a reason. The thought makes you grin and a slight shiver of excitation runs down your body. The witcher is still looking at you. “You are very pretty” he states softly and his hand travels from your face down to your shoulders. He slowly slides down your arm, taking the blanket off your upper body and leaving behind a trace of goosebumps. You hum under his gaze and get more awake by the second. As he uncovers your bare breasts you try to cover yourself up by reflex, but he catches your hands and decisively puts them back down. “Relax”. You feel your cheeks redden a bit, but you loosen up. The witcher leans in closer, your faces just centimetres apart. You feel his breath on your skin and shudder slightly. You feel like you are laying next to a big wild wolf. He’s tranquil for now, but you know he could devour you any second. “What is your name”, he asks while interlacing his fingers in some strands of your hair. “Y/n”, you say, mouth dry and hypnotised by the yellow eyes examining your face. You feel like he sees directly into your soul. 
Geralt leans forward over your head and inhales deeply in your hair. “Mhh you smell as delicious as you taste sweet girl”. His eyes have a faint animalistic glint to them when he turns them back to you. You don’t know what to say. He looks so perfect, the sun lighting up his white hair. Mesmerized, and before you think more about it, you grab a strand and let it slide through your fingers. It feels like silk. Geralt looks amused. “I’ve never met a man like you”, you tell him without looking into his eyes. His broad chest is lightly covered in hair, adorned with his witcher medallion. You feel the urge to touch him, feel his heart beating to make sure he is real. He looks more like an angel in the morning sun, even though you are very aware that he is everything but. “They say that witchers can’t feel anything. That you don’t have emotions.” You shyly look back up into his face, looking for an answer. “Do you believe them?” he asks. You hesitate. “I don’t know.” You lean forward and rest your hand on Geralt’s hot chest feeling it rise and fall. He lets you caress him, watching your hand wander up to his collarbone and down his muscular arms. You trace a vein on his bicep. “I want to find out” you whisper. 
Geralt puts his hand under your chin, lifting you head up. For a moment you are trapped in his gaze, but you free yourself by closing the short distance and kissing his perfect lips. He tastes of wood and danger, deep and bittersweet. His teeth brush your lower lip and his tongue licks into your mouth, slowly but determined. Suddenly you don’t feel relaxed and cosy anymore, but restless and turned on. His hand comes up behind your head to hold you onto the deepening kiss. He has you breathless in no time and you moan softly into Gerald’s mouth. 
As you pull back to catch your breath, Jaskier, woken up from the stirring next to him, nuzzles his head into your neck. “Good morning sweetheart” he hums into your ear. “Can I get a good morning kiss too?”  You smile and turn your head to kiss the bards much finer lips. He tastes like wine and smoke, light and fun. You can feel his naked body pressed into your curves and his morning hard-on on your lower back. You grind your hips back into him. “Morning bard. Had sweet dreams about me?” you tease him. Jaskier chuckles. “You really want to start over where we stopped yesterday, hm”. His hand wanders from your hip where he had placed it, upwards to grab one of your boobs. “Mh so warm and cosy” he mutters. He looks over to Geralt who is still laying on his side silently watching the two of you. “Mind if I interrupt your make-out session?” Geralt makes an assertive gesture with his head. “Go ahead.” His voice has dropped, and heat is radiating from his body, you feel like bathing in it. “You look at me”, he orders you and takes your chin between two of his fingers. Naturally, you nod your head at the commanding tone.
All your senses are absorbed by Gerald’s yellow eyes and Jaskier’s talented fingers massaging and lightly twisting your sensitive nipples. You feel them hardening under his touch and start to pant, your mouth agape. The tingly feeling of arousal travels down your body and directly into your core. You feel wetness starting to pool between your legs and you wiggle your hips again into Jaskier’s cock, hot and flush against your lower back. The bard starts to move downwards, head nested at your neck, kissing and licking stripes up to your ear that make you shiver. Geralt’s eyes are fixed on the goosebumps appearing all over your skin. Jaskier pushes against your butt, and you angle your pelvis back so the head of his hot cock enters between your legs. With a light thrust Jaskier slips between your thighs that are slick from sweat and your excitation. “Mh look at you, all wet for us again” he licks at a very sensitive spot behind your ear making you shudder and your breath hitch. You close your eyes, but Gerald makes you open them again quickly. “I said, look at me” he growls, while yanking the blanket off your body completely. The cold air hits your sensitive skin and you suddenly feel very exposed. Jaskier is lazily thrusting between your thighs, holding your breasts in both hands. You can hear him panting and purring sweet praises into your ear. “Such a beautiful girl, could play with you all morning, baby.” He pinches your nipples and the pain shoots directly between your legs. You need friction, but Jaskier’s thrusts are just missing the one spot where you need it most. You clench your thighs together, which makes the bard hiss, but it is not really helping you. You look up at Gerald. “Please” you beg him. “Please what sweetheart? Do you need help?” The witcher has not moved from his sideways position from where he is studying your every move, all expressions, all your sounds. “Yes, please sir, I need to be touched”. “Where do you need to be touched, little lady?” He puts his big hot hand square on your lower belly, slowly travelling over your navel down towards the spot between your legs where the head of Jaskier’s red and swollen cock appears rhythmically. “Yes, down, please” you breath weakly. The witcher extends his long middle finger, caressing over the little curly hairs covering your vulva. He is agonizingly slow, enjoying the pained and eager expressions crossing your face. Finally, he enters between your folds, rubbing lightly over your most sensitive spot. “Here? Do you need to be touched here?” “Yes, ah yes sir” you moan between your teeth. Geralt looks deeply into your eyes as he starts drawing little circles on your clit. Your breath hitches, your chest rising and falling fast. The combination of Jaskier’s hot dick pulsating between your legs, fingers playing with your nipples and Gerald’s warm hand on your lower belly, massaging just the right spot between your clenched thighs, all under his watchful gaze, turns you on immensely. You start bucking your hips into Gerald’s hand, needing more friction, more pressure. 
“Let me have her”, Jaskier pants and grabs at your hipbone, dragging your ass backwards and changing the angle between your bodies. And with one quick thrust he is in you. The feeling of fullness is so sudden that you cry out loud. The bard pulls out almost completely just to slam back into you. Your moans mix with the slapping sound of naked bodies meeting with force. Geralt’s hand is still there on your clit, pressing down and drawing ever faster circles. The pressure on your bladder makes you feel like peeing. “I am, I am going to come” you announce just moments before your belly convulses and you clench your eyes close, seeing stars. You hear Jaskier gasp as he fucks you through your orgasm, hitting this sweet spot deep inside you with perfect accuracy. You moan and let the fire rip though you.
Two fingers on your jaw bring you back down to earth. Jaskier’s hand digs into your hips and your body is shaken every time he enters your soaked pussy. Gerald is staring at you, his own arousal now clearly visible in his face, lips tight and pupils blown. “Open your mouth” he commands and you follow obediently. With his middle finger he spreads your own juices on your lower lip before entering your mouth. “Now suck”. You do as your told, without taking your eyes away from his, seeing his gaze darken as you lick around his fingertip.
Your body is still rocked back and forth as Jaskier is chasing his own release. “Hold her still” he asks of his friend. Gerald withdraws his finger from your mouth with a plop to grip your hips in a stronghold as his friend starts pounding for good. You close your eyes and just give yourself to the feeling of being opened up again and again until you hear Jaskier start to breath irregularly and feel him twitch inside you. You try to grind your hips deeper into him, but Gerald’s grip on you makes any movement impossible. Every single one of his fingers will leave a bruise in your flesh. He is staring at your trembling breasts with heat in his eyes. Jaskier enters you one, two, three more times before he stalls, pelvis flush with your ass, and with a guttural grunt you feel his balls empty themselves. It feels so dirty and arousing at the same time, you moan loudly. After a few moments Jaskier collapses next to you, his now half-hard dick slipping out of you with an almost obscene squelching sound. You hiss from the loss as semen runs down your thigh. 
You are aware how Geralt is looking at you, his gaze burning your skin. “You like this, hm, getting fucked by this bard? Getting pounded properly?” “Yes”, you mutter, “like to be fucked by good dick.” You grin at him. “I can take some more.” “Is that right? You haven’t had enough yet?” In an instant Geralt is on top of you, weighing you down heavily and taking the air out of your lungs. You try to touch his bare chest but he pins both your hands down at your sides before licking a strip from your throat up to your ear. You can feel his huge bulge and try to buck your hips up into him. Fuck, you want him so badly. Geralt moves his mouth down to your breasts and takes one of your pesky nipples between his teeth. You cry out, the sensation almost too much. The witcher brings up a knee between your legs. His thigh presses into your mound as he grinds into you. The juices coming out of you soak through his thin clothing. “Dirty little whore hasn’t even dried up and already wants to fuck again” Geralt mutters, sending shivers down your spine. He sits up onto his knees and looks over you. The wild wolf is ready to devour you now. 
Geralt kneels between your legs, clearly enjoying the view of you squirming under him. With one of his long fingers he catches a stream of Jaskiers semen slowly dripping out of your cunt. He looks at it closely, then holds it in front of your face. “Taste”. You stick out your tongue to lick the glistening white from his finger. It tastes salty and tangy. “Good girl” the witcher growls and finally moves to undo his pants. As he shoves them down his thighs his erect member springs free, big and prodding. Precum has gathered on the tip and long veins run along it. You want to trace them with your tongue. Your mouth feels dry and your stomach flutters from anticipation. Geralt lowers himself down and very slowly drags his member through your wet folds. “Mh please, Geralt” you try to entice him. But he just lubes up his dick and sits up again. He starts pumping himself lazily with one hand while eyeing you from above. You are so turned on, your skin feels like it is set on fire and it takes all your resolve to not grab at the witcher to try to pull him down towards him.
Jaskier, who had been recovering on the other side of the bed has turned his attention to the action again. “Get behind her” the witcher says over your head in his direction. A naked Jaskier climbs behind you, his hair still moist from sweat, with a grin on his face. Your head comes to rest on his chest as he sits against the bedframe. The bard immediately takes both of your breasts into his hands. Grabbing from below he brings them up to squeeze them together. “Such fantastic tits, m’lady” he whispers into your ear and kisses your neck. You cannot respond as your mind is caught up in watching Gerlat slowly fucking into his big hand while his dick somehow grows even larger and redder. Your pussy clenches in anticipation. “Please” you try your best puppy eyes on him, “I need to feel you inside. Need to be stretched and used. I need you to use me”. Your begging seems strike a cord in the witcher. Gerald leaps down onto both of you, grips your ankles and puts them up onto his shoulders, your lower back now elevated and just Jaskier holding you in place. Geralt’s pulsating member prods at your entrance. “I will show you what a perfect toy you are, whore” the witcher growls and finally, finally enters you. He still doesn’t slam, but it’s forcible enough for you to feel an almost painful stretch. Your mind goes blank, and you only realize that you have been crying out as you gasp for air. 
You are pressed into the bards torso as Geralt truly starts pounding into you. You hear him grunting and his face has lost any semblance of being human. He more than ever looks like a wild, furious animal. He grabs one of your wrists and pushes your palm onto your lower belly. “Do you feel me filling you up? Hmm, feel how I fill you all the way to your gut” “Yes sir, I can feel you” you answer weakly. Geralt grunts and presses your hand down hard onto where your belly bulges as he slides in and out of you. You wine from the extra stimulation, your head is spinning ever faster. You feel Jaskier’s hardening cock against your backside while the witcher is over you fucking the air out of your lungs. Jaskier snakes his hand down your body and finds your clit. Your whines become ever louder as the searing heat starts building in you. You come within seconds, crying out loudly. Your stomach visibly clenches, your whole body shakes as the fire spreads from your lower belly into every corner of your being. You feel your pussy flooding and it washing over Geralts cock and drip down over your ass. Sweat makes your body glide against the one below you as you are rocked up and down by Geralts thrusts. Jaskier is desperately rutting up into you while holding you tight against his frame. You see stars and your ears are ringing when you feel first Jaskier and then Geralt finding their releases. Hot cum shoots both into and onto you. Jaskier moans into your ear and you can feel Gerald’s cock twitching inside you as he empties himself into you. The aftershock spasms in your lower belly make you moan his name for what feels like an eternity. 
Your back is wet and sticky, but you couldn’t care less. Jaskier holds you in a tight but soft embrace while your breath and heart rate are coming down to normal. Geralt has collapsed forward above you, but is holding himself up on his arms, head down and white hair spreading around your midsection. His cock is still inside you, softening slowly. Nobody moves, only heavy breathing can be heard for a while. You never want to move again.
Geralt lifts his head to look into your eyes asking a silent question. You smile weakly back at him. Yes, you are ok. In fact you are great. Just perfect. Afterglow spasms of the hardest orgasm of your life are still running through your body. You clench down onto Geralt and he glides out of you. You hiss at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Geralt cups your face and leans forward to kiss your forehead. “Well done little lady”. You heart and body are warm and a big wide, drunken smile is plastered over your face. 
Jaskier stirs below you and you slide down his right side. “I guess these bedsheets are ruined anyway” the bard states as he starts to dry his chest and belly off all the fluids that made their way between your bodies using the blanket. It takes another 5min of you colleting yourself before you sit up onto the bedside. A half-clothed Geralt helps you up on shaky legs to walk you to the fire where the men had put a pot of water to heat. They help you clean yourself with a hot towel. You smile at them. It is nice being cared for so gently. Geralt caresses your hair and cheeks. His sweet gesture at odds with the intimidating armour and sword he is putting on. “Thank you” he says finally after he made sure you were string enough to stand on your own again. “We have to leave now, heading up north. But we might come back in a few weeks.” You grasp his strong arm. “I will make sure to get word of your arrival” you say leaning your head into Geralt’s big palm. Jaskier, hugs you from behind. “We wouldn’t want to miss you!” He places a big hearty kiss on your cheek. “I might compose a song about you!” With this he lifts up the packed bags and makes his way downstairs to saddle the horses. 
Geralt still kneels before you. His thumb caresses over your lips as he gets up. He places a kiss on your hair. As he turns around to leave you hold his arm back. “You know, I think they are wrong.” Geralt turns his head with a questioning face. “I think witchers do have feelings. At least one does.” Geralt nods slowly, turns around and leaves with what you think might be a little smile.
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the-hidden-pages · 6 months
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Kinktober Day 4 - Thigh Riding | Sex Pollen - Jaskier x Fem!Reader
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Thigh riding | Sex pollen | Forced orgasm 
Disclaimer: I did interpret “sex pollen” as loose as aphrodisiac - it’s not an actual pollen, it’s a liquid.  Also, it's late, I have work, I did rush a little to get this out but it's better than another day sans post I hope!
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Summary: Geralt had warned you of the dangers of consorting with witches. But you had never anticipated the dangers being this.
Warnings: NSFW, Public Sex/Orgies, Aphrodisiac, Dub Con because of the aphrodisiac but they love each other I swear.
Geralt had warned you.
Geralt had warned you of the dangers of witches often enough. Even Yennefer, a witch herself, often advised against mingling with others that dabble in Chaos.
But that didn’t stop Jaskier from accepting the opportunity of performing on behalf of a town’s witch.
It didn’t stop you from attending the gathering in support of him.
Which is how the pair of you wound up in the mansion of the local town’s “healer”, surrounded by townsfolk that were in the know, and various other mages and witches.
Jaskier had sung wonderfully, as captivating as he ever did - and to hold the attention of those as vain as witches and mages was no small feat, you’ll give him that.
As the night went on, he was free to mingle, returning to your side and sip on the wine that was being freely poured, to feast on the foods presented.
“And to think Geralt was worried,” Jaskier scoffed, in his element, overconfident in the way he often became when things were going a little too smoothly.
It didn’t stop you from smiling though, an easy grin matching his on your face. “A worrywart, that one. A white haired worrywart of a Witcher.”
“Isn’t he just? He ought to have more trust in us.”
You chuckled, taking another sip before waving your glass in emphasis. “Did he warn you about the wine?”
“No, what of it?”
“Yennefer mentioned some witches put something in it, an aphrodisiac. Makes the night more fun as it goes on.”
Jaskier made a face, somewhere between a grimace and a grin. “Oh woe is me, a witch’s orgy. Save me, Butcher of Blaviken!”
A snort escapes you as the pair of you take another sip, continuing to pass the time discussing his various adventures with Geralt, his performance, and the various attendees of the soiree.
The conversation carried on easily, until the vibe of the room suddenly, inexplicably, intangibly…Shifted
Suddenly the air was heavier, thicker in a way that was hotter, heavier. It felt as though the voices of the other partygoers was quieting, slowing down. You became more aware of certain things - men sitting with their hands on other women’s thighs, just a little too high. A flush on women’s cheeks that ran a little brighter, went a little further down than the typical blush from too much wine.
And you were very aware of Jaskier sitting beside you.
His thigh lightly touching yours was suddenly scalding you, but in a way that you felt you simply couldn’t move away.
You hadn’t realized you had stopped listening to the conversation entirely until Jaskier called your name.
You met his eyes, ready to apologize, before immediately regretting it.
Were his eyes always so piercing? His hair always so soft? Did you always notice how deeply he unbuttoned his shirt, how noticeable the droplets of sweat were running down it.
Oh.
Oh.
“Jaskier,” you croaked out, suddenly noticing how dry your mouth was. You licked your lips and continued. “Jaskier, the wine. I don’t think Geralt was wrong.”
“Hmm?” the bard only hummed, and you met his eyes again. He was practically in a trance, staring at where your tongue had darted out to wet your lips.
Slowly, around you, you begin to hear soft sighs, and the lower, hushed tones of lovers speaking to one another.
You grow more aware of the unbearable, present, nearly painful heat between your legs, and when you shift, you realize that you’re already drenched.
“Jask…”
The bard reached forward, placing a large, warm, calloused hand on your thighs.
“They spiked the wine,” he breathes out, turning himself enough that his head is resting against yours, words breathing right in your ear and sending chills down your spine.
“Mhm,” your eyes are closed, trying to ignore the stimuli coming from all senses that your body seems hyper aware of. The gasps, the quiet moans, people growing closer.
Jaskier right beside you.
“Darling we can leave right now,” he breathes, hand on your thigh growing tighter, wandering ever so slightly higher. “We can rent a room in the nearest tavern - or two, if you want to wait this out. We don’t have to stay -”
You cut him off, pushing him back. You can see him start to form an apology, but before giving him the chance you stand and move to position yourself on his lap, straddling his legs and capturing him in a frantic kiss.
It’s not coordinated, or careful, or planned. The moment Jaskier’s brain catches up to what you’ve done, he’s immediately pried your lips open with his tongue, tasting you, claiming you, his hand coming around to cradle your head and pull you in deeper. His other hand wanders quickly, greedily, grasping at every inch of you that he can.
You already don’t want clothes in the way.
As quickly as you get on him, you stand again. The bard is dazed, bright eyes nothing but dark pupils gazing at you as you begin to make quick work of your clothes.
It’s the wine, some tiny, miniscule part in the back of your mind speaks. It’s the wine making you strip in front of a room of strangers, the wine making you mount your friend in a fit of desire.
The wine. Only the wine.
It has to be.
Your hands, in their flurry, begin to struggle with the laces, of which Jaskier is far too eager to help you with.
He leans forward, reaching up to help you loosen the corset. As it’s flung somewhere to your side, he makes quick work of your undershirt, your skirts.
Quickly, so quickly it all began, and just as quickly you’re completely nude, with the bard urging you back into his lap.
In your haste, you slip a little, falling to one side and straddling only one of his thighs.
Despite this you moan, jolting slightly as sliding on the thigh offers some friction to your throbbing clit.
“Fuck,” you gasp, grasping on to his shoulders tightly, your body moving without your full consent as you seek any form of relief to the growing burn within you.
It’s too much, the feeling of the cotton trousers beneath you, offering a burning friction to satiate your need, the growing groans echoing throughout the entire room. 
It’s not enough, when Jaskier himself lets out a beautiful moan, feeling you begin to soak through his clothes as you claw at him desperately.
“Dove, please,” he begs, leaning forward to pepper your neck and collarbone with bites. Your hips rock faster, until he tugs harshly at your hair, exposing your neck fully as you shout. His teeth mark your neck and his grip remains firm, his other hand wandering down to aide your movements. 
Your mind, in its wine and drug and lust addled haze, can only focus on two things: easing the burn between your legs, and hearing one of his beautiful sounds again.
And so your hand promptly finds his cock, working it through the flap in his trousers and stroking.
Gods is he hard.
It’s his turn to have his head thrown back, to let out a loud, melodic moan to the room to join the symphony of the others’. It’s rougher than you expected, lightly due to his night of signing and shouting boisterously to a room, but hells did it ever manage to turn you on.
You’re rushing it, you know it, he knows it, but somehow no one can bring themselves to mind as you raise yourself up further, straddling him properly once again.
You stare into the bard’s blue eyes, taking in every expression as you sink down fully, gasping as you feel every inch, every curve, every vein. It’s easy, with how wet you’ve become, and within seconds you’re riding him and hard as you can.
He’s eager to help you, hands grasping your hips so tightly they’re bound to leave bruises, controlling your pace and pulling you ever so slightly closer.
“This isn’t,” Jaskier gasped out, between groans and moans bites to your neck. “This isn’t what I wanted for our first night together.”
“You dreamed of this?” You tease half-heartedly, feeling a warmth in your heart bloom despite the absurdity of the situation.
Was this bard really about to give you a love confession whilst balls deep in you in the midst of a sex party?
“Of course,” he moaned, head thrown back and eyes clenched shut. “Gods, so many nights I wanted to have you, in the nearest room in a tavern, against the nearest wall, in the midst of camp. There was a plan, wine and dinner and singing and flowers, just us - fuck do that again.”
You reach for his hair, forcefully pulling his head back to meet your gaze.
“We’ll do this again,” you promise, thighs burning as you ride faster, chasing that growing feeling within you. “I’ve wanted it too, and we’ll talk about it when this damned wine isn’t in our heads but Jaskier, please just fuck me right now I’m so close -”
He stops you, hand travelling forward to meet your clit, rubbing in just the right way that has you seeing stars within seconds.
With your high comes his, and you can’t help but whine at the feeling of his cum shooting deep within you, warming you from the inside out as you clutch each other desperately, needly, as though you were the answer to some eternal unasked question.
As the pair of you come down, gasping, panting, your ears pick up the rest of the party beginning to quiet as well. It was almost as if the spell had a time limit, you thought aimlessly.
As you came to, and the sensations began to dull, your mind grew louder.
You had just fucked Jaskier.
You were still sitting on his cock.
As you go to move, his hand holds your hip tightly, and the other travels upwards to brush some hair out of your face, cupping your cheek. His gaze is gentle, kind, but hungry.
“We’ll do it again, you say?” he teases, that overconfident smirk back on his face. You can feel him hardening inside you once again, and you shift as a reflex, causing a burst of heat to ignite in you once again. ��What say you to back at the inn?”
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They did not give me cannonical aphrodisiac usage at witch parties for nothing.
Thank you to @flightlessangelwings for their Kinktober list this year!
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sayafics · 9 months
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Soul-bonds & Heartaches - Chapter III
I apologise for the very long wait for this chapter, in all honesty I had no idea how to move forward from Chapter II but this felt right, and it felt true to the relationship between existing characters, to an extent.
Geralt is tied to these two women in two distinctly different ways, and it's only now that he has all the information, he can make the decision he needs to. But that doesn't come without its consequences, which subsequently leads to other consequences.
I apologise again for the long wait, and hope to update with another chapter soon! I truly hope you guys enjoy this chapter! <333
TW: (slight?) angst
Part 1
Part 2
Part 4
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Andromeda had thought they had come to an understanding. She had fallen asleep with a smile on her face and hope in her heart.
She dreamed of waking up to the sun heating her face as it slowly rose, opening her eyes to ashes of a well-worn fire as a gentle breeze brushed through her hair before her gaze met Geralt's.
She thought they would've exchanged gentle smiles, would've looked for excuses throughout the day to brush past each other, and engaged in small conversations hidden from the sight of others. And then, maybe when they had gotten too distracted or brushed too close to death on one adventure or the next, they would've exchanged a kiss. A small, hesitant kiss that they poured all their emotions into, where they succumbed to their desires and the strings of destiny.
Instead, she had awoken to burning lips and a quivering heart. She knew. The moment the feeling spread over her, she knew.
Andromeda couldn't open her eyes in fear of what she would find.
Geralt and Yennefer locked in a battle of passion? The two carressing each other in gentle affection?
She feared she would find a liar and a coward in the place where she had seen her Geralt in the glowing embers of last night's fire.
But she couldn't escape his senses.
Unbeknownst to her, as she curled in on herself, eyes clenched shut as tears welled in her eyes, and she pretended to sleep as she stifled her laboured breaths, Geralt knew she was awake. And he knew she felt his betrayal just like she had every other time.
His soul roiled in its place, his heart burned in guilt. It was not what it seemed.
***
Yennefer had woken up before the rest had, before the sun had risen and its warmth had replaced what was lost as the campfire died out.
Geralt waited for her to say something as she sat up, to say 'good morning' or to say she would take watch instead, but she simply sat and stared.
He lost his patience quite quickly, feeling the way her stare burned into the side of his head as he forced his gaze away from Rory and onto her instead.
She looked amused.
"What?"
His words were gruff, full of curiosity and annoyance. He knew he had no right to be annoyed. He had pursued Yennefer just as much as she pursued him. But it was different then.
Now, knowing that his Rory felt the same about him as he did about her, knowing she had been longing for him from the day they met, that her heart yearned for him, everything changed.
Andromeda could have ran, every time he had bed another woman, she could have walked away. And even yesterday, she could have turned away without giving him a second glance.
But she was full of compassion and sincerity, and she gave away chances as easily as she gave away her heart. It had just taken him too long to realise it was him she had gifted it to.
Yennefer didn't answer him, instead making her way to her feet as she strutted his way, her movements slow and sensual. She was so sure of herself, so confident she would get what she wanted. And Geralt was scared that, somehow, she would.
She stood behind him, hands on his shoulders as she leaned down and pressed her breasts into his back, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "you look tense. I could help you."
Her voice was low and sultry, and Geralt from a few days ago would have given into her words immediately, but the Geralt that sat in front of her now only grimaced at her words. His shoulders raised as he pulled himself from her embrace, standing to his full height as he turned on her - "no."
"No?" Yennefer was shocked, sure she had seen the looks the two exchanged, the way they smiled at one another when they thought the other wasn't looking, but it had never made Geralt reject her.
"No," Geralt had the knack to look at least somewhat apologetic, his eyes furrowing as he looked down at Yennfer in sympathy, "the circumstances have changed."
"Geralt, you told me that destiny tied us. That destiny wanted us together."
"I was wrong, Yen. Destiny didn't pick you, I did. But I can't keep choosing you anymore."
"Geralt..." her hand came up to rest at his cheek, her eyes pooling with tears as she shook her head in denial, "you love me."
Geralt let her keep her hand on his face, let her take what she needed as he broke the heart of another woman he cared for. He shook his head, "I don't. I love her."
It was a whispered confession, his voice shaky as the truth came out, and Geralt found a weight lift of his chest at the revelation, "I love her," he repeated.
"I'm sorry, Yennefer," she felt her heart break further at the sound of her name on his lips, "I can't love you, I can't pick you."
Yennefer's other hand reached up for his cheek, both now cradling his face as she ran her fingers over familiar lines and scars. She pulled him closer, but he resisted.
"Please, Geralt. Just one more time."
Her voice was desperate, he could smell the defeat permeating off of her, and when he gave in and brushed his lips against her own, he could taste it in her tears too.
The kiss was familiar, it was easy. It was a goodbye.
***
Geralt pulled away from Yennefer, as though her lips against his own had burned him the way it burned Andromeda.
He felt anger festering in the pits of his stomach, he hated himself for giving in so easily, for hurting Rory again.
He wanted to go to her, to plead with her to listen to him and know that it meant nothing to him. That it was a goodbye for Yennefer and not a betrayal to her. That he loves her. He needs her.
But with Yennefer's hands holding his face once more, and Jaskier rousing from his sleep, he had again lost his chance, and perhaps he had now lost her.
***
As they packed their gear, the air was stifled with tension. As Yennefer, Geralt, and Andromeda stayed away from each other, it did not take much guessing from Jaskier and Cirilla to realise what had probably happened.
Cirilla observed her aunt, worry colouring her eyes as she watched her move with no real purpose, her eyes empty as if every ounce of hope and life had been washed out.
Geralt was like a father to Cirilla, she craved his affection and even more his approval. But she knew that Geralt had to be the one responsible for her aunt's state, and she couldn't help the anger that bubbled in her chest as the minutes ticked by and Andromeda lost more of herself to the quiet around her.
Still, no one spoke as they carried on their journey, marching through the barren-land with their rations untouched and their stomachs full of lead.
Cirilla stood next to Andromeda, holding her hand tightly as she kept her aunt close to her side and safe. All the while, she would glare at Geralt every time she noticed his gaze stray towards Andromeda, forcing him to look back at the path ahead as he wiped any essence of emotion from his face.
But every once in a while, his expression would become drowned once more, and he would find himself throwing agonised glances her way.
Cirilla remained unaware of the guilty glances Yennefer threw their way.
***
When they had reached the nearest village, it didn't take long for stories about a nasty group of ghouls at the local cemetery that had been eating dead corpses and unknowing citizens, to spread.
It had gotten so bad that the people of the village they had come across refused to leave their homes after dark. So when they had reached a tavern, after a silent agreement they could all do with some hot food and rest, Geralt found himself agreeing to a large pouch of silver and a long, comfortable stay in the tavern in exchange for slaying the beasts.
He had agreed easily, of course. Needing something to channel his pent-up energy into, the anger and guilt that festered in him and the anguish that settled in his heart every time Andromeda brushed past him like he was not there, every time he tried to speak to her and failed.
Yennefer was still here. She couldn't leave knowing she was why the group had become so broken and frail. Perhaps her leaving would have made it easier for Andromeda to breathe, but it wouldn't lessen the pain Yennefer had caused.
She loves Geralt, and she wants to see him happy. He chose her every time before that day in the tavern, but she knew every time he had picked her there was a part of him that yearned for Andromeda.
She tried to hide from the truth in their moans and sighs, tried to find solace in their pleasurable escapades, tried to make Andromeda jealous, and assert the idea that Geralt was her's.
But he wasn't.
He may have picked Yennefer because of the cards destiny had given him, but Andromeda's name was scrawled across his heart. He needed Andromeda in a way Yennefer could never replace.
A heart-breaking revelation she had slowly been coming to peace with.
She would leave the group in peace, but she wanted to fix her mess first.
***
Darkness had drawn over the sky when Geralt prepared to leave, and as he sheathed his sword Cirilla couldn't find it within herself to plead with him to let her join, as she had done so many times before.
Cirilla couldn't leave Andromeda, couldn't pick Geralt over her.
Andromeda may not have been her blood, but she was the only family Cirilla had left from the life she lived before.
Geralt didn't try and push Cirilla to join. He didn't ask Jaskier to play bait, knowing he was disappointed in him, too. And he couldn't look towards Yennefer, fearful that one glance would confirm every terrified thought Andromeda had running through her head.
He had smelt the stench of agony on her. It was heavy and brittle and still so sweet in a way that was perfect for her. She was beautiful even when she was in pain.
He took one last glance towards his ragged group of friends, a longing gaze marked for the woman who had stolen his heart and burned her presence into his soul. He lowered his head in shame, gruffly clearing his throat as he spoke, "you should all get some rest. Don't wait for me."
He walked out, his form much more quainter than any of them had seen it before.
A few moments of silence had passed, and then it looked like Yennefer was going to speak.
But Andromeda beat her to it, sensing the conversation looming ahead she pushed herself up from her seat, "I'm going to my room."
She didn't wait for any reply, walking sluggishly to her room as her thoughts threatened to drown her.
Some distance away, Geralt circled the cemetery he entered, waiting for movement. Nothing came.
He needed bait, but there was no one around but himself. So he pulled his small dagger, pressing the knife into his hand and dragging a cut across his palm.
Replacing the dagger, he squeezed his hand closed, relishing in the pain as blood dripped into the soil beneath his feet.
He waited a breath, and then he heard it. Soft growling from all around him as the beasts scuttled in a frenzy.
He waited for them to attack, always on the move, and he pushed them back with his sword and sigils. He had fought enough ghouls to battle them with ease, waiting for one to separate from the group, snarling loud in rage as it got ready to attack, making it a priority to kill before repeating.
Geralt continued his dance, never giving the ghouls a long enough break to catch him off guard and never working too hard to break a sweat. One by one, he hacked down each monster until he was the only beast left standing.
The butchered corpses of seven ghouls laid at his feet, satisfaction filling his gut as he considered his work. He raised his head to the sky, taking in the darkness as he realised not much time would have passed since he left, but there also wasn't long until sunrise.
Geralt couldn't stand having to go back in and face his companions, a part of him was even scared to.
Scared they would leave him for his transgressions, hate him, and abandon him just like his mother had once done.
His heart sank to his stomach, never had he felt such emotions, strong enough to rock him back and forth between the idea of running away or facing his problems head on.
He didn't know what to do.
Until he did.
It was still night, and Andromeda hated the dark. So it would be unlikely she was asleep.
Perhaps she was stargazing, a hobby she was so fond of. Geralt recalls the way her eyes glittered as she peered at the starlight, the way she emanated joy and delight as she pointed out constellations and spoke of the legends and fables behind them, how her heart raced when her eyes found his and her eyes would track his face as though she had found her favourite constellation in him.
He needed to find her. He needed to see her and speak to her and explain.
Maybe it wouldn't help, maybe it would make her hate him more. But the weight of such a confession sat unbearable on his shoulders, he needed her to know.
To know why he kissed Yennefer, to know of his guilt and of his sorrow. But mostly, to know of his truth.
Geralt could no longer hide behind cowardice - a truth badly disguised as indifference and intimidation.
Geralt found his steps hurrying back to the tavern, his footfalls heavy as he forced himself not to take off in a sprint. He pushed and pushed until he found himself at the tavern doors, never taking a breath to stop as he pushed through, tearing past a silent trio huddled by a fire and finding his way to the room he knew Andromeda would be in.
Faintly he hears Jaskier exclaim from his place by the fire, "fucking, finally!" And he feels a ghost of a smile stretch across his face.
A smile that sinks when he finds himself face-to-face with the door that separated him and the woman he had given his heart to, years before he had even realised.
Geralt wasn't sure if he should knock or barge in like he had done at the other tavern not so long ago. He wasn't sure if he should call out to her or simply get onto his knees and beg from outside.
His hand rested on the doorknob, steady and gentle as he twisted the door and creaked it open, "Rory?"
His voice was quiet, a hopeful whisper that was left unanswered.
As the door opened wider, Geralt could feel his heart sink at the realisation of what he had missed on his wild dash here. Something he should have realised miles before he had even reached the tavern once more.
He couldn't smell her sweet, sickly scent, the absence of orange blossoms and jasmine weighing heavy in his heart.
He couldn't hear her quiet breathing as she drowned herself in her imagination or her ragged breaths as she tried to hold back tears.
He couldn't hear the rustle of fabric as she fidgeted and picked at the loose strings in her clothes, or the sound of her comb brushing through her hair, or her huffs of boredom, or groans of irritations. Nothing.
Geralt could no longer hear the sound of her heartbeat.
He pushed open the door, his mind almost out of control as his actions became desperate. The room was bare, even of Andromeda's belongings and opposite him sat a lonely window, its sheer curtain billowing in the winds.
Rory had left. And it was all his fault.
Geralt's eyes burned, but he no longer had the strength to hold back his tears and let them fall freely down his face.
He walked the rest of the way in the room, sitting down heavily on the bed and basking in the faint smell of orange blossoms that surrounded him, and hidden between them was a scent he recognised as determination.
Geralt looked down at his hands, bloodied and destroyed, and found himself imagining a life where he hadn't lost Andromeda to his stupid mistakes.
He would fix this. He had to.
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buckys-estrella · 1 year
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the lack of jaskier fanfics on this site is truly appalling
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Arranged marriage AU starter sentences: Could I request Jaskier x reader with the prompts “I…think I’m in love?” + Don’t cry. I promise I will love you and protect you to the best of my ability, til death do we part.” + “The moment I saw you, I knew we were meant to be.” Please and thank you!!!
This is so old but I'm trying to get back into writing fanfic on this site so I figured I'd try to clear out my inbox.
Also, I regret nothing because I would absolutely fuck a bard.
Summary: You're in an arranged marriage with Jaskier and meet him the day of your wedding. Sparks fly.
Word count: ~3800
Pairing: Jaskier x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Mention of domestic violence, NSFW smut.
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It wasn't something you wanted. Your father had traded you to settle a debt and quite frankly you were sure your father was the one benefitting the most from the arrangement. It all happened so fast. One moment you were singing in the garden with your mother as you hung up the wash and the next you were engaged to a man you hadn't met and wouldn't meet until you were before the gods and everyone at the altar. You were pissed. Who the hell did that to someone they were supposed to love? Who sold their own child like they were cattle to be easily replaced?
Your mother was against it, and she had pleaded with him to find another way, but your father would have none of it. Apparently it was your job to take care of the family, head of the household be fucking damned. She bought you time. That was all she could do. A week. She bought you a week. A week to make your wedding clothes as was tradition. Part of you wanted to show up in a burlap sack. But that wouldn't have been fair to you. You'd get one wedding, and even if it wasn't for love, you wanted to look beautiful. You wanted whoever your new husband was to know he was marrying an otherworldly beauty that he better not lay a hand on or the gods may smite him.
Your hands hurt. They were covered in pricks from the sewing needle as you put together your dress. It was lace and delicate and white. When you began to work, your mother had pulled out the chest she'd been saving fabric in for you. There were so many scraps and it tugged at your chest at the thought of her putting the collection together over the years for what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life. She helped you with the ribbons and even took apart an old pearl necklace your father had given her to help adorn the neckline and bodice. If you weren't pleased with your husband, you were going to be pleased with yourself.
The week passed by in a blink and you found yourself in the woods on your wedding day. Your heart was in your throat. You couldn't do this. You couldn't leave your mother. Who would help her around the house? Who would protect her from father when he had a little too much and lost more than he'd gained?
You wanted to spit at his feet where you stood at the edge of the clearing. He's going to lose more today than he'll ever gain, you vowed. He began to walk forward, but you tried to walk backwards. His hand clamped around your arm so fast.
"Listen, you good for nothing brat, you will go up there. You will pledge yourself to Lord Jaskier. You will pay my debt or I will make your mother pay," your father harshly whispered in your ear. His breath smelled like whiskey and it churned your empty stomach. "Understood?"
You nodded, hot tears pricking your eyes. You clutched the bunch of wildflowers you'd picked along the way in your hand. Turning back to the clearing, you took in the man waiting for you. Lord Jaskier. You finally had a name. He was quite handsome. His hair was slightly long. Enough that you wanted to tug. He wore a red jacket, and his face had a scruffy shadow to it. But it was his eyes that drew you in. The brilliant blue of a sea you'd never seen. His eyes that lit up as soon as they saw you. He held a hand out to you as you walked down the makeshift aisle.
Your heart thudded in your chest as your father shoved you towards him, tripping on a branch. You braced for the ground, but hands were out to catch you. When you straightened, you found that they were attached to your future husband. He was glaring at your father, but his hands were so gentle on you.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice full of concern.
A stray tear slipped down your cheek. You couldn't tell if it was because of this whole situation or from relief that he at least didn't seem like a monster.
His brows pinched down as he frowned, reaching up to swipe the tear away with his thumb. "Don’t cry, dear heart. I promise I will love you and protect you to the best of my ability, til death do we part and all that,” he stammered.
"And all that," you echoed.
He smiled at you then, and it was as if the sun had shone down from the sky. He did not let go of your hand as you walked towards the officiant. You didn't know if it was because he was afraid you would bolt or because he genuinely wanted to keep touching you. His thumb rubbed yours throughout the ceremony. When it came time for the hand fasting, he gave your hand an affectionate squeeze. You vowed to love and cherish him and some other things that you'd parroted back, but honestly your head was swimming.
This stranger was your husband. This handsome stranger was your husband. He was going to expect things. Things you hadn't really done or experienced before, but things he looked as if he'd be well versed at. What if he didn't love you? What if he never loved you? As your father had shown you, men would say whatever they needed in order to get what they want. Why would Jaskier be any different?
The reception was joyful and loud. The food was good, but it wasn't memorable.
"Love, are you enjoying yourself?" Jaskier asked, picking apart the chicken on his plate.
You nodded absentmindedly, thinking about a million other things than the party going on around you. His hand reached over to take yours. He raised it to his lips, placing a kiss across your knuckles. "Would you care to dance?"
"Oh I'm really not much of a dancer..."
"Then we can just sway together," he said, smiling softly at you. He stood, pulling you gently up with him. You were guided to the middle of the dancers, letting him lead you through the dance.
“The moment I saw you, I knew we were meant to be," he told you, quiet enough that only you could hear as he turned you into his chest.
"In the clearing?" you asked, breathless. He couldn't possibly mean it.
"No, in your garden singing with your mother one afternoon. You were so beautiful and your voice was mesmerizing," his voice was warm and his breath hot against your ear. "I knew then that I needed you in my life."
"And if my father hadn't owed a debt?" you asked, swallowing the dry lump in your throat.
"Then I suppose I would have had to compete with the rest of the men in your village for your heart," he said, spinning you out.
You were dizzy, moreso from his words than the spinning. "Lord Jaskier... what are you saying?"
He pulled you back towards him, running the back of his hand along your cheek, down your neck, further down until his hand settled on your hip.
“I…think I’m in love?”
It was a question. You pulled away from him, feeling cold at the loss of contact. "I think that's enough dancing." You trudged off down a side path, not paying attention to where you were going.
"Wait!" He called after you, following you down the path. "Why are you running?"
"I'm not running."
"You know what I mean."
"Forgive me for not feeling in the mood to celebrate a marriage to a man my father owed a debt. I'm not some prize cattle."
"I never said you were?"
"You can't possibly love me. And you said it like a question. Who admits their love like its a question?"
"I do love you!" He declared, grabbing your hand and stopping you before you walked into the lake. You hadn't noticed it looming in the distance.
"You don't even know me," you murmured, rubbing your arm with your free hand. The forest closed in on you. Birds and insects chirped in the darkness, punctuated by the sound of the water lapping on the shore. The moon reflecting off the lake cast Jaskier in an ethereal glow.
"I'll admit that I know you better than you know me, and I should like to remedy that," he said.
"You-"
He cut you off, listing how you take your tea, the songs you sing when you think no one is around, your favorite flower, "and you love your mother more than anything and protect her from your father."
"And you're taking me away from her! Who will protect her now?" You choked on a sob. His words drew a visceral reaction from you. You felt exposed. Laid bare. Like you stood naked against a man in full armor.
He pulled you close, wrapping you in his arms. "I know, love. I've got someone taking care of it. I need you to trust me."
You nodded into his neck. Then a thought dawned on you. "Jaskier, why do you love me? I didn't even know you existed really until this week. "
"You might as well ask a man why he breathes, love," he said with a chuckle. "I love you because you're you." He kissed your forehead before resting his chin against the top of your head.
This gentle man was your husband. Something in your chest clicked into place. He really did love you. And from what you'd seen from him so far, you did like him. Maybe even love. He protected you. He cared about you. He was incredibly handsome. And now he was singing some elven lullaby softly in your ear and his voice was so soothing. Too soothing. He'd put you to sleep at this rate. You turned to tell him to stop, your lips grazing his cheek. Was he blushing? You smirked. Maybe he wasn't as experienced as you thought? Or maybe he just really liked you? You bit your lip before making a decision. You pressed a firm kiss to his cheek. Then a tentative one to the corner of his mouth. You pulled back, watching him carefully. He cupped your cheek, rubbing his thumb along your cheek bone. Then he was leaning closer and you found yourself leaning right back in. His lips were soft and warm. He kissed you carefully at first, as if you'd pull back and change your mind. When you didn't, his hand sank into your hand, pulling you flush against him as he kissed you hard. Your hands fisted in his shirt as you walked him back up against a tree. You sucked on his bottom lip, curious as to how he'd taste. He tasted like fruity wine and he groaned against your mouth. His other hand gripped your hip and you couldn't help it. You wanted more. You were curious as to what he knew and how he could make you feel. You'd heard stories from the other wives about the first night and most had said it was disappointing, but you felt as if he would thrill you.
But, you also knew that he wouldn't push you. You'd have to make him beg so he knew you wanted it and that you were letting him do it. You took his hand and slid it up towards your chest, laying it over your breast before squeezing his hand so he squeezed you. He let out a whine against your lips, squeezing a little harder.
He pulled back, leaning his forehead against yours as he panted hard. He spun you so that your back was against the tree. His lips were desperate, trailing kisses along your jaw, down to your ear where he gently nipped your earlobe, and then down your neck. His breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine. He kneeled before you, his hands resting on your ankles. "Please, love."
"Please what?" you asked, breathless.
His hand tentatively pushed up your dress hem, placing a kiss to your left knee. "Please let me have you. All of you. I will make it worth your while. I will show you stars and sing songs about your beauty. I will worship you as my muse." He kissed a trail up your thigh, your skirt lopsided. You drew a sharp breath as his lips grazed your hip, tilting your head against the rough tree bark.
"All of me?" you asked him, a teasing tone. "My heart isn't so freely given."
"Then let me earn it," he begged.
You looked down at him. His eyes shone in the moonlight and he looked so desperate, his pupils large with more than just lust. You thought back to something your neighborhood friend had said, and decided to be bold. You swung your left leg over his shoulder. "Then earn it."
His eyes widened as he turned his head, his lips making full contact with your thigh. He kissed a trail up, up, up, his left hand pushing your dress up and all the way to the side.
The air was cold against your naked flesh, your nerves suddenly creating a storm in your belly. No man had seen you like this before. And here your husband was looking at you, not as if he'd seen so many before, but as if you were a new, uncharted territory. An enchanted artifact lost to time and just now discovered. He placed a kiss to your hip and continued to kiss across your waist. His eyes the whole time looking up at you, taking in every moment, prepared to stop should you request it. His mouth hovered in front of your sensitive skin and you could feel his hot breath, making you squirm. He placed a tentative kiss above your slit. You sucked in a breath and the bastard smiled. His confidence was growing and he licked along you. The sensation was foreign but not unwelcome. And then his tongue was entering, searching, finding. Your hand slid into his hair, grabbing it hard to pull him closer. He groaned against you, his hands now gripping you hard as he shoved his face against you. He was licking and sucking and you were lost trying to figure out the motions of it all because all you could do was feel. Your head leaned hard against the tree, your hair knotting in the bark as you tried to focus but it was all so new and amazing. Your heart was beating madly in your chest to the point where it felt as though it might burst out against your ribs and you'd die here in this bliss in this man's arms. He devoured you as if no food or drink could satisfy his hunger, only you. It was then that you fully grasped the devotion of this man.
Here he was on his knees.
Here he was taking care of you before asking anything of you in return.
Here he was worshipping you.
Here was your husband.
Here was a man you could love. Who clearly loved you.
Your body began to tremble, your legs weak as you felt like every lick of his tongue and suck of his lips wound something tighter within you. You were leaning more fully on him, and he reached up , throwing your other leg over his shoulder and you let him, knowing it wouldn't hold you up on its own anymore. Your back dug further into the tree, but you didn't care. You bucked against his mouth. Reaching up, you grabbed onto a branch above you.
"J-jaskier!" You gasped, feeling as if you were on the edge of an uncharted cliff. Down below would be darkness. Down below was the unknown. He sucked hard on your clit and you realized you didn't care. Down below was adventure and Jaskier. You threw yourself over that edge, falling, falling, falling and suddenly crashing waves hit you and you realized what it was. Down below was bliss and you were swimming in it. Drowning in it. Gulping it deep down into your throat.
The night air was cold and rough in your lungs as you struggled to catch your breath. Jaskier licked you languidly before placing a gentle kiss to your clit. He pulled back, carefully placing your legs back on the earth. Still, he held onto them, which was probably for the best as you were still very wobbly.
"I think you earned it," you breathed, looking down at him. His hair was positively disheveled from your hands, and the boyish grin he gave you almost made your knees give out on the spot. You joined him on the ground, kneeling before him, remembering the things that were actually supposed to happen on your wedding night and suddenly wanting them to happen very much if you felt like this just from his mouth, his glorious mouth. Your hands fisted the lapels of his jacket, pulling him in for a hot kiss. He tasted like you. That thought clanged through you as you continued to kiss him, pushing his jacked off his shoulders. You slid your hands under his shirt, feeling the strong muscles of his chest.
He pulled back, holding your face in his hands. "We don't have to if you don't want-"
You cut him off with another kiss. "No, I want to, I want to very much." You kissed him rapidly in succession, your lips trailing down his jaw to his neck, nipping his collar bone. He moaned at that, gently pushing you away to pull off his shirt and give you more access. Your lips were greedy, marking every square inch of him you could find, kissing down, down, down to the edge of his pants. There was a visible bulge in his trousers that you were curious about. You'd seen a man's member before, entirely by accident, but this was different. The was your lover. Your hands trembled slightly as you reached for the ties to his pants, tugging them loose until he was free.
He was glorious. You took it in your hand, stroking the velvety skin. Jaskier hissed, leaning his head down in the grass. A wicked thought crossed your mind. But, he was your husband and you could do with each other as you wished. So you leaned down, taking him in your mouth. Jaskier swore, his hand reflexively settling on your head, just resting there as you moved up and down, sliding your tongue hard against him. You enjoyed how he squirmed, and it made you want to do more, twirling your tongue around the head until Jaskier softly pulled you off. He sat up, sliding his hands up your legs, hiking your skirt up with it until his hands settled on the soft swell of your ass. He gripped you firmly, pulling you forward and into his lap. You placed your hands on his shoulders for balance. You could feel him beneath you, his heat radiating against your core. Looking down at him with a smirk, you decided to tease him, dragging yourself so that the head of his cock slipped just ever so slightly back and forth along your slit. He took the deepest breath.
"It's going to hurt at first," he murmured. "You control the speed and depth."
You nodded. You leaned your forehead against his, exhaling and slowly sinking down onto him. He was a great length, not too long or too short, and just the right thickness to stretch you in a way that felt snug. Still, inch by inch you lowered yourself down, breathing through clenched teeth until you were fully seated on him.
Jaskier kissed you softly. "You are amazing."
You kissed him long and slow as you adjusted, clenching around him to test it out. His hands tightened around your hips.
"Love," he said, his voice strained.
You kissed him, pressing hard against his mouth and began to move. The two of you went slow at first, but then you started to pick up the pace, speeding up every time you found him getting in sync with you. He drilled up into you and you pushed him down into the ground, your hands tightening on his shoulders. You felt that same pressure building within you as he captured your lips with his, kissing you as if you were air and he were drowning. He felt amazing and then he was hitting a new spot as he adjusted your hips and your head was swimming. You couldn't keep up, haphazardly smashing your hips against his as you were pulled back into a sea of bliss, seeing stars behind your eyelids. Jaskier swallowed your strangled cry, holding you close against him. He gasped your name, slowing down until his stilled within you. His chest was sweaty beneath your hands. You rested your cheek against his collar bone as you caught your breath. He gently slid out of you, tucking himself back into his pants before turning on his side to hold you. You were both looking over the vast expanse of the lake, listening to it lap against the shore as you just enjoyed being together.
Jaskier kissed the top of your head. "I wasn't planning to make love to you in the woods," he said. His chuckle rumbled along your spine.
"No, most people don't." you replied, feeling cheeky. You turned to him, resting your head on the inside of his arm. "Is that what we did, make love?"
"Depends. If you felt like love grew from it then yes, otherwise I guess we just fucked." He looked at you expectantly.
You kissed his nose. "I love you."
Jaskier kissed you long and slow, savoring you. "Good, because you're stuck with me." His smirk set your heart aflame.
"I am curious, though..."you said with a grin.
"What about, love?"
"If this was making love then what does it feel like to fuck?"
Jaskier grinned wolfishly. "Oh, you'll find out. Preferably in bed, though, where I don't have sticks pressed into my arse during it."
You shoved him playfully, rolling up to stand. The moon was sinking down towards the horizon. It would be day soon in a few hours. "Where to now, husband?"
Jaskier stood, picking his shirt off the ground. He shook off the leaves before pulling it on over his head. He picked up his jacket and hung it around your shoulders. You hadn't realized you were shivering in the midnight chill. "I think we go home." He offered you his hand and you took it this time without hesitation, letting him lead you towards your new life.
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The Heros: Geralt Of Rivia- A Pair
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Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Yennefer x Fem Reader
Pov: Everyone
Warning: Smut, 18+, many partners, fluff, yearning, size kink, vouyer kink, p in v , finger fucking, FOR ADULTS, breathe play, NSFW, oral (F and M receiving), unprotected sex.
Summary: Geralt can't wait to get you and Yennfer in his bed.
A/n- firefly-graphics for dividers
WC- 3.1k
The Witcher Master List // The Heros Master List
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Had he meant to be snooping and peaking around half way closed doors.  Probably not if it wasn’t for the loud moaning that was coming from behind the door than Geralt wouldn’t have done a damn thing. He stood there, just a few feet away from the doors, he didn’t know who was in that room. He wasn’t really concerned, but that hard on pressing into his trouser was growing worse and worse. Hard to keep his attention away from.  
Had the door been left just a crack on purpose. Geralt didn’t know, and honestly it wasn’t like it mattered anymore. The closer that Geralt managed to walk towards the doors. The louder the moans got, the more it became clear exactly who it was.  
Yennefer and Y/n.  
There they are. Laying in silk sheets, a deep purple that make the two of them pop out of the dark room. Geralt continued to watch the two of them. Yennefer and Y/n were so close, little gasps getting lost in the quiet air around them. Geralt had always found Yennefer graceful, and then there was Y/n, a new idea of beautiful. Something that was just so drastically different about these two girls.  
He had yet to notice the fact that Yennefer was stripping Y/n clean of her clothes. The teasing was driving Y/n up the wall. Her fingers trying desperately to grab at the regal women that was standing in front of her. “You’re so beautiful you know that Y/n.” Yennefer said, as she lifted the dress over Y/n’s frame. Tits bouncing as the fabric passed them by.  
Yennefer was right, Y/n was beautiful. All the curves of her body, the bounce of her tits, and how dumb like she looked sitting there waiting for Yennefer's next move. Eyes glazed over by the idea of sex. Geralt had to quiet his breathing. He didn’t want to get caught with his hands shoved halfway down his trouser. He didn’t wanna get caught palming himself to the thought of getting to watch the two fuck each other. 
Harsh words Geralt thought but that was he wanted. He wanted to see the two of them come undone around each other. He wanted to see Yennefer with her mouth suckling around Y/n’s little tits, he wanted to see Yennefer with her hands in Y/n’s hair pulling her further and closer to her drenching pussy.  
He wanted to see everything, but he didn’t want the girls to know he was there and that’s in fact what happened. He got a show of his life. Yennefer had been sucking and licking at the skin around Y/n’s neck. With Y/n hands came to comb through Yennefer's hair. A small pull here and there that would cause a deep groan and moan to come from Yennefer.  
Geralt couldn't help himself. He pulled his cock out from his trouser. Red mushroom tipped cock that was smeared with pre-cum. Leaking practically right down his hand. He felt drained and he hadn’t even cum yet. But the scene that was happening in front of him was sending him over the edge. Yennefer had teased her fingers down to Y/n’s clit. Her folds making the most delicious wet noises. Geralt watched as Yennefer fingers disappeared and reappeared a coat of slick them.  
Geralt was drowning in the scent of sex, all while he watched the two girls. Yennefer finger fucking Y/n. Both of them moaning into each other mouths. A load was coming fast and hard, as Geralt continued to pump his cock. Teasing himself, his hand getting tighter around his cock before he would look back up. Finding Yennefer eyeing him through the large enough crack in the door. All while she kept her fingers deep within Y/n’s soaking pussy. A wink from her as Geralt pumped his cock, he was so close.  
Cut off when a puff of purple magic drifted up to the door. Slamming it shut. There he was standing up against the wall, holding his cock in his hand. So close to the edge, Yennefer was a bitch sometimes, but it was the best feeling in the world.  
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Geralt was a little surprised the next time he was in room with you. You were drunk, not like you didn’t know what was happening. He wasn’t that sick to just fuck you and then leave you in an old ratty bed. You had never noticed just how much bigger Geralt was compared to you. He was so big, large enough hands that you had many dreams about his fingers sinking into your pussy. All you thought about was Geralt. Although he was a big man, that lead you to wonder just how big his cock was under those skin tight trousers he wore no matter what.  
Large shoulders that all you could imagine was grabbing onto them while he fucked you hard and rough. Up against the wall outside the bar, that had been a large dream of yours. Had it been a bad idea, no? You even thought that it might happen tonight. You wondered, you hoped that it would. Yennefer had talked about her and Geralt. How huge his cock was, just how much control he would have over your body.  
The words circled your mind just like the alcohol did. Your veins pumping with the idea of sex and the scent of alcohol. “Geralt, you’re so hot did you know that.” You spoke. The booth was tinier than you remembered it being when you first walked into the tavern. But you weren’t mad, you were leaning up against him, shoulders touching, knees grazing together. The tavern was busy, nobody was able to hear your words as Geralt chocked on his drink. His face was always stoic, so it was amazing to see the expression of shock. Curious to what Geralt was think you continued to talk. “Just so hot that all I can think about is just how big that cock of yours is.” You said creeping hands and even your body over into his lap. He swallowed his drink, looking over at you finally. Yellow eyes looking into yours.  
In a whimper “I wanna know all the dirty things you can do, Geralt.” You spoke. You’ll never know if that’s what broke the thinning string between Geralt or if it was your hands that cupped his cock squeezing him perfectly. You’d had never seen Geralt get up so fast, that you thought you had done something wrong, but you were far from right.  
Hell, you had never been dragged off to a room so quickly.  
Dragging you up the stairs, you always forget that’s there's little room up there. Little room that aren’t meant for the giant of person that Geralt is. The room isn’t meant for him, so what makes him think that the shitty bed will be able to hold him and you.  
Geralt dumps all of his belongs on the floor. Trousers that look like he’s uncomfortable, you stare right there. Your cheeks are warm to the touch and you can’t manage to catch your breath all because you were finally getting what you had been dreaming of.  
Was this really happening? Was he really going to fuck you just because you had pressed a few nerves? Had he been thinking about what you tasted like? Had he been thinking what it you be like to fuck you hard, so hard that the people below them would groan at the loud moans and breaking of furniture?  
You shivered at the thought. The thoughts. They swirled around your mind that you hadn’t even noticed that Geralt was already undressing you. A dress falling down your firgure. The lace up corset had been discarded... More like destroyed a large rip in the fabric. A groan as the fabric fell caused you to come back to reality. All in your thoughts you hadn’t notice that Geralt had discarded his own shirt.  
Muscles on full displace for you and only you to see, touch and lick. Geralt looked like a damn god. Toned and all there for you to touch. Your fingers had a mind of their own. Going out to reach for his body, he was so cold but it was great contrast to the heat that was erupting from your body.  
He dragged the both of you over the bed. The back of your knees hitting the small bed underneath you. “You look so damn good. Perfect little tits for me to suck on.” Geralt said laying you down nicely on the bed, his knee coming to sit between your open legs. You were in heaven, he smelt like fucking heaven and it was intoxicating. His mouth landed on your pulse point, eyes rolling back into your head. Your hand came up to tangle in his long silver hair. Suck, Geralt did on everything, every bit of skin he was able to find with you laying there just for him to take.  
Your tits were his favorite, sucking, teasing, and playing with him as he licked at your skin. “Gods you’re just so tiny, just a fuckable little thing, all for me to have for my own.” He said as he lifted up your tit. His eyes were glazed over with something you’d never seen before. Was the idea of having sex with you? Or was that Geralt had waited just as longer, if not longer to finally get you underneath him? You’ll never know, but it’s not really important is it.  
Not when he’s stripping himself of his trouser his cock hitting his tone stomach. The smack was enough to makes you soaked right there, not that you hadn’t been. You could imagine what you looked like under Geralt. Bruised with little nips here and there across your skin, dark red and purples hickey where Geralt had sucked at your skin trying desperately to get all of you in his mind. Like he didn’t want to forget you.  
You had never been teased like Geralt was teasing you. Just standing there, looking over at you. As he teasing the tip of his cock at your soaked pussy. He was drowning in the feeling, he was trying so hard to not just sink in, growing exasperated. You lunged forward wrapping your legs around his waist. There was no more teasing anymore. His cock felt like it was ripping you apart. “Fuck Y/n, so tight. Just for me. Just for me to fuck right.” He groaned out. His hand falling beside your head, the pace was nonsexist but you knew what was coming. Once Geralt was at full hilt it was fair game to fuck you with all of his strength. Your walls sucking him in with every thrust, your eyes rolling into the back of head.  
Your moans filled the room, probably falling past the walls and down the stairs for everyone to hear. Neither of you cared. Geralt continued to fuck you groaning each time, his cock continuing to nudge at your womb. The feeling had you right at the edge already and you were loving it all. Loving his hand that switched from leaning on the bed to grabbing your throat. “You gonna cum all over my cock Y/n?” Geralt groaned as your pussy fluttered around his cock. You moaned, but the thrusts stopped and instead his cock was still. “I want an answer Y/n.” Geralt said turning my head to look up at him. You were so drunk on the sex, that you did just what you were told. “I’m so close, just keep fucking me... Please Geralt, please just.” You said through breathy moans.  
“Such a good little slut, a good little slut that wants to cum.” Geralt said, his thrusts coming back to a nice rhythm. Your vision went white and all you heard was the grunting of Geralt above you and then the breaking of the bed. Geralt was fucking you so hard that the frame of the bed had broken. A hand came to wrap it around your waist. Picking you up as Geralt continued to use you til his cum slipped deep in your womb.  
Had Yennefer meant for that to happen? No she hadn’t meant for it to happen that way, but it was driving her insane. THe constant back and forth between the three of them. After she caught Geralt watching her and Y/n, she was more then okay with creating a nice little spell for Y/n, and Geralt to finally fuck each other. A spell that had caused a few damages to the tarven that they were in that night. 
Yennefer would never call herself a jealous person but the things that Geralt and Y/n, did that night was all she talked about. Y/n loved that her dreams had finally come true, she talked about just how big Geralt was, how he had made her cum three times that night. She was starting to hate the fact she had shared her Y/n. Shared the body precious little body that was Y/n’s.  
Jealous of Geralt would never admit that. Jealous that she hadn’t used her spell, her ruse to get Geralt to fuck her instead. Yes, that’s why. Was that why Yennefer was up in the last night hours coming up with yet another spell, a cast that would make all their dreams come true. After Y/n and Geralt had returned from their night in the tavern yes all she talked about was Geralt fucking her, breaking things and then doing it two more times. Y/n also talked about the fact she never got to chock on his cock.  
Had Yennefer created a sex monster with Y/n. She was addicted to the feel, the way the highs come and would go through her body. She was obsessed with everything. So, she asks herself again, what was she doing in the dead of night creating this spell.  
Well, she fulfilling her needs and Y/n’s. With the greatest fix of them all. 
Geralt of Rivia.  
Her spell went out with a hitch. Spreading between the three of them. A night that had been a tiresome one. It brought cool and deep sleep, that's when she did it. The purples hues could be seen drifting around the room, that night Yennefer went to sleep for the first time feeling refreshed and pleased with her work.  
The next night after the spell is when shit hit the fan. In the best way possible. There's a deep grunt that comes from Geralt, he’s itching to get out trouser. Yennefer can hear the desperate feeling, it’s the same feeling she’s got going on right now. Her cunt flutters around nothing, but the thought of Geralt's tongue diving deep within her cunt is sending her into overdrive. Y/n can also be seen shifting and rubbing her thighs together, itching to get some sort of relief.  
A little moan falls from Y/n’s mouth. It’s enough to tip the scale. Geralt is stripping himself of his clothes. Trouser and shirt flying through the air landing in a growing pile of Yennefer's dress. Then there's Y/n who’s still rubbing her thighs together to get some sort of traction. She desperately, teasing herself. Her fingers playing with her tits squeezing them through her dress. The two watch her tease and play with herself. Yennefer can’t help herself, so she leans over kissing Geralt hot on the mouth. Geralt can’t figure out who to pay attention to. His mouth is on Yennefer's mouth, but the corners of his eye is watching Y/n grope at her tits.  
“She’s so fucking hot isn’t she?” Yennefer asks Geralt. The kiss ending. Geralt's bits his lip, looking between him. “I have an idea.” Geralt says. Walking over to Y/n he pulls her from her frantic teasing. “You wanna help me with my idea doll?” Geralt asks Y/n, she’s quick to nod her head, wanting nothing mor then to be back in Geralt's arms. The only one that’s not naked is Y/n, so with the help of Yennefer and Geralt they are quick to undress her. Just like always her tits bounce when the dress fabric passes them.  
“So, what’s your idea Geralt?” Yennefer asks him. He lays down showing her instead of saying anything more. His cock is standing at attention waiting for a mouth or a cunt to seep down or into. The two most beautiful women are standing in front of him. “Y/n what did you say you were mad you didn’t get a chance to do?” Yennefer asks Y/n, she was exposing her but that didn’t matter not right now.  
“I wanted to suck Geralt cock but didn’t get the chance to.” She says sweetly. Geralt groans and his cock twitches from the words. “Well come over here sweet thing.” Geralt's says putting out a hand to guide Y/n over to his cock. “Fuck your mouth is so good.” Geralt says as Y/n kitten licks and sucks at his tip. Yennefer stands and watches all of this. She’s loving the way that Y/n is practically just a little fuck toy for Geralt to use right now, but she wants Geralt's swearing mouth on her cunt more than anything.  
“Geralt?” She speaks. Her words are more seductive. “Fuck, yeah Yen.” Geralts is already half lidden with Y/n sucking his cock. But with a quick motion of her body swinging around his body and up to his head are throwing a loop in his groans and moans. It causes a twitch in his cock when he sees Yennefer's soft cunt above him. Y/n’s moans at the twitch and sucks harder around his cock.  
“Fuck Yen, you have such a pretty little pussy, don’t you?” He says, his tongue poking out through his teeth. He’s desperately trying not to buck into Y/ns mouth with her constant moaning and gripping of his over sensitive cock. “Will you eat me out Geralt?” Yennefer asks him. She just wants to ride his face. She wants to come all over his lips and cheeks. She wants to remember the feeling of his tongue fucking her. She wants to have that toe-curling orgasms. Like she did so many years ago when they first met.  
The slurping sounds can be heard from behind her as Geralt slams her down on his face. The force is so hard that it takes the breath out of her. She moans almost automatically at the feeling of his lips and tongue playing with her pussy. Yennefer feels just a little bad that Y/n isn’t getting any pleasure but she assumes that the cock in her mouth is enough to keep going till the dawn of time.  
That night, Geralt pulled enough orgasms out of the two girls that he can’t even touch them gently to take care of them without them melting them. At one point Yen, and Y/n are both licking and sucking at Geralts cock. Cupping his balls causing his deep groaning to turn whinny and high.  
At least they aren’t dancing around each other anymore.  
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Completed on 12/30/22
Posted on: 12/31/22
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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 | 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 / 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐫
requested by @tiktokitssinoclock
A/N: Jaskier my beloved himbo! thank you sm for this request, I hope you like it!
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Geralt looks from you, to Jaskier, to you again, and then back to Jaskier. He lets out a gruff hum.
“Have fun last night, did you bard?” He muses in his deep, flat tone.
“What? What do you mean?” Jaskier stammers quickly, a blush creeping into his cheeks.
Geralt gives a pointed look towards the collection of purple marks dotted all over Jaskier’s neck and throat. Jaskier rambles and stutters awkwardly whilst you just smirk, memories of the previous night flooding into your brain.
You were sat in Jaskier’s lap, wearing nothing but one of his loose shirts and your underwear. Jaskier was shirtless, left in nothing but his tight trousers as your grinder yourself against him. Your lips move fervently against his as his hands hold onto your waist. Your hands roamed all over this impressive body, scratching your nails across the curves of his muscles, leaving red marks in your wake.
You dip your head and start kissing across his neck and throat. You keep your kisses light and soft as you travel across his neck, peppering him with affection. He groans gently, his hips pushing up slightly against yours. When you reach the curve where his neck meets his shoulder you bite down on his skin.
“Ooh, ow,” Jaskier whines.
“Oh don’t the such a baby,” you roll your eyes lightly as you continue your assault on his skin.
“I’m not being a baby,” he huffs. “It hurt,” he pouts.
“Oh yeah?” You pull back to look at him, titling your head to the side cockily. “You want me stop?” You ask mockingly, stopping your grinding movement on his hips too.
His hands quickly grab onto your hips, desperate for you to start moving again.
“N-no, I didn’t say that,” he blushes.
“Good,” you hum, slowly starting up your grinding motion again. “Because I plan on leaving you covered in bruises for everyone to see,” you continue kissing and biting at his neck.
You suck after each bite, pulling the blood to the surface, putting all your focus and energy into leaving deep purple marks all over his throat. He groans softly, letting his head fall back slightly, letting you have even better access to his neck. You hum your approval, scratching your nails down his stomach again.
“I’m gonna show everyone who you belong to,” you murmur against his skin. "That while they may all get to enjoy your music,” you kiss his Adam’s apple, “I’m the only one who gets to enjoy you...”
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Hello you lovely people. 💚 I can't believe that there's really 1.5 k of you following me and I feel so honoured and blessed because I got to meet so many wonderful people. Of course, something like that calls for a celebration. The celebration will run until February 5th 2023 because that's my birthday, and I think that's a good date to stop that. Instead of writing myself, I'm going to give you a list of prompts (SFW, NSFW and scenarios). Just send me an ask telling my which prompt you want to do (you can combine them AND they can be done by multiple people) and which pairing you want to write it for (The Witcher and Stranger Things, any pairing you want). I'll read all of them, reblog them, and compile a list at the end to get them all together. When you post it, please tag me and tag it with #staffis 1.5 k celebration Among all those who reblog this post and who help spread the word, I will give away five sets (maybe more, we'll see) of stickers, and among those who write for this, I will give away 3 handpainted bags with the Hellfire Club Logo and little Eddie on the other side.
Gonna put the prompts below the cut, because otherwise, it wil probably be way too long. If you have any questions, my askbox is open. This is a way to celebrate, as well as spreading some love for other writers 💚💚
Lyric Prompts
“Every time that we meet I skip a heartbeat.” (Heartbeat - Scouting for Girls)
“I will always be right here to hold your hand.” (The Little Things - Keywest)
“Cause I need you so much, I can’t lose you.” (Hole in My Heart - Luke Friend)
“I’m not perfect, but I keep trying!” (Perfect - Hedley)
“Sometimes you make me a better person, sometimes you bring out the worst.” (Little Too Much - Natasha Beddingfield)
“If you wanna fight, I’ll stand right beside you!” (The Heart Never Lies - McFly)
“You have stolen my heart.” (Stolen - Dashboard Confessional)
“Let’s compare scars, I’ll tell you whose is worse.” (Swing Life Away - Rise Against)
“If I can’t have you right now, I’ll wait dear.” (Patience- Guns n’  Roses)
“I love you till the end of time. Come what may!” (Come What May - Moulin Rouge OST)
“For the person 15-year-old me would be proud to have known.” (Battle Cries - The Amazing Devil)
“Baby, you’re all that I need.” (Bed of Roses - Bon Jovi)
“I know there’s someone out there feeling just like I feel.” (Handwritten - The Gaslight Anthem)
“You’re the only one I see, love, and that’s the one thing that won’t change.” (Never Stop - SafetySuit)
“I love her because she moves in her own way.” (She Moves in Her Own Way - The Kooks)
“Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer.” (Thunder - Boys Like Girls)
“I know it’s late, but I had to get out and… somehow I ended up at your door.”
SFW Prompts
“Of course I came for you. I will always be there for you, no matter what!”
“I’m sorry… I didn’t want you to see me like that.”
“Where does all the blood come from? Are you hurt? Wait… This isn’t your blood!”
“Oh God, what on earth have you done now?”
“I am so in love with you and it hurts like hell that you don’t even notice!”
“I hate to ask this of you, but can you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?”
“You have no idea how much I want to choke you right now!” “Ohh kinky.” “Not like that!”
“You know, a hug can be like medicine and make some of the pain go away. Wanna try?”
“Will you please, please just kiss me now?”
“I’ll kick his ass, if you want me to. No problem at all!”
“Is it okay, if we just lie down and watch a movie? I’m not feeling so good.”
“The frosting goes on the cupcakes! You’re not supposed to eat it just like that!”
“I just want to be alone, is that so hard to understand?”
“It breaks my heart to see you like this!”
“Even after everything we’ve been through, I’d still choose you. I will always choose you!”
“Scoot over, I’m gonna get in bed with you. You need some cuddles.”
“It’s alright! It was just a dream, you’re safe here. Tell me all about it so I can fix it, hm?”
“I know it’s not the best, but-” “I love it!”
“I really wish I was enough for you, but that’s never gonna happen.”
“Well then, who do you like?” “Oh, maybe the person I talk to all the time, the person I talk to every fucking day!” “You talk to me every day.” “Yeah…” “Oh!”
NSFW Prompts
“How about you put these lips to work instead of just talking all the time?”
“Will you stop talking, or do I have to make you shut up?”
“Don’t hide from me. Let me see you!”
“I need to feel you… Now!”
“I had a dream about you last night. Woke up hard/wet. Wanna hear about it?”
“Are you gonna be a good girl/boy for me?”
“Care to elaborate why you are going through my drawer and what you’re planning to do with that vibrator?”
“Now, now, don’t play shy now. Let me hear you!”
“You taste like heaven, and I can’t get enough.”
“Stop wiggling around, I’m trying to sleep! Wait… what’s tha… oh!”
“Fuck… just… right there! That feels so good!”
“Feel what you’re doing to me? That’s all because of you!”
“Take off your clothes. Slowly. I want to watch you.”
“I know you said no marks… But what if I put them where nobody except for me will see them?”
“You act all innocent and look so sweet, but I know what a dirty mind you really have.”
“We have to be quiet. If you make a sound, I’ll have to stop!”
“You tell me to stop teasing you, yet you moan all the time.”
“When I tell you to sit on my face, I want you to sit, is that clear?”
“Oh no, don’t stop on my account. I’m really enjoying the view.”
“I don’t like being told what to do, unless I’m naked. So can we move that to the bedroom?”
“Can I watch you?”
Scenarios
A is talking on the phone to someone, while B comes up behind A and successfully distracts A with kisses to the neck, making A end the call early.
Baking together for the first time, which ends with flour and other ingredients where they don’t belong, and lots of laughter.
Lying in each others arms after having sex, while A finally confesses their feelings, and B falls asleep before they can even hear it.
Tracing your fingers over your lover’s freckles or even connecting them with a pen while they are asleep.
Sitting in silence watching the stars, hands inching closer, until they finally interlace their fingers, smiling to themselves.
Giving your crush your scarf and your gloves in cold weather, because you want to keep them warm.
Waking up to your lover pressed against your back, already awake, but they don’t want to get up just yet.
Coming home to find your lover made a pillow fort, ordered pizza and already got a movie set up for you to watch in that fort.
Going to a family wedding with your best friend, who you introduced as you boy-/girlfriend so that your family doesn’t try to set you up with someone - that means you’ll also share a bed for the night.
Coming home to smoke in the kitchen, because your lover wanted to make a cake for you, but is an absolute disaster in the kitchen.
Teaching your crush how to dance, because they want to know the basics for an event, which ends in lots of body contact, beating hearts, and an invitation to be their date for said event.
Being on the phone with your lover and they tell you “I love you” for the first time before hanging up, which makes for a very interesting next meeting.
Being at a loss for words, not able to express how you feel, so you just pull the other one close and kiss them instead. Actions speak louder than words.
Making it through a family dinner or some other event to come home and help each other out of these clothes. Unzipping a dress, unbuttoning a shirt with lots of soft touches and kisses that turn carnal at one point.
You come home drunk from a party, and your partner takes care of you, makes sure you get to bed safe, have enough water, and you tell them that you appreciate it, but there’s this wonderful person, who already has your heart, so you have to behave.
Going for a drive in the middle of the night, because you both can’t sleep, listening to your favourite songs and singing along, trying to be louder than the other one.
Surprising your loved one with recreating your first date, asking them if they remember all of that.
Scars tell the story of where we’ve been, they are a part of us, and you show that to your loved one with kissing all of their scars.
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Would you care to dance, my dear?
Pairing: Jaskier x female reader
Summary: Jaskier has been invited to perform at a ball and has convinced the reader to attend with him, but she is uncomfortable - that is, until she sneaks into the garden for some air and Jaskier notices and joins her.
Words: 2.6K
Warnings: lots of fluff, reader implied to be female, close friends to lovers, lots of hugs and singing from the bard, mutual pining, reader has a lot of thoughts at the start but I promise there is heaps of soft bard fluff after!
A/n: So I was thinking about the lack of Jaskier fics with a demisexual reader, and came up with this. It certainly doesn't have to be read that way, but it was in the back of my mind when I was writing. The song lyrics are from Fair by The Amazing Devil, it's a beautiful song you should all go listen to. As always it's unedited, so apologies for errors. Hope you enjoy!
You hunched slightly in your seat as your surroundings continued to encroach on you. Loud chatter and laughter, the clinking of glasses, expensive shoes tapping against tiles, figures brushing past you on their way to the ballroom floor.
No one had asked you to dance yet, thank the gods. You were sure it had something to do with your miserable expression and the men's pants and doublet you wore, in stark contrast to the elaborate gowns and hairstyles of the other women in the room.
The night was only made more tolerable, of course, by your companion, Jaskier. An excellent bard, and your best friend, he'd asked you to accompany him to the party at which he'd been invited to perform. You were reluctant at first, preferring the quiet comfort of a tavern or a night under the stars, but he'd seemed so disappointed by your initial refusal, staring at you with those sad blue eyes until you finally caved. The clothing was another issue, as you owned nothing formal, hated dresses in fact, but he gladly lent you one of his simpler outfits, insisting you'd look wonderful in anything. You'd scoffed at his words, but were appreciative of his consideration for your comfort.
He danced about the room, strumming a playful tune on his lute, grinning from ear to ear as he winked at various party goers. You rolled your eyes, unable to help a smirk as you watched. Ever the performer, it wasn't only his music, but his whole manner that served to entertain the guests. He always looked beautiful in this setting, radiating happiness, thoroughly in his element. His blue doublet was open, the low cut shirt beneath revealing a smattering of hair on his chest, which heaved as he sung. His boyish fringe was swept across his face, which seemed almost sculpted, the golden glow of the many candles in the room accentuating his delicate features. Then there were his eyes. You loved his eyes, a mesmerising blue, always seeming to convey such an unbelievable level of meaning and emotion, drawing you in the longer you looked.
Noticing you staring his way, he gladly returned the smile you didn't realise you'd given him, his eyes seeming to light up even more upon meeting yours. You gave him an encouraging nod, and he grinned, launching into another song. At least he wouldn't feel guilty for dragging you along if you pretended to be enjoying yourself.
As the night dragged on, you found it harder to maintain your false appearance of positivity. You fiddled with the undoubtedly expensive food on your plate, unsure exactly of what it was and unwilling to find out. You had rejected a couple of young men who'd offered you dances, finding yourself as completely uninterested as usual, instead mumbling apologies and excuses about a sore leg. As the guests became louder, drunker, rowdier, you finally stood abruptly, in dire need of fresh air. You threw a final glance in the direction of the bard, who was currently preoccupied with entertaining a gaggle of young women with what was most likely some dramatic tale of dreamy lovers. He shouldn't notice if you stepped outside for a few minutes. Taking a deep breath, you wove your way towards the large double doors leading to the gardens beyond.
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Taking deep breaths of fresh air, you wandered between rows of brightly coloured flowers, running your fingers through the petals as their sweet scents brushed across your nose. You manoeuvred between carefully trimmed hedges until you reached a low marbled bench, placed before an intricately carved fountain with mythical figures intertwined beneath the rippling water. Sitting down with a sigh, you ran your fingers through your messy hair, a nervous habit you'd never quite managed to shake. You didn't know why you were so averse to these kinds of gatherings. The people? The clothes? The food? Maybe it was just the atmosphere, the fake smiles, the superficial laughter, the whispered barbs whenever someone turned their back.
Or maybe you were just paranoid. Maybe all these people really were enjoying themselves. Maybe you should be too - you were, after all, invited as a guest, arriving with your dearest friend, a man for who many here would give a great deal in order to take your place at his side. Many of the women he'd thrown nonchalant winks and smiles at tonight would be jealous of a relationship which doesn't actually exist, like many others who'd assumed the pair of you to be lovers simply by observing your innate closeness. You'd never understand the way all those women could so quickly fall for him, for anyone, really. He'd often encouraged it, of course - less so now, you'd noticed, but certainly when you'd first met. He seemed to fall in love with everyone, and they always seemed immediately infatuated with him in return. While his reputation wasn't as extensive as he'd have people believe, he had a reputation nonetheless. Still, it was something you hadn't even considered when you'd first met, and Jaskier seemed just as glad of your friendship as he would have been had you sought something more.
Of course, you'd be lying if you said you hadn't grown to find him quite attractive, beautiful in spirit and appearance, with a kind, empathetic soul. You found your thoughts drifting, lulled into a daze by the soft trickle of water from the fountain and the distant chirping of night insects. You really loved him, that much you knew. He was your constant companion, your closest friend, your bard. But recently you couldn't help but find yourself wondering if he could be... not something more, that implied your friendship was of far less significance than it was, but... something different. Why now? You'd been friends for years. Why couldn't you have had these feelings and acted on them from the start? Or why couldn't they have just stayed away completely? You groaned, frustrated with your own thoughts, placing your head in your hands.
"Are you alright?"
You turned at the voice, which was deep, melodic, instantly recognisable, and laced with concern.
Jaskier stood uncertainly behind you, absentmindedly fiddling with the strap of his lute, pouting thoughtfully as he awaited your response.
"Oh I'm... I'm fine, Jask. Sorry, I didn't mean to distract you from your performance-"
"You've nothing to be sorry about, my dear," he insisted, moving to take a seat at your side, resting his lute carefully on the bench beside him. You sat in silence for a moment, the soft sounds of the night filling the air, before he spoke again.
"If anyone should be sorry, it's me. I know you hate these sorts of things, I..." He looked down, tugging at the frilly cuffs of his shirt. "It was selfish of me to drag you along."
"Don't be ridiculous, Jask. I agreed to come, didn't I? I liked the idea of spending the night with you," you felt your face redden at the poor choice of words, but chose to stumble forwards over your mistake, "I- it's a nice evening, and..." you reached down beside you, grasping one of his hands in your own. "... And I really am glad to be here with you."
He met your eyes as the corner of his mouth quirked up in a cheeky smile that slowly spread across his entire face. It was infectious, and you quickly found yourself beaming back.
"I'm happy to hear it, dear heart," he said, before shuffling closer, leaning in to rest his head on your shoulder. His fluffy hair, which shone a golden brown in the moonlight, brushed against your neck and chin, making you laugh as he squirmed about, trying to find a comfortable position.
"Are you going to wriggle around like that all night?" You teased. "Don't you have a performance you need to get back to?"
"Everything I need is right here," he murmured against your neck, voice far more gravelly than you'd expected, his hot breath sending goosebumps across your skin. That was... That was new. You hesitated a second, before leaning back against him, the warmth of his partially exposed chest pressing into your shoulder as you rested your head against his.
"Can we just... Stay like this a while?" He breathed, eyes fluttering shut.
"Of course," you murmured back, closing your own eyes.
You enjoyed each other's silent company and the warmth of your bodies pressed together as the moon crept higher in the sky. Absentmindedly, you fiddled with his fingers, lacing them between your own. Reaching up with your other hand, you ran your fingers through his hair, drawing what sounded almost like a low moan from the bard, which was quickly interrupted by a cough as he stood abruptly.
"What's wrong?" You asked, staring up at him, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. Gods, you didn't know how he could have looked any more beautiful than before, but he did. The night cast shadows across his pale skin, accentuating his delicately sculpted features with a soft blue glow. His eyes seemed to burn with energy as they stared back into your own, and you noticed a deep red glowing through parts of his ruffled hair in the light of the moon. His doublet was crumpled from where he'd leant against you, and the low cut shirt beneath was pulled far to one side, revealing a teasingly large amount of his chest. You forced yourself to tear your eyes away as he responded.
"Oh, it's... It's nothing. I... Do you... That is..." He stopped for a second, composing himself, before his face lit up, seeming to have thought of something. An embarrassed smile broke through his features as he walked up to you, placing one hand behind his back and outstretching the other towards you.
"Would you care to dance, my dear?"
Heart pounding in your chest, you smiled, before reaching up to take his hand.
"I- I would love to, my sweet bard."
He let out a nervous laugh of relief at your response, stepping back as you rose from your seat, eyes locked on each other. His fingers, calloused from years of music, tenderly grasped your own, before his hands slid down your sides to find purchase at your waist, while you placed your arms either side of his head. You held your breath, the contact making you shiver, your heart fluttering in your chest.
What is wrong with me? It's not like this is the first time we've been this close. We've shared a horse, a bed, even danced together a couple of times at village fairs. Why should this be any different?
Too preoccupied with his own thoughts to notice your lack of composure, Jaskier confidently led you around the small patch of ground hidden between hedges, your own natural dance floor, with the sighing wind, bubbling water and singing crickets providing the music. He absentmindedly bit his lip as his mind swirled, heart thumping just as fast as yours.
Why am I doing this? Of course we're close, we always have been, but this is different and I know it. I'm an idiot, a hopeful idiot. She's never been interested in me, and, as much as it wounds me, I promised myself to never let my feelings get in the way of our friendship. Promised to never tell her just how deeply in love with her I am.
Jaskier pushed his troubled thoughts aside. He wanted to enjoy this moment, and wanted you to as well. Besides, maybe he could find out, once and for all, how you truly felt about him. Or at least, ease his aching heart by finally revealing his own feelings, regardless of your response.
Taking a deep breath, steadying his trembling body, he slowly leant towards you, until his lips barely brushed your ear. A pleasant warmth shot through your stomach at his unexpected touch, and you closed your eyes with a hum of contentment, welcoming his body as your arms pulled him closer.
Softly, he began to sing as the pair of you continued to sway in the moonlight, words raw and full of pure, unbridled emotion as he murmured them into your ear.
"It's what my heart just yearns to say, in ways that can't be said..."
You tightened your grip, clinging to him in silent awe as he continued the song, each new lyric causing heat to rise to your skin in the cool night air.
"Oh, how, oh, how unreasonably in love I am with everything you do, I'll spend my days so close to you, 'cause if I'm standing here, maybe everyone will think I'm alright."
You'd stopped moving now, not daring to pull away, confused by the tide of emotions flooding your mind. What was this song? You'd never heard it before, but it seemed to come straight from the heart. Was it possible...
"It's not fair, it's not fair how much I love you"
At these words, something clicked. You kicked yourself for not realising sooner. How could you be so blind? Forget your own emotions, you knew you hadn't always been in love with Jaskier. But him? He'd been infatuated with you from the start. Yet he'd kept quiet about his feelings, until he knew they were reciprocated. Your poor, kind, beautiful bard.
You closed what little distance was left between you two, burying your head into his chest. His voice trailed off as he gently slid his hands further around your waist, returning the embrace. He gave a deep sigh, hugging you as though he never wanted to let you go, nestling his head against your neck.
Eventually, you felt his lips brush your jaw as you pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, shining eyes filled with adoration, an expression of deep satisfaction resting on his face.
"That was... That was..." He breathed, fingers gently trailing across your back.
"It was beautiful," you finished, fingers twirling the fluffy brown curls at the back of his neck.
"I'm glad you liked it," he said softly, a half smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, as his eyes flitted across your features, eventually dropping to your lips.
"This feels too good to be true..." He mumbled, closing his eyes as he gently brought his lips forward to brush yours.
"Yet here we are," you whispered against his mouth, before finally pressing your lips into his own with a sigh.
He kissed you carefully, deliberately, the heat of your bodies pressed so close together serving only to fuel the motion. You slid your hands up the back of his shirt and he moaned into your mouth, sending another wave of warmth through your body. You allowed him to deepen the kiss, his tongue lapping and darting into your mouth as he made a series of small, pleasured noises, whimpering and gasping as you continued playing with his hair.
When you finally seperated, you were both breathing heavily, hearts pounding. Jaskier's appearance made you weak, as you examined his lust darkened eyes, the soft blush creeping across his cheeks, and his puffy, crimson lips. He looked so ruffled, like a startled baby animal, that you couldn't help but giggle. You moved to rest your forehead against him, his eyelashes briefly kissing your cheek as he moved to wrap his arms around your waist.
"I love you, Jaskier," you said, running your thumb across his cheek, causing him to hum softly at the touch. You hesitated, grinning, before adding, "thanks for waiting for me."
"Of course, dear heart," he said, cheeky smile once again tugging at the corner of his mouth, before adding more seriously, "You're more important to me than you could ever know."
"I think I have some idea," you smirked, grabbing him by his shirt collar and pulling his lips into your smile.
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The Witcher Masterlist
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Below you’ll find all the links to my fics for the series The Witcher
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Geralt of Rivia x Reader
Until Sunrise
Summary: Geralt doesn’t plan on leaving until sunrise.
Rating: 18+ (Smut)
WC: +/- 1K
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Geralt of Rivia x Reader x Yennefer 
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Geralt of Rivia x Reader x Jaskier
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A Bard and a Witcher – Part 1
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Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier x aFab!Reader
Summary: You were after some fun when you made your way to the inn this evening, and boy did you find it. Both the bard and his witcher friend are more than happy to satisfy your desire.
Warning(s): SMUT MINORS DNI, porn w/o much plot, fingering, penetrative sex (lots of it), unprotected p in v, threesome, dirty talk (both degrading and some praise, cursing), rough sex, size kink, belly bulge, oral (both f and am receiving), she is not talking much but enjoys being used
Author’s Note: This is my first fic, so I hope it is up to standards... Not beta read and not an english native, so be kind if you find mistakes. I have a second part almost done (bc I am a horny mess for these two...).
You didn’t know what you were getting yourself into walking towards the inn this night. You were just looking for some distraction, some fun for a change. A good looking stranger, some beer and maybe even a dance. But now… 
You didn’t see the witcher in the corner at first. You sat at the bar listening and laughing at the bards’ songs. He was young, good looking. His name was Jaskier and he looked exactly like what you were after. You’ve thrown him some looks that made him almost stumbled over his words. 
“A short break to water my throat” he announced shortly after and he walked up to you at the bar, grinning sheepishly. “You’re funny” you complimented him. “And you look… breathtaking” he replied with a dramatic gesture, eyeing you up and down. He extended his hand to you “Jaskier is my name.” His gaze got stuck on your breasts. You smiled and leaned a bit more towards him to grant him a better look into your cleavage. “Y/n.” You moved to the side to make just enough space at the bar so he could squeeze in next to you.  “What brings you here bard?”, you asked as he took his place and grabbed a pint of beer from the barmaid. Your arm touched his lightly and you felt the warm feeling of excitation building up in you. “We’re on the way to Cintra.” “Cintra, hm. That’s a long trip. Who’s we?” you asked innocently.
He nodded over his shoulder to the darker part of the inn. Sitting there was a big, bulky figure, a grey hood over his head, long white hair spilling out from under it. You couldn’t make out the face clearly. When you squinted your eyes to see the stranger better he suddenly looked up and golden eyes stared directly into your soul. Your heart missed a beat and your breath hitched. The bard must have taken notice of your reaction as he let out a laugh. “That’s Geralt. Geralt of Rivia, I’m sure you’ve heard of him?”. Without taking your eyes off the man you nodded slightly. “Yes, yes I have heard of him.” The yellow pupils bore into you. A weird feeling bordering on fear stirred up in your chest. It made you want to run away. Your legs tensed, but you kept staring back captured by the tension in your connection. Slowly you felt how this tension sank down into your lower belly and straight between your legs. Your thighs were pressing together now to create some friction as your arousal grew quickly. You gasped and tore your head away to look at Jaskier. “You travel with Geralt of Rivia?”. You sounded more out of breath than you liked. But Jaskier didn’t seem to notice. “Yes. We share a wonderful journey and friendship” the bard stated proudly. You tilted your head and blinked, a picture being painted in your head. A filthy picture involving the bard, you and a witcher.  “Is that the only thing you two share?”, you asked quietly. The bard stared at you dumbfounded. You looked at him through your lashes. “You share a room here?”. “Yes, it’s cheaper. But why..? Oh, ah” Jaskier seemed to finally grasp what you were asking. “He would never interrupt, I’ll make sure of that.”, he said reassuringly. You caught his hand which was nervously fidgeting with a coin and used it to pull him even closer to you looking him deep in the eyes. “What if I want him to?” Jaskier stared back, swallowed dryly as he considered the idea.
It’s not like he had never thought of it. Sometimes he spied on Geralt when he was with a woman, listening to her moans, his ear pressed to the door of the room. Or trying to peak through the keyhole. He knew the effect Geralt had on women and was jealous of how easily they fell apart for him. Maybe having him there would make for a good learning experience. And if it was what he had to do to touch this beauty here… Slowly he leaned back on his chair, then cleared his throat. “Ehm, I ehm have not done.. I’ve never…” his look went to Geralt who’s eyes were fixed on you. “Your his friend, right? Surely you can convince him” You started drawing slow circles on his hand with your finger. You heard Jaskier breath in and out and felt how he shimmied in his seat, you weren’t sure if it was his nerves or signs of arousal. A look up at his face gave you an answer. His eyes sparkled with lust now. “So you are that kind of girl, hm? One man is not enough?” His voice had acquired a slight rasp and his gaze was now shamelessly fixed on your breasts. You grinned and shrugged “I just like to have fun. And you..” you grabbed his shirt to pull him close, pressed your lips on his surprised face and slightly bit at his lower lip before releasing him again “…look like you’d love some fun” you grinned. Jaskier’s face was flushed red and he looked breathless. Just how you liked your men, you thought with a wide smile. He stood up from his chair and leaned against you. You could feel his hard bulge through his pants pressing into your thigh. “Give me a moment”. You watched while the bard made his way to his witcher companion. He started whispering into his ear and Gerald’s gaze wandered back to you. His face did not show any indication of emotions, neither interest, nor lust nor rejection. You felt your cheeks redden under the scrutiny of the yellow eyes as your heart started to pump your blood faster. Geralt turned his head to Jaskier but you couldn’t see what kind of response he was giving his friend. You felt high or tipsy, even though you had barely drunk half a glass of beer.
Jaskier made his way through the crowd back to you. “Come with me, now” He took your hand and almost violently pulled you out of your seat and towards the stairs leading to the first floor. You looked back over your shoulders and saw Geralts eyes following you both with an unreadable expression on his face. You smiled at him while Jaskier dragged you up the stairs towards their room. From the corner of your eye you spotted the Witcher slowly getting up from his chair…
The door crashed shut behind Jaskier and he immediately started kissing you sloppily with his mouth wide open, tongue asking for entrance into your mouth. You pressed yourself into him, kissing back fiercely. His hard cock pushing and pulsating into your lower belly. His hands were nestling with your dress, trying to pull down the sleeves. He finally succeeded on one side, pulling out your breast. Your nipple hardened immediately in the cool air. He turned you around and held you from behind with both arms, breathing hot air into your neck. “S’that what you wanted little whore? Hm?” Instead of giving an answer you ground your hips back into his hard-on. You felt how slick started to pool between your legs. Jaskier pinched your nipple between two fingers and made you moan. That same moment the door sprang open. Geralt filled the whole doorframe. Both you and Jaskier froze for a second. You looked up at him “Here to join?” you finally asked when none of you dared to move. The two men looked at each other for a few seconds before Geralt stepped into the room without a word and closed the door behind him. One more step and he stood just centimetres away from you. You could feel heat radiating off his body in waves. “How does she feel?” he asked Jaskier in a low growling voice. You felt a jolt of arousal moving down your spine when he finally looked at you. Jaskier had managed to get your other tit out. “She feels great, I mean, look at them” he grinned at his friend from behind you and groped and squeezed your boobs. “Was so eager to get both of us on her. I bet she is wet for us already. Can you help me out here and get her clothes off?” “She is wet like river”, Geralt stated while putting his hand on your hips. “I can smell it.r” With a hard tug your dress slipped over your body, fell to your knees and you were left in your soaking undergarments. One of Jaskiers hands immediately started travelling over your belly downwards leaving a trail of fire on your skin. Geralt brought his hand up under your chin to tilt your head up and you sank into the stare of his yellow eyes. “I could even smell you down there in the inn. Such a needy little whore”. His other hand grabbed your now free breast just as Jaskier’s slipped under your waistband.  A long finger plunged into your dripping wet pussy while Geralt’s calloused fingers brushed over your nipple. You moaned loudly and your hips started bucking all by themselves. Sandwiched between the two men you felt so turned on you couldn’t think straight anymore. Trying to get as much relief as possible you ground down on Jaskier’s finger. It was not enough. You needed more. Geralt grinned, reading your pained facial expression exactly right. “Give her one more, this whore wants to be stretched out properly” he instructed. Jaskier immediately complied. But even two of his delicate fingers did not go deep enough. You panted and bucked your hips against his hand inside of you. “Hm, let me help” Geralt pushed the underpants down to your knees before cupping your cunt and Jaskier’s hand on it. His huge hot palms easily engulfed both. You let your head fall back onto Jaskier’s shoulder breathing hard. Both men were looking at you intently while Geralt slowly added his finger to Jaskier’s into your pussy. You let out a groan as you felt it going deep and brushing at just the right spots. You could feel an orgasm building up. “Ah fuck” you muttered as the men started to pump into you. Their movements were not very coordinated and slow, but the feeling of both of them pushing your walls while fondling your breasts and Jaskier licking your earlobe was too much. You clenched down on the men’s fingers as your orgasm hit you. Your kneeds became wobbly and you fell back into Jaskier who let you both collapse onto the bed. 
The sudden loss of the fingers inside you made you hiss. Jaskier turned your head around and kissed you deeply, taking your breath away. Meanwhile, Gerald took a chair from under the table by the window and put it down in front of the bed. You felt limp in the afterglow of your orgasm, sinking into the sheets as Jaskier wriggled out under you. You watched him take off his boots and shirt, then his pants. Turning your head to the right you directly looked into Geralt’s devouring eyes. He sat in his chair, wide-legged and still fully dressed. His eyes scanned every millimetre of your body while he palmed himself over his pants. Your eyes went wide, that bulge looked really big. The witcher once again read your expression perfectly. “Jaskier will open you up. So you can take me like the good whore you are” he growled, adjusting himself in his pants. The arousal that had subsided a bit now slammed back into you, both at the witcher’s sight as well as Jaskier climbing back onto the bed. He was now fully naked, his cock standing erect in front of his body, dripping from the tip. Your mouth watered at the sight. The bard buried his head in your neck to bite at your shoulder. This sent a shiver down your spine and you arched your back up to meet his body. His stiff member pressed into your abdomen. “Please”, you whisper “please”. “Please what little lady?” Jaskier licked your ear. “You want to feel me inside you?” “Yes, please”, you pleaded, your cunt clenching around nothing. Jaskier sat up, straddling your belly, looking down at your face. His member laid hot and heavy on your belly, slowly leaking sticky precum on your skin. He spat in his hand and started pumping himself while you squirmed below him, trying to get some friction where you needed it most. His cock was not the biggest you’ve ever seen, but long and slightly curved upwards. You wanted to touch it. Picking up some precum from your belly you replaced Jaskiers hand to stroke his cock. He threw his head back with a loud moan. He reached behind himself to find your clit. Rubbing small circles, just as you had done on his hand earlier, he had you panting and writhing beneath him in no time. His chest was heaving and your fingers felt like ice and fire when they scratched lightly over his abdomen. There was no way he could wait any longer. He lowered himself onto you, sucking on one of your nipples and lined himself up, slightly nudging at your entrance. You squinted your eyes shut at the feeling. You needed this, so badly. You locked eyes with the bard when he finally slid into you, slowly but steadily until he hit your cervix at the very back. You both let out a cry of ectasis as he bottomed out. You gripped his shoulders while he slid all the way out, just to slam back in again. From there he buried his face on your side and started to buck his hips into you fervently. Rocking up and down, you glanced over to Geralt. He was still sitting in his chair watching the scene intently. But his hand was in his pants now, slowly stroking his still covered dick. “I want to see it” you mouthed at him, unable to form actual words as white heat pooled in your abdomen every time Jaskier hit that spot deep inside you. You watched, fingernails digging into Jaskier’s arched back, as Geralt unbuttoned his pants, slowly and unhurriedly, and his member sprang free. It was big. Big and fat with an enlarged red tip and clearly visible pulsating veins. You almost blacked out from that sight alone while Jaskier’s rapid rhythm and grunts started to send you over the edge again. 
You yelped at the sudden empty feeling and your orgasm died down, your hole fluttering and clenching around nothing. You looked up at Jaskier now straddling you again with watery eyes. “Why?” you managed to stutter. “Wanna come into your mouth, whore” a sex-drunken Jaskier replied. “Slide down” He pushed you downwards towards the foot of the bed. Your calves dangling from the bed your face was now in front of Jaskier’s cock which had slipped between your breasts. With both hands you pushed your heavy breasts up to cover his member completely as he started to slide back and forth between them, lubed up by your juices. The angry red head, still slick from your juices, peaked out from your cleavage rhythmically and you stuck out your tongue to lick it. Jaskier gasped and pushed himself up even more. You opened your mouth to take him in. The angle was shallow but you blew your cheeks and sucked hard.  “Ah fuuck” Jaskier cried out quickening his pace once more. Another sound filling the room caught your attention and you saw Geralt slowly stroking himself from the corner of your eyes. You didn’t think you could get any more turned on. But the tension from the orgasm you were just denied still lingered in your belly. You desperately needed some relief. You tried pressing your thighs together but that took you nowhere, everything being way to slippery from Jaskier’s and your fluids. You couldn’t speak with Jaskiers dick slipping in and out of your mouth so you started wining instead. Jaskier was way too absorbed watching his cock slide between your tits and disappearing into your mouth as to hear or care about your misery. But Geralt did.
You realized he had gotten up from his chair when he pulled at your feet to drag your ass way down to the edge of the bed. Jaskiers cock was now directly above your face and he was piercing it down your throat. You tried to swallow as much of him as you could without gagging. His moans became quicker and louder and it was clear he would not last much longer. You opened your eyes you had closed in shock when Geralt had moved you. In-between Jaskier’s thrusts you could just see the other man, nacked from his hips downwards, standing at the foot of the bed looking down on you. You opened your legs wide to give him a better view. A deep thrust of Jaskier brought tears to your eyes and left you gasping for air, so you didn’t see Geralt kneeling down onto the floor. He took in the sweet scent of your pussy, now so strong it overpowered even the fire burning in the corner. He had smelled it from the moment you had entered the inn. This beautiful woman, flirting both with him and his friend with not much more than looks. A pretty whore who could not get enough dick. He would need to show you what it meant to be properly satisfied. As much as you seemed to enjoy Jaskier, he knew that only he could give you what you really needed. Looking up at your face covered by his friends ass who was pushing into you, his cock jolted. It was such a dirty scene.  The sounds you made left him feeling dizzy from arousal. And your scent, god… he turned his attention back to your cunt, bringing his nose closer to breath it all in before putting his hands on your thighs. You felt him licking a long stripe over your slick covered hole all the way up to your sensitive bud, which made you jerk and groan into Jaskiers dick. The man over you now sounded desperate and you brought up your hand to massage his balls. That finally undid him. After a last brutal push down your throat you felt him tense up and he emptied himself into your mouth. You caught the warm liquid on your tongue and tried to swallow as much as you could. You almost choked on the cum when Geralt sucked your clit between his teeth. Jaskier collapsed onto the mattress next to you. You looked over a small string of semen ran down over your cheedk from the corner of your mouth. “God fuck, this woman is the death of me” the bard moaned, breathing heavily. Geralt laughed into your pussy which made you gasp. His big hands dug into your flesh as all your muscles tensed up in anticipation of another orgasm. You heard Geralt’s lapping sound as he drank up your juices, which should have been embarrassing, but only drove you closer to the edge. The moment his big finger entered you it was over. With a cry you arched your back, eyes only seeing white, your hands fisting the sheets for dear live. The witcher worked you through this one with his mouth slow powerful strokes of his finger, pitying you after your last release was denied. 
And here you are now, covered in a fine layer of sweat and semen looking down at the white wolf as he licks his fingers clean of your juices. He takes his shirt off over his head and throws it into a corner. Fully naked his figure is even more imposing. And his dick is so. big. Fuck, how are you going to take all this? The slight feeling of fear creeps back into your still heaving chest, mixing with the lingering arousal. “On your knees whore” the witcher commands with a low growl. You are already spent, not sure how to move. Jaskier is still laying a few inches next to you, watching and again toying with his flaccid dick. Apparently, you took too long to react. Big strong hands grip your midsection and you are thrown onto your belly. “On your knees” the witcher growls again. You scoot back onto your knees, all your legs and arms shaking, both from exhaustion and excitement. Geralt grabs your hips on both sides and pulls you backwards to the edge of the bed. A burning slap echoes through the room and you cry out as a hot sting covers your buttcheek. “You do as I say or you get punished” Geralt snarls. You take a look over your shoulder. The witcher towers over you, it’s both frightening and turning you on. “Yes sir”, you stutter frantically trying to hold yourself up on all fours. Your task gets easier as Geralt’s grip on your hips gets even stronger. “Such a beautiful pussy” he grunts “asking to be filled up”. You’re panting in anticipation. “Please”, you whisper. “Please what, whore? Use your words!” His yellow eyes are burning with lust now. “Please, please fuck me, Geralt, I need it so bad” you cry. “Not had enough yet, hm” His huge tip is prodding at your entrance, the stretch already sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You shake your head “not enough, sir.” “Hm, we better make sure to fill you up then” he says and finally starts pushing into you. You’re grateful he’s going slowly. Your walls burn as he steadily pushes in his thick girth splitting you in half. You hiss and he groans loudly. “Fuck, so tight. Such a perfect pussy. M’gonna ruin it for good” the witcher mutters, watching as his cock disappears into you. Mercifully he gives you a few seconds to adjust until you start circling your hips, grinding back into him. “Insatiable, that’s what you are, an insatiable whore” he says with a smirk on his face. He pushes in the last centimetre, his pelvis now flat against your ass. You can feel his heavy balls on the back if your thighs. “You want me to fuck you, whore?” All coherent thoughts have left your head as you sit there speared down on his dick. The only thing you manage is a quick nod and a pleading look over your shoulder. And that’s all that’s needed for Geralt to drop his last inhibitions. With a loud groan he snatches his hips backwards to push into you again full force. You cry out and land on your elbows while your hips are held up by Geralt’s strong arms. He thrusts into you again and again and you see stars. “That what you wanted, hm? More dick? Does this fill you up completely now?” His pace is relentless, your walls being literally attacked every time he buries his cock in you. Your mouth is agape, shouting loudly every time he enters you, violently hitting your cervix. “Yes” you cry, “So good. Please. Need. To cum.” Your vision blacks out. You feel how Jaskier fondles your hanging breasts while every thrust catapults you nearer to heaven. “Yes, come on my cock, let me see how good it feels to be finally satisfied” Geralt groans and with a loud, long shout of his name you come.
The witcher doesn’t stop. He fucks you right through your high, his eyes squinting from pleasure as you get even tighter clenching his dick, trying to milk his semen from him. But he’s not done with you yet. As you come to your senses you are once more picked up and thrown onto your back this time. Geralt is above you, his white hair falling into your face as you are gasping for air like dr owning person. His hand finds your clit and he starts rubbing it with his thumb. You almost jump at the feeling, being way too overstimulated. You try to writhe out below him but his huge body is keeping you in place. Your eyes fill with tears, you can’t take it, you shake your head. “So you finally had enough?” Geralt asks but he doesn’t wait for you to answer but pushes back into you hard, making you gasp. You feel sore, your body too tired to do anything else than lie there. You cling onto the sheets while your breasts are rocking up and down with his rhythm. You hear a moan and watch how Jaskier is stroking himself feverishly next to you. The veins on his arms are standing out, from how hard he is fisting his dick, his face contorted into a grimace of pleasure. He bucks his hips and cries out while a short spurt of cum shoots out of him. It’s all he has left after you milked him with your mouth. His dick feels like it’s burning, and he palms it lightly, coming down from his high, watching how Geralt thrusts into you at a punishing pace, making the bed move in jolts. Slowly he gets up to heat some water over the fire.
“Look at me”. Geralt yanks your head back forward to face him. He sits up and puts your legs on his shoulder. “I’m going to finish you. Until you can’t think anymore.” He pulls you towards him violently, his cock once again taking up all of you. Your eyes roll back into your head. Your mouth is wide open but can’t make any sounds anymore. The new angle is even deeper, something you didn’t think was possible, and you feel like your soul is being ripped from your body. You can see yourself from above being devoured by the witcher, your sounds reduced to a weak whimpering. Geralt leans forward, folding you in half. You feel so small under him, like his toy. You can feel his balls slapping against your ass, tensing up. He’s almost there. His rhythm gets more choppy while he’s chasing his release. Looking down on your body he sees the outline of his cock on your stomach every time he fills you up. “So. Fucking. Good. You take me so good, such a good whore” he mutters, his hand pressing down on your belly, felling himself pushing in and out of you. The pressure is way too much. With an animalistic cry that doesn’t seem to end and only faintly sounds like “Geralt” your body convulses. Every single muscle in you twitches, your walls strangling the witchers cock, asking it to finally release its seed. One, two thrusts more and Geralt finally starts to come apart, eyes closed, shooting white ropes into you, painting your walls. You gasp, hands clenched around his wrists as you feel him twitch inside you for what feels like an eternity. Then he collapses on top of you, taking your breath away. You try to move him, but your arms are void of any strength. His warm cum is slowly dripping out of you as his dick softens inside you. 
Geralt moves and you frantically gasp for air. He moves his hair out of his face, looks down on you and runs his thumb along your bottom lip. “Well done kid” he says warmly stroking your sweaty forehead. Jaskier strides over, halfway dressed already and hands him a warm wet cloth with which he starts to clean you up carefully. You feel a wide smile stuck onto your face while the warmth of the bed and Geralt’s hands on you lull you to sleep. You feel the two men tuck you in and arms that embrace you in a hug before you pass out completely.
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How the men from the Witcher act when you cry..
(you are an elf I made up, called a Vanyar. You have wings but hide them with magic. You are the only one left of your people.)
Geralt
Eskel
Filavandrel
Jaskier
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Geralt
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Y/n was sitting in bed, her black tears running down her face - (it's because she's a version of an elf I made up for The Witcher ;) ) - Geralt hadn't come home I four days and no one had seen him. Suddenly the bedroom door swung open and in stepped the Witcher. He was taken aback by the sight before him. His woman the one that never cried, here she was eyes glossed over and looking at him as if he was a ghost.
"Y/n, why are you crying?" He asked.
Her voice came out as a whisper...
"I thought you were dead or hurt or just-"
The tears came again and he rushed to her side, he wrapped her in a hug and held her close to him.
"I'm right here, Y/n. I will never leave your side again."
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Y/n and Eskel pass each other in the hallway, he looks over and sees tears in her eyes. Eskel stops and turns to her but she keeps walking.
"Y/n, are you alright?" He asked.
"Quite." She answered back.
He fast walked after her up the hall, grabbing her arm he pulled her to him so he could get a better look.
"You're crying. Why?"
She wiped the tears and took a deep breath, attempting to push his hand away but his grip tightened.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Eskel. Please let go of me."
He wrapped his arms around her and held her to his chest, he kissed her head and gently rubbed her back.
"What is the matter, little one?"
She started to quietly sob into him.
"I-I accidentally showed my powers in front of the other witchers...they called me a freak."
Eskel leaned down and gave her neck a gentle kiss...
"Go to your room, I'll be there in a moment."
Y/n watched as he made his way to the great hall, no doubt gonna go kick some Witcher ass.
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Filavandrel
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Filavandrel looks over and notices a few of his people making fun of Y/n, he stood when he saw the black tears. Beautiful but sad, walked over and gently tucked her hair behind her ear. Wiping the tears, he kissed her head and lead her away from them. They walked deep into the forest away from the others when she stopped in her tracks.
"Why did you do that?" She asked.
"Do what?"
"I don't want to call it saving but...I don't know what else to call it in this moment."
Filavandrel stood close to her and whispered in a sweet tone...
"You are not what they say you are, you are not a monster they are for being that way towards you."
She smiled and wrapped her arms around him, he pulled her close and gently kissed her.
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Finally after years of not seeing each other, there she was Y/n...but she was crying. He had hoped when he saw her again she would be happy, smiling running to him and throwing herself into his arms.
But that wasn't the case...
"Y/n?"
She turned...
"Jaskier!"
"Why are you crying, my sweet?" He asks as he gently kisses her neck, he could feel her shiver at the small contact.
"I was missing you."
"Well I'm here with you now...in this pub...with a room upstairs...and the key to said room in my pocket...and in that room his a warm bed you look like you desperately need. I mean how long has it been since you slept?"
"If we go upstairs to your room, I doubt we'll be sleeping." She whispered.
"Quite right, darling. Shall we?" He asked as he took her hand and led her to the stairs.
THE END ❤️
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