#modern witcher

[its-bread-bitch]

Modern Geraskier would be Jaskier in the sluttiest, most colorful fashion forward outfits imaginable, serving cunt 24/7 and Geralt in one hoodie/t shirt that’s falling apart and only gets washed once a month. Geralt is not serving cunt. He’s giving 1AM Walmart depression run with ‘tism rizz that only and VIOLENTLY affects Jaskier.

#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #gerlion #jaskier #the witcher #dandelion #geralt of rivia #jaskier witcher #dandelion witcher #geralt of rivera #modern Witcher #modern Geraskier

[peachesingreece]

Currently thinking about jaskier being suddenly transported to modern era and trying all the new foods. Imagine Jaskier trying bubble tea for the first time, with those little fruit caviar popper things. Jaskier trying monster energy drinks. Jaskier with those cans of aerosol whipped cream. Jaskier with a soda stream. Jaskier eating ramen. The possibilities are endless. I just really need a fic with long lived Geralt and Yenn watching with exasperation as a time travelling jaskier makes his way through a mall food court

#the witcher netflix #jaskier #yennerfer #geralt of rivia #yenskier #geraskefer #geraskier #yennifer x Geralt x jaskier #the Witcher thoughts #modern au #modern Witcher #modern geraskifer

[winters-mistress]

Foster Dad Geralt

"Hey." Geralt says, slowly coming into the dimly lit room once the girl inside gives him permission.

The blonde looks up at him, and Geralt smiles, holding out the red mug in his hands.

"I thought you might like something to drink, it's hot chocolate." He says, leaning it down as she reaches for it. "I thought it easier to put it in a mug with a straw because of your sling, didn't want it to tip over. Not because of anything temporary. Would you like me to take it off?" He asks, once she's pulled the mug to her chest, holding the hot cylinder close.

"No, it's good. Thank you." She whispers the last bit, looking down at the blankets around her legs.

"Would it be okay if I sat down next to you?" He asks. Ciri nods slowly. "Thank you." He settles into the chair next to the bed. "When you'd like to go to sleep, if you want to turn the lights off, it's these three switches by here." He points to a trio of switches laying on Ciri's large, white nightstand. "Obviously, the switch to turn off the lamp is just to touch it and it'll turn off. But if you'd like to keep it on, or all the lights, that's perfectly okay, too." He nods to the remote controls. "The long one controls the TV, its pretty self explanatory. That one is the amazon stick, we've got Disney, Amazon, Netflix and prime. The blu ray player is the thick, little one. Our dvds are in that white wicker basket over there." He points to across the room, where one of the IKEA units stand, and sure enough, in the middle, there's just such a basket. "In here," he opens the first drawer of her bedside table, "there's snacks, like crisps and chocolate and pop tarts and such. One underneath it has water and soda and juice. And the fourth has sanitary products if you need them. All stocked up with every kind you could need in every size."

"T-thank you. I haven't had this much consideration before." the girl whispers, looking down at her bruised hands as they clutch the mug of chocolate drink.

"I don't know what you've been through, but I can tell you that you're safe here. You're more than welcome to everything in the room, and in the house. I can't promise to be perfect, but I'll look after you the best I can." Geralt says earnestly, leaning forward. "Is there anything you'd like for breakfast tomorrow? I'm not such a bad cook."

Ciri smiles, tears filling her eyes. "Pancakes. Grandma would always make pancakes on Sunday mornings."

"Then pancakes it is. If you'd like, we can go down to the valley tomorrow, get you things to make you more comfortable here."

"Maybe in a few days, I'm-I'm very tired. And you've done more than enough to make me comfortable, it's more than I ever could have asked for." Ciri sniffles, unable to wipe her cheeks with the sling on her left arm and the mug in her right hand.

Geralt inhales sharply, barely remembering to keep it quiet for the skittish girl in his care. "Is it okay if I come closer?"

"Yeah." she whispers.

Geralt carefully perches on the bed. It may be a Queen sized bed, but he's a big guy and she's a small, injured girl.

Giving her all the time to say no or push away, Geralt runs his fingers through her hair.

"Take some deep breaths," he rumbles. Ciri feels it more than she hears it. "In and out."

Ciri sniffles, taking a sip of her drink.

"Whenever you're ready, we can go to the valley, get you some more clothes and pyjamas and stuff like that. Stuff you'd like?"

"Thank you, Geralt." she whispers, looking up at him. "You're very generous."

"Nonsence, I can't promise to be perfect, but a few bits of clothes and some trinkets are hardly anything big."

"No, I mean all this." she looks around. "Kid bursts into your life through a police phone call, spends three weeks in hospital and turns up at your door in the middle of the night with nothing but a sling. And seeing all this, it's all very nice."

"Would-would you like a hug?" He offers awkwardly. "My father always said they made everything better, although my brother kicked him in the shins."

Ciri wetly chuckles. "Yes, please."

She sighs deeply, closing her eyes as strong, thick arms wrap around her, enclosing her in heat and safety.

She hugs him back as much as she can, with being one limbed at the moment, and notices he doesn't pull back until he does.

"Uh, obviously you've seen the bathroom, where the towels and hampers are kept, as well as the wardrobe and drawers. You remember where the kitchen is? You're welcome to raid the refrigerator anytime you like."

"Thank you, I do remember. Down the hall, staircase to the right, two flights, big room on the left." she recites. The girl stretches underneath the thick blankets she'd managed to pull across her lap.

"Well done. My room is the one on the right at the bottom of the other side of the hallway, if you need anything. I'll be popping in throughout the night to give you your pills, just so you can get straight to sleep and not have to worry about measuring and stuff, you should rest for now." He says, pushing hair from her face. "You'll let me know what you need? Anything to eat or drink, stuff like that?"

"I will, you're very good to me." she leans into him.

"While I may not have expected to be named as guardian, I am glad you're here. I want to take care of you as best I can, although I don't know the first thing about teenage girls or what they like. Be patient with me, yeah? Well take everything one step at a time."

"Just want my arm to get better, that's the first thing I want." she shuffles closer.

"You don't have to tell me what happened, I'm not gonna do what the social worker did and pressure you into it. We'll take it at your pace, just want you safe from that guy."

"Don't want to think about him anymore. At least not for a few days. With everything, him taking me, the crash, the weeks running and the next in the hospital, I just want to rest for now."

"Then that's what we're gonna do. Your pace, yeah?"

Ciri nods, finishing the hot chocolate as Geralt kisses her head, before gingerly standing up.

"I'll leave you to sleep, hmm? Be back in a few hours for your medicine."

"Okay, good night Geralt."

"Goodnight, Ciri."

#geralt and ciri #the witcher netflix #geralt of rivia #ciri is his baby #cirilla of cintra #fanfiction #dadralt #geralt is the best dad #i love him #witcherfanfiction #modern witcher #modern fanfiction #modern au #witcher #the witcher #geraltandciri #foster dad geralt

[butternuggets-blog]

Unexpected

RATED E. Modern Witcher, Slash, Mpreg, Pregnancy Kink, Breeding Kink, Geraskifer, Magic Sex, Threesome (technically), Mild Gender Bending.

Geralt stared.

He was used to coming home to find Jaskier nose deep in Yennefer, but he definitely didn't remember her being six months pregnant when he left for work that morning.

Yennefer was lying on her back on the couch, her swollen stomach bulging against her nightgown. Her tits looked amazing too, round and plump and straining against the fabric of the little black number he had bought for her last Valentine's Day.

Yennefer moaned, back arching slightly off the cushion soaking up the sweat beneath her. As she turned her head she finally noticed him.

'Jaskier... Jask...Geralt'

Jaskier pulled back and looked over at him with hooded eyes, fluid dribbling down his chin and throat. Before he realised what he was doing Geralt dropped his bag and pulled off his shirt, hopping out of his jeans one leg at a time as he made his way over to the couch and slid down beside them.

Jaskier tried to wriggle forward and resume licking her folds but Yennefer tugged him backwards by his hair.

'Ah-ah, patience, pretty boy' Yennefer smirked as Jaskier groaned in frustration.

'Yenn please'

'Shh, shh'

Yennefer grabbed Geralt's hip with her free hand for balance as she hauled herself onto his thighs. She pulled Jaskier's hair again and he mewled, hips grinding into the couch for relief.

'Mmm, what's this?' Geralt kissed Yennefer as she made herself comfortable on his lap. She shivered as he ran a finger along the hard curve of her stomach; when his fingers dipped lower she caught him by the wrist and placed his hand back on the top of her bump.

'It's a magical ointment. From the discreet shop downtown. You apply it intimately and then you have fun.'

'And it makes you pregnant' Geralt nosed under Yennefer's jaw; she tilted her head and he pressed a soft kiss to her throat.

'No darling that's your job. Now-' Yennefer spread her legs a little bit, pointing her core towards Jaskier. 'Get back to work little lark.'

She released him and Jaskier dove forward, eagerly burying his face in her. Yennefer gasped and Geralt held her hand, watching as the colour rose in her cheeks.

'Feels good does it?'

'You have-ah-no idea-AH!'

Yennefer forced Geralt's hand flat on her belly button as she came, head thrown back against his shoulder and chest heaving. There was a tearing sound as her stomach swelled even further; the extra inch had been too much and her nightgown had split in half, the torn fabric framing her belly on either side.

Geralt's cock twitched.

'One.. orgasm' Yennefer panted into his cheek, 'One month of pregnancy.'

'And you've already had seven' Geralt couldn't resist the sudden need to rub his hardening cock against Yennefer. She welcomed it, grinding her dampness down onto him through the fabric of his boxers. Jaskier, panting, was watching both of them with glazed eyes; his hair plastered to his forehead, a hand clasped around his cock as he finished himself off.

He slumped bonelessly over the end of the couch, looking absolutely wrecked. Yennefer patted his ankle and smiled.

'Take a break darling. Now-'

Geralt couldn't help moaning as Yennefer rolled down his boxers and slid onto his cock with an obscene squelch. She was so slick already that there was no resistance, and he had to focus intently on not coming right there and then.

'Two more and it'll be nine months.' Yennefer rocked back a little and Geralt groaned, running his fingers down her back. His thighs were tingling and the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up.

Yennefer leant in close. 'I'll be ready to pop.'

Geralt growled and jerked forward, forcing Yennefer onto her hands and knees as he drove into her. The magic was affecting him too; his cock was so hard it was almost painful, and everything from the waist down tingled.

'Yes-yes-' Yennefer panted, eyes closed and hands white-knuckling the couch.

'Fuck me-breed me-oh gods-'

Geralt rode her so hard her ass jiggled. He grabbed her by the hips hard enough to leave bruises and dragged sloppy kisses up her neck, nibbling and licking.

'YES-YES-AH-AHH!!'

Yennefer moaned as slick gushed down her inner thighs. Her stomach was so big it was pressing against the cushion beneath her, and Geralt had to rise up a little to maintain a good angle.

He threw back his head and groaned as he came, sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine. Still bottomed out in her, Geralt rolled Yennefer onto her back and began to rock back and forth inside her again.

'One more, darling-oh-one more-OH'

Geralt grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the couch on either side, using his elbows to keep Yennefer's legs spread apart on either side of him.

'Yen-AH-fuck!'

'Keep going-don't stop!'

Something was happening. Every nerve ending was static, every inch of Yennefer's skin hot and throbbing and begging for a caress. She gasped, feeling the maelstrom building between her legs as she spread them as wide as they could go.

'Don't STOP-GERALT-OH GODS DON'T FUCKING STOP! '

Geralt thrust deep and Yennefer screamed, her entire body shuddering and twitching as wave after wave of pressure released. Her vision blurred, then went black, pinpricks of light dancing across her eyelids. She stopped breathing for a moment.

Sobbing silently into the cushion cover, hands clasped in Geralt's, she slid a little back and forth as he grunted and ground into her. He was shaking, arms trembling so violently he almost fell forward onto her, toes curling and eyes closed as he came.

'Geralt? Darling, breath!' Jaskier cradled Geralt's face, grounding him. When he opened his eyes at last Yennefer was asleep beneath him, pregnant belly still very much present.

'The instructions say that it will go away in a few hours' Jaskier smiled.

Geralt, swallowing and trying to get his breath back, eased carefully out of Yennefer and sat back. His cock was still sticking up between his thighs and he absentmindedly stroked himself before Jaskier gently nudged his hand away.

'Allow me, my beautiful Witcher'

'Mmm'

Geralt leant into the sloppy kiss Jaskier pressed against his lips, all teeth and tongue and the aftertaste of Yennefer. He let out a startled grunt when he felt himself slip into Jaskier's slicked-up hole.

'Jaskier, did you use the ointment?!'

'Shh, shh, just go with it love' Jaskier sighed softly as he bottomed out and began to rock back and forth.

'You two are going to kill me' Geralt moaned, scraping his fingers down Jaskier's back before tangling his fingers in his hair.

________________________________________________________________

Yennefer woke up to the slap of skin on skin, loud voices, and the heavy fug of sex.

'-HARDER-HARDER-OH FUCK-'

She opened her eyes in time to see Jaskier's mouth gaped wide, eyes closed and face flushed as he came. He was on his hands and knees beside her, his stomach so swollen and round that she couldn't see his thighs. She wriggled forward and kissed the curve of it as Geralt groaned and spilled into Jaskier.

'Having fun without me?'

'Yenn-' Jaskier tried to talk but he choked on the rest of his words when Geralt picked up the pace again and started pounding into him.

'How many times was that?'

'Eight!' Jaskier wailed, tears in his eyes.

Yennefer sat up and gently cupped Jaskier's chest. He had grown breasts; they were bigger than hers, nipples hard and pink. She ran her fingers over them and Jaskier sobbed, leaning into her touch.

'Yen-Geralt-oh yes-oh fuck-'

Yennefer kissed Jaskier and he moaned into her mouth, tongue tingling as fresh heat flooded him. It was almost unbearable how good he felt, skin singing with electricity wherever he was touched.

Yennefer pulled back and settled down in front of him. Jaskier's arms gave way and he would have collapsed onto his elbows but she kept him upright with a quick wave of her hand.

'GODS-AH-AHH-AHH-'

'Come, songbird' Yennefer crooned softly, lips parted and so close to Jaskier's mouth they were eating each other's air. 'Start singing.'

Jaskier howled.

He splattered seed all down himself to his knees, getting half of it on the ruined couch beneath him. Geralt came with him, eyes rolled up as he roared with ecstasy.

They both collapsed bonelessly in a tangle of limbs, unconscious before they hit the couch. Yennefer smiled fondly and curled up against them, drifting back off to sleep.

#geraskifer #geraskier #geralt x yennefer #geralt x jaskier #geralt x jaskier x yennefer #witcher mpreg #witcher slash #modern witcher

[unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men]

#chris evans #chris evans edits #chris evans edit #henry cavill #henry cavill edit #witcher geralt #modern witcher #mob steve rogers #photo edit #editing #my edit #bad edit

[witchaphe]

All the people making modern witcher fics please for the love god give Jaskier a casio dg-20 I'm begging you

#him straight up still playing a lute is 10/10 but the fic were he just plays like so many instruments even better #the witcher #jaskier #modern witcher

[wehavekookies]

First of all, how are these five years old already.

#the witcher #regis #geralt of rivia #sometimes i browse my old art #and I'm like: #how the hell was I able to produce fifteen pieces a month wtf #i know i know #it was before working three jobs #ms #and the world collapsing #but still wtf #kooks art #also the modern AU was a banger ngl

[fangirleaconmigo]

Modern AU where Jaskier posts all of his song to youtube. He doesn't have very many hits so he doesn't think much about taking them all off one day when he is rethinking his social media strategy.

He is shocked when his handsome but introverted neighbor (Geralt is his name) calls him at one am panicking. (The man has never even used his number. Jaskier came up with some painfully transparent excuse about a neighborhood watch just to get him to take it.)

Geralt's daughter Ciri has woken up with a nightmare and apparently the only thing that gets her to sleep is Jaskier's singing. However, Geralt is panicking because can't find his videos. He rambles about not being able to find them anywhere and he feels stupid, bad at social media, he shouldn't have called, etc.

Jaskier is intrigued. "I didn't even know you knew about my music."

"You mention it every time I see you in the hall."

"Oh, you are unbearably blunt. Touche, touche. In my defense, I didn't know you listened when I rambled on."

"I do." His neighbor sounds affronted.

"Alright then."

"Is that a yes? You'll sing to her?"

Jaskier isn't done questioning him. "You really play her my music?"

*Pause*

"She hears your music."

"How."

"I might listen to your music at night. To wind down. She just overhears. She's gotten used to it."

Jaskier feels quite smug. "Well alright. Anything for my fans. Put the little one on."

Geralt rolls his eyes but smiles and puts the phone on speaker. Ciri shrieks with delight to hear Jaskier's voice. After she falls asleep, Geralt sneaks out of her room whispering a thank you.

"You know," Jaskier says playfully. "My voice is better live. I could come over sometimes to sing you lullabies in person."

Geralt is glad you can't hear a blush over the phone.

"Yes. Ok."

"Yes?" Jaskier crows.

"Yes. I'd like that."

--fin

Inspiration

#geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #the witcher #descarada writes #modern au #descarada writes geraskier

[spielzeugkaiser]

[MASTERPOST] Roach steals Jaskier the show, Jaskier has a nice community and the chat is thirsting for Geralts arms. 👀

#jaskier #geraskier #geralt of rivia #the witcher #onlyfans!jaskier #modern au #that is the day on which geralt gets his own emoji in the chat and everytime he is even partially spotted the chat goes bonkers #he's like their loch ness monster - their bigfoot! #(also people are horny) #(and Jaskier turns very sweet when he's near)

[cod-dump]

Nik: History was second on my list of favorite subjects when I was studying.

Price: What was first?

Nik: Geography. The atlas was bigger, and it was easier to hide a bottle of vodka behind it.

#submission #source: the witcher book 0 #source: the last wish #call of duty #modern warfare #cod nikolai #john price #incorrect quotes #pricenik #nik the bad boy #price loves a bad boy

[winters-mistress]

Dream

"Ciri?" Geralt asks, glancing up into the mirror so he could see his daughter. "You finished your veg? You know our rule."

And that rule was Ciri could have dessert after she'd finished her vegetables. Of course, it was different is she was trying a new vegetable Eskel or Vesemir had grown on the grounds, she was only expected to try it, and a full portion if she liked it. Which had worked well to get many different green vegetables down her, only pumpkin and mushrooms went untouched.

Now, however, the rule was simple. Finish the vegetables we both know you like, and you can have your dessert. And in this case, after Ciri had finished her performance in her latest school play, her father had bought her a mcdonalds as a treat. Carrot sticks after her little burger, then he would give her her little portion of fries and the little cupcake and ice cream cone.

Geralt frowns as he doesn't hear an answer. His girl had been chatting non stop since her performance, only being quiet when she began tucking into her little burger.

"Ciri?" He's got excellent hearing, surely he can't have misheard again.

Geralt pulls to a stop at the red light, taking a moment to properly look at his girl as she sat in her car seat.

And he smiles.

There, in her pretty silver dress Eskel and Jaskier had teamed up to sew -the one with what looked like a hundred layers of sparkly silver tulle and a matching top with a lace batwing sleeve overlay- with the crown he had bought her three days ago, wings still attached to her shoulders smashed against the seat, ketchup and mustard smeared over her little lips, the girl lay fast asleep. Her head leans against her shoulder, chin to chest, blonde curls just as wild as his own hair could get, she breathes in and out, deep and calm, exhausted from her performance and lulled by the car noise.

Geralt chuckles, glancing at the empty carrot stick bag near her open hand. A deal's a deal, he'll hide her cake from lambert and give her a scoop of ice cream in the morning.

And so, Geralt drives the rest of the way up the mountain to their farm, looking over at the three cars that litter outside the main doorway, turning the ignition off and opening his door, exiting.

Reaching in, Geralt unbundled Ciri from her car seat, sliding his right hand behind her shoulders, taking an annoyingly long time to find her knees from the torrent of tulle she wore. Ciri stays asleep, slumping into his arms as he grabs the bunch of roses he had given her.

The girl stays asleep long past the moments where he cradles her head, protecting it from the doorway as they enter the main living quarters of Kaer Morhen farmland and stables. She isn't aware of her grandfather smiling at the two of them, nor is she aware of the fact her father replaces her pretty dress, wings and crown for her purple horse pyjamas that Yennefer had bought her that summer.

Geralt tucks her into her blue bedding, pressing her Kelpie plushie into her arms, filling her water bottle and replacing the apple and salted crackers he keeps by her bedside table.

"Goodnight, Princess." He whispers, kissing her head. "Sweet dreams."

#the witcher #witcher #witcher netflix #the witcher netflix #geralt and ciri #geralt of rivia #cirilla of cintra #dadralt #ciri is his baby #fanfiction #geralt is the best dad #i love him #witcherfanfiction #modern witcher #ciri is geralt's daughter #single dad geralt

[churchofpossum]

I don't have a happy new year thing for this year bcs it sucked and I am just happy it is over. So here's one from last year, no idea if I ever posted it here. So happy new year to you, may all your resolutions come true.

#Geraskier #the witcher fanart #the witcher #Geralt #Jaskier #modern!AU

[fandom-junk-drawer]

Modern Day Geralt and Jaskier being two halves of the same idiot

#the witcher #the witcher netflix #twn #the witcher memes #the witcher modern au #geralt #geralt of rivia #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #geraskier #henry cavill #joey batey

[geraskierficrecs]

Heroic Update!

New chapter available now!

Teaser:

“You would have killed all of us,” he said in a dull voice, “if it kept you in power a little longer.”

Vesemir sneered, attention fixing on Geralt once again.  “Don’t pretend with me, boy.  You were so eager for the world to love you that you would have done anything I told you to.” His eyes slid disdainfully over to where Jaskier still lay.  “After all, you didn’t even flinch after you killed that reporter for Stregobor, did you?  You just came back and let me spin it to the press as self defense.”

His heart lurched in his chest.  “You knew about Renfri?”

“Who do you think told Stregobor to send you?”

The information slid like a knife between his ribs, clicking into place with dull agony.  Geralt’s role in Renfri’s death had been no accident.  He’d walked into the warehouse without realizing he was just a pawn in the Council’s games.  Without him, Jaskier might have been able to live a normal life, one where he could be happy.  One where he wouldn’t die on some rooftop by some uncaring enemy.

Jaskier had been right–Geralt was nothing more than a weapon.

Killing was what he’d been created to do.  It was the poison in his veins and the claws on each fingertips.  It was the vicious yellow in his eyes and the inhuman strength burning through each piece of sinew and bone.  He would never be anything but a weapon in the hands of whoever wished to wield him.

#angst #Angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #temporary character death #hurt jaskier #hurt geralt #lambert x aiden #lambert/aiden #laiden #my stuff #modern au #modern witcher #superhero au #top jaskier #bottom geralt #dom/sub undertones #explcit #feral jaskier #badass jaskier #bamf jaskier #protective geralt #protective jaskier #geraskier #geraltxjaskier #jaskier/geralt #geralt/jaskier

[na-mmu]

Jask in Modern AU

#jaskier #modern au #I’m just obsessed with jask in Hawaiian shirt!!!! #why not #the witcher fanart #my art