#the witcher bog bingo

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for the Gen Prompt Bingo, the prompt was Past, Present and Future

the Crones at Crookback Bog

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endless Witcher 3 gifs

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Witcher Masterlists

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Passiflora Drabble Challenge no.1

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(Updated: 18/12/22)

#the witcher #shay's writing #witcher fic

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If It Didn’t Count In Seminary...

hi! double posting! hope you’re ready for some priest smut on this fine thursday evening! another @thewitcherbog bingo prompt for the smut card! the square was ‘just the tip’ 😏 @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde beta’d for me and lemme tell yall they are the best beta. so fuckin good. my grammar is much better and i have been validated to hell and back

Pairing: Geraskier, but as priests

CW: they fuck, i mean... its ‘just the tip’ as a prompt  lol, anal sex, anal fingering, some serious mental gymnastics the only useful thing i learned from christian school lol

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“I’m sorry Daddy, I’ve been naughty.”

Geralt closed his eyes and heaved a weary sigh as the youngest addition to his clerical staff leaned on his office door, “Brother Pankratz,” his tone was one of warning and for that, he was rather proud of himself. No one had tested him like this little brat in years. 

Whether it was teasing, like that entrance, or winks over the lunch table when someone almost made an innuendo or, worst yet, walking around with his collar open and most of his shirt buttons undone, it seemed Jaskier was always taunting Geralt. And, God save him, it was working. Geralt had had two wet dreams about Jaskier since his arrival a month ago and if he were honest with himself, he was looking forward to the next one. 

Jaskier rolled his eyes, still smirking when Geralt looked up to see him crossing the room to his desk. Only he didn’t sit in one of the chairs like usual, he perched himself on the desk right in front of Geralt, nearly in his lap. 

“Come on,” Jaskier lowered his voice and glanced over his shoulder as if he hadn’t shut the door tightly behind him, “you really buy into the idea that a Lord who loves us so much would make something so good and keep it from us? Don’t- Don’t quote scripture at me, Geralt. Those aren’t your thoughts.”

With a grimace, Geralt did his best to pretend he wasn’t aching to reach out and grip the younger priest, “I do.”

Jaskier narrowed his eyes, a sly grin taking over his face, “But you don’t like it do you?”

“What’s not to love?”

“Ha-ha. Very charming,” Jaskier grumbled before pulling his performance back to where he wanted it, “It’d be a shame to let that… delicious body of yours go to waste.”

“I ser-

“-Serve the Lord, I know,” Jaskier interrupted, opening his legs and leaning forward to rest his hands on the back of Geralt’s chair, putting their faces just inches from each other, “But so do I. And his…” he took a moment to look Geralt up and down as he paused for effect, “masterpiece deserves to be worshipped.”

Despite his best efforts, and all those witty retorts that had helped him escape so many soccer moms on Sunday afternoons, Geralt found his mouth was dry and his head was empty. 

In a low husky voice, leaning in to whisper in Geralt’s ear, Jaskier broke him, “I’ll show the Lord my gratitude and awe through you. Please?”

Geralt moaned as he nuzzled into Jaskier’s neck and whispered, “Just the tip?”

“Oh? Oh.” Jaskier leaned back just enough for Geralt to see the absolute glee on his face, “Going right in for the kill?”

Reaching up to run his hands up and down Jaskier’s side, Geralt blushed furiously and refused to make eye contact while he answered, “If it didn’t count in seminary…” 

“Oh Daddy’s been naughty!” Jaskier exclaimed before pulling Geralt up into a messy frantic kiss.

Breaking away just long enough to speak as he stood, now towering over Jaskier still sat on his desk, Geralt mumbled, “Not Daddy.”

“Father?” Jaskier gasped. When Geralt wrinkled his nose Jaskier shrugged and started unbuttoning his shirt, “We’ll work on it.”

Geralt didn’t give him a chance to work on it right then though, just pulled him into a rough kiss and tore at his buttons so frantically that a few of them simply popped off. Jaskier gave a delighted giggle at that and set to running his hands over every square inch of Geralt’s torso. His hands were soft and Geralt had a hard time focusing on their kiss with the way Jaskier treated him so gently. Every now and then he’d glide his fingertips over a ticklish spot and Geralt would shiver, which only made Jaskier do it again before moving on. Geralt’s hands had found a home gripping Jaskier’s shirt, his hold tightening whenever Jaskier did that thing with his tongue that made Geralt moan. 

It seemed like a lifetime before Geralt pulled back, though it was probably only minutes. He thought Jaskier looked like he’d be content drawing it out for hours before finally fucking him, but he’d let himself want it and now he wanted it. He wanted the burn and the little pop of a cockhead passing his muscle and fuck he wanted to feel absolutely filthy. 

“Get rid of the slacks,” Geralt grunted, finally stripping down to nothing but his dress socks and giving his cock one self-indulgent stroke before leaning on his elbows on the desk and arching his back. 

“Oh, Geralt. You spoil me,” Jaskier growled, divesting himself of his clothing and running his hands over Geralt’s hips. 

“Fuck, just get on with it.” Geralt was panting and bracing himself for the couple of minutes of discomfort before the fucking actually became worth it.

Jaskier smoothed his hands over his whole back, swiping over his shoulders too as he leaned over the older priest, his cock resting in the crevasse of Geralt’s ass, “Oh sweetheart, relax. Just because it’s a sinful little loophole doesn’t mean it has to hurt.”

Geralt tried to look over his shoulder at Jaskier but his hair fell in his eyes so he settled for his tried and true sarcasm, “Sure.”

There was a brief pause where Geralt thought he might have done something wrong before he heard Jaskier spit and suddenly warm wet fingers were circling his hole. And wasn’t that new? Geralt shivered at the little sparks of pleasure that shot up his spine. No one, certainly not himself, had touched him like that. It didn’t even matter that it was wrong anymore. He didn’t even feel all that filthy without the dirty talk he remembered from back in seminary, and he found he liked this much, much more. Jaskier was gentle with him, spitting now and then to wet the way as he slowly added one finger, then two, then three as Geralt shuddered and fell nearly boneless onto the desk. 

When Jaskier’s fingers brushed something inside him that lit his whole body alight, Geralt moaned, an absolutely debauched sound that reverberated off the high ceilings in his office. 

“Shhh,” Jaskier laughed, “you want the whole parish to hear you?”

“Don’t ca-are!” Geralt gasped as Jaskier did it again and his cock twitched. He hadn’t ever had sex this good. Hell, he could barely say he’d had sex at all, but this was by far the best. 

A pitiful little whimper fell from his lips as Jaskier pulled his hand away, soothing him with his words and clean hand the whole time. This time when he felt the sensation of a cock pressing against his hole he didn’t tense up. There was no discomfort in the burning, only a nice stretch as Jaskier ever slowly pushed in and pulled back, spitting to ease the way. Geralt let his cheek fall on the desk and bit down on his lip to keep from shouting when Jaskier’s cockhead popped past his muscle.

The soft groan that escaped instead got praise from Jaskier, “That's it, darling. You’re so good, so, so good for taking me so well. Are you enjoying yourself? Hm?”

“Ung-huh,” Geralt’s barely cognizant response made Jaskier chuckle until he clenched and Jaskier was moaning too. 

The younger priest pulled back and Geralt sucked in a breath as the head of his cock caught on his entrance before popping out. He was so close, so, so, so close but he’d only touched his cock once. He didn’t understand and truly didn’t care, he just hoped Jaskier wasn’t far behind him as he did his best not to rock back on the cock teasing him closer and closer to orgasm. He vaguely registered Jaskier pumping his cock with the tip still inside him, only barely noticed when Jaskier ordered him to touch himself, and he was surprised he obeyed without a second thought. 

Three strokes and he was cumming all over his desk drawers, shaking and gasping, and probably clenching as he rode out the high he’d missed for decades. He shivered as Jaskier came inside him, the aftershocks mixing pleasantly with the feeling of being filled and Jaskier’s hands on his back.

Jaskier pulled out after a few seconds, plopping back into Geralt’s chair and, with a breathy, exhausted laugh, pulled Geralt into his lap, “Thank you.”

“Mmmmm,” Geralt didn’t want to think, just bask in the afterglow pressed close to Jaskier. 

“What’s my penance, Father?” Jaskier teased, brushing his fingertips over one of those ticklish places he’d found earlier. 

Without thinking, Geralt hummed his response, “More than just the tip next time.”

#the witcher bog bingo #the witcher bog event #just the tip #geraskier #geraskier priests #priest geralt #priest jaskier #dougie and i are on a tear with the blasphemy and sacralige what can i say #geraskier smut #the witcher smut #geraskier fic #the witcher fic #geraskier modern au #the witcher modern au #i dont even know how to tag anymore someone send help

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For the 'Bad Things Happen Bingo' can I suggest Infected wound with Geraskier and some angsty Jaskier whump? Maybe Jaskier gets a hit when protecting/helping Geralt on a hunt and doesn't treat it well enough so Geralt has to step in when infection starts to affect Jaskier? Just a suggestion everything you do is great anyways so just do what you want!

I’ve probably spent wayy longer than I should have delving into lore here, but it was worth it. I hope you like it, even though I haven’t really written much of The Witcher yet. It doesn’t help that I haven’t met Jaskier in the books/game yet, which has caught me out a bit. Thank you so much for requesting and your words! 

Prompt: Infected Wound ( @badthingshappenbingo )

Characters: Geralt/Jaskier

Warnings: Kikimore worker, violence, infection, swearing

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Jaskier was humming again.

Geralt watched as Jaskier strummed his lute alongside Roach, as they moved through yet another bog. The local village had complaints of a monster stalking the place, and as per usual, Jaskier tagged along with the Witcher, despite very strong recommendations to stay at the inn. 

By the description of survivors, Geralt had already made an assumption on what this monster could be, and had coated his blade in an oil as he was riding. 

As the bog became murkier, the ground became softer, making it harder for Roach to move through the mud. Thus, Geralt dismounted and hitched Roach against a tree. Sifting through his saddlebag, he pulled out a small vial. He pulled the cork off and downed the liquid in one. 

“What’s that one for?” Jaskier had stopped a few paces ahead, slowly walking backwards as to keep an eye on Geralt.

“Improves my senses.”

Jaskier pulled an approving face. “I could use one of those.”

“Hmm...”

Geralt patted Roach’s nose and walked up to Jaskier, who swung his lute over his shoulder. “This place does not feel very friendly.” They began to approach a large lake.

As Jaskier continued to ramble, Geralt could feel the effects of the potion take place, and his ears caught a new, but not unfamiliar noise. “Jas...” he warned, a hand coming to the belt of his scabbard on his torso. He was ready to pull his sword into his awaiting palm. Jaskier continued to chatter, mostly to himself. “Jaskier!” 

He turned his head at the sound of his name. At the same time, the water in front of them exploded, a monster rearing its head. “Geralt!” Jaskier’s voice trembled. The monster turned its head towards the noise and spat defensively.

It hit Jaskier in the leg, causing his body to buckle at the sudden pain. He watched as Geralt sprang into action, clutching his thigh.

Whatever that was, it wasn’t water. 

He crawled backwards until he could lay his back against a tree, shoving his lute aside so he wouldn’t squash it. He was too terrified to look at the damage to his leg, and more importantly, his trousers. 

In a spurt of a ‘fuck it’ attitude, he looked down. His skin was seared and red, burning hot and freezing cold seemingly at the same time. He took off his jacket and tried to wipe the substance off of the wound, before wrapping and tying it around his leg. He rested his head against the back of the tree, taking deep breaths. 

A growling shriek caught Jaskier’s attention moments after. Geralt had impaled the monster on his silver blade. Thank Melitele, he thought to himself. When all went silent, Geralt’s footsteps resounded through the bog. “Jaskier.” He crouched beside the bard.

“I’m fine. Just a bit of a twinge. Now, help me up.” Jaskier reached his arm out to meet Geralt’s. “What was that?”

“It was a sub-class kikimore. A worker.” 

“Uh-huh, and what do they spit at people who talk too loud?”

“Acid.”

Geralt made it back to Roach with Jaskier’s arm over his shoulder and his lute in his free hand. “Get on Roach.”

Formerly speechless, Jaskier looked at him, wide eyed and hiding a smirk. “Did you just say what I thought you just said?”

Wordlessly, Geralt supported Jaskier’s weight as he wrestled the saddle. He took Roach’s reins in his hand to lead her back to town. “How is it?” He was referring to Jaskier’s leg.

“Yeah, no, it’s fine. A bit of ointment will do the trick.”

“Herbalist it is, then.”

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The bog slowly dissipated as the ground became sturdier and the air became lighter. The beaten path was wide; Geralt was sure that he was nearing the town. “Um, Geralt?” He turned to see Jaskier squinting. “How many paths are in front of us?”

“Only one.”

“Oh, okay, good, good. Because I see about five.” Geralt stopped Roach just in time for him to catch Jaskier on his quick descent to the ground. He dragged him to the side of the path and sat him against a (different) tree.

“You said you were fine.”

Jaskier huffed a small laugh. “I mean, I was.” 

Geralt unwrapped the temporary binding around Jaskier’s leg. Immediately, Geralt sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He stood straight and moved to Roach, digging around in his saddlebags. He returned with a small wooden circular container and some clean bandages.

“We were almost back to town, anyway. Thought I could last.” Jaskier began sweat beads down his temples, leaving trails on his pale skin. 

Geralt twisted the cap off of the container, revealing a white cream. He dipped his fingers in before applying a generous amount to the weeping wound. Jaskier gasped. “Fuck!” Instinctively, he grabbed Geralt’s wrist to stop him from putting more on.

Not really knowing how to comfort him, Geralt spoke with uncertainty. “Um, I should’ve probably warned you; this will hurt.” 

Jaskier glared at him. “Good to know.” Reluctantly, he released his wrist. For the entire time, Jaskier seemingly held his breath as Geralt covered the wound with the ointment. 

Once or twice, Geralt caught Jaskier’s conscious waning. “Stay awake, Jas.”

The bandages were wrapped expertly around Jaskier’s leg and tied tightly. Pulling his arm over his shoulders, Geralt rose to his feet, placing Jaskier on Roach’s haunches, before sliding into the saddle himself. He willed her into a gallop, hoping he could get to someone before he would need to resort to more desperate measures, before the foreign tightness in his chest becomes too much to bear.

#the witcher #infected wound #badthingshappenbingo

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Till You Can’t Think

my final submission for @thewitcherbog bingo!!! i am very excited to have actually done let alone completed one of these! the prompt for this one was service top so i went for topping from the bottom 😏

pairing: geraskier (dom geralt/sub jask)

CW: anal sex, anal fingering, dom sub, negotiation, pet names: Sweetheart and baby, i broke my rule about Geralt never calling anyone baby but like, it fit? in this context only? i dont think he’d call anyone that outside play? or other than jask? idk. i feel weird about it still lol

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“Sh, sh, shhhh, I know you’re so needy right now,” Geralt purred as he held Jaskier close and let his sub grind against his crotch. He absolutely loved to watch Jaskier get so worked up, especially sat directly in his lap. His eyes would roll back as Geralt trailed his hands over his body and he’d squeeze them tight before trying to open them and look at Geralt through the fog. It was never a rule they set up, but Jaskier always wanted to see Geralt, and Geralt found it incredibly endearing.

“What do you need today, Sweetheart?” Geralt ran his hand over Jaskier’s hair as the brunet bit his lip and whined as he wiggled as if he couldn’t possibly sit still. 

“No cuffs,” he mumbled, back to rutting his half chub against Geralt’s abs. 

Geralt kissed him sweetly and softly, “Mmm, thank you, Sweetheart. Do you want to move? Get all that energy out?” 

Jaskier nodded and squeezed his eyes shut with a high-pitched whine.

“Okay, good boy. One more question then you don’t have to speak, I promise.” Geralt practically cooed as he stroked Jaskier’s cheeks, trying to get his attention while keeping his voice soft, “Do you want to fuck me or something else?”

“Ohhhh fuck you.” 

Geralt always knew he’d found the right option or hit the right spot when Jaskier’s voice dropped down an octave and he drew out his moan like that. He’d get whiny and needy and hit notes Geralt hadn’t thought possible, but when Jaskier really liked something, he damn near growled. 

“Oh-ho-hokay,” Geralt laughed, laying back on their bed and situating the two of them so they could easily shimmy out of their clothes. Jaskier’s hands were all over him as soon as they were both naked. He knelt between Geralt’s thighs and ran his hands up over Geralt’s torso, taking time to grab a handful of his pecks and sigh like it soothed some incredible itch. 

“That’s it Sweetheart, I’m all yours. Take what you need,” Geralt fumbled for the bottle of lube by the bed as he hummed his encouragements, his breath hitching every now and then when Jaskier flicked his nipple or groped at his inner thigh. 

As soon as he uncapped the little bottle, it was snatched out of his hands by Jaskier who quickly covered his fingers and nudged Geralt’s legs farther apart with his thighs. He dragged the length of his finger over Geralt’s hole and earned a delighted chuckle for his efforts. As Jaskier started working up a rhythm circling Geralt’s entrance and almost pushing a finger in before pulling back, he used his other hand to lazily stroke himself. 

“A-are you getting hard for me, Sweetheart? Hm? Go- oh- gonna fuck me till you can’t think anymore?” Geralt stuttered as Jaskier finally pushed one finger inside. 

Jaskier groaned in response, his hips twitching into his hand as he pumped himself in time with his hand opening Geralt up. His whines got higher and higher as he stretched Geralt sloppily. Jaskier always took his time, in and out of play, to make sure Geralt was fully ready for him but he couldn’t focus. Geralt propped himself on his elbows and watched his pretty little sub for a moment, all blushy and desperate for him. Jaskier was watching his fingers disappear inside Geralt, slowly and a little unsteadily, as he squeezed his cock almost in frustration. It was adorable, but Geralt didn’t want his sub frustrated right now. He wanted him satisfied and without a care in the world. 

“Here, Sweetheart, do you need some help?”

“Mhm,” Jaskier nodded as Geralt gripped his wrist and slid one finger down Jaskier’s hand to join his other two inside him. 

“There you go, baby. That’s much easier, hm? Just need a little more. Can you add one more finger for me- Ohhh yes, good boy. Th-thank you,” Geralt guided their hands to pump in and out just enough to really open him up. At this point he did if for Jaskier. He’d be fine with a burn and a little adjustment period, but Jaskier would feel guilty later and Geralt couldn’t have that. 

As soon as he deemed himself ready, Geralt released Jaskier’s wrist and pulled his hands back, pitching his voice down so it was almost a command, almost, “Go ahead Sweetheart. Fuck me until your head’s completely empty.”

Jaskier growled as he lunged forward. Geralt dribbled some more lube as Jaskier rested the tip of his cock against Geralt’s hole. They both hissed at the sudden rush of cold but the distraction didn’t last long. Soon Jaskier was steadily pumping in and out of Geralt, hands planted on either side of Geralt’s ribs. Geralt did his best not to get swept up in the moment and demand more or harder or anything at all. Instead, he caressed Jaskier’s face and mumbled sweet little praises or check ins, making sure Jaskier was getting exactly what he needed. 

When Jaskier was close he wrinkled his nose. Geralt never asked if he realized he did this, but he loved it, as a perfect tell and also because it was adorable. 

As soon as Geralt saw it he tapped the bottom of Jaskier’s chin, “Eyes on me, baby. Mm! Fuck that’s perfect. You’re doing so well Sweetheart.”

With that Jaskier tipped over the edge, swearing and gasping but not breaking eye contact with Geralt. Before he pulled out and before Geralt could even say anything, Jaskier wrapped his still lubed hand around Geralt’s cock and stroked until he came with a shout. 

Coming back to his senses, Geralt realized Jaskier was still trying to rut into him even as he began to soften. 

“Oh, Sweetheart, come here,” he cooed, guiding Jaskier to pull out and snuggle up to Geralt’s chest, regardless of the mess, “Did that help?”

Jaskier just nodded and did his best to crawl inside Geralt's skin as he settled and his breathing began to slow. 

"Thank you…" he whispered, tracing one of Geralt’s scars with his fingertips. 

"For what, Sweetheart?"

“For talking me through it.” his voice was so so quiet, but Geralt thought he sounded much less frantic than when he’d burst into the room before, “It was nice to hear, you know… that I did a good job…” 

“Of course, anything for you,” Geralt whispered before kissing Jaskier on the forehead before tilting his chin up for a proper kiss. He’d want to clean them up before they fell asleep, but it couldn’t hurt to hold Jaskier for a little longer.

#geraskier #geraskier dom sub #dom geralt #sub jaskier #topping from the bottom #service top #geralt only communicates during sex #thats my headcanon and im sticking to it #the witcher bog bingo #smut bingo #the witcher #the witcher fic #the witcher smut #geraskier fic #geraskier smut

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Old Wild Whims of Fancy

ow. ow ow ow why did i sign up for an angst cardddd????? This is ‘memory loss’ for @thewitcherbog bingo event. i hurt myself.

pairing: romantic jask/priscilla, best friends geralt and jask

warnings: memory loss, dementia/Alzheimer's, Geralt comforts Jaskier in his last days as he declines, MCD- major character death and i mean it (also unbettaed)

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The letter Geralt had received from Priscilla was heartbreaking. The idea of Jaskier losing his memory and not remembering the partner he’d adored so much for so long, even before meeting Geralt, made Geralt absolutely ache for his best friend. But seeing him was much worse. 

It had only been a year… right? Maybe two? Geralt coudln’t be sure. He’d never been great with time and he’d always had Jaskier there to help him keep track… But looking at his friend now was like looking at a completely different person. A cousin maybe. Certainly not the bright vibrant bard he knew. 

Priscilla had told him Jaskier had asked for him. Asked for ‘that witcher bloke I wrote a song about’ with a cheeky grin. That song was going on sixty years old now and the look on Priscilla’s face said that she was already grieving the loss of the love of her life. 

Geralt only nodded and swallowed hard and knelt down next to Jaskier where he sat in a plush chair surrounded by books. Other than looking rather older and a touch too frail for Geralt’s memory, he looked peaceful; just a professor’s brain at work plowing through his favorite books. But Geralt noticed all the titles all too quickly. They were Jaskier’s favorites that he’d talked about over the years, and one or two that he’d written himself.

“Geralt! Hello dear witcher! You look well!”

Choosing to ignore how his friend’s voice wobbled so much more than it should have, Geralt forced a smile and answered like he always would, “And you look pompous as ever. How was your winter Jaskier?” 

A wily grin spread over Jaskier’s face as he wiggled his eyebrows, “I think I’ve finally won my dear Priscilla’s heart for good. But I can bore you with the details later. I’ve recently found this book about you-” he held the book up and wiggled it slightly, but Geralt saw Priscilla had scratched out the authors name on the cover, and he assumed on the inside pages as well, “-and this bloke seems to think you, Mr. Cantankerous-And-Broody, are actually rather forthcoming with details. That, or he made a shitload of it up.”

“Probably half horseshit,” Geralt quipped, trying to keep the wavering out of his own voice as he recalled the adventure they had shared that Jaskier had turned into that book. 

“Makes me wonder if you’ve collected another bard?” Jaskier played it as a tease, but Geralt knew he was probably hurt by his own writing. That story in particular had been one of Jaskier’s favorites, what he called ‘a turning point in our relationship, dear witcher’. 

“Only a straggler with too much vigor and wild whims of fancy.” Geralt forced his words out over the lump forming in his throat. That’s exactly what he’d thought of Jaskier in the beginning, now he was one of the most important people in Geralt’s life. And he knew he’d stay and watch him waste away as his mind slowly left him, even if he had to introduce himself every time he walked into the room. He couldn’t leave his best friend in the world alone in his last days, “I could never replace you, Jaskier. Not ever.” 

“Now, now. Didn’t you say that emotions are for drunks and those with time and money to spare? Lets save the dramatics for the tavern,” Jaskier teased, setting a far too frail hand on Geralt’s shoulder, “Tell me how this fool got it wrong.” 

And so he did.

Geralt told him every detail he could recall from their twenty-some year old adventure, pulling some from the book in Jaskier’s hands on memory, and some from the first draft he’d thrown back at his friend with an eye roll at how dramatic he’d made it all sound. 

He did the same thing every day until Jaskier passed. He had to introduce himself a few times near the end, and for a while that would jog Jaskier’s memory enough to talk like old friends.

But the last few weeks, Geralt would introduce himself and Jaskier would stare at him with a little wonder, but no recognition in his eyes. After the first day this happened where Geralt had to leave and go for a long tear soaked ride, he started asking Jaskier’s help. He would kneel at Jaskier’s side and ask for his esteemed bardic talents to repair a witcher’s reputation. Jaskier would get excited and though he couldn’t form full sentences he would indicate for Geralt to tell his tale. And Geralt would tell him everything.

They spent hours by the fire, Geralt telling story after story of their adventures, of how this delightful and vibrant young bard had changed his life and helped him become a man worthy of the family he had now. 

Jaskier’s last day, Geralt spoke of the time they met. How foolishly endearing this bard had seemed, how innocent yet devious, and how wise beyond his years. Geralt left Jaskier and Priscilla’s cottage that day knowing he’d never see his best friend again. But it had been worth all the pain to give back to Jaskier some of the comfort he’d always given to Geralt.

#MCD #major character death #dementia tw #jaskier has dementia #alzheimer's tw #the witcher bog bingo #angst bingo #geralt and jaskier #geraskier best friends #old jaskier #jaskier angst #geralt #geralt of rivia #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #the witcher #the witcher fic #the witcher angst #someone hold me im crying

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Who Is He Really?

fic number 2 for @thewitcherbog angst bingo! went back to my ‘raised by true crime and cop procedural shows’ roots for this one. the prompt was hostage situation so i kinda had to ya know?

pairing: Geraskier

CW: gun mention, gun violence mention, hostages taken, jaskier feels betrayed and violated, allusions to dissociation- possibly dissociative identity disorder bc i was a spencer simp in my criminal minds days okay? of course imma use that banger two episode plot for some pain definitely unrealistic and hollywood-ified representation of the disorder, vomiting, big ole sense of loss, idk i think that covers it? unbetaed? 

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Jaskier had dropped his coffee when he got the call. He was absolutely frantic, sprinting out of the coffee shop and starting his car with shaking hands. He’d just seen a news alert that the killer the police had been chasing for months was supposedly cornered in the warehouse district. And the detective on the phone said they needed him at the warehouse district. For Geralt. They needed him to help his fiance. 

He called his mom as he went thirty over the speed limit across town. He’d called his mother who had hated Geralt. But he needed someone. Anyone. 

Arriving at a village of tactical vans and police cars and even a medical tent was nothing short of traumatizing. Hell, he almost forgot to put his car in park and definitely didn’t bother taking the keys out of the ignition. 

A terrifying woman with a severe expression introduced herself as Agent DeVries and sat him down on a gurney in the medical tent. He thought it might have just been the only place to sit, or Geralt would be brought in there soon, better to be waiting for him, right?

“Jaskier, what do you know of Geralt’s childhood?” 

“It was incredibly traumatic. What does this have to do with him being hurt?” Jaskier’s whole body was practically vibrating. He needed to see Geralt. He needed someone to tell him what was happening. He needed this woman to stop looking at him like he was a briefcase bomb. 

“Did he tell you what his father was like?” The woman hadn’t blinked the whole time she’d been talking to him, her lips barely moving under so much tension. 

“Where is he? Who cares what that fucker was like?! Is he okay?”

A flash of sympathy shone in the agent’s eyes before she took a deep breath and seemed to steel her nerves, “As far as we can tell, he is unharmed. But he isn’t here as a hostage, Jaskier. He’s holding hostages.”

“Oh fuck off, no he’s not. That man can barely tell his god-daughter ‘no’, let alone kill a spider. You’ve got the wrong man. He’s been set up. I don’t care, he isn’t capable of taking hostages.”

“He is, Jaskier. He took two hostages and shot at officers as he retreated into the building.”

Jaskier looked around the tent for cameras, a confused and disbelieving frown on his face, “Bullshit.”

Agent DeVries rolled her eyes, “We don’t have time for this. Would you believe me if you saw the video?”

“You don’t have a video of him doing anything like that because he couldn’t.” Jaskier spat. He was fully prepared to point out the man was too old to be Geralt, something that often happened with his white hair. Maybe even point out the man had none of Geralt’s tattoos, or scars if the quality was good enough. 

When she showed him the video he barely found a trash can to vomit into in time. 

The man was around Geralt’s age, had all his tattoos, all his scars.

The agent wasn’t mistaken. 

He clung to the dirty metal trash can like a lifeline as he heaved and heaved, well past anything actually coming up. 

“Here, drink some water,” Agent Devries’ voice was surprisingly soft as she handed him a fragile paper cup, “We were hoping you could convince him to let them go. He loves you more than anything. Even asked for you.”

That made Jaskier’s body try to heave again, but he grimaced and kept himself together. That certainly made it worse. He thought if Geralt had just used him as a cover the whole time he wouldn’t feel so violated, so wholly unhinged and desperate to run. But he was there, and so were people Geralt might hurt, and this agent was looking at him as if he was the last fucking jedi.

His voice was barely above a whisper when he finally caught enough breath to speak, “I don’t think I can.”

“He has a mother and her young son in that building. From what we gather, they are tied and gagged. If you agree to this you have to give it your all. Their lives depend on it. Failing could get them killed.”

Jaskier flashed back to earlier that morning, just six or seven hours ago, sitting on the kitchen counter with Geralt standing between his knees. His fiance had wrapped his arms around his waist and snuggled into his neck, muttering something cute and nonsensical as they waited for their coffee to brew. It made no sense.

“Okay,” Jaskier rasped, clearing his throat and knocking back the last of his water, “Okay. What do you need me to do?” 

The next hour was a blur, all quick coaching with the background cacophony of guns being loaded and endless radio chatter. 

When they finally sat him in front of a phone and pressed ‘call’, Jaskier’s whole body went numb. He prayed to any god that would listen that whoever picked up the phone wasn’t Geralt. That it was just someone who looked like him and his actual fiance would be pacing their apartment worried sick about where he had gone after work. 

The call connected and for a second all Jaskier could hear was heavy breathing before that familiar gravely voice laced with fear and desperation came over the speaker, “Jaskier?”

A dam broke as a sob ripped through Jaskier’s chest, “Geralt, are you okay?” 

He wanted to ask ‘how could you?’, wanted to scream and shout until he couldn’t feel his throat and coughed up blood. 

He wasn’t prepared for Geralt’s reply, barely squeaked out through tears, “No.”

“Wh-what happened, love?” Jaskier held his head in his hands, squeezing his eyes shut as his whole body tensed for the blow. 

“I don’t know!” Geralt’s voice was watery and panicked, “I don’t remember. You remember last summer whe-when I forgot my birthday? And when I didn’t recognize Ciri or re-member it later?” he hiccoughed through tears as his voice only got more and more frantic. 

“Yes…” 

Agent DeVries looked like she’d put some invisible puzzle together and signaled him to ask more.

“Do you know where you are?” Jaskier asked, lifting his head and trying to quell the turning of his stomach. 

“No! Julek I don’t know what’s happening and the police are saying I did something but I- I don’t know what and I don’t know what to do,” Geralt was wholeheartedly sobbing by then. Jaskier tried not to picture him crying and clutching the phone in his panic. Agent DeVries hovered a finger over the mute button and waved to him as if to tell him to stall. 

“H-hold on, love. Breathe. Let me think.”

Agent DeVries held the button down and stared him down with an intensity he would never forget, “Does he dissociate?”

“What? No? He has a memory problem. The neurologist cant figure it out but he just-”

“Forgets who he is, where he is, and who he’s with, then has a blank space in his memory when you ask about it later?” the agent finished for him, speaking so quickly he barely caught it. When all he did was nod, she launched into instructions over Geralt calling for Jaskier, “Tell him it isn’t his fault. He was tricked and we’re going to help him but he has to come out of the building without his weapons and let us check him over.”

As soon as her finger left the mute button Jaskier jumped to soothe Geralt, on pure instinct, “Shh, I’m sorry darling. I think I figured it out, okay? Can you do exactly what I tell you? Please, Geralt? C-can you trust me?” he felt sick again asking it, trying and failing to keep his voice from breaking into a sob. 

“I trust you with my life,” Geralt whispered, a sharp snotty sniff making the speaker crackle right after his words. 

Not five minutes later, Geralt was handcuffed in the back of a police cruiser frantically looking around for Jaskier like a trapped puppy.

Jaskier was shoving his way through a crowd of people after Agent DeVries, demanding answers and doing his best not to hyperventilate, “If it’s not his fault why is he cuffed and locked away! What aren’t you telling me?!”

The agent turned to him with a look so full of fake pity he almost slapped it off her face in his rage, “He absolutely killed those people. We have his DNA from his Juvee stent. He might be a basket case and get a light sentence, maybe even a one-way ticket to a mental institution, but those murders are one hundred percent his fault.”

The finality with which she spat the words at him and the complete shift from earlier stunned Jaskier. He just stared after her as she strode away. 

A car door slamming pulled him out of his trance and he whipped his head toward the sound to see Geralt pleading to him with his eyes as the car engine started. Every bone in his body wanted to hold him, run his fingers through his hair and promise him they’d figure this out together.

But he couldn’t move. He just watched as the police car carried the love of his life out of view.

#the witcher bog bingo #the witcher bog event #the witcher #the witcher fic #the witcher modern au #geraskier fiances #geraskier fic #geraskier angst #geraskier modern au #geralt #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geralt angst #jaskier angst #the witcher angst #the witcher modern crime au #geraskier modern crime au #unbeta'd we die like calanthe

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All I Ask

This is ‘last night together’ for @thewitcherbog Angst Bingo card! It’s my first bingo and its quite fun so far! also thanks to @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde for the beta and validation

Pairing: Yenralt

CW: i mean. its based off All I Ask by Adele so theres that, Yennefer want’s to break the djinn magic and there’s the whole ‘unknown’ of whether or not they’ve been living a lie for decades. 

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“So it's actually possible?” Geralt’s voice sounded smaller than Yennefer had ever heard it. Even when they’d thought they’d lost their daughter, he’d kept his strength, bolstered it with anger, but this? He was helpless. And he knew they both were. 

Yennefer swallowed hard and nodded, handing Geralt the letter with directions to where and how they could lift the djinn magic that had held them so close for so many years, “It is.”

The defeat and fear was clear in Geralt’s face as he read over the letter. She knew he was scared and riddled with guilt, and to be fair, so was she, but she needed to know. Even if it broke both of their hearts, even if it only broke hers. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, wiping his hand over his face as he set the paper down. 

Biting back her anger, Yennefer kept her tone as neutral as possible, “I know.”

“No- I really am. I didn’t-”

“I know Geralt. I’ve heard your thoughts on the matter a thousand times. I still need to know. I need,” she paused to take a calming breath before she launched into another rage fueled lecture, her voice cracking as she finished her thought, “I need to know if I love you… if y-you…”

“I do.”

“You don’t know that,” She snapped, snatching the letter off the table he was sat at and pacing as she read it over for the millionth time. She’d memorized it down to the punctuation days ago, but it took twice as long to get the courage to show Geralt. The idea that he really could have loved Triss or the poor broken hearted poet sickened her, both with jealousy and guilt. In the end, she wanted her choice. She always wanted her choice. 

Geralt stood and slowly walked to her side, gently brushing her hair over her shoulder, “I love you right now. I want to love you.”

“What if I don’t? Hm? What if neither of us do? Who are we to turn to? What-” Yennefer turned away, blinking tears away as she nearly gagged on her vulnerability, “What if I never love again?”

Her words hung in the air for far too long. She could barely breathe as she fought her tears and cursed her own stubbornness. Geralt stood in silence, his hand resting on her shoulder as his thumb brushed gently back and forth over the soft fabric of her sleeves. His touch was always so calming, grounding even in her earliest memories of him. But how much of that was genuine and how much was the djinn magic coloring her perceptions?

With a deep shuddering breath she turned to him, resting her hands on his chest and letting herself lean into the comfort she found, “If this is to be our last night, at least hold me like your lover. Like I’m not just your friend. Please?”

The frown Geralt wore couldn’t disguise the want in his eyes, nor the tears or thickness to his voice when he spoke, “You think that will help? Pretending we aren’t scared?”

A tear trickled down Yennefer’s cheek as she bit her lip and nodded, “Something to remember… if…” She couldn’t say it, but Geralt knew. 

When he kissed the tear from her cheek she felt something break deep in her gut, sliding her hand up his neck to tangle in his hair for what could be the last time. Never in her life had she been so distraught by a relationship ending. Not with her most passionate flings, not with Istredd, no one. It mattered how this ended, she realized, as Geralt laid her down on what they had called their bed for years. On what could only belong to her come the morning.

#yenralt #yenralt fic #the witcher bog bingo #angst card #yenralt angst #the witcher #yennefer fic #the witcher fic #geralt fic #yennefer of vengerberg #geralt of rivia #last night together #the witcher angst fic #im so glad i had a good excuse to use an adele song #i have reached my truest form

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What Are Friends For?

My last fic for @thewitcherbog team bingo week! Prompt is OnlyFans. This is more humor than smut (sorry!) but it would make a fun universe to play in some other time, I think?

Mature, Warnings: none. 688 Words

Geraskier (pre-relationship)

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Jaskier hurries inside the door of the café, eager to get out of the cold. He looks around, spotting Lambert tucked away in the corner. He waves in greeting and then heads up to the counter to order himself something. After some very light flirting with the cute barista, he has a vanilla latte and a maple scone. He picks both up and wanders over to his friend.

“Sorry, traffic was a bit shitty,” he says as he slides into the seat across from him.

“You’re always late,” Lambert grumbles, but he grins over the edge of his cup. “I should be used to it by now. Lost in daydreams again?”

“Yeah, daydreams about this absolute Adonis I just found on OnlyFans. Built like a fucking god and has such full lips that I can’t stop thinking about them. Fucker doesn’t show his face, though. Just the mouth down. Hell, I’d pay extra to see his eyes. I bet they’re amazing,” Jaskier says, spitting crumbs of scone all over the table.

“One, you’re disgusting. Two, you’re no slouch yourself. Why are you paying for porn when you could be getting the real thing? Get yourself on some dating apps. If an ugly fucker like me can find true love, surely you can at least get laid,” Lambert tells him, a smug smirk on his face. And honestly, if Lambert can find Aiden then there might be some hope for him after all.

“I’ve been disgusting since college, and yet you’re still friends with me,” Jaskier tells him, giggling as he reaches over to brush crumbs off Lambert’s sleeve. “And you know I’m all talk and no follow-through. Who wants to date someone who’d rather be at home with their cat? Just let me get off in peace. Besides, there’s no way someone as stunning as this guy is gonna be on dating apps. Hold on, let me show you.”

He thumbs through his phone, bringing up the OnlyFans app. There’s a notification from WhiteWolf, and Jaskier clicks the new photo before even thinking about it. He ends up groaning and biting his lower lip, because he definitely shouldn’t have opened this in public. The photo is cropped, but it’s still ridiculously hot. The man has his slate gray tee in his mouth, showcasing his lean stomach and the sharp v of his hips. He has a light pink scar cutting across one pec, but somehow it adds to the allure instead of taking away from it. There’s also just enough pubes - and the very top of his dick - in the frame to be a tease, and Jaskier wishes he could scroll down and see more.

Fuck, this guy is gonna kill him.

“I mean, look at this! It’s unfair!” Jaskier blurts out, shoving his phone in Lambert’s face.

“Oh fuck, get that outta my face. Jesus Christ. Warn a guy,” Lambert scowls and jerks back like he’s been burned.

“What? He’s hot?” Jaskier asks, confused because Lambert is so gay it hurts sometimes. This shouldn’t be offensive to him.

“I just want to drink my coffee and forget that you just flashed my brother’s cock in my face. Fuck, man,” Lambert grunts and shivers, looking a bit dazed and confused.

“Your what? How can you tell?”

“I gave him that scar when we were kids. Pushed him right out of the tree fort, and he caught a branch on the way down. Besides, who else has silver pubes? Only my freak ass brother with his premature grays. Ugh. I can’t believe we’re friends,” Lambert says, laughing at this point.

“I’ve been jerking off to your brother for the past two weeks?” Jaskier asks softly, and Lambert just howls louder.

“Yeah, apparently you have. I’ll give him your number if you promise never to show me that shit again. He likes cats, by the way. I’m sure he’ll love Dandelion. Just promise me not to fight over who gets me to stand on their side at the wedding,” Lambert tells him, but Jaskier is done listening.

He stares down at his phone and wonders how this is real life.

#my fic #this amused me #geraskier #pre-relationship #just lambert and Jaskier talking #geralt x jaskier #aiden x lambert #the witcher #modern au #team bingo #the witcher bog

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Back and Forth

Spamming? Me? Yes, sorry. Got sick mid-week and lost track of my life. Here is my last fluff prompt for @thewitcherbog team bingo: stealing a kiss.

Teen, Warnings: none. 466 words.

Lambden

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“So uh...I guess maybe I’ll see you around?” Lambert asks, cupping the back of his neck as he looks somewhere over Aiden’s shoulder. He seems to be running into the cat witcher more and more lately, and he’s not entirely sure he hates it. Aiden is loud-mouthed, sneaky, and a bit of a bastard, but he also has a smile that makes Lambert forget how awful life is for awhile.

Fuck, this is confusing.

“Or we could stick together for a bit? Seems to be a lot of contracts calling for more than one of us lately. Couldn’t hurt to stay close,” Aiden points out, smirking slowly in a way that has Lambert flushing.

“Fine, but just...keep to yourself. Don’t steal anything, either. I don’t fancy being chased out of town again,” Lambert tells him, trying to stay gruff in the face of that gods-damned smile. Only there’s a hint of fang, and his knees go sort of weak.

“I make no promises,” Aiden says, chuckling as he steps closer, crowding Lambert against the trunk of the tree he’s been leaning on. His eyes flicker down to Lambert’s mouth, and he wets his lips before continuing, “though to be fair, the only thing I’ve been thinking of stealing lately is a kiss.”

“What if it’s freely given?” Lambert asks, because life is short.

“Even better,” Aiden says softly before bringing his hands up to cup Lambert’s face. He moves slowly, giving him time to change his mind, and then closes the distance between them.

Lambert’s been kissed plenty of times, but never like this; never like he mattered. Aiden kisses like he can’t get enough of him, like he’ll still be here come morning. Lambert sighs into it and brings an arm up, clutching in the front of Aiden’s shirt and pulling him closer. Aiden is somehow soft and frantic at the same time, tender and rushed, and Lambert can’t get enough of him.

They’re both panting by the time they break apart, and Lambert isn’t sure where to go from here. He’s never been kissed and wanted to stick around after the fact. Hell, he doesn’t even care if they fuck tonight. He just wants to spend time sharing space with Aiden.

“Why do they call it stealing a kiss, when it’s not something you get to keep?” Aiden asks, breaking the silence between them.

“Should be trading a kiss. You pass it back and forth,” Lambert agrees, and Aiden beams at him.

“Trade with me some more then, little wolf?” he asks, and Lambert doesn’t even have it in him to get mad over the nickname. Instead he drags Aiden into another lazy kiss, content to spend the rest of the afternoon with him under the shade of the old oak tree.

#my fic #lambden #aiden x lambert #aiden #lambert #the witcher #the witcher bog #team bingo

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Let Me Spoil You

This is my @thewitcherbog team bingo prompt for intercrural. Thank you to @kuripon for being such a lovely beta.

18+ under the cut. Warnings: None. 1,000 words.

Jaskel

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Jaskier ducks under the water, letting the warmth wash over his head and rinse away the soap.  He stays under as long as he can, moving his fingers through his hair and making sure it’s clean.  It’s gotten rather long lately, and while he loves the way Eskel tugs it when they’re caught in the moment, it’s harder to care for.  He might chop it off by spring, but for now the extra time in the hot springs is well worth it.

“Thought I’d have to dive in and save you,” Eskel says, chuckling softly while Jaskier shakes the excess water out of his hair.  “You look like a wet dog.”

“Oi!  Is that any way to treat the man who’s about to wash your hair for you?   Honestly, I get no respect around here.  Not even sure why I let you talk me into wintering here again this year,” he jokes, waving his finger at an amused Eskel.

“Rumor is you love me,” Eskel answers, and it tugs at something in the center of Jaskier’s chest.  He offers Eskel a wide smile and then breaks off in a giggle when he leans forward and nips at the finger he’d been waving at him.

“Can’t believe everything you hear,” Jaskier scoffs, but he breaks under Eskel’s scarred pout, his one fang exposed as the corner of his mouth pulls back.  “This one you can, of course.  Now get over here and let me spoil you.”

Leaning back against the stone wall, he gestures for Eskel to join him.  He does, diving under the water to wet his hair before sitting on Jaskier’s lap, looking out towards the rest of the water.  The caverns are lit by this incredible glowing moss, and Jaskier would be perfectly content to while away the afternoon down here if Eskel will let him.

First things first, though, he has a lover to pamper.

He grabs the bar of soap Eskel prefers - mint and rosemary - and works up a lather before bringing his hands to Eskel’s hair.  He takes his time, massaging his scalp while he works the suds in, making sure every strand gets covered.  Eskel lets out a soft sigh, and Jaskier hums happily as he finishes.

“You can rinse now,” he tells him, and Eskel scoots forward before dipping under the water and running his hands through his hair.  When he’s done, he turns and faces Jaskier, smirking as he shakes his head and water goes flying everywhere.  “Who’s the wet dog now?” Jaskier giggles, slapping him playfully on the shoulder.

“Figured you shouldn’t be the only one who gets to have fun,” Eskel says, chuckling as he slides close again.  For a long moment, they just smile softly at each other, content to just be here in the moment.

But then Jaskier realizes he has a lapful of wet, naked witcher, and his smile turns suggestive.  Eskel grins back before leaning in and catching his mouth in a kiss.  He doesn’t even try to keep it chaste, just moans as Eskel’s tongue slides against his and grinds his hips up against him.  He sucks on Eskel’s tongue and digs his fingers into his hips, desperately trying to get more friction on his quickly hardening cock.

“Want you,” Eskel grunts against his lips, “but it takes way too much time to get me ready for you. Fuck.”  

Jaskier thinks about the best way to do this, and while he’d love to feel Eskel’s tight heat around him, there’s no way he can hold out that long.  For all the rumors about witchers being well-endowed, Jaskier takes the prize here.  Rather annoying to be so blessed, sometimes.  He huffs and wraps a hand around them both, loving the way Eskel’s smaller prick feels against him.

“Gonna fuck your thighs, love,” Jaskier says in a moment of brilliance.  Eskel bucks into his hand and nods frantically, clearly on board.  “Turn for me?” he asks, reaching for the soap as Eskel faces away and settles his back against Jaskier’s chest. He brings the soap down, slicking up Eskel’s thighs the best he can.

Eskel kisses the side of his neck, whining deep and low as Jaskier soaps him up.  Jaskier tosses the soap back onto the edge of the springs and presses Eskel’s thick thighs together before sliding his cock between them.  He starts to thrust, and Eskel keens and just lets him move him how he wants, his large body nearly weightless in the water.

“That’s it, so good for me,” Jaskier mumbles as he bucks his hips up and holds Eskel’s thighs tighter together.  Eskel wraps an arm around his neck and clings to him, his legs shaking as Jaskier fucks him.  His prick rubs against Eskel’s balls and cock with each thrust of his hips, and soon they’re both panting and on edge.

The water swirls around them as they move together, and Jaskier can’t stop his hips from slamming up, chasing that tight slide between Eskel’s thighs.  Everything is warm and wet and he feels like he’s floating as much as Eskel is.  His fingernails dig into Eskel’s skin, and he’ll press gentle kisses to the marks they leave later on, but right now he’s lost in the frantic rush towards orgasm.

“Touch yourself,” he grunts out, and Eskel keens as he wraps a hand around his cock.  He jerks himself roughly as Jaskier slams between his thighs.  Jaskier isn’t sure how much longer he can hold out, but then Eskel cries out, his back bowing as he spills in the water, and it’s the permission he needs to let go.

Jaskier shouts Eskel’s name as he comes, his hips stuttering as he fucks his thighs through it.  He nuzzles Eskels cheek, moaning quietly as he comes down from it all.  Eskel leans back against him, and they sit there panting for a bit.  Thankfully the water washes away any traces of their pleasure.  They'll be expected for dinner, but there’s plenty of time to just laze about and cling to each other.  Jaskier means to enjoy every second of it.

#my fic #intercrural sex #thigh fucking #so much easier to spell #jaskel #jaskier x eskel #jaskier #eskel #the witcher #team bingo #the witcher bog

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Bloom

Written for the @thewitcherbog Team bingo prompt: Gardening. Working with my team members @dani-dandelino and @herostag.

Teen, Warnings: none. 700 words.

Jaskel

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Jaskier follows the footprints in the snow, crossing the courtyard from the main entrance to the keep to the small glass enclosure tucked in the corner. He hadn't noticed it at first, but Geralt promised that Eskel will be here. Apparently he spends most of his free time in the greenhouse. Shivering, he pulls his cloak tighter and hurries towards the building. Kaer Morhen had been large and intimidating when they first arrived, but the blanket of snow serves to mellow it a bit. Now it looks almost lonely against the white of winter.

Eskel looks up when he enters, a soft smile on his face that tugs at the scarred corner of his mouth and shows off his exposed canine. Jaskier prides himself on finally being allowed to see these true smiles, something he's worked hard for over the past month. He shuts the door behind him, blocking out the cold. It takes him a moment to realize that the greenhouse is sweltering, even in the middle of winter.

"Oh, it's warm in here," Jaskier says as he peels off his cloak.

"It's enchanted," Eskel mumbles, pointing up at ruins glowing brightly along the top of the walls. Jaskier spins in a circle and takes them all in, once again amazed by the ingenuity of his witchers. "One of the only things that survived the sacking. No clue how, but it keeps my babies warm all year long."

"Your babies?" Jaskier asks, utterly charmed by this man. He's been pursuing him since they arrived, but Eskel seems to be confused by it. Perhaps he's not used to the kind of easy flirting Jaskier excels at. Geralt clams up at the first sign of affection, so it would make sense his brother-in-arms would, too.

"Just, uh...I mean, the plants," Eskel says, running a hand over his scarred cheek. He shrugs and flushes a little before continuing, "I spend the most time with them, so I guess I've claimed them as my own. Everything in here can be used for either potions or cooking. I guess taking care of something gives me some kind of purpose for the winter? Vesemir takes over when I'm not here, but I like watching things grow, making things bloom."

"You're a lot like this greenhouse," Jaskier offers as he steps closer. "A bright sanctuary in the middle of an ice-cold keep." He looks up at Eskel, who seems to realize how close they are, and both men go still for a long moment before Eskel breaks the silence with a snort.

"Don't go spouting poetry at me. I'm nothing but a run down witcher," Eskel says with a soft smile. Jaskier shakes his head and reaches up, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind his ear.

"That's where you're wrong," Jaskier tells him, meaning every word of it, "you're a lot more than you realize. You're out there providing hope in a world of ruin. All of you are. And you, Eskel, you're building something beautiful in here. Sure, the plants all have their secondary purpose - potions and stews - but they're also stunning and you've made that happen. I'm constantly amazed by you."

"Oh, hush," Eskel mutters, his cheeks going red as he stares down at Jaskier, awe in his eyes. "You'll make me think there's something in those pretty words of yours."

"There is, if you'll let it," Jaskier whispers. He reaches up and cups Eskel's face in one palm, brushing his thumb across the dirt streaked cheek. He rubs against the dirt, cleaning his scarred skin as Eskel nuzzles his hand. He's so entranced that he nearly misses Eskel's next words.

"Pretty sure I'd let you do just about anything right now," Eskel says, chuckling as he gazes down at Jaskier with so much hope spread across his features that it makes Jaskier's heart ache.

"Gonna hold you to that," Jaskier tells him before standing on his tip-toes and pressing their mouths together. Eskel kisses him greedily, his plush lips taking charge as he pulls Jaskier closer.

Jaskier loses himself in the kiss, in the warmth of Eskel surrounding him in the middle of their own private oasis. He clings to Eskel, letting the kiss overwhelm him as their mouths slant together. It's easy to forget the rest of the world when they're surrounded by the heat of the greenhouse and the scent of blossoms hanging in the air.

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