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kueble · 1 year

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Blossoms

This was written for the @witcher-bows-and-arrows prompt: Romantic. It’s very silly and lighthearted, so I hope you enjoy it.

Explicit. Warnings: None. 3,100 words.

Geralt/Jaskier

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Jaskier is at his wit’s end.

How can one man - one who has been alive over a hundred years - be so gods-damned stupid? Jaskier has tried everything he can think of to woo him: providing romantic candlelit dinners, serenading him beneath the full moon, gifting armfuls of trinkets. Hell, he even rubbed chamomile oil onto his bare ass! Either Geralt is the most idiotic witcher to ever live, or he is being purposefully dense.

Jaskier decides to go back to the basics, to keep things simple. Geralt is off hunting for their dinner, so he is left alone with Roach to set up the campsite. He makes quick work of it, cutting corners here and there, and then backtracks to the field of wildflowers they walked past earlier. The sun hasn’t set yet, and the field looks gorgeous all lit up in the late afternoon sun.

He’s pretty sure artists refer to this as the golden hour, which is fitting since he’s here to gather a bouquet for his golden-eyed love. He twists the phrase around in his mind, trying to piece together a song, but nothing sounds quite right. There’s a melody behind it, though, so he ends up humming to himself while he gathers the prettiest blossoms he can find.

There was going to be a theme - reds and pinks for love - but all the different flowers look so stunning swaying with the gentle breeze that he ends up with an armful of a little bit of everything. Rather than put the bouquet together here, he makes his way back to camp. It’s a pleasant walk, especially with the fragrant blooms held against his chest.

Only a complete fool would ignore such a lovely gesture.

Geralt isn’t back yet, so he gently sets down his plunder next to his bedroll. He drags his pack over, digging through it for the rest of what he needs. It takes him a moment to find the scrap of twine he saved for this purpose, but he emerges with a triumphant shout. Roach snorts at him, so he just blows her a kiss and gets to work.

The sun starts setting as Jaskier slowly pieces together the bouquet, making sure the best flowers are showcased in the front. He ends up starting over a few times when one color clumps together, but it just makes him more determined to get this perfect. His tongue sticks out between his lips as he bends over his lap and painstakingly creates a masterpiece.

Once the twine is wrapped around the bunch of flowers, he holds it in one hand and twirls it slowly to see if it is as beautiful as he hoped. Turns out it’s even more gorgeous than planned, so he dips his head down with a grin to inhale the sweet scent of the colorful blossoms. He hears Geralt stomping back towards the campsite, so he jumps to his feet and holds the gift in front of him.

“Welcome back!” he chirps as Geralt tosses a couple of pheasants down at his feet. He grimaces and steps over them so he can stand in front of Geralt.

“What’s this?” Geralt asks, tilting his head in that adorable way he always does when humanity confuses him. Jaskier ignores the way his chest tightens at the look and presents the flowers with a dramatic little bow.

“I picked these for you, my dear. I thought a man such as yourself might appreciate the simple beauty in everyday things, since you are in fact beautiful each and every day,” Jaskier says, holding out the bouquet for Geralt to take. There’s a beat of silence and then Geralt grunts and accepts the gift.

This is it! He’s going to realize that Jaskier’s heart beats for him and him alone. Surely he’ll swoon and admit his own feelings. Jaskier looks up at him with the most earnest look he can manage only to see Geralt frowning at the gift.

“This is very helpful, but it would have been easier to sort them for potions if you had grouped them by flower,” Geralt mumbles before reaching out to pat Jaskier on the head. He straightens up, ready to shout at how absurd this all is, but Geralt is already halfway across the campsite, the lovely bundle of flowers tucked under his armpit.

Jaskier has no idea how he fell in love with such an uncaring brute of a man.

His heart hardens as he watches Geralt pluck a fat blossom from the bouquet and feed it to Roach. Clearly the feeling in his gut isn’t love but simply indigestion. With a huff, he bends down to start dressing the birds for dinner. There’s a handful of herbs in his pack that will liven things up, even if his romantic prospects are slowly dying. How is he supposed to win Geralt over if he can’t get the message through that thick skull of his?

But the night ends up as brilliant as any other. They chat while their dinner roasts, and Geralt even tells him he enjoys the new melody he’s been humming all night. They sit side by side in front of the fire, sharing stories and pheasant alike, and Jaskier knows that if this is all he manages to get from Geralt, he’ll still be a happy man right down to the end of his days.

There is a chill in the air, a promise of Summer’s end, and they lay their beds together and seek out each other’s warmth. Jaskier falls asleep with Geralt’s slow breaths tickling the nape of his neck, his head full of new plans to confess his feelings.

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“Going to ask a few questions about my contract, since everyone should be loose-lipped at this time of night, especially after your raunchy performance. I’ll be quick about it,” Geralt says, pulling Jaskier out of his bedtime routine.

“Now?” he asks a bit stupidly, because he has plans that very much involve Geralt.

“Yes, as I just explained,” Geralt says, rolling his eyes as he leaves.

Jaskier watches the door shut behind him and then throws himself back on the bed, sighing with all the dramatics of one of the maidens in his ballads. How is he supposed to casually seduce Geralt if he leaves the room. Since outright declarations of love don’t seem to be working, he figures maybe if they fuck first, he can sort it all out later. Besides, he’s been lonely ever since he realized how gone he is over the man. Brothels and adoring fans quickly lost their shine in comparison to his heart’s desire.

He realizes he’s flopping around the bed like a fish on dry land, and he sits up to glare at the empty room. Instead, he catches sight of the bouquet Geralt had so rudely shoved into his saddlebag earlier. Suddenly, he’s struck with the most brilliant idea he’s ever had, and that’s saying a lot.

Why bother being subtle when his love is ridiculously thick both in body and mind?

Jaskier strides across the room and snatches up the flowers, quickly untying the twine and tossing them in a pile at the foot of the bed. There don’t seem to be quite as many as he hoped, but he can still pull this off. Maybe he just needs to shorten his message a little? Oh! And he can use the stems as well, not just the petals.

There’s a flurry of activity as he yanks the blossoms from their stems and starts spelling out his message. He has to start over twice, not sure it’s concise enough. There can’t be any doubt to what he’s after, especially since Geralt has ignored even his most romantic of gestures. Once he’s done, he stands back and looks at the message spelled out in stems and petals.

“Jaskier, you genius,” he mutters to himself before looking down at his attire. He was halfway undressed before Geralt left, and his original thought was to put on the chemise he sleeps, but this looks much better. These trousers highlight his strong thighs, and the bow above his ass makes him look like a present ready to be unwrapped.

He’s debating the best place to seductively drape himself when the door opens again. With a squeak, he ends up perched on the edge of the bed. He braces himself with one leg out and an arm behind him and tries to appear as casually sexy as possible. Geralt shoots him a confused look before slowly stepping close enough to look at the message on the bed.

“Please fuck me?” Geralt reads aloud, flushing as he turns to face Jaskier. “Expecting someone else?”

“Oh for Melitele’s sake!” Jaskier cries out, throwing up his hands. “No! It’s for you, you idiot! You’ve ignored every single grand gesture I’ve so lovingly set at your feet, so I figured being direct might work better.”

“I…what?”

“The romantic dinners! Singing you love songs written about you! I swear I’ve read you all of the classic love poems, even the most sordid ones! And you…you sit here telling me you have no idea I’m trying to confess my undying love to you?” Jaskier rushes out, sagging back against the bed with a pout.

“You…you did all that? For me?” Geralt asks, stepping closer with his palms held up as if Jaskier is some kind of startled mare.

“I, yeah, I did,” Jaskier snorts out. He runs a hand through his hair, surely looking deranged at this point. “How did you not catch on?”

“Don’t be upset, but I tend to just…zone out when you start talking in prose?” Geralt admits, moving even closer. He kneels in front of Jaskier and smiles up at him. “Not in an offensive way, but…I don’t have a head for anything poetic. So whenever you start rambling about anything soft and sweet, I just tune out the words and focus on the sound of your voice instead? It’s very melodic. Calming. I like it.”

“Oh,” Jaskier says, not quite sure what to say. He thought Geralt had been ignoring him, and he was, but it was kind of sweet.

“I will, of course, break the habit now that I am aware of the stress I’ve caused you,” Geralt tells him before nodding at the floral message on the bedspread. “So…it seems that you care for me?”

“Geralt, you fucking idiot,” Jaskier murmurs before reaching down and yanking him into the bed. “I am so unbelievably in love with you. Apparently you’ve ignored several much prettier confessions, but hopefully that’s enough for you?”

“More than enough. If you’ll still have me?” Geralt asks softly, as if Jaskier didn’t just promise to love him to the end of his days.

“Never letting you go,” Jaskier whispers against his mouth before claiming it in a kiss.

He means to be gentle, but years of sexual tension explode around them, and he nips at Geralt’s bottom lip before licking across the seam of his lips, begging for entrance. Geralt groans into the kiss, chapped lips parting so beautifully for him, and Jaskier growls in response. He cups Geralt’s face in both hands and presses his tongue on one of his fangs, moaning at the sharp sting of it.

Geralt whines deep in his chest, and it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. It set fire to him, his body buzzing and skin burning everywhere they touch. Jaskier grabs a handful of Geralt’s ass and grinds up against him, and it’s almost overwhelming, even through layers of fabric. But he needs more, needs to feel Geralt’s pale skin, and he shoves his hands down the back of his trousers, searching for more.

“Fuck,” Geralt grunts out as he breaks the kiss to sit back on his heels and frantically tug at the bow at the small of Jaskier’s back. He lifts his hips to help, whimpering as the cold air hits his hard cock. Geralt doesn’t bother taking them all the way off, just shoves them down to Jaskier’s knees before undoing his own laces to free his prick.

Jaskier can’t help touching, using one hand to drag him into another kiss while the other wraps around Geralt’s hard length. It’s hot and heavy in his hand, and Jaskier pumps it a few times before rubbing his thumb over his slit. Pre-come leaks out, and he uses it to ease the slide as he strokes him rougher.

“Jask, wait,” Geralt chokes out, and he immediately stops and pulls his hand back.

“Second thoughts, love?” he asks, heart racing in his chest. Please don’t take this from him before it even starts.

“No, just, uh,” Geralt flushes and looks over his shoulder at the petals and stems now scattered around the bed. “Your message. Do you want me to find some oil?”

“Next time,” Jaskier says with a grin. “Right now I just need to touch you. This is perfect.” He emphasizes his words by cupping Geralt’s balls in his hand, which seems to set something loose in him.

One second he’s in control and the next he’s being pushed into the mattress as Geralt braces his hands on either side of his head and starts to roll his hips. Jaskier runs his hands down Geralt’s sides, his nails leaving satisfying red streaks as he bucks up into Geralt. They’re both leaking now, the wet mess helping as their cocks slide together.

It’s intense and sticky and absolutely fucking phenomenal.

Geralt dips down to kiss him harshly, more fangs and tongue than anything. Jaskier leans into it, chasing his tongue past his lips and trying to maintain finesse even as his world is exploding in sensations. He fails spectacularly and ends up nipping at Geralt as they pant into each other's mouths. The steady grind is quickly pushing him towards release, and it’s all he can do to grip Geralt’s narrow waist and ride it out.

Jaskier turns his head to offer up his neck, and Geralt takes the hint. He nips at the base of Jaskier’s neck before sucking gently, sure to leave a mark. The hint of fang pressing against his sensitive skin is enough to have Jaskier teetering on the edge. Then Geralt grazes his teeth over that perfect spot just below his ear, and Jaskier feels his balls pull tight.

He comes with a shout of Geralt’s name, clinging to him as he spills between their stomachs. Geralt keeps thrusting, grinding down into him even as Jaskier is coating them both with hot splashes of his seed. His whole body feels electric, his limbs shaking as he rides the high. Geralt doesn’t stop, just keeps rocking against him until he whines at how overwhelming it feels.

“Can I?” Geralt asks, kneeling up and wrapping a hand around himself. Jaskier nods, suddenly wanting nothing more than to watch Geralt come all over him. He reaches out and takes hold of Geralt's thigh, stroking his soft skin while he watches him.

He starts fucking his own fist, hips wild as he stares down at Jaskier with wild eyes. They’re almost completely black - like he’s full of potions - and Jaskier shivers as another wave of lust washes over him. His cock gives a half-hearted twitch, but he’s spent for the night. This is the best orgasm he’s had in ages, and he feels completely wrecked.

“Come on, Geralt. Want to see you come for me,” he moans, running a hand down his stomach to play with the mess pooling there. He trails his fingers through his own come and brings two up to his mouth, wetting his lips before sucking them clean.

“Fuck, Jask,” Geralt hisses out before tensing up. He spills over his own hand, hot bursts of come coating Jaskier’s already filthy stomach. He revels in it, arching his hips as Geralt continues to come. He looks gorgeous, eyes wide and lips parted as he thrusts into his own fist. It seems like he comes for ages before finally collapsing on top of Jaskier.

They’re fucking covered in come, and Jaskier couldn’t be happier.

Geralt not so gracefully slides off of him, and Jaskier rolls with him, not willing to let go just yet. They lay on their sides, just grinning at each other, and Jaskier can hardly believe this is real. It seems like he’d fallen in love years ago, and it’s so surreal to see Geralt looking back at him with affection in his eyes.

But then Geralt starts to move, and Jaskier whimpers, tangling his legs around him. Geralt snorts and gestures at the growing mess between them, but Jaskier won’t have it. It’s all too fresh, and he doesn’t want Geralt out of his arms right now.

“Leave it, just cuddle me,” Jaskier whines, pouting at him. Geralt rolls his eyes and breaks free of his hold, ignoring his poor lonely heart. He chuckles as he hops out of the bed and walks over to the basin of water on the table.

“Oh don’t give me those big doe eyes of yours. You’re completely out of your mind if you think I’m going to deal with you bitching about being sticky come morning. Besides, this just gives us a reason to dirty ourselves up again, right?” Geralt suggests as he wets down a cloth and comes back to the bed. Jaskier expects him to hand it over, but instead he gently wipes Jaskier clean before taking care of himself. He could get used to this sweeter side of his witcher.

“I should be offended by that, but I’ll forgive you since you’ve finally fallen for my many charms,” Jaskier tells him with a giggle. That earns him another eye roll, but Geralt is grinning as he slides back into bed.

“Fallen despite them,” Geralt teases, easily dodging the elbow Jaskier throws his way. He grows somber, though, looking serious before adding a soft, “I do, you know. Love you.”

“I know dear. I can feel it in the way you touch me,” Jaskier murmurs before taking his hand and lacing their fingers together. He brings their clasped hands to his lips and presses a lingering kiss to the back of Geralt’s hand. “Just don’t forget to say it out loud every so often, because the words sound amazing in your voice.”

“I’ll tell you as often as I can,” Geralt tells him, and it sounds like an oath. Jaskier lets go of his hand but tucks himself close before pulling the blanket over them. He falls asleep with the slow beat of Geralt’s heart beneath his cheek.

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kueble · 1 year

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Like a Desperate Thing

Here is an extremely late fill for the @witcher-bows-and-arrows prompt “More.” This is dedicated to @jaskierswolf who requested some thigh love. Thanks for an amazing prompt!

Explicit. Warnings: Mild breathplay, rough oral sex, Dom/sub. 1,600 words.

Geralt/Jaskier

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Once the last email is sent, Geralt closes his work laptop and stands, stretching his arms up over his head since he’s been at it for so long. He checks the clock and realizes he maybe went a little too long, but he knows Jaskier will still be right where he left him. With a smile on his face, he leaves his office and heads back to the living room.

Jaskier is indeed right where he left him, kneeling on a yoga mat in front of the couch. They’ve tried pillows, but Jaskier doesn’t like the way they make him fidget, claiming they’re too lumpy to work. Geralt reaches down and runs his hands through Jaskier’s hair, tilting his head up to meet his gaze. He’s completely naked, clasping his own wrists behind his back.

He’s absolutely perfect.

“Sorry I took so long,” Geralt apologizes, and Jaskier just beams up at him. “You didn’t move the whole time, though. Such a good boy for me. Good boys get rewarded.”

“Please sir,” Jaskier whispers, and Geralt runs his thumb over his lips. He’s painted them pink with some sort of gloss, and the look really works for him. The eyeliner is a lovely little touch as well, because it really makes his blue eyes brighter.

Jaskier darts his tongue out, lapping as the pad of his thumb, and Geralt can’t help sliding it inside. He presses down on Jaskier’s tongue, drawing a quiet moan out of him. His eyes start to go hazy, and Geralt increases the pressure, giving him something to focus on. He leaves his thumb there until Jaskier is whining and drooling around it.

“What do you want?” Geralt asks, and it takes Jaskier a moment to respond. He blinks slowly, already going under, and Geralt revels in how amazing he is at this. He was born to be on his knees like this.

“Can I suck you off?” Jaskier asks before hastily adding, “please.” They don’t use titles when they play like this, since neither of them really care for them. Jaskier’s little pleases are more than enough for him.

“Of course you can,” Geralt tells him before stepping out of his sweats and boxers. He takes his shirt off as an afterthought, wanting to keep it clean. He sits on the couch, legs spread and cock ready for his perfect little pet. Jaskier waits until he gestures him over with a wave of his hand to crawl over to him. He kneels between his legs awaiting more instructions. “Go on then,” Geralt murmurs, and Jaskier leans in.

Geralt is half hard already, and he quickly hardens the rest of the way as Jaskier wraps his slender fingers around his cock and strokes him slowly. Apparently he’s not in the mood to rush things tonight. He looks up at Geralt through his dark lashes, and Geralt brings a hand down to cup the back of his head. It’s just to hold, no real force behind it.

The first lick is tentative, just a flick of Jaskier’s tongue across the head of his cock. He moans softly before lapping up the bead of pre-come gathering there. Geralt groans when he sucks the tip into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it as he does. Jaskier’s mouth is hot and wet, and Geralt barely manages to hold himself back from thrusting into it. But no, he’ll give him his time to explore before he takes over.

Jaskier’s eyes flutter closed as he swallows Geralt down, moaning as he takes him so well. He works Geralt’s shaft with his hand, unable to fit all of him inside. Geralt knows he can deepthroat him, but he lets Jaskier draw this out. He looks gorgeous like this, lips stretched wide around Geralt’s thick cock. His lip gloss is already smearing, and Geralt knows it’s going to be completely ruined by the time they’re done.

“So good for me,” Geralt whispers, and Jaskier keens under the praise. “It’s my turn now, though. Gonna fuck this pretty little mouth of yours.” Jaskier whimpers around him, sending a shiver through him. He stills, though, giving Geralt complete control of him.

Geralt starts gentle, just a slow thrust of his hips as he holds Jaskier in place. His eyes are unfocused, and Geralt knows he’s deep in subspace right now. He looks so stunning like this, and Geralt can’t help increasing his speed, bucking his hips roughly as he buries himself to the root. Jaskier just whines and drools around him.

He is so pliant right now, just totally slack as he lets Geralt fuck his face. Geralt moves his hand from Jaskier’s cheek to the back of his head, tangling his fingers in his soft hair. He tugs sharply, and Jaskier gasps, clearly desperate for more.

Since he’d give his pretty boy damn near anything when he’s so good like this, Geralt slams his hips into him again. He holds him there, watching Jaskier bliss out as Geralt cuts off his air. He’s crying now, eyeliner smudged as fat tears fall down his cheeks. Geralt pulls back right before he hits his limit, slipping all the way out and watching as Jaskier gasps to fill his lungs.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this. Such a pretty little slut for me. You’re absolutely beautiful when you’re crying your eyeliner off,” Geralt murmurs, and Jaskier preens under the praise. He reaches down and swipes a thumb through the runny mess under his eye, and Jaskier leans into the touch. “Want me to finish in your mouth or on your face?” he asks, and Jaskier just stares up at him stupidly for a long moment.

“Face please,” he slurs out, and Geralt grins down at him.

“Good boy, using your words for me,” he whispers, making Jaskier groan again.

And then he takes himself in hand, stroking his cock quickly. He’s close already thanks to Jaskier’s clever mouth, and his orgasm builds at the base of his spine as he looks down at Jaskier’s eager gaze. His mouth is slack, tongue stuck out as he waits for Geralt to come on his face. It looks like he’s ever wanted anything more in his entire life, and that thought is what sends Geralt’s hurdling over the edge.

The first splash of come hits Jaskier on the cheek, and he moans wantonly as Geralt aims for his tongue next. He sits there with his mouth open, catching as much as he can as Geralt frantically strokes himself through his orgasm. He grunts as the last dribble falls and clings to Jaskier’s lip.

He looks like sin personified, and Geralt couldn’t love him harder if he tried.

Jaskier is shaking now, his own neglected cock red and leaking between his thighs, and Geralt knows he shouldn’t tease him any longer. Still, he can’t help reaching down and trailing his fingers through the pearly stripes painted across his cheek and sliding it into Jaskier’s mouth. He whines and sucks it clean, rocking on his knees, his hips humping the air uselessly.

Risking oversensitivity, Geralt rubs the head of his flagging cock against Jaskier’s pink lips, moaning when he swipes his tongue across it. Geralt hisses and twitches though it’s too soon to get up again. Still, he stays there until Jaskier has licked him clean, petting his head in appreciation before slumping back against the couch.

He pats his thigh and Jaskier scrambles into his lap to straddle it. His cock looks so hard it must ache, but he hovers above Geralt’s skin and waits for instructions. Geralt leans in and kisses him lazily, swallowing down each whimper that comes up until he’s sure Jaskier must be ready to burst. He pulls back with a grin and settles his hands on Jaskier’s hips, not gripping but just light enough to ground him.

“Good boys get to come,” Geralt tells him softly, dragging another whine out of him. He looks down at where Jaskier’s dick is leaking onto his hairy thigh and nods sharply. “Get yourself off, no hands, just use me.”

It’s like a switch flips, and Jaskier goes from perfectly still to humping him like a desperate thing. He buries his face in the crook of Geralt’s neck, gasping as he rocks his hips against him. He’s so wet that his cock slides easily across Geralt’s muscular thigh, and he just holds it still and lets Jaskier find his pleasure.

It doesn’t take long, and Jaskier clings to Geralt as he finds release, his fingers digging into his shoulders as he shakes in his lap. He whines, breath hitching while he grinds down into him and shoots off in bursts of hot come between them both. Geralt whispers praise into his ear, the brush of his lips against him making him whimper brokenly. Jaskier keeps rolling his hips until he’s drained and then collapses onto Geralt.

“Such a good job,” Geralt murmurs into his hair while he runs his hands up and down his sweat-slicked back. Jaskier shivers and pants against his neck, drooling on him in his fucked out state. “I’ll give you a few moments before we head to the bathroom. I’ll draw you a hot bath and get you cleaned up and fed before I tuck you into bed. So good for me, love.”

Jaskier sighs happily and melts into his embrace, practically emanating trust and affection and Geralt’s heart feels so fucking full.

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