#geraskier smut

[nezmar13]

Let me hear you, little Lark

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[eggcompany]

How can I Resist?

"Not when there was just miles of perfectly warm and snugly witcher laid out right there." Jaskier likes to play with his Witcher

Jaskier had been bedding the White Wolf for a few years now. A few Summers. But this is the first time he’s seen his witcher so... relaxed. Up in Kaer Morhen. He had met the two other witcher's and the eldest of them all earlier. But now he and Geralt were up in his room. Geralt was spread out in front of the fire in his smallclothes, he was laying on a rather impressive pile of furs. Jaskier was sat at a small table writing in his journal. He didn’t get very much done though. Not when there was just miles of perfectly warm and snugly witcher laid out right there. Geralt was nearly asleep by the time he heard the rustle of clothes being shucked off, then a very friendly bard was flopping down on his left side.

“You just looked far too perfect for me leave you be.” Jaskier said has be turned to face the older man. He started tracing his fingers over a few scars that sat on Geralt’s sternum and chest.

“’was gonna sleep.” Geralt said in a very low and soft tone.

“Oh a nap would be just lovely, dear. Do you want something to drink or anything before you rest, my love?” Jaskier sat up a bit more but a sword callused hand wrapped under him and pulled the bard down onto Geralt’s chest. Jaskier hummed and cuddled into his witcher’s chest and started to doze. Right before the bard was asleep he pressed a single kiss to whatever skin was near his face.

However that skin was apparently a sensitive spot because soon the bard felt a shiver run down Geralt’s body. He felt Geralt’s hand that wasn’t wrapped around him come and cover that spot. That interested Jaskier.

Jaskier lifted that scarred hand away and kissed that spot again with a bit more pressure. Geralt’s breath hitched a bit and he push his chest up a small bit.

“Sensitive? Oh my dear Geralt that’s just adorable.” Jaskier said as he lifted up and placed his hands on either side of his witcher’s shoulders. He lowered himself and started kissing all over Geralt’s chest.

Geralt wiggled and moved his chest away from the kisses but also pushed up toward the bard’s attack. He let out little whimpers and small “Jask” and “oh”s.

Jaskier had his fun for another few seconds and then he pulled back and looked at Geralt’s face. Pupils big and round, bottom lip being bitten, an almost blush. A blush that would be there if it could be.

Jaskier threw one of his legs over the witcher’s waist and oh. Oh that’s a lovely feeling.

“Geralt you’re harder than a rock. You really like it that much? Gods your wonderful.”

Jaskier rocked a bit back onto the hardon that was right under his ass. He could feel the heat through his pants and Geralt’s smallclothes.

Geralt turned his head and looked away. His hands flexed in the furs, as if he was nervous.

“Well, sweet Geralt, let me continue” Jaskier said so sweetly before he started sucking hickies onto Geralt’s chest and nipping and licking at his nipples. Geralt was almost thrashing under him. Moaning loudly and holding onto the bard’s hair. Jaskier simply pressed his hips down once before Geralt pulled at his hair and pulled him into a kiss.

When they pulled apart Geralt was panting a bit and looked very far away.

Jaskier bent down and kissed his nose.

“Very cute. Now let’s get you washed up and into bed, dearest.”

[0dde11eth]

Jaskier loves truffles

So geralt snuffles them out with his Witcher nose

Later on jaskier "snuffles" on geralts "truffles" as a thank you for the delicious dinner

[jaskierswolf]

Little Shop of Whorerors

A Little Shop of Horrors AU... except the plant needs come not blood. So buckle down for some shameless smut, and mind the warnings!

Ship: Geraskier (feat plant) Rating: E (in case the title didn't give it away)

CW: Monster fucking, vines, extremely dub con, overstim, dry orgasm, double penetration (sort of? Do vines count?), anal, sex pollen, altered biology (plant lube has side effects y'all), ovi.

On AO3

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Jaskier wasn’t sure when he’d become such a plant dad, but between anxiety and depression and lockdown… he’d just needed a little greenery in his life. One plant had become two which had become a whole nursery and Jaskier was getting better and better at looking after his new children. A year after he’d bought his first plant, he’d decided to move onto something a little more challenging so he toddled off to the garden centre in the hopes of finding his newest plant baby! 

He couldn’t wait. 

In his mind he was already trying to pick out the perfect name for it. His boyfriend, Geralt, would suggest Roach, but Jaskier was better than that. So far all his plants had individual names, with little name tags in each of their pots. They were named after all of his friends but he hadn’t yet found a perfect plant to be Geralt Two. Whilst he had some beautiful plants, none of them felt quite right to be named after his beloved boyfriend. 

The drive to the garden centre went by quickly, as he talked to himself about the pros and cons of starting a herb garden. By the time he grabbed a basket, he was pretty set on starting one, and maybe grabbing a monstera deliciosa… god, he was awful at making decisions…

There were just so many pretty plants and he wanted them all.

No. 

He wanted that one!

As he walked in there was a gorgeous purply, viney looking plant with reddish leaves. So colourful, so wonderful… just his. It was so small and so beautiful and urgh… he had needs! It would be his Geralt Two! And he already knew exactly where he was going to put it - above his bed on the little shelf that Geralt helped him install. Hopefully that would be okay, he would have to look up what it needed in terms of light and water… but he was sure the shelf would be okay. 

Before anyone else could swipe up Geralt Two, Jaskier pulled it from its shelf and plopped it in his basket, completely forgetting about the herbs and the bigger pots he’d come to the garden centre for. The cashier struggled to find Geralt Two on his system but eventually after talking to their supervisor, Geralt Two was officially part of the Pankratz family!

And Jaskier couldn’t be more excited. 

Now he just had to work out how to care for his new darling. 

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At first, Jaskier didn’t notice anything strange about Geralt Two. The plant seemed to be growing well enough… well not growing exactly but not dying either which was a win for a new plant that he still couldn’t identify for the life of him. Nothing he found online seemed to match but it was a fun project and there was a little spark of joy with every day that passed and his new plant was still alive. Although the real Geralt wasn’t best pleased with his namesake. Apparently it was too small and baby for Geralt’s liking, but that was fine. That just meant that if Jaskier could get the damn thing to grow then it was all his hard work! No one would be able to take that away from him. 

And then tragedy struck. 

After just a few weeks, Jaskier woke up to find Geralt Two wilting and yellow. It was a complete disaster and he felt like a failure. He tried moving the plant somewhere with more light, less light, every water level and nutritional food and treatment he could think of, but the plant didn’t get any better. The bloody thing wasn’t even root bound. The humidity hadn’t changed all that much either. There was no logical reason for the sudden change in its state. 

It was ridiculous! Jaskier even tried giving the damn thing some of his blood after he started watching Little Shop of Horrors when Valdo mentioned it offhandedly, although he’d never actually reached the end - too excited to try his newest theory!. But of course that didn’t work. Blood! What had he been thinking?

Nothing was working, and it wasn’t fucking fair. Geralt Two absolutely could not die on him.

And then, one morning, after Jaskier had nearly given up, he woke up from a rather wonderful dream about Geralt to find that one of the vines had grown almost a metre overnight and was now wrapped around his hard cock, pressed right up to the head.

He squeaked, staring down at the vine, suddenly regretting his choice in bed clothes… or lack thereof. But the vine was glowing where it touched the leaking precum. Jaskier wasn’t even aware that vines could glow. The pieces all seemed to fall into place at once, and Jaskier knew exactly what the plant needed. It wasn’t blood, but the film hadn’t been completely off the mark. 

It needed his cum. 

And strangely Jaskier was okay with that, whatever his darling child needed to grow and make Geralt proud!

So, tentatively, he reached down and stroked the tiny vine. It was long, reaching down from the shelf above his bed, but it was narrow, a weird sort of lube substance secreting from the pores. It shivered under his touch, unwrapping from Jaskier’s cock just long enough to caress Jaskier’s palm and then it went back to its meal, if one could call it that. 

Fuck it. 

He was hard and horny anyway, he might as well get off… right? 

Jaskier closed his eyes, trying to recall his dream as he began to stroke his cock, using the plant’s lube instead of the bottle he had stashed under his pillow. God, whatever was in the plant lube was fucking amazing. Maybe he could bottle the stuff… he’d make a fortune. He felt dizzy with lust, his cock aching and desperate for release already. The vine moved with his hand, much sturdier than it looked, oozing over his cock and paying special attention to the tip, absorbing any precum that leaked before it could drip onto Jaskier’s stomach. 

“Holy fuck,” Jaskier gasped, his back arching off the mattress as he hurtled towards his orgasm, but before he could cum, the vine pressed inside his cock, and he howled.

Sounding was something that he’d heard of but had never found the courage to try. The vine didn’t care as it inched deeper and deeper inside of him. The whole vine was glowing now, possibly the whole plant, but he couldn’t see and he couldn’t move, too transfixed by the tendril fucking his cock. 

It was… unbelievable. 

His hand fell away from his cock and gripped at the sheets, letting the plant fuck him as it pleased. A pathetic whine escaped him and he bit his lip. God, if Geralt could see him like this… 

“Shit!” he hissed, his other arm covering his face to hide his blush. 

It was as if he were drunk on pleasure. He cursed and swore and whimpered, not noticing as a second thin tendril creeped down from the shelf. It joined the first, wrapping around him and stroking him with feather light touches as its kin fucked into him. 

“Oh god!” The moan tore from his throat as he came, his whole body spasming as he was nearly blinded by his orgasm. 

The plant sucked every last drop of cum from him and then retreated back to the shelf, leaving Jaskier boneless on the bed, drifting off to sleep. 

When he awoke the second time, the two long vines were curled up in the pot. All the yellow spots were gone, and it was no longer wilting. It looked perfectly healthy… and it had obviously grown! 

Jaskier had done it!

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After that, masturbating and fucking Geralt Two just became part of his nightly routine. His poor boyfriend wasn’t allowed to stay over anymore, not that Jaskier had said anything so explicitly. He just… always managed to make excuses. On the now rare occasion that he stayed over at Geralt’s, Jaskier always made sure to feed Geralt Two before he went over. It left him feeling more than a little exhausted, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d fucked his actual boyfriend. 

Geralt Two was a thirsty little bastard and Jaskier could only cum so much. 

Only the more Geralt Two grew, the more he needed and Jaskier was really starting to struggle. He longed for a day when he wasn’t woken up with a vine wrapped around his cock, when he could fall asleep without being fucked out of his mind. Although maybe if the vine would actually fuck him he’d feel a lot better. His poor cock was oversensitive all of the time. 

But the plant was persistent and Jaskier wanted it to be happy. He needed it to be happy. The stupid thing had him completely smitten from the first day in the garden centre. As far as Jaskier was aware, Geralt Two was still young, definitely not nearly fully grown. It spilled over the larger pot Jaskier had given him, leaves flourishing and vines covering half his ornaments and books on the shelf.

The real Geralt thought it was ridiculous. 

Well.. the real Geralt was just sort of grumpy all the time. It wouldn’t be a surprise to anyone if he dumped Jaskier’s arse. As much as it would hurt, Jaskier understood. He’d been a shitty boyfriend recently. Hell, Geralt probably thought that Jaskier didn’t love him any more. He’d been so distant and tired all of the damn time. 

Crap. 

But there wasn’t anything Jaskier could really do about it. Geralt Two was needy, and the two original vines grew stronger and larger with each day. They were able to hold him down now. It didn’t matter if he was late for work, Jaskier had to feed the plant before he was allowed to leave. 

And he fucking hated how much he always loved it in the moment. 

Something about that lubrication it produced meant that he was really unable to protest, and within minutes he was always begging for more. He wanted to be filled up, bred, fucked beyond belief… but the closest he got to that was a vine sliding down his throat.

Afterwards though… afterwards he was just… done. 

He thought about getting rid of Geralt Two, but- 

But he couldn’t. What if he fell into someone else’s hands? 

Despite everything, Jaskier couldn’t do that. He would just have to manage Geralt and work as best as he could. Thankfully he worked with his boyfriend so it was sort of two birds and one stone. 

Only of course that meant that Geralt knew when he was late. And he was starting to be late more often than not. 

Geralt Two just didn’t give a shit, and at that moment, neither did Jaskier. 

“P-please…” he gasped in between sucking at the tendril in his mouth, lapping up the sweet elixir like a starved man. “I’ll cum for you, just fuck me! Please, please, please!” 

A thick vine just tightened around his cock, the grip almost painful. Jaskier whined and struggled against the vines wrapped around his wrists and ankles, as a tiny tendril snaked down his chest. 

“No! No, no, no… not that!” His cock was too sensitive. The touch was burning, and he couldn’t catch his breath. After two orgasms that day already, he wasn’t sure he had another one in him. 

And yet if the plant didn’t fuck his ass he felt like he might actually explode. He’d never needed anything more in his life. More than food, more than oxygen… more than- 

The door flung open. 

“Geralt!” 

Golden eyes met his as Geralt froze in the doorway, taking in the sight before him. Jaskier had never felt so vulnerable in front of his boyfriend, tied up, legs forced open, a vine around his cock… nearly in his cock, another around his neck. 

Geralt Two protested the new arrival by shoving a vine back into Jaskier’s mouth and he moaned helplessly, tears rolling down his cheek. 

“Jask, what the fuck?!” 

Unable to say anything, Jaskier just moaned again as another burst of elixir trickled down his throat and he felt himself relax into the grasp of the vines, floating happily as the smaller one pressed into his cock. It didn’t take long after that for the vine to tear another orgasm from him, glowing as it absorbed the pitiful amount of cum that spilled from him. 

He was failing his child. 

A sob caught in his throat as he fell into Geralt’s arms. He was exhausted and sore and humiliated. The last thing he’d wanted was for Geralt to see him like this, but taking his boyfriend’s house key would have really been the nail in the coffin. 

And he really didn’t want to lose Geralt. 

“Jaskier, what happened? What the fuck is that thing?” 

But before Jaskier could answer, a flower sprouted from one of the thicker vines and a cloud of pollen sprayed in Geralt’s face. Golden eyes darkened, and Geralt let out a low growl as he flipped Jaskier onto his front. 

“G-Geralt?” 

It was no use - Geralt couldn’t hear him. The plant had captured his boyfriend under its spell and Jaskier was going to pay the price. Another vine was pressed into his mouth and he let it, unable to find the will to fight. It would feel amazing with the nectar… why would he fight against that? And now Geralt was there too. He didn’t have to provide for the plant on his own anymore.

It really was just a perfect morning. 

When Geralt’s slicked fingers pressed against his hole, Jaskier felt as if he had gone to heaven. His body welcomed Geralt’s fingers, loose and stretched despite no actual prep, and Geralt cursed. 

“Fuck, Jask, you look so good,” he breathed, pumping his fingers in and out with ease and brushing up against his prostate. 

Jaskier keened and pushed back against Geralt’s fingers. It felt amazing, but it wasn’t nearly enough. The emptiness that had been plaguing him for weeks was aching at his core. More. More. More. Even with Geralt’s glorious cock, he knew he would always need more. 

“G’ralt…” he slurred, half muffled around the vine. 

Fingers dug into his hip, bruising and possessive, holding him in place. There was a ruffle of clothes, which Jaskier could only guess was Geralt stripping down, and then the blunt head of Geralt’s cock was pushing against his entrance. The usual blissful stretch was absent as Geralt sunk into him with one hard thrust, burying into Jaskier’s body as if he was meant to be there. 

“So loose, Christ, Jask… what have you been doing?”

“Needed more, plant needed more…” The reply was nonsensical but it was all Jaskier could manage as Geralt began to pound into him at a brutal pace. 

It was almost animalistic, nothing like their usual fucks. The sound of skin hitting skin echoed in the room, the squelching of lube as the plant covered them both in its slimy elixir, poisoning their minds in a cloud of lust. 

Jaskier was on fire. Every cell was burning with pleasure, his skin tingling and his throat hoarse from screaming, begging, crying. Still Geralt fucked into him, even as Jaskier came again, his cock barely leaking as he sobbed into his pillow. 

Why wasn’t it enough? 

Empty. 

Desperate. 

Burning. 

Geralt roared as he spilled into Jaskier, rutting against his arse and fucking the cum deep inside him. But Geralt Two couldn’t be fooled. Before Geralt’s cock had even started to soften, a vine had pushed in alongside it, finally filling Jaskier as he’d wanted for long. The vine wrapped around Geralt’s cock, still buried in Jaskier’s hole, teasing at his prostate as it fed. 

Jaskier had never been so happy to see the plant glow before, but he didn’t have the energy to enjoy it before he collapsed onto the bed. 

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Things got easier after that. His relationship with Geralt was back on track and between the two of them they were able to sate Geralt Two’s unquenchable thirst… well mostly. 

It was, for a time, the calm before the storm. Geralt Two grew larger and larger with every day that passed, becoming brattier and nastier the more it grew.

One day, when Jaskier and Geralt returned from work together, they found the flat trashed. Vines were everywhere, books thrown to the ground, glasses shattered on the rugs. It was like a petulant teenager that hadn’t got his way. 

Geralt and Jaskier turned to each other. 

“We need to quit work.” The words were spoken in unison and then they rushed to the bedroom, gleefully anticipating what Geralt Two had in store for them. 

It turned out the plant had rather a lot planned. Once again, the darling had shot up over night and he now emitted a soft glow even when he wasn’t feeding. Both Jaskier and Geralt were completely entranced, unable to take their eyes off of the creature. 

That was their downfall. Their clothes were shredded by a vine, far larger than any they’d seen before and they were pinned to the bed. Jaskier briefly wondered if he should be afraid, but by then just the thought of his beloved plant had his cock hard and heavy between his legs. There was no reason to suspect that this time would be any different. 

Jaskier barely had a chance to grab Geralt’s hand before the vine was penetrating him, pushing deep inside him. The elixir guided the way, sweet nectar that made all his worries go away, and he moaned wantonly. Beside him, he heard Geralt grunt and Jaskier turned to look at his boyfriend. God, it was a sight. A thick vine was fucking Geralt’s arse, just as it was Jaskier, glowing a beautiful. Geralt’s face was flushed, sweat dripping down his cheeks and his eyes were squeezed shut as he bit his lip. 

Their darling plant really did look after them ever so well. 

“Oh shit!” Jaskier whined as the vine fucked relentlessly against his prostate. 

Waves of pleasure rushed over him. Again and again and again. It was never-ending and brilliant and overwhelming. Geralt Two never fucked them like this, always too needy for their cum. The vine was thick, stretching him more than Geralt’s cock ever had, and yet it didn’t hurt. Jaskier could feel every single twist and turn of the plant as it impaled him, over and over, until he was a quivering wreck, sobbing and gripping onto Geralt’s hand so tightly that he thought he might break it. 

“G-geralt… I can’t…” 

But oh he wanted to. That was the worst part about all of this. He always wanted it. Cumming over and over again until he was dry. 

“Hnnnnng…” came Geralt’s garbled response and he pushed back onto the vine, his face pressed into the pillows. 

And then the plant pulled back before either of them could cum, smaller vines wrapped tightly around the base of their cocks, another weaving around their torsos, holding them firmly in place. 

Something was… wrong. 

Deep down, a primitive instinct yelled at Jaskier to run, but he couldn’t. Physically he was trapped and… well… he was still rather enchanted by the plant. The creature. So instead he just whined, struggling in the vines’ grip as he tried to get some sort of friction to his cock, or even try to push the vine back against his prostate. Something. Anything. He was desperate… for what he wasn’t quite sure of yet. To cum? To be stretched more and more? To sate the endless emptiness?

“P-please!”

The plant listened. Before he could protest any more, the vine penetrating him seemed to grow, widen deep inside him. He could hear the sound of squelching as more of the delicious nectar flooded inside him… and then something else. 

“I- what’s happening?”  he managed to gasp, but Geralt was just as fucked out as he was, eyes clouded over as he suckled on a vine in his mouth. 

Something moved along the thick tendril and pushed inside him. Whatever it was stayed behind as the vine moved back once more. Jaskier tried to turn his head to look at Geralt Two, but the plant pinned him down. He whimpered, closing his eyes as the vine began to thicken once more. The stretch on his rim was larger this time… blissfully so. That void inside him was finally dissipating, and he sighed, sinking into the bed, his grip on Geralt’s hand loosening. 

The second object was dropped inside him, nestling in alongside the first… and then another… and another, until Jaskier was sure he might explode. He felt so full, his stomach feeling tight underneath him. 

“J-Jask…” Geralt panted, “feels so good.”

“Yeah, fuck, Geralt.”

When it was satisfied, Geralt Two retreated back to the shelf, glowing and full of flowers, leaving Jaskier and Geralt incapacitated on the bed. 

They were left like that for two days, unable to move, to drink, to eat. Whatever the plant had dosed them with left them hollow, shells to be bred full of the egg like seeds until the young were able to break out, slithering from their holes and making their way into the world. 

And then it began again. Jaskier and Geralt were trapped in their apartment, at the mercy of the strange plant creature… fucked and bred until Geralt Two and its kin spread all over the world, taking over humanity one curious plant lover at a time. 

Really, Jaskier should have finished watching the copy of Little Shop of Horrors that Valdo had lent him… but it was far too late now. 

[gregre369]

Am I reading smutty fanfiction in the middle of a club because I didn’t take my own car? Yes. Does this make me unapproachable? Also yes. Am I going to stop no? No

[schleiereule-94]

A Bard and a Witcher – Part 2

Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier x aFab!Reader

Summary: The morning after an eventful evening spent with Geralt and Jaskier you start exactly where you stopped the night before.

Warning(s): SMUT MINORS DNI, porn w/o much plot, fingering, penetrative sex (lots of it), unprotected p in v, threesome, dirty talk (both degrading and some praise, cursing), rough sex, size kink, belly bulge, oral (m receiving), she is not talking much but enjoys being used. A very slight hint of feelings.

Author’s Note: Not beta read and not an english native, so be kind if you find mistakes. Hope you enjoy!

Part 1 here

You fell asleep quickly after the two men had tucked you under the covers. Your body feeling limp and warm, you happily drifted off into dreamland. You only wake up hours later, when a sunray hits your forehead. You squint your eyes open, still feeling dozy and at first you don’t know exactly where you are. A bulky figure lays in front of you, blocking out most of the sun. Yellow eyes watch you intently. And they immediately bring back the memories from last night. You also register a body pressed into you from behind and an arm around your waist. Jaskier’s breath is deep and regular at your neck, he is still asleep. 

When the witcher realises you are awake a small smile lightens up his features. He extends his arm to put a string of hair that has fallen into your face behind your ear and rest his hand gently on your cheek. It is warm and big, extending from your jaw up to your temple. “Morning darling. How are you feeling?” he asks quietly. He is very close and even though his eyes and gestures are very soft and relaxed you are still intimidated. “I’m…, I’m great actually”. You sound sleepy and your voice is hoarse. From taking too much cock down your throat probably, your brain provides a reason. The thought makes you grin and a slight shiver of excitation runs down your body. The witcher is still looking at you. “You are very pretty” he states softly and his hand travels from your face down to your shoulders. He slowly slides down your arm, taking the blanket off your upper body and leaving behind a trace of goosebumps. You hum under his gaze and get more awake by the second. As he uncovers your bare breasts you try to cover yourself up by reflex, but he catches your hands and decisively puts them back down. “Relax”. You feel your cheeks redden a bit, but you loosen up. The witcher leans in closer, your faces just centimetres apart. You feel his breath on your skin and shudder slightly. You feel like you are laying next to a big wild wolf. He’s tranquil for now, but you know he could devour you any second. “What is your name”, he asks while interlacing his fingers in some strands of your hair. “Y/n”, you say, mouth dry and hypnotised by the yellow eyes examining your face. You feel like he sees directly into your soul. 

Geralt leans forward over your head and inhales deeply in your hair. “Mhh you smell as delicious as you taste sweet girl”. His eyes have a faint animalistic glint to them when he turns them back to you. You don’t know what to say. He looks so perfect, the sun lighting up his white hair. Mesmerized, and before you think more about it, you grab a strand and let it slide through your fingers. It feels like silk. Geralt looks amused. “I’ve never met a man like you”, you tell him without looking into his eyes. His broad chest is lightly covered in hair, adorned with his witcher medallion. You feel the urge to touch him, feel his heart beating to make sure he is real. He looks more like an angel in the morning sun, even though you are very aware that he is everything but. “They say that witchers can’t feel anything. That you don’t have emotions.” You shyly look back up into his face, looking for an answer. “Do you believe them?” he asks. You hesitate. “I don’t know.” You lean forward and rest your hand on Geralt’s hot chest feeling it rise and fall. He lets you caress him, watching your hand wander up to his collarbone and down his muscular arms. You trace a vein on his bicep. “I want to find out” you whisper. 

Geralt puts his hand under your chin, lifting you head up. For a moment you are trapped in his gaze, but you free yourself by closing the short distance and kissing his perfect lips. He tastes of wood and danger, deep and bittersweet. His teeth brush your lower lip and his tongue licks into your mouth, slowly but determined. Suddenly you don’t feel relaxed and cosy anymore, but restless and turned on. His hand comes up behind your head to hold you onto the deepening kiss. He has you breathless in no time and you moan softly into Gerald’s mouth. 

As you pull back to catch your breath, Jaskier, woken up from the stirring next to him, nuzzles his head into your neck. “Good morning sweetheart” he hums into your ear. “Can I get a good morning kiss too?”  You smile and turn your head to kiss the bards much finer lips. He tastes like wine and smoke, light and fun. You can feel his naked body pressed into your curves and his morning hard-on on your lower back. You grind your hips back into him. “Morning bard. Had sweet dreams about me?” you tease him. Jaskier chuckles. “You really want to start over where we stopped yesterday, hm”. His hand wanders from your hip where he had placed it, upwards to grab one of your boobs. “Mh so warm and cosy” he mutters. He looks over to Geralt who is still laying on his side silently watching the two of you. “Mind if I interrupt your make-out session?” Geralt makes an assertive gesture with his head. “Go ahead.” His voice has dropped, and heat is radiating from his body, you feel like bathing in it. “You look at me”, he orders you and takes your chin between two of his fingers. Naturally, you nod your head at the commanding tone.

All your senses are absorbed by Gerald’s yellow eyes and Jaskier’s talented fingers massaging and lightly twisting your sensitive nipples. You feel them hardening under his touch and start to pant, your mouth agape. The tingly feeling of arousal travels down your body and directly into your core. You feel wetness starting to pool between your legs and you wiggle your hips again into Jaskier’s cock, hot and flush against your lower back. The bard starts to move downwards, head nested at your neck, kissing and licking stripes up to your ear that make you shiver. Geralt’s eyes are fixed on the goosebumps appearing all over your skin. Jaskier pushes against your butt, and you angle your pelvis back so the head of his hot cock enters between your legs. With a light thrust Jaskier slips between your thighs that are slick from sweat and your excitation. “Mh look at you, all wet for us again” he licks at a very sensitive spot behind your ear making you shudder and your breath hitch. You close your eyes, but Gerald makes you open them again quickly. “I said, look at me” he growls, while yanking the blanket off your body completely. The cold air hits your sensitive skin and you suddenly feel very exposed. Jaskier is lazily thrusting between your thighs, holding your breasts in both hands. You can hear him panting and purring sweet praises into your ear. “Such a beautiful girl, could play with you all morning, baby.” He pinches your nipples and the pain shoots directly between your legs. You need friction, but Jaskier’s thrusts are just missing the one spot where you need it most. You clench your thighs together, which makes the bard hiss, but it is not really helping you. You look up at Gerald. “Please” you beg him. “Please what sweetheart? Do you need help?” The witcher has not moved from his sideways position from where he is studying your every move, all expressions, all your sounds. “Yes, please sir, I need to be touched”. “Where do you need to be touched, little lady?” He puts his big hot hand square on your lower belly, slowly travelling over your navel down towards the spot between your legs where the head of Jaskier’s red and swollen cock appears rhythmically. “Yes, down, please” you breath weakly. The witcher extends his long middle finger, caressing over the little curly hairs covering your vulva. He is agonizingly slow, enjoying the pained and eager expressions crossing your face. Finally, he enters between your folds, rubbing lightly over your most sensitive spot. “Here? Do you need to be touched here?” “Yes, ah yes sir” you moan between your teeth. Geralt looks deeply into your eyes as he starts drawing little circles on your clit. Your breath hitches, your chest rising and falling fast. The combination of Jaskier’s hot dick pulsating between your legs, fingers playing with your nipples and Gerald’s warm hand on your lower belly, massaging just the right spot between your clenched thighs, all under his watchful gaze, turns you on immensely. You start bucking your hips into Gerald’s hand, needing more friction, more pressure. 

“Let me have her”, Jaskier pants and grabs at your hipbone, dragging your ass backwards and changing the angle between your bodies. And with one quick thrust he is in you. The feeling of fullness is so sudden that you cry out loud. The bard pulls out almost completely just to slam back into you. Your moans mix with the slapping sound of naked bodies meeting with force. Geralt’s hand is still there on your clit, pressing down and drawing ever faster circles. The pressure on your bladder makes you feel like peeing. “I am, I am going to come” you announce just moments before your belly convulses and you clench your eyes close, seeing stars. You hear Jaskier gasp as he fucks you through your orgasm, hitting this sweet spot deep inside you with perfect accuracy. You moan and let the fire rip though you.

Two fingers on your jaw bring you back down to earth. Jaskier’s hand digs into your hips and your body is shaken every time he enters your soaked pussy. Gerald is staring at you, his own arousal now clearly visible in his face, lips tight and pupils blown. “Open your mouth” he commands and you follow obediently. With his middle finger he spreads your own juices on your lower lip before entering your mouth. “Now suck”. You do as your told, without taking your eyes away from his, seeing his gaze darken as you lick around his fingertip.

Your body is still rocked back and forth as Jaskier is chasing his own release. “Hold her still” he asks of his friend. Gerald withdraws his finger from your mouth with a plop to grip your hips in a stronghold as his friend starts pounding for good. You close your eyes and just give yourself to the feeling of being opened up again and again until you hear Jaskier start to breath irregularly and feel him twitch inside you. You try to grind your hips deeper into him, but Gerald’s grip on you makes any movement impossible. Every single one of his fingers will leave a bruise in your flesh. He is staring at your trembling breasts with heat in his eyes. Jaskier enters you one, two, three more times before he stalls, pelvis flush with your ass, and with a guttural grunt you feel his balls empty themselves. It feels so dirty and arousing at the same time, you moan loudly. After a few moments Jaskier collapses next to you, his now half-hard dick slipping out of you with an almost obscene squelching sound. You hiss from the loss as semen runs down your thigh. 

You are aware how Geralt is looking at you, his gaze burning your skin. “You like this, hm, getting fucked by this bard? Getting pounded properly?” “Yes”, you mutter, “like to be fucked by good dick.” You grin at him. “I can take some more.” “Is that right? You haven’t had enough yet?” In an instant Geralt is on top of you, weighing you down heavily and taking the air out of your lungs. You try to touch his bare chest but he pins both your hands down at your sides before licking a strip from your throat up to your ear. You can feel his huge bulge and try to buck your hips up into him. Fuck, you want him so badly. Geralt moves his mouth down to your breasts and takes one of your pesky nipples between his teeth. You cry out, the sensation almost too much. The witcher brings up a knee between your legs. His thigh presses into your mound as he grinds into you. The juices coming out of you soak through his thin clothing. “Dirty little whore hasn’t even dried up and already wants to fuck again” Geralt mutters, sending shivers down your spine. He sits up onto his knees and looks over you. The wild wolf is ready to devour you now. 

Geralt kneels between your legs, clearly enjoying the view of you squirming under him. With one of his long fingers he catches a stream of Jaskiers semen slowly dripping out of your cunt. He looks at it closely, then holds it in front of your face. “Taste”. You stick out your tongue to lick the glistening white from his finger. It tastes salty and tangy. “Good girl” the witcher growls and finally moves to undo his pants. As he shoves them down his thighs his erect member springs free, big and prodding. Precum has gathered on the tip and long veins run along it. You want to trace them with your tongue. Your mouth feels dry and your stomach flutters from anticipation. Geralt lowers himself down and very slowly drags his member through your wet folds. “Mh please, Geralt” you try to entice him. But he just lubes up his dick and sits up again. He starts pumping himself lazily with one hand while eyeing you from above. You are so turned on, your skin feels like it is set on fire and it takes all your resolve to not grab at the witcher to try to pull him down towards him.

Jaskier, who had been recovering on the other side of the bed has turned his attention to the action again. “Get behind her” the witcher says over your head in his direction. A naked Jaskier climbs behind you, his hair still moist from sweat, with a grin on his face. Your head comes to rest on his chest as he sits against the bedframe. The bard immediately takes both of your breasts into his hands. Grabbing from below he brings them up to squeeze them together. “Such fantastic tits, m’lady” he whispers into your ear and kisses your neck. You cannot respond as your mind is caught up in watching Gerlat slowly fucking into his big hand while his dick somehow grows even larger and redder. Your pussy clenches in anticipation. “Please” you try your best puppy eyes on him, “I need to feel you inside. Need to be stretched and used. I need you to use me”. Your begging seems strike a cord in the witcher. Gerald leaps down onto both of you, grips your ankles and puts them up onto his shoulders, your lower back now elevated and just Jaskier holding you in place. Geralt’s pulsating member prods at your entrance. “I will show you what a perfect toy you are, whore” the witcher growls and finally, finally enters you. He still doesn’t slam, but it’s forcible enough for you to feel an almost painful stretch. Your mind goes blank, and you only realize that you have been crying out as you gasp for air. 

You are pressed into the bards torso as Geralt truly starts pounding into you. You hear him grunting and his face has lost any semblance of being human. He more than ever looks like a wild, furious animal. He grabs one of your wrists and pushes your palm onto your lower belly. “Do you feel me filling you up? Hmm, feel how I fill you all the way to your gut” “Yes sir, I can feel you” you answer weakly. Geralt grunts and presses your hand down hard onto where your belly bulges as he slides in and out of you. You wine from the extra stimulation, your head is spinning ever faster. You feel Jaskier’s hardening cock against your backside while the witcher is over you fucking the air out of your lungs. Jaskier snakes his hand down your body and finds your clit. Your whines become ever louder as the searing heat starts building in you. You come within seconds, crying out loudly. Your stomach visibly clenches, your whole body shakes as the fire spreads from your lower belly into every corner of your being. You feel your pussy flooding and it washing over Geralts cock and drip down over your ass. Sweat makes your body glide against the one below you as you are rocked up and down by Geralts thrusts. Jaskier is desperately rutting up into you while holding you tight against his frame. You see stars and your ears are ringing when you feel first Jaskier and then Geralt finding their releases. Hot cum shoots both into and onto you. Jaskier moans into your ear and you can feel Gerald’s cock twitching inside you as he empties himself into you. The aftershock spasms in your lower belly make you moan his name for what feels like an eternity. 

Your back is wet and sticky, but you couldn’t care less. Jaskier holds you in a tight but soft embrace while your breath and heart rate are coming down to normal. Geralt has collapsed forward above you, but is holding himself up on his arms, head down and white hair spreading around your midsection. His cock is still inside you, softening slowly. Nobody moves, only heavy breathing can be heard for a while. You never want to move again.

Geralt lifts his head to look into your eyes asking a silent question. You smile weakly back at him. Yes, you are ok. In fact you are great. Just perfect. Afterglow spasms of the hardest orgasm of your life are still running through your body. You clench down onto Geralt and he glides out of you. You hiss at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Geralt cups your face and leans forward to kiss your forehead. “Well done little lady”. You heart and body are warm and a big wide, drunken smile is plastered over your face. 

Jaskier stirs below you and you slide down his right side. “I guess these bedsheets are ruined anyway” the bard states as he starts to dry his chest and belly off all the fluids that made their way between your bodies using the blanket. It takes another 5min of you colleting yourself before you sit up onto the bedside. A half-clothed Geralt helps you up on shaky legs to walk you to the fire where the men had put a pot of water to heat. They help you clean yourself with a hot towel. You smile at them. It is nice being cared for so gently. Geralt caresses your hair and cheeks. His sweet gesture at odds with the intimidating armour and sword he is putting on. “Thank you” he says finally after he made sure you were string enough to stand on your own again. “We have to leave now, heading up north. But we might come back in a few weeks.” You grasp his strong arm. “I will make sure to get word of your arrival” you say leaning your head into Geralt’s big palm. Jaskier, hugs you from behind. “We wouldn’t want to miss you!” He places a big hearty kiss on your cheek. “I might compose a song about you!” With this he lifts up the packed bags and makes his way downstairs to saddle the horses. 

Geralt still kneels before you. His thumb caresses over your lips as he gets up. He places a kiss on your hair. As he turns around to leave you hold his arm back. “You know, I think they are wrong.” Geralt turns his head with a questioning face. “I think witchers do have feelings. At least one does.” Geralt nods slowly, turns around and leaves with what you think might be a little smile.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 13

How was Jaskier supposed to know that the lovely woman he spent the night with had a husband? Let alone a husband in a big scary poacher gang? So Jaskier is hauling ass through the forest, only to get his leg caught in a beartrap. He faceplants (very daintily, prettily, and most certainly not with an embarrassing wail, thank you very much) and begins sobbing with the pain. Not to mention his cheap lute breaking into splinters. Great. Just great. What a LOVELY day he's having! A pure white werewolf with bright golden eyes suddenly prowls out of the bushes, growling at him, and Jaskier decides that today really is his worst day. No matter how majestic the beast is, this is cearly the end of Jaskier the bard. He sobs and begs to live, apologizing profusely, and the last thing he sees is the monstrous snout getting closer. Geralt, the werewolf, is stalking for food for his pack, only to come across one of those humans in their own traps. Except... This human isn't one of them. He's wearing brightly colored delicate clothing, and wasn't familiar with where their traps were. It's an innocent human. One that smells very nice, under all the stench of blood and fear. Wolf!Geralt creeps closer, and pries open the trap, intending on releasing the human back into the wild, but it just kind of stares at him in horror before passing out. Hm. Well, it appears it needs more care than he initially thought. So imagine the other witcher's surprise when he doesn't bring food back to the pack, but instead brings a human to patch up. The moon dips out of the sky, they all turn back into their witcher-human forms, and now they're all SCRAMBLING over what they're meant to do!? HOW DO YOU CARE FOR A HUMAN AGAIN??? FUCK- I DON'T KNOW! Geralt stop petting him, he doesn't like that, he's human, not a wolf! What do you mean he likes it? Oh shit- EVERYONE QUICK PET HIM! No wait- He doesn't like it any more- One at a time pet him! And uh- Fuck- What do normal people eat!?

♡!Optional addons!♡ • (ORIGINALLY A TAG) Is Aiden a werecat or also a werewolf? And if he is a werewolf (and/or a werecat I suppose), perhaps he's from a rival pack (against his will) and needs to be rescued by Lambert as a sideplot • Maybe the poachers find poor trapped Jaskier and Geralt has to fight them off first, or perhaps they come back later, intent on killing the White Wolf • Perhaps Geralt turns Jaskier into a werewolf (Either with his consent or without his consent ONLY if he has to do it to save his life, we don't fuck with forced bonds here, people)

[readingnreccing]

Geralt Discovers His Prostate by Bourneblack

the witcher | explicit | 9k | geraskier | complete | porn with feelings 

“A prostitute put a finger up my ass,” Geralt says. Jaskier’s brain stutters to a stop, the swiftly begins anew. “That is… quite the mental image. How was, uh, that?” “It felt good.” OR Geralt learns Jaskier sometimes has sex with men, and can't stop thinking about the process. Also, drowners covered in sewage water.

Geralt hears that Jaskier also has sex with men. And gets curious. How does it actually work? How can it be pleasurable? So he does what needs to be done and decide to ask a prostitute about it, and like the title says, discovers his prostate. But that doesn't feel like it's enough, because it's Jaskier! So, it's actually super sweet in a Geralt kind of way, Geralt and Jaskier talk. And the smut is super hot!

Author’s tags: Sexuality Crisis, Mutual Pining, Feelings Realization, Kink Discovery, power bottom geralt, Bottom Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Service Top Jaskier | Dandelion, Humor, Fluff, Smut, Sits somewhere in the show canon, but idk where, Geralt discovers his prostate, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Has Feelings, Jaskier | Dandelion is kinda along for the ride, Jaskier | Dandelion Loves Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, unbeta'd we die like mne, Jaskier just wants to braid his Witcher's hair

Remember to leave feedback to the author! <3   @bourneblack

[sandinthepipes]

Ao3 you either give me a filtering system in my history, or an option to get the history page to be infinite scrolling, because I need to find that one fic I read between February and March of last year

[nezmar13]

Hold on Tightly

Geralt x Jaskier FANART

Some nights Jaskier pushes Geralt back, silences his protests with a searing kiss and then just leans back, taking all of the witcher´s length in him.

NSFW FULL PICTURE LINK HERE

[eggcompany]

A Tight feeling in the chest

Geralt lactates because of a potion he took. Jaskier helps.

“Geralt dear you look a bit red, well as red as you can get my Snow White dove, are you feeling well?”

They were settling into camp after a long day of traveling. Geralt did look a bit off. He hadn’t felt very well after his kikimora hunt a few days ago but he had taken something that Jaskier couldn’t even pronounce but it made him feel better.

“Are you sick still from your potions from earlier this week?” Jaskier said and placed his hand on the Witcher’s shoulder. Geralt grumbled.

“Chest hurts.” Geralt didn’t care to talk at the moment. His skin felt far too tight and he could feel his chest being so... full.

It always happened when he took a certain decoction. Lactation was rare in men but more common in Witchers.

“Do you have a wound or muscle aches... Geralt, do you have an infection? You look swelled?” Jaskier looked at his Witcher’s chest as it was pushed out.

“Decoction makes me lactate. Hurts until it goes away or um gets out. It takes three days for it to go down. My chest will just be tender and sore. Don’t worry it always happens.” Geralt said but didn’t pull away. No he didn’t expect Jaskier to wanna... get the milk out. But he definitely didn’t wanna have to wait three days. He always tried to milk himself but it never did anything.

“Oh poor thing! Let me help! I'd love to help you but only if you’d like me too. Do you want me to help you?” Jaskier said and placed one hand of Geralt’s jaw and the other in the center of the older man's chest, away from his nipples.

“Yes please, thank you.” Geralt said with a sigh of relief.

Jaskier led them to his bedroll because it was much softer.

“How about we scoot this and stack up my pillows so you can just. Recline yes. And I can just be beside you. How’s that sound?” Jaskier had talked his way through him pulling his bedroll in front of a tree. Geralt soon laid with his back against the tree and Jaskier sat on his left.

“Can I feel for a moment? I’ll be gentle, I’m sure you're sensitive my dear.” Jaskier placed his hands on Geralt’s scarred forearms and waited for the Witcher to answer. “That’s, that’s fine. Just be careful they really hurt...” Geralt looked almost nervous.

Jaskier slowly and lightly placed his right hand on the very top of the other man's pec. He gently brought his hand down and around the bottom and up to almost his nipple.

Geralt let out a shaky breath.

“Okay? Tell me if you need anything at all. Understand? I’ll be down right angry with you if you don’t!” Jaskier said firmly.

“Oh-okay.” Geralt said and Jaskier nodded.

The bard circled his finger around the swollen and puffy nipple in front of him. He instantly felt the tension under his hand. It probably hurt so bad...

“Poor baby, don’t worry I’ll get all the annoying milk right out.” Before Geralt could answer or say anything at all he was letting out an absolute whimper. Jaskier had gently brought his lips around Geralt’s nipple and gave a soft suck. The bard’s mouth filled with warm milk, it was almost sweet. The taste wasn’t great but it wasn’t off putting.

As Jaskier lost himself in sucking the milk out of his- oh gods he was sucking The White Wolf, Geralt of Rivia, the Witcher’s tits. And he was loving it. He calmed and it was almost therapeutic or like meditation.

Geralt was relaxing and letting out low moans.

“Do the other one. Please Jaskier please suck the other one. Gods it feels good. Thank you.” Geralt sounded wrecked. Jaskier always being one to please switched sides.

But he had to reach over Geralt’s chest with his entire body so he swung his leg over to straddle the Witcher.

Geralt placed his hand on Jaskier’s head. Not pushing or anything just holding.

Soon enough Geralt was nodding off. Jaskier continued his work until there was no more milk in either of Geralt’s breasts.

Jaskier pulled Geralt until he was laying flat on the bedroll and cuddled up behind him. Stomach full of warm milk Jaskier almost automatically fell asleep.

“Thank you Jask.”

[hannibard]

Would anyone be interested in a fic where Geralt is in a constant bad mood bc he's very sexually frustrated but can't get laid bc his body only wants Jaskier (who has no idea and the fic is in his pov)?

[seidenbros]

Hello you lovely people. 💚 I can't believe that there's really 1.5 k of you following me and I feel so honoured and blessed because I got to meet so many wonderful people. Of course, something like that calls for a celebration. The celebration will run until February 5th 2023 because that's my birthday, and I think that's a good date to stop that. Instead of writing myself, I'm going to give you a list of prompts (SFW, NSFW and scenarios). Just send me an ask telling my which prompt you want to do (you can combine them AND they can be done by multiple people) and which pairing you want to write it for (The Witcher and Stranger Things, any pairing you want). I'll read all of them, reblog them, and compile a list at the end to get them all together. When you post it, please tag me and tag it with #staffis 1.5 k celebration Among all those who reblog this post and who help spread the word, I will give away five sets (maybe more, we'll see) of stickers, and among those who write for this, I will give away 3 handpainted bags with the Hellfire Club Logo and little Eddie on the other side.

Gonna put the prompts below the cut, because otherwise, it wil probably be way too long. If you have any questions, my askbox is open. This is a way to celebrate, as well as spreading some love for other writers 💚💚

Lyric Prompts

“Every time that we meet I skip a heartbeat.” (Heartbeat - Scouting for Girls)

“I will always be right here to hold your hand.” (The Little Things - Keywest)

“Cause I need you so much, I can’t lose you.” (Hole in My Heart - Luke Friend)

“I’m not perfect, but I keep trying!” (Perfect - Hedley)

“Sometimes you make me a better person, sometimes you bring out the worst.” (Little Too Much - Natasha Beddingfield)

“If you wanna fight, I’ll stand right beside you!” (The Heart Never Lies - McFly)

“You have stolen my heart.” (Stolen - Dashboard Confessional)

“Let’s compare scars, I’ll tell you whose is worse.” (Swing Life Away - Rise Against)

“If I can’t have you right now, I’ll wait dear.” (Patience- Guns n’  Roses)

“I love you till the end of time. Come what may!” (Come What May - Moulin Rouge OST)

“For the person 15-year-old me would be proud to have known.” (Battle Cries - The Amazing Devil)

“Baby, you’re all that I need.” (Bed of Roses - Bon Jovi)

“I know there’s someone out there feeling just like I feel.” (Handwritten - The Gaslight Anthem)

“You’re the only one I see, love, and that’s the one thing that won’t change.” (Never Stop - SafetySuit)

“I love her because she moves in her own way.” (She Moves in Her Own Way - The Kooks)

“Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer.” (Thunder - Boys Like Girls)

“I know it’s late, but I had to get out and… somehow I ended up at your door.”

SFW Prompts

“Of course I came for you. I will always be there for you, no matter what!”

“I’m sorry… I didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“Where does all the blood come from? Are you hurt? Wait… This isn’t your blood!”

“Oh God, what on earth have you done now?”

“I am so in love with you and it hurts like hell that you don’t even notice!”

“I hate to ask this of you, but can you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?”

“You have no idea how much I want to choke you right now!” “Ohh kinky.” “Not like that!”

“You know, a hug can be like medicine and make some of the pain go away. Wanna try?”

“Will you please, please just kiss me now?”

“I’ll kick his ass, if you want me to. No problem at all!”

“Is it okay, if we just lie down and watch a movie? I’m not feeling so good.”

“The frosting goes on the cupcakes! You’re not supposed to eat it just like that!”

“I just want to be alone, is that so hard to understand?”

“It breaks my heart to see you like this!”

“Even after everything we’ve been through, I’d still choose you. I will always choose you!”

“Scoot over, I’m gonna get in bed with you. You need some cuddles.”

“It’s alright! It was just a dream, you’re safe here. Tell me all about it so I can fix it, hm?”

“I know it’s not the best, but-” “I love it!”

“I really wish I was enough for you, but that’s never gonna happen.”

“Well then, who do you like?” “Oh, maybe the person I talk to all the time, the person I talk to every fucking day!” “You talk to me every day.” “Yeah…” “Oh!”

NSFW Prompts

“How about you put these lips to work instead of just talking all the time?”

“Will you stop talking, or do I have to make you shut up?”

“Don’t hide from me. Let me see you!”

“I need to feel you… Now!”

“I had a dream about you last night. Woke up hard/wet. Wanna hear about it?”

“Are you gonna be a good girl/boy for me?”

“Care to elaborate why you are going through my drawer and what you’re planning to do with that vibrator?”

“Now, now, don’t play shy now. Let me hear you!”

“You taste like heaven, and I can’t get enough.”

“Stop wiggling around, I’m trying to sleep! Wait… what’s tha… oh!”

“Fuck… just… right there! That feels so good!”

“Feel what you’re doing to me? That’s all because of you!”

“Take off your clothes. Slowly. I want to watch you.”

“I know you said no marks… But what if I put them where nobody except for me will see them?”

“You act all innocent and look so sweet, but I know what a dirty mind you really have.”

“We have to be quiet. If you make a sound, I’ll have to stop!”

“You tell me to stop teasing you, yet you moan all the time.”

“When I tell you to sit on my face, I want you to sit, is that clear?”

“Oh no, don’t stop on my account. I’m really enjoying the view.”

“I don’t like being told what to do, unless I’m naked. So can we move that to the bedroom?”

“Can I watch you?”

Scenarios

A is talking on the phone to someone, while B comes up behind A and successfully distracts A with kisses to the neck, making A end the call early.

Baking together for the first time, which ends with flour and other ingredients where they don’t belong, and lots of laughter.

Lying in each others arms after having sex, while A finally confesses their feelings, and B falls asleep before they can even hear it.

Tracing your fingers over your lover’s freckles or even connecting them with a pen while they are asleep.

Sitting in silence watching the stars, hands inching closer, until they finally interlace their fingers, smiling to themselves.

Giving your crush your scarf and your gloves in cold weather, because you want to keep them warm.

Waking up to your lover pressed against your back, already awake, but they don’t want to get up just yet.

Coming home to find your lover made a pillow fort, ordered pizza and already got a movie set up for you to watch in that fort.

Going to a family wedding with your best friend, who you introduced as you boy-/girlfriend so that your family doesn’t try to set you up with someone - that means you’ll also share a bed for the night.

Coming home to smoke in the kitchen, because your lover wanted to make a cake for you, but is an absolute disaster in the kitchen.

Teaching your crush how to dance, because they want to know the basics for an event, which ends in lots of body contact, beating hearts, and an invitation to be their date for said event.

Being on the phone with your lover and they tell you “I love you” for the first time before hanging up, which makes for a very interesting next meeting.

Being at a loss for words, not able to express how you feel, so you just pull the other one close and kiss them instead. Actions speak louder than words.

Making it through a family dinner or some other event to come home and help each other out of these clothes. Unzipping a dress, unbuttoning a shirt with lots of soft touches and kisses that turn carnal at one point.

You come home drunk from a party, and your partner takes care of you, makes sure you get to bed safe, have enough water, and you tell them that you appreciate it, but there’s this wonderful person, who already has your heart, so you have to behave.

Going for a drive in the middle of the night, because you both can’t sleep, listening to your favourite songs and singing along, trying to be louder than the other one.

Surprising your loved one with recreating your first date, asking them if they remember all of that.

Scars tell the story of where we’ve been, they are a part of us, and you show that to your loved one with kissing all of their scars.

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[jaskierswolf]

Written for @thepassifloradiscord team bingo! The prompt was voyeurism.

Rated E Geraskier (feat Ace Geralt)

[bitterlybisexualbard]

Easy

(Also available on AO3)

They slip into the hot spring with varying volumes of moans, overworked muscles hitting the hot water and flooding in painful bliss. Geralt hears Jaskier's low hiss as the water stings his hands, grazed from all the scrambling around under tables.

Jaskier's eyes slip closed as soon as he finds a ledge to rest his head against. "I think I live here now."

"Steam'd do no good to your lute."

"Don't have one anymore, anyway."

Geralt winces.

Jaskier opens his eyes as though he heard it somehow. "Oh, don't pull that face. She was a beautiful instrument with great sentimental value, but she served me well through two decades of daily playing. I was lucky to keep her as long as I did. Besides, you hate my playing."

Geralt grumbles but doesn't argue.

"So," Jaskier asks as he reaches for the soap Geralt readied. "Where to now for the white wolf and his lion cub?"

Geralt pulls a face at the names, though it's subtle enough Jaskier probably won't pick up on it.

Jaskier chuckles to himself.

Or perhaps he did pick up on it. Jaskier's always been a lot better at that than he should be considering how much of their interactions are Jaskier himself being loud and self-involved. He shouldn't have time or attention to spare to pick up on the small tells that Geralt lets slip. Geralt shrugs. "Don't know. Haven't decided."

"Mmm," Jaskier hums thoughtfully. "Must be hard to think about leaving after everything."

Geralt doesn't answer. He doesn't have to.

"If Rience hadn't been here once already, then I suppose you'd probably just stay," Jaskier continues, as he often does when Geralt is in no mood for talking. Which is most of the time.

Geralt has no idea who told Jaskier the fire mage had found Kaer Morhen, but it doesn't really matter. Jaskier is the talkative type. He could've got any one of the witchers, Yennefer or Ciri talking. Probably Ciri. She likes to pretend she's as recalcitrant as Geralt -- another one of her childish mimicries of him that Geralt isn't sure what to make of between the burning fondness for her and the paralysing fear that she'll succeed in being like him -- but by nature she's a social little thing. Not as chatty as the bard, perhaps, but she blossoms under attention and interaction, even the gruff, unsuitable kinds she gets from Lambert and Coen, who for all their teasing Geralt about never expecting to be uncles, act for all the world like older brothers. Geralt should know. He is one. Jaskier and Ciri don't seem to have spoken much since the battle, Ciri off with Yennefer mending their budding friendship and trying to get Ciri enough control to feel somewhat safe again, while Jaskier's been helping the witchers with managing the aftermath, but it's not like Geralt keeps tabs on them at all times. Sometimes he has to sleep or relieve himself.

Geralt doesn't think he'll ever forget the warm press of Jaskier's hand squeezing his shoulder as Geralt decended to the caves with yet another of his brothers in his arms. None of the witchers offered each other comfort. They had been raised to know that comfort comes in the killing of monsters. The knowledge that other people's families will be safer as a result. It comes from purpose, from the necessity of the Path and the inevitability of the sacrifices they all make for it sooner or later.

With Ciri, some of that had softened in Geralt, relented until he had found himself offering Vesemir the same comfort he would usually give to her after Eskel's death. But the others, Vesemir included, held firm.

Geralt only realised with Jaskier's touch and his sympathetic gaze that he'd come to expect more than that. Between Ciri and Jaskier, and to some extent Triss and even Yennefer, he'd come to expect empathy and understanding where he should only ever have known purpose and clarity. It was hard to accept. Even harder to watch Ciri and Jaskier's attempts at sympathy be brushed aside by the other witchers. To witness Jaskier's low and earnest 'I grieve with you' receive derisive snorts and glares. Ciri's quiet requests to hear stories about the witchers the demon killed with her hands be met with bitter laughs and dissmissive comments.

He loves his brothers, and he loves Vesemir, but they are products of their training and that isn't always a good thing. It's often the opposite of a good thing.

He doesn't notice how long they've been sat in silence until it's broken by Yennefer's light footsteps and her tired greeting. She doesn't pause or step away for modesty, letting her gown slip from her shoulders with a sigh and wading into the water with them.

"Where's Ciri?" Geralt asks.

"On the training grounds with Coen," Yennefer tells him. "We had a frustrating lesson. I think it helps clear her head to throw herself bodily at dangerous things. Can't think where she could have got that from."

Geralt hums in response, not liking the clipped way the sentences come out and the distance and uncertainty it implies. They've talked things through, and her tone is as teasing as ever, but he knows they're both still having to try harder than feels natural to keep things amicable and away from darker waters. "What happened?"

Another sigh, this one less weary relief, more exhausted frustration. "Her powers are still entirely ruled by her emotions. She's scared, and she's angry. Usually that would fuel her. But she also feels a tremendous amount of guilt, and I think it's blocking her. She doesn't want to use her powers in case she hurts someone, but she knows that if she doesn't practice then she'll lose control again."

"Poor thing," Jaskier murmurs. He's distanced himself from them, seemingly so that he can lean back and dampen his hair, but Yennefer glides towards him and steals the soap from his hands before he can wash his hair. "Hey! I was using that!"

Yennefer smirks at him pulls him around bodily so his back is to her. "Let me. I've used more than enough Chaos on healing over the past couple of days, and I'd rather not add your hands to the list because you start crying about getting soap in your grazes."

Jaskier huffs but allows her to lather the soap in his hair.

It's intimate. Affectionate. It makes something tighten in Geralt's chest and throat, makes his eyes throb in the way they do since the Trials burned away their ability to water properly.

Yennefer has never washed Geralt's hair for him. She's run soap-smooth hands over his body in shared baths that were never as much about ridding him of the stink of horse sweat as she claimed. But she never tried to wash his hair. Geralt supposes that neither of them felt confident enough, or comfortable enough, to move through the murky space between sensual intimacy and the genuine affection and care that it would have implied.

Jaskier used offer to wash his hair sometimes. Geralt had always said no.

"She'll get better," Geralt offers. "Ciri is... she's stubborn. She'll make it work."

Yennefer doesn't pause in her ministrations as she answers. "I don't doubt it. I only wish the whole thing was easier on her."

That I could make it easier on her goes unspoken. Geralt knows from the little he's gleaned from Yen and Triss that their upbringing was only a hair more forgiving of emotion than Geralt's own. Sorceresses and witchers, it seems, both have the empathy and capacity for comfort stomped out of them for the sake of their purpose. Both children taken from their homes and forced into being something they never asked to be, or never would have had they known the cost. Triss seems to have found her way back more than any of them, but even she finds it difficult to give or accept comfort that serves no additional purpose. Geralt saw it in her gentle but shallow interactions with Ciri. In how easily convinced she was to help Vesemir with the mutagens.

"It's easier for her with you here," Geralt offers. It's stunted and awkward, but he knows how much Yennefer craves the reassurance, so he tries. He always tries for Yennefer. If nothing else, that's something their relationship has taught him. That sometimes people need more from you than you know how to give, and that sometimes you need to give it as much as they need to receive it. That sometimes loving someone is hard work.

Yennefer helps Jaskier rinse the soap from his hair and moves away a little to wash her own. "I suppose that's something."

She doesn't linger. Hair washed and body run over with soap as efficiently as she's able, she leaves the hot springs and marches back through the keep, barely pausing to wring out her hair or slip on the long robe she brought with her.

Jaskier watches her go with a tight expression Geralt can't place. "Do you think she's alright?"

Geralt frowns in surprise at the question. None of them are alright, and of all the people who might be concerned about Yennefer, he hadn't expected Jaskier to be among them. He should have, he supposes. For all that he can be careless and unthinking at times, the bard's always shown more care for others than they've earned from him. "She's fine."

Jaskier huffs. "Really? Because last I knew she was so wracked with guilt for putting Ciri in danger that she slashed her wrists in front of us all in an attempt to save her."

"It worked," Geralt points out. He doesn't know how or why it worked, or how Yennefer had known that it would, but he isn't about to question it now. Yen had made a mistake and she'd done what she had to to fix it. Ciri is safe, Yennefer's alive, the demon witch is gone. It all worked out.

"I know you still care about her, Geralt. There's no use in pretending you aren't every bit as worried as I am about her reopening those scars on her wrists," Jaskier says. It sounds annoyed. Geralt isn't sure why.

"Of course I am."

Jaskier raises his hands in a frustrated gesture he often uses when he thinks Geralt's being particularly obtuse. "So why not say that? Why pretend everything's fine?"

"You already know," Geralt says. Why should he have to find words to tell Jaskier things they both know Jaskier already knows?

"Because it's good to talk about it!" Jaskier snaps. "Like you just did with Yennefer about Ciri!"

"Yen needed-"

"And you did! You talked to her about Ciri because you both care about her," Jaskier says. It seems as though there's more he needs to say, but he droops and rubs his hand over his eyes, wincing at the catch of grazed skin. "I just thought... Well, we're friends, aren't we? You can at least admit that after everything?"

Geralt nods.

"Then why don't you talk to me?"

"What do you mean?"

Jaskier swallows and blinks rapidly for a moment, teeth grit as he pulls in slow breaths through his nose. "We've known each other for most of my life. I've seen you in almost every state it's possible to see another person in. I thought- think- that you trust me?"

Geralt nods again, slower this time. He's trying to understand, he really is, but this isn't easy like things usually are with Jaskier.

"But you won't talk to me," Jaskier says. "I tried, you gave monosyllabic answers when you had to, and we sat here in silence until Yen showed up. And then, well, then you become a regular chatty cathy. You talk to her about Ciri even after turning me away when I tried to do the same. And I get that you have this... this stupid bound fate connection with her, and that you're in love with her. But you literally only just stopped fighting after she betrayed you worse than anyone ever has before, and you already feel more comfortable with her than with me! I just don't understand."

It's baffling. Geralt's baffled. More than he ever has been by any of Jaskier's long winded rants.

"Please, Geralt. At least give me the dignity of a response," Jaskier says, not meeting his eyes but not backing down. All squared up like he's expecting Geralt to punch him in the gut or yell at him to leave. It wouldn't be the first time, after all.

"I'm not."

Jaskier's brow pinches. "I'm going to need more than that, Geralt. Not all of us have the ability to go digging through your head."

Geralt opens his mouth to speak, but he isn't sure what to say. Jaskier's always been able to read his face, his body language, his silences. Always made up for his shortfall with words. He's not used to having to explain himself. "With Yen." He starts and stops, fumbling his way through. "She needs me to talk to her. Tell her things. We're... not what we were. Talking... helps."

"Right," Jaskier says bitterly.

"You don't need me to. You already know," Geralt says. Or he thought Jaskier did, at least.

"Know what?"

Geralt frowns. "Everything. As you said, it's been a long time. You've seen everything. I don't need to explain to you."

Jaskier meets his eyes at last, puzzling him out. He'll get there eventually, Geralt knows he will. "You don't talk to me because you think I already know everything you have to say?"

Geralt maintains the eye contact.

"Geralt..."

"I'm not more comfortable with Yen," Geralt tells him, as softly as he's able with his rough voice and clumsy words. He can be eloquent if he tries. But he doesn't need to with Jaskier. He's never needed to. "Yen takes... effort."

Jaskier's lips twitch in humour even as he levels Geralt with a glare. "Are you calling me easy?"

"Yes." He is. He's the easiest person Geralt's ever known. In more ways than one, but mostly in the way that he's just easy to be around.

"Coming from Mr. 'I wish to be soul-married to this terrifying woman I've known for all of five minutes'," Jaskier mutters, but he's relaxing now.

"She saved your life."

"She did, didn't she," Jaskier muses. "I suppose that would endear her to me a little were the situation reversed."

"She understands parts of me that..." Geralt can't find the words. Shakes his head. "We recognised something in each other."

"Something I don't? I, who apparently knows everything?" Jaskier teases. Geralt can't stand the quiet sadness and defeat in his eyes.

"You know, but you don't understand. You can't," Geralt tells him. "I wouldn't want you to."

Jaskier looks at him a moment more, then sighs and moves to leave the hot spring. "Well, I suppose that's more conversation than I've got from you in years. I should probably let you recuperate from the effort." He pauses, a light of realisation in his eyes. "It is effort for you, isn't it? Talking, I mean?"

Geralt doesn't answer. He thought he'd made that pretty clear.

Jaskier sinks back down into the water, gaze turned inwards as he works through the thought. "So when Yen came in and you were talking to her... It wasn't because she put you at ease, it was because she needed you to talk."

Yes, that is exactly what Geralt told him less than two minutes ago. Geralt resists the urge to heave an impatient sigh and leans back against the rocks, waiting for Jaskier to finish whatever it is he's doing by repeating Geralt's own words back to him.

"And when you didn't talk to me and we were just sat here in broody silence..." Jaskier looks at him again. "I'm easy."

"Your words," Geralt smirks.

Jaskier rolls his eyes. "You could've said, you know."

"I did."

"All this time I thought you didn't talk to me because... when really you were..." Jaskier pushes his hair back from his face and holds it there with a hand to his forehead. "You don't talk to me because you don't need to. And that's... easier. More comfortable."

Geralt raises his eyebrows. He might never speak to to the bard again given he doesn't seem to have listened to a single one of Geralt's painstakingly chosen words.

"You're more comfortable with me." He says it like it's a revelation. An epiphany.

"Not right now, I'm not," Geralt quips. "You're being weird."

To Geralt's horror, Jaskier cries.

"Fuck." Geralt doesn't know what to do here. He's never made Jaskier cry before. Not in front of him, at least. He might well have cried on the mountain, but hadn't done it where Geralt could see and Geralt hadn't exactly been thinking clearly enough to consider that he might.

"You're...." Jaskier rubs hs hand across his face and turns away for a moment. "Fuck."

Geralt has another moment to panic before Jaskier turns back around and flings himself at Geralt just like he had in the jail cell, except this time he takes his time before pulling away. When he does, he slaps Geralt sharply on the arm and snaps, "you utter bastard," then goes back to hugging him. It's confusing to say the least. Especially when Geralt stops being able to ignore the fact that they're both stark bollock naked beneath the water. Geralt can't say he's ever had another man's soft cock pressed against his hip before, and it's a strange sensation. Not unpleasant. Just strange. Oddly vulnerable and intimate.

He also hasn't had his own soft cock pressed against another man's body before, and the few times he's had it pressed against a woman's body it's been just before or after activities where his not-so-soft cock was pressed against her. This lends some inapropriate associations to the contact now.

"Jaskier."

"No, fuck you, I've earned this," Jaskier mumbles against his neck, and tightens his arms around Geralt's shoulders. "You can endure some unabashed affection for a little while longer."

Geralt doesn't release his own hold, but he does grow a little tense as he resists the urge to squirm away from the confusing contact.

"Oh, alright," Jaskier sighs, and reluctantly steps back. "I suppose I can't ruin my status as comfortable company by being too clingy. Though I'm sure it wouldn't kill you to let me give you a hug once in while without it being a dramatic scene. Most people like hugging. It's nice."

"I don't mind hugging," Geralt says. Not in general, anyway. Not anymore. Ciri hugs him all the time. He and his brothers hug sometimes. Just not naked. Not that hugging Jaskier naked was entirely unpleasant, or anything.

"Could've fooled me," Jaskier says.

He's still close. Still half-kneeling, half-floating in the water just within Geralt's reach.

Geralt rolls his eyes and pulls him back in.

This time it's Jaskier that stiffens with tension, seeming to finally realise what had made Geralt awkward. He clears his throat and shifts his hips, presumably trying to reposition so that his cock isn't in contact with Gerat's skin. As Geralt had pulled him in by the shoulders, he's a little lower this time, as well as being off balance. Which means that as he tries to get his knees back under himself while also moving his hips away, but not breaking the hug which has his centre of mass pinioned against Geralt's chest, he slips and has to pull himself up by his grip around Geralt's waist. The whole thing takes barely a moment, but results in a slippery wet bard sliding against Geralt's skin until he finally hoists himself back up, bringing himself in closer by the action. And brushing his cock against Geralt's as he straightens up.

Jaskier's hands spasm on Geralt's skin and he holds his breath, heart rate picking up.

Geralt isn't sure how to reassure him that he's alright with the slip -- or, well, not completely, but it was an accident and he isn't upset -- so he hazards squeezing Jaskier's shoulder the same way he remembers Jaskier doing to comfort him. They're both awkward and tense and trying not to move and repeat Jaskier's mistake, but both are too stuborn to back down. Back down from what, Geralt isnt sure, though it feels like some sort of challenge has been issued.

Jaskier exhales at last and relaxes into Geralt's arms in stages, in what must be a conscious effort. His arms drift further around as they lose tension, hands skating across Geralt's back. His chin comes to rest on Geralt's shoulder.

Geralt eases back down onto his haunches without breaking the embrace, resting against the rock behind him, back angled slightly so as not to crush the bard's hands and arms. Their nether regions drift safely out of alignment. There's an unexpected edge of disappointment to his relief that's immediately headed off by the way Jaskier ends up effectively sitting on his thigh in the new position, straddling it as his own leg slides into place between Geralt's.

Jaskier laughs. "I think we've gone past hugging into cuddling. Maybe canoodling." He sounds out of breath the same way he does when he doesn't want to let on that he's winded from keeping up with Geralt. "Not that I'm complaining! This is... nice. Very nice. Not at all, um..."

Geralt twists his neck to raise an eyebrow at Jaskier, and finds Jaskier's face so close Geralt's nose brushes Jaskier's cheek as he turns. Jaskier's pulled his head back a little to meet Geralt's gaze, and now his face hovers so close Geralt could taste his breath even with human senses. He looks up into Jaskier's too-close eyes and lets go of a breath he hadn't realised had caught when he'd turned. Jaskier shivers, goosebumps errupting beneath Geralt's fingers.

He's aware that there's a line they're crossing. One he's avoided in the past for one reason or another. The reasons have changed over the years; from Jaskier's youth, to not wanting to get attached, to not knowing if he could give Jaskier what he needs, to not knowing if Jaskier could give Geralt what he needs, to there his relationship with Yen, to there being Ciri to worry about. Right now, it feels like one wrong move could prove fatal to their still-wounded friendship. But a move away could be that wrong move. He's taken too long to recognise what he was doing, and to pull away now could one rejection too many.

Besides, what reasons are there left to keep refusing what could be something good? Something they both might need?

Jaskier hasn't pulled away. If Geralt's honest, Jaskier's never pulled away. If he wasn't willing to try this, then he'd have made a joke by now, something about not being that kind of easy, and put some distance between them Maybe jostled Geralt's shoulder to keep things friendly and comfortable.

"Geralt," Jaskier says. He swallows heavily, then carries on like he's been thinking the exact same things Geralt has. "This whole...situation" He gestures at their position with his chin, "it's starting to give me certain ideas, and if you keep- keep holding me like this, then..." Another hard swallow. "I guess I'm saying that Geralt, if you don't stop this now... Well. My heart will probably be broken either way, but at least I won't have to contend with the humiliation of having tried to kiss you or-"

Geralt lets go of Jaskier's shoulders and lets his hands drift, one down to the centre of Jaskier's back, the other to his jaw.

Jaskier's breath stutters.

Geralt doesn't say anything, trusting his actions to speak for themselves as they're so seldom allowed to do.

"Right," Jaskier murmurs, mostly to himself. He leans in a little, a jerky, hesitant movement that he retracts halfway before he can reach Geralt's lips. His eyes flicker up to Geralt's again, though he can't possibly be able to make out more than a vague Geralt shaded blur from this close, and he dares himself across the final distance.

Geralt's arms tighten without him meaning for them to, pulling Jaskier deeper into the kiss and more firmly in against his -- still very naked -- body. Jaskier gasps into his mouth and Geralt decides not to loosen his hold again. They've known each other for over two decades, at this point they could get married and adopt a dozen war orphans tomorrow and they'd still have taken it slow.

At least that's how Geralt reasons his way into groping every damp, slippery inch of Jaskier's body over the ensuing three minutes.

"Fuck," Jaskier gasps as one of Geralt's wandering hands finally finds its way to his cock.

"Not in the hotspring," Geralt teases. "You'll get an infection."

"Arsehole," Jaskier mutters, but goes back to pressing kisses and bites into any part of Geralt he can reach without disentangling them, only now he peppers in the occassional disjointed sentence as Geralt works his hand over his cock. "Utter bastard- can't believe you choose now- fuck- to have a sense of humour." He slips his hand down between them to return the favour, and Geralt loses his breath a little. "Should've fallen for Coen. Coen wouldn't take the piss at a time like this."

Geralt hums. Coen would absolutely take the piss, provided he could leave Lambert's side for long enough to get someone into bed with him. Geralt would really prefer not to be thinking about his brothers and their somewhat codependent friendship right now.

"Shut up," Jaskier pants into his face. "You brought it on yourself."

Geralt captures his lips again and the incessant chatter hits a lull while Jaskier proves how skilled his tongue is with things other than words. Then he pulls away again, ignoring Geralt's grunt of displeasure. To be fair, he doesn't mind all that much, he'd just been enjoying said oral skills.

"I know now's probably a little late into the proceedings to bring this up," Jaskier starts ominously. Geralt twists his wrist as he pulls him off, other hand squeezing as his backside, and Jaskier breaks off into unintelligble curses, pressing impossibly closer and burying his face in Geralt's hair. He doesn't move back as he continues, words and breath playing through the white strands and across Geralt's scalp. "But I feel like it's important to- Geralt, fuck- to- to- oh gods..."

"Jaskier?" Geralt rasps, only half listening to the words but enjoying the low, intimate way Jaskier's been murmuring them into his ear.

"I love you," Jaskier gasps out between moans. "I've- I've always- I- Geralt!"

"Jaskier," Geralt says, the word barely more than a rumble in his chest, but Jaskier must hear it, must feel it as closely pressed together as they are.

Jaskier comes, open mouth still pressed right above Geralt's ear, on hand still jerking him off, the other tight around Geralt's back, fingers clenching into his skin, his legs caging Geralt in against the edge of the pool, making him feel penned in but in the best of ways. Jaskier starts up a quiet, mindless chant of 'I love you I love you I love you' in time with the motions of his hand, and when he nuzzles his way back across Geralt's scalp to press a clumsy kiss to his temple, Geralt follows him over the edge.

Between the steam and the endorphins, everything's fuzzy and warm and blissful for an eternity before Jaskier finally rouses himself with hum and a sigh.

Geralt watches him as he comes back to himself and starts a mental countdown to when Jaskier will start talking again.

But he doesn't. He just watches Geralt right back, wonder written over every inch of him.

"Come to bed?" Geralt asks eventually, trusting Jaskier to understand the parts he doesn't say aloud.

Jaskier smiles, wide and lazy and easy.

[schleiereule-94]

A Bard and a Witcher – Part 1

Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier x aFab!Reader

Summary: You were after some fun when you made your way to the inn this evening, and boy did you find it. Both the bard and his witcher friend are more than happy to satisfy your desire.

Warning(s): SMUT MINORS DNI, porn w/o much plot, fingering, penetrative sex (lots of it), unprotected p in v, threesome, dirty talk (both degrading and some praise, cursing), rough sex, size kink, belly bulge, oral (both f and am receiving), she is not talking much but enjoys being used

Author’s Note: This is my first fic, so I hope it is up to standards... Not beta read and not an english native, so be kind if you find mistakes. I have a second part almost done (bc I am a horny mess for these two...).

You didn’t know what you were getting yourself into walking towards the inn this night. You were just looking for some distraction, some fun for a change. A good looking stranger, some beer and maybe even a dance. But now… 

You didn’t see the witcher in the corner at first. You sat at the bar listening and laughing at the bards’ songs. He was young, good looking. His name was Jaskier and he looked exactly like what you were after. You’ve thrown him some looks that made him almost stumbled over his words. 

“A short break to water my throat” he announced shortly after and he walked up to you at the bar, grinning sheepishly. “You’re funny” you complimented him. “And you look… breathtaking” he replied with a dramatic gesture, eyeing you up and down. He extended his hand to you “Jaskier is my name.” His gaze got stuck on your breasts. You smiled and leaned a bit more towards him to grant him a better look into your cleavage. “Y/n.” You moved to the side to make just enough space at the bar so he could squeeze in next to you.  “What brings you here bard?”, you asked as he took his place and grabbed a pint of beer from the barmaid. Your arm touched his lightly and you felt the warm feeling of excitation building up in you. “We’re on the way to Cintra.” “Cintra, hm. That’s a long trip. Who’s we?” you asked innocently.

He nodded over his shoulder to the darker part of the inn. Sitting there was a big, bulky figure, a grey hood over his head, long white hair spilling out from under it. You couldn’t make out the face clearly. When you squinted your eyes to see the stranger better he suddenly looked up and golden eyes stared directly into your soul. Your heart missed a beat and your breath hitched. The bard must have taken notice of your reaction as he let out a laugh. “That’s Geralt. Geralt of Rivia, I’m sure you’ve heard of him?”. Without taking your eyes off the man you nodded slightly. “Yes, yes I have heard of him.” The yellow pupils bore into you. A weird feeling bordering on fear stirred up in your chest. It made you want to run away. Your legs tensed, but you kept staring back captured by the tension in your connection. Slowly you felt how this tension sank down into your lower belly and straight between your legs. Your thighs were pressing together now to create some friction as your arousal grew quickly. You gasped and tore your head away to look at Jaskier. “You travel with Geralt of Rivia?”. You sounded more out of breath than you liked. But Jaskier didn’t seem to notice. “Yes. We share a wonderful journey and friendship” the bard stated proudly. You tilted your head and blinked, a picture being painted in your head. A filthy picture involving the bard, you and a witcher.  “Is that the only thing you two share?”, you asked quietly. The bard stared at you dumbfounded. You looked at him through your lashes. “You share a room here?”. “Yes, it’s cheaper. But why..? Oh, ah” Jaskier seemed to finally grasp what you were asking. “He would never interrupt, I’ll make sure of that.”, he said reassuringly. You caught his hand which was nervously fidgeting with a coin and used it to pull him even closer to you looking him deep in the eyes. “What if I want him to?” Jaskier stared back, swallowed dryly as he considered the idea.

It’s not like he had never thought of it. Sometimes he spied on Geralt when he was with a woman, listening to her moans, his ear pressed to the door of the room. Or trying to peak through the keyhole. He knew the effect Geralt had on women and was jealous of how easily they fell apart for him. Maybe having him there would make for a good learning experience. And if it was what he had to do to touch this beauty here… Slowly he leaned back on his chair, then cleared his throat. “Ehm, I ehm have not done.. I’ve never…” his look went to Geralt who’s eyes were fixed on you. “Your his friend, right? Surely you can convince him” You started drawing slow circles on his hand with your finger. You heard Jaskier breath in and out and felt how he shimmied in his seat, you weren’t sure if it was his nerves or signs of arousal. A look up at his face gave you an answer. His eyes sparkled with lust now. “So you are that kind of girl, hm? One man is not enough?” His voice had acquired a slight rasp and his gaze was now shamelessly fixed on your breasts. You grinned and shrugged “I just like to have fun. And you..” you grabbed his shirt to pull him close, pressed your lips on his surprised face and slightly bit at his lower lip before releasing him again “…look like you’d love some fun” you grinned. Jaskier’s face was flushed red and he looked breathless. Just how you liked your men, you thought with a wide smile. He stood up from his chair and leaned against you. You could feel his hard bulge through his pants pressing into your thigh. “Give me a moment”. You watched while the bard made his way to his witcher companion. He started whispering into his ear and Gerald’s gaze wandered back to you. His face did not show any indication of emotions, neither interest, nor lust nor rejection. You felt your cheeks redden under the scrutiny of the yellow eyes as your heart started to pump your blood faster. Geralt turned his head to Jaskier but you couldn’t see what kind of response he was giving his friend. You felt high or tipsy, even though you had barely drunk half a glass of beer.

Jaskier made his way through the crowd back to you. “Come with me, now” He took your hand and almost violently pulled you out of your seat and towards the stairs leading to the first floor. You looked back over your shoulders and saw Geralts eyes following you both with an unreadable expression on his face. You smiled at him while Jaskier dragged you up the stairs towards their room. From the corner of your eye you spotted the Witcher slowly getting up from his chair…

The door crashed shut behind Jaskier and he immediately started kissing you sloppily with his mouth wide open, tongue asking for entrance into your mouth. You pressed yourself into him, kissing back fiercely. His hard cock pushing and pulsating into your lower belly. His hands were nestling with your dress, trying to pull down the sleeves. He finally succeeded on one side, pulling out your breast. Your nipple hardened immediately in the cool air. He turned you around and held you from behind with both arms, breathing hot air into your neck. “S’that what you wanted little whore? Hm?” Instead of giving an answer you ground your hips back into his hard-on. You felt how slick started to pool between your legs. Jaskier pinched your nipple between two fingers and made you moan. That same moment the door sprang open. Geralt filled the whole doorframe. Both you and Jaskier froze for a second. You looked up at him “Here to join?” you finally asked when none of you dared to move. The two men looked at each other for a few seconds before Geralt stepped into the room without a word and closed the door behind him. One more step and he stood just centimetres away from you. You could feel heat radiating off his body in waves. “How does she feel?” he asked Jaskier in a low growling voice. You felt a jolt of arousal moving down your spine when he finally looked at you. Jaskier had managed to get your other tit out. “She feels great, I mean, look at them” he grinned at his friend from behind you and groped and squeezed your boobs. “Was so eager to get both of us on her. I bet she is wet for us already. Can you help me out here and get her clothes off?” “She is wet like river”, Geralt stated while putting his hand on your hips. “I can smell it.r” With a hard tug your dress slipped over your body, fell to your knees and you were left in your soaking undergarments. One of Jaskiers hands immediately started travelling over your belly downwards leaving a trail of fire on your skin. Geralt brought his hand up under your chin to tilt your head up and you sank into the stare of his yellow eyes. “I could even smell you down there in the inn. Such a needy little whore”. His other hand grabbed your now free breast just as Jaskier’s slipped under your waistband.  A long finger plunged into your dripping wet pussy while Geralt’s calloused fingers brushed over your nipple. You moaned loudly and your hips started bucking all by themselves. Sandwiched between the two men you felt so turned on you couldn’t think straight anymore. Trying to get as much relief as possible you ground down on Jaskier’s finger. It was not enough. You needed more. Geralt grinned, reading your pained facial expression exactly right. “Give her one more, this whore wants to be stretched out properly” he instructed. Jaskier immediately complied. But even two of his delicate fingers did not go deep enough. You panted and bucked your hips against his hand inside of you. “Hm, let me help” Geralt pushed the underpants down to your knees before cupping your cunt and Jaskier’s hand on it. His huge hot palms easily engulfed both. You let your head fall back onto Jaskier’s shoulder breathing hard. Both men were looking at you intently while Geralt slowly added his finger to Jaskier’s into your pussy. You let out a groan as you felt it going deep and brushing at just the right spots. You could feel an orgasm building up. “Ah fuck” you muttered as the men started to pump into you. Their movements were not very coordinated and slow, but the feeling of both of them pushing your walls while fondling your breasts and Jaskier licking your earlobe was too much. You clenched down on the men’s fingers as your orgasm hit you. Your kneeds became wobbly and you fell back into Jaskier who let you both collapse onto the bed. 

The sudden loss of the fingers inside you made you hiss. Jaskier turned your head around and kissed you deeply, taking your breath away. Meanwhile, Gerald took a chair from under the table by the window and put it down in front of the bed. You felt limp in the afterglow of your orgasm, sinking into the sheets as Jaskier wriggled out under you. You watched him take off his boots and shirt, then his pants. Turning your head to the right you directly looked into Geralt’s devouring eyes. He sat in his chair, wide-legged and still fully dressed. His eyes scanned every millimetre of your body while he palmed himself over his pants. Your eyes went wide, that bulge looked really big. The witcher once again read your expression perfectly. “Jaskier will open you up. So you can take me like the good whore you are” he growled, adjusting himself in his pants. The arousal that had subsided a bit now slammed back into you, both at the witcher’s sight as well as Jaskier climbing back onto the bed. He was now fully naked, his cock standing erect in front of his body, dripping from the tip. Your mouth watered at the sight. The bard buried his head in your neck to bite at your shoulder. This sent a shiver down your spine and you arched your back up to meet his body. His stiff member pressed into your abdomen. “Please”, you whisper “please”. “Please what little lady?” Jaskier licked your ear. “You want to feel me inside you?” “Yes, please”, you pleaded, your cunt clenching around nothing. Jaskier sat up, straddling your belly, looking down at your face. His member laid hot and heavy on your belly, slowly leaking sticky precum on your skin. He spat in his hand and started pumping himself while you squirmed below him, trying to get some friction where you needed it most. His cock was not the biggest you’ve ever seen, but long and slightly curved upwards. You wanted to touch it. Picking up some precum from your belly you replaced Jaskiers hand to stroke his cock. He threw his head back with a loud moan. He reached behind himself to find your clit. Rubbing small circles, just as you had done on his hand earlier, he had you panting and writhing beneath him in no time. His chest was heaving and your fingers felt like ice and fire when they scratched lightly over his abdomen. There was no way he could wait any longer. He lowered himself onto you, sucking on one of your nipples and lined himself up, slightly nudging at your entrance. You squinted your eyes shut at the feeling. You needed this, so badly. You locked eyes with the bard when he finally slid into you, slowly but steadily until he hit your cervix at the very back. You both let out a cry of ectasis as he bottomed out. You gripped his shoulders while he slid all the way out, just to slam back in again. From there he buried his face on your side and started to buck his hips into you fervently. Rocking up and down, you glanced over to Geralt. He was still sitting in his chair watching the scene intently. But his hand was in his pants now, slowly stroking his still covered dick. “I want to see it” you mouthed at him, unable to form actual words as white heat pooled in your abdomen every time Jaskier hit that spot deep inside you. You watched, fingernails digging into Jaskier’s arched back, as Geralt unbuttoned his pants, slowly and unhurriedly, and his member sprang free. It was big. Big and fat with an enlarged red tip and clearly visible pulsating veins. You almost blacked out from that sight alone while Jaskier’s rapid rhythm and grunts started to send you over the edge again. 

You yelped at the sudden empty feeling and your orgasm died down, your hole fluttering and clenching around nothing. You looked up at Jaskier now straddling you again with watery eyes. “Why?” you managed to stutter. “Wanna come into your mouth, whore” a sex-drunken Jaskier replied. “Slide down” He pushed you downwards towards the foot of the bed. Your calves dangling from the bed your face was now in front of Jaskier’s cock which had slipped between your breasts. With both hands you pushed your heavy breasts up to cover his member completely as he started to slide back and forth between them, lubed up by your juices. The angry red head, still slick from your juices, peaked out from your cleavage rhythmically and you stuck out your tongue to lick it. Jaskier gasped and pushed himself up even more. You opened your mouth to take him in. The angle was shallow but you blew your cheeks and sucked hard.  “Ah fuuck” Jaskier cried out quickening his pace once more. Another sound filling the room caught your attention and you saw Geralt slowly stroking himself from the corner of your eyes. You didn’t think you could get any more turned on. But the tension from the orgasm you were just denied still lingered in your belly. You desperately needed some relief. You tried pressing your thighs together but that took you nowhere, everything being way to slippery from Jaskier’s and your fluids. You couldn’t speak with Jaskiers dick slipping in and out of your mouth so you started wining instead. Jaskier was way too absorbed watching his cock slide between your tits and disappearing into your mouth as to hear or care about your misery. But Geralt did.

You realized he had gotten up from his chair when he pulled at your feet to drag your ass way down to the edge of the bed. Jaskiers cock was now directly above your face and he was piercing it down your throat. You tried to swallow as much of him as you could without gagging. His moans became quicker and louder and it was clear he would not last much longer. You opened your eyes you had closed in shock when Geralt had moved you. In-between Jaskier’s thrusts you could just see the other man, nacked from his hips downwards, standing at the foot of the bed looking down on you. You opened your legs wide to give him a better view. A deep thrust of Jaskier brought tears to your eyes and left you gasping for air, so you didn’t see Geralt kneeling down onto the floor. He took in the sweet scent of your pussy, now so strong it overpowered even the fire burning in the corner. He had smelled it from the moment you had entered the inn. This beautiful woman, flirting both with him and his friend with not much more than looks. A pretty whore who could not get enough dick. He would need to show you what it meant to be properly satisfied. As much as you seemed to enjoy Jaskier, he knew that only he could give you what you really needed. Looking up at your face covered by his friends ass who was pushing into you, his cock jolted. It was such a dirty scene.  The sounds you made left him feeling dizzy from arousal. And your scent, god… he turned his attention back to your cunt, bringing his nose closer to breath it all in before putting his hands on your thighs. You felt him licking a long stripe over your slick covered hole all the way up to your sensitive bud, which made you jerk and groan into Jaskiers dick. The man over you now sounded desperate and you brought up your hand to massage his balls. That finally undid him. After a last brutal push down your throat you felt him tense up and he emptied himself into your mouth. You caught the warm liquid on your tongue and tried to swallow as much as you could. You almost choked on the cum when Geralt sucked your clit between his teeth. Jaskier collapsed onto the mattress next to you. You looked over a small string of semen ran down over your cheedk from the corner of your mouth. “God fuck, this woman is the death of me” the bard moaned, breathing heavily. Geralt laughed into your pussy which made you gasp. His big hands dug into your flesh as all your muscles tensed up in anticipation of another orgasm. You heard Geralt’s lapping sound as he drank up your juices, which should have been embarrassing, but only drove you closer to the edge. The moment his big finger entered you it was over. With a cry you arched your back, eyes only seeing white, your hands fisting the sheets for dear live. The witcher worked you through this one with his mouth slow powerful strokes of his finger, pitying you after your last release was denied. 

And here you are now, covered in a fine layer of sweat and semen looking down at the white wolf as he licks his fingers clean of your juices. He takes his shirt off over his head and throws it into a corner. Fully naked his figure is even more imposing. And his dick is so. big. Fuck, how are you going to take all this? The slight feeling of fear creeps back into your still heaving chest, mixing with the lingering arousal. “On your knees whore” the witcher commands with a low growl. You are already spent, not sure how to move. Jaskier is still laying a few inches next to you, watching and again toying with his flaccid dick. Apparently, you took too long to react. Big strong hands grip your midsection and you are thrown onto your belly. “On your knees” the witcher growls again. You scoot back onto your knees, all your legs and arms shaking, both from exhaustion and excitement. Geralt grabs your hips on both sides and pulls you backwards to the edge of the bed. A burning slap echoes through the room and you cry out as a hot sting covers your buttcheek. “You do as I say or you get punished” Geralt snarls. You take a look over your shoulder. The witcher towers over you, it’s both frightening and turning you on. “Yes sir”, you stutter frantically trying to hold yourself up on all fours. Your task gets easier as Geralt’s grip on your hips gets even stronger. “Such a beautiful pussy” he grunts “asking to be filled up”. You’re panting in anticipation. “Please”, you whisper. “Please what, whore? Use your words!” His yellow eyes are burning with lust now. “Please, please fuck me, Geralt, I need it so bad” you cry. “Not had enough yet, hm” His huge tip is prodding at your entrance, the stretch already sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You shake your head “not enough, sir.” “Hm, we better make sure to fill you up then” he says and finally starts pushing into you. You’re grateful he’s going slowly. Your walls burn as he steadily pushes in his thick girth splitting you in half. You hiss and he groans loudly. “Fuck, so tight. Such a perfect pussy. M’gonna ruin it for good” the witcher mutters, watching as his cock disappears into you. Mercifully he gives you a few seconds to adjust until you start circling your hips, grinding back into him. “Insatiable, that’s what you are, an insatiable whore” he says with a smirk on his face. He pushes in the last centimetre, his pelvis now flat against your ass. You can feel his heavy balls on the back if your thighs. “You want me to fuck you, whore?” All coherent thoughts have left your head as you sit there speared down on his dick. The only thing you manage is a quick nod and a pleading look over your shoulder. And that’s all that’s needed for Geralt to drop his last inhibitions. With a loud groan he snatches his hips backwards to push into you again full force. You cry out and land on your elbows while your hips are held up by Geralt’s strong arms. He thrusts into you again and again and you see stars. “That what you wanted, hm? More dick? Does this fill you up completely now?” His pace is relentless, your walls being literally attacked every time he buries his cock in you. Your mouth is agape, shouting loudly every time he enters you, violently hitting your cervix. “Yes” you cry, “So good. Please. Need. To cum.” Your vision blacks out. You feel how Jaskier fondles your hanging breasts while every thrust catapults you nearer to heaven. “Yes, come on my cock, let me see how good it feels to be finally satisfied” Geralt groans and with a loud, long shout of his name you come.

The witcher doesn’t stop. He fucks you right through your high, his eyes squinting from pleasure as you get even tighter clenching his dick, trying to milk his semen from him. But he’s not done with you yet. As you come to your senses you are once more picked up and thrown onto your back this time. Geralt is above you, his white hair falling into your face as you are gasping for air like dr owning person. His hand finds your clit and he starts rubbing it with his thumb. You almost jump at the feeling, being way too overstimulated. You try to writhe out below him but his huge body is keeping you in place. Your eyes fill with tears, you can’t take it, you shake your head. “So you finally had enough?” Geralt asks but he doesn’t wait for you to answer but pushes back into you hard, making you gasp. You feel sore, your body too tired to do anything else than lie there. You cling onto the sheets while your breasts are rocking up and down with his rhythm. You hear a moan and watch how Jaskier is stroking himself feverishly next to you. The veins on his arms are standing out, from how hard he is fisting his dick, his face contorted into a grimace of pleasure. He bucks his hips and cries out while a short spurt of cum shoots out of him. It’s all he has left after you milked him with your mouth. His dick feels like it’s burning, and he palms it lightly, coming down from his high, watching how Geralt thrusts into you at a punishing pace, making the bed move in jolts. Slowly he gets up to heat some water over the fire.

“Look at me”. Geralt yanks your head back forward to face him. He sits up and puts your legs on his shoulder. “I’m going to finish you. Until you can’t think anymore.” He pulls you towards him violently, his cock once again taking up all of you. Your eyes roll back into your head. Your mouth is wide open but can’t make any sounds anymore. The new angle is even deeper, something you didn’t think was possible, and you feel like your soul is being ripped from your body. You can see yourself from above being devoured by the witcher, your sounds reduced to a weak whimpering. Geralt leans forward, folding you in half. You feel so small under him, like his toy. You can feel his balls slapping against your ass, tensing up. He’s almost there. His rhythm gets more choppy while he’s chasing his release. Looking down on your body he sees the outline of his cock on your stomach every time he fills you up. “So. Fucking. Good. You take me so good, such a good whore” he mutters, his hand pressing down on your belly, felling himself pushing in and out of you. The pressure is way too much. With an animalistic cry that doesn’t seem to end and only faintly sounds like “Geralt” your body convulses. Every single muscle in you twitches, your walls strangling the witchers cock, asking it to finally release its seed. One, two thrusts more and Geralt finally starts to come apart, eyes closed, shooting white ropes into you, painting your walls. You gasp, hands clenched around his wrists as you feel him twitch inside you for what feels like an eternity. Then he collapses on top of you, taking your breath away. You try to move him, but your arms are void of any strength. His warm cum is slowly dripping out of you as his dick softens inside you. 

Geralt moves and you frantically gasp for air. He moves his hair out of his face, looks down on you and runs his thumb along your bottom lip. “Well done kid” he says warmly stroking your sweaty forehead. Jaskier strides over, halfway dressed already and hands him a warm wet cloth with which he starts to clean you up carefully. You feel a wide smile stuck onto your face while the warmth of the bed and Geralt’s hands on you lull you to sleep. You feel the two men tuck you in and arms that embrace you in a hug before you pass out completely.