#jaskier blurb

[blushstories]

Would you be interested in writing a Jaskier x Reader where the reader is in the middle of a nightmare? Her yells wake Jaskier up and he tries to wake her and finally he comforts her because she's a bit of a blubbering mess while she comes down off of her nightmare scare. Thank you!

yes amazing thank u anon dearest im here for this !!

At first, Jaskier thinks he's having a nightmare. A haunting, shadowy sort of nightmare that's burrowed into his mind and is overriding all his senses: you're screaming, in pain, and there's nothing he can do. His muscles are wound up so tightly they might snap, and they grow louder and louder, into a full crescendo...

And then he wakes, bleary-eyed and slightly confused, the fire outside almost blown to its embers. His jaw aches.

It's not the dim lighting that reveals anything, though. It's that your screams haven't disappeared, despite his certain consciousness: it's like a Kikimora has clawed at his heart, long, sharp claws tearing him to shreds.

He instantly turns to you, catches the beads of sweat glistening on your temple, the crumpled blankets in your fists that he almost feels sympathy for. Every now and then, your whimpers morph into a more desperate cry, a call for help, that Jaskier believes was much louder when he was asleep.

His blanket scrunches into a log by his feet as he scrambles across to you, hands hovering over your shoulders because he's heard that you shouldn't wake up someone having a nightmare. Or is that sleepwalking?

Another cry slices into his heart and he's had enough. He puts a hand to the side of your neck, and one on your shoulder, squeezing lightly and whispering your name. Over and over, like a spell that will pull you back to him and away from whatever hell is flashing behind your eyelids.

His hand on your neck migrates to your cheek, thumb pushing into the flesh and gently massaging: the face is more sensitive, you must be more likely to wake.

Your eyebrows knit together, unhappy wrinkles settling into your forehead as the frightened whimpers return. Jaskier doesn't know what to do, afloat in an ocean subject to a storm, and is about to find Geralt for a potion when--

A strangled gasp interrupts the previous rhythm of sounds, and your wide eyes meets Jaskier's, your hand flying to grip his wrist. Jaskier wants to utter something like a hallelujah, but the thought escapes him when your breaths sound full of pebbles, and fat, hot tears emerge from the corner of your eyes and fall past your temples.

There's hardly a hint of recognition behind your eyes, but with a hand cupping the back of your head and one on your shoulder, he hauls you upright and sits you against something hard. Your shoulders shake and you cover your face with your hands.

Your nightmare rewinds in the heat behind your eyes, seared into your mind's eye. The darkness provides no comfort, your hideout in your hands holding a toffee-like heat, dripping through your fingers and trapping any oxygen from coming through.

Through the sticky heat of your hands comes a voice, a familiar voice that melts away some panic, enough for the light to seep into the gap. You hear your name, and drag your hands from covering your entire face to just your mouth.

You're met with Jaskier's loving eyes, his eyebrows threatening to cross. His hand is on your knee, thumb swiping along your patella, as he looks for an opening.

"Oh, darling," he whispers. "It's gone now, see?" He gestures around the both of you. Sure enough, nothing from your nightmare is anywhere in sight. Just you and Jaskier. And somewhere else, Geralt, probably.

"It's just us here. You and me. Oh, please don't cry," he shuffles next to you, pulling you into his chest. You grip the soft fabric of his shirt tightly, as if he's going to slip away the moment you let him go, and you'll be dragged into the depths of your tortured mind once again.

"I'll fight it. Whatever it was, I'll get rid of it," he says in a low voice. "Better yet, I'll set my guard dog on the monster. Geralt's had a lot of practice." Your soft sobs are interrupted by a hiccup of a giggle, and Jaskier begins to relax.

"There she is," Jaskier's glad when you've let it all out, two hands on your face to really look at you. You offer a small, tired smile, and he leans in to kiss the tip of your nose. When he releases you, you sit as close to him as possible, arms overlapping.

"Bad dreams can be a real ball ache," he says lightly. You hum in agreement, still shaken.

"Thanks for waking me," you say leaning on his shoulder. He grabs your hand and squeezes tightly.

"Always. Will you be okay to sleep soon?" He asks. "Soon," you nod. "Not yet, I think," you inhale deeply. "Can I stay with you? It's fine if not, I just--" "Of course you can," Jaskier interrupts, kissing the back of your hand firmly and lingering. His breath skips across your skin, and you feel grounded.

The night isn't as long with him next to you.

[pirateprincessblog]

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢.

𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘻 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘴

the walking dead masterlist

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘱𝘢𝘥

𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘤.

𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

[officerjennie]

Fluff starter prompt, omg please fkbfjff

“I think I love you.”

Greedy panda noises please 🥺❤️

This fic is dedicated to a sweet boy named Sunny that I desperately wanted to take home with me

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“I think I love you.”

Jaskier smooshed his face against the glass, dancing his fingers in the air, watching the large cat within the enclosure stretch from its tail to its large paws, claws digging into the blanket it had just been lounging on. 

He frowned, and lifted his head just enough to squint over at the piece of paper taped to the outside of the little kitty room. His tail and his large paws. Nose back to the glass, Jaskier cooed at the apparently two year old cat, his heart full to bursting as he stretched up to gently bap at the glass where Jaskier’s fingers were dancing.

“Oh, you’re just the sweetest, aren’t you? Such a good boy, the best boy.” Said best boy was also the largest cat Jaskier had ever seen, and according to his nice little blurb he liked cuddles.

Big, warm cuddles. He really never stood a chance.

“Jaskier.”

The exasperation in that tone made Jaskier pout, which really worked in his favor when he turned to Geralt. For maximum effect, he jutted his lip out a little more (he considered a quiver but thought it would be too much), and didn’t have to try that hard to get his eyes to mist.

“His name is Sunny.”

“No.”

“He’s been here for so long, Geralt!” A strategic step sideways covered up the little kitty blurb, and he hid the movement with a wild gesture. “Just- just look at him! Look at that face! Can you really say no to that face?”

Geralt didn’t look at Sunny, his arms crossed, the betta pellets they’d come for in his hand. 

“In and out, Jaskier. We don’t need anything-”

“He needs us, though.” 

“-but the fish food. Have you even owned a cat before?”

Deflating, Jaskier heaved a sigh, turning to stare wistfully at the sweet baby who was now batting around a crinkle toy behind him. “No. My father was allergic, and even after the divorce my mother couldn’t stand them. She’d apparently owned quail once and had a vendetta ever since one killed a few of them.”

“An impulse fish is one thing,” Geralt said, though not unkindly. And he was right, technically, even if Jaskier wasn’t a fan of the logic. 

Didn’t mean Jaskier was really ready to give up. Especially when Sunny meowed at him - Jaskier gasped, and cooed at him again, letting the sweet ginger boy chase his fingers. 

“He has such a tiny voice for such a big, big man. Isn’t he so sweet though?”

Geralt was quiet standing next to him, and Jaskier studiously ignored his judgment, complimenting the newest love of his life like he’d never get the chance to ever again. 

In the midst of their bonding, Geralt leaned down to read Sunny’s bio, dryly saying “been here so long” when he saw Sunny had only been there for three days. He was still reading it when a worker came by at a brisk walk, holding a dripping mop and pushing their frazzled bangs out of their face.

“He’s up for greetings if you want,” they said quickly, stopping just long enough to point at another worker who was fishing out some cherry shrimp for a mother and her small child. “She’s got the keys.”

“We can meet him?” Jaskier was certain the worker was an angel, albeit an angel barely hanging on to their sanity, and he quickly turned his big, wet eyes to Geralt again before he could try to talk him out of it. “Just a quick meet and greet. A cuddle or two. A hug? It couldn’t hurt anything, and he’s probably lonely.”

Geralt gave up in record time, sighing with a shake of his head as he went to fetch the worker with the keys. And Jaskier did his best to not be a sore winner and hid his fist pump. 

In a matter of minutes, they were let into the back, in a small room where the kitties could meet their prospective adopters. Sunny was plopped down with little fanfare, and he stretched himself out again, reaching up a nice scratching post on the white cat tree that took up a good portion of the room. 

Determined to make the most of their short time together, Jaskier picked through a toy box until he found a nice feather wand, and he did his best to get Sunny’s attention. But Sunny only watched the feather for a few seconds, batted at it once, and decided the tall man that was ignoring him was far more interesting. 

Geralt didn’t even flinch when Sunny launched himself at him, climbing up his leg like he was the cat tree. Up he went until he was standing on Geralt’s shoulders, and he let out a soft mew, bonking his head against Geralt’s hard enough that Jaskier heard it.

“Must have a hollow head,” Jaskier said solemnly, coming up next to them to pat Sunny’s side gently. “Orange cats share a brain cell, I’ve heard.”

For a split second, Geralt frowned. His hand went up to steady the large cat that had decided to sit on his shoulder, Sunny’s weight shifting as he licked a paw and started to clean his face.

“He’s not dumb,” Geralt said decisively, and if Jaskier hadn’t known any better he would have said fondly.

Or, maybe he didn’t know better. He squinted at Geralt, who was not looking at him - rather pointedly not looking at him.

“No, no. Of course he’s not dumb.” Jaskier stroked Sunny’s soft fur, letting his tail flop with a thud against Geralt’s back. “I’d hate for anyone to think he was.”

When Sunny started to purr, Geralt’s expression softened, and Jaskier had to bite back a devious grin. 

“Can you imagine misunderstanding such a sweet boy?” He sighed dramatically, scritching Sunny’s chin - and Geralt had to hold onto him to make sure the poor thing didn’t fall right off his shoulder. “I hope he gets picked by someone who would love him, and who wouldn’t ever dream of insulting him.”

“I know what you’re doing.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jaskier lied, but one look at Geralt’s face and he gave up with a full body slump. “Fine. But I’m not wrong, we could give him the best home.”

“We don’t have anything for cats at home.” 

Jaskier opened his mouth to respond, but snapped it shut, narrowing his eyes at Geralt - because that had not been his ‘we’re absolutely not doing this’ tone. And Jaskier was ever an optimist when it came to getting what he wanted.

So he leaned into his boyfriend, arm wrapped around his waist, and pet the sweet kitty who was hard at work making biscuits out of Geralt’s shoulder. 

“Pet store,” he said, catching Geralt’s gaze and flicking his eyes towards the door. “And if we’re confused, we could always ask for help picking out what he’d need. Look, Geralt, he loves you - could you really say no to that face?”

Sunny took that moment to bonk Geralt on the head rather hard, and Jaskier saw the moment Geralt gave in. 

“Fine,” he grumbled, but Jaskier was already pumping the air before he got the word out. “You’re cleaning the cat box.”

“A fair trade for taking such a sweet, good boy home.” Jaskier reached up to scratch both of Sunny’s cheeks, and teared up when the kitty started to lick his hand. He’d never fallen in love so fast in his life and couldn’t wait to set their place up for Sunny - it was going to take a chunk out of his savings but it was absolutely worth it.

Especially when he caught a glimpse of the soft smile Geralt was trying to hide. He wasn’t the only one who’d fallen in love, after all.

[stranger-nightmare]

𝐀𝐧 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬...

𝐚𝐤𝐚. 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫!

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨:

this should go without saying but this is a strictly 18+ event, no minors should be interacting with this event or my page in general! by sending me a request, anonymously or not, you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older

family simple, I will be posting a short blurb every day of October, each day with a different kink and a different character!

the days and the kinks can be found below

these will only be very short blurbs bc obviously I have a lot to do

all requests will be written for afab readers as that’s what I’m most comfortable with

all posts for this event will be tagged under #kinktober 2022

day one - first time | Morpheus

day two - mutual masturbation | Jonathan Byers

day three - thigh riding | Geralt of Rivia

day four - phone sex | Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

day five - quickie | James ‘Jimmy’ Keene

day six - overstimulation | Matt Murdock

day seven - cream pie | Jim Hopper

day eight - hair pulling | Thor Odinson

day nine - bondage | Henry Creel

day ten - edging & orgasm control | Wanda Maximoff

day eleven - sixty-nine | Steve Harrington

day twelve - blood kink | Roman Godfrey

day thirteen - somnophilia | The Corinthian

day fourteen - hate sex | Lucifer Morningstar

day fifteen - blindfold | Robin Buckley

day sixteen - praise kink | Sam Winchester

day seventeen - degradation kink | Daemon Targaryen

day eighteen - voyeurism | Robb Stark

day nineteen - pegging | Hughie Campbell

day twenty - semi-public sex | Dick Grayson

day twenty-one - choking | Dean Winchester

day twenty-two - dry humping | Layla El Faouly

day twenty-three - oral | Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace

day twenty-four - body worship | Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

day twenty-five - biting / marking | Jaskier

day twenty-six - FWB situation | Bucky Barnes

day twenty-seven - mirror sex | Kylo Ren

day twenty-eight - temperature play | Daenerys Targaryen

day twenty-nine - cockbulge / size kink | Eddie Munson

day thirty - cockwarming | Rhett Abbott

day thirty-one - threesome | Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin + Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

[ghostytoasty17]

If i were to post a little Jaskier blurb would yall read it?

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes.

Shadowhunters

Dona Nobis Pacem by lawsofchaos (+ podfic)

Part 2 of Consular High Warlock Magnus Bane

"When Alec kneels before you on that dais, Magnus,” Jace keeps going, “he’s telling every person present that it is your judgement, your respect, that he places before all others. In you placing that rune on his neck, Alec is publicly proclaiming that it’s your blessing and your judgement on him and on his reign as Head that gives him the right and the authority to uphold the Covenant.”

Magnus' throat is too tight to speak, but there’s a distinct shimmer visible in his suddenly unglamoured eyes.

Oh My God Dad, You Can't Just Ask People Why They're Blue by Ellegy42

"Nothing weird ever happens when Rafe sneezes,” Max complains into Papa’s stomach when he finally gets home.

The Sandman

Right Place, Right Time by sherwoodfox

Over the centuries, Hob had dreamt plenty of dreams about his friend from the tavern. All good dreams, of course.

Very good dreams.

Usually not dreams that featured either of them wearing very much clothing.

But until the talking bird told him otherwise, he hadn't considered that those dreams might be real.

(Featuring: a live Jessamy, Hob rescuing Dream from the fishbowl, a mess to clean and a happy ending.)

The Witcher

Every Word by GoldenDaydreams

Jaskier kept his secrets close. The fewer who knew, the fewer could hurt him with the curse—it was a secret he intended on taking to the grave.

The grave might just come early.

Hannibal

They Came to Florence or: Plagiarize This Fic by shiphitsthefan

Author William Graham has had a book on the bestseller list for the better part of a decade. He's also a recluse—no interviews, only a rare book signing or lecture. Otherwise, no one knows much about the man beyond the words in his novels and the requisite headshot on every cover. Even the blurb printed underneath his scowling, bespectacled face, framed by a head of messy curls—

“Oh my God,” said the woman strapped to Hannibal's surgical table, “will you please just kill me already?”

-

Dr. Hannibal Lecter has a thriving psychiatry practice and a not-so-secret obsession; William Graham has an impressive writing career and not a single goddamn clue

DC (Batfamily)

still feel your teeth around my organs by gladioar (deargalileo)

drake isn't getting out of bed. damian doesn't know what to do. thankfully alfred and dick do.

Untamed

See Me, Feel Me (Listening to You) by Ghost_Honey

Letting himself get cursed may not have been the smartest thing Wei Wuxian has ever done, but he'd argue that it’s completely in character. So he should earn some points for consistency, at the very least. Besides, when the spirit had been explaining it, the curse hadn't sounded too bad. Maybe a little bothersome if he underestimated how many people felt strongly about him, but surely, surely, it wouldn't be enough to hamper him in the long run.

Let it be known that Wei Wuxian is an idiot.

Because, when he emerges from the dilapidated husk of the temple, he can't see anyone

Or: Wei Wuxian gets cursed so he can’t see or feel anyone who feels strongly about him and assume this means that the people he cares about actually hate him.

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

🔮The Witcher Masterlist🔮

Smut: 🔥🔥

Fluff: 🌸🌸

Heated Fluff: ⭐️⭐️

Friendly: 🌈

Angst: 🌨️🌨️

💙 Collage

💚 Oneshot

💖 Preference/Headcanon

💜 Quotes

💞 Blurb

Geralt

- Soft Reader 💙🌸

- Biting 💚🔥

Jaskier

- Slave 💚🔥

Yennefer

- Mermaid 💙🌸

[velvetcloxds]

in love with you- send me a character and an au scenario and I'll write a little baby blurb for it

Can I request a Rockstar!Geralt au 🎸 where Geralt is in a rock/heavy metal band with the rest of the witchers, and the reader’s best friend Jaskier plays matchmaker for you and Geralt, when he finds out that you have a crush on him, please? Thank you!

THE WITCHERS | GERALT OF RIVIA

word count: 1.2k

warnings: I mention him swearing but don't actually show it aside for the gif- I enjoyed writing this so much you have no idea

"Move," you groaned, far beyond being friendly as yet another crazed, beyond wild fan attempted to push you out of the way, security was busy at the front of the hall, close to where it led into the backstage area where some of the band members were humoring the fans by waving at them.

You were just barely keeping your sanity as you tried to push through with the bag of takeaway Jaskier had asked you to pick up and bring to the back entrance before the show, the back, which he had conveniently forgotten to mention would be packed with screaming and shoving girls, and boys, and everyone in between, to be fair it was expected, but usually he'd have someone wait at the door to escort you, today you weren't so lucky.

"Get off," you nearly shouted, disbelieved as someone pushed you right into the wall, paying no mind to the pain the action might cause as they held you there, hand scraping the bare brick wall and earning a hiss from your frowning lips as you realized it tore some skin. You were going unnoticed by everyone, you were sure if Lambert took a moment to stop flirting with the girl in front of him he'd have the perfect view of you, but alas, you got lost among the other faces, drowned out by the other voices.

So you started shoving back, acting with the same yet very differently intentioned urgency to shove your way to the front, ignoring every rude comment or recoil until you were almost at the front, pausing only when you realized who was responsible for your lack of escort.

Geralt was standing on the top of the three steps that led into his dressing room, three guards perched in front of him, trying hopelessly to keep people from pushing up the line, everyone fighting for a quick touch, a wave, hell even a passing glance would drive them to unconsciousness. He wasn't doing anything, really, not that he had to, just leaning back against the very wall you'd hurt your hand on, looking down at everyone through his lashes, golden eyes doing nothing to keep them calm as he hid an amused smirk. It was teasing really, seeing how much he could get from them without doing anything at all as he held one hand on his knee with a foot perched against the wall and the other combing through already messy white strands, driving them mad, driving you mad.

"Hey, white wolf!" your voice broke through clearly now, clearer than you'd thought it would, the man in question searching for your eyes instantly, only you knew the little self-proclaimed nicknames Jaskier had given the band members, only you spent enough time with the lot of them to call it out so casually. You smiled, admittedly shyly when he found you, his smirk deepening slightly when you held up your arm to show him the bag in your hands. "You're welcome," you mouthed, no need to shout now that he held you in his gaze, no need to hear it to know he grunted in reply.

As if you'd not endured enough, he paid witness to you once again being guided around by the stream of people, an elbow to the side and a hip trust from the other making you stumble enough to drop the goods, your groan far too dramatic as you bent down to retrieve it in the little space you had. You briefly heard his voice, briefly because as soon as he spoke it egged on a choir of cheers and roars, the excitement only aiding your struggle as you stumbled to the ground and you huffed out a sigh, looking up and around you in defeat. You had no idea why the roaring got even louder until a familiar face appeared in front of you, guards circling the pair of you to make some room.

"You okay?" he demanded, it was loud, a shout that sounded like a whisper due to your surroundings, you managed a nod, vividly aware of the burning glares you received as he grabbed your waist to guide you from the floor, a breach in the circle pushing you taut against his chest. He swore under his breath, shaking his head, rolling his eyes, the full Geralt trifecta as he took the bag into his hand, other hand entwining with yours before he roughly led you to the front. "You should have texted one of us before coming through," he reprimanded lightly once you were safe behind a gate of guards, hand still in his, breath still caught in your throat as he made no effort to put some space between you.

"Jaskier said it was clean back here," you sighed, the guilty party sitting on a chair behind you, not at all bothered by the ordeal you just faced as he looked from you and Geralt's entwined hands to your face with a tooth-rotting smirk and like a bolt of lightning striking through your senses you realized what was going on in that stupid rockstar head of his.

"Jaskier, is an idiot," he grunted and you breathed a laugh, nodding in agreement as you looked down at your other hand, drops of blood tracing your knuckles. Geralt had handed the bag to Lambert in the process, the only thing more important to him than scoring a girl to take to his hotel after the show was food, a bag full of it as he disappeared into the dressing room. "The beasts wounded you," the blonde at your side noted, not even hesitating before taking that hand in his as well, thumb brushing just under the small scrapes as you shrugged.

"Well, I had no witchers to protect me," you quipped in a soft tone, shy, not because he was this big famous rockstar everyone loved, but because he was this big brooding softie that made your knees weak without even trying.

"I see," he was grunting again, a new record, you noted in your head, but it was softer, lighter, more of a caring sound than what he usually used it for. "I think I'll have to keep you at my side for the rest of the night," he offered and you were burning, inside out as the heat rushed to your cheeks because the offer wasn't at all as innocent as he made it out to be, eyes darkened under the hanging lightbulb as he looked at you. "For your safety," he explained and added a shrug, faux sincerity and you rolled your eyes, really just needing to break eye contact.

"Very noble of you."

"Oh, I am all for nobility," and he was leading you away, already going straight for the first aid kit to dress your wounds, making sure you were in fact as close to his side as possible, absolutely devouring the way you melted into him so delicately, so perfectly and he was already thinking of ways to keep you at his side long after tonight.

[toapoet]

moment's silence when my baby puts the mouth on me

hi i've been wanting to post this for like a month and i'm finally happy with it and finally have the courage to post it so if you don't like it please do not tell me i will cry. this is like the second thing i've ever published for this fandom

jaskier x yennefer, modern setting, they're married. he buys her a necklace and they sort of bang on the kitchen counter. title is moment's silence by hozier. alt title was "felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies" because if that isn't the hottest goddamn thing??

i don't know how many words this is

also i have more yennskier stuff in my notes and i might post another little blurb later because i just think it is So Good

x

She doesn’t need to tell him she thinks the necklace is beautiful - he can see it in the way she looks at him from under her lashes and the way she quirks her lips. “Ever the flatterer. Put it on me?”

It’s when Jaskier nimbly takes the clasp and chain from her and lifts his head as she turns around that he thinks - he wants his wife to stay like this forever. Wispy baby hairs curl delicately against the nape of her neck and he does his best to avoid them. He clasps it with only minor difficulty and she lets her hair tumble down in waves, the curls pulled down by the weight of the day. Yennefer turns her face a quarter of the way to look at him over her shoulder. There is a curious but content look in her brown eyes that catches him off guard and snares him all in one. The low lamp light catches the side of her face and illuminates her profile. She waits for him, patiently, and he can see the slope of her nose, the fluttering of an eye, the way she bites the inside of her lip.

Her chest expands as she breathes in the scent of him, and after he’s done arranging her hair across the slope of her shoulders, he can feel her diaphragm expand and contract under his palms.

She bumps her nose against his cheek and Jaskier turns her in his arms so they are flush chest to chest. He wants to wrap himself in her for centuries. He has never loved another person like he loves her, like how he aches for her.

For now, holding her like this in the lamp light of their tiny Soho living room will have to do.

He feels the pleasant press of her breasts against him and reels her in that much closer. He buries his nose in her hair, just behind her ear and warms when her lithe arms clutch at his shoulder blades.

“Fuck, Yennefer.” His eyebrows knit together as she searches his eyes. Her mouth presses against his and she takes his hand, leading him into their small kitchen. She can’t even wait to pull him to their bed; she begins by shedding her fuzzy grey pullover which leaves her in her jeans and black department store bra. Dark curls hang loose over her shoulder and frame her face. Jaskier unzips her fly agonisingly slowly and after her jeans are off, he pulls her by her thighs so that his hips slot perfectly against her pelvis.

Jaskier kneels like a sacrifice at the shrine of her, shifts the pleasant weight of her thighs over his shoulders. She knows that all she has to do is crook her finger, and he would do anything for her, like a puppet on a string.

He caresses the meaty part of her legs with his warm palms and long musician's fingers. He feels her quivering next to his ear, and so he dusts kisses along the soft downy inside. Her musk is overwhelming but he finds he could not pull himself away if he wanted to. Jaskier mouths at her through the fabric of her panties, and she keeps a loose hold of his long hair.

He coaxes her to the peak of her pleasure and drinks in the sight of it under hooded eyelids. When he rises, her kisses her warmly with his hands never leaving her hips. She tastes herself on him faintly and it still astounds her that this quirky, strange, fiercely loyal, and loving man is so willing to cater to her in all the ways that he does.

Yennefer cups his scruffy face in her palms and pulls him close. His hair brushes her cheek as she presses as much warmth as she can into the man she loves. Eventually he breaks for air, but his breaths come out jagged. This is not helped by her taking his hands in her own and tracing the curves of her body with them. Over shoulders, down her breasts, along her sides, and soft belly, and eventually he gets the hint and weaves his many ringed hand under the hem of her panties and down, down, down.

Yennefer locks her ankles behind the small of his back, across the top of his arse and pulls him ever closer. They could use a better angle - an edge of the cookbook they have but never use is digging into her skin somewhere and her head keeps banging against the cabinets when he kisses her. But with him against her like this, she feels rooted to the spot. His muscles, while not perfectly well defined, still show through the thin fabric of his black turtleneck. She thinks he’s probably hot in it but she knows he understands that something low in her gut warms when he presses against her fully clothed like he is, and her almost naked.

She nudges his cheekbone with her nose as he mouths at her neck. Yennefer whimpers as Jaskier's deft fingers brush against her, and she can faintly feel the metal of his many rings pushing against her. Jaskier does something clever with his hand that involves pressing against her clit with his thumb. She doesn’t know she’s biting her lip to repress a moan until Jaskier pulls it free with his other thumb and kisses her. He aims for the centre of her mouth but he rubs, and Yennefer twists her head with a moan and it lands on the corner of her mouth instead.

She knows she doesn’t need to do anything - Yennefer knows he gets off on her pleasure and so she lets herself be pulled under the tide again. She keeps a hand on his forearm and vaguely feels his muscles flex. She rakes her midnight-black manicured nails down his back instead and the air is a mix of their hot, ragged breaths, his head hidden in the safe crook of her neck.

“Come, Julian.” She beckons. Her communion wine-red mouth curves into a smile, ensnaring him even further. A fleck of it stains her teeth and reminds Jaskier that she is in fact human. But his name coming from her lips as she demands his pleasure is divinity itself.

[sailorkamino]

navigation 𖡡

marvel : requests closed ✘

🫧 bucky barnes, layla el-faouly, moon knight system (steven grant/marc spector/jake lockley), natasha romanoff, steve rogers, wanda maximoff

~still working on updating links so some won't work

star wars : requests open ✔︎

🫧 cody, crosshair, echo, fives, fox, gregor, hunter, howzer, rex, tech, wolffe, wrecker + delta squad (boss, fixer, scorch, sev)

the witcher : requests open ✔︎

🫧 geralt, jaskier

~no masterlist yet

cod modern warfare : requests open ✔︎

🫧 john "soap" mactavish, simon "ghost" riley

~no masterlist yet

🫧 this blog is for fix it fics so all characters are alive and happy in my canon (no thanos, no order 66, etc.)

🫧 i will write smut (gn or afab reader) but these kinks are hard no's: blood, dub/non con, weapons

🫧 other things i won't write about: cheating, dark fics, eating disorders, main character death, sad endings, self harm

🫧 if you send me a request i'll write you a blurb/headcannons, not a full fic

🫧 my ongoing fics are a set of one shots rather than a linear story

🫧 i have adhd so don't expect a consistent upload schedule :)

[saltyseagoat83]

WIP GAME

RULES: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by @purplehazed-h. Sorry it took so long for me to reply, dearest. <3

Most of my WIPs are Stranger Things related but I have a couple of others going

Holding Out For A Hero [Steve Harrington/plus size OC lady - Robin's cousin]

The Unnamed Feeling [Billy Hargrove/ plus size OC lady]

Life Is Ours, We Live It Our Way [Eddie Munson/Nancy Wheeler]

Extroverts and Introverts [Eddie Munson/plus size OC lady]

I Think I Dreamed You Into Life [Steve Harrington/OC lady - Hopper's niece, single mom]

Running Away, Running Toward [Eddie Munson/Chrissy Cunningham]

How It Should Have Been [Eddie Munson/Chrissy Cunningham AU with Chrissy's parents not being POS's]

Untitled Gareth/Eleven fic

Untitled Billy Hargrove/Chrissy Cunningham fic

Untitled Steve Harrington/Chrissy Cunningham fic

Untitled Jonathan Byers/OC besties fic

Untitled Henry Creel/OC lady fic

Untitled Yennefer/Jaskier fic [The Witcher]

Untitled Tolya/OC fic [Grishaverse]

Not sure I'll match the number, but here go the (as always, obligation-free) tags, and apologies for any duplicates: @munson-blurbs @ghost-proofbaby @hopsgirl @imyourdaninow @1lostsoul0fishbowl @pearlypairings @lavendermunson @wynnyfryd @acowardinmordor @chrrymunson @stalactitekilla @deathbecomesthem

[kiaraintheforest]

greetings! i'm kiara, and you can find me in a forest at any given time. im a 21 year old south african/indian fantasy writer & artist. i often feel less like a human and more like a species of fungi you'd find feeding off of the nutrients on dead wood. the reminder that tolkien was also south african is what wakes me up in the morning and encourages me to write another page.

some other random facts about me next to cute emojis:

🐌 im super into dark earth/eco goth/forest academia juxtaposed with advanced tech & gadgets - think: mushrooms blooming from a rat carcass behind an arcade, or E-books about the anatomy of vampire bats, or misty glass terrariums at a cafe, or wizard instagram influencers 📗 im currently reading: the witcher books series. (jaskier is basically my husband) 🍃 im an insect collector, god of terrariums, forager, lover of fae 🏹 my gender is the open skies (she/they)

📜i have a bsc computer science

🌙 i am a massive linguistics nerd (fluent in english & hindi) - currently learning mandarin & latin on duolingo

🎨 i paint and sell my artwork!

🍄 i believe mushrooms will save the world

🐚 my socials: instagram, youtube, wattpad

all my stories are written from the perspective of Thug; he's a hybrid creature, the only one of his kind, who has lost his memories and was rescued by my alter ego Polkadot. he's thus indebted to her for life and joins her on all her quests to collect stories.

1. The Polkadot Files (Karma series)

genre: adventure, fantasy, mystery

blurb: An anthology of short stories exposing the truth about the fairytales you were told.

key words: unreliable narrator; time travel; space travel

number of books: 1, short story collection, ongoing

2. The House of Slyspore

genre: low fantasy, gothic, urban fantasy

blurb: This story isn’t a ‘big’ story. It doesn’t have world ending, the-destruction-of-life-as-we-know-it stakes. That already happened. This story involves a found family whose deaths happen to be entangled with each other. It starts with a Necromancer and an Assassin taking turns on the same victim.

key words & tropes: found family; lesbians; enemies to lovers; gender fluid main character; queer characters; anti capitalism themes; post apocalyptic; zombies & ghosts; necromancer, and lots of death themes

number of books: 1, ongoing, current project

3. The Polkadot Files (Kaal series)

genre: adventure, mystery, fantasy

blurb: After playing the role of her assistant for centuries, Thug is only now beginning to question his boss's identity. She is an immortal and has lived countless lives across dimensions, planets, and worlds, that much he knew. But after a mysterious quest to a snowy mountain, he begins unraveling a truth that is larger than the multiverse itself.

keywords & tropes: memory loss; pirates; time travel; space travel; unreliable narrator; multiverse

number of books: 1, completed

4. The Clans of the Skye & Sea

genre: high fantasy; epic fantasy

blurb: Faeries occupy the Skye. Mermaids inhabit the Sea. They had one rule: never cross territories.

keywords & tropes: enemies to lovers; faeries; mermaids; intense worldbuilding; romance; stockholm syndrome

number of books: 3

5. Enchanted High

genre: children's fantasy

blurb: a high school for all sorts of magic folk. (i wrote this when i was 12)

keywords & tropes: magical school; intense worldbuilding; romance; everything from werewolves to mermaids to goblins and technopaths

number of books: 7 planned (2 completed, 1 ongoing)

6. Non-Binary

genre: scifi, fantasy, queer main character

blurb: Preeti Singh is a computer science and mathematics college major. She has programmed an artificial intelligence that gives her "abilities" using the extraordinary powers of advanced math to protect Joy City. However, she is gender fluid, and with the AI she realizes she can change her appearance to that of a male whenever she wants. Her male alter ego - dubbed Calculator-Man by the news reporters in the city - becomes known as a superhero. That's when things get bizarre. Once peaceful Joy City becomes home for sorcery wars, aliens, infinity, and 3am thoughts during lunch.

keywords & tropes: computer science & math; superhero; gender fluid MC; interdimensional travel; aliens; time travel; tragic ending

number of books: trilogy planned (1 completed)

thanks for reading. feel free to add me to your writeblr tag list! have a mushroom for your journey 🍄

your loyal scribe,

kiara.

[blushstories]

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

i invite anyone to request, whether it's plucked from the air like a cherry blossom in spring or whittled into a polished storyline, so long as it is kept in mind that requests are for blurbs, rather than oneshots <3 details below!

characters:

⤷ geralt of rivia

⤷ jaskier

⤷ bucky barnes

⤷ steve rogers

⤷ loki laufeyson

⤷tasm!peter parker

⤷ moon boys; steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley

⤷ steve harrington

⤷ eddie munson

⤷ billy butcher

⤷ arthur morgan

thinking about adding (if demand proves to exist): ⤷marauders

please specify gn!reader/fem!reader in your requests <3

i won't write:

→ gore/super dark themes → pregnant!reader → parent fics(at least not yet anyway) → explicit smut → cheating

that's all from the top of my head, but I must reserve the right to not fulfil a request if i feel uncomfortable

I think this goes without saying, but as my fics are x reader, I will not be describing physical attributes and any relation to characters in fics (i.e cousin, sister, etc) will be adopted.

short and sweet is easier for me to take some creative liberties and craft an effective blurb!

and also, please be nice in my inbox! i am a human behind this blog, so please be considerate of everything that comes with that <3 please and thank you go a long way :]

thanks for reading and/or requesting! much love to you. any questions, jump into my inbox !

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (6-12 Nov 2022)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😍👂‍The Monsters We Defy (Leslye Penelope, author; Shayna Small, narrator) - book blurb: "A woman able to communicate with spirits must assemble a ragtag crew to pull off a daring heist to save her community in this timely and dazzling historical fantasy that weaves together African American folk magic, history, and romance." and let me tell you how much I LOVED this. Love a heist. Love a SUPERNATURAL heist. Love a prickly female protagonist. Just a really fun, satisfying story!

😊The Case of the Undiscovered Corpse (An Alasdair and Toby and Cambridge Fellows Mystery #1) (Charlie Cochrane) - the 'mystery' solution is nonsensical & convoluted but that's not really the point, it's just the macguffin so two sets of amateur sleuths can team up and since I love all the characters I ain't mad about it. What I love most is seeing J&O as elder statesmen, still living their HEA after 50 years.

🥰Stop @’ing Me (It’s Giving me Anxiety) (isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)) - really fun SMAU with music star Stiles and music YTer Derek. Really good characterizations, fun banter, Pringles discourse, absolutely zero realism about how their respective industries function, as the fanfic gods intend. Plus there's lots of great mocked up SM images and original songs BUT what I truly love most is that this author did an entirely duplicate version of the fic WITHOUT images for accessiblity. Fantastic.

💖💖 +88K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

I love you with my fingers on your sleeping hand (spectreink91) - The Witcher: Geraskier, 7K - reread - good modern 2nd chance romance AU with horse breeder Geralt and pop singer Jaskier

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Ghosts - s2, e6-7

Doctor Who - s13, e7-8

Abbott Elementary - s2, e1-7

Living Single - s1, e5-6

M*A*S*H - s1, e17

Weird: The Al Yankovic Story - which was as delightfully & surrealistically nonsensical as one could hope

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Strong Songs - Pink Floyd: The Dark Side of the Moon

Vibe Check - The House Is Burning

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Laguna Del Diamante

Switched on Pop - The Sound of Sapphism

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Wren’s Nest

Still Processing - Summer Renaissance

Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - Found in Translation

Richmond Til We Die: A Ted Lasso Podcastz - Ted Lasso S2E10: Funerals Are So Weird

99% Invisible #514 - Train Set: Track Two

Ologies with Alie Ward - Discard Anthropology (GARBAGE) with Robin Nagle

One Year Plus - 1942: The Info Wars of World War II

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Moving Monuments with the Places Team

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Lena Hall's Obsessions

Doctor Who Series 13 - Flux (Original Television Soundtrack)

'60s Folk Rock

Essential New Wave

Buena Vista Social Club

An Evening With Silk Sonic [Silk Sonic]

Presenting Blue Öyster Cult

Electronic Film Scores

Songs From Animated Movies

"Weird Al" Yankovic

Classical Focus

[restless-witch]

varieties of exile - geraskier in drabbles - pt 8

Witcher 3 + Netflix / This part is rated T for violence / Incomplete

Hey ya’ll! This immediately follows part 7 (you can read it here) but I’ve included the last blurb to set the scene if you haven’t // y’all are right, Ciri’s a biter

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Jaskier swept over to the bed, Geralt abruptly rolling over as Jaskier went to worm out a coin purse Ciri hadn't even felt out of the pillow and neatly going back when Jaskier turned back to grab a rod from a set of staves on the wall. He looked over the room again and gave Ciri a wan smile, "I shouldn't be more than three hours, look as you like," he went back to the door and knocked by a switch on the wall, "flip this if you hear someone Geralt, it'll close the shutters." Jaskier didn't wait for a response and left, locking the door behind him.

"Told you. Nothing with a book on top-"

"- you knew he was there," Ciri said accusingly.

"I didn't tell," Geralt rumbled fondly.

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It's nearing midmorning when Ciri can hear the rest of what must be the caravan leaving, she thinks. It's hard to tell because the only currently unshuttered windows were by the eaves and the light was coming through the trees and she couldn't remember if Vesemir said the reflected light bounced up or down. The days blurred for a while but she knew it was close to Mabon when the sun rose close to 6 and it was certainly at least a few hours after. This part of tracking wasn't her strong suit but, she started pacing the little wagon, she wondered if it should be because she had no idea how long the bard had been gone.

Well, that's not exactly true. In her experience, all the witchers had an uncanny ability to wake up precisely when they needed to and Ciri had no doubts that Geralt would wake up if Jaskier had been gone longer than he said he would. Especially if it meant Jaskier was going to betray them. 

She was not yet tall enough to stare through the windows without stacking the chests, which would surely disturb Geralt and she was reluctant to do so. He wouldn't snap at her but she knew he hadn't really rested in weeks and couldn't stand the thought of how guilty she'd feel when his eyes snapped open and asked if she was alright.

And he was sleeping. Quite deeply. (Did he forget Jaskier locked them in here? Or was he betting on hearing the door unlock?) He laid flat on his back, not even facing the door, and his chest silently rose and fell with steady breaths. She could probably count them for an exact measure of time if she wanted to. His steel sword was in arm's reach, right on the ledge of the headboard, and the silver sword was carefully wrapped in its sheath by the wall. Something about it was off but she couldn't put her finger on it yet or maybe she was being paranoid because she was pacing and poking around a little wagon they were locked into by a-bard-she'd-once-called-dear but hadn't-seen-in-ages while Geralt slept like he'd eaten a whole piglet (which she'd only seen once but "piglet naps" were the source of more than a few jokes at Kaer Morhen).

When she pressed her ear to the wall, she could hear the swell of chattering and wheels and animals and music. She knew Geralt could hear more even as he slept: Yennefer assured her that as she became more attuned to her chaos she would naturally cast out her senses and be on par with the witchers if not more, but as it was she was unnerved Geralt wasn't awake to tell her what was going on outside.

Ciri could tell they were in some kind of clearing- the sounds coming through clearly unmuffled by trees or from great heights or depths- which made sense for a wagon to be stopped in. She could hear the nickering of a few horses and a pair of bleating goats but couldn't put a number on the human voices: she'd heard at least a dozen laughing some time ago but the sounds of people and animals had calmed when the first wagon left. She kept her ear there and counted Geralt's breaths; after 372, the clearing seemed to be empty of the other wagons though she was fairly certain she could still hear at least two horses nearby. Hopefully Roach and probably the... gelding (was it a gelding?) that Jaskier mentioned. Was the plan for them to travel for a while? Did he think Roach could be yoked? That was a fool's errand if she ever heard of one. Roach was Geralt's mount on the Path and barely submitted to hauling supplies by herself for the winter.

She wondered if the bard was armed. She wouldn't have thought him handy with a weapon but appearances weren't everything and she found many more weapons in the wagon then she would have thought: a mismatched set of (blunt) juggling knives artfully displayed among the instruments strapped to the walls, most of a quiver of arrows in a cabinet along with some tools (an ax, a light mallet, and chisel which could also be weapons) though she couldn't find the bow they were used with, a few sewing needles of varying lengths and widths, a pair of cooking knives, and a pair of rather elegant hardwood staves on the back wall. Though it pains her a little to do so: she does not look through the chests or the drawers with books stacked on top of them. If the bard is really still a friend, she reasons, then he would understand why Ciri itches to uncover everything about him- if he really is trustworthy and helpful then he'll know Ciri's had the safe and the calm break too many times to think the secrets in this damned wagon couldn't hurt her. She doesn't rifle through them though. She's wary Geralt will hear her move the books or smell her trepidation and wake up from his well-earned rest.

Now that she thinks about it, Jaskier does have the shorter rod he took with him when he ducked back in. She thinks he wore shoes and not boots: she padded over to the foot of the bed where her boots were neatly folded over. If the pose wasn't enough to confirm Geralt set them there, she slipped her hand in the right boot and fished out the dagger he had her carry. She pulled her boots on and carefully set the dagger in place as she tied the laces. 

From the floor she looked again and spotted Jaskier's boots under the table. She shook them out, once, twice. She put them back under the table. She reached for them again, there could have been a false bottom- a knife in the heel. She ran her fingers over the thick heels (nothing) then reluctantly put her hands in his boots and felt the familiar imprint of a dagger on sole and calf on both boots- though she found none matching the size or shape in the wagon. Maybe he lost the daggers, though she couldn't think of how without losing his boots as well. Perhaps he was robbed, though she suspected pulling two knives would deter most brigands he'd encounter.

Two daggers and a rod wouldn't normally be much of a threat but until the door was unlocked and opened: anything that happened would be close quarters fighting. Geralt could swing his sword, though not easily. They'd have better luck with their knives. Most of the furniture was built into the wagon so there wasn't a well-sized chair she could use as a shield if it came down to it. She knew Geralt would hesitate to cast any of his signs: too likely to cause the wagon to collapse around them. He could use axii, she supposed, but he would have to be quick. That she was less sure of. Geralt would surely wake when the door was unlocked but Jaskier was probably as tall as him, it was hard to tell in the confined space, but she guessed it would only take him 4-5 paces to cross over to Geralt. That could be short enough if Geralt didn't immediately cast the sign. 

She paced a little longer then hauled the saddle bags into the back corner- or was it considered the front corner of a wagon as the door was opposite the horses? She would have to ask Vesemir that one. She methodically went through the bags: counting out Geralt's potions and measuring out how long their food could stretch. She had a spare shift, some stockings, and small clothes that Geralt always kept in his pack for her now, which was a blessing as Yennefer had taken the mare with Ciri's parcels. She left Geralt's clothing untouched though she wondered if they were back to the days where she wore his spare shirts as a shift and wore his socks folded over the tops of her boots. 

She heard the door unlocking, looked at Geralt's impossibly slow roll in the bed- her spine coils before she even thinks it and she's sinking her teeth into the bard before he can blink.

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A/N- Encouragement and kind words will always make me more excited to write stuff <3 and feel free to dash off a message to me! I haven’t really made any friends in the fandom yet :3c

Thanks for reading, friends!

Rough and tumble ragged drafts on tumblr here: actual fic varieties of exile

Polished chapters on ao3 here: Varieties of Exile

[dreaming-about-fanfictions]

Aww!! 😍 I absoLUTEly LOVE the beautiful moodboard and blurb you did for Jaskier x Princess!Reader!! Thank you SO much!! 😘

Akdjajsjajd thank you!! This means the world to me, thank you 🥰🧡