#ler!geralt

[xieyaohuan]

A Love-Hate Relationship (Squealing Santa 2k22)

A/N: Happy holidays, @amazingmsme! Hope you enjoy the fic! Big thanks to @hypahticklish for hosting this year's @squealing-santa (it's my first)!

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer

Prompt: Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer Geralt/Jaskier Jaskier/Yennefer ~Jaskier accidentally lets it slip that he likes being tickled & they take advantage ~ Geralt & Yennefer have fun bullying their favorite bard & turning him into a giggly puddle

Word count: ca. 1400

It’s early in the morning when Jaskier wakes up.

He yawns, stretching his arms above his head as he exits the tent. The air is crisp, and he can feel the grass crunching underneath his boots.

Geralt and Yennefer are already outside, sitting in front of the fire, warming their hands, drinking tea.

“Good morning!” Jaskier announces. “Another beautiful day!”

Geralt grunts something unintelligible that sounds suspiciously like “Morning.” He looks grim as usual, but Jaskier has known him long enough to know how to read his face; he’s in a better mood than most days.

Yennefer is scowling at Jaskier from underneath the hood drawn deep into her face, her hands wrapped around a cup of tea. Do you ever shut up, bard? Her eyes say.

“Good morning to you as well. Did you have sweet dreams?” Jaskier gives her his most cheerful smile. “I slept wonderfully,” he continues without waiting for a reply he knows won’t come — Yennefer is not a morning person.

He trudges over to Geralt, who is stirring the fire with a stick.

“What are your plans for today? Kill a koshchey? Slay a striga?” Jaskier is hardly paying any attention to the steady trickle of words pouring out of him like a waterfall. “Banish a banshee? Mangle a mamune? Tickle a kikimora?”

Geralt tears his eyes away from the fire, glaring at him. “I wasn’t tickling that kikimora,” he grunts.

Jaskier grins. He’ll never get tired of reminding his friend that his fight with the monster just a few days ago certainly looked like a tickle fight.

“Oh, but would you like to though?” He asks. He just can’t resist; Geralt is too easy to tease.

Geralt exhales forcefully, not dignifying his question with a reponse.

“Or perhaps you’d like to be tickled by a kikimora?” Jaskier offers. “Perhaps some other monster? Oh let me guess-“

“Don’t like getting tickled,” Geralt cuts him off gruffly.

“What?” The bard feigns shock. “You don’t like being tickled? That’s unheard of.”

Geralt only scowls at him in response, but Yennefer looks up, suddenly interested in the one-sided conversation that annoyed her so much just minutes ago, her deep purple eyes meeting Jaskier’s. “So you like being tickled?” She asks, and Jaskier swears there’s a hint of a smile on her face.

“Of course I like being tickled! Everyone likes being tickled,” he proclaims, perhaps a bit too carelessly, he thinks in hindsight.

“You do?” She gets up, taking a step towards him.

Jaskier gulps. He’s only now noticing the look in her eyes, that dark, amused sparkle that suggests she’s not trying to make polite conversation with her question.

He can feel his cheeks blushing slightly. “Maybe… just… just a little bit?” He ventures, shrinking back as she takes another step towards him.

The truth is, Jaskier has a love-hate relationship with tickling. He’s so ticklish it’s invariably unbearable while it’s happening, but he’s also irresistibly drawn to the thought of somebody’s hands dancing over his helpless body, finding all his sweet spots, making him laugh uncontrollably until all he can do is beg them for mercy.

“Hmm,” Yenn says. “Just a little… I see.”

“I… I think I better go… feed Roach! Yeah, yeah, I gotta feed Roach, he’s not had breakfast yet, I bet he’s really hungry, wouldn’t want to let him starve, would we,” Jaskier awkwardly attempts to change the topic. He’s trying to squeeze past Yennefer, but his legs have turned to pudding.

Perhaps it’s because he’s dealing with an ancient mage thrice his age who likes power just a little too much and has a loose moral compass around wielding her own. Or perhaps, it’s just her eyes and the thought of what awaits him next that are freezing him in place. All Jaskier knows is that he can’t move, and it’s beginning to dawn on him that, perhaps, just perhaps he has made a mistake with his overly honest admission.

“He likes being tickled. Did you hear that, Geralt?” Yennefer is beaming, all the morning grumpiness wiped off her face, replaced by a devious smile.

Geralt looks up, rolling his eyes. “It was hard to miss.”

Her smile is getting wider. “I say we should verify.”

Before Jaskier fully realizes what is happening, she has pushed him to the ground, straddling him. He tries to wiggle out from underneath her, but she’s effortlessly pinning him in place with just her knees.

“Oh, damn.” He chuckles nervously. “I’d completely forgotten that you’re so much stronger than you look.”

Yenn does not respond, but her hands are hovering over his stomach, wiggling slightly, and just seeing those hands is turning Jaskier to jelly.

“Wait, wait, wait!” He wails. “I’m not ready! I’m not-”

Before he can get out another word, she’s attacked his sides.

Jaskier lets out an involuntary eeeeeek, trying to suppress the giggles welling up inside of him as her hands move down and start squeezing his hips.

When Yennefer unbuttons his doublet and pulls up his shirt, scribbling her fingers directly over his exposed skin, he can’t hold back anymore.

It’s just too much.

Jaskier throws his head back and starts laughing. All his efforts to fend off her hands are failing. She’s too fast for him, her fingers alternating between tickling his stomach, his ribs, his sides.

“Help!” Jaskier manages between bouts of laughter. “Geralt, help! Help me!”

He knows he’s made another mistake when he catches a glimpse of his friend’s face. Instead of telling Yennefer to cut it out so he can continue to drink his tea and stare into the distance in peace, Geralt gets up and walks over slowly.

He grabs Jaskier’s wrists and pins his arms above his head effortlessly with just one hand, leaving his other hand free to-

“Nohohohh,” Jaskier squeals. “No, no, no, NO! Wait!”

His protestations are falling on deaf ears as Geralt’s hand starts dancing over his belly, finding Jaskier’s most sensitive spots with surprising ease, the bard’s pleas drowned out by hysterical laughter.

“I think we have a sweet spot riiiight here!” Yennefer is digging her fingers into his lower ribs while Geralt is pulling up his arms up, stretching him until he can't move a muscle, and somehow, that’s making the tickling so much worse.

Being immobile and so completely at the mercy of his friends is doing something to Jaskier’s brain, making him panic, screaming at him to escape at all cost, his dignity be damned.

“Alright, alright!” He cries between giggles. “Please! Plea-plea-pleheahease!!”

“Please what? ‘Please don’t stop?’ ‘Please tickle me some more?’” Yennefer is pinching his thighs, sending jolts through his entire body, making sure that all that comes out of Jaskier’s mouth is more desperate laughter.

“Hmmm…” Geralt hums, his face still a mask. “I think you do like getting tickled.” He turns his head to Yenn. “What do you think? Is he enjoying it?”

“Oh, just look at him,” Yennefer says, laughing now, “he’s loving it!”

Jaskier can feel his face flush, and it’s not just from all the uncontrollable giggling and squirming. He is loving it, in a twisted kind of way, but there’s also something about hearing those words said out loud that’s making him flustered.

“I’m sorry!” He squeals, not quite sure what he’s even apologizing for — teasing Geralt a little too often? Talking too much? Being so deadly ticklish? “I’m sohohohohorry!”

“Oh, are you now?” Finally, there’s a smirk on Geralt’s face, and between fits of helpless laughter, Jaskier can’t help but feel proud to have made his friend smile.

They take turns pinning and tickling him until Jaskier can’t tell up from down and left from right.

“Stop!” He cries, his legs kicking helplessly. “Mercy! Mehehehehehercy!”

“But I thought you liked it so much,” Yennefer teases. “Why would you want us to stop?”

***

When they finally do stop what feels like hours later, Jaskier collapses on the ground, gasping for air.

He’s still panting minutes later when Geralt and Yennefer have returned to the fire and resumed drinking their tea, but there’s a content smile on his face. “I can see why you won that tickle fight the other day, Geralt,” Jaskier calls. “That kikimora didn’t stand a chance.”

Geralt glares at him, but then his glower turns into a mischievous grin. “Oh, you do love it, don’t you?”

“Nononono wait no wait wait!” Jaskier squeals as Geralt pins him to the ground, attacking his ticklish belly once more.

It’s only the morning, and it looks like it’s going to be a long day.

[august-anon]

Shared Spoils

TickleTober 2022, Day 4: Reward

djfhkdjf didnt edit this one either folks i dont have the time and energy for that lol

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Fandom: Witcher

Ship(s): Geraskier

Characters (lee/ler): Switch!Jaskier/Switch!Geralt

Word Count: 526 words

Summary: Geralt sat through the entire music competition without making a fuss. Jaskier thought he deserved a prize for that.

[ao3]

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Geralt had been so patient. He’d sat in the heat all day, he’d listened to all those abysmal performances by Jaskier’s competition, and he’d been suitably proud when Jaskier (rightfully) came out of the music competition in first place.

Which meant that Geralt had earned his promised reward.

Jaskier was glad they had gotten a room on the first floor of the inn, this time, because he only hesitated long enough to set down his lute before he rushed Geralt, prepared for a tackle. Of course, Jaskier couldn’t realistically hope to take down a witcher on his own. Geralt easily swept him up and pushed him toward the ground, both of them landing with a thud on the pelt – was that bearskin? Must have been expensive – that covered the cracked wooden planks below.

“Really, lark?”

Jaskier grinned up at him. “I did promise you something nice, didn’t I?”

“Your promised ‘reward’ is a poorly executed attack?”

“Of course not!” Jaskier scoffed, then let his grin take over once more. “Your reward, my dear witcher, is a good, old fashioned tickle fight.”

Geralt raised an eyebrow. “A tickle fight.”

“Yes! Something to help you get out all that pent-up energy from the day, it’ll make you smile and laugh, break through all those brooding scowls of yours.” Jaskier pouted, batting his eyes. “Come on Geralt. It’ll be fun!”

Geralt huffed, and Jaskier thought that was it, that Geralt would refuse and Jaskier would have to come up with something else to make it up to him with. It wouldn’t have been the worst thing, he already had a few ideas lined up if it happened, but Jaskier was really hoping that Geralt would take the bait. After all, he’d won the competition. He deserved a bit of a reward himself for that, didn’t he?

And just when Jaskier thought that Geralt was going to heft himself up and go do… whatever witchers did to pass the time (sword polishing, probably. Geralt did a lot of sword polishing – and not the fun kind), Jaskier suddenly found himself with ten fingers squeezing into the muscles of his stomach and sides. He yelped out a startled, strangled little sound before tumbling into laughter, pushing weakly at Geralt’s hands.

“I wasn’t ready!” He cried out. “Geralt, you cheat!”

“You attacked first,” Geralt said. “I’m just defending myself.”

Jaskier growled through his laughter. Fine, if that was how it was gonna be…

He pushed forward against the hands, using all his willpower to sit up despite his urge to curl up in a ball and laugh his heart out, and made his own attack. Unlike Geralt’s strategy, Jaskier knew he couldn’t work his way up to Geralt’s weak points, not if he wanted to have a chance at winning. So instead, he swiftly maneuvered his hands up and into Geralt’s armpits, scribbling and scrabbling away. Distracted by his own efforts, Geralt broke into quiet laughter immediately, not fighting it off the way he usually did.

No matter the outcome of this fight, Jaskier had only one hope: that they wouldn’t get kicked out of the inn due to their volume, this time.

[sunny-117]

So I have new ideas for fics💕

And you can choose wich one I will write first.

I will write all of them of course. But as I said... you will choose the order💕✨️

Love you all by the way~💖

[verynickelpizzarascal]

I love your Witcher fics @august-anon, so I had to draw it, sorry.

[fairylibrary]

A vida, porém, é assim mesmo: nenhum amor é eterno. Mas nós, apesar de tudo, queremos sobreviver.

O Último Desejo: A Saga do Bruxo Geralt de Rívia - Andrzej Sapkowski 

[fanficsandfluff]

ok wait

did I imagine a lee!geralt fic?

like am I going crazy?

I can’t find it in any tags and it’s not in my likes. But I feel like I definitely read a lee!geralt and ler!jaskier fic

What the hell

someone help me out

[euinsisto]

O Sangue dos Elfos foi a leitura que finalmente me fez perceber que eu fiz o certo em continuar essa série (duvidei por muitos momentos), já que os livros anteriores não me trouxeram o que eu esperava, sem contar o formato, que agora sim está me agradando.

Geralt está tentando prevenir que coisas que todos dizem que irão com certeza acontecer, aconteça, e com isso ele teima em não aceitar que uma guerra está por vir, mas parece que ele não poderá fugir disso por muito tempo.

✨ Resenha completa: https://euinsisto.com.br/o-sangue-dos-elfos-a-saga-do-bruxo-geralt-de-rivia-3-andrzej-sapkowski/ ✨

📚📙📘📗📚📓📕📔

[tio-trile]

Second Jaskier and Geralt animatic that I made (and by “Jaskier and Geralt animatic” I mean “Jaskier singing annoyingly and Geralt keeping completely silent” again), and as I said in my YouTube description, yes, I am fully aware this is an once-ler song, don’t @ me 

[amazingmsme]

Looking through my prompts that I have & would anyone be willing to send a more detailed prompt to get the juices flowing? I always kinda feel guilty when I write more simple prompts asking for specific characters cause idk if there’s a certain scenario people wanna see. Cause even tho it is a prompt I just feel like I’m being self indulgent like usual

So does anyone have a ler!caleb widowgast fic they wanna see?

Or lee!yennefer with ler!geralt?

[august-anon]

His Own Medicine

Tickletober 2022, Day 19: Revenge [LATE]

i hate this one! i am very tired and i do not think i did very well lol. I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

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Fandom: The Witcher

Ship(s): Geraskier

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Jaskier/Ler!Geralt

Word Count: 214 words

Summary: Geralt thinks it's high time Jaskier got a taste of his own medicine.

[ao3 link]

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Jaskier was getting way too damn cocky. Frankly, it was probably Geralt’s fault for letting him get away with too much, but– well, honestly, Geralt kind of liked him cocky. The pleased smile, the tilt of his hips, the light in his eyes, the way his scent filled out with his satisfied confidence.

But maybe he was getting a bit too bold, with the way Geralt had been holding off on retaliation. He couldn’t keep getting away with all his “sneak” attacks without repercussions. But thankfully, Geralt knew how to push Jaskier’s buttons just as well as Jaskier pushed his.

Which was how they wound up with Jaskier pinned firmly to the shitty, straw-stuffed mattress of the backwater inn they had rented for the night. Hopefully with staying in such a shithole, there weren’t too many people to complain about the noise, because the sounds leaving Jaskier’s mouth were borderline deafening.

He howled and cackled, kicking furiously behind Geralt, half-heartedly pretending to shove at Geralt’s hands tormenting his waist. Briefly, Geralt wondered how much he could truly count this as revenge when Jaskier was so clearly enjoying it, but ultimately he brushed it off. It wasn’t like he hated the reverse either.

And he still had a lot to make up for, after all.

[syren-cursed]

I’m a savage - sassy, moody, nasty

Nome: Sofía M. Cormac-Kemp Idade: 18 anos Alinhamento: neutra-mocinha Faceclaim: Maria Rodrigues Filiação: Mira Cormac ( @syren-cursed ) & Geralt Kemp ( @witchyhunter )

Detalhes:

Seu nome significa sabedoria, seu segundo nome significa literalmente “mar e sol” mas ela nunca o fala para ninguém. Ele provavelmente só é trazido à tona quando um de seus pais está furioso e a chama pelo nome completo “Sofía Marisol Cormac-Kemp!”

A tripulação do Syren’s Wraith costumava chama-la de “little cap” quando era mais nova, mas quando ela começou a crescer e se desenvolver como pessoa, cada um criou seu próprio apelido. “Chefinha”, “trouble”, “swirl”, “andorinha” e “little syren” são alguns deles. Seus amigos a chamam de CK.

Headcannons

Mira não sabia inicialmente que estava grávida. Com a sua flexibilidade moral para conseguir aquilo que é o melhor na sua percepção, ela voltou suas atenções para o que era seu foco desde o princípio: voltar para seu navio e tripulação. Como fez um acordo com os mocinhos, ela conseguiu o The Syren’s Wraith de volta, assim como sua tripulação para comercializar entre os reinos de forma quase legalizada. Estava do outro lado do mundo quando descobriu que estava grávida do seu amigo colorido @witchyhunter. Quando a garota tinha dois anos, Mira finalmente atracou novamente na costa para apresentar a filha ao pai.

Too good for the bad and too bad for the good, é esperta demais para se colocar definitivamente contra um dos lados. Sofía tem a influência de ambos os pais em seus princípios, mas é muito livre, passional e provocadora, em especial por ter crescido no navio com a mãe. Assim como ela, é muito dona de si, pode ser agressiva e grosseira, mas muito charmosa e simpática quando deseja. A simpatia foi algo que herdou do pai, e seu sorriso é fácil e difícil de resistir.

É muito perceptiva e observadora, consegue ler o ambiente como ninguém, mas nem sempre age em conformidade, até porque qual é a graça da vida se não tiver um pouco de caos?

Sua mira para armas de modo geral é incrível, algo que tanto Mira quanto Geralt afirmam ter sido a pessoa de quem ela herdou. Boatos que as competições em família são amplamente conhecidas pela tripulação, familiares e conhecidos - nunca se sabe se as coisas vão dar muito certo ou muito errado.

Gosta muito do mar e se sente em casa nele, tendo crescido principalmente com a mãe, embora Mira tenha feito questão de atracar com muito mais frequência para que Sofía pudesse crescer com a presença do pai.

Com medo que a filha tenha herdado a intolerância ao açúcar do pai, Mira controla muito os doces que Sofía come, algo que já se tornou assunto de diversas discussões até porque Mira adora um doce, mas nunca deixa que a filha coma.

É apaixonada pelo céu e as estrelas, que são ainda mais bonitas vistas do convés em alto mar, sabe se localizar apenas pelas constelações e sabe todas as suas lendas e nomes. Adora ouvir as histórias de @flyingshipsx e já virou uma excelente contadora ela mesma, já tendo inclusive entrado em certas situações porque consegue mentir de forma plena e de cara lavada.

Sassy & Feminist, muito dona de si e o terror das mocinhas que só o que almejam é casar com um príncipe. Não abaixa a cabeça para ninguém e menos ainda para macho, o que as vezes gera discussões que ela NÃO tem medo de assumir e instigar.

Se dá muito bem com os filhos dos piratas e cresceram juntos em razão da proximidade dos pais. Suas madrinhas são Scylla ( @smeeagull ) e Hyacinth ( @koreycinth ).

Conexões

Um de seus melhores amigos é Dearil, filho de Perséfone e Tânatos, mas a melhor palavra é ride or die. Como o rapaz é afilhado de sua mãe e Hyacinth é uma de suas madrinhas, cresceram convivendo e estão sempre juntos no caos.

Uma de suas melhores amigas também é afilhada de sua mãe e cresceram juntas se encontrando com frequência visto que Charybdis é filha de Scylla, sua madrinha, e também pirata.

Lee Tae Hyun (filho de Taeyeon e Harmony) é quase seu irmão de outras mães, eles se amam e se provocam em iguais medidas. O rapaz vive trançando seu cabelo com flores. 

Pode ser vista sempre com Simbelmynë (filha de Perséfone e Tânatos), (…) [ABERTO]

Todo mundo sabe que ela e Julian (filho de Dante e Lorelai) se gostam, mas ela é realmente filha da mãe e tenta se enganar ao máximo, provocando e nunca finalmente admitindo para o garoto o que sente.

Se dá bem com suas meia-irmãs por parte de pai, mas vive provocando dizendo que sabe ser a favorita de Geralt.

[ABERTO]

[wendimydarling]

Hi Wendi, what do you think henry and his fellow characters would tie the reader up with so they can tickle her mercilessly? 😇

Also what do you think are their fav tickle spots?? I cant help but think about how each person would be SO different. Makes me feel butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it 😲

Well, I’ve already discussed where each character would be ticklish right here, go enjoy that headcanon list! As far as their favorite spots to tickle? They’re all the same (as most Lers are), they’d love to tickle wherever gets them the most reaction. But let’s do a little headcanon about how they’d get you good and stuck!

Stephen is all about soft tickles. He’s gonna lie right next to you and spoon, holding onto your arms so he can flutter his fingertips gently over your sides.

Mikey is a switch, so he wants tickles as much as he wants to give them. He’ll come up behind you and wrap his arms around you so that he can tickle your sides, but he’ll leave your arms free so that you can get him back.

Melot is interesting. I see him telling you to put your arms up and hold still, or else you’re not gonna get any tickles. 

I see Evan as a quiet, playful tickler. Like Stephen, he’ll tickle you during cuddles, but he’ll be more determined to pin you down so that you can’t fight back.

Charles Brandon is gonna have you tied spread eagle to his bed, a silk tie attaching each of your limbs to a bedpost. That way, he can methodically take his time teasing and tickling you softly, until you’re a whimpering, begging mess.

Clark is a playful tickler as well, but he’ll do it to extract information. He’ll straddle your hips and pin your arms above your head, using his x-ray vision to see each rib as he vibrates his fingertips across them.

Napoleon is a Switch, whatever position you’re tied down in he’ll expect you return the favor.

Try to tickle Syverson, and he will have you hogtied with his belt in less than nine seconds, terrorizing your ribs, sides and feet until you’re screaming your apology.

August Walker has a dungeon. He’d have you tied to a standing x-frame, and would take however long he needed to to methodically explore your body, writing down everything he discovered in a notebook. Then he’d flip you around and do it again, exploring the other side of you.

Walter is a mindfucker. He’ll have you lay on the bed with your arms up and your legs spread, and he’ll sit in a chair and tell you all the things he’s gonna do to you. He’ll have you squirming just with his words.

Geralt is going to pin you with his strength. I see him putting you in a full nelson with one arm so he has full access to your ticklish torso.

Sherlock would tie your hands behind your back with your own corset laces, dropping it juuuuust enough so that he could tease those sensitive little buds peaking out from the top.

[tickle-bugs]

Okay but. Any headcanons for Geralt?

*slams fist on table* BOY DO I

• Geralt of Rivia, Butcher of Blaviken, big scary Witcher man. He practically invented the “big tough guy is actually super ticklish” trope

• he’s not like deathly ticklish but you can get him pretty good almost anywhere. Worst would be his ribs, thighs, and feet.

• he’s nearly impossible to get though. Witcher senses + impossible strength means not only is revenge guaranteed, it is swift and merciless. As such, Yennifer and Jaskier have patented a technique that works every time. Wait until he’s sleepy or relaxed and pounce. Aka the coward’s technique.

• Tickling Geralt is an Art, a skill one must refine. You gotta either be super gentle (which absolutely kills him on his legs), or super rough (devastating on his ribs). Too little or too much pressure means he can block it out and then you’re screwed. Yennifer’s nails give her an advantage and Jaskier’s smile makes Geralt weak, so the two of them are a practiced tag team. Ciri is still working on finding the right pressure, which means Geralt frequently catches her and enacts revenge.

• okay Henry Cavill’s laugh is so nice tho??? It’s so nice and I imagine anyone who gets to hear Geralt laugh has to take a minute to process that a) that noise is coming from the scary Witcher man and b) he’s so goddamn beautiful. In conclusion, Geralt laughing is an absolute treat.

• He doesn’t actually mind tickling tho. Geralt’s actually a huge softy (canon in the games thank u) and I imagine that he allows it to happen just to make his family happy. Like, he can absolutely hear Ciri sneaking up behind him from miles away, but he still lets her jump on his back anyway. He’s a bit less forgiving with Jaskier because the bard’s reactions to being caught are hilarious.

• As a ler? Geralt is terrifying. He stalks his prey and catches them when they least expect it. He’s in the rafters, in the shadows, etc. You can’t outrun the Witcher.

• He strong thoo (his arms? *chef’s kiss*). He can just manhandle anyone okay?? He scoops Ciri up and wrecks her. He pins Jaskier like it’s as easy as breathing. Yen is a lot harder to catch, being a sorceress and all that, but he gets her too.

• He’s really sweet though once he catches his lee. Like he’s not all that great at teasing (whereas Jaskier is excellent in that department), but he tries. He gives genuine compliments about how cute their laugh is, how much they’re smiling, and he’ll throw in a joke about how much they’re squirming. Seeing Geralt smile while destroying you makes every failed sneak attack 100% worth it.

[khaliha]

tw: conteúdo explícito.

Khali acordou de bom humor, o que talvez não fosse bom para a equipe durante uma missão. Uma das coisas que adorava fazer era ver como seus amigos conseguiam se segurar e manter o foco nos alvos; dessa vez o escolhido foi Geralt, que, inocentemente, encarava com um binóculo o prédio que Khali se encontrava. Estava esperando a deixa dos amigos para poder entrar, mas começava a ficar entendiado então nada melhor do que provocar o mais novo. ' —— Liebe, você sabia que uma vez eu vim numa missão com um vibrador na minha bunda? Era um daqueles massageadores de próstata, sabe? Pequeno, preto, que ficou muito bem escondido e a cada passo, pressionava tão certeiro em mim.' começou, os olhos presos ainda no jornal que fingia ler. Tinha silenciado sua comunicação com o resto da equipe, deixando apenas a de Geralt ligado para que ele lhe ouvisse, Khali falava em francês para que as pessoa por perto não lhe entendessem. Era divertido ouvir a respiração alheia alterada na comunicação, mas continuou: ' —— Peppe tinha o controle e ficava ligando ou aumentando as vibrações em momentos aleatórios, a missão deveria durar no máximo uma hora... eu fiquei três horas ajoelhado na varanda de um prédio, esperando ter o alvo na mira e com aquilo vibrando bem na minha próstata.' soltou um pequeno suspiro ao se mexer na cadeira, o sorriso pequeno aparecendo em seus lábios. ' —— Foi delicioso. Eu estou usando ele de novo agora, mas dessa vez o controle está comigo e...' o relógio apitou com o horário que o alvo iria sair da sala de reuniões então Khali calou a boca e ligou novamente a comunicação com toda a equipe. Eles estavam gritando, reclamando todos de uma vez consigo. Oh, bem, parece que não foi apenas Geralt que tinha ouvido no fim. Deve ter errado de novo o botão e deixado apenas eles mudos, mas ouvindo tudo. ' —— Gente, calma. Vocês não sabiam disso? Então a gente escondeu bem no dia? Então quem foi que nos pegou fodendo na escada?'

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Jaskier || Tickle Headcanons

( Requested by anonymous. )

General:

Tickling primarily happens between him and various partners.

Tried to tickle Geralt once; it backfired horribly.

Enjoys being tickled but can’t bring himself to admit it.

Can easily be put in a lee OR ler mood.

Worst spots are his ribs, hips, and thighs.

Lee:

This man does not giggle, going straight into full-on cackling.

Protests throughout the whole ordeal.

Tries half-heartedly to get away.

Can’t stand teasing in the slightest, especially from Geralt.

Eventually stops struggling, completely out of energy.

Ler:

Ironically, he can tease with the best of them.

Has tried various partners in the past.

Doesn’t dare attack Geralt after...the last incident.

Starts soft and slowly gets more intense and merciless.

A firm believer in post-tickle cuddling.

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Ah, Stregobor, como a vida seria linda se fosse possível explicar todas as crueldades dos governantes como sendo mutações e pragas!

O Último Desejo: A Saga do Bruxo Geralt de Rívia - Andrzej Sapkowski