#listen I just wanna cuddle geralt

[kittenofdoomage]

Autumn Falls: Sunday (Pt.1)

Summary: Y/N’s had a run of bad luck that’s left her miserable, so her sister and best friend surprise her with a trip to Autumn Falls, the exclusive Californian resort where your every dream comes true. Seven days of relaxation and luxury await her, but will her vacation lift her spirits or leave her longing?

Pairings (reader is female): Negan x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader, Thor Odinson x reader, Sam Winchester x reader, Negan x reader x Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester x reader, Geralt of Rivia x reader, Steve Rogers x reader

Word Count: 37041

Warnings (expect any combination): slight angst and commiseration, non-disclosure agreements, flirting, conversations about relationships, oral sex, vaginal sex, public nudity and skinny dipping, size kink, sex in a hot tub, suspension (sort of), intense sex, breeding kink, yoga, my obsession with Sam’s hands, massages, dirty talk, slight praise kink, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, and squirting, threesome, double penetration (vaginal/anal), handjobs, shower smut, sex in a kitchen, horse riding, wild nature sex, over-stimulation, excessive orgasms,  comfort, companionship, aromatherapy and hot stone massages, anal sex, light BDSM, restraints, spanking/paddling, anal play, double penetration with toys, gagging, cuddling, post-vacation blues

MASTERPOST

She woke early the next morning, noticing right away that the other side of the bed was empty, a note left on the pillow. Sitting up, she grabbed it, reading Negan’s short message, smiling to herself as she threw herself back down onto the pillows. He’d been the perfect gentleman last night, making no move to seduce her while they ate or during the movie they’d come back upstairs to watch. She had fallen asleep in his arms, full and content, though at some point she must have moved away, allowing him to slip out without disturbing her.

The note apologized for that, and also let her know what time she should expect “Steve”, her last companion at the ranch on her last day. She was trying not to dwell on it, and dragged herself from the bed when her stomach rumbled, dressing in jeans and a t-shirt to go and get breakfast.

Megan was the only member of staff in the restaurant, and Y/N was quite happy to enjoy the same Spotify list she’d listened to a few days before. She chose the oatmeal and fruit for breakfast, taking her time since she had plenty of it before Steve would be at her room. It was another beautiful sunny day, but she was hoping for an indoor activity, and something that didn’t require too much energy.

Steve arrived on time, twenty minutes after she had gotten back from breakfast, and he came armed with a large storage box and what looked like a fold-up bed. She didn’t question it at first, taken aback by the tight white t-shirt that seemed to be three sizes too small, stretching over his chest like he might burst out of it.

“Where do you want me to set up?” he asked. “And I just wanna double check you’re not allergic to anything.”

“Uh… set up?”

He grinned. “Aromatherapy massage. Don’t worry, I can show you my credentials.”

“I’m sure that’s not necessary,” she replied, gesturing to the lounge part of the suite. “I guess in here is cool?”

Steve’s grin only widened, his blue eyes lighting up happily. He shuffled past, dropping his bag gently onto the couch before lowering the table to the ground. “It’s gonna take me a couple of minutes.”

“Should I change?”

The way his eyes dragged over her was a little startling, like his demeanor instantly changed from excited puppy to horny deviant, and she could feel her own reaction to him. “Can’t massage you through a shirt,” he drawled, his voice still holding the bounce it did before. “If you’re happy with just a towel… or you can wear underwear, a swimsuit or something?”

“My lack of swimsuit seems to be a recurring problem this week,” she joked, heading to the bedroom, hearing his laugh in response.

It wasn’t like she didn’t know the potential of the situation, that this could possibly turn into something kinkier than a simple massage. As she stripped out of her clothing and found the biggest towel in the closet, a pleasantly sweet smell wafted from the lounge, and she stepped out with the fluffy fabric wrapped around her chest, covering her to her knees.

“What’s that smell?” she whispered, searching for the source.

Steve motioned to the oil burners he had set up around the room. “The aromatherapy part. This is ylang ylang and clary sage. I can change it if you don’t like it.”

“No, it’s nice,” she insisted, smiling as she drifted closer, avoiding the table he was setting up, spotting a collection of flat black stones inside what looked like a cooking pot. “What are these?”

“Hot stones. Have you ever tried them before?” She shocked her head and he smirked, clicking the last part of the table into place. “Well, now’s your chance. They feel pretty good.” Stepping back, he gestured to the table. “Would you like me to step out while you get comfortable?”

“I’d say yes but I guess this place has lowered my inhibitions a little,” she answered, grinning at her own amusement as she approached the table. “On my front?”

“Yeah.”

It wasn’t difficult to get onto the table and it seemed appropriately sturdy as she laid on her front, pulling the towel open so it was draped over her back. She adjusted herself on the cool, soft surface, before lowering her head into the hole at the end which forced her to look at the floor.

Steve’s fingers made her jump when he moved the towel, covering her from shoulders to knees, and she frowned into the headhole. “That good?”

“Yeah.”

“We’ll start with the stones, the heat will hopefully improve the effects of the massage. The towel is just to make sure you don’t get burned.”

She nodded, though she doubted he could see it, and she waited for the first stone. He placed it between her shoulders at the top of her spine and the warmth sank through the towel quickly. Steve worked fast, placing stones all the way down her spine, on her shoulders and on the backs of her knees, then he stopped.

For a few minutes, she laid still, feeling the weight of the stones on her back, shoulders and knees, listening to him move around and enjoying the pleasant smell of the oils filling the room. The warmth felt good, and she found her eyes drifting shut.

When he touched her, pressing his fingers lightly against her shoulder blade, she jumped, giggling nervously as he withdrew. “Sorry,” she mumbled.

“I’m gonna take them off now,” he chuckled, plucking the first stone from her lower back. One by one they went back into the pot, and when he was done, he pulled the towel down so it was only covering her butt and the top of her thighs. “Relaxed?”

“Very.”

Oil coated his fingers as he smoothed them over her skin, applying just the right amount of pressure to soothe the aching muscle underneath. It wasn’t long before she was melting under his touch, humming happily as he worked her into a boneless lump. When he moved lower, passing by the towel to her lower thigh, she moaned, eyes rolling as his fingers found knots she hadn’t known about.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, switching to the other leg.

“Really good,” she murmured, exhaling slowly. “Like really, really good.”

He laughed under his breath and kept going, working his fingers along her calf. She felt weightless, almost dozing under his pleasant touch, and when he stopped, she jerked awake. “Still with me?”

“Mmm, yeah.”

“Do you think you can sit up?”

She nodded, moving her arms sluggishly, hoisting herself up without a second thought for her nudity. Steve was ahead of her, tugging the towel around to her front, and she clutched it loosely as she swung her legs around, looking up at him with a dreamy expression. “You’ve got magic hands or something,” she mumbled, pressing her free hand to his chest. “Whoa.”

“You’re gonna need to shower to get the oil off,” he murmured back, steadying her with one big hand on her shoulder.

The thought was already falling out of her mouth before she could stop it. “Hmmm, does the shower come with you?” Her eyes went wide as he laughed, his boyish features crinkling with amusement. “Oh, god, that was so…”

“I mean, I’m not opposed,” he replied, still smirking. “Besides, if the shower gets too hot, you might end up dizzy. It’d be kinda remiss of me to leave you unattended.”

She scrunched her face up at his odd manner of speech. “You sound like some forties gentleman,” she scoffed, shaking her head.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“It’s kinda cute.”

Steve grinned. “I’ll take it.”

Moving the towel so she could hold it around herself, she let him take her hand and tug her towards the bathroom. He released her to turn on the shower, running his fingers under the spray to check the temperature as she lingered in the doorway. When he began to peel off his tight shirt, she bit her lip, curling her toes into the floor as he revealed the carved physique she’d been expecting.

“Are you coming or not?” he asked, smirking at her as he hooked his thumbs into his sweats and pulled them down.

She couldn’t find her voice as he stripped, eyes zeroing in on the half-erection between his legs, drinking in every inch of toned muscle and unblemished skin. “Uh…” The lump in her throat didn’t go away when she swallowed, so she inched forward, letting the towel fall when she got closer to him.

“After you,” Steve murmured.

Her whole body felt like it was vibrating as she stepped past him and into the stall. He followed, closing the glass door behind him, and Y/N held her breath as she slipped under the spray, concentrating on the warmth of the water. A second later, he was pressed against her, and she moaned when he started to kiss along her shoulders.

“Still feeling relaxed?”

She hummed in reply, leaning back against him just a little. His hands swept down her arms then across her belly, holding her for a moment before lifting them again to cup her breasts. Her nipples reacted instantly when his thumbs scraped over them, achingly hard with the slightest amount of attention. Steve chuckled against her throat, grinding his lower half into her, letting her feel just how hard he was.

“Turn around,” he whispered, lips caressing the shell of her ear. She obeyed, shuddering as she looked up at him, then yelping in surprise when he dropped. Her hands met the glass and the tiled wall when she flung her arms out, whimpering as Steve buried his face between her thighs and forced her legs apart with strong hands.

“Oh -” She bit her lip, trying to contain the moans. “Oh, god!”

He growled, dragging his tongue through her folds, one hand sliding up between her legs to cup her ass, and she threw her head back, gasping for breath. She didn’t know how she wasn’t sore from the intense attention she’d received the day before but the thought became inconsequential when Steve’s tongue plunged inside her. His hands held her fast, impossible strength in his arms supporting her weight as she caved in on herself, panting through an orgasm she hadn’t been prepared for.

Everything was white noise. She gulped down air as he kept licking her, pausing every so often to tease her clit and force her body to jerk in surprise. The pleasure didn’t stop, every wave like an aftershock, and she was near to begging him to fuck her when one slick finger slid between her cheeks. At the slight pressure on her tightest hole, an entirely new desire overcame her, and she rolled her head to look down at him.

He noticed her staring and stopped what he was doing, smirking up at her as he kept rubbing his finger against her ass. “What?”

“I - that feels good,” she moaned.

He pressed a little harder. “Does it?” he teased, eyes darkening a little. “You been fucked there, doll?” She nodded, and his finger dipped into her ass, barely even an inch but enough to make her whimper. “You like it?”

“Yes,” she hissed, unable to stop her body grinding back against it.

The finger disappeared as he got to his feet and she whined with disappointment. “You want me to fuck you there now?” He reached for the shelf behind her, grabbing a bottle of shower gel and squirting some onto his hand, slicking up his fingers. When his hand returned to her ass, the same finger rubbing against her hole again, she arched, allowing him to pull her body flush with his, trapping his erection between them. “How does this feel?”

Y/N cried out as his finger penetrated her up to the knuckle, the desire for more far outweighing the slight discomfort. Steve worked his finger back and forth a few times, watching her face as he did, smirking at the way she keened for more.

“Put your hands against the wall,” he whispered, withdrawing again.

She moved eagerly, standing with her legs apart without even thinking, and he groaned, running his hand down her spine and stopping at her ass.

“I wanna feel this pussy,” he muttered, “but I promise I’ll give you what you want.”

There was barely a second to process what he said before he was sinking into her, filling her pussy to the brim while she gasped against the tiles. He groaned as he settled deep, then pressed his fingers into her ass, two this time, up to the knuckle. She grunted, hands splayed over the tiles as she adjusted to the sensation but it was only seconds before her body wanted more.

“That’s it,” Steve moaned, twisting his arm to force his fingers deeper, fucking them in and out while he started to fuck her pussy. “Open up for me, sweetheart.”

Her cries were muffled against the tile as he kept working her open, the dual stimulation of his fingers and his cock inside her making her weep with pleasure. There was nothing rough about his touch at all, like he was weaving some kind of magic to make every thrust feel like her cells were singing. Soon enough, his fingers were easing into her with little resistance, and he pulled out, grabbing the soap to lubricate his shaft.

“You ready?” he groaned, rubbing the blunt tip between her cheeks. She whimpered, arching her back even more until he stopped her, chuckling as he pressed a hand to her ribs. “Relax,” he soothed, guiding her into a better position. “Don’t tense up.”

With a nod, she exhaled, unable to hold back the filthy sounds leaving her when his cockhead pressed against her tight asshole. “Oh fuck,” she whined, fingers becoming claws against the tiles when he started to push his way inside. The soap eased his path, and it wasn’t long before he was halfway in, and she felt like she would die from the pleasure.

“Just a little more,” he crooned, both hands on her hips now as he wiggled back and forth, letting her adjust to the stretch. “Fuck, taking me so well…”

He slid in to the root, and she lurched off of the tiles, gasping loudly as his arms wound around her, keeping her in place as she shuddered. Her fingers remained on the wall, though she was almost on tiptoes, practically impaled on him.

Steve grunted, twitching inside her. “How does that feel?”

“G-good.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

She nodded bonelessly, whimpering when his hand dropped to her cunt, two fingers finding their way to her clit within seconds.

“Do you want to cum like this?”

“Yes,” she hissed. “Please -”

He didn’t hold back, and she couldn’t fight the intense feelings sweeping away all rhyme and reason. His fingertips danced over her clit, bringing her to an easy orgasm, though he didn’t let up, fucking her harder if anything. Her eyes rolled back, but Steve held her in place, drawing every last ounce of bliss out of her before finally spilling deep. The evidence was quickly washed away by the shower, and when he pulled out, she could barely hold herself up, slumping against the shower wall.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he chuckled, reaching for the soap again.

She felt drunk as he washed her, sneaking a kiss or two as he did, perking up when he was done. Stealing the washcloth, she started to return the favor, and Steve let her, humming when her fingers brought him to renewed arousal.

“We really need to hurry up,” he admonished, peeling her hand from around his cock with a smile. “As much as I’d spend all night in here… you’ve got other engagements.”

“With who?” she asked curiously.

He grinned. “Negan’s expecting you for dinner.”

He was almost done packing up when she returned from the bedroom, freshly dressed in a loose frock that hung to her knees. She watched him for a moment, still feeling the buzz from the shower, wondering if there was more of the evening to come. Outside, the sun was low in the sky, and despite how relaxed she had felt earlier, she wasn’t tired in the slightest.

“Would you like me to walk you down?” Steve asked, and it took a second for her to realize he meant the restaurant, presumably where Negan was waiting for her.

She smiled. “I think I can find my way.”

“In that case,” he said, moving closer, leaning in to peck her on the cheek, “it’s been a pleasure.”

A giggle burst out of her, and she covered her mouth, blinking at him apologetically. “I think the pleasure was mostly mine.”

He winked, picking up the folded table. “Then I did my job.”

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[eggcompany]

Jaskier and his Snuggly Wuggly Killing Machines Part 7

Early in the night Jaskier slowly blinked open his eyes. He was so warm and so comfortable. Jaskier groaned and went to stretch his arms only to find out that one of his hands was being held down by the wrist and his other hand was being held down by… Jaskier looked down and...well.

Geralt was sucking on Jaskier’s pointer and middle fingers and Eskel was asleep with his head in Jaskier’s hand and was holding onto his fingers. Jaskier stared at them for a long time. He listened to Geralt’s soft sucking sounds and Eskel’s snores. 

Shocked by himself Jaskier realized- Where’s Lambert?

Jaskier quickly whipped his head around searching for the baby. Jaskier tried to carefully but quickly get up to search for the kitty but he accidentally woke up the two other babies. 

“Dada? Is it uppy time?” Mumbled out Geralt in a sweetly sleepy voice. He had slobber all over his face and his hair was wild. Jaskier needs to brush and braid it before he goes to bed. Eskel pouted and let out a weak whine. 

“Daddy- No no, it's nap time! Come back, hold me.” Eskel said and made grabby hands at his daddy. Jaskier stood and looked around more for the baby. The doors were locked and the windows had PetSeal on them so hopefully Lambert was still in the house. Jaskier looked back at the two napping babies and shushed them. 

“Sh, she, sh. Stay there. Stay. You stay in the nest and wake up a little bit, okay? Daddy’s in the house but I need to find Lambert. You stay here and I’ll be right back so we can all get ready for bed.” Jaskier said and watched the witchers look nervous but nod. Jaskier smiled down at him. 

Jaskier then rushed to the kitchen- no Lambert. Then to the bathroom and then the office and then the recording studio and laundry room. By the time Jaskier got to the stairs he ran up them two at a time. Where was Lambert? Did he hurt himself? Did he get out? Is he okay? Is he scared?

Jaskier hurried to Geralt’s then Eskel’s and then the baby’s room and he still couldn’t find him. 

“Lambert, baby, sweetheart, sunshine, kitty baby, darling boy, where are you? Lambert please come to daddy. Come to daddy so I can give you kisses.” Jaskier said in a forced singsong-y voice. He heard a small meow almost. Jaskier hurried towards it, towards the bathroom. Jaskier hoped that Lambert was okay and just exploring. Jaskier knocked lightly on the bathroom door. 

“Honey, it’s daddy. Can I come in?” Jaskier asked through the door without opening it. He heard some shuffling and then a slurred little “Yeah”. 

Jaskier slowly opened the door and smiled a bit and calmed down. Lambert was sitting up in the bathtub surrounded with towels and a quilt. Jaskier walked over to kneel beside the tub and be eye to eye with the kitty. 

“Hey Lammy. Did you wanna be alone?” Jaskier asked and put his hands palms down on the edge of the tub. Lambert shook his head no. 

“Did you not like being out there?” Jaskier asked again. Lambert nodded his head. Jaskier hummed. 

“Did you not like the nest?” Lambert shook his head. Jaskier thought for a moment. 

“Did you dislike the movie?” Jaskier asked and took in the adorable picture in front of him. Lambert had probably six towels fluffed up around and probably under him and his quilt wrapped around him and up over his head. Lambert shook his head again. 

“Can you say why you came and made a nest in here?” Jaskier asked again and cocked his head to the side. Lambert worried his bottom lip for a moment and nodded. He spoke in a soft quiet voice. 

“I didn’t like… all the skin. It was too much. I wanted to cuddle you but um.. um... I didn’t want to touch your skin and Eskel or Geralt. Just wanted to feel something though.” Lambert finished by pulling his quilt tighter around him. Sex Repulsed. Jaskier nodded. He didn’t even think about that. 

“Okay, that’s okay, darling. I’m going to get your brothers ready for bed. Do you want to stay here? You can stay cuddled up here and I can spend some extra time with you. We have to be in here though. What do you think?” Jaskier explained and asked. He watched Lambert think and then nod. 

“Alrighty then. I’m gonna go fetch your brothers and then we’ll brush teeth, hair, lotion and then get to bed.” Jaskier said and kissed Lammy’s nose. He stood up and walked halfway down the stairs so he could spot the other two babies. They were just leaning on each other, shoulder to shoulder, talking. They connected from shoulder to ankle practically. Their thighs and arms were all squished together. Jaskier smiled, those two… 

“Hey boys, come get ready for bed. We need to brush your hair, brush your teeth, lotion and get you situated in bed. We can adjust the bed arrangements as needed.” Jaskier said as the boys got up and walked to him and up the stairs. They nodded and Geralt mumbled a little “Okay daddy”. 

“Your brother is snuggled up in the bathtub right now. How about we go get some pants on you two before we go in there. You can pick out what you want or wear what I left out for you earlier. You can wear whatever you want.” Jaskier said and walked the boys toward their room. They had left their doors open again. Eskel pulled on a pair of underwear, socks, and a snuggly red sweatshirt. Eskel wagged slowly, in a relaxed happy way.  Jaskier had found the sweatshirt at a shop and thought it would hang off the pup’s frame nicely. He was so right. Eskel wrapped his arms around himself and swayed a bit, happy. Geralt pulled on sweatpants and nothing else. Jaskier had a feeling Bear had a propensity for being in the nude. 

Jaskier smiled and walked toward the bathroom again with the two babes behind him. He knocked on lightly and asked if they could come in. He waited until he heard a “Yeah” once again. 

Jaskier smiled at the youngest in the tub and watched as the older two waved at him. Jaskier collected the caddies from the floor and set them up on the large counter space next to the sink. He got Eskel’s and Geralt’s lotions out and looked at them with closed hands. 

“So do we know how to brush our teeth or did the pounds clean your teeth weekly or so?” Jaskier asks and looks at the witchers as they tucked their tails between their legs and looked down. They looked guilty. 

“The centers cleaned them for you, didn’t they? That’s alright I’ll show you how. Can I put my fingers in your mouths a bit?” Jaskier asked and watched the two of them blush and look at each other. Geralt was the first to talk. 

“You can brush my teeth… I got sharp teeth though… I promise I won’t bite you.” Geralt said and fiddled with the tip of his tail that was now pulled around his waist. Jaskier smiled and pulled himself up to sit on the counter. 

“Well come here. You stand right here and watch closely.” Jaskier said. 

Jaskier showed Geralt his toothbrush and how to hold it. Jaskier then ran it under the water and thoroughly explained the We Do NOT eat toothpaste. Jaskier then put the paste on the brush and instructed Geralt to open his mouth. 

Geralt stepped closer in between Jaskier’s legs. Eskel also crowded closer on Jaskier’s left to watch. Jaskier held the brush in his right hand and cradled Geralt’s jaw in his left. Geralt looked timid but then opened his mouth about half way. 

“I bit more dearest. Open big and wide! Show daddy your pretty teeth.” Jaskier said and kissed Geralt’s chin. Geralt smiled and opened his mouth nice and wide. Showing off his large molars and long sharp fang teeth. Jaskier smiled and brought his free hand up to push up Geralt’s top lip. 

He slowly brought the brush up to Geralt’s face. The pup tried to watch which caused him to go crosseyed. Jaskier put the brush against one of the large fangs and started to brush in small circles. Geralt relaxed a bit and went to lick the brush but Jask made a tsk sound. 

“Keep your tongue down. We don’t eat toothpaste but this kind is sweet. Most kinds are minty but I thought that would- Keep your tongue away- burn your mouths or make you upset.” Jaskier said and he started to brush Geralt’s top teeth. Geralt was sniffing and trying to remember to keep his tongue down. Eskel watched with wide eyes. 

Jaskier then pushed Bear’s bottom lip down to brush his bottom row. 

“You brush in small circles. See Eskel? Small circles and you go back and forth. You wanna get the backs, fronts, and tops. Don’t be too rough doing this. And finally…” Jaskier said as he pulled on the end of Geralt’s tongue. Geralt let Jaskier move his tongue until it was all stretched out. Jaskier thought he had a strangely long tongue. It was almost unsettling. Almost . 

“You have to brush your tongue. Do not swallow the frothy foam. Do not. Just keep it in your mouth. But brush from the back of your- Do you have a gag reflex?” Jaskier explained as he brushed the sides of the pups tongue and then asked as he was about to reach to brush the back of it. Geralt shook his head a little bit. 

“You brush the back of your tongue to the front. And then when you’re all done and your mouth is all clean you sit out the foam.” Jaskier said and took his hands away from Geralt’s face. Geralt had held perfectly still though. Had Geralt even moved at all other than that one nod? Jaskier thought. He waited a moment and watched Geralt. He stood perfectly still and his eyes were a bit… glazed. 

“Geralt, sweetheart, are you alright? Do you feel okay?” Jaskier said and touched Geralt’s bare shoulder. Geralt blinked and looked down at Jaskier with a solid blank expression. Suddenly Geralt curled in on himself and whimpered. Tears quickly appeared and started to flow down his face. Geralt quickly spit out the white foam and looked back at Jaskier. 

“Sorry, daddy. I-I-I-” Geralt whimpered and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.  Jaskier shushed him and took hold of his hands. Jaskier just gently held the ends of his fingers, not wanting to put him in any more distress by feeling restrained. 

“Geralt. Geralt, love, baby, puppy, don’t be sorry. It’s okay. I’m not mad. You did such a good job! You didn’t bite, on purpose or accident, you didn’t swallow any, and you let me show Eskel how to do it. You are such a good boy! Do you need a hug? A kiss?” Jaskier said and watched as Geralt pulled away shaking his head. He wrapped his arms around himself. Geralt kept his head down and his tears dripped to the ground. He felt gross, wrong, disgusted with himself, and he felt like he was-was. 

“Okay. Okay you can sit down or stand anywhere you want, but first you need to rinse your mouth. Here. Drink, swish it around, and then spit. Do it twice.” Jaskier said in a soft but stern voice. He bent and filled up the light blue cup with water from the sink and held it up to Geralt. Geralt kept his eyes down and reached for the cup.  Geralt kept arms length when he could. He stood back near the wall and swished his mouth with the water and then took steps toward the sink and spit. He repeated it again and handed the plastic cup back. 

“Thank you dear. You did a good job. Thank you so much. Geralt can you look up?” Jaskier asked. He thought maybe the praise would calm him down. Self deprecating. Geralt shook his head. Geralt just stepped back and got behind Eskel. Jaskier nodded and said a small “Okay, baby”. Geralt got behind and looked like he was hiding behind his big brother. He re-wrapped his arms around himself and laid his forehead on the back of Eskel’s neck. 

“Do you want to try to do it yourself, Esky?” Jaskier asked the older boy. Eskel was rubbing the back of his head against Geralt’s. Eskel looked unnerved and nervous for a moment. 

“I don’t think I’ll like it. It looks...scratchy. Is the foam stuff slimy? I don’t wanna accidentally bite you if I don’t- If I can’t handle it. I just- I don’t like that kind of stuff in my mouth. ‘M sorry, daddy.” Eskel explains his ears were flat down on his head. He didn’t wanna hurt daddy! Eskel always had problems with some… stuff. Sticky things on his hands, slimy things in his mouth, scratchy things near his face/scar, mittens in general, and anything made of canvas material. He didn’t want that brush near his face. 

Jaskier nodded. That made sense. Sensory Processing Issues. Maybe he could order some kids mouthwash… or teeth wipes. Jaskier thought for a moment. 

“Okay. How about you let me floss your teeth, which is just putting a tiny string between your teeth to get anything out from between them. I’ll order something else for you to clean your chompers with. Thank you so much for telling me you didn’t like it! Good boy!” Jaskier told the babe. Easy pease. 

“Okay! Thank you, daddy! Um… I guess who can floss my teeth. Can Bear… Can Bear go put on a shirt? He wants to put on a shirt.” Eskel says the last part in a hushed voice. Jaskier leaned to the side and looked at the hidden baby crowding behind his brother. 

“Of course he can. You don’t need to ask if you can. Just make sure I know where you’re at.” Jaskier said and got the small glass bottle that held the spindle of floss. He pulled out a decent amount and watched a hunched over Geralt walk his way to his room. Geralt looked up at Jaskier for only a moment before shutting his bedroom door. 

Eskel crowded up to Jaskier just like how Geralt had. Jaskier smiled and put tension on the string in his hands. “Open, please, my sweet wolf!” Jaskier said and Eskel popped open his mouth wide. Occasionally Eskel would lick Jaskier’s hand or want to such on the string but Jaskier just tsk tsk -ed him and he would stop and open back up. Eskel liked it. It was nice being able to smell Jaskier and having his hands close. Eskel didn’t mind having his teeth flossed either. 

Once Jaskier had changed floss quite a few times and hand gotten everything from between his teeth, Jaskier reached for the red plastic cup that sat next to the blue one. Eskel cocked his head to the side and flipped one of his ears up while the other stayed down. 

“I don’t have nothing to rinse out.” Eskel asked as he took the cut. Jaskier nodded. 

“I know that, but you need to swish your mouth out extra extra because we didn’t brush your teeth. Tomorrow night we’ll have wipes so you don’t need to swish as much. But for tonight swish three times really good.” Jaskier said and watched the witcher put plenty of effort into swishing the water around his mouth. 

When the eldest witcher finished he smiled at Jaskier. “Good job baby! Now can you go fix your bed how you’d like it for bed? I have to take care of Lammy and then I’ll come brush your and Bear’s hair and then we can go to bed. Oh and lotion. Especially for your scar, my love.” Jaskier said and then watched Eskel walk toward his own room and then quickly walked into Geralt’s. Separation and stress. They should be together. They’ve been through a lot today.

Jaskier then turned to the lump in the tub. Completely covered in his quilt, Lambert was fast asleep sucking on the tip of his own tail. Jaskier got Lambert’s green cup full of water and the toothpaste and brush and brought it over to the tub and knelt beside it. 

“Lammy~ Hey my precious kitty we need to brush those teeth. Daddy’ll do it for you, you just need to sit up. I’ll brush your lovely hair after and then it’s time for bed.” Jaskier said in a light loving voice. Lambert rolled over and sat up in his towel nest. Lambert yawned and showed off those needle sharp teeth. 

“Cam I sit counter? Binkie?” Lambert slurred and rubbed his eyes with the backs of his hands. Jaskier thought for a moment. Awww baby talk! Adorable! But what the fuck does it mean? 

Then it hit him. Can Lambert sit on the counter and can he bring his binkie, his blankie. Jaskier said “Of course, baby boy” and helped Lambert up out of the tub while the babe held the blanket around him with one hand. He would come and fold the towels back up when the babies were asleep. 

Soon Lambert was hopped up sitting on the counter with droopy tired ears and relaxed muscles. Lambert opened his mouth and only had to be told a few times to open back up. Lambert was too tired to fidget when Jaskier ran a soft brush through his hair and then a small soft brush over his ears. Next he got the lotion from Lambert’s caddy and got some on his own hand and gently rubbed it into Lambert’s hands and face. Thank gods for all purpose lotion.

“Good job. You are such a good baby. Now you wanna sleep in your room or somewhere else?” Jaskier asked as he rubbed at Lambert's jaw. 

“ Can I sleep with Esky? I want bubbas.” Lambert asked in a soft yet still gravel gruff voice. Jaskier nodded and put the hairbrush and the soft brush, lotion, in his pocket. He led Lambert by the hand to Eskel’s room but they found it empty. Jaskier then moved to Geralt’s room and knocked on the closed door. 

“Hey Babies? I need to brush your hair and I’ve gotta tend to Eskel’s scar so can we come in?” Jaskier called through the door before Lambert thumped his forehead against the door. He let out a yowl and then said “Eskeyyyyy” and he let out another sharp yowl. They both heard some mumbling and thumps and then Eskel who looked like he had just rushed to get dressed opened the door a bit. 

Lambert automatically thumped his head onto Eskel’s sweatshirt clad chest. Eskel made a small howling like sound and wrapped his arms around the youngest. Jaskier stood there and waited until Geralt, who was pulling at the bottom of a blue hoodie that had stars on it. 

“Hi baby, do you feel better?” Jaskier asked as he stroked at Geralt’s thick neck. Geralt nodded and looked up into Jaskier’s beautiful eyes. “Good! Now are you all sleeping in here tonight?” Jaskier asked as he made his way to sit on Geralt's now messy bed. He sat down and pulled out the brushes and lotion from his pockets. 

“Yeah… Is that okay? Can we?” Eskel asked. Lambert went and flopped down and wiggled his way till he was lying burritoed in his quilt. Jaskier laughed and patted Lambert’s exposed ankle. 

“Of course. You can always sleep together or apart. You seem very snuggly so it’s understandable. Oh and if you want you can always just pile all your pillows and blankets in one of your rooms.” Jaskier explained and watched the older boys smile. 

“Okay! Well um how about I go get my blankies and pillows from my room while Daddy does your hair?” Eskel asked Geralt and the long haired witcher nodded and flumped onto his butt in front of their daddy. 

Jaskier smiled and finger brushed Geralt’s hair for a moment before starting from the bottom and working his way toward Geralt’s scalp with the brush. Geralt held stock still once again and didn’t make much noise as Jaskier finished brushing and got the hair tie from the handle of the brush and braided the silky white hair. Geralt made his happy noise though when Jaskier brushed his ears. As soon as the first swipe made its way down the back of Geralt’s left ear he melted like a puddle. 

“Hey baby bear, go ahead and stand up for me. I need to see your perfect face.” Jaskier said and watched the large boy stand up with grace and elegance. Geralt stood like a greek statue above Jaskier. Beautiful. 

Jaskier stood up and rubbed the lotion onto Geralt’s hands and then his face which made Geralt tilt and wiggle his head whenever his daddy touched him. Soon Jaskier kissed his lips and told him “Bedtime Bear. Cuddle up and sleep.” 

All the while he was tending to Geralt, Eskel had successfully towed in seven blankets, four pillows, and everything from the living room. Eskel was smiling and his ears were perky on his head and he was wagging happily. I love it here! Daddy loves me and and oh blankies blankies blankies and food!

Geralt laid down on his bed and kissed the side of Lambert’s sleeping face. Geralt liked to sleep on his back so he wiggled around until his tail laid between his legs and he snuggled his plushie rabbit up to his face. 

“Well Eskel, darling, you’re last, baby. Come sit so I can brush you.” Jaskier told the eldest as he arranged the blankets and pillows on the floor next to the bed. Eskel folded the blankets in fourths long ways to form them into long strips. He then laid the pillows in stacks of two next to them. Jaskier smiled as he watched the wolf work. He’s gonna love the basement!

Eskel huffed and clunked himself down and bent to look up and Jaskier. “Face forward please” Is all Jaskier said until he was done. He hummed a small slow tune under his breath as he brushed the dark hair and soft warm ears. Jaskier felt calm as he rubbed the lotion into Eskel’s warm rough skin. Jaskier kissed Eskel on the forehead and then the lips. 

“Sleep darling. You had a long day. I’ll turn off the light and leave the door open. Remember my room is always open for you. And if you want a snack in the night don’t be shy to come get me. I love you Wolfie.” Jaskier said as he turned the light off and left the door open a crack. 

Jaskier didn’t just go to bed. He folded up Lambert’s towels and then got a quick shower himself. He then went and put the living room back together and did the dishes. Finally Jaskier organized his room a bit and took a look at the clock. In the electronic red light it showed 11:25 p.m.

Jaskier stretched and laid down in his bed. In less than ten minutes he was dead asleep. 

Little did he know that his babies were whispering about him at that moment. 

“He smells nice! I like it here. It doesn’t smell like smoke or sharp um drugs, it doesn’t smell chemically.” Eskel said in a hushed voice to Geralt. Geralt nodded. 

“It’s warm too. The water was warm and did you see how much stuff he’s already gotten for us? I’m surprised he actually… he actually cares how we feel”. Geralt responded. 

“If he is like this for the next… three days then we should let him know about… Well you know. Them .” Lambert said in a sleep drenched voice. He was woken up by Geralt poking his shoulder. 

All three agreed. If Daddy was really good then he shouldn’t care about Them .

<- Last Chapter Next Chapter ->

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Snowed In pt 2

I’m SHOCKED by how well Snowed In went over with y’all... like WOW 

Thank you!

Listen I was gonna go somewhere else with this (still might if anyone is interested) but I couldn’t resist getting all up in Geralt’s head. 

part one right here

Warnings: None fam. idk what to even call this? does it qualify as fluff?

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By the time Geralt had come back from the barn you were asleep in the middle of the bed. He’d spent a little extra time talking to Roach and making sure Beau’s tail wasn’t one long dread lock but he was still surprised you had gone to sleep so quickly.

He found himself smiling in relief when he noticed your eyes darting about beneath your eyelids, a deep sleep he hadn’t seen from you in weeks. Instead of going to bed and risking waking you, he sat cross-legged in front of the fire and took a deep breath. 

He could almost hear his instructor’s voice in his head even all these years later, “Sit comfortably” Impossible. “Slow your breathing” I might as well hold my breath “Let your thoughts pass without question. Even the odd ones. You can’t cease thinking, but you can tune out the nonsense.” My usual nonsense is somewhere on the other side of the pass chattering away to someone else. 

Despite his newfound lack of distractions, he couldn’t quite clear his mind. He kept thinking about how you fit so comfortably against his chest as he held you; how you’d asked him to stay with you and how you leaned into his touch. Your trust in him was what confused him the most. You’d drawn every horrible detail of his wrongdoings out of him, every last shameful word, some he hadn't even told Jaskier, yet you still let his hands near your neck. 

He took another deep breath, focusing on the pace instead of his thoughts. In, two, three, four, five, six. Out, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight…

Then there was the way your face had melted in concern at his words as he left. Your innocence and empathy never failed to surprise him, even after months of traveling and hunting. You had no reason, no right to treat him with the softness you did, even if it was thinly veiled in hostility. He had tried to push you away, but you had wormed your way under his armor and made a home there.

Stop it. Breathe.

But you wouldn’t let him be, or he wouldn’t let you be. He couldn’t tell anymore. You, the gritty, brave, and ever so vulnerable human ruled his thoughts and it terrified him.

For fuck’s sake. Let it go already.

The frustrated air he forced from his nostrils blew bits of ash and coal back into the fire, causing sparks to fly and the logs to shift.

“Geralt?” your voice was soft, lowered with sleep. 

He turned to see if you were really speaking or if he’d just imagined it, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows and squinted to see in the low light, "What are you doing on the floor?”

“Meditating,” he grumbled, “...or trying to.”

You let loose a puff of air in amusement, “Well how about you stop being pretentious and try sleeping?”

He sighed, pretending, as he always did, to take slight offence rather than let on he heard the tenderness there.

He didn’t notice the troubled look in your eyes as you watched him ready for bed, “You don’t need to walk on eggshells around me.”

He laid down next to you, choosing not to tell you that he was always making an effort to be more careful with you, “Wasn’t planning on it.”

You nodded, shifting onto your back in your usual spot pressed against the wall and tugging at the laces of the nightshirt you’d chosen. The two of you laid in silence for a while, the pace of your heartbeat being the only sign you hadn't slipped back into unconsciousness. 

He shifted to lay on his side facing you, tucking his arm up under his pillow. You spared him a glance before going back to staring at the ceiling, leaving him to wonder what was on your mind. He thought maybe your worry had crept back in your sleep, taking hold when he wasn't here to talk you back from the ledge of panic. Not that it would have helped anyway, he clearly was no wordsmith. Maybe you'd simply realized how odd it was that you slept soundly next to a man literally designed to kill as efficiently as possible. 

He hoped that wasn't it as he closed his eyes and tried to focus on his breathing yet again in vain. He smelled nothing but the soap and oils in your hair that lay damp beside your head on the pillow. The combination of scents was comforting to him, as much as he wished it wasn't, and he found his thoughts revisiting the soft sighs that escaped your lips at his touch. Never in his life had he been so mystified. His mind reeled just thinking about it, someone he trusted and cared for enjoyed his touch. Not tolerated, not lusted after, not flinched at, but naively enjoyed.

You shifted to face him, the dip in the mattress pulling you closer to him, "Geralt?" 

"Hmm?"

He heard you take in a breath, let it out again, take in another, preparing to say something, then fall silent. He opened his eyes, analyzing the curve of your brow and the way your lips pursed as if you were holding a question between your teeth. You were never hesitant like this, he was sure you'd chew out the gods if they gave you opportunity, but your face was unreadable. 

"What is it?" He whispered.

You reached across the bed to trace a scar on the back of his hand pressed into the blankets. A scar you had given him when you first met, he liked to think it made him yours when he had the courage to daydream. The sensation was always odd, the dull hint of touch over the scarred tissue and the overreaction of the nerves next to it sent alarm bells off in the back of his mind. 

You kept your eyes on the vague forms of your hands, "You said you owed me more… what could you possibly owe me?" 

"Y/N," your eyes snapped up to meet his, making it all the more difficult for him to think through his answer, "I… I don't know that I could put it into words." 

The words felt hollow as they left his lips, the victory of keeping his emotions safe tainted by the look of disappointment and resignation in your eyes. 

You nodded, patting the back of his hand, "You owe me nothing. Call it even, let's say?" 

This was worse than what he'd imagined, the mental floundering and looking for a way to fix what he'd done was foreign and confusing. You'd let him off the hook, as you always did, and accepted that his answer would have to be enough. The difference this time was that he didn't want to be let off the hook.

"But I do." He argued, trapping your hand under his as you moved to pull it away, words barely escaping his lips, "I owe you, at the very least, a worthy answer." He turned your hand over, skimming his thumb over your palm as he whispered, "You hold my life in your hands and instead of doing what you should… tossing me by the wayside, you treat me with gentleness and… acceptance that I don't deserve. I at least owe you the same in return." 

Had he the courage to look you in the eyes he would have had time to be shocked and confused by the anger reflected in them, "Don't you dare tell me how I should or shouldn't treat you ever again. I get to decide that, not anyone else, least of all you." 

The change in tone nearly gave him whiplash, but all he could do was stare at you with a mix of confusion and surprise.

"You say I'm not used to people accommodating my emotions, but you don't give anyone the chance to get close enough to know what you're feeling." You continued, voice softening on seeing him balk, "I decide you owe me nothing. Feel guilty about it if that makes it easier, but don't mistake my affections for pity." You tugged your hand free of his and gently laid it over his jaw as you spoke. 

He barely registered your pulse quickening, his whole body nearly going numb with shock at your words. 

You rubbed your thumb over his temple and smiled, "Let's go to sleep, yeah?"

He nodded, laying his hand over yours with a smirk, "Yes ma'am…" 

You snorted and kicked at his shin under the blankets, "Ew don't call me ma'am." 

Almost without thinking he trapped your knee under his own, paying close attention to your response. When you blushed and bit your lip he thought you might just be the death of him. You gently pulled your hand back, sending a pang of doubt down his spine before you tugged at his wrist and laced your fingers through his, your palm covering his scar. 

You squeezed his hand and smiled before closing your eyes and sighing in content. 

He lay there for a long while after you'd fallen back asleep, slowly but surely putting the pieces of the day together. He was almost ashamed how distracted he was by your skin on his, soft and warm and unfamiliar. Your touch was so foreign in it's innocence that he almost felt guilty, almost. 

It was beginning to grow light out when his mind finally slowed enough to let him sleep. His last thought before peace was that it might be nice to lay next to you just like this, well into the morning.

Part 3 here!

[witchersgoldenbard]

There is one thing that Jaskier doesn't love: sex and everything that comes with it. They have to tell Geralt, somehow. It goes better than expected.

cue: softness, non-binary jaskier, supportive boyfriends in love, ~1.4k words of all the comfort cuddles

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Your Loving Touch Is All I Need

Time always seems to stop when Geralt is with Jaskier. His boyfriend will lie in bed with him, not filling the space between them with words. Instead, they will just look at him, run their careful fingers along his jaw and trace that smile that belongs only to them.

It always makes him weak.

Jaskier loves to touch him, Geralt knows, and he loves to let them. Loves to feel those gentle brushes of skin against his own, loves the warmth that comes with it and the blush that rises to Jaskier’s cheeks when he catches their fingers and presses kiss after kiss to their knuckles.

Time stops and the world around them disappears right along with it.

Tonight, though, there is something distant in Jaskier’s eyes that has Geralt a bit worried. He brushes his fingers over Jaskier’s cheek and those blue eyes focus on him. The room is only lit with the fairy lights that Jaskier loves so much, but it’s still enough for Geralt to see the anxiety in their eyes, the way they bite their lip and then escape Geralt’s eyes.

He frowns, really worried now.  “Hey,” he breaks the silence gently, stroking Jaskier’s cheek now. “What’s wrong?”

They swallow and shake their head, eyes landing everywhere but where Geralt needs them. He waits, but Jaskier does not seem inclined to talk.

“Is something wrong?” Geralt asks then, deciding to take this step by step and see if Jaskier will want to talk about it at some point.

Jaskier nods, still not meeting Geralt’s eyes but that’s fine. Instead, they hook their foot underneath Geralt’s, seeking more touch and comfort. He smiles and shuffles forward a bit, an invitation for Jaskier to take whatever they need.

Instantly, they roll forward and bury their face in Geralt’s chest, throwing their arm around his middle and holding on. Instinctively, as though it is muscle memory, Geralt’s fingers find themselves in Jaskier’s hair, gently combing through it in a way that has always calmed them.

This time, it seems, is no exception.

“You can talk to me, okay?” he whispers, and Jaskier nods against his chest.

“I know.” They move their head so their words are no longer muffled by Geralt’s chest, and he holds them tighter in return. “I know I can. I’m just… I don’t know.”

“That’s okay,” Geralt whispers. “You don’t have to.”

Jaskier nods again and presses a kiss to Geralt’s chest, right above his heart.

He’s weak. He is so weak for Jaskier and he wants them to be happy.

“I love you,” he says instead, and he means it. But the whimper that comes from Jaskier is entirely too concerning.

“I love you, too,” they rasp, their throat closing up but they power through it. “And…” The take a deep breath, clinging to Geralt a bit more before continuing. “And you know I love, well, touching you.”

Geralt nods, humming gently. He does know that, and he loves it, too.

“And sleeping with y—in bed with you. Cuddling. All of that, I love it. I really, really do. Okay?”

“Okay,” Geralt says, still not entirely sure where this is going and what has Jaskier so afraid, but he is content to listen patiently until he understands.

They swallow heavily and bury their face in Geralt’s chest again, holding onto him and gathering their words. It would be endearing if he weren’t so nervous about what’s to come.

Finally, it bursts out of Jaskier in a single, muffled breath. “I don’t wanna have sex with you.” They lift their head off Geralt’s chest to look at him, looking so worried and anxious and sorry that Geralt for a moment doesn’t know what to say to that. “I had sex before,” Jaskier continues, the dam that kept their words inside seemingly broken. “With Valdo. And it was fine but the thought of it is really icky, somehow, and the more I think about it the more suffocating it becomes and I really don’t want to have sex, Geralt, but I love you and I don’t want to lose you and I am sorry, but—”

“Jask, it’s fine,” Geralt promises, caught between the need to reassure his love and smiling at how naïve they are to think they could possibly lose him.

But Jaskier is shaking their head, still looking so stubbornly worried that Geralt has to sit up, taking them with him and pulling them into his lap. Still, Jaskier keeps rambling. “No. You’re so pretty and I want to look at you all day, I want to kiss you and I want to hold you and hold your hand and tell the whole school and the whole world. And I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Geralt whispers, taking their face into his hands to stop the frantic shaking. To make them believe him. “Jask, baby, don’t be sorry.”

He brushes their hair away from their forehead and presses a kiss there instead. Jaskier melts against him and that’s a good sign.

“It’s fine if you’re ace or demi or grey or whatever, okay? I love touching you, too, and you can tell the whole school and the whole world,” he smiles and Jaskier huffs against his neck, wrapping their arms around his middle. “The thought of sex is not repulsive to me, but I don’t really care for it either.”

Jaskier sniffles and then pulls back to look at him. “You don’t?”

“No,” Geralt smiles, a bit sheepish. “I wouldn’t have minded sleeping with you, it’s not really a hardship with how pretty and wonderful you are.” Jaskier blushes and ducks their head, and Geralt is so weak. “And if that ever changes for you, I still won’t mind sleeping with you, okay? It’s fine if you’re demi and it’s fine if you’re ace. I promise.”

That makes Jaskier frown again and the tears return to his eyes, making them shine in the low light and Geralt has trouble understanding how anyone can look so beautiful even on the verge of crying.

“I don’t want to be an assortment of labels, though,” Jaskier rasps with a pout, age-old insecurities resurfacing again, reminding them of how different they are from the rest of the people who call themselves family. Geralt aches for them, remembering the tear-filled conversations they’ve shared about that very topic several times before.

He pulls Jaskier against him again, letting them bury their face against his neck and holding them close. “You don’t have to be, Jask. You’re more than all of that. And if you don’t want sex – now or ever –, then that’s not who you are or who you always have to be. It’s just that, plain and simple. You’re my Jask, my love, wonderful just the way you are and that won’t change just because we won’t have sex.”

Jaskier is quiet for a long time and Geralt hopes desperately that this means they understand his words for what they are.

“You promise?” they ask with a small voice, their forehead pressed to the crook of Geralt’s shoulder, the tip of their nose cold against his collar bone.

“I promise,” Geralt whispers. “I love you, Jask.”

A sniffle, then Jaskier is tugging at the hem of Geralt’s shirt, seeking his warmth with those cold hands of theirs. They’re always cold when they’re crying, and Geralt will gladly be their furnace.

“I love you, too, Geralt.”

He hums and presses a kiss to their temple. “And no more sorries, okay?”

Jaskier’s head lifts from his shoulder and their eyes finally meet again. Geralt is so, so weak. More so when soft, tentative lips finally meet his in a gentle kiss that Jaskier deepens after a second, their hands tangling in Geralt’s hair. They hum and smile into the kiss, and Geralt wants to give them the entire world. Instead, what he does is give them another kiss. And then a few more for good measure.

“No more sorries,” Jaskier whispers eventually, pressing their foreheads together. “I’ll try. Thank you.”

Geralt hums and holds them. Kisses them. Loves them. Knows that it will always be easier to be weak for Jaskier than hard for anyone else.

[dat-carovieh]

Caro's Geraskier fics Masterpost

Self defence

4.1k - T - Hurt/Comfort, Fluff Geralt teaching Jaskier some fighting.

Time for a bath

1.2k - G - Sick fic, Fluff, established relationship, caring Geralt Jaskier is sick and Geralt can't have that.

I'm so sorry

2.8k - G - Fix-It, Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Eventual Romance Post Episode 6. Geralt and Jaskier try to cope with what happened.

A Witcher's true heart

1.1k - G - Fluff, Light Angst, Soft Geralt, , Feelings, Roach is a good listener, First Kiss Who would have known, Geralt could talk so much, if he thinks, no one can hear him.

Hot mess Jaskier

2k - T - Fix-It - Hurt/Comfort, apologies, Jaskier is a hot mess,Geralt has feelings, Post Mountain In which Jaskier turns emo and basically invents rock music

To the Coast?

2.8k - T - Fix-It, hurt Jaskier, emotionally constipated Geralt - apologies, Post Mountain Geralt realizes that he has fucked up immediately and apologizes, they end up going to the coast together.

Shut up, Bard

1.9k - E- Porn without plot, blowjob, Bottom Jaskier, Top Geralt, bratty Jaskier, Anal Sex, Hair-pulling, spanking, light bondage, established relationship Geralt wants some silence, Jaskier figures, Geralt should make him.

Because love does not exist here, in this garden there's no feeling

1.8k - G - Emotionally constipated Geralt, Geralt has emotions, Pining, unresolved emotional tension Witchers don't have feelings so of course, Geralt does not feel.

A Grain of truth

11.3k - T - Cursed Jaskier, Monster Jaskier, Angst, Eventual Fluff, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling, hurt Jaskier, FLuff, Emotionally Constipated Geralt Jaskier has been cursed to look like a bear. Geralt will not rest until he helped his bard to lift that curse.

Wanna join me

1.1k - G - Porn without plot, Masturbation, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Exhibitionism, outdoor Sex Jaskier masturbates not as quiet as he thinks.

Taking care of your Witcher

2.5k - E - Porn without plot, Light Bondage, Bottom Geralt, Top Jaskier, Geralt is a good boy, Porn with Feelings, Established Relationship, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Hair-pulling, Praise kink People are not always happy to see a Witcher even if he just got rid of a Kikimora for them. Good thing, Geralt has a bard who gladly takes care of him.

You don't have to hide from me (Incubus Jaskier Series)

1.7k - T - Creature Jaskier, Getting together, Love Confessions, Fluff, Light Angst, First time sex Geralt had always known, something was different with Jaskier but he hadn't been able to say what it was until the day they slept together for the firs time

The White Wolf

1.9k - G - Fluff, Animal Transformation, Wolf Geralt, Getting Together, First Kiss Geralt is called the White Wolf, but nearly no one knows, he can actually turn into a white wolf.

Hot Cockles

1.2k - E - Porn without Plot, hot cockels, Blow Jobs, spanking, Semi-Public Sex, noles play weird games, Porn with feelings Apparently some nobles play a party game that involves spanking. Geralt is not sure what to think about it.

How to silence your Bard

466 - G - Fluff, First kiss, Getting Together, Nose kiss, “Jaskier, could you please shut the fuck up,” Geralt asked, surprisingly polite. “No, not really,” he answered.

Bright smiles and glistering eyes

3.2 - G - Fluff, Dancing, Idiots in love, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Getting Together, Party Geralt and Jaskier attend a wedding of an old friend together.

I try so loud to love you. You cannot seem to hear

18.8k - E - Graphic Depictions Of Violence - Pining, so much pining, Emotionally Constipated Geralt, slowish burn, torture, bathtub sex, Anal Sex, Gentle Sex, angry bard sex (Jaskier/Valdo), vaginal sex, threesome, Geralt has feelings, emotionally hurt Jaskier Jaskier is in love with Geralt and he is not subtle about it, not at all.

Love and Wine

3.7k - T - Fluff, Getting Together, Fix-it, First Kiss, Corvo Bianco, Wine, Toussaint, Cuddling, Sharing a bed, pining, Friends to lovers, Timelines are overrated Jaskier wants to get away for a while, he proposes the coast, but Geralt has another idea.

You complete us

2.2k - T - Geralt/Jaskier/Eskel, Fluff, Polyamory, Getting Together, Cuddling, misunderstandings, Idiots in Love Geralt and Jaskier realize that they both would like an addition to their relationship.

I'm famous, Darling

2.6k - E - Fluff, Smut, Frotting, Light Angst, Established Relationship, Jaskier is very famous “And where do you think you are going?” he asked Geralt as he tried to pass him. “Seeing Jaskier?” he said confused. “Sorry, no fans behind this point,” the man said, not moving. “Fans? I’m his boyfriend,” Geralt answered, now getting a little angry and stepping a bit closer.

Let's get out of here

950 - T - Fluff, Established Relationship The banquet is freaking boring, like always, so Geralt and Jaskier decide they should get the fuck out.

My Daughter's Teacher

6.4k - M - Teacher AU, Teacher JAskier, Parent Geralt, Teacher/Parent relationship, Getting Together, Fluff, Implied sexual content, classtrip, Eskel and Lambert are Idiots, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Ciri gets a new class-teacher. Geralt is quickly fascinated by the teacher.

A Witcher's Flower

6k - E - Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Hand Jobs, Geralt is an Idiot, Worried Geralt, Porn without Plot, First Time, Rimming Geralt has never had sex with a man. When he and Jaskier get together he panics a little.

Pay attention in class

1.5k - E - Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay, Teacher/Student Roleplay, Spanking, Anal Sex, Bottom Geralt, Top Dandelion, Sub Geralt, Dom Jaskier, Oxenfurt Academy, Multiple Orgasms, Married Sex Dandelion has persuaded his husband to attend one of his Oxenfurt lectures. But poetry really isn't something Geralt is interested in. And inattentive students have to be punished.

Wanking in my sleep

858 - E - Mutual Masturbation, Somnophilia, Hand Jobs, Porn without Plot Jaskier is always horny, sometimes even in his sleep.

I cannot find the words to keep you

6.5k - T - Angst, Misunderstanding, implied suicidal thoughts, Apologies After leaving Kaer Morhen, Geralt gets a letter from Jaskier, conviced, the bard wants to break up with him, he burns it, before he can read the whole thing.

Starving for more (Incubus Jaskier Series)

1.9k - E - Incubus Jaskier, Angst, Hurt, Geralt is a monsterfucker, Worried Geralt, Hurt Jaskier, Established Relationship, Anal Sex Jaskier has to find out, only one person isn't really enough for an Incubus to survive. Geralt has to find out, his Incubus boyfriend is not good at looking after himself.

Fill me, destroy me, make me cry

4.1k - E - Porn without plot, Tentacle sex, consenmtacles, Sex magic, Sex Toys, Spanking, Face Slapping, Face Fucking, Teabagging, Bondage, Anal sex, Begging, Dom Geralt, Sub Jaskier, Double Penetration, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Established Relationship, Safeword Use, Geralt's canonically Huge Cock Jaskier acquires a new sex toy and he wants to test it with Geralt.

Blowing off steam

1.1k - E - Porn without Plot, Anal Sex, Fingering, Rimming, Rough Sex, Top Geralt, Bottom Jaskier, Manhandling Geralt is grumpy after a bad hunt and Jaskier offers himself up to blow off some steam. Not entirely selfless of course.

Tell me what to do

5.4k - E - 5.4k Dom Jaskier, Sub Geralt, Under-negotiated kink, Masturbation, Gentle dom Jask, Good Parent Geralt, Coming untouched, blowjob, Praise Kink, Dubious Consent Jaskier figures out, Geralt has really subby tendencies and slowly tests out the boundaries.

Not so secret

3.6k - M - Alternate Universe-Teachers, Teacher Geralt, Teacher Jaskier, COVID-19, Quarantine, Zoom class, Coming Out, Rumors, cat roach Geralt and Jaskier teach at the same school and have been married for a couple of years. Their students start to wonder what exactly is between them, especially as zoom classes start. Ciri has fun delivering the newest gossip to them.

Most valuable possession

1.4k - T - Protective Jaskier, Lute mishandling, Love Confessions, First kiss, Getting together Geralt assumes the lute is Jaskier's most valuable possession, but there is one thing that means even more to the bard.

In your sleep

1k - E - Porn without Plot, Bottom Jaskier, Top Geralt, Anal Sex, Anal fingering, Morning Sex, Consensual Somnophilia, pre negotiated kink Geralt wakes up horny to a still sleeping Jaskier and puts the situation to good use

Hold me up

4.5k - E - Porn without plot, Jaskier/Geralt, Jaskier/Witchers, Lambert/Aiden, Shibari, Bondage, Gangbang, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Hair-pulling, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Double Penetration, Overstimulation, Crying, Begging, Fisting, Rimming, Forced Orgasm, Multiple Orgasms, cum slut, Witchersexual Jaskier Jaskier and Geralt are a couple, but that doesn't stop them from inviting other Witchers into their... well not bed. :D or Jaskier wants to get used like a fucktoy by a bunch of Witchers

You can hold it

950 - E - Porn without plot, Omorashi, Watersports, wetting Under-negotiated kink, Mildly dubious consent, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering “We stop here for the day,” Geralt decided and got off Roach’s back. “Oh Melitele’s tits, finally!” Jaskier exclaimed and jumped to the ground. “I really need to go.” “No, you don’t!” Geralt said again. “Geralt, do you want me to piss myself?” Jaskier asked a little annoyed.

Sevenhundred years of pining

0 - T - Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Texting, Tinder, Miscommunication, Idiots in love, Friends to Lovers, Everyone is immortal, texting AU, Pining, Mutual Pining, instagram posts, whatsapp messages, Angst It's 2020 on the continent. Jaskier and Geralt have been friends for over 750 years and been pining for nearly as long. Until one day, they match on tinder.

A story only told through Whatsapp and social media screenshots.

Feline Adoration

1.8k - T - Fluff, Shapeshifter Jaskier, catshifter Jaskier, Getting Together, Love Confessions, accidental love confession, First Kiss Cats don't like Witchers. So Geralt is very surprised when one cat seems to be following him around.

Why do you hate me?

5.5k - E - Miscommunication, Hurt Geralt, Hurt Jaskier, Geralt has Self esteem issues, self loathing Geralt, Post Rare Species, non romantic Jaskier/Lambert After the mountain incident, Jaskier meets Lambert in a tavern and finds someone in him, who enjoys talking shit about Geralt, also a great bed partner and a good friend. And then winter comes, leading them to Kaer Morhen.

A Witcher Buffet

8.9k - E - Incubus Jaskier, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Incubi are self lubricating, wall sex, Never have I ever, Bath Sex, Double Penetration, Spitroasting, Jaskier/Witchers Incubus Jaskier and Geralt go to Kaer Morhen where Jaskier gets to feed off a bunch of willing Witchers.

Teasing is how we show love

1.2k - T - Geralt/Jaskier/Regis/Eskel, Polyamory, Fluff, Teasing, Gerralt has 3 boyfriends Jaskier and Regis meet Eskel for the first time, Geralt worries that they might get jealous because Geralt and Eskel have known each other for so long. He might have been wrong, it's still an interesting experience for Geralt.

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In dire need of change

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The Witcher is with me

1.7k - E - Pretend Relationship, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex Geralt isn't interested in the woman who currently tries to get into his pants. Good thing Jaskier is there to help him get away and is very successful to get into Geralt's pants.

Do it here

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Didn't know I was your type

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I don't fear you, I fear for you

822 - T - Potions, Misunderstanding, Worried Jaskier, Geralt has self Esteem Issues, First kiss Geralt returns to the camp, covered in monster guts and still hopped on potion. Jaskier smells of fear and Geralt thinks this will finally make Jaskier run.

Split me open

1.4k - E - Size kink, Size Queen Geralt, Jaskier's enormous cock, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Bottom Geralt, Top Jaskier, Porn without Porn Since Geralt walked in on Jaskier masturbating he can't stop thinking about the bards huge cock.

Leave him alone

5.9k - T - Alternate Universe - High School, Bullying, Nerdy Geralt, First Kiss, Getting together, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Suicide mention Jaskier is somewhat popular in highschool while Geralt is the nerdy kid and gets bullied quite a bit. No one expected for them to become friends.

So long to the Person you begged me to be

24.3k- T - Trans Jaskier, Trans Geralt, Misgendering, Transphobia, Winter at Kaer Morhen, Weddings, Minor Lambert/Aiden, Kaer Morhen's Hot springs, Oining, Mutual Pining, Fake Marriage, Miscommunication, deadnaming, Getting Together Jaskier ran away from home to be the person he truly is, his parents however want nothing more than to get him married off.

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Poker Night

Summary: It's Syverson's last night with her before he is deployed back to duty in the desert. She challenges him for a game of strip poker and ends up on the table.

Pairing: Syverson x OFC

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (male receiving), deep throating, penetration, anal penetration, unprotected sex

A/N: I just love writing about Syverson! And I truly believe he is an ass man. No one can change my mind. Also, thirst away!

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Title: Poker Night

"Ha!" I jumped up in my seat as I threw another flush on the table. "You suck at this, Sy."

The captain grunted from his chair, throwing his cards on the table unceremoniously. He grabbed a hold of his beer bottle and took a huge swig off it.

Sy was to be deployed tomorrow, which meant at least another six months without us being together. We could have just cuddled up in bed, but since that is what we did the entire time he was here, I tried to switch it up.

And besides, this kept my mind distracted of the thoughts of him being away in the desert and the possibility of him never making it back.

I shook my head, grinning at the captain. I had suggested we play some poker instead. We had our dinner, I helped him pack his bag, his uniform sitting nicely pressed on our bed and pulled out the cards.

Sy had brought out a beer and sat himself with a grunt. The man did not show his emotions, but I could feel his eyes lingering on me like he was trying to memorize every part of my body.

"This is Texas Holdem' Poker, how can you be so bad at it?" I shuffled the card again for another round.

"Careful, doll. You don't wanna be gettin' spanked all night."

I bit my lip at the thought. I wouldn't mind getting spanked by him. I could already feel wetness in between my thighs as he smirked at me while gulping down his beer.

I started distributing our cards, when an idea struck me."Maybe you don't have an incentive to win. How about me make it strip poker?"

That definitely pulled Sy's attention. He sat up straighter in his chair, placing the bottle aside and took his cards in his hand.

"Are you ready to strip, Captain?"

***

A round of games later, Sy sat in only his underwear and his cap. He had lost all his deals and I wasn't complaining. He was a sight to behold. The vast expanse of his chest, covered in dark hair, muscles taught and flexing everytime he moved. I was tripping on my new found power to strip the captain of his clothes while I sat there fully clothed.

"You really, really suck." I laughed, arranging my cards to make a hand.

Sy looked at me from under his cap, his gaze intense. He scratched his beard, looking at his cards and arranging them. "How about we make it more interesting?"

"I'm listening," I sat back against my chair, intrigued as to what the man had to offer.

"Sudden death. Whoever looses, strips completely."

I smirked at him, loving the idea. If I could make the Captain strip naked, he would never hear the end of it. I bounced in my seat, not nearly able to contain my excitement.

We began our game. I smiled looking at the straight hand that I was making. Sy was either pulling on a poker face or he was loosing. I liked to think it was the latter, my eyes widening with only two cards left for the hand to complete.

"Here you go."

Sy laid out his cards on the table, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips behind the beard.

"What? No.." I looked at his card incredulously. "A royal flush?! What the-!"

"Don't you know me at all, woman? It's Texas Holdem'. I grew up playing that." I threw my cards at the table, annoyed.

"Now, now. Don't be a sore loser. You know what you have to do." A mischievous grin formed on his face, him sitting back with his hands behind his head.

Oh, how he liked to be in power. He knew he could give me the upper hand and then pull the carpet from underneath me. But I was a military wife alright. He had married his match.

Sliding the chair back, I stood up. I could still win at this, not poker, but I could make him tremble if I wanted to.

Slowly, I let my hand graze over my sides as I made my way to the hem of my tshirt. His tshirt which I had long claimed as my own. With tentative moves, I pulled the fabric over my body, letting it slide up little by little.

I could see Sy shift in his seat, loving the view in front of him. The cold air inside the room, made my nipples harden, straining against the fabric of my bra. I let a hand slide down my breast, teasing and tugged at my shorts.

I kept my gaze on him, not letting my eyes wander. Whereas he followed my shorts fall down my thighs, pooling near my feet. The sheer lust in the man's eyes made me weak. I felt the warmth pooling in between my thighs again.

I was Sy's only weakness. He loved to see me strip.

Biting my lip in between my teeth, I let the straps of my bra fall from my shoulders. The cups fell down, revealing my taut nipples to the cold air. Goosebumps began forming over my skin, as I unhooked the bra and let it join my clothes on the floor.

Sy's hand had disappeared underneath the table, massaging himself through his underwear. Slowly, I made my way to him. Taking his cap off and putting it over mine, I knellled in front of him.

"Need a hand, Captain."

He groaned as I knead him from over his hand. He let his hand go and placed them on my breast, squeezing it tightly.

I moaned with the feeling, as he pinched a nipple between his fingers. Hooking my fingers in his underwear' waistband and pulling them down, I released him from his constraints. His thick cock twitched as I grabbed it in my hand.

"Suck," He said, pulling my head to his groin.

My panties were soaking as I licked his glistening top, precum beading on the tip. Sy let out a huff, watching me as I took him inside my warm cavern, moaning around him.

His pulsating dick filled my mouth and I took him in as much as I could. I pulled him out before swallowing him again. Sy kept his hand over my head, grabbing a hold of my hair.

When I couldn't take him any more, I began pulling out. But Sy kept pushing me on him. Tears sprung in my eyes as I swallowed him, him hitting the back of my throat.

The groan that left his lips, satisfying to my ears and totally worth the discomfort. So I throated him, taking him in deep, each and everytime.

Sy watched me the entire time. His breaths were beginning to come in short and sharp. I grabbed a hold of the base of his cock and stroked simultaneously as I sucked him off.

"Fuck," he breathed our shakily. I could feel his balls tightening, him ready to release. I was going to swallow every drop of this man. I wanted to remember the taste of him on my lips until he gets home again.

But Sy pulled me back by my hair, jerking his cock free from my mouth. It came out with a pop, confusion shadowing my face.

Hooking his hands under my pits, he pulled me up as he stood and turned me around, pushing me on the table facedown. I heard the ripping of my panties impatience evident in his movements. He spread my legs with his, plunging two thick fingers in my dripping folds.

"Ummm, Sy," I moaned as he scissored his fingers inside my tight pussy.

"Always so tight, doll. Always so tight for the Captain." He breathed out, moving his fingers in and out. His thumb teased my other puckering hole, the sensation foreign. We had never threaded that territory because I had been scared. Sy had voiced how he had to conquer ever hole in my body, to claim me as his in entirety. But the man was not an animal and had never forced himself on me.

I wanted to make Sy happy in every way that was possible.

"Sy," I moaned as he inserted his thumb inside my ass.

"Want me to fuck you in the ass, doll?"

The excitement of being Sy's, no inch or corner of my body untouched by him, made me drip from my cunt. I braced myself on my hands, thrusting my hip back against his fingers in an affirmative.

Sy pulled his fingers out of me, leaving me feel empty. I turned at my hip to look at him, as he grabbed a hold of his thick, veiny cock and ran it along my slit. He coated his dick with my juices, inserting only his tip in my aching pussy.

The anticipation built in me as I watch him place himself up towards my ass. I tried to relax, I had read it help with the pain, but the eagerness of his dick inside my undefiled hole made me tense up. I cried out in pain, as he slathered my tight hole with my juices as he inserted his bulging tip inside. The searing pain of him splitting my virginal hole, made me lie splayed on the table, my thighs writhing.

Sy thrusted a few shallow ones, letting me adjust to his size. My labored breaths echoed around us everytime he entered me. When he saw fit, he slowly dug himself deeper, in my warm canal, filling me up where no man had gone before.

It was the momentary pain that made me want to stop, but Sy soothed my spine with his hand, sheathing himself deep inside me. He groaned as my warm insides enveloped him, tight against his cock.

"Oh, baby," he moaned, taking a moment to keep himself inside me.

The pain subsided with only pleasure taking its place. Sy moved his dick out, leaving the tip within, before thrusting inside me with a grunt.

Soon only our moans vibrated inside our empty house. He grabbed a hold of my hips, his nails digging on my skin. I reached down towards my clit, circling the nub with my fingers. The table beneath us creaked against the floor with each of his powerful thrusts. I was sure the neighbors would hear his low groans and hear me cry out with his cock filling my insides repeatedly.

Sy slapped my hand away from my clit, moving his on it instead. He rubbed my sensitivite nub vigorously making the deep seated tightening to appear in my belly.

"S-Sy!" I cried out as my insides clenched, his cock moving despite the pressure.

"Oh, fuck," He shouted out with a beastly grunt and spilled himself deep within me. His hips moving, riding his high, spilling every drop of his seed in my previously unplumbed hole.

In a sweaty mess, he rested against my thigh. My thighs shook as the aftershock of my orgasm left my body. We stayed still for a moment, gathering our breaths with the intensity of our lovemaking leaving us spent.

"You are amazing," Sy complimented me, pulling his softening length out. His seed spilled out from my ass and dribbled down the insides of my thighs.

He helped me sit up, my bum feeling sore and making me wince as a sharp pain travelled up my spine. "Something to remember you by?" I smiled weakly at him as he held me against his strong chest. "Was daddy satisfied by his little princess?" I asked, twirling my finger in his coarse chest hair.

"You're not my princess, doll," Sy kissed my forehead tenderly, "You're my queen."

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I Will Fear No Evil

Day 1 of FebuWhump2021, run by @febuwhump! Also can be read on ao3.

For the most part, camping with an army chasing you wasn’t much different than camping without an army chasing you, Jaskier thought. When with Geralt, things were usually barebones anyway. The brief time they’d camped with Yennefer had been luxury but four people were easier to track than two and two, so they’d once again had to split off. And so their camp was as basic as usual, a few more traps set and more care taken to blend in with the forest around them.

But all in all, it felt… normal. It was almost like old times, deliriously far away now, where they would camp in the woods when they found each other again on the Path, would stay up talking late into the night for no particular reason.

Jaskier looked up at the tree beside him, which was losing some of its honey-colored leaves. Nestled in a branch were two turtle doves, cuddled together against the slight morning breeze.

“Geralt!” he whispered loudly. “Geralt! Look!' He pointed up. Across the tiny camp, Geralt looked up from fiddling with his potions and raised an eyebrow. Jaskier pointed excitedly. The witcher looked up, and after a beat, went back to his potions. “Birds,” he said.

“Turtle doves, Geralt, two in one place is lucky. A good omen for love! And friendship!”

“Don’t look like turtles to me,” Geralt said. “And I’ve never heard anything about doves and love."

“That’s… Geralt. I know you’re not one for human mythos, but they’re turtle doves. It’s… its famous, Geralt! It’s a thing!”

“Never heard of it.”

“It is very much a thing!” Jaskier said, a bit louder than he probably should have but they were safe here. He always felt safer with Geralt. But he dropped his voice again, just in case. “It is very much a thing, Geralt. Turtle doves are a pillar of love songs. Even I’ve used them more than once! Don’t you ever listen?”

“No.”

“You!” Jaskier picked up an acorn and threw it at his head, but Geralt caught it easily. “You menace. I try and make a nice point about doves and you…”

Geralt was smirking at him.

“Ohhhh, oh you complete ass! Mr. ‘Oblivious Witcher’ strikes again, well pardon me for wanting to trust you, for wanting to educate you! When will you stop pulling this?”

Geralt chuckled. “When you stop falling for it so easily,” he said, pocketing the acorn.

Jaskier went to look back at the birds but stopped when he saw Geralt’s raised hand and his face-- which went from concentrating, to confused, to panicked, all in a second.

“Jaskier— behind me, now!”

The bard didn’t waste a moment, scrambling desperately over to his friend, whipping a small dagger off of his belt. The woods were silent, and Geralt’s eyes were blown wide. He started to lower himself down slowly, eyes up and sword drawn, in an attempt to grab one of his potions. Jaskier looked around wildly.

And then, the birds flew off in a rush.

It happened at once. Bandits— no, more professional than that, but quite not Nilfgaardian soldiers— seized on them, easily 15, but he didn’t have time to count. He swung wildly, but he was too scared, too wrapped up in protecting himself and trying to watch for signals for Geralt. He landed a lucky punch in some bastard's face and swung to see another figure sneaking up on Geralt. “Look out!”

If Geralt turned, he didn’t see; a bag was thrown over his head, his knees kicked out from under him. Before he could lash out, his arms and legs were being held down and tied up and felt a pit in his stomach as he heard Geralt shout and then fall silent, followed by a dull thud on the ground below.

“GERALT!”

The captors quickly ripped the bag off and stuffed some cloth in his mouth, securing it with a tie around his head, before shoving the bag back down. Fuck.

He tried to listen to them— but all he got was that they didn’t have long to travel before making it to their quarters, and they didn’t have dimeritium, but wouldn’t need it because they’d send word to Nilfgaard immediately. They wouldn’t have long to escape.

“I’m taking the bard,” one said, kicking him in the stomach. “Wanna see him squirm. Then we’ll carve something out of this beast,” and Jaskier saw red behind the bag. He screamed, thrashed, tried desperately to fight off the ropes.

“Gods. Shut up,” said one captor, before he felt a blunt pain on his head and his world went black.

xxx

Jaskier came to slowly and deeply uncomfortably. It was musty, smelled foul, and the air hung in his lungs like molasses. His arms were behind his back, and one of his shoulders— he tried to move it and hissed against the pain— was definitely dislocated. The cold steel of handcuffs cut into his wrists, stiff and uncomfortable, and he was knelt in a liquid he didn’t want to look at, much less under the origins of. His head ached enough as it was.

His knees were also touching something warm, and when he opened his eyes blearily he found that it was Geralt’s own bent legs, slotted between his own. His vision swam, his stomach lurched, and he shut his eyes tightly to stop sickness coming on. Jaskier took a few deep breaths— feeling lucky he had the lungs of a bard— and steeled himself. He looked up.

He could barely see. The cell was… he’d had closets bigger than this. It was clearly a very temporary holding space, the narrow walls definitely designed to make them panic, and Jaskier found it might actually be working. Geralt’s head hung, and he breathed deeply, but his slight snarl against the smell of the room proved him to be awake. Thank the gods, that was something. Geralt’s face was only a few inches from his own, and Jaskier had to restrain himself from burying his face in the Witcher’s shoulder, or bumping their foreheads together.

“Well. Good morning,” he said softly, trying to coax out a reaction. All he got was Geralt’s next intake of breath sounding a bit deeper. This was bad. If Geralt was still waiting, still thinking, this was worse than Jaskier had thought. He looked around— his witcher's wrists were in handcuffs much like his own, but his ankles were cuffed to the floor as well and a heavy chain went around his middle several times. His neck had a thick cuff around it too, and though it was attached to the wall by a chain instead of into the wall itself, it restricted his movements enough to make it an issue. They were keeping him worse than one would keep an animal. It made him sick to see.

These captors were not the most sophisticated, and may not have had dimeritium, but Geralt’s bindings were solid enough that there wouldn’t be much for him to do. But Jaskier could help. He could always help, some way, somehow, even if it was small.

At the top of the wall behind Geralt was the one and only light source for the cell, a long, narrow window only as tall as his fist might be but a foot or two long. In front of it were thick metal bars; likely iron, his mind supplied unhelpfully. Jaskier set to work dreaming up an escape plan. If— if he just stood on Geralt’s shoulders, maybe he could pry the bars apart, and punch the glass out? But what good would that do— it wasn’t like it was tall enough for either of them to squeeze through. He looked to his right, and a dark stone wall greeted him, and to his left, where the door to the cell stood imposing, solid, and very much locked. He hung his head and tried to fight his creeping anxiety. Maybe there wasn’t anything he could do this time.

Okay. They’d been in tough spots before, he’d been in bad spots before but this… this was different. This was Nilfgaard, and this was Geralt. He could take Nilfgaard alone, no amount of torture could bring any answers out of him, but if they used Geralt against him… he felt doubt in himself sneak in. The thought of Geralt, hurt because he wouldn’t release information turned his stomach, and he realized that, much as he wanted to, he couldn’t promise not to say something.

Fear began to rise in him. He rarely was afraid in these situations— he was good at converting feelings into something productive— emotional alchemy, he liked to think of it— but that was because there was always a way out. Every situation had an escape button if only you knew where to look. But he knew they would stop at nothing to know where Yennefer and Ciri were, and that was different. He knew they wanted Geralt dead, and that was different. That was so much different.

“Jaskier.” He looked up. Geralt was looking at him with concern and perhaps frustration. “You need to breathe.” He could only nod.

“Yep.”

Silence again. Something dripped onto the floor beside him.

“How did they…? Fuck, was it me with the birds? Did they hear?”

“No, they had a silencing charm. Should have heard them earlier, though.”

Jaskier looked at him, pained. “It’s not your fault. No point in lingering on it anyhow.” He shifted on his knees, and looked desperately around the cell again. “Well.”

“It's— I’ll get you out.”

“I’m not interested if it’s not both of us, Geralt.”

Blue met gold. They’d had this conversation before. Geralt sighed and looked around their cell.

“I don’t have much.”

“Yeah, well. Not giving us a fair fight, are they?” He hoped some light-heartedness would quell his fears, but it did nothing. Anxiety continued to creep in.

“They’re not.”

“Wouldn’t stand a chance otherwise.”

“No,” Geralt said with a huffed laugh. They both knelt there, breathing, looking at each other.

Jaskier’s resolve broke. “Fuck.”

“Fuck,” Geralt agreed.

There was nothing they could do. They were stuck. There was nothing. There was nobody coming and no ace up their sleeves. There was nothing. He’d have to suffer this, and die? Watch his friend be tortured? Be tortured himself? Let them take everything from him and give them what they wanted— either tears or information, or both. He should be brave but fuck, he was everything they’d always said he was, wasn’t he? A coward. He strained against his cuffs and they cut into his skin, unyielding. He thrashed about for a moment, and Geralt just looked at him sadly. Oh, fuck. He stopped, his body suddenly feeling like lead.

“I…” and suddenly the panic was overtaking him. Fuck. -Fuck. What if he couldn’t manage it? What if he wasn’t strong enough? He was going to die here, he knew it, that didn’t feel like anxiety, that was just realistic. That wasn’t even his fear, anymore, there was a dim acceptance of it in him.

They’d talked about this situation. They’d planned for it. They all knew each other's last fucking wishes, and gods, Yennefer and Ciri were going to have to deal with all of it alone. And— well, he knew he was a coward, everyone did, but this surprised him— what he was so, so deeply scared of was the pain. Of what they would do to him, of what it would be like to watch Geralt suffer, of all of it. Gods. He was shaking, he knew it, and Geralt was saying something but he couldn’t even hear him.

Oh but— but Geralt. Oh, the cuffs weren’t dimeritium.

Oh, how selfish he was about to be. Oh, how he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“I need you to—“ Whatever Geralt was saying, he stopped. Jaskier tried to slow his breathing. “I need you to Axii me.”

Geralt frowned deeply. “What? No.”

“Geralt. I can’t— if they have you, I’m not sure I can do this. Please, gods, I know its selfish, I’ll give you anything in return but—“ Jaskier looked up, met his Witcher’s eyes, and did not look away.  “This may be my last request of you Geralt. Please. Axii me.”

“I have no time for this. What would—“

“Just— tell me not to feel pain. Or fear. Make it easier, Geralt, please— I love you, I love you, if I see them hurt you I can’t promise what I’d say to make it stop. If they get bad enough— Geralt. Please. I can’t watch that.” He heard footsteps in the corridor, and though he couldn’t tell where they were going, it made everything more urgent. He realized tears were streaming down his face, cutting tracks through the grime, and he wondered numbly how long they’d been falling. “Geralt. Please. Please, dear heart, let me find some peace, help me protect you, Yennefer, Ciri, for gods sakes Geralt—”

“I can’t—”

“You can, Geralt, you can, I’m asking, I’m begging, my fate will be the same just please, please don’t make it hurt, I can’t—”

“Okay.”

“Okay? Is— so you will—“

“Okay. I…” Geralt shut his eyes tight and took a shuttering breath. “Fine. Close your eyes.”

Jaskier let his lids fall closed and realized the tears were coming in earnest. He was taking in small gasps of air, filled with mucus and completely undignified. He wanted so badly to be brave this time. He wanted it so badly. But he wasn’t strong enough and he knew it. Maybe he never had been. At least it’d all be over soon.

x

Geralt swallowed and opened his eyes. Jaskier was shaking, trying to breathe deeply but small sobs kept breaking through. Jaskier didn’t cry, he just didn’t; not when they were captured, not when he lost a competition, not when he was rejected. Jaskier was soft but this, this was new, and he’d known the man two decades now. He’d never seen him like this. It hurt. Against his nature, he wanted to reach out and— touch? Hold? Something. Anything but this.

But there wasn’t much else to do. Jaskier wasn’t wrong, was the worst part— if he couldn’t find them a way out, there was a good chance they’d kill the bard to hurt the witcher, torture Jaskier to get information or force him to watch Geralt be tortured. He could take the pain, and he knew Jaskier knew that, but watching it happen was another matter. Just as he was watching Jaskier suffer now.

His best friend was knelt in front of him in a tiny, dim cell, and asking for peace and had said— had said he loved—

Geralt shook off the thought. No. Not now. Couldn’t deal with that now.

He adjusted himself best he could to cast the sign before stopping. Jaskier’s tears and hiccuping breaths were slowing a bit.

Maybe he had to deal with it now.

“You— Jaskier, you know I—“

“Yes of course I do, Geralt.” His heart seized a bit. “All of it. Everything. It's okay. It's okay.” He rested his head against his bard’s soft hair. He didn’t deserve this fate. “Thank you,” he was whispering, “Thank you. You can do it. I’m ready. I love you, Geralt, do it now. You can do this.”

With fingers he could not feel, Geralt made the sign of Axii. “You will not feel pain. You will not feel fear, nor grief. You’ll be at peace.”

“No pain. No fear, no grief. Peace,” the bard replied thickly. Geralt felt the sign take hold and drew back to get a better look at his friend. Jaskier looked up blearily, almost drunkenly, and gave a lopsided smile. “Oh, Geralt. It’s lovely to be so close to you.”

Geralt took a breath. Footsteps drew nearer. Jaskier’s face was tracked with tears, and he still hiccuped a breath occasionally. He smiled still, his body loose of anxiety.

“Have I ever told you how stunning you are up close? It’s really something. Mmm. You seem tense, love. Whatever it is, it’s okay now. Oh Geralt, you really should relax a bit. Things are nice here. Peaceful.”

It occurred to him then how often he had unconsciously been spurred into action by watching Jaskier in pain. Seeing him hurt, or scared, or angry at injustice, or under threat he didn’t deserve, that was always Geralt’s cue to spare no expense; to fix the problem, heal the hurt. Protect his bard. And here his bard was, no fear, no hurt, no anguish. And it kicked up the same feelings in him but with something new as well. He didn’t want to think about it.

Jaskier had said love. And not in his flowery, Jaskier way. Love.

Ah.

He heard keys in the lock. Without a doubt, it was their captors, come to snap dimeritium around him while they had the chance. He strained against his restraints but they wouldn’t budge.

“I do love you, you know,” Jaskier said softly. He rested his head against Geralt’s shoulder. “You are so easy to love, dear. I wish you’d let yourself be. There’s so much of it waiting for you.”

No, he thought, he wouldn’t let his bard die here.

xxx

The thing about not feeling fear, Geralt thought belatedly, running through the forest with a bleeding bard in his arms, is that it allowed one to do absolutely stupid, reckless, and possibly brilliant things.

A bit like how Jaskier, seeing Geralt being handled roughly, head smashed once, twice, three times against the cold wet stone walls, had broken his own hand to escape his cuffs, stolen a sword off one of the soldiers, and slain three of them off without a thought of his own safety. He hadn’t seemed angry, or vengeful, or scared, just a calm man with a purpose that didn’t phase him. He’d knicked the key off a body, brought Geralt out of his chains, and quickly caught a sword through his side as he straightened up. But then it was Geralt’s turn to swing a sword, and before long they were out.

Keeping the overly calm Jaskier running had been a task in it of itself, but once they made it into the deeper woods, Geralt realized that it wasn’t that Jaskier’s wound was minor, but rather that he just didn’t feel the pain. And in the running he’d torn the wound more— Geralt didn’t want to look at it just yet, but it turned his stomach to see.

So now he was carrying the bag of potions and Jaskier’s small sack he’d rescued, his own swords, Jaskier’s lute that had lain beside it, and the bard himself in his ever-wearying arms. His head ached dully from being slammed repeatedly against the wall, and the few wounds he’s sustained, though healing, ached. When he finally found Roach (the only god he dared pray to at this point in his life) he threw everything on her back with the promise of apples and sugar, and they were off.

xxx

Jaskier’s head throbbed and ached. His side was stiff and there was a shooting pain in his leg. Both knees felt… off. One of his hands was so bandaged up he couldn’t move it at all, and his attempt to wiggle his fingers brought tears to his eyes. He let out a short involuntary cry against the sharp pain. And he was famished.

But there was something soft underneath him, and his clothes felt fresh and new. The air was sweet with… was that one of his oils? The rosemary one.

A moment later he heard footsteps approach and a door swing open carefully. He opened his eyes to see the blurry form of Geralt, who tried wordlessly to give him water, holding the glass to his lips. He sipped, but couldn’t bear to look his friend in the face. Fuck. What a coward he’d been, what an utter fool, what an ass to not believe Geralt would always get them out of trouble— how selfish he’d been. How disgusting Geralt must think him now.

He took a few sips and then turned away, and the glass was set back down. He could feel Geralt stay a moment, hovering over the bed, before crossing the room again quietly. Jaskier looked around as his friend left, took in the small 2 bedroom inn room, and nearly said something before Geralt softly closed the door behind him, not looking back.

Fuck. He wouldn’t even look at Jaskier now. He was doing this because he was a good man, and that was all. Jaskier didn’t deserve this kindness. Tears fell again. He didn’t deserve any of this, he should have— should have let them— should have—

He bit back sobs and tried to think of something else, but all he could imagine was Geralt looking at him, disappointed and ashamed.

xxx

The next few days were just as bad as the first the bard had come awake.

Geralt had wanted to give him time, space, but Jaskier wouldn’t even look at him now. He’d thought he was going to die, after all. He’d said too much. He’d exaggerated. He regretted saying what he did.

Geralt understood that— loving a Witcher would be shameful even to the most accepting humans. He couldn’t fault Jaskier. He wouldn’t. He faulted himself, for believing it was more than the pleading of a man afraid of death.

So he fed him, told him he’d spent a day and half asleep, at an inn that owed him a favor, that they were safe, for a bit. And told him that all of his wounds, (a stab in his side, a sprained ankle, a few broken fingers, a deep bruise on his thigh, and one on his rib,) wouldn’t leave many lasting issues once they were mended. They just needed patience. And the dislocation was healed— Geralt had fixed the shoulder while Jaskier was under the Axii. He was clean, no more matted blood on his hair or filth-ridden clothes. He’d keep the wound clean and then the bard could take over looking after it himself.

Jaskier hadn’t met his eyes.

He knew Jaskier would want to split ways as soon as he could leave, but that was difficult when Nilfgaard was chasing them… so Geralt prepared his arguments to get Jaskier to stay, and resigned himself to a colder winter than usual.

xxx

The two danced around each other for days. Geralt ran his purse dry, and took odd jobs, waiting for a time it was either safe to contact Yennefer and ask for help or safe for Jaskier to start moving again, and helped his friend eat and drink twice a day. Jaskier diligently ate, drank, and slept, and barely spoke a word.

Until the evening of the fifth day. Geralt sat on the second bed, polishing and sharpening his swords methodically, the sweet-sharp sound of the blades giving some life to the otherwise silent room. He was waiting for a bath to be filled and pretended the silence was normal, that he was human, and was waiting to hear when they were done filling the basin. He ran his hands up and down the sword. It didn’t need any more polishing. He rubbed it some more.

“I’m sorry,” Jaskier said, and Geralt’s movements came to a halt. He looked up, but Jaskier wouldn’t meet his eyes. He went back to his swords.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” Geralt said after a moment. “It was… you’re human. It was tense. Emotions were high.”

“Doesn’t excuse it,” Jaskier said softly, and a pang shot through his chest.

“It’s okay.”

“I regret it.”

Geralt grit his teeth. “Clearly.”

Jasker’s head spun. “Well then— then why are you still here?”

“You’re my friend, despite it all.”

“How does that not make it worse, Geralt? You were supposed to be able to trust me.”

“Well, then how about this. You’re a human, with human faults. Is that enough for you? Do I need more reasons to care?”

“I don’t need you to pity me, Geralt!” He tried to rise up on an elbow but the pain sent him back down. He finally turned his cold, fiery gaze on Geralt. “Fuck— I don’t want pity! If you’re only going to look at me like the coward I am then turn me loose and I’ll— I’ll go back to Oxenfurt, I’ll start over somewhere, but I won’t, I can’t deal with pity. Even if I am pitiable, even if I am…” he waved his non-bandaged hand, “the way I am.”

Geralt stared back blankly and then frowned. “Why would I think you were a coward?”

Jaskier stared blankly back before squinting. “Because I… the Axii. What the hell were you talking about?”

“The. What you— what you said— about me. Feelings.” He looked down at his swords. Swords didn’t fall in love. Another reason to like swords.

“N—Ger— I— I’m a coward, I’m a fraud and a disaster and I failed you, Geralt, I failed you, and Yennefer, and Ciri, and everyone who’s relying on us to hold things together which at my estimation is at least half the continent, if not more. How is that not what you’re focusing on?!”

“You didn’t fail anyone. You were afraid of giving up information. You asked for help. You were trying to protect us. And yourself. That’s not failure. You fought off three guards. You broke your own hand. On purpose”

“I was supposed to be brave! I didn’t last a minute in there. They hadn’t even done anything to us Geralt, and I folded. I can’t be scared right now, I’m not supposed to be, I could only fight because you used magic, and you only did that because I begged.”

Geralt shifted himself and sat on Jaskier’s bed. “The… fear of facing something is the same pain, twice felt. Anxiety is useless, fear… not entirely helpful. But if you lose your fear, you get… dull. Oblivious. It’s the balance. Of being afraid, but not falling into speculation. It’s not easy.” He waited for Jaskier to meet his eyes. “You’re not trained for this. You can’t expect yourself to not feel this kind of fear the first time you’re really presented with it.”

“It was cowardly.”

“And?”

Jaskier frowned. “And I should— I ought to be better than cowardly. For all of you, at least.”

“‘Cowardly’ has kept you alive, more often than not. You’re brave when you need to be. About… other things. Things I couldn’t be brave about if I wanted to be, and I do. I don’t… I don’t fault you for asking for it, Jaskier. You shouldn’t fault yourself either. It won’t do you much good.”

Jaskier sighed, unconvinced but unwilling to argue more. Someone knocked at the door, to tell them the bath was ready. Silence hung again.

“We… when we get to Kaer Morhen…” Jaskier perked up at this in surprise, “we can work on it. If you want. It could happen again. If you want to prepare for it, feel more ready, we can find a way to get you prepared for it. If that’s what you want.”

“…Kaer Morhen?”

Geralt frowned. “That’s where we’re going.”

“Well that’s where you’re going but I thought— well, you know—”

“That I’d leave you behind,” Geralt finished.

“Again,” they said, together, eyes not meeting.

“Wouldn’t fault you if you did,” Jaskier said with a small smile.

“You’re in this now. They know you, they know we’re connected, it’s already happened once… it’s more of a risk to leave you behind than not.”

“Ah, right. Can’t have me blabbing away.”

“No,” Geralt agreed. “But you’re also… wanted, there.”

Jaskier’s eyes twinkled, dimmer than usual, but there, and that was enough. “Need some entertainment up in that lonely keep? A barker for the winter? A dashing troubadour, a mellifluous bard, a—”

“Don’t push it.” Geralt held his stony expression for a moment before a grin cut across his face, and Jaskier grew one to match.

Their smiles were small, but even that seemed a victory now. Jaskier looked down at Geralt’s hand, which at some point had migrated to rest on his leg. “I… I certainly said some things back there, didn’t I?” he said softly.

“Mmm.”

“And that was what you meant, earlier. Feelings.”

“Yep.”

“Right. Well. I… no sense hiding it now, I suppose. I can’t remember it all, but if it was about you, and about— about love, then I meant it. Have for a while, actually.”

They were both silent again, and— his own feelings weren’t something he’d ever been able to articulate. But things had come close, and he’d lost something he hadn’t even realized he really had. So with small, careful movements, Geralt lifted his own hand and took Jaskier’s non-bandaged one in his own.

“Oh,” Jaskier said blankly. “Oh. Oh, Geralt. Really?”

Geralt nodded.

“Oh. Well. You’ve stolen speech from me. I’m…” he tangled their fingers together, and Geralt gave a light squeeze. “Wow. I knew there was… but I didn’t think… wow.”

“Mmm,” Geralt said, and finally looked back to see Jaskier staring at their intertwined hands, a flush high on his cheeks. Eventually, he looked back up, and something on Geralt’s face made the bard’s expression go from awestruck to… sympathetic, maybe.

“No rush, yeah? We’ve had this long, we can take a little longer.”

Something in his chest loosened. “Thank you.”

“Oh, dear, it’s my pleasure. Can I… would you mind if I said it again, under significantly less duress?”

Geralt nodded, slower this time. Their eyes met firmly, though Jaskier’s gaze was soft. More than anything, he wanted to summon one of the dozens, maybe hundreds of speeches he’d written to Geralt about this subject, but none came to him. So he let the words use him, instead.

“Geralt. I love you. Deeply. I have loved you, in fact, for well over a decade now, and I was infatuated with you years before that. I mean it, really and truly. I’ll take you any way you come. Pun originally unintended there, but extremely intended now that I’ve heard myself say it.”

They looked at each other— it’d been five days without real eye contact, and they soaked each other in greedily, just looking a gift in it of itself. Jaskier ran a thumb across Geralt’s fingers. “And, again, sorry, excitement here, not to rush, genuinely, but if you’ll allow me the indulgence?” Geralt, confused, nodded once more and watched in muted shock as Jaskier brought the Witcher’s hands to his lips and gave them a chaste kiss. He could feel the smile on his face bloom wider against his knuckles, and if this stuttering in his chest is what love was supposed to be, he’d take every ounce. Jaskier lowered their still connected hands, while Geralt used his free one to push at his stomach.

“Butterflies?” Jaskier asked slyly.

“No,” Geralt answered, and looked like he was considering something deeply. “More like… bees.”

“I give you… bees? Or— Oh, like the birds and the bees, alright now we’re—”

“There are no birds in my stomach. They just feel like bees.”

“Okay, well. This is off to a rousing start.”

“Are bees not a normal side effect of… this?”

“No, Geralt, it’s not typically… oh my god, you insolent bastard, you’re doing your oblivious witcher act again, aren’t you! Oh no no no, you won’t fool me.” Jaskier threw his head against his pillow defiantly but squeezed their hands again. Some hair fell in front of his face, greasy and unwashed.

Geralt huffed a laugh, and then gently— “Geralt, what are you— oh—” scooped Jaskier into his arms, careful to mind his healing wounds.

“Let me clean you up.”

“Wow. Okay. A lot of things are changing very suddenly for us. This is fine. It’s really— okay. Why am I… why am I nervous?”

“Don’t know,” Geralt shrugged. “Guess you’ve got to be brave.” He sat Jaskier down, gently undid his bandages, and laid him in the warm water.

“This is usually my job,” Jaskier muttered.

“You’ve been through enough this week. My turn,” Geralt said, and let himself bury his face in Jaskier’s hair for a moment.

Jaskier felt tears welling up again behind his eyes. He wasn’t sure he deserved this, not really, the fear of his own inadequacy building up once more. But as two small tears ran down his cheeks, Geralt smiled down at him, and he started to feel… well, maybe peace a non-Axii’d, real, genuine peace he hadn’t known before. Then again, maybe Geralt was right. Maybe it was bees.

He let the warm sensation of the water soothe his aching joints and sighed deeply in contentment, let his eyes fall shut, and smiled.

Geralt splashed his face with water. He smiled wider.

Definitely bees.

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hey its burningshroud from AO3, love your work, just wanna give you a lil prompt cuz why not!! geralt purring for the first time ever while cuddling jaskier, because its the first time he feels properly safe. (ik that purring also happens when sad/angry but he would probably just write it off as a type of growl). hes at first ashamed and embarrassed until jaskier nearly cries bc its so fuckin cute or something

Hi there!!!!!

But do you know how startled Geralt would be by the noise. Because he has absolutely murder chirpped going into battle, but that is easy to pretend never happened because who can call him on it.

And cats purr to soothe themselves when hurt, but he hasn’t noticed because if he is hurt enough to notice the hurt he is a bit too busy to hear himself.

But happy purrs - never happened. Until after an especially long winter apart, in an inn with zero mice in the room, and his nose buried in Jaskier’s neck, he purrs.

And it is absolutely when a cat scares themselves and the tail goes all poof. He leaps out of the bed to dive for a weapon because what the fuck was that sound. He has to protect Jaskier who has in fact fallen out of bed he is laughing so hard.

“The sound was you, Geralt,” Jaskier says when he manages to breathe.

“No it wasn’t,” Geralt snaps in return. “That was...I don’t know what that sound was.”

“You purred.”

“Fuck off,” Geralt listened but the sound was gone. “Weird ghost maybe.”

“Yup, the big scary witcher is right. Ghost. Not him purring because he is happy to be with me. Just a ghost.”

Geralt doesn’t purr again that night, or again for another few weeks. But it happens when Jaskier is washing his hair. He doesn’t freak out, but he immediately controls the sound.

“Seems that weird purring ghost is haunting us,” Jaskier teases.

He makes a joke about the purring ghost every time Geralt makes that noise, which happens eventually a few times a week when he is wrapped around Jaskier.

“Fine it is me,” Geralt says after 6 months, when winter is approaching. And he realizes if they separate he won’t make that sound for months. “Come winter with me.” When Jaskier agrees, Geralt has never purred harder.

[vostokovasmelina]

I'm 5'3. INFP. I have reddish brown hair that goes to my above my shoulders. basically black eyes. I'm really quiet around people i don't know but im really talkative and sarcastic around people I'm comfortable with. I also get anxious in large crowds/ around a lot of people i don't know. I'm kind of the mom friend and my first instinct is to take care of people around me. Also I'd like to think I'm pretty smart and I wanna go into medicine. bi with a preference in men (mcu, star wars, witcher)

also can you add peaky blinders to that?

ship requests are CLOSED for the time being

mcu

i ship you with wanda maximoff

look at these two models walking down the streets hand in hand :’)

you two would be perfect for each other and you’d be aware of it

you would never give wanda up for anything, and the same goes for her

she would probably find the contrast in your personality - quiet and shy with strangers, talkative and bubbly around loved ones - quite amusing and adorable

wanda would cherish you like she could lose you any minute

and even though she would adore how you always take care of everyone around you, she would want to be the one who looks after you

wanda would never let anyone lay a hand on you

and would protect you at all costs

your song: sick of losing soulmates by dodie

star wars

i ship you with finn

oh this boy

he would be the purest boyfriend in the history of the world

always trying his best to protect you from any harm

and of course, most of the time, you would have to jump in to save his ass

finn is probably a real good hugger, so get yourself ready for all the cuddles

cos once he started, he wouldn’t let you go too easily

you would never fail to cheer each other up

and finn would love your sarcasm, especially if it’s targated at other people

especially poe

i feel like you two would be just super precious but chill

would barely have any arguments

and would love each other to the moon and back

your song: somewhere only we know by keane

the witcher

i ship you with jaskier

the chaotic bi energy inside of this bus is  a s t r o n o m i c a l

you two would be the most iconic couple ever

would drive geralt mad for sure

but the number one target of your sarcastic remarks would definitely be jaskier

and even though it would piss him off at first, it’d also grow on him soon enough

and he couldn’t help but laugh at himself

he would be your biggest help whenever you got anxious in large crowds

jaskier would definitely be an expert at distracting your thoughts, mostly talking about things that don’t make sense whatsoever

but he’d much rather have you laugh at his dumb ass than see you panic

sweetest boyfriend :’)

your song: water fountain by alec benjamin

peaky blinders

i ship you with michael gray

oh boy

are you in for a treat,,,

michael would adore you

would physically fight anyone who dares even lok at you the wrong way

but he’d be the most precious human when you two were alone

he could listen to you talk about anything for days

michael would definitely admire your intelligence

he’d actually learn a lot from you, because he’s a boy who truly listens

and every time he referred back to the smallest, most unimportant little things you’ve told him, you could swear you fall even deeper for him

you would probably be constantly looking after him since you clearly would not trust the peaky blinders to do that

and michael would be worried about you 24/7, especially if you two were apart

but you’d always come back to him, no matter what :’)

your song: hold my hand by lukas graham

[azure-story-corner]

Let Me Be Gay For the Bard | Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The shadows in the room grew long as the sun sank further into the horizon. Jaskier was currently getting ready for his performance of the night. (Y/N) sat on the bed cleaning his armor while softly humming. Jaskier was the first to break the comforting silence. “Today had to be one of the most relaxing days I have had in a long time,” the singer said looking over at his friend. 

“Haven’t you just sat back and done nothing before?” (Y/N) asked, looking at Jaskier questioningly. “I have, just not with another,” Jaskier admitted, “Well other than sex, I haven’t just laid in bed and cuddled a person.”  (Y/N) simply nodded, “It is a pretty calming thing, laying in bed holding a person and just talking.” A smile graced the adventurer’s lips as he looked down at his armor.

“You are not wrong,” Jaskier said with a sigh. The singer soon finished getting ready going over to the bed and grabbing his lute. “Wish to join me downstairs, my dear?” He asked, looking at (Y/N). (Y/N) laughed softly, his (E/C) eyes seemed to sparkle. “I would love to,” the adventurer replied, getting up. The two men walked downstairs (Y/N) splitting off to go find a place to sit while Jaskier went to begin his performance.

Jaskier’s performance started like all the others with a few of his more well known songs before diving into songs he rarely sang. To (Y/N) the performance was just as wonderful as all the others he heard. Like the first night the adventurer heard the bard perform, (Y/N) sat there with his journal out sketching the handsome man singing. Jaskier looked over at his friend as he began playing a new song, one (Y/N) never heard.  

I have a question

It might seem strange

How are your lungs?

Are they in pain?

(Y/N) tilted his wondering what this song was about. When did Jaskier make this one? He hasn’t heard this one before. 

'Cause mine are aching

Think I know why

I kinda like it though

You wanna try?

Jaskier gave him a sweet smile as he continued to sing. His voice soft and playful sounding almost, it was certainly different than the bard’s normal songs.

Oh would you be

So kind

As to fall in love with me, you see

I'm trying

I know you know that I like you

But that's not enough

So if you will

Please fall in love

I think it's only fair

There's gotta be some butterflies somewhere

Wanna share?

'Cause I like you

But that's not enough

So if you will

Please fall in love with me

(Y/N) found himself blushing lightly as he listened to the song. He smiled looking down like an idiot not entirely sure what to do. (Y/N) knew the bard for less than a month but that month was the best month of his life. He knew he liked the other but he wasn’t sure what the extent of it was. They grew close rather quickly and neither one seemed to think much of it. It all came so naturally to the two men almost as if they knew each other for years. The people in the tavern looked at Jaskier and followed his gaze to the man in the booth who was looking rather flustered. 

Let's write a story

Be in my book

You've got to join me on my page

At least take a look

Oh, where are your manners?

You need some time?

Let's swap chests today

That might help you decide

Jaskier closed the distance between the two as he sang. (Y/N) looked up watching as the other approached him. Red blush darkening his cheeks.

Oh, would you be

So kind

As to fall in love with me, you see

I'm trying

I know you know that I like you

But that's not enough

So if you will

Please fall in love

I think it's only fair

There's gotta be some butterflies somewhere (wanna share)

'Cause I like you

But that's not enough

So if you will

Please fall in love

Oh I like you

But that's not enough

So if you will

Please fall in love with me

When the song ended Jaskier was merely feet away from the other looking at the adventurer as the whole tavern burst into applause. “What did you think?” Jaskier asked, moving to take a seat across from the other a large smile across his face. 

(Y/N) looked up at him, blushing across his face a soft laugh leaving him. “It was-... Gods,” he said another nervous laugh left him. “I loved it,” he finally said. Jaskier’s smile seemed to widen at the other's answer. “I am glad! That last song was one I made up while you were out doing a contract last week. Wasn’t sure how it would turn out,” Jaskier admitted with a soft laugh. “That explains why I never heard it before,” (Y/N) said. “I was thinking of playing it for you earlier today but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Jaskier said, rubbing his neck as he looked at him. “Oh yes because confessing your undying love while cuddled up to me would make me uncomfortable,” (Y/N) teased with a laugh. “Hey, I didn’t know if you openly cuddled with all of your friends,” Jaskier defended, laughing.  (Y/N) shook his head, “Only you.” 

The laughter between the two died out and they were left staring at each other. (Y/N) attempted to say something, his mouth opening before closing. He wasn’t sure what to say but before he could gain the confidence to try and speak Jaskier had leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the other’s lips. (Y/N) was surprised, his eyes widening for a split second before he closed his eyes and returned the tender kiss.

 A sigh left the bard when he felt the other return the kiss. Jaskier was no stranger when it came to love, he often felt it and chased it down when he did. Almost every time it was just a longing for a partner and as soon as he felt it he wouldn’t think twice and try to catch it. Only this time was when it caught him. At first he expected this to be something similar to his time with Geralt but soon found that it wasn’t when (Y/N) started asking him questions. The adventurer wanted to get to know Jaskier and learn more behind him. In the first week the two almost seemed to know everything about each other. It felt so right. It was almost like they knew each other  since childhood instead of meeting a few weeks before. 

It was only a minute before the two broke the kiss. Jaskier reached over the table and grasped (Y/N)’s hand. (Y/N)’s eyes flickered from their hands to Jaskier’s blue eyes. “I love you, “ (Y/N) said softly, a bright and happy smile finding its way onto both their faces. “I love you too,” Jaskier said before leaning in and pressing another kiss to the adventurer’s lips. 

Chapter 1  | Next chapter

{Another quick and small update. I do hope you enjoy the soft fluff I have a bit more planned. I know it seems rushed. I wanted it to seem like it came from out of nowhere and have no explanation because I had something similar happen to me with a person. Like you have no idea why you feel so comfortable around them or it feels like you knew the person forever even though you barely just met. The song is Would You Be So kind? Dodie Clark. I absolutely love this song. Please comment if you want me to continue with the fluff or if you’d like a bit more spice in the next chapter. Stay safe and have a wonderful day! - Osgon

[little-bard]

Songs that make me think of Jaskier

2. Tie Me Down-  Gryffin, Elley Duhé

This was suggested by @sour-peach-cider​

Key Lyrics:

You've got too much pride to make any promises 

Thinking that we got time, and you want to keep it in 

I want you out in the pouring rain 

I'm right here, baby, so please

Hold me up, tie me down 'Cause I never wanna leave your side I swear to never let you down And it's been eatin' me alive You can take me home You can never let me go

So wrap your arms around my chest And I'll put my hands round your neck 'Cause nobody wins these waiting games You push and you pull, but you should stay

My thoughts:

This song is a pop bop. I like the beat and I can imagine Jaskier getting down to it.

I imagine Popstar Jaskier writes this song about his Bodyguard Geralt. 

Basically, when Jaskier was just signed to the label and was barely famous, the assigned him a temporary bodyguard with a new hire, Geralt. As Jaskier started to become more famous and more at risk they wanted to assign him someone else more permanent. But both Jaskier and Geralt refuse to be separated. Geralt convinced himself that he only was doing it because Jaskier begged him but he was doing it because he didn’t trust anyone else with Jaskier’s safety.

After a few years, the two are basically inseparable. Fans speculate about Jaskier and his insanely hot bodyguard and how close said bodyguard holds Jaskier close to him every once and awhile or how the popstar stares at the bodyguard when he thinks no one’s looking. 

 Personally, Jaskier and Geralt have had a few close calls. Lots of drunk kisses that neither one of them was actually drunk enough to actually blame being drunk on. They had spent nights cuddling and Jaskier had written many songs about and for Geralt. They both had a jealous side. Jaskier would get grumpy when he saw a tweet saying “Who’s that popstars Jaskier’s bodyguard with the long silver locks, fine ass, and buff arms? I’d like to put my application in to be his girlfriend.” When any woman or man on the crew would hit on Geralt in front of him he would suddenly be all over the other man, fixing his hair or wrapping his arms around one of Geralt’s and curling into his side. He wasn’t alone in this tendency. Geralt would subconsciously give Jaskier the silent treatment anytime he heard a new rumor of the singer having a new lover and he didn’t outright deny it in an interview. Jaskier would always pout and beg Geralt to talk to him in the car on the way back to his house or a hotel depending on where they were. “Hmm” was all he got out of his bodyguard. Jaskier would then run his fingers through the bigger man's hair and quietly tell him he wasn’t dating anyone and it was all just rumors. And if he did date anyone Geralt would know since he spends 98% of his time with him. But even after all this they never admitted they liked/loved each other. Jaskier gets pretty fed up being nervous to ruin their relationship with his feelings. He finally tells Geralt how he felt. Geralt just left the room. 

Jaskier knew Geralt liked him back. He didn’t know what was holding the usually strong man back. So he writes this song for Geralt. He puts all his feelings into it and maybe some of his sexual frustration. He performs it live for a small audience on a late-night show. The whole time he’s staring directly at Geralt in the back of the crowd. That very night Geralt stays in Jaskier’s bedroom. They share their feelings and many kisses. 

The next day the paparazzi take a lovely picture of Jaskier and Geralt walking down the street with Starbucks holding hands. Jaskier has a prominent red mark on his neck. This picture may or may not be Geralt’s phone background. For the next month and probably forever after that Jaskier can’t stop telling every interviewer about his lovely brave boyfriend and how happy he is.

Okay, sorry that went out of control but I got really into writing it. 

You've got too much pride to make any promises

Thinking that we got time, and you want to keep it in 

These lines are very much non-AU Geralt

Jaskier Playlist please give it a listen. I’ll be building it slowly.

Part 1 of this

[lover-de-lettenhove]

Ship meme for Dandelion and Regis

who hogs the duvet

Dandelion. He gets cold easily and will either steal all of the covers or else cuddle obnoxiously and bury his freezing feet someplace unpleasant. He's a princess like that.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

They'd both end up so busy throughout the day that they forget to do so, but it would most likely be Regis. He's a lot more considerate like that. Not that Dandelion ISN'T considerate, but he's a little more thoughtless in those regards. Regis would probably try to check in regularly just to make sure Dandelion hasn't gotten himself into trouble.

who gets up first in the morning

Regis, and it bothers Dandelion to no end. Let the man sleep.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

Probably Dandelion, just for the fact that he enjoys spoiling his lovers with the money he doesn't have.

who suggests new things in bed

I feel like they would both do that, but Dandelion more so.

who cries at movies

Dandelion, the big baby.

who gives unprompted massages

Hhhhhh I wanna say Dandelion (*looks @ birthday thread*)

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

Regis, one hundred percent. He can't even get sick in the first place.

who gets jealous easiest

Dandelion. He's possessive and will be petty about it.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

I feel like this would be Regis. He'd probably be a bit more old fashioned, and with Dandy being a musician, he'd have a little more modern tastes.

who collects something unusual

Regis. With all of his herbs and alchemical things, he's got a more unusual collection. The only thing Dandelion really collects is Gwent cards.

who takes the longest to get ready

Dandelion. He's self-conscious and has to look immaculate in everything he wears.

who is the most tidy and organised

Well, I don't think either of them would be considered "tidy" so to speak. Dandelion keeps his room mostly clean except for his writing desk at least. I feel like Regis has an organized chaos.

who gets most excited about the holidays

Dandelion. Holidays are more of a human tradition, and vampiric holidays aren't really something he can partake in.

who is the big spoon/little spoon

Dandy is leetle spoon cuz he's big bottom

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

Dandy, and he'll be a whiny turd when he loses.

who starts the most arguments

Who is the SOURCE of the arguments? Dandelion. Who STARTS? I feel like that's an equal opportunity thing.

who suggests that they buy a pet

Dandy. He already wants a pet bird pretty bad. Regis already has a collection of corvids at his beck and call, so why buy?

what couple traditions they have

Besides sex? Probably date nights, and by that, I mean sitting together to drink and talk - about everything an nothing. Conversation is pretty important for these two.

what other couple they hang out with

Er.. I don't think it would be advertised that they're even a couple, but if anything, it would only be their closest friends. Ie: Geralt or even Dettlaff.

how they spend time together as a couple

A lot of talking mostly. If Regis has his hands busy, Dandelion will probably sit off to the side and play his lute while Regis does his thing. There's a lot of just being together stuff. Sometimes Regis will go on about everything and nothing and Dandelion will pretend to listen with the occasional clarifying question. They'll go back and forth like that a lot.

who made the first move

Regis. Dandelion is a bit apprehensive about starting relationships with men unless it's known they're interested. With Regis, Dandelion just thought he was teasing him for a while without realizing that, yes, Regis was definitely serious about wanting to bang.

who brings flowers home

Regis to liven the place up. Dandelion as a gift.

who is the best cook

They're both decent enough, but I feel like Regis would have more knowledge on the subject. Dandelion just knows how to make things taste good, but Regis actually knows what he's doing.

[daintydoilypon]

All About Me Meme

You can do it if you want //wheeze

names(s) ➤ Rachel/False/Boss single or taken ➤ taken gender ➤ female birthday ➤ April 29th sign ➤ Taurus hair color ➤ brown with natural red highlights eye color ➤ chestnut brown height ➤ 5'4" are you pan/bisexual/gay? ➤ I’m something, that’s for sure fashion stuff where is your favorite place to shop for clothes? ➤ Forever 21, thrift stores favorite designer? ➤ I can’t afford designer, what do you take me for, mate? what is your most comfortable outfit? ➤ Big hoodie, thigh high socks, yep what do you wear the most? ➤ high waisted shorts and crop tops/tees specifics what kind of shampoo do you use most? ➤ Garnier Whole blends, either honey or the olive oil one what are you listening to right now? ➤ Youtube drama because why not. who is the last person who called you? ➤ My mother how many buddies are online right now? ➤ I dunno, I avoid contact lol favorites foods ➤ Buffalo chicken boneless bites, Caesar salad, Chicken and dumplings, wonton soup but from this one specific Chinese food place in GA girl names ➤ Bernadette, Eleanor, Adeline boy names ➤ August, Emmett, Oliver subjects in school ➤ art, history, forensics have you ever given anyone a bath? ➤ yes smoked? ➤ no bungee jumped? ➤ no skinny dipped? ➤ no ever been in love? ➤ yes made yourself cry to get out of trouble? ➤ yes cried when someone died? ➤ yes lied? ➤ yes fallen for your best friend? ➤ nope, contrary to belief, I hated Will at first lol rejected someone? ➤ yes used someone? ➤ no done something you regret? ➤ yes current clothes ➤ mock turtleneck floral dress smell ➤ Moonlit Path from Bath and Body works desktop picture ➤ picture my brother took of the woods cd in player ➤ Cab Calloway dvd in player ➤ N/A song playing ➤ The Correspondents - Fear & Delight last person you touched ➤ Will   hugged ➤ Will you emailed ➤ Fariba you yelled at ➤ Will lol you kissed ➤ Will are you understanding? ➤ yes open-minded? ➤ yes arrogant? ➤ no insecure ➤ to some degree random ➤ yes hungry? ➤ rarely smart? ➤ in most categories hard working? ➤ depends on what organized? ➤ just because I am doesn’t mean the world will keep it that way healthy? ➤ haha nooooo shy? ➤ yep difficult? ➤ ohhh yeah bored? ➤ 99% of the time obsessed? ➤ rarely, I usually get into something and then it fades away quickly angry? ➤ About most things sad? ➤ not at the moment perverted? ➤ nope dirty minded? ➤ only in like a 6th grade sense trusting? ➤ to like 3 people who do you wanna kill? ➤ nobody slap? ➤ 99% of the population get really wasted with? ➤ I don’t drink kiss? ➤ Will hug? ➤ Will cuddle? ➤ Will bang? ➤ Geralt of Rivia, jk, Will random in the morning, i ➤ lay in bed then take a shower i dream about ➤ the sweet embrace of death or having puppies sexual preference ➤ 2D characters, no lie

which is better coke or pepsi➤ coke flowers or candy ➤ candy tall or short ➤ tall who is your crush? ➤ Will and Justin Scarred(he’s like a decade older pfft and taken) makes you laugh the most? ➤ Myself, I make myself laugh makes you smile? ➤ Evangeline and Will do you ever find yourself thinking of the boy/girl you like for a long period of time? ➤ no, I have distractions and my life to live wish you were a member of the opposite sex? ➤ during that time, yes wish you were younger? ➤ yes, but I look it so I'm ok with that