#mine: himbo geralt

[planetesastraea]

On the tip of his fingers

Geraskier, Modern AU -  Mature - 6 277 words - Warnings: none

First meetings, himbo Geralt, bisexual Geralt (even if he’s just finding out), bottom Geralt (that too), top Jaskier, first time, handjobs, banter, praise kink, consent kink

Betaed by Micaela Dawn: she’s a wonderful artist and beta, check out her work!

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The bar was oddly crowded for a Wednesday night and Geralt was trying his best to not look as out of place as he felt. He had to be there, were Yen's words. And once Triss and Sabrina heard he was trying to get out of the team’s celebratory night out, his fate had been sealed.

"You deserve this too," Yen had said. “You’ve been working your ass off as much as we’ve all been and you deserve to blow off some steam.” 

“I can blow off some steam at home.”

“Playing Skittles-stake Gwent with our teenage daughter doesn’t count. Also you promised you’d spend more time with the team outside of  work-”

“I actually never agreed to that,” 

“-so you’re coming.” 

  And so here he was, wearing one of his black button down shirts and a comfortable pair of jeans with an empty beer bottle in his hand, making casual conversation over the slightly too-loud music and praying to the highest powers that the girls wouldn’t try to get him to dance. Triss and Yen had met him in front of the bar to make sure he wouldn’t turn away once he had a look inside the place. As soon as he had been close enough, Triss had reached a hand out to his collar, making a tsk sound. 

“What are we going to do with you, hm?”, she had whispered to herself as she had opened the top two buttons of his shirt and pulled his collar a little wider. 

“Hey, be gentle,” Yen had cut in softly. “At least he lost the tie.” 

They had cackled in unison as he rolled his eyes, yet unable to fake annoyance as a smile drew itself on his lips. With one of the women clinging to each of his arms, the three of them comfortably slid together as they walked into the place. 

He liked being around them. Over the years things had been several levels of complicated and then some, but the three of them had found their pace eventually. Triss and Yen liked to mock him and he liked to act dumber than he actually was- well, most of the time. His social skills still didn’t reach that high.

As it turned out, you could learn a lot about people by staying at the office several nights in a row working a gigantic case, taking turns on who would get to doze off for twelve minutes on the couch and who was to blame for the soy sauce on page 86 of the Claremont contract. And damn did Triss and Yen know him well. Which was why they had dutifully waited for him outside the bar. Claiming he looked for them but gave up because of how packed the place was would definitely have been among his top three excuses to go back home and relieve Eskel of his Uncle duties. (Both he and Ciri would have been terribly disappointed and that was about 75% of the reasons why he had made it to the party).

  They had been here for a couple of hours now, had done a good amount of talking and heard some more-than-other alright bands take to the stage. One of the junior associates further away from him called “Hey, here’s Sabrina!!” and Geralt turned towards the sound of Sabrina’s voice going “You guys are not going to believe this!” when something, or, well, someone, slammed right into him.

“Owww, holy shit I’m so sorry, you alright?” 

The man was carrying two pints that had probably been full to the brim before he collided with Geralt. Luckily most of what spilled had hit the floor (he didn't need a repeat of the 2017 "Wet-Shirt Contest Winner" from when a sink pipe had blown up in the men's room. Lambert had walked in, taken a thousand pictures and emailed memes to the whole floor for weeks). 

Geralt’s shoes had been fairly sticky with booze already so it wasn't much trouble. 

“I’m fine,” he said and that’s when he noticed the other man had come to a full stop, eyes locked on him intently, lips slightly parted. The eyeliner around his eyes was a bit smeared and Geralt recognized him as one of the singers from earlier. 

“That you are,” he murmured in a low tone, almost to himself. Geralt blinked.

“Yes. I am,” he said back louder in hope to maybe clear out the odd look on the other man’s face. Just because he was tall, well-built and, well, apparently, somewhat broody, people expected him to get pissed at the slightest things. 

“I’m Julian," the guy said and Geralt smiled politely, unsure why the stranger would introduce himself.

“Geralt,” he replied at the same time Julian went “But you can call me Jaskier!” and then “I’m sorry, what was that?” 

It was like his words were running faster than his thoughts.

“Geralt. My name is Geralt,” he repeated.

“Oh. Nice to meet you, Geralt.” Jaskier’s lips rose to one side and he tilted his head slightly. Geralt was way more used to people trying to avoid looking at him, he had his unusual colored eyes to thank for that. They were easily disturbing and while people didn't always show discomfort, they at least showed restraint. Jaskier didn't have an ounce of it and Geralt had absolutely no idea what to do with that. 

“Can I get you another drink?” Jaskier blurted out. 

“Mine was already empty. That’s your drink on the floor,” Geralt replied as the other man chuckled, eyes looking down briefly.

“Right,” he raised his eyes and licked his lips. “Offer still stands. Can I get you another drink?”

“Hm,” Geralt said, his well-known wording skills kicking in. “My friends are-” he turned around thinking he’d find Anica and Tiff where he had left them only to realise they had disappeared among the crowd. In the far back he recognized Triss and Yen dancing on a table like nothing in the world could stop them and any back-up plan he was about to use evaporated. 

Jaskier raised his eyebrows, eyes twinkling. Give other people a chance, Yen’s voice said in Geralt's head and the line of his shoulders softened. Jaskier’s eyes hadn’t moved from him for even a second. Maybe it wasn’t that bad. 

“Sure,” Geralt aimed for a neutral tone but sounded nervous even to his own ears. The other man’s smile widened. 

  They found two empty stools that felt oddly closer than those in Geralt’s bars usually were - but then again most of Geralt’s bars were hotel lobbies on work trips or the kind where he could take a whole bottle for himself and sit in a corner where no one would dare bother him. (He hadn't been in one of those in a while. He didn’t miss it.)

Jaskier set an ale in front of him and Geralt faintly wondered who it was originally destined for. 

“So what are you doing here tonight? I’ve never seen you around,” Jaskier started. 

“Celebrating,” he said, in a voice that hardly sounded celebratory. 

“Is it your birthday?”

“No,” he replied, vaguely gesturing to his group of friends who were lost to the crowd, “with colleagues. We closed in on a deal." 

"What kind of business do you work in?" The other man seemed way more interested in learning about Geralt than actually drinking the ale. Geralt shrugged, a wordless version of his usual ‘hm’.  

“All of them. We're a law firm.”

“Oh! Well, congrats by the way!" Jaskier said and then leaned in and using a secretive tone he added, "I mean, you didn’t help a dangerous criminal get away with it, did you?”

Geralt grimaced and prepared himself to lose Jaskier’s interest in his job entirely. 

“Not that kind of lawyers.” 

“What kind, then?” 

“Corporate.”

To his surprise, Jaskier kept nodding.

“So what was the deal about? Please tell me you’re the kind of firm on David’s side and not on Goliath's.”

“It’s rarely as straightforward as that,” Geralt mused and took a drink of his ale.

Jaskier hummed softly.

“What was this one anyway?” 

“I can’t disclose any details,” he hedged and Jaskier chuckled. 

“Oh, you can’t disclose any details, can you?” he leaned again, this time his arm and shoulder pressing against Geralt's. 

“No, I can’t,” Geralt articulated again to make sure Jaskier would hear him. Music rarely ever left anyone’s hearing intact after a few years, maybe that was why the man kept leaning closer. 

“Anything I’ll hear about on the news?”

“The local ones, maybe.”

“Well aren't you a man of mystery.” Their shoulders bumped again. Geralt didn't remember at which point he had rolled up his sleeves but his forearms felt oddly comfortable being that close to someone else's skin. It had been a while since he had even given thought to someone else's skin.

There was still a band playing on the stage out of his sight, a crowd surrounding them, people all along the bar calling for the bartender’s attention, noises and lights everywhere and yet, somehow, in the ocean of stimuli, his attention was focused on Jaskier.

"Maybe I should take your number then?" Jaskier said, wriggling an eyebrow. "As legal counsel. For when law enforcement catches up with me." 

“What would they catch you for?” he asked, willing to take the bait. 

“Oh, there’s quite the list,” Jaskier said. “I’m afraid I have a rather criminal past. There’s the illegal bus riding, parking in client-only spots,” he counted on his fingers, adding each theatrically. “I once shook a vending machine to get my chocolate bar and got a second one I didn’t pay for.”

“Hmm. I think you might get away with those,” Geralt answered, taking a drink from his pint.

“Well I guess all is left is the case of indecent exposure.”

The man had a nonchalant demeanor about him but his eyes were focused on Geralt and definitely didn't miss the way he almost choked on the ale. Geralt only then realised how much of Jaskier’s chest was visible. He registered vaguely how he’d never had an interest in other people’s collar bones before and realised he had forgotten where they were going with this. 

"Hmm,” he cleared his throat, trying to look unbothered. “Like I said, not my area of expertise."

He saw Jaskier lick his lips and something in his eyes reminded him of the decisive moment that came with all his negotiations. 

"How about we get out of here and you show me your area of expertise?" 

"What?" He couldn’t have heard that right. Jaskier’s eyes softened and his hand hovered over his bare forearm.

"I'm saying I want to take you home.” There was a beat and Geralt swallowed, the taste of ale still on his lips. His conversations with other people definitely didn’t go like that. The peak of panic might have been obvious on his face because Jaskier’s fingers touched his wrist and he spoke into his ear.  "I'm making a move on you, Geralt,” he said kindly, “and I don’t know if you’re too polite to decline or if I’m being too subtle-” he pulled back to look at him and his face was so fucking close. “Which, honestly, would be a first! So... What do you think?” 

What did he think? His mind was an uninhabited fish tank. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a light flicker. He blinked again, looking at Jaskier’s lips. His brain whispered pretty, and right then, because life always loved fucking with him, the lights and the music went out.

There was a deafening silence for a moment when everyone held their breath and then lights as bright as day came on. The crowd booed. "Oh for fuck's sake, it's the third time this month," Jaskier grumbled. “Sorry my dear but duty calls!” 

He stepped down from his stool only to hoist himself up onto the bar. "Not to worry, gentlepeople!" he called out like he was standing on a stage rather than a drink-sticky counter. "The lights will go down and the music back on again as soon as our beloved Essi, Mistress of the house, puts that freaking generator back on! And in the meantime, if you would please allow this humble bard to entertain you,” he took a dramatic bow and rose up again. “Someone please toss me a folk guitar; drinks are on me!"

The crowd cheered and Jaskier got down behind the bar as one of the crew members passed over the guitar. He went off in a cheery song some people started singing along to, bathing in the crowd's energy like he breathed that very element. 

Something funny and complicated was happening in Geralt's chest when a hand gently grabbed his arm.

"Come on, let's go!" Yen. "It was getting boring anyway!"

Geralt squinted at her.

"You were dancing on a table,"

"Yeah, exactly!" 

It didn’t make the slightest sense but most of his conversations with Yen ended with her radiating with knowledge and him feeling stupid anyway.

"I was talking with someone," he said and instantly felt like a small child very proud to say he made a friend.

"You were what?" her voice pitched up and Geralt could tell she was a bit on the tipsy side. "Where are they?" 

He looked around and back towards the other side of the bar where Jaskier was singing and playing among the crowd, flawlessly winking and flirting with every person around.

"You're right,” his voice sounded strained even to his own ears and he had to blame it on the sleepless nights. “Let's go."

  -

  It had been two weeks since they had secured the Jackdows contract and Geralt was still deep in paperwork. He'd taken yet another two-hour video call with Alveaenerle and he was starting to think that maybe Triss was right and the woman was mostly dealing with him for his looks rather than for the sake of legal liaison. 

He heard the elevator doors open and checked the clock. It wouldn’t be the first time he had worked through the whole night, only noticing at 4am when the janitor came in that he had forgotten to go home. Since then, he had promised Ciri he would try to get decent amounts of sleep while she was away at Yen’s and he didn’t like breaking his promises. 

When he looked through the glass wall of his shared office, however, he didn’t see the janitor. Instead, and he checked twice in case it might have been a case of insomnia-induced hallucination, Jaskier was standing in the hall. He seemed hesitant, looking right and left for any indication that he was in the right place until he saw Geralt through the office’s glass walls. 

They blinked at each other, seemingly unable to move until Jaskier slowly raised a hand and waved. Geralt kicked himself and walked out of his office. 

“Hey,” Jaskier said, looking a bit sheepish. "Remember me?"

“What are you doing here?” Geralt asked, straightforward as ever.

“Uh,” Jaskier said. “The security guy let me in. He must have thought I was a delivery boy or something. I uh, I got your favourite,” he raised a hand holding a paper bag that Geralt had been too distracted to notice. “From across the street? Oh! Your friend Tiff was at the bar. She said you were still at work so I thought you’d like to have dinner maybe? And like, not with me, necessarily, just, you gotta eat right?” His words were starting to run together, and Geralt didn’t see any end in sight. “And so I figured, the place across the street, they had to know your favourite. ‘Big lawyer man with long white hair’ doesn't fit many of their clients' profiles. Anyway, dinner. For you. I could stay too, if you want, I mean I am simply starving-” he emphasized the word and then looked panicked again. “Wait, was that a yes, by the way? You know who I am, right? Otherwise this is going to get so awkward-”

“Jaskier,” Geralt interrupted.

“Yes!" He beamed. "That's me. Jaskier."

“I’m still not sure what you’re doing here.”

Jaskier froze for a moment, losing his shine. “We didn’t get to finish that conversation the other night. I thought that maybe...” Balancing his weight from a feet to another, he looked younger in the office light. He didn't finish his sentence, and looked like he was waiting for Geralt to respond.

“I’m working.”

“Right.”

“I’m at work,” Geralt gestured back at his office.

“Yeah, I know, I just thought- I- You're right, this was a stupid idea. Invasive, even. God what am I doing-” he took a frantic step backwards, and then thrust out the paper bag in some sort of peace offering. “Well, you should have this anyway, I mean- you have to eat, right? I said that already. Did I say that already?” He put the paper bag down on the closest cubicle desk then started walking backwards. “Sorry for,” he gestured vaguely, “showing up like that. Uh. It won’t happen again.” 

Jaskier turned around, starting towards the elevators with his hand rubbing the back of his neck, and Geralt thought he heard him swearing under his breath something that sounded very much like ‘such a fucking idiot’.

An uneasy feeling filled Geralt’s chest as he watched Jaskier walk away. He didn’t know what he was doing and he didn’t know what he wanted or why he wanted anything but he knew he didn't want this.

“Jaskier,” he called and felt so very glad no one else was working late on his floor. 

“Yeah?” Jaskier turned back instantly, his face lit up by a beacon of hope.

“Do you… Do you do this often?” he asked hesitantly and felt stupid about it as soon as he heard himself. There was a beat of Jaskier looking around at the empty place before he walked back towards Geralt slowly.

“Chasing down a guy I talked to for thirty minutes because I just can’t fucking stop thinking about him? No. No, I don’t. First time, actually.”

Geralt watched the musician, noting the soft, hopeful smile forming at the corner of his lips, the closing and opening of his hands at his sides, and the way the office light was reflecting in Jaskier’s eyes. 

“Twenty minutes? I need to wrap something up. Then I’m free. For dinner.” Geralt amended.

Jaskier let go of the breath he had been holding and a full smile slowly graced his face again.

“Sure. Take your time. We can heat up the food at my place.”

If twenty minutes had been a promise, Geralt would have broken it. Ten minutes later, he was done with work for the day and on his way to Jaskier’s.

  -

  “So which one are you?" Jaskier asked, leaning over his kitchen counter after discarding the take-away wrappings. "VGB or Morhen?” 

“Neither,”

“Oh. I thought you were.”

“Disappointed?”

Jaskier chuckled. “No. Well, a bit, I mean," he raised a shoulder lazily and faked disappointment, "I thought you were one of those big-shot lawyers.”

“I am. I’m just not a name partner.” 

"So you're a regular partner then?"

“Just barely." 

"Is that a thing?"

"Hmm." Geralt took a whole second to think about it and found himself oddly relaxed with answering the question. “I have a daughter.”

“Oh.” Jaskier’s voice was oddly tight. 

“Yen and I have a deal. She leads the boat on the job side, excels and enjoys herself in the career she’s always wanted and worked so hard for. I pull the hours she needs me to but our focus is our daughter.”

“You and Yen.”

“Yes.”

"Wait, like Triss's dancing on tables Yenna?" Jaskier’s eyes were widening in realisation. 

"Yes."

"Is she Morhen?"

Geralt shook his head. "Vengerberg." 

"And she’s your ex."

"Yes."

“Are you still-”

“Friends, yes.”

Jaskier nodded slowly and seemed to be thinking about something. He put his glass away and leaned against the counter, closer to Geralt. “Do you know what you’re doing here, Geralt?” he asked so low it was almost a whisper. 

Geralt couldn’t help but cast a look at his lips. “Not really.”

Jaskier slowly slipped his hand up Geralt’s forearm and the hair at the back of his neck rose.

“I was thinking maybe I could kiss you. Can I kiss you?”

Geralt found himself suddenly very much too out of breath to answer.

"Geralt?"

"Yes."

"Yes, as in you're still with me or yes-"

"Both." Geralt interrupted before he had the chance to change his mind. 

Jaskier looked surprised for a second then stood up on his toes to close the small space that was left between them. He pressed his lips against Geralt's; chaste and dry and sweet. When was the last time Geralt had been kissed like that? With care?

Jaskier's lips moved with his and Geralt felt the tip of the other man’s tongue against his lower lip, asking for permission. He granted it without question.

"Geralt?"

Geralt kissed him again and couldn't help the sigh that escaped when Jaskier's teeth grazed against his lips. 

"Hmm?"

They shared another kiss.

"Couch?"

And another.

"Sure."

  They parted only for the short time it took Jaskier to walk around the kitchen island. He led Geralt to the couch, pushing him slightly backwards to make the man sit so he could straddle his lap. Jaskier’s hips were thinner than those of Geralt’s usual partners. His shoulders were larger, his back more muscled, his arms- his whole body was fucking delightful and yet so very different, so very new. 

"Jask?" 

A kiss.

"Yeah?" It was more of a sigh of pleasure against his lips than a whisper.

"Remember when you asked-" Fuck, it was good. "About my-" 

"Sorry, do you need me to stop?"

Something rumbled in Geralt’s chest, his voice almost a growl. 

"No."

His hand found the back of Jaskier's neck and they sort of crashed again into each other. They kissed and kissed again and Geralt just didn't want to stop but things had to be said.

"Expertise," he finally managed.

"What?" Jaskier let go of his mouth and came back again for a peck before he sat back on his ankles to look at Geralt. His lips were red, his hair in disarray, his hand still hot on the side of Geralt’s neck. Geralt was fucked.

"Expertise," Geralt said, sitting up a bit straighter, settling his hands on Jaskier’s hips. "The other night. You asked about my area of expertise."

"Uh. Right."

Jaskier had a look on his face like someone had just interrupted his hot make-out session to talk about corporate law. Geralt would know, that had happened to him more times than he would admit.

"This isn't it."

"What?" Jaskier looked bewildered. His face was an open book of unguarded emotions and it made Geralt want to kiss him even more. 

"My area of expertise. This isn’t it."

"Oh." Jaskier answered, distracted by a strand of hair that fell over Geralt's eyes. He plucked the strand up between deft fingers and tucked it behind Geralt’s ear. Then he blinked and backtracked. "Wait, kissing?"

"Men," Geralt said. "Men aren't my areas of expertise."

"Oh,” Jaskier said. His hand was suspended in the air behind Geralt’s ear. “Okay, you- Oh. Okay.” he whispered again, his hand dropping down to Geralt’s shoulder. 

Geralt wasn't sure why Jaskier was the one blushing.

Sexual orientation had never really been a topic of conversation for Geralt growing up. Emotions were already a complex enough subject to tackle, anything that went further than caring for his brothers was not recommended. Exploration was limited. As a young man, he had gone for what society told him were the easiest ways to get sexual release when he needed it (women) and then his life tangled with Yen's and other partners faded out from the realm of his interests. When Ciri had entered their life, his very own life had taken a whole new meaning. There was little that mattered except making his daughter happy. His own personal relationships were more of an afterthought. 

"Well," Jaskier started again. "We don't have to- I mean it's okay. It's good. It's all good, darling. Do you- Do you need a breather? Do you- do you even want to be here?"

"I followed you willingly, didn't I?" Geralt asked, raising an eyebrow. Jaskier chuckled.

“It’s just- What if I mess up and deter you from ever enjoying another penis ever again?" he exaggerated, the dramatic flair evident in every line of his body. Geralt snorted.

"Hey! I have a duty to the penis community and I take it very seriously," Jaskier continued as if Geralt hadn’t brushed the thought off.

"The penis community," Geralt repeated, fake awe dripping in his voice.

"The penis kingdom, actually."

"The penis continent." Geraly offered, helpfully.

"Oh, that reminds me, talking about dicks: Nilfgaard, yay or nay?"

"Argh, shut up," he grabbed Jaskier's face unceremoniously and Jaskier laughed in the kiss. His hand brushed Geralt’s cheek and everything about him seemed to slow down. Jaskier broke apart from him, a smile still on his lips, and looked at Geralt steadily like any doubt and hesitation were forgotten.

"Just tell me what you like, darling,” he said. 

"I like kissing you.” 

"That’s a good start," he replied and granted Geralt’s request.

Jaskier lay his hands on Geralt’s shoulders and the muscles melted under the soft weight of them. He raised onto his knees and pushed Geralt back into the couch. Jaskier was slightly taller kneeling over him, and Geralt found something delightful in having to look up at someone. 

Jaskier leaned in and caught Geralt’s lips between his. His kisses were softer, slower, deeper than a minute before. Like he was taking his time to enjoy every second, to make Geralt enjoy every second. One of Geralt’s hands moved from his hip to his lower back, inviting him closer, and Jaskier slid his hands around Geralt’s neck, arching slightly into the touch. There was an intimacy about it that Geralt hadn’t expected nor experienced in a long time. 

Jaskier pressed his forehead against his at every breath, his hands caressing Geralt’s cheeks, sliding into Geralt’s hair, slowly making him shiver. 

Jaskier’s arms were distracting. The shirt he’d been wearing on that evening at the bar hadn't given away any clue as to the gems that were hidden underneath those sleeves. There was something feral lying deep in Geralt’s belly that was definitely ready to be manhandled.

Geralt found himself sliding his hand under Jaskier’s shirt, feeling the hot skin under his fingers, tracing the muscles along his spine. 

Jaskier quickly got the message and took his shirt off between breathless kisses. He started tugging at the buttons of Geralt's shirt while Geralt’s hands made themselves at home on every inch of skin they could find. He felt goosebumps form on Jaskier’s skin and used the distraction to start laying kisses on his neck, licking and sucking the skin and taking note of the softest noises Jaskier made. The tip of his fingers slid down the hairs of Jaskier’s chest as he nibbled the man’s collarbone, and found one of his nipples on the way. Geralt caressed it tentatively and felt the shiver that went through Jaskier’s whole body when he did. Jaskier’s fingers pulled abruptly at his shirt. 

“Oh god, take your goddamn shirt off, please!” The request was more of a thready gasp than an actual sentence. Geralt laughed at his enthusiasm and finished unbuttoning his shirt. 

“Is this okay?” Jaskier asked as he slid the shirt off Geralt’s shoulders. Geralt hummed approvingly and raised his arms when Jaskier grabbed his undershirt. They kept kissing until he felt Jaskier’s hands slowing down, tensing slightly against his chest until they were barely just touching him. He saw the look on Jaskier’s face when he parted from him and realised why he had stopped. Jaskier’s eyes were fixated on his torso, fingers hovering over one of his many scars. 

“I can put the shirt back on if you want,” he offered and Jaskier’s eyes jumped back to his face.

“What? No, darling, no,” he rushed and grabbed Geralt’s face kindly, kissing him again. “I was just surprised. Is this okay? Can I- can I touch you?”

“Yeah. Of course you can,” he kissed Jaskier softly. “They haven’t hurt in a long time.” 

“Can I ask- I know this isn’t the best of times but-" he bit his lip with hesitation. "Did someone do this to you?” 

“Not one person in particular,” Geralt shrugged it off.

“Geralt,” Jaskier’s brow furrowed. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he brushed his nose against Jaskier’s. “It’s in the past.” 

"Okay," Jaskier whispered and then, trying to lighten the mood he added, "was it, like, your secret service past?"

"I am not at liberty to say."

Jaskier snorted.

“Just tell me you’re not in a fight club.”

“In a what?” Geralt asked, frowning. 

“A fight club.”

“I don’t know what that is,” he said, seemingly clueless. 

“You know, a fi- oh, you ass!” Jaskier yelped, slapping him lightly on the pec and Geralt laughed, grabbing the back of Jaskier's thighs right below his bottom to make him slip even further into his lap.

“How would you like to take care of my ass?” 

Jaskier almost choked on his own breath and turned an even deeper shade of red.

"Are you- do you mean literally?"

"I'm not a blushing virgin, Jaskier,” Geralt said matter-of-factly. 

"I know, I just mean- well if you've never- I mean are you sure you want to? With me?"

It was a sensible question but Geralt didn't want to think about it for too long. Thinking would mean trying to make sense of things -feelings, desires. It would lead to labelling and wanting to belong and- he just hated words. Words had a tendency to make things real and unmovable. Actions were so, so much better.

"You're the one who knows what he's doing, here,” Geralt said. “I'd rather it be you doing the work."

"Uh," Jaskier said thoughtfully. He probably had a PhD in literature or something based on the improbable number of books and manuscripts lying around in his flat. Geralt had even seen a couple ones in the cereal cupboard which was apparently where Jaskier’s glasses went.

"Alright then. Just. Tell me if something is not working for you, alright?"

"I will. Now can we get back to business?"

"To defeat-"

"If you start singing right now I am getting out of here," he grabbed a handful of the musician’s ass.

"Oi!!" Jaskier complained in the fakest way possible. "Wait, hold on, does that mean you've seen Disney movies- what's your favourite one?"

Geralt raised yet another very serious eyebrow. 

"Do you often discuss topics that make people think about their kids when they're trying to bed you-"

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry," Jaskier laughed and hid his face in Geralt's neck, full of shame. "How much do you hate me right now?" he muffled.

"Hmm," Geralt pondered, slowly sliding his fingers up Jaskier's spine. "You should probably find a way to make me forget about it."

"Hmm," Jaskier imitated, kissing the side of Geralt's neck and slowly making his way up to the man’s ear. "What if I took your pants off?" he whispered.

"Could be a start," Geralt admitted. 

"What if we moved to my bed?"

"I was beginning to wonder if you had one of those."

"I can still fuck you over the kitchen counter if you're disappointed."

Geralt’s pupils dilated as he pictured himself bent over the piece of furniture, holding onto whatever he could while Jaskier pounded him restlessly. 

"Bed. Now." 

  -

  Geralt only got a quick look at the room (more books, more notebooks, cord instruments of all sorts and sizes) before Jaskier grabbed him by the belt and pushed him onto the bed. He followed quickly, straddling him and kissing him senseless until Geralt’s head hit the mattress. 

"Can I t-" Jaskier started and Geralt tried to sit up, cutting him off with a kiss. He reached for his own belt, planning on taking his trousers off before Jaskier pressed against his shoulders and made him lie down again. He slid his fingers between Geralt’s, caressing his knuckles softly. 

"Oh please, give me the honor."

Geralt almost growled with impatience and reached a hand out between Jaskier's legs, palming him through his jeans.

"Oh sweet Edith Eleanor Diana Poulton, you are not playing."

He got Geralt’s belt out of the way and undid his trousers. Geralt’s underwear followed halfway when Jaskier took the trousers off, leaving his ass bare on the sheets and the hem of his briefs so low on his hips it was practically at the base of his cock. He tried taking his briefs off entirely, feeling silly and oddly vulnerable being halfway undressed but Jaskier batted his hands off and kissed him again. He slid a hand through Geralt’s pubic hair and slowly, incredibly slowly, down, and after what felt like a thousand years, finally closed his hand around Geralt’s cock and pulled. 

Geralt pushed the back of his head into the mattress and closed his eyes as if he was at risk of losing sight if he left them open. Jaskier kissed him through the first moan of pleasure and quickly was all over him. Jaskier was kissing and licking and touching and stroking and Geralt was having quite a hard time trying to do much more than let his hand grab onto Jaskier’s hair and do his best not to sound too desperate. He was absolutely failing. 

“Is this good, darling?” Jaskier whispered, kissing his neck up to his jaw and softly biting the skin there as his hand kept stroking him. 

"Hmm," was all Geralt could manage and he felt Jaskier smile against his skin.

"Tell me?"

"Ah,” Geralt’s hands were moving somewhat erratically, trying to hold onto any part of Jaskier that would make him feel anchored and not as if he was going to lose his mind before he got the man’s socks off. “Yes."

"You're so good darling,” Jaskier’s kindness, Geralt vaguely decided, was fucking obscene. “You're doing so good."

Geralt felt himself blush, having no idea how any blood could flow to his face since he was pretty sure all of it was rushing to his dick. He wasn't going to last long at this rate.

"I want- I want to touch you too."

Jaskier let him open his jeans and moaned into his mouth when Geralt finally got his hand into his underwear. 

“Jaskier,” he warned and Jaskier slowed down the working of his own hands. 

“You alright, love?” he whispered, voice broken with pleasure. 

Instead of an answer, Geralt sat up and pulled Jaskier's trousers to get his point across. Jaskier took his hands off him - the loss was fucking unbearable - to finally get rid of all remaining items of clothing and pressed himself against Geralt again, his hand on his neck. Geralt immediately got his arms around his middle to cradle him closer. Jaskier rocked slightly against him, their cocks pressing against each other and Geralt couldn't help but get a hand on both of them.

"Show me?" he croaked hoarsely and silently prayed that Jaskier wouldn’t make him beg for it because he definitely would. Instead Jaskier joined their hands together and guided him, pressing on Geralt's fingers to make him hold his cock tighter, moaning when Geralt's wrist angled exactly how he liked it.

"Oh god, yes. You're so good to me, love," he moaned. 

It felt like forever and it felt like a blink. They rocked and they kissed and they moaned and Jaskier kept breathing sweet nonsense into his neck, praises into his ear, about how good he was and how good he felt and how well Jaskier would take care of him and how much he wanted to make him moan through the night but in the end, what got him over the edge was Jaskier digging his fingers onto the soft flesh of his ass, sliding in to brush against Geralt’s hole, and absolutely, definitely had nothing to do with Jaskier crying out, “Oh love, you’re beautiful!”

Geralt lost a few seconds or maybe a minute or five over which Jaskier had apparently come all over his stomach too. Jaskier was catching his breath, lying with his forehead against Geralt’s chest, trying his best not to lay all his weight over him. Geralt found the back of Jaskier’s neck, his fingers going up through his hair and drawing a comfortable groan from him. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled, pushing on his arm to lie a few centimeters away, his head propped over Geralt’s shoulder, their legs still intertwined together. Jaskier’s arm stretched over Geralt’s middle and the tingly waves of left-over pleasure washed over them both with every breath, content tiredness slowly taking over. 

A few minutes later Geralt extracted himself from Jaskier’s grasp, not without some difficulty, and convinced himself to clean up. Washing his hands in front of the bathroom mirror, Geralt looked back at Jaskier’s face hovering over his shoulder as Jaskier pressed his chest against his back. Eyes closed, Jaskier asked: “D’you want to stay?”

Vaguely wondering about the last time he felt as comfortable as this with someone and then pushing the thought away, Geralt’s eyes lowered, looking at Jaskier’s arms settled around his body. 

He felt Jaskier’s lips move into a loopy smile against his skin when he answered:

“Hmm.”

[anya-chalotra]

I remember hearing stories about witchers when I was a child. Is it true what they say? That the mutations that grant you your... abilities also erase your emotions?

[medievalraven]

The Witcher Expectation: a buff badass loner who goes around killing monsters and possesses exactly zero emotions

The Witcher Reality: a grumpy bastard with one brain cell who caught a bad case of the heart eyes and desperately needs conditioner and a hug

[lildemonsemen]

Season 2:

Geralt: [growls]

Yennefer & Jaskier, in unison: ugh shut up you dumb goth himbo

Yennefer & Jaskier: *look at each other*

Yennefer & Jaskier:

Yennefer: did we just become best friends?!

Jaskier: YES

[mischievous-thunder]

Game!Geralt and Dandelion:

Netflix!Geralt, watching them from behind a bush:

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

Jaskier: *makes Geralt famous across the Continent with “Toss A Coin To Your Witcher” and knows it to the point where he kinda brags about it, takes Geralt to a banquet while not hiding his Very Recognizable white hair and yellow eyes, literally just stuffs him in boring clothes and tells him “look mean and pretend you’re mute” and thinks that’ll be enough for him not to be recognized*

Geralt: *gets recognized almost instantly*

Jaskier:

[nonbinary-renfri]

https://youtu.be/yO9ZGr84Xg4

The Ballad of Himbo Geralt: A Look at Netflix’ The Witcher | Curio (28:53)

[anythinggoesfandoms]

Okay but imagine... Ciri is a werewolf. Buff. Absolutely ready to cut a bitch (not like she wasn’t already). Fight>flight. Absolute queen.

And

What if

Yennefer was a werewolf too. She’d teach her pup. And they’d deal with their Idiot Himbo and His Boyfriend in strong ways.

[the-gay-trashmouth]

Yo if you are a lesbian (or any wlw nblw) and you like the Witcher/ ship Geralt with Jaskier, then BOY DO I HAVE A SHOW FOR YOU!

Meet Xena, warrior princess.

A fairly old and cheesy looking show, watching it feels like watching the sapphic version of the Witcher. When I tell you they ARE THE BLUEPRINT-

Let's run through our cast real quick.

First, we have our leading lady Xena, aforementioned warrior princess. I'm not going to spoil anything past the first episode so don't worry. Xena is a warrior woman from a small village where she lead an army into battle only to be crushed and killing half her village. She leaves in shame and builds a massive army and becomes an infamous war Lord. Something happens that makes her change her ways, dedicating the rest of her life to make up for the things she did by saving people and killing the evil powerful people, some of whom she once fought beside. On her travels she stops a band of stray soldiers from taking a small villages women for slaves. One of those women is our next character-

Gabrielle! She is a charismatic village girl who is set to marry a terribly boring and stupid man (her words not mine. I think he was pretty sweet) and she is instantly infatuated by the warrior woman who just saved her and she runs away in the dead on night to travel with her.

She ends up at Xena's home town, after tricking a cyclops into letting her go and sweet talking herself a ride into town, where Xena is trying to warn her people of an oncoming attack from an old war Lord pal only to be met with pitchforks and rocks. Literally. They throw rocks at her. Gabi steps in to talk Xena out of the whole mess and ends up hitching a ride with her. Xena tries to do the whole "I travel alone" thing and Gabi would absolutely not have that.

Later on their travels in later seasons we meet this lovely man-

Joxer the mighty! He even has his own little theme song that you will be humming for the rest of your days. He's sweet, loyal, incredibly dumb but not big enough to be a himbo. Truly the comic relief and a fun break from the drama and homoerotic tension between our two leading ladies.

This show was made in the 90s but for it's time it was fairly progressive, even having Xena and Gabi kiss and describing them as "soulmates", it was in the most no homo way they could get and they were never confirmed in a romantic relationship.

I have been watching this show with my mom since I was a toddler and it remains to be one of the only shows that holds up in my opinion. It's cheesy, the special effects are a little hokey, and it's very obviously made in the 90s, but it remains to be one of my favorite not-technically-wlw-but-real-close shows.

And I mean honestly- LOOK AT THEM!!

[jaskierswolf]

The Start of Something New

Rated: E Pairing: Geraskier

Summary: Jaskier is getting rid of some of his old clothes from before he came out as trans, but he's really loathed to part with the lingerie. Luckily, Geralt finds a solution that they both enjoy!

CWs: Sexy times, brief mention of dysphoria, anal sex, implied/referenced feminisation (not of Trans character)

Very Very belated birthday gift for @bi-aragorn and lovingly beta'd by @softdarlingjaskier - Also on AO3

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Looking at the pile of discarded clothes, Jaskier felt pretty good about himself. There were some beautiful items in the discard pile, but this was a fresh start for him. If he was going to buy pretty dresses and skirts from now on it was because he liked wearing them and not because his parents forced him into more feminine things. Although, there were some really gorgeous silk lingerie sets that he would miss. He blushed as he remembered the heat in Geralt’s gaze whenever he wore those, the rush of self confidence was addictive.

Maybe one set wouldn’t hurt.

And he had spent quite a lot of his own money on those pieces.

Geralt’s hand squeezed his shoulder, pulling him from his spiral with a jump. Letting out a weary sigh, he leant into his boyfriend’s side.

“A new beginning,” he whispered.

“You don’t have to get rid of everything if you don’t want to.” Geralt’s voice murmured in his ear. Lips pressed against his neck, making a shiver go down Jaskier’s spine. “I know you like them.”

“Too girly.” The argument was stupid, weak, and he knew that clothes were just clothes, but after a lifetime of fighting to be who he was… it was simply engrained. “I like the green ones though.”

“Hmm…” Fingers brushed along Jaskier’s side, tentatively sliding closer to his breast, a silent question that he knew well. His head rolled to the side, letting Geralt have better access to his neck, an invitation. Geralt wasted no time in sucking a bruise in the tender skin of Jaskier’s neck, and his hands groped at his chest, making Jaskier moan quietly as heat began to build at his core. “Roughly the same size as mine,” Geralt whispered, his voice rough and low.

Rolling his eyes, Jaskier giggled, swatting at Geralt’s hands. “Idiot.”

“I mean it, reckon I could fit into it.”

It was such a bizarre thought, coming from a direction that Jaskier just hadn’t been expecting, that he pulled away from Geralt’s embrace, turning round to peer at his boyfriend. There was nothing but genuine sincerity in Geralt’s eyes, his chin held high as he stood his ground.

“You want to wear my lingerie?”

Geralt shrugged. “It’s not girly if I wear it, means it’s not if you wear it either. So… if you want to keep it then you should. It’s just clothes, Jask. I’ll support you regardless.”

Warmth bloomed in Jaskier’s chest, so filled with love and longing for this stupid, idiotic, himbo of a man that he’d fallen in love with. Every step of the way, Geralt had been there, holding Jaskier as he cried himself to sleep after an explosive realisation that he was, in fact, not a girl. Geralt had stood by his side as he’d come out to his parents, and Geralt had been the one to take him shopping in the men’s section for the first time. There had been fights, and not everyday had been straight forward… for either of them, but Geralt had never given up on him.

It simply wasn’t possible to love Geralt any more than he did.

He swallowed, his breath catching on the lump in his throat as too many emotions swirled deep inside him. “Okay, yeah.”

At that point in their relationship, Jaskier had seen Geralt naked more times than he could count, but watching Geralt shimmy out of his jeans and flannel, knowing that this very vision of masculinity was about to don some of Jaskier’s skimpiest lingerie… holy fuck. All this time he’d thought that Geralt found the lingerie sexy because they highlighted Jaskier’s natural curves and the shape of his breasts, but, hnnnnng, he was practically dying at the mere thought of the lacy silk against Geralt’s more muscular body.

It wasn’t as if Geralt was putting on a show, there was no sexy dancing, and really if anything it was all a bit awkward. Geralt was methodical as he removed his clothes, and as he slid the garter and stockings up his leg, it was simply a matter of trying not to rip the thin fabric rather than anything sensual. Jaskier was honestly quite impressed that Geralt knew how to attach the stocking and garters correctly, let alone do up the bra. Although, he did have to do it up in the front and swivel it round to the back.

In Jaskier’s experience, most cis men could only ever undo bras. Doing them up was apparently a mystery they’d never solved… unless they did drag.

Did Geralt do drag??

Oh now that was a pretty image, perhaps Jaskier could convince him to go to a drag night sometime soon. Geralt clearly wasn’t burdened with toxic masculinity, a fact that Jaskier had always been attracted to, even when they’d just started dating and he didn’t even know he was bi let alone trans.

Wasn’t life an adventure?

“It’s a bit tight, but I think it looks okay,” Geralt grunted, his face blushed red as he tugged gently at the little skirt on the panties.

Fuck he was pretty. The green silk clung to his muscles in a sinful manner, his grey chest hair peeking out from the soft fabric. There was femininity. There was masculinity.

There was Geralt.

Jaskier felt weak at the knees, and he wanted nothing more than to sink to his knees and pull the stockings down Geralt’s legs with his teeth. The line of Geralt’s cock was so deliciously enticing, barely concealed by the panties even with frills of the skirt. For the life of him, Jaskier couldn’t work out how they hadn’t thought of this sooner.

“Darling, you look… fuck. So fucking good. Pretty as a princess,” Jaskier breathed, reaching out to feel the silky fabric across Geralt’s chest. It was soft beneath his fingers, and Geralt’s breath hitched as Jaskier slipped a finger under the hem of the garment, brushing against his nipples. “My gorgeous, handsome boyfriend. So perfect.”

At the praise, Geralt gave out a soft whine, leaning forward to press their foreheads together. Their lips met in a chaste kiss, but as Jaskier pulled away, Geralt chased his lips, pulling them back into another kiss, and another, each one more heated than the last until Jaskier was panting, moaning with every sigh of breath. His fingers danced along Geralt’s back, hooking under the strap of the bra but not quite pinching it. The last thing he wanted was to waste the chance to see Geralt looking so obscenely beautiful.

Between his legs, Jaskier could feel the familiar heat building as he soaked through his boxers, the slick sticking to his thighs. He pulled back from the kiss with a smirk, brushing his nose against Geralt’s as he trailed his fingers down his boyfriend’s back until he could grope the meat of his arse whilst considering his next move. The thing he least liked about sex - It was unpredictable. Sometimes, Geralt could spend the evening between his legs, eating him out like a starved man, and bringing him over the edge, again and again and again. Other days, one wrong touch had his dysphoria lighting up like a beacon. He always had to pause, consider, tread lightly, even in the heat of the moment.

“Where’s my cock?” he decided, fingers deftly undoing his buttons as he glanced around the room, searching for the harness and his favourite dildo.

Geralt’s fingers wrapped around Jaskier’s wrist, stopping him from escaping their embrace and pulling him back into a kiss. Pouting, Jaskier fell against his boyfriend’s chest, holding him close in a tight embrace. It was intimate being wrapped up in Geralt's arms, his musky scent washing over him as he traced the feel of silk beneath his finger tips. One of Geralt’s hands slipped up his shirt, tickling over his ribs and he gasped as Geralt’s fingers pinched his nipple, pleasure racing through his veins. As much as he hated his breasts some days, they were bloody sensitive, and if Geralt could enjoy pleasure from having his nipples played with, then so could Jaskier. It didn’t make him any less a man.

“Bastard,” he grumbled as he pulled his boyfriend into another kiss, getting lost in Geralt’s lips, his tongue, the taste of bitter coffee on his breath. “Now please, for the love of god, can I fuck you now?”

Geralt chuckled, reaching behind him to unclasp the bra but Jaskier caught his wrist before he could remove the garment. “Don’t you dare,” he hissed. “Keep it on, and lie on the bed whilst I find my damn cock.”

“Bossy,” Geralt grumbled but did as he was told. With a sigh, he flopped onto his stomach, the frills of the skirt framing the curve of his arse perfectly.

Taking a step back, Jaskier paused to admire the view. The stockings came half way up his thighs, stretching around the thick muscles and held up by Jaskier’s favourite black garter. It was lacey around the edges, elegant but still incredibly sexy. On Geralt it seemed to be even more seductive, but perhaps that was because it was rare that his boyfriend ever dressed up for him, and if he did it was never like this. For a moment, Jaskier considered fetching his make up kit, knowing that Geralt would look absolutely stunning with blood-red lipstick and some dark kohl around his eyes.

But they could play with that another day. For now, Jaskier just wanted Geralt to be a senseless mess underneath him. If Geralt could remember his name by the end of the day, then Jaskier hadn’t done his job well enough.

He finally located his harness and two dildos, glancing between them before choosing the larger of the two; the perks of having a strap on cock. He swiftly stripped down to his boxers and then fiddled with the harness until he was happy that it was secure before joining Geralt on the bed. Straddling Geralt’s legs, he leant forwards to place a kiss on his boyfriend’s shoulder then sat back up, running his hands along the expanse of Geralt’s back until he could pull the silk panties down over his bum.

“Gorgeous,” Jaskier whispered reverently and he rocked his hips forwards, the harness pressing against his cock in his boxers and making his breath catch. There wasn’t much chance he would cum like this but he could bring himself off later, and it didn’t mean he couldn’t tease himself.

“Get on with it,” Geralt grumbled, resting his head on the pillow like the pretty little princess that he was.

Luckily, Jaskier wasn’t in the mood for hanging around. On another day, he fully intended to spend hours worshipping Geralt’s body, taking his time with every inch of silk and lace, perhaps even binding Geralt’s wrists to the bed with a matching emerald green, silk tie, and he absolutely would drag those stockings down with his teeth, maybe suck Geralt’s rather lovely cock with the panties pulled down just enough to expose it.

Oh, ho, ho, yes! This had opened up a whole new avenue to their sex life that he was going to have great fun exploring.

But for now, he would take pity on his long-suffering boyfriend, and prep his pretty arse for Jaskier’s cock. He swiped the bottle of lube from the bedside table, dripping a generous amount into his hand. With his other hand, he gently tugged the panties down over Geralt’s arse, giving it a quick swat just to hear his boyfriend whimper. Slowly, he moved to tease at Geralt’s rim with one finger, not quite pushing inside but just enjoying the way the muscle fluttered under the touch. Soon enough, Geralt’s hole was glistening with lube, all pink and waiting for Jaskier to worship it.

“Look at you,” he cooed, pressing the tip of a single finger inside ever so slowly, delighting in the sight. “Can’t wait to fill you up with my cock. That’s what you really want, isn’t it, darling?”

“Yes,” Geralt groaned, already sounding wrecked and Jaskier had barely touched him.

Whilst Geralt had no qualms about railing Jaskier into the mattress, playing with his tits, teasing his little cock and doing his best to give Jaskier mind blowing orgasms that would render him useless, whenever Geralt bottomed, it was a whole different story. When Jaskier topped Geralt turned into a complete pillow princess - petulant, lazy, and a little bit bratty.

And Jaskier loved it. Being able to turn his brilliantly strong and hunky boyfriend into a mess was so intoxicating. Luckily for him, Geralt seemed to enjoy it just as much.

Geralt growled as Jaskier eased his finger deeper, pressing down ever so slightly more with every thrust. At that point, Jaskier knew Geralt’s body better than his own and he knew that Geralt could take more, but it was more fun to tease. Every movement had Geralt gasping for breath, whimpering beneath him as his fingers stayed just shy of Geralt’s prostate, even as he slowly added another digit, working it in alongside the first.

“Fuck, Jask.” The words were muffled by the pillow but no less desperate.

“You’re doing so well, so perfect for me. Can you take another one?”

“Yes, stop teasing!”

Chuckling, Jaskier gave another swat to Geralt’s arse. “Needy,” he scolded but did as he was told, slipping a finger inside, and marvelling at the stretch of Geralt’s hole around him. The sight had his own arousal blistering across his skin. His heart raced in his chest and his head was spinning in a cloud of lust. Without thinking, his free hand reached down to press the pretty purple dildo down against his cock, stroking the length of the silicone shaft to get friction against his sex. He bit his lip, rocking into the harness as he opened up Geralt, ready to take Jaskier’s cock.

Beneath him, Geralt let out a sinful moan, the sound sending waves of pleasure through Jaskier’s body. “Fuck,” he groaned, reaching out for the lube bottle again, and slicking up his cock, then guiding the head towards Geralt’s hole .

When tip pressed against the rim, Geralt bucked up off the mattress, his arse presenting so prettily for Jaskier. His silver hair splayed over the pillow, falling in front of Geralt’s face, hiding it from view. One of Jaskier’s hands slid up the planes of muscle on Geralt’s back, briefly reaching round to grope his tits through the silky fabric before he kissed Geralt’s shoulder, brushing the hair away from his face. As he leaned over, the cock pushed into his boyfriend, making him cry out, fingers gripping into the sheets below them.

Jaskier tried to keep a steady pace, but it wasn’t always easy. Without being able to feel the pleasure beyond the harness rubbing against him, it was hard not to get carried away. One hand gripped onto Geralt’s hips, fingers bruising the skin as his hips snapped forward at a brutal pace. After taking his time to really tease his boyfriend, stretching him in a torturously slow way, there was no need to be cautious now. Jaskier couldn’t wait to see the dark green silk stained with Geralt’s cum… it might be ruined but Jaskier was going to throw them out anyway.

Every thrust had Geralt gasping for breath, falling apart in the most beautiful way. It was a stunning picture and one that Jaskier would enjoy for a long while yet. Biting his lip, he let one hand scrape down the expanse of Geralt’s back, delighting in the pretty pink scratches that were left on the pale skin. Another slap to Geralt’s arse, another howling moan that tore from his boyfriend. Jaskier’s own legs were beginning to shake, his pleasure building as he watched his cock moving in and out of Geralt’s body. Exhausted and horny he snapped his hips forwards, reaching around to take Geralt’s cock in his hand, and working it in quick, hard jerks until Geralt spilled over his fingers, a sobbing mess beneath him.

“Jask, Julek… fuck…” he babbled, slipping off of Jaskier’s cock and landing in a puddle of limbs on the mattress.

“So beautiful, so perfect,” Jaskier sighed, rolling onto his back next to Geralt and pulling his boyfriend to his chest.

In response, Geralt just hummed, whimpering slightly as he rested his head on Jaskier’s breast, mouthing at the soft skin beneath his lips. It was sweet, comforting, familiar. Geralt always got a little needy after Jaskier fucked him, and Jaskier adored holding his boyfriend in his arms, praise falling mindlessly from his lips as his fingers carded through the mess of silver locks.

“I need to clean us up, darling,” he cooed after a few minutes, glancing down at the lube covered silicone that was still strapped to him.

There was a sharp pain in his breast as Geralt bit down. “No.”

“Soon,” Jaskier sighed without any real heat to his words, but really it was selfish on his part. If he waited a little longer to grab a cloth… then Geralt might have more energy to return the favour.

God, it was going to be a fun night.

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[anya-chalotra]

This has been enough partying for me. I’m getting out of here.

[andsheloved]

HAPPY 700 SLEEPOVER BESTIE u deserve each and every follower you’ve earned 💖 🎞 pls give us a directors cut for ur loki fic all i wanted whew i really love that one hehe

miA my dear my beloved my love hello and thANK YOU i cry :’) you deserve all the love and hugs so i’m sending it all your way hold on let me put them in a letter ✉️ wait hold on i gotta seal it 💌 okay there we go mwauh i’m sending it your way 📬 and oh my gosh all i wanted is also probably one of my favorites hehe thank you for this enabling i love you

🎞 directors cut 🎞 - all i wanted

okay so i was listening to a lot of paramour the day that i wrote this so ‘all i wanted’ in particular very much inspired this, but i also love a bit of angst and also loki + angst, top tier me thinks. i love reading All The Fics™️, but i do love writing fics that i can personally relate to?? so that’s why i usually don’t write superpowered readers you know? and so i just love the idea of what feelings that would bring up within a human if they were dropped into a very superpowered group of humans. also my brain was very weird when i wrote that and just a lot of feelings of being left behind ?? if that makes sense ?? i don’t know buT yeah i mean don’t we all need some loki comfort? oh and also the original title for this was ‘you used to be mine’ which actually is very sad to me, i have so many alternate titles for things i don’t know why bUT anyways, also i absolutely love a good love confession monologue, and also loki (at least in my brain) has a Way With Words™️, so he may just be my favorite character to write love confessions for because he can be so poetic and yearny, i think loki and geralt might be my two favorites cus loki is very poetic and fun and geralt is very emotional himbo-like which i love, oH and sherlock, i love his love confessions as well. bUT YEAH there’s the directors cut for that one :) thank you for enabling me and i love you very much mwauh

join in on my 700 followers sleepover!!

[darkverrmin]

Do You Like It?

a/n: this was inspired by a male friend who likes to wear makeup. he occasionally gets shit from people because of that, who are probably just jealous of him looking gorgeous. seriously, mind your own business. and wear whatever makes you feel good ♥️

tags: jaskier experimenting with makeup, fluff, geralt is a himbo with feelings. enjoy!

(this is part one, if you'll be interested in reading the rest, i'll post the second part)

Calling the party boring would be an understatement. It was terrible. Geralt sat alone at a table, drinking his ale. He regretted listening to Yennefer and Jaskier, who convinced him that he could use a night of rest, after weeks of traveling and training with Ciri. This wasn't Geralt's idea of resting.

Ciri and Dara were back at the inn with Eskel. Lambert fell asleep as soon as they arrived here, earlier in the afternoon. Yennefer and Jaskier, both dragged Geralt to this harvest festival and left him sitting alone at a table.

Geralt found Yennefer sitting at the bar, flirting with another woman. At least someone here is having fun, he thought to himself.

But his mind was actually focused on the bard, whom he hadn't seen since the beginning of the evening. He could only guess that Jaskier went off earlier in the night, with some pretty girl in his arms. The thought only worsened Geralt's mood. Having feelings he couldn't quite understand towards Jaskier didn't make his life any easier. Knowing for sure that Jaskier didn't return those feelings made it almost unbearable.

Geralt frowned, taking another gulp of his ale. A familiar voice startled him out of his thoughts. A warm body pressed itself against Geralt's side.

"Hi! Sorry for disappearing earlier, I saw an old friend of mine here. You look like you're definitely enjoying yourself".

"I'm going back to the inn now" Geralt muttered into his cup, avoiding looking directly at Jaskier. He found himself doing that more than often during their recent conversations.

Jaskier hummed in thought, still staring at him. "Yeah, I get it. Usually I'd make a joke about you being dressed and looking like we're attending a funeral, but this party is indeed horrible. I'll come with you".

Geralt raised an eyebrow. "Thought you wanted to come here. You even managed to drag me with you".

"And no regrets about that, my friend. You could use a night out. Unfortunately, this isn't a very successful one". Jaskier searched for Yennefer with his eyes, gasping when he found her. "Oh. Woah. At least someone here is having fun". Geralt lifted his head just in time to see Yennefer pulling away from a kiss with the girl by the bar. The Witcher felt satisfied with himself that it didn't make him feel a thing.

Yennefer turned her head to look at them. Jaskier waved at her, smiling and pointing at the door. Yennefer smiled back, nodding and resumed kissing the girl.

"I think Yen's gonna be alright. So, shall we?" Jaskier took away Geralt's empty cup from his hand, fingers accidentally brushing against Geralt's. Geralt felt his heart stirring in his chest. "Drinking like a pig ain't gonna solve your problems, Witcher. You okay? Wanna talk?". Jaskier sitting so close and talking to him like that didn't make Geralt feel any better about himself. He turned to glare at Jaskier.

"I would be okay if I wasn't dragged to this stup-" Geralt paused, blinking. "Are you… Is that makeup on your face?"

Jaskier knitted his eyebrows, before raising them and chuckling. "Oh, yeah. Forgot about this. Yennefer did this a couple of hours ago. Y'know, for the party. I'm actually pretty fond of it". Jaskier titled his head to the side, batting his eyelashes and smiling brightly. "Do you like it?"

Geralt couldn't stop staring at him. Jaskier looked ridiculously hot like this. The black eyeliner brought out the blue color of his eyes. The green, sparkling eyeshadow was a nice touch, too. Geralt never thought of Jaskier wearing eyeliner, but now he definitely knew that he loved it. It looked so good on him, it was almost unfair.

Geralt hesitated with his answer. Jaskier's unbuttoned shirt, revealing a lot of pale skin and chest hair, didn't contribute to his thoughts. "It looks…" Good. Gorgeous. Hot. Irresistible. You're irresistible. You're beauti- "new on you".

Jaskier stared at him for a moment before snorting and shaking his head. "I'll take that as a compliment".

You should Geralt thought, but remained silent. "So you like it?"

"Yeah. Actually, I do. Oh, I also had red lipstick on earlier, but it wore off quickly. You should have seen how it looked". Geralt really wished he could. Jaskier continued speaking. "Got a lot of stares during the evening, but most of them were accompanied by flirting and compliments". Jaskier paused, snorting again. "From both men and women".

Geralt tried to decipher his tone at the last sentence, but with no success. "So why aren't you out there fucking some farmer's wife? Or maybe the farmer himself". Fuck, he really didn't mean to say that.

Jaskier pouted at him and Geralt couldn't stop staring at his mouth, imagining kissing off red lipstick from it. "Funny today, aren't we? For your information, I'm just not in the mood. But maybe you could use someone to warm you up and kiss that frown off your stupid face".

Geralt tried to suppress a smile. "I'll pass".

Jaskier gazed at him for another moment before speaking. "Well, too bad". He got up from the table and went towards the door. Geralt was left sitting at the table with wide eyes.

"Geralt! You're coming or what?"

Geralt got up and followed the bard silently out of the tavern. Jaskier yawned. "Ugh, I could so use a warm bed now and an eight hour nap".

"Eight hours isn't a nap".

"If that's really your opinion, then I pity you". Geralt's shoulders shook with silent laughter and he noticed Jaskier glancing at him with a smile.

(to be continued!)

Update: Link to part 2-

[ao3feed-geralt-jaskier]

by C4t1l1n4

It's approaching the second full moon of the month. Geralt is grumpy, tense, and collecting things.

Jaskier is just confused.

Or,

Wolf instinct feral Geralt adds Jaskier to his hoard of pretty things.

Words: 2375, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion

Additional Tags: Feral Behavior, Feral Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Protective Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Soft Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Confused Jaskier | Dandelion, Soft Jaskier | Dandelion, Competent Jaskier | Dandelion, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romantic Fluff, First Kiss, Getting Together, Himbo Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Wordcount: 1.000-3.000

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

I see Chris Fleming in your bio, any thoughts about their Gayle series? Ever thought of the Witchers being apart of the Gayle series? Tbh, it makes me laugh, also happy week early birthday !

Chris Fleming is a primordial god and there’s nothing we can do to stop his chaos (not that I’d want to) but there are definitely some videos/quotes from Gayle and his car rants that could describe the Boys.

“I’m afraid if I talk to men I’ll look at their dicks. It’s not that I want to, I’m just afraid I’m going to.” - Geralt of Rivia (himbo)

“He sounds like a dude but he has long hair like a bichon. Is he gay? Am I gay? Does he have panty lines? Girls, I need you to come in here and help me find panty lines on this guy.” - Jaskier @ Geralt

“Fruit on the bottom sounds like a homophobic uncle’s rule about bunk-beds.” - Lambert probably

"No son of mine is getting road head. Not today!” - Vesemir

“He’ll come at you with the blind confidence and botched whimsy of a camp counselor at the end of August.” - the Witchers describing Jaskier

“Just because I have bad hair doesn’t mean that I’m polyamorous.” - Geralt

“I feel like eighty percent of my adult life is spent meeting people I don’t care about’s boyfriends.” - Yennefer

[jaskiersvalley]

Its not a prompt really more an observation that you are responsible for a completely wet table after I spilled my tea while reading "the porny bard" and now I am completely wet because I spilled my second tea to the other headline "oh what a hairy valley it is" and yess although me and everything around (including my cat as I see now) are completely covered in black tea I am in love with your blog...

Nonnie, firstly, please send my apologies to your cat, it is a fate most foul that has befallen them. Secondly, MARRY ME! Because you’re the first person to have not just pointed that out but also found it funny (and bad enough to spill tea over. Twice.). You have succeeded in putting a massive smile on my face, thank you. And, as a way to express my gratitude, a story that is based on truth from a very good friend of mine (who knows this tumblr exists - if you’re reading this, hello and sorry for stealing your life experience for fanfic!).

Buying a house together was a big investment but Jaskier was ready. While neither he, nor Geralt were really the type to settle. Their friends often called the ‘The Nomadic Himbo and his Bimbo’ which would have been a great band name but Geralt growled and that was the end of that idea. Instead, they bought a house, something for them to fix up and make into a home together.

It was such a nice day, Jaskier wanted to go out and they had a garden now which was just perfect because he found a forgotten bag of potatoes. Which was perfect to plant even if they couldn’t be eaten, right? So there Jaskier was, digging away when his little trovel hit something hard. He thought he had found treasure and excitedly began to dig.

The screech of “Geralt!” rang through the house and Jaskier was haring it into the kitchen. “Geralt! There’s a tortoise. Buried in our garden!”

After a bit of grumbling and disbelief, Geralt deigned to head outside and look at Jaskier’s find, not believing for one second that there was a tortoise buried in the garden.

“It’s an ornament,” Geralt said after one look and shrugged. “Dig it out, we’ll bin it.”

“Oh fuck! There’s a leg!” Jaskier was on the verge of dramatic tears as he took in a leg. “Look. He’s got it out.” He poked it with a trovel and it moved. Jaskier screamed and launched himself at Geralt. Who was also looking at the tortoise in mild horror.

“It moved! It’s alive, Geralt! It’s alive!” Jaskier wasn’t wailing but he was definitely dramatically over the top. “We have a tortoise buried in our garden. What do we do?”

The potatoes were all but forgotten as Geralt watched the tortoise in horror. “Fuck. I’ll got make a few calls.”

Because they were bound to have friends who were better equipped to deal with a tortoise than they were. Not Lambert though - he suggested looking up recipes. Yennefer suggested the nearest bin. Even Cahir was reluctant to take it in, claiming he already had enough animals in his house which was accompanied by an annoyed “oi” from somewhere behind him. When Geralt tried Eist (because Calanthe would never agree) in the hopes they wanted a tortoise for Ciri, he at least got a bit of advice. They could ask their new neighbours if they had lost a tortoise. Though that did require being sociable and that was going to be Jaskier’s job.

Going back out into the garden, Geralt wasn’t surprised to note that Jaskier had stopped using his trovel and was pulling things off with his hands. A head popped out of the mess.

“Geralt! Look! I wonder if he has a soft head.” Jaskier looked mesmerised. He reached to tap the tortoise’s head in a gentle pat and there was a clink. Frowning, Jaskier tapped a little harder.

Betrayed, he looked up at Geralt, who knew in that moment what had happened. “It’s a fucking ornament, isn’t it?”

Reaching for the leg, Jaskier gave it a tug and it broke away, revealing the crumbling plaster from the broken part at the end of the stump.

That afternoon, while Jaskier went shopping, Geralt had a very important job. So, by the time Jaskier got home, there was a freshly cleaned and glued tortoise statue by the door. There was even a little ribbon tied in a bow around its neck. It took all of Jaskier’s self control not to kick it.