#the witcher fanfic rec

[glwstic]

Rec List 4: The Witcher

-  Worth More Than Your Songs by Chaos_Breeds

“Jask, you’re bleeding,” Geralt growled, his free hand starting to pat for injuries, and-

Jaskier relaxed a bit, slumping in relief. “Good morning to you too,” he greeted brightly, ignoring how raspy his voice was. “Damn witchers and their sense of smell. I’m fine, don’t worry, just my hands.”

The room froze.

———

In which Jaskier runs himself ragged, convinced he must prove his value.

Geralt and Yennefer will not stand for it.

Oneshot,  1,676 words

-  Defying the Odds by Chaos_Breeds

Geralt didn’t care to eavesdrop, really, even less than he wanted to hear another bawdy ballad. It was better to keep his eyes on his ale, stay out of trouble, and wait for Jaskier to be finished. “So how much longer do you think he’ll live?” asked the baron, drumming his fingers on the table. “Such clever songs. I hope we’ll hear another few years’ worth before he goes.”

Geralt immediately stilled, the performance fading into the background.

———

In which Geralt learns that traveling bards are one of the most dangerous professions for very good reason. He overhears some nobles betting on how long his bard would survive on the path, and Jaskier’s odds apparently aren’t good.

Geralt will be damned before that happens.

Oneshot,  1,705 words

-  Bard Assassin by Hyrulehearts1123, sageclover61

Collection, 8 works, 88,968 words

>>>  Edge of Nowhere by sageclover61

Jaskier needed no introduction to Geralt of Rivia, not when he knows who this Witcher is on sight. On the other hand, this is his opportunity to make a new and different name for himself, a guise within a disguise, and perhaps fame that'll hide the secrets that he keeps.

Oneshot, 1,361 words

-  why were you digging, what did you bury by ruffboi

"You'll be coming with me," his father said, rather abruptly and with no room for argument.

"I thought no one but the elders and the witch could know where the clearing is," Julian said slowly.

"This is your duty as my son and heir," his father snapped.

"Of course, father," Julian replied. "I'll be ready after supper." He wondered, a chill running down his spine, what this duty actually was.

Oneshot,  1,776 words

-  I Have Heart-Fire and Singing to Give by inexplicifics

Jaskier is invited to come and sing at Oxenfurt - an honor he has never dreamed he would be granted so young. But leaving Kaer Morhen has its perils...and there are those who would very much like to get their hands on the Consort of the Warlord of the North.

5/5 Completed, 23,311 words

-  And I'll go up, up to find us by thequeenofsong

Geralt's thoughts when he goes up the mountain after finding out about the husband hunters coming to Kaer Morhen. Also includes a flashback to the night in Redania after Geralt finds out Jaskier was sent as a sacrifice and Jaskier's confession of love. Inspired by Inexplicfic's Accidental Warlord AU.

Oneshot,  2,909 words

-  No More Monsters by ruffboi

When Geralt leads his army into Tretogor, they expect most of what they find.

What they don't expect is the near-silent, trembling figure they find tucked against the wall in Radovid's rooms after Eskel runs a sword through the bastard's throat.

Oneshot,  1,219 words

-  Dandelion Wedding Crowns by sageclover61

Twenty years after conquering Kaedwen, Redania sought a treaty with the Warlord of the North, and offered with it an arranged marriage.

Geralt, the accidental warlord of the north, would very like human nobles to stop doing monstrous things, like marrying off their children. Needless to say, the marriage won’t last. Now if only he could figure out how to help Jaskier and his sisters, too.

Inspired by Inex's AW AU and Pallidus' As long as the sun and moon are above.

Oneshot, 16,303 words

-  dead man running by peaktotheocean

Jaskier handed her the spare dagger and breathed easy when she took it without question. "Ciri, darling. We're going to get out of this dungeon together. You know how sometimes, humans call things monsters that aren't monsters at all? Rather just, things they don't understand?"

She looked at him with fierce determination in her eyes. "Yes, I do."

Oneshot,  7,512 words

-  Little Lark in Our Hearts by Chaos_Breeds

Based on inexplicifics Warlord!Geralt AU. Jaskier thought he was over what his father had done, when he was sent away as tribute to the White Wolf. During a conversation about sending tribute to another king, Jaskier realizes he very, very much is not okay.

Good thing he’s got a whole pack to help him through it.

———

(In which they get a stark reminder of Jaskier’s circumstances before becoming part of the Witcher’s keep.)

Oneshot, 1,604 words

[letmelickyoureyeballs]

Witcher Fic Recs

Wanted to make a list of some of my favorite Witcher fics! Most of these are not Jaskier/Geralt, but I did add some, and they are just as good! A lot are also Explicit, and some need an AO3 account to access. Feel free to message me if you want your work taken off this list.

*I do not claim any of these fics as mine, and I give all the credit to the original authors*

"Bat Out of Water" by @tafkamayle One of if not my favorite Witcher fic! 65k words, Explicit, Jaskier/Geralt Jaskier/Eskel Jaskier/Lambert, Vampire and Pirate AU

"The Songbird of The Cats" by @ohwhoopsok I've read this one so many times I cannot recommend it enough! 28k words, Mature, Jaskier/OCs Jaskier/Aiden Jaskier/Lambert, Jaskier becomes the School of the Cats new obsession, little non-human Jaskier

"The Shape of Love" by @jaskierswolf 17k words, Teen and Up, Shifter AU, Geralt/Jaskier, there's a bunch of works in this series and they're all great!

"Fateful Red" by @tafkamayle again, 16k words, Explicit, Jaskier/Geralt, Soulmates and No Powers AU, I love this one so much!

"That's my Jam(bert)" by @greenbirddraws/GreenBird, 14k words, Explicit, Jaskier/Lambert, I love them together so much!

"So Tight I'd Bruise You" by @sweetpeapod 496 words, General Audience, Jaskier/Lambert, little hurt/comfort and soft Lambert

"Cat Up A Tree(Going Down on a Witcher)" by Hallianna, 10k words, Explicit, Aiden/Jaskier/Lambert, love this one a lot!

"Bring Your Hunger" by @sweetpeapod again, 2k words, Teen and Up, Jaskier/Lambert, teasing and fluff

"Take a Chance on Second Chances" by Caelanmiriel, 9k words, Explicit, Jaskier/Lambert, some courting rituals

"Fingertips" by @ohwhoopsok again, 3k words, Explicit, Jaskier/Lambert, Lambert can't get hard, some fluff, this one is super sweet!

"to the wolves" by @besselfcn 1k words, Mature, Jaskier/Lambert/Eskel/Geralt, Past SA, hurt/comfort, revenge, past Valdo/Jaskier

"I Just Want to Feel You" by @stfustucky 6k words, Explicit, Jaskier/Geralt/Lambert/Eskel, Geralt and Eskel fuck up some aftercare so Lambert has to make things right, super sweet one!

"Soap, and the Scents of Home" by @round--robin/round_robin 32k words, Explicit, Jaskier/Geralt/Eskel/Lambert, lots of touch-starved Witchers, Scent kink, an amazing series!

"5 Times Geralt was Cat-Like (+1 Time He Was Wolf-Like)" by @xrdragonix 2k, General Audience, Geralt/Jaskier, Wolf and Cat traits, super cute and wholesome!

If you enjoyed any of these please let the authors know with comments, kudos, and/or bookmarking it!

[blooms-in-april]

Lambert smiles, sharp and ugly, "I know who you pretend I am."

Jaskier doesn't deny it. They both know he can't.

"Touche" he says lightly, skimming his fingers across the strings. Lambert can see the marks of his own nails in his back. He's bleeding faintly. "Remind what his name was again?"

Lambert sits up sharp in bed. "Don't you dare."

"Oh, Aiden, right?" Jaskier strums a chord. The name sounds like music in his mouth. "Aiden. Aiden at night, Aiden in the morning. Aiden in your breath and your tears and your mouth, Aiden so deep you can't claw him out."

"Get that name out of your mouth, bard," Lambert says. "Before I break it."

There is no fear in those blue eyes, no pity. Only a cold understanding. "Leave my wounds and I'll leave yours."

"Don't compare us." Lambert snarls.

"Why not?" Jaskier says. "We're exactly the same. That's why this works."

"My brother's alive."

Jaskier smiles, and there's something broken and desperate in it, like a shattered mirror. Lambert wonders if he looks like that, if it shows on his face in the same way.

"Yes, Geralt's alive. He's here, but I don't have him. I never had him. I will never have him. You had Aiden. All you had to do was be brave."

"Don't have him anymore." Lambert says.

"No." Jaskier responds. "Why else do you think we're here?"

[ehay]

Revisiting old fanfic, including this scene still stuck in my mind from galeaspida’s ‘The Bridge’.

[imrockbottom]

Geraskier fans and writers! I need your help!

So I read this awesome fic where Jaskier and Geralt had been casually fucking for a while and Jaskier suffers a lot, specially when he finds Geralt fucking Yennefer.

And now I need more of that! Like, really need it, that delicious hurt in my chest that makes me feel something.

Particularly the part where Jaskier suffers for Geralt and Yen's relationship. Maybe Geralt using him as a substitute for Yen or just fucking both without care of Jaskier feelings.

There's no need for it to be explicit, I just want the hurt part (but sex is okay too). Doesn't even need a happy ending. Any length.

Anyone knows any fic like this? I've been looking for them but only found one.

[theweeping-whistlers]

The Daily Fanfic Rec #34

Fandom : The Witcher

Site : Ao3

Title : Jaskier Fucked A God

Author : edgy_fluffball

Summary :

Jaskier is still grieving the loss of the exceptional lover who recently tipped his world upside down when new developments change everything he ever knew...

or

Jaskier (unknowingly) slept with a god and got D&D-style bard magic out of it. Geralt does not trust his new abilities and the pair set out to find the reason for the chaos newly interwoven in Jaskier's words and music. Along the way, they find more than they bargained for and make some discoveries.

Notes :

This is just as amazing as the summary makes it sound. Jaskier the bard becomes A Bard because of some very divine intervention. Geralt is shooketh and it's pretty funny. There is more angst in here than what you would think but not enough so that this isn't clearly a comedy. Jaskier is very intrigued about his new found otherness and it does actually delve in pretty deep about the the Bard class and some things that often go over looked. Can't really get into it further without spoilers but I greatly encourage you to read it.

[hedwig221b]

Hedwig I NEED to know…have you ever considered doing a Witcher AU? I am a firm believer that Geralt and Jaskier are just Sterek in a medieval font and I will DIE BY THIS!! Big broody monster hunter, strong, closed off, handsome but despised by all others- loud mouth, doe eyed bard who falls in love at first sight and writes endless ballads about their wolf companion, forcing the world to see them in a new light- who praises and flirts with them at every turn. Geralt is possessive, and growly, Jaskier is witty and sarcastic, and oh so flirtatious- pls god I beg of you to consider this- or even just to read some geraskier fics if you haven’t before! THEYRE SO DELICIOUS HEDWIG I BEG OF YOU

HONEY BABY SWEETHEART I know nothing about the Witcher, like absolute zero besides the gifs I've seen of Henry Cavill lol

They do sound like sterek in a medieval font but I'm afraid, I won't do it justice...

[some-october-in-the-future]

my ao3 bookmarks collection is so vast at this point I think I need to make some fic rec lists on this site. I rely on the rec lists of others so heavily it’s time to give back to the community. stay tuned!

Edit: find my Geraskier recs here!

[someofusarequeer]

I have a request for fanfic recs plsssss

I'm looking for all of your best sex worker fics, any of the forms, sugar baby/prostitute/stripper/camming etc.

Really I'm looking for angst, hurt/comfort, growth and happy ending, and a few of my faves have been involving sex work, so I'm looking to open a few wounds w some new fics.

I'm tagging the fandoms and ships I usually read, though I do read fandom blind so don't be afraid to rec any others you have!

[gabetheunknown]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Jaskier | Dandelion & Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Jaskier | Dandelion & Shani Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Shani (The Witcher), Rience (The Witcher), Essi Daven, Sabrina Glevissig, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Student/Teacher, Oxenfurt Academy (The Witcher), Age Difference, Professor Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, College Student Jaskier | Dandelion, No beta we die like Henry Cavill's career Summary:

Jaskier recently started living on campus at Oxenfurt University. Studying liberal arts is his first step in becoming an artist. He struggles, not with his work, grade-wise, but concentrating has never proved harder when he sees his history professor for the first time.

Geralt soon finds out that this might be, in the few years he's been teaching at Oxenfurt, the smartest student he's ever taught. He's as annoyed as he is impressed.

Their bond grows when they set up a plan together to improve the academy's assessments.

Neither of them expect their lives to become so complicated in the span of only a few months.

[maul-of-shame]

Working on Chapter 2 of "Of Blood and Bone", a moodboard:

SHIT IS GETTING REAL CAPTAIN- XD

You can read the first chapter here of course!!

You don't need to know all of The Witcher's Lore to read it, I just transposed Sol, Yord, Osha, Sol and the others into this and I'm throwing canon off a cliff (because I don't have time for that)!

[cardierreh15]

Phoenix: Story of the Lost Fire Princess

What y’all think is about to happen?

**I do not allow anyone to repost or copy my work!!

Warnings 18+: He’s going to slut her out lol. Tipsy Geralt , Cursing , Smutty—Smut—Smut , Kissing , Licking , Fingering , , Praising Kink , Finger Sucking , Biting , M & F Orgasms , Doggy Style ( Mirror Sex ) , Standing & Deliver position .

Description: Phoenix gets warmed up Geralt in the in the most, worst (delicious) way possible.

Pairing: Geralt x Phoenix (Plus sized African American Woman)

Word Count: 3.0K

Chapter 6: Stand & Deliver

She was sitting in front of the broken mirror, brushing and detangling her wet curls. Her mind was playing over and over their little friendly scuffle today. She couldn’t help that came over her when she was around Geralt.

Phoenix squeezed her thick thighs together to cease the tormenting numbing in her core. She couldn’t stop thinking about the way he looked at her when he had her pinned down in that snow. How his warm breath managed to heat her entire face. He looked as if he wanted to kiss her, make love to her right in that spot and she was pretty sure they would have if they weren’t interrupted.

There was a shuffle outside of her chambers which caused her to jump out of her own head. Then a thud followed, hitting her door. Her eyebrows tugged together and she rushed over towards the side of her cot where her dagger lied hidden. Standing straight, her grip tight around the handle— she was ready to defend herself against a— too far gone— drunken Witcher if she needed.

The door had finally swung open, and Geralt stumbled in, leaning against the door to keep himself from collapsing. ‘Mmm!’

‘Geralt!?’ She placed her dagger on the vanity and rushed over to him where she was embraced by the strong smell of ale. ‘Uh! Gods, you are — drunk!’ She helped him to stand up straight, pressing her weight against his.

‘Not— drunk. Just tipsy is all.’

Well, his words were only slurred by a tad, and he seem to stare at her for long enough. ‘I can function.’ He carefully pushed her grip off of him. Geralt took a good look at her. His eyes roaming from her gorgeous features to her soft, supple cleavage.

Phoenix swallowed her spit, noticing how his eyes fell from her eyes, to her lips and now to her breasts. She tightened her legs together, hoping to the Gods he couldn’t smell the nectar forming at her womanhood. Clearing her throat, she smooth out her dress and asked, ‘Why are you here? Your room is down the hall.’

‘I couldn’t make it.’ He let out a sigh, his eyes finally meeting hers once again.

‘Hmm…’ she waited for a moment before continuing, ‘Do you need assistance?’

‘No. I’ve come to see you, princess.’ There was something behind his voice. Dark, haunting and wanting. It ran chills up her spine and it caused a lump to grow in her throat. Phoenix took a step back as she grew compelled to swallow her spit once again.

‘Well you see me now. What else?’

Geralt took a step forward, and then she backed up once more. A smirk curled on his lips as he sized her one more time. ‘You don’t have to be afraid of me.’

‘I’m not.’ Phoenix said backing up, her rump was met with the table top of the vanity.

‘Oh you’re not?’ He repeated amused as he finally stood in front of her.

‘Nope.’

‘You lie.’ He said, he lifted his hand, finger tips touching her sharp jawline, tracing down her neck to her soft cleavage. Geralt then leaned into her neck and inhaled deeply, ‘I can smell you from downstairs…’

She shuddered, her head barely moving but her eyes glanced down at him. She felt as if the world was sitting on her chest right now. Yes, it was true she adored him but they were alone… again.

‘You smell… so good.’ His pointy nose softly nuzzled against her skin, right until it met hers. Phoenix stared up at him and a sunken glare reflected in her brown hues.

‘Cedar wood… and lavender.’ She said softly.

‘You know there are sleeping properties in lavender?’

‘Mmm.’ She hummed with a smirk, raising a brow at him. Phoenix never took her eyes off of him.

‘Were you getting ready for bed?’ He asked, his finger tips brushing to the side of her neck and the back of her head where his fingers intertwined with her tight coils.

‘Perhaps.’ She whispered softly, her tongue sticking out to lick at her achy lips.

‘Mmm.’ His eyes finally looked down at her lips again, ‘maybe you can stay up a little longer for me?’

Geralt closed the space between them tighter, his broad abdomen pressed against hers. His head fell to the side gently; leaning down slowly while gauging her reaction.

Phoenix’s lips parted only a small bit as she geared herself up for what was about to occur. Closing her eyes, she leaned in the rest of the way and allowed Geralt to wrap his surprisingly soft lips around hers.

His tongue grazed her lips before he invaded her mouth with it. And she didn’t back down, she allowed his thick, saliva coated tongue to dance around in the privacy of her mouth. He tasted of pumpkin ale; rare to find around this time of the year because everyone had their hands on it.

And by Gods! He tasted so fine.

‘Mmmm!’ She moaned as she lifted her hands and ran her fingers through his white locks. The kiss had only became deeper and the longer they kiss, the more anxious the both of them grew. Her underlings began to soak with her own nectar, while he became as hard as a boulder.

Geralt reached behind her as they kissed and squeezed her soft ass in his palms before he effortlessly picked her up and sat her on the vanity top.

That was the moment that would shift the direction of the night.

He pulled away from her lips, opening his eyes but his forehead still rested against hers and the tip of his nose rested against her cheek. He wanted to smell her up close and personal.

Phoenix heart rammed in her chest as she felt his cool hands reach beneath her night gown. He wrapped his fingers around the hips of her underlings and tug them down with the help of her kicking them off. Spreading her thighs she watched him drop her undergarments to the floor and reach beneath the thin fabric.

His dainty fingertips slowly, teasingly, made their way up her warm thigh, gently caressing the inner before his middle finger and index was met with her precious gem.

Phoenix’s mouth fell as her eyebrows tugged together. She never felt so… good before and he was barely touching her.

Geralt began to gently circle it, lathering her own deliciously juices over her numb.

‘O-oh.’ She moaned out in a studded. Her body grew numb with desire and her nipples hardened against her dress. She could feel her heart beat picking up even quicker than before! ‘Geralt…’ she moaned softly as her head fell back against the mirror, ‘What are we doing?’ She moaned delightfully.

‘Shhhh. Just relax.’ He said before carefully sinking his fingers within her slick core.

Phoenix’s mouth fell open as a that pleasure coerced through her warm veins like icy cold water. It was a shock to her. And damn it felt good. She leaned her hands back on the vanity table top, giving herself some stability before she had nothing to hang on to.

Curling his thick fingers upward, he massaged and kneaded at that soft sponge within her.

‘Uggggghhhh, fuck!’ Phoenix’s head fell forward, watching Geralt’s hidden hand go to work on her beneath her skirt. Geralt leaned in, peppering small kisses on her cheek and neck as he allowed her to take all of this in. Pretty soon, he’d have our poor girl folded up into a pretzel.

‘Mmmm yes! D-don’t—‘ her brown eyes glanced up towards him in a pleading glare, ‘Please…’ she begged.

Geralt gave her a dark chuckle, ‘As you wish.’ And he rubbed that spot harder, faster to enhance the sensation.

‘Aaaahh!’ She called out, her toes curling as she now gripped the edges of the vanity. ‘YES!’ Her eyes filled with thick blissful tears and with one blink, those tears fell down her brown cheeks. ‘Ahhhh!’ Her body rattled as it tried to comprehend this foreign feeling. It had been sometime since she was like this one someone. 10 years to be exact with some low ranking knight from Redania. It was her first and last time then.

Phoenix panted heavily, tiredly as she tried to recover but her mouth was met with his fingers; coated in her own cum. She closed her lips, sucking at his fingers as her dilated pupils stared into his golden ones. ‘Good?’ He asked lowly. She gave him a nod before he pulled his hand away and shoved her sleeves off of her shoulders.

Geralt placed a open mouth kiss on her shoulder, then the nape of her neck, then a suck at her earlobe; which earned him a giggle from the princess. And again their lips met. She reached down and began to undo his trousers.

She curled her fingers around the hem of his pants and gently tugged them down. And she didn’t dare look down. She didn’t want to have second thoughts or be scared off. But she knew by the way he carried himself, he was most certainly packing.

He pulled away to look down at her before he pulled the cleavage of her dress down to her waist; exposing her pretty, full breasts. Goosebumps covered her shoulders and breasts, and a shudder rattled her body. ‘Oof!’ She giggled softly. ‘Cold.’ Her chocolate kisses for nipples hardened at the cool air.

‘Well allow me to warm you up.’ He said softly as he stroked his massive hard on. It was then when she made the mistake of looking down. She knew it! He was huge! Her eyes grew at the sight and before she could say, ‘Wait!’ His pretty mushroom cloud tip slipped right into her tight little slit.

A sharp gasp escaped her pretty full lips, and her mouth fell into a “o” shape shortly after. Her gorgeous brown eyes flickered from his disappearing cock, up to his bright golden eyes.

‘Uhhhh,’ Geralt groaned as he stared back into hers. He just kept sinking and sinking until he couldn’t go anymore. ‘Fuck.’

She reached up to him and pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. Then, she grabbed his face and brought him into another world shattering kiss. Geralt began to thrust his hips forward, slowly and gently. By how tight she was, it would be safe to take it slow at first.

Her head fell back against mirror once more as her tight walls began to adjust and accommodate his size, ‘Oh. Gods, that feels—‘ she was in a world of euphoria! It felt like even for a bit, everything was OK… she was with him and she felt so safe.

‘How’s it feel, princess? Talk to me.’ He whispered before sticking his tongue out and licking the nape of her neck before placing another hot kiss there.

‘Aah!’ She moaned, closing her eyes, ‘So.. Good.’

Suddenly, Geralt’s hips began to quicken. Her breathing had become hitched and she began to feel a unfamiliar sensation build up slowly. It kind of felt like her previous orgasm with his finger but this felt… different. The last one brew in the pit of her stomach but this one… was well down in her soul.

Phoenix’s head grew warm as her mind tried to process all of his. Also, partially cause this pleasure seem to be stealing the air from her lungs. Her hand slipped behind him and cupped his muscular ass before her nails dug into his slightly dampened flesh.

Geralt lifted her leg and hooked it over his forearm. He brought her closer than before and started ramming his cock within her deeper, and faster. ‘Mmm! Uggh, so fucking tight! How warm are you feeling now?’

‘Oooh! So, warm. Oh, Geralt! Don’t stop!’

Poor Cirilla, she knew that if the poor girl was not sleeping, she would hear her loud and clear. But, she knew the more this carried on, she probably would be awakened.

Her breasts bounced with every thrust, Geralt’s muscles tensed and flexed with every movement. And by Gods, the man was relentless! He didn’t let up on her. She did her damndest to be quiet but when he made it clear how good he felt to her, her moans became more constant and got louder by the minute.

Her mouth fell open once again, feeling her temperature rise out of control. The knot in her lower belly grew tighter and her walls held on to his throbbing member snugged. ‘Ugh!’ She let out a harsh moan. She was close, yet it seem so far.

‘Yeah? Come on, love— scream for me?’

‘N—no!’ She didn’t want to disturb the stones in the walls, otherwise Kaer Morhen would collapse with them inside! Plus, his brothers won’t ever let her live it down. And that was her biggest fear.

‘Do it,’ he demanded, grabbing her chin as his other hand gripped at the back of her head. He quickened his hips, ‘Do it for me.’

She didn’t have the strength to argue anymore, her face contorted and folded into something more angelic and pretty as she let her intense orgasm take hold of her, ‘AUUUUGHHH! UGGHH! FUCK— YES. GERALT!’ She called out with her thighs trembling.

‘Good… gooood fucking girl.’ He praised, sticking his fingers back into her mouth. And she bit right into them as she did her best to come down from her high. Moaning against his fingers, she kept her eyes on him; watching as his face molded into something different too.

Between her angelic moans and sobs; Geralt’s seducing groans and grunts, they made beautiful music together. He’d build her up over and over again just to crumble her down once again. Every time just seem to be different from the last. From the way she sounded to the way she felt inside.

He was thinking of different ways to please her and be spontaneous… but then he thought of something that knew would surely get the job done for the both of them.

Pulling his hips away, he gave her a gentle kiss and pulled her down from the vanity table top. ‘Turn around…‘

Confused as to what was happening, she raised a brow and did as he asked. Gently lifting up her right leg and placing her knee on the top, she immediately got the gist of what he wanted. Her tummy tensed with excitement and now she couldn’t control her smiling.

He placed his large hand at the small of her back, gently bending her over a little and admired her big, rounded, dimpled bottom. So cute. Landing a smack across it, Phoenix jumped snd giggled. And again, he took hold of his member and kissed her sticky slit with the tip of his cock. With a hard thrust, he howled in pure delight. ‘URGH! Fuck! I can never get tired of that.’ He chuckled before he started thrusting forward once again.

With this new angle, she felt like she felt everything in a different way. It was like he discovered new depths within her and by the Gods, she had never felt so good in her life.

Geralt held on to her, resting his large hands on her hips and gripped them for stability. ‘Look,’ he said, ‘Look how fucking beautiful you are in the mirror princess. Watch yourself take me like a good fucking girl you are.’

Phoenix looked before her in that partially destroyed mirror and a feeling of pride overcame her. She felt beautiful, wanted, powerful that she could make a Witcher feel so good like this. ‘Ugggh fuck me!’ She begged, holding the edge of the vanity once again as he rammed into her harder and faster before. ‘Ohhhh! I’m gonna fucking come!’ She announced as her standing leg grew weak.

Geralt’s heavy balls slapped and abused her erected clit before he reached down between her delicious thighs and started toying with it. ‘Hmm? You’re gonna come? Come on princess, I know you can do it.’

The surprising sensation caused her head to fall back against his chest and she looked up at him with pleading, wet eyes. ‘Please don’t stop!’

Geralt looked down at her with a sinister smirk, ‘Oh I’m not.’ He flicked at her nub faster, watching as the sensation began to take over her body once again. She was dancing against him, wiggling her hips as she tried to process how to handle it. ‘Don’t hold it in, love. Let it out.’ He pounded faster.

‘Haaa,’ she moaned out once, ‘HAAA!’ Almost there.

‘HAAAAAAA!’

The sudden outburst caused the mirror to vibrate then shatter into pieces. Unfazed by this destruction, Geralt was more than proud and could also feel his own orgasm lurking by.

His thrusts became sporadic and uneven with rhythm. ‘Ugh, shit. I’m almost there mama.’

Mama… how cute.

‘Fuuuuck, you feel so fucking good!’ He called out through his gritted teeth.

Even with the continuing pleasure that Geralt was delivering, poor Phoenix was just too tired and her voice was too hoarse to moan any more. ‘Oh fucking hell…’ he groaned, his sweet lips falling open as his heavy balls tightened. ‘GRRRRR!’ And he shoved his manhood deep within her. His member throbbed, ribbons of his nut painted her walls. ‘Aahh. Damn.’ He groaned one final time before pulling out of her completely.

Phoenix sighed tiredly yet satisfied more than anything. She brought her leg down off of the countertop and she felt a healthy flow of his seed dripping down her inner thigh. ‘Dear…’ she looked down and then back up at him. ‘How long have you—‘

‘It’s been awhile princess…’ he yawned and kicked off his boots and trousers off of his feet and ankles.

Well, it’s been awhile for her too. She gave him a sweet smile and her head fell to the side, looking at the bed. ‘Bedtime?’

Geralt smirked, ‘Bedtime.’ He repeated and the both of them crawled into her bed. Geralt wrapped his large arms around her, tried to warm her up as much as possible. ‘You can rest now princess… I’m here.’

That’s all she wanted. Forever.

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Chaotic Fanfic Recommendation <3

Do you wanna read about a bard with no self preservation skills with a band of emotionally constipated wolf guys? What about platonic relationships that melt you to your absolute core? Screaming at your phone cause God will you please kiss and tell each other your big emotions?

Then I have an amazing fanfic for you, my guy. This "the way in which you talk to me (have me wishing I were gone)" by Livesinbooks. This a story of non-human Jaskier making up with Geralt after you know that and taking him to Kaer Morhen and meeting all the witchers. Then, it builds apon these relationships in stuff a fun way for the characters and the dynamics, my god the dynamics. This is such a fun story that grows and keeps you wanting more. This is about finding love in all its different forms and how to communicate in these relationships. If you have a general understand of The Witcher then you will love this canon divergence. The Geraskier is so yummy, finger licking good yummy. Jaskier is especially is most chaotic and brings everyone down with him and they find out they love his company and want geralt to lock this shit down cause Jaskier is so fluffy and good. With Ciri in this, Jaskier is already making himself #1 dad and Ciri loves it. Then, Yennefer is her badass self. The plot was not put to the side, and it entwines nicely with the characters and helps with the growth of their relationships. It feels like the author loves these characters and wants the best for them, so you. Should. Read. This. Please

Now Bob with the stats:

This fic comes in at 41,950 words with 4 chapters. It has 152 comments with 1,530 kudos. It sits at a nice 284 bookmarks and 16,766 hits

My note on the fic was:

Jaskier, non human being: I will just live my life singing and enjoying nice people

Geralt, a man that hunts non human beings and is not nice: *exists*

Jaskier: look at that the love of my life

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[blooms-in-april]

“What would you say, Geralt,” Jaskier said. “If I told you I knew your destiny? If I told you why you had been born on this earth?”

Geralt’s head throbs. He’s too drunk to be having this conversation.

“I’d say you were full of shit.” Geralt says. “And drunk off your ass.”

“I’m not drunk, Geralt.” Jaskier says. “You are.”

The stars swim behind Jaskier, and if Geralt tilts his head to the side, it looks like the bard is swimming among them. Geralt would laugh, but Jaskier’s face is so strange, so serious, he cannot laugh.

“Why was I born, Jaskier?” he asks, and in that question rings out every agonizing question of his life. Why was I given up, why did I survive, why did I do that, why am I here?

Why, Jaskier, tell me why.

Jaskier looks into the fire. “I don’t know about the big things. The huge important reasons that warrant names like Fate and Destiny. I couldn’t tell you about the purple eyed bitch, or the child surprise, or Blaviken. And that’s all you want to know about , isn’t it? But I know why you were born.”

Jaskier looks him in the eyes, voice low and almost grieved.

"You were born to love horses, Geralt. You were born to avoid conversations, because you’re a socially awkward bastard under it all. You were born to get involved in problems that aren’t yours, because you can’t help yourself. You were born to hate portals and adore long hot baths.”

Jaskier took a deep breath and said. “You were born to walk down a dirt road on a sunny morning and without even noticing it, crush a dandelion under your heel.”

“And it’s such a small thing, a nothing, a non-issue to you. But Geralt- that flower blooms and grows and blossoms to be crushed by you. That was its destiny. You were its destiny.”

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[thisstupidrock]

"Cahir Mawr Dyffryn Aep Ceallach was loyal and that had been the end of his career after sustaining an injury in defense of his Emperor. When a treaty was brokered through marriage to one of the Wolf Lord's council the choice of Nilfgaard's sacrifice was clear.

"Sometimes the path you walked was not the one you would have chosen and the path you choose is never the one you would have thought to walk."

"The Sun Was An Okay Guide" by Faetailty

I love this story! It's written soo wonderfully and I revisit it often (like several times a week). Give it a go!!!