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[sl33pyperson]

i simply want darcel to burn from their own lack of taking things as far as they possibly can and everything in their failed ambition biting them back

[jaskiersvalley]

Ok look, whenever i think that i finished reading all of ur ficlets, an old one will come up, and im left to wonder if i actually read everything. I think ive scrolled for about a week now and still not sure if ive read everything. In all seriousness tho, i love ur writings so much. I hope u kee writing bcs damn

Sometimes I think back to this ask and wonder whether you have managed to read everything or if there’s still some surprises in stock for you. I really hope that, no matter where you got to, you’ve continued enjoying the stories you find.

Today, I have something a little less usual to offer. It’s Gersakier but Geralt isn’t interested in sex, however he loves indulging Jaskier and also watching. So...have some Jaskier/Cahir with voyeur Geralt.

Mead, Weed and a Place to Breed

Novigrad was one of the last places on the continent where anyone could have a drink and not be harassed for merely existing. It was why Geralt liked it, Jaskier loved it for the simple fact that there was no judgement about practically anything. Sure, murder was frowned upon but that was only to be expected. However, he could sit on Geralt’s lap and eye fellow patrons up.

“Someone caught your eye, Buttercup?” Geralt asked, a hand rubbing over Jaskier’s thigh. He was into his third tankard of mead while Jaskier was still nursing his first goblet of wine.

“Mhm,” Jaskier sipped his drink, eyes fixed to a corner of the room. “In that dark corner, not brooding as pretty as you but comes a close second. Maybe third if Eskel would actually brood.”

Following his gaze, Geralt nodded appreciatively, Jaskier always did manage to find people who danced the line between pretty and rugged. This man was no different, Nilfgaardian armour, high cheekbones and the hints of a frowning pout. Absolutely the kind of person Jaskier favoured.

“Will you approach him?”

In reply, Jaskier hopped up and sashayed across the room, easily perching on on the startled man’s lap. Geralt knew exactly when Jaskier laid out his offer because the man’s eyes darted up to him, darkening with lust. It seemed that Jaskier had done it again.

Sure enough, not three minutes later they were emptying their drinks and Geralt took it as a cue to do the same. As he put his tankard down, he watched Jaskier lead the man by the hand towards him.

“Geralt, this is Cahir.” He introduced. “Cahir, Geralt, he’s my witcher and he likes to watch.”

“I have no problem with an audience.” It was exactly what Geralt liked to hear. “You got a room, Dandelion?”

The nickname didn’t even elicit a jealous frown from Geralt. He called Jaskier his Buttercup, most people called him Jaskier, and a few, rare partners were allowed Dandelion. It must have meant Cahir said or did the right thing to earn the right. This just made Geralt’s interest pique more.

They walked to the back of the tavern, to the rooms that could be bought for a night or two. Jaskier had managed to get one that wasn’t an absolute shit hole, it had a decent sized bed and a table with two chairs. There was just enough room to put the chair against the wall and watch what happened on the bed from a comfortable distance.

That was the thing. Geralt had absolutely zero desire to be the one on the bed. Sex didn’t appeal to him, he physically could enjoy it but mentally it was more of a chore than anything else. It was a sharp contrast to Jaskier who was happiest when his legs were spread or his mouth was full. After a few lacklustre rolls in a bed or by a campfire, they had agreed that it just wasn’t working. Well, not physically anyway. Because they still adored each other, Geralt loved being able to cuddle and touch without Jaskier flinching away. Meanwhile, Jaskier absolutely doted on Geralt, fussed over his every whim and need. They made each other happy even if they weren’t a conventional couple. Especially when it came to matters of the bedroom. Geralt had seen how Jaskier held back, tried to curb his physical needs because he was devoted to Geralt. It had led to a few conversations and the agreement that Jaskier could have anyone he wanted as long as Geralt could watch. Because Geralt loved watching Jaskier mindless with pleasure, it was so much better to see him rather than miss half his reactions because he was too busy trying to coax them from him.

In the room, no time was wasted being coy. Jaskier all but raced Cahir to get naked and on the bed first. It made Geralt smile fondly at his antics, always knowing exactly what he wanted and how. Jaskier was not shy in bed.

Sitting back, Geralt watched as the two knelt on the bed, facing each other. The kisses were heated, Jaskier seemingly yielding but only in that he encouraged Cahir to lick between his parted lips, coaxing him into something deeper and filthier.

Sometimes a bed partner might keep glancing to Geralt, wondering whether he was joining in, almost fearful of it. Thankfully, Cahir seemed to have no such worries about having a witcher watch him get it on with his boyfriend. Instead, he actually appeared to relish the audience, hands roaming and feeling Jaskier’s muscles, resting to frame them before moving on. Such a show was most definitely appreciated by Geralt.

Not that Jaskier was lying back and letting Cahir do all the work. He was mouthing against any skin he found, hand teasing along Cahir’s shaft, humming in pleasure at what he found.

“I want you to fuck me. Show me what they teach you in Nilfgaard.” His eyes were fixed on Cahir as he spoke. “Fuck the air from my lungs and fill me with your come.”

Some slick was pressed into Cahir’s hands and he didn’t hesitate in working Jaskier open. There was something especially pleasing about watching Jaskier’s mouth fall open, especially when Cahir took his cock between his lips. The way Jaskier’s muscles flexed as he rocked down on the fingers opening him up before pushing up into Cahir’s mouth. Geralt watched with contentment, knowing that Jaskier was getting everything he wanted.

“If you don’t get your dick in me, I will come down your throat and leave you hanging,” Jaskier growled, wriggling impatiently.

Thankfully, Cahir seemed to take it in good spirit and pulled away laughing, patting Jaskier on the thigh for good measure. “Whatever your lordship demands.”

“Damn right. Did I tell you I’m a viscount?”

Still grinning, Cahir rearranged them a little, Jaskier on his back, near the edge of the bed, his legs thrown over Cahir’s shoulders. It was a testament to how flexible Jaskier was, something that had Geralt surprised at times too.

As soon as Cahir pushed into him, Jaskier was making demands again, “Put those muscles to use, go harder.”

Incredibly, rather object, Cahir obeyed which had Jaskier crooning. “I could feel you twitch. You like it when I boss you around. Tell you to go faster-” he broke off with a groan as Cahir pressed forward, almost bending him in half, “-oh fuck, that’s it. Knew you would be good.”

Tipping his head back, it dangled off the edge of the bed so Jaskier could wink at Geralt before his lips formed an ‘oh’ of surprise.

“That right there. Do it again!”

As asked, Cahir repeated the motion but slower, rolling his hips deep and Jaskier arched. “Fucking faster! Don’t you dare slow down now.”

Huffing in entertainment, Cahir did as told. “As the little lordling wishes.”

Geralt could see the flush spreading down Jaskier’s neck and chest. Sweat made him glisten and Cahir was not much different either. They made for a very pretty picture, Jaskier bossy and demanding Cahir fuck him properly. The sound of skin on skin, the smell of it all, it wasn’t as offensive to Geralt when he wasn’t in the midst of it all. Plus, he got to watch as Cahir’s muscles started to shake from the exertion, Jaskier’s voice broke as he barked for more.

Sitting back, Geralt smiled as Jaskier’s hand wound into Cahir’s hair and pulled, their kiss more of a messy exchange of panted breaths than anything else. Something about the whole scene had Geralt slouching in his chair, legs falling open. It was quite the view, watching Cahir fuck his boyfriend quite so thoroughly.

“Right there. Fuck!” Jaskier was teetering on the edge and Geralt could happily appreciate how Cahir had been holding back until he was certain Jaskier was right there with him. As Jaskier came, he tipped his head back to lazily grin at Geralt, making sure he was still okay with things.

Most surprisingly, Cahir wasn’t pulling out and rushing out as soon as he was done. Instead, he kissed playfully along Jaskier’s jaw, nosing along his cheek with a smile.

“You okay there?”

It was the kind of care Geralt so rarely witnessed from Jaskier’s lovers, who were too eager the leave the presence of a witcher once they’d had their fun. Yet there was no jealousy as Jaskier turned his attention back to Cahir with a wide, lopsided smile and tugged at the hair that fell forward.

“More than.”

A few more kisses were exchanged before Cahir moved, helping Jaskier ease his legs down and giving them a quick rub.

“Guess this is where I bid you both a good night,” he said, wiping himself down with a cloth from the washbowl.

“You know,” Jaskier drawled, shamelessly sprawled on the bed still, “if we’re ever in Nilfgaard, I would love to look you up again.”

Cahir shook his head. “You’ll never find me there. Try Vicovaro. I’m heading back home.”

He was mostly dressed and Geralt didn’t miss the pout on Jaskier’s face. It was obvious that he had found a playmate he wasn’t done with yet. Maybe Geralt could see about taking a few contracts as far as Vicovaro.

“And if we were there, how would we find you?” Geralt asked, giving his permission for there to be more between his boyfriend and Cahir. “I doubt if I asked around, I could find you on a first name only.”

Cahir’s hand was on the latch to the door, ready to leave. He turned with a cheeky grin. “Just ask for the count.” Stepping out of the door, he turned with one final nod. “Witcher. Viscount.”

And like that, he was gone. Jaskier dropped his head back to the bed with a groan.

“I can’t believe he outranked me.”

Geralt snorted and settled on the bed, opening up an arm for Jaskier to snuggle in. He still smelled of another man and sex but that was okay.

“I think he outranked you in more than just title,” he teased and got a halfhearted smack to the arm for it. They both knew he was right and Jaskier was going to be demanding more. Nothing for it, Geralt was just going to have to find a contract he couldn’t refuse in Vicovaro. Maybe he could even find a contract to escort a count home, it was a dangerous road to travel after all.

[themusicenthusiast]

Saturday, June 9th, 2018 – Entertainment and Hilarity Ensues as Bowling for Soup Notches Another Year, Marking Their 24th Birthday with a Gig at Arlington’s Levitt Pavilion

The Levitt Pavilion was having one of its biggest weekends of the year. The Downtown Arlington Music Fest was taking place across downtown Arlington (obviously), which allows the Levitt to bring in some high caliber talent -- surpassing the already respectable grade of artists that can be seen at the venue on a weekly basis throughout the summer and the fall. This year they had tapped some notable talent of various genres from the Lone Star State (and in some cases, beyond), with the show on this particular Saturday night by far being the biggest of the weekend. For it was on this Saturday night that the Levitt was bringing Bowling for Soup back to Arlington; and no BFS fan could turn down a free show from the group, especially since this one was essentially ushering in their 24th year as a band. The Levitt has hosted some big shows over the years and out of the ones that I have attended the one this night seemed to surpass them all. Standing room is typically plentiful in front of the stage, but not for this show. Die-hard fans were clustered around it, anxiously awaiting Bowling for Soup; people in lawn chairs being set up directly behind them. I’m not sure how those seated at the immediate front could even see with everyone standing in front of them; the usual sea of lawn chairs and some blankets stretching as far back as possible. Attendees were packed in as tightly as could be, navigating the walkways around the little park area even being a difficult task as more patrons poured in in anticipation of the rock/comedy show that would unfold.

The quartet took the stage to roaring fanfare, their intro song playing over the PA system. Or at least part of it. “Who’s seen us since I got fat?!” That was the greeting that Jaret Reddick extended to everyone, welcoming the loyal fans back to the show, while promising new spectators – particularly those who had brought their children out – that they had no reason to worry, as he would not be eating their kids. It was hilarious, being the brand of humor fans have come to expect from these guys, Reddick establishing right off the bat that everything had potential to be a joke, themselves certainly included. His attention soon turned to that disappointing intro, and since they did have technical issues that caused it to mess up, he asked everyone if it would be okay if they got a mulligan. Everyone was game. “…Act like we haven’t been out yet,” Reddick stated as he, lead guitarist Chris Burney, drummer Gary Wiseman and bassist Erik Chandler headed backstage, disappearing from sight. The second time was a charm, the intro going off without a hitch and playing to completion, the musicians emerging as it neared the end. “It is great to see you for the first time tonight!!” Reddick excitedly declared. Collectively they had only been on stage for a couple minutes or so, yet they already had everyone cracking up, some even near tears. And they were just warming up. However, as much as they enjoy making people laugh, they’re equally as passionate about playing music and it was time the self-proclaimed “greatest band that’s ever lived” play a song, getting their 92-minute long set underway at 8:37. It was a show comprised largely of all the hits, several of them coming in succession at the start, beginning with “Almost”, much to the elation of the throng of spectators. Joyous as could be, it was made into a sing-along, fans chiming in all throughout the infectious tune; and in typical BFS fashion it cut out towards the end. “That’s not the end of the song, I’m just enjoying the breeze from this fan,” Reddick stressed to everyone before introducing “Erik from Whitesnake”. “I wish I was in Whitesnake,” the bassist quipped. “Then I’d have some of that ‘Here I Go Again’ money…” he replied, their entertaining banter with one another persisting for a bit before they jumped back into the song and finished it off. This was an all-ages show and one with plenty of young kids running about, and while Bowling for Soup may never be too raunchy (well, at least not in most situations) they do still push their jokes to the limits. The four of them had to tread lightly this night, though. The few songs they did whose lyrics included four-letter words or variations on them were changed to something non-offensive, and in setting up their second song Reddick noted it was about an ex-girlfriend of his. And ex who unfortunately couldn’t be there because, in his words, she was busy giving everyone “STD’s”. One could tell that he wanted to elaborate further, yet he restrained himself, getting his point across by using that one term; “Emily” further winning over the adoring fans. Getting back to the discretion that they had to use during this gig, it became even more evident come the next break. “Foot rubs” was not the primary thing that Burney wanted to say Chandler would be giving out after the show, but he settled for it. Chandler even took it to the limits, saying that while that was true, he would be checking not only people’s cleanliness (understandable) but also their ID’s (for a foot rub?). The laughs just kept coming as Reddick called attention to and owned the fact that he was sporting his own bands t-shirt. A “23” largely printed on it, he used that moment to call attention to the fact that they no longer were twenty-three, having turned twenty-four earlier in the week. That and the fact that they were having a “fire sale” in an attempt to get rid of those shirts. “…If you want to celebrate our birthday from last year…” was his epic pitch. They then busted out another timeless classic of theirs, “Ohio (Come Back to Texas)” teeming with all of the hallmarks that make it such a stupendous live song. That includes the almost mandatory raised hands, spirit fingers and jazz hands at the bridge. “If the person next to you doesn’t have their hands in the air it’s because they hate fun… or because they have no arms, which is totally acceptable,” Reddick commented before leading the audience members in that blissful moment of unity. They had a surprise to add to the mix this time around, though. Regretfully, I hadn’t been able to get there in time to catch Not Ur Girlfrenz, who had opened the show there at the Levitt and earned nothing but praise from first-time listeners who were instantly taken by the young group. As “Ohio…” neared the end those three girls, Liv Haynes, Maren Alford, and Gigi Haynes returned to the stage and assumed the roles of singer and guitarist, drummer and bassist, respectively. They brought the song home, keeping it true but also adding their own little flare to it, the Haynes sisters even doing an impeccably timed jump off the drum riser in the closing moments. “…We are getting older and have to take frequent breaks…” Reddick joked upon reclaiming the stage, the four of them discussing what an awesome job Not Ur Girlfrenz – a band whom BFS has taken under their wing – had just done. That included marveling at their synchronized jump, something they joked that if they were to do it would probably wind up breaking the stage. Reddick would soon comment on a pattern he had began to notice, questioning aloud why he had placed all the songs about exes at the start of the show. The first five tracks had that in common, but after that they started to drift into some other songwriting territory that they’ve explored, such as comparing the parallels between high school and the real world you get into after becoming an adult. “Tomorrow, people are going to ask you, ‘How was the Bowling for Soup show?’. And you’ll say, ‘You know, the usual. It was four guys pushing fifty singing about high school.’” Reddick’s assessment after “High School Never Ends” was brilliant and even fairly candid, Bowling for Soup having found their niche over the years and subsequently owning it, never truly outgrowing anything that they have written. They continued to find ways to carefully insert some of their edgier (for this show) banter, like when they were expressing their gratitude to the Levitt for having them out and doing so many great and free shows, mentioning the Barenaked Ladies gig there later this fall as part of the fundraiser event for the Levitt. “That’ll cost you…” Burney added before Reddick picked it back up, saying something to the effect that any time bare naked ladies are involved, it’s going to cost you either way. “…That joke was for the parents!” he declared proudly. “Specifically, the dad’s… or the angry wives.” All joking aside, “Turbulence” provided one of the most sincere and meaningful moments of the show. A cut off one of Bowling for Soup’s greatest records (2011’s Fishin' For Woos), it’s fantastic that it has managed to resonate so much with fans as well as the band who has chosen to make it a mainstay all of these years later. It’s a touching song about how life is all about perspective, and while it may be difficult and trying at times, it’s also an extraordinary adventure, stressing how you shouldn’t lose sight of that and to not let the bad times get you down. The traditional “musically enhanced photo opportunity” came during “Punk Rock 101”. “Just when you were thinking, ‘How could they get any better?’ they add choreography!” Reddick laughed before the four of them proceeded to stroll around the stage, arms around one another as they posed and made all sorts of faces for the fans who were snapping as many pictures as they possibly could. Before getting back to the track they even demonstrated why they may well be the greatest band in the world. They welcomed a young kid up on the stage so he could show off his shirt to everyone, a custom made one that called attention to this being his first time seeing Bowling for Soup. Nash even got a whole little comedy routine done about him for that, Reddick stating that with a name like that the kid was “set up for greatness”. It was those little moments, the genuine interactions with fans that help in making BFS so entertaining. Such as a little later on in the show when spur of the moment they signed an album someone held up at them, as well as some other memorabilia. Or even a Q & A they decided to do, answering whatever the fans came up with. “We play it in all of the states because we have all of the hits,” Reddick responded, answering a query of if they played “Ohio…” just in Texas or in other states as well. Someone even inquired what the singer/rhythm guitarist’s favorite song was to perform, which he promptly said was “Friends O' Mine”. That resulted in a seemingly off the cuff performance of that song, one Reddick said they hadn’t planned to do on this night, but since it was brought up, why not? And considering this was their birthday celebration show, it only felt right that they play that number that depicts their journey as a band and the deep bonds they’ve forged with one another, the song only growing more meaningful as more year’s pass. Winding down for the night, the four-piece rock outfit opted to end on a happier note, a couple of cheery, feelgood songs preceding their closing number. “Shut-Up And Smile” is the ultimate such tune, causing concertgoers to do as the chorus suggests, throwing their arms around their friends, slowly swaying from side to side as they let the sheer delight of that track wash over them. One of their biggest hits concluded the show, though they had yet to play their signature song, something no one was leaving without hearing. Burney, Chandler, Reddick and Wiseman decided to “cut out the middleman” as they phrased it, skipping the traditional method of doing an encore by staying out on stage, just sitting on the drum riser and taking in the sight of hundreds and hundreds of fans looking back at them. Soon, with one final mention of this having been their job for twenty-four years now, hammering home just how much they love it, they launched into their lone encore. “1985” ended the night perfectly, providing everyone with one last opportunity for a sing-along. One last moment of exhilaration, the truest fans cutting loose more than they had all night, relishing those final moments with what are possibly the purest group of entertainers in the realm of music. Sure, there are multiple aspects in which an artist or a band can be judged in that regard. That can include anything from showmanship to ferocity/intensity or the aura that the artist(s) can project, just to name a few. But truly, Bowling for Soup has to sit at the top of at least one such category; and they have only gotten better with age. As more time has passed Reddick, Chandler, Burney and Wiseman have only seemed to have become more down to earth. More casual and firmly aware that they are still able to do this because of the loyalty that their fans have shown them over the years. Because of that they strive to make each show a unique and memorable performance for everyone who might be in attendance. They were all about the fan interaction this night, not merely welcoming it but encouraging it; and while they definitely have fun and goof around they are quality live performers. As Bowling for Soup, they strike a nice balance of all of that, the quality of their musicianship and presence being undeniable, all while clearly playing by their own rules. They’re not concerned with being too serious, having as much of a blast performing on stage as they hope their fans are having in watching them. And it’s impossible not to. It doesn’t even matter how many BFS shows you might have seen. You can expect several off-the-cuff jokes that play off the environment they happen to be in and how things are playing out, though some of the banter has been used for years. Regardless, it’s still spectacular and elicits sidesplitting laughter, the delivery of the jokes being superb and further cultivating the vibe of them having a one-on-one conversation with every individual there. And it’s in that regard that Bowling for Soup is practically unrivaled. Even a show like this, out in the middle of downtown Arlington that a legion of fans and other spectators had turned out to still felt like an intimate experience as they knocked out most of the fan favorites and plenty of other gems as well. The show was everything every BFS fan could have wanted it to be, and it nicely ushered in this next chapter of their career, proving that they aren’t planning on going anywhere anytime soon. In all likelihood it will also be the best show of the Levitt’s summer concert season, this one being near impossible to top. Look for Bowling for Soup performing on select dates of the final Vans Warped Tour this summer. A complete listing of their upcoming shows can be found HERE; and from Drunk Dynasty on back, all of their releases can be found on iTUNES or GOOGLE PLAY. Set List: 1) “Almost” 2) “Emily” 3) “Ohio (Come Back to Texas)” 4) “Since We Broke Up” 5) “Life After Lisa” 6) “High School Never Ends” 7) "Today Is Gonna Be a Great Day" (Phineas and Ferb Theme Song) 8) “Turbulence” 9) “The Last Rock Show” 10) “Punk Rock 101” 11) "Stacy's Mom"(Fountains of Wayne cover) 12) “Two-Seater” 13) “Friends O' Mine” 14) “Belgium” 15) “Shut-Up And Smile” 16) “Girl All the Bad Guys Want” Encore 17) “1985”