#witcher omo

[chaos-monkeyy]

Hey I don’t know if you’re still writing for them but I just came across your Jaskier omo fic and I would love more of that if you ever have it in you

Sadly, there's not a high chance I'll get around to writing Jaskier / geraskier fic again, the show kinda lost me 🙈 But I'm really glad you liked them! 💙

And if you're on the hunt for more omo thirst trap Jaskier content, I can confirm that @d--dandelions has some excellent Witcher works on AO3 in that vein 🤤💦

[pomefiore-visitor]

note:

1. this is of Netflix!Jaskier and Radovid, not any other source. I definitely want to write for Book!Dandelion or Game!Dandelion eventually. But this is not that fic lol

2. i actually might make this into a fully fleshed out fic, just because i really liked this concept. i am not very into piss at all, so i went in a little blind writing for the kink. I would love some feedback on this <3.

FtM Radovid/Jaskier urophilia ficlet cw for piss (of course)

i do not consent to minor interaction, minors dni

Radovid was good at ignoring the signs his body would throw at him.

So good, in fact, that he would get stuck with the itching, crawling urge to piss. He ignored his desires in favor of addressing his court, playing house while his brother was away.

Of course the need to urinate was always on the back of his mind.

The young prince limped through lavish hallways, heels of his shoes clicking unevenly against beautiful marble floors, and yet still did not yield. “I’ll go after talking to Dandelion.” He promised to himself as his knees tightened waiting for the bard to arrive. Figures of importance came in and out, a stream of arrogant, pompous royalty that Radovid could not be bothered to entertain because Jaskier was still yet to arrive God damn it.

And yet he still did not yield. He would flash a smile and rub his hands down the front of his plush breeches, fingers digging into the fabric there. He was much too stubborn to go. Much too stubborn to miss his bards arrival as they discussed the fate of the lion cub of Cintra.

Pressure built in his abdomen like boiling water in a black kettle, and for the first time in several hours — Radovid yielded. He stepped out of the room and ran into a stuttered sprint towards the chamber pot. The young prince was full to bursting — piss dribbling out of his cunt and down his thighs, hardly noticeable on the outside of his clothes. It was almost as though Radovid could feel his urethra flutter with every movement, the weight of each step inched his bladder closer to release. Pebbles of pressure on his lower abdomen strung a cord tight, ready to coil and break at any moment as he made a beeline towards sweet release.

And then he walks straight first into Jaskier.

That is the incident that triggers a chain reaction. Walking smack first into his chest was the pair of shears that cut the taut wire. A beautiful, caring, and fiercely loyal pair of shears (not a spoon or a hammer, he was a proper pair thank you very much) — but shears all the same. Radovid grips onto the sleeves of Dandelion’s doublet like a vice, hot piss streaming down his legs. It’s painful, and the feeling of relief comes in bursts as Radovid whimpers against the bard’s chest (who was now cooing and comforting the prince by rubbing circles into his back, clearly unfazed by the humiliating display). It ruins the fine fabric of his clothes; expensive, handmade material soiled by the sticky stream of the prince’s urine.

As Radovid finishes pissing he sobs, finally relieved from stringing that line all day. He catches his breath, the acrid smell of urine in crushed velvet making his nostrils flair.

“You ought to take better care of yourself, Prince.” Jaskier begins above him, still holding him in his arms where Radovid slumped against his chest.

But he does not listen as Jaskier tangents off into how he will have to cover for the prince and bring him back to his chambers, how he should have been taking better care of himself and to listen to the signs that your body is giving you, Spoiled Highness. But Radovid is dazed, Princess Cirilla didn’t matter to him, his toy court didn’t matter to him. He shifted his sticky, syrupy thighs together and gripped at the fabric at Jaskier’s lapels. He needed to get used to yielding.

[d--dandelions]

wip check in time!! 🥳 thanks for the tag @chaos-monkeyy 💛 i haven't done one of these in a long time so i think i'm gonna go the route of sharing a handful of Things that i've actively been working on recently, most of which i don't think i've actually brought up... at all, ever 😂🙈 (and maybe this will force me to hold myself accountable and actually finish them 🙈) it's all witcher or witcher adjacent at the moment

practice makes perfect: actually a missing scene (or a few) from my big axii omo fic, i mentioned jaskier immediately wetting himself the first time they experimented with rapid desperation and this is. that time.

reluctant kink discovery: the immediate sequel to afternoon showers, wherein jaskier handles discovering he has a piss kink with the appropriate blend of despair and horniness XD mostly just Shenanigans

assisted watersports: vaguely based on a prompt i got ages ago, where jaskier is cursed to not be able to pee without geralt's help and kink discovery happens about it

radskier free use thing: actually an idea that hit me completely out of nowhere and then wouldn't leave me alone 🙈 it's all very porn logic but it's basically established radskier in a setting where jaskier occasionally gets brought out and fucked by anyone in radovid's court who feels like it (jaskier and i are both having fun with this one 🙈)

geraskier firewatch au: this is less a crossover and more of a fusion and less a fusion than me just blatantly stealing the setting and aesthetic of the game firewatch while ignoring pretty much all of the Plot and Themes XD 🙈 basically, geralt flees to the untamed wilderness of 1980s wyoming and he and jaskier talk via radio over the summer. it's an idea i've been picking at for ages now

thronebreaker stuff: all from the (lesser known and highly underrated) witcher game thronebreaker, i have a few vague concepts that can best be summed up as "meve/reynard/gascon threesome" "meve/rayla hatesex" and "meve/rayla public humilaition watersprots fic"

...and i think that's all the ones i've actually opened and worked on recently 🙈

[bi-aragorn]

WIP Tag Game... again

tagged by @jaskierswolf you absolute menace

Rules: Post the names of the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigued them and then post a snippet or tell them about it

As per the last time I did one of these, my WIP folder is a folder full of folders... which are in turn full of folders. I’ve not listed any Witcher ones this time because I’m not actively working on them, so are they really WIPs still?? 

Half of these just need editing but I’m a disaster. Anyway voila

Aragorn in lingerie

Cutting your own hair

Diego/ Lila domestic softness

Drunken Klaus ‘Dancing With Myself’

Klaus & Ben Platonic Cuddling

The Projection Fic

Polly doms the shit out of Oz

Scott/ Vicky making out

Sirius & muggle pleasures

trans diego topping

Vines crack fic

Shay angst / Lim slowburn

shaytham office porn

slutty shay

aimless mitchell/george/?annie

mitchell bar hookup

mitchell seeing reflection for first time in decades

person a learns person b cant swim

Uni AU

vampire porn innit

camp counsellor aralas

LOTR chat fic Uni AU

Modern au Boromir/ Aragorn

secret option no. 4

Prongsfoot porn

Sirius runs away

Sirius Praise Kink LEts Go

sirius/james/moony qpr

Trans Sirius

Band AU

Damien collared

damien/ polly

Ozmien friends shenanigans

ozmien fucking outdoors

horny trans oz

wire play!

Keith

A/B/O

Diego omo

Diego/Lila/Eudora Patch

High School AU bc Heartstopper happened

Klaus Diego long hair pulling needy switches

Kliego Club AU

Trans Diego/ NB Klaus

Hope you’re happy you fiend

Aaaaand I’ll taaaaag @dapandapod @kueble @kingeomer 

[jaskiers-lutkulele-of-sex]

Sending you kudos here instead of ao3 because oh my god that fic was. SO good...

I am Desperate (haha) for more Omo/ovi/emeto/scat in this fandom

ah, thanks very much!

there are some fandoms where it's like, yeah, i'd like more of this stuff, but I get why there's not much...

but Witcher is not one of those. I always expect there to be more of this kind of thing.

unfortch, i think more than a few blogs interested in this stuff have gone down thanks to nsfw bans, etc.

and then, with folks scattered to twitter etc also, tumblr isn't the hub it once was.

I am very certain I'll cycle back to the witcher again, but I've actually been on a stranger things kick this year, and that will probs be what goes up here next, for a bit, XD sorry!

[1000-niche-interests]

What I’ll Write

per the description, I mainly write sickfics, pretty much anything with hurt/comfort, and some mild whump. The blog is always open to requests unless I explicitly state otherwise or close the ask box! 

I’ll write anything with fevers (I am a SUCKER for fevers), coughs, nightmares, anxiety, general injuries (concussions, bruises, sprains), and general/hurt comfort. I’m not overly heavy on the whump but I will write stab wounds, broken bones, battle injuries, etc. though I don’t usually write whump without hurt/comfort to go with it unless specifically requested. I’m not really into sneezing but you can request it if you really want to.

I will NOT write:

Anything with minors

Emeto, scat, omo, anything in that area

Torture

Pet Whump

S/ui/ci/de

Smut (I’m not the writer for that I fear)

Incest

I’m open to requests for:

Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex (the Major, Motoko/Batou)

Trese (Alexandra Trese, tv show or comics based)

The Witcher Tales: Thronebreaker (Meve, Reynard, Gascon, any ship)

Bloodborne (Lady Maria. Gehrman/Maria is not my thing, but you can request a platonic pairing)

Castlevania anime (Trevor, Sypha, or Alucard, any ship)

Legend of Korra (Lin Beifong, Kyalin or Linumi)

Any of my ocs, to be detailed in a secondary post. 

I will also write general sickfic/injury headcanons, either for a specific character or, in Character A and Character B style. 

[halehavetogosometime]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion Additional Tags: Omorashi, that's it that's the fic, Established Relationship, eskel mention, coerced holding, it really is mostly desperation but there is a little, Wetting, Watersports, risk of public embaressment, Kink Discovery, Masturbation Summary:

Geralt and Jaskier are... Obliged to attend the debut of some noble's daughter. In hostile territory. where they do not trust a witcher to wander about. even if he just needs to "wander" to the privy. Really really badly.

An omo fic.

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Don't think i ever cross posted this one here, so now I have.

[limerental]

Um so I believe that Anon post on witchertrashbag was me,and I failed to track their response post so I DID NOT SEE THIS COMING but holy fuck you did that fic SO GOOD it's all the things that are great about loss of control AND I ALSO GOT HARDCORE INTO WITCHER BIOLOGY because it would make sense that his bladder is smth he ends up spending a lot of time uncomfortable over with the enhanced kidneys and the long hunts and potions and shit HOLY HELL THANK YOU SO MICH YOU DID IT SO WEELLLLL!!!!!!!!

Hell yeah!!  Glad you were able to find and enjoy it and that @witchertrashbag directed it my way.

Not to be deep but I’m very grateful to this cool little fandom for supporting and encouraging one another in these trying times. Even if it’s just going “I know the perfect bitch to write this obscure fetish”

[chaos-monkeyy]

Wip Titles Game!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thank you for the tag @chaniis-atlantis !! (it was.. awhile ago oops 🙈) I'm gonna do WIPs that aren't partially published yet... and uh, some are a lot more likely than others to eventually be finished and published 😶

Cassian/Brasso FWB

The rig - Magnus

Percy / Zanror

Embracing the unexpected

All the Ba'als

Lokius desk BJ

Lorne x Sheppard - john's first time

Teft and the two twinks

Janet / Jonas

Wax omo

ShepDex + Caldwell WS

camcest

Kevin meets a werewolf

witcher x AC crossover

Billy x Josh

Best part of the tour

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no-pressure tags: @cosmereplay @d--dandelions @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @starport-seven-five @might-be-a-lynx and literally anyone else who sees this and wants to do it!! or did it before and wants to do it again! 💙

[pinkatron]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20441498

Uh i have no excuse for this.... marking fic.... pay attention to the tags

[d--dandelions]

This could be a prompt, or not, but I just had to share the image of Jaskier watching Geralt dispatch monsters and like the SECOND the last one is dead, G just... stops and stands there. J is worried and scrambles out of hiding, rushes over- and finally sees G's face with the most blissful expression ever while he wets himself bc he'd been fucking *dying* to go, it wasn't gone wait and wtv he's washed worse from his clothes before.. and well maybe he did forget J would see him do it whoops 😏

😳😳 hnnnnnnng oh fuck yes that’s hot

Geralt’s just so absolutely full that even just getting his dick out would be too much of a delay, he must have been holding on with everything he had for the last stretch of the fight so that piss would have to feel amazing

he’d probably be so caught up in how good it feels that he barely even notices Jaskier’s watching and then, when he does, he probably couldn’t bring himself to be all that embarrassed because hey, it’s just piss, it happens

but Jask’s probably never seen him quite so.....helpless in the face of his own biology before so for him it’s a fucking sight. Geralt has this incredible bodily control and Jaskier’s probably seen him work through any amount of discomfort/pain before but here he is, completely at the mercy of his own bladder to the point where he can’t even keep his pants dry

FUCK what a visual 🔥🔥🔥

[grimm-hatte]

Hi so like welcome to my blog?

A few things first:

No minors are allowed so please leave if you are. I know this has the same energy as a sign stapled to the ceiling but I don't want any kids running around my lobby.

To anyone who's here to send hate:

Don't even bother. I just delete any and all hateful messages I receive. The only 'reaction' you'll get is making fun of you with my friends.

Now that that's out of the way, hello!

1. I mainly write yandere/dark content but fluff is fine too, just make a note of it in your request.

2. I also do yandere/dark platonic content if requested.

3. I write for many fandoms which I will list below. If yours isn't listed, you can totally send a message asking if I write for it.

4. I'm bad at nsfw but I will make an Attempt.

5. I can try character x character, but this is mainly a reader insert blog.

Rules:

1. I reserve the right the not complete any prompt if it doesn't feel right on a case by case basis.

2. Don't spam me with the same thing please.

3. Max three characters per request or it gets overwhelming.

4. I dont write scat/omo/ involving those kinds of bodily fluids, bestiality, omegaverse, incest, yandere!reader, eroticized childbirth, mpreg,

5. Anyone underage will be aged up (i.e pre time skip dimitri) but if they're too young in canon I probably won't write it.

6. Might add more things as time goes on!

Fandoms

TF2

Fire Emblem: 3H, Fates, Awakening, Binding Blade, Blazing Blade, Path of Radiance

Yakuza

JJBA

Star Wars

Rune Factory

YuGiOh

Resident Evil

The Witcher

MGS (started getting into it)

CoD MW2 (I guess?)

Thanks so much for looking at my blog, and have a great day ♡

[free-use-renfri]

Writing / Headcannons

I'll write most things, but I can't promise I'll be good at most things. I'm a sapphic person in myself, so anything Achillean may be difficult/rough. I'm good with writing 18+, dead dove, or generally proship though I'll do sfw / "normal" content. Content I won't write is at the bottom.

Fandoms I write for: - The Witcher (Books and Games preffered, Show okay) - The Mechanisms - The Magnus Archives - Critical Role - First Kill - Arthurian Legends - Umbrella Academy - Rocky Horror Picture Show - The Arcana - Resident Evil (Specifically Village) - What We Do In The Shadows - Wynonna Earp - AFK Arena - Bloodborne - Yellowjackets - Monsterprom

What I won't write Scat, Major Bloodplay/gore, fingore/nailgore What I'm iffy on writing, But will still write Whipping, minor blood play, hypnotism, watersports/omo Favorites Lycanthropy, Vampirism, Non-con/dub-con/CNC, Petplay, Omegaverse, Brat-taming, Overstimulation, Impact Play, Monsterfucking, dollification

Some Of My Favorite Ships Yenfri, Tissrita, Merihart (honestly anything involving Renfri, I adore that silly little woman), Mistynat, Mistylottienat, Natvan, Morgwen, Pornadia, Yenralt, Ciristle (I write most femslash ships, and might write some m/f ships).

[omoghouls]

You got any Geralt headcanons? Bc I am five episodes into the Netflix show (having heard stuff about the games, but never actually played them for various reasons) and I already think it is absolutely tragic that I have seen SO MUCH Jaskier omo randomly in the omo tag on Ao3, but hardly any of Geralt himself. He seems like an ideal omo victim...

Eyyy I absolutely do have some has for our silver wolf ;w;

(Personally, I’ve only watched like- 3 episodes of the Netflix series so, these are kinda more around the books and games bc/ I have a goldfish attention span xD)

But OMG I fuking hear you, like, Geralt is such a good omo victim??

- Geralt is a Witcher that had extra trials/experiments ye? Well, I can totally see that bringing some less than desirable side effects amongst the improvements that came with the trials. Namely being his bladder being significantly weaker compared to his Witcher brothers.

-That being said, he still has a strong bladder, compared to a human. However, he still has his limits, something he would rather pretend where not something that plagues him, especially during times of fights or other when around others who he isn’t acquainted with.

-Sometimes to the point where he will try to hold it beyond his limits. He’s rather good at hiding his now, urgent need; if you hadn’t known better you would just think he was just scowling over something that has made him miffed. 

-Being a Witcher, his biology is different compared to humans- his body can filter out his potions and other drinks fairly quickly (hence why he can drink things such as swallow and other things that would kill a human, his body is just, built different lol) Buuuut, that doesn’t fair well if he has drunken a good amount.

With his bladder now firm, all the previous days liquid sloshing around in tune with the rhythmic bouncing of Roach as they travel down the beaten path to the next village that was in need of aid for whatever monster has taken one of their owns. Geralt thinks of veering off the path and taking a leak 

However, he is now too close to the village and, as known, humans don’t always take too kindly to a Witcher prowling about without reasoning. So, he refrains, mainly to save himself from getting pelted with spit and vemonus words from the towns folks. 

-Anyways, he will hold it in until he physically cannot anymore if needed. This, sometimes being an awful idea (although, it is common for this dumbass to have bad ideas, we are talking about Geralt lmao) 

-That being a bad idea when he comes face to face with a monster- he’ll put all his focus in killing the growling creature that is mere inches away from his face. With all his might on his footing and sword placements, his bladder is placed to the side- and Geralt can feel the knawing ache through his focus and that, unfortunately is his downfall

The beast is slain, blood and vesera  coating his tunic as he is planted onto the ground, his breath ragged as he comes down from the adrenaline that is pumping through his veins. The victory is short lived as he feels something,,,,wet, warm and wet beneath the flooring. Urine is pooling around him, muddying the ground and soaking through his slacks.

He closes his eyes for a moment, relaxing his tensed muscles and just, lets his body go, knowing there was no use to even try to stumble his feet and find a tree, he was already soaked. 

-He isn’t too muffed when it comes to having accidents,,,when he’s by himself that is. When alone he can just, stop and find a lake and wash his clothing, take a break, pretend he can’t smell the acidic scent of piss lingering from his trousers 

-But, when others? Different story. He wants to be seen as a strong, lone wolf, not some mutant who can’t keep his pants dry! So, when he’s frozen in place, urine cascading down his thighs and splattering against the floor as others watch on in shock and perhaps some snickers. His emotions might be stunted but, in these moments, he can feel his ears burning and his chest tightening from the many eyes latched onto him and his predicament.

-Also, can totally see him as a bed wetter. This wolf has seen some SHIT and been through a lot in his 90+ years of living. And, many a times these fears and emotions show themselves through his sleeping time and, makes for many sodden sheets :o

(When he and Yen are together tho, she’s v sweet and makes sure her wolf is okay and cleaned up, ofc some light teasing but, just to help make light of the situation and to help take Geralt’s mind off what has happened  ;w; ) 

-ALSO also, all that armour he wears,,,that HAS to be hell to get off when he’s really got to go, just sayinggggg 

AAAAAAAaaaaaaa I have more but, I will save you from the rambling helll, but, if you have any or want some elaboration I am always here for some white wolf pipi uwu

[halehavetogosometime]

I feel like it’s harder to get geralt desperate under ordinary circumstances. I imagine witchers have a significantly higher bladder capacity than the average human and geralt mostly manages to relieve himself long before he truly feels he needs to. But he’s also got that lethal combination of pride and a seeming need to do things just because jaskier asked him to so here’s how I can see it going. oh and it’s established relationship because yeah. They’re in love.

  I can honestly see jaskier just straight up asking geralt how long he can hold it, maybe he notices how rarely geralt seems to go or maybe geralt teases him about how often he needs to stop for a break when they’re travelling (often in this case = a totally normal human amount of times) but either way jaskier asks and geralt admits that he legitimately doesn’t know because it’s never got to that point. they let it go for then but the next time they’re travelling in a sparsely populated, low risk area for the day jaskier hints that he’d like to see just how much geralt can hold and geralt, also kind of curious to test the limits of his body in a new way, agrees.

  So geralt drinks and drinks and waits and waits  for hours without any outward indication that he needs to stop and, frankly, jaskier’s starting to feel a little cheated. All this and not even a little squirming?

  Except then geralt does squirm.

  Probably not much, just a slight shifting of his weight, but jaskier’s been waiting ALL. DAY. for this and he is absolutely ready to launch until full Little Shit mode. So he rides up on roach behind geralt with his arms wrapped around his waist in exactly the right place to add to the pressure, he offers him water far, far more times than is reasonable, he stops for a pee break of his own and makes sure to stay well within witcher hearing range while he pisses as loud as possible and sighs in relief (again, loudly) about just how good it feels. At one point he gives up all pretence of subtlety and just straight up improvises and performs a five verse song about running water.

  Now, geralt’s obviously well aware of what jaskier’s doing but, unfortunately, awareness does not equal immunity and he’s starting to find it a little difficult to focus on anything except how full his bladder feels and he’s definitely beyond the point where he normally would have stopped to relieve himself so he grits his teeth and asks when he’s going to be able to go. Jaskier looks at him, suddenly all heat, and tells him he can go whenever he likes. Just as soon as he begs for it. He smiles at geralt and immediately goes back to the loud debate he was having with himself about whether he prefers ‘flowing’ or ‘gushing’ for the third verse of his ode to waterfalls. So. Oh. It’s like that.

  So now geralt has to make a choice: is he going to actually beg his bard to let him take a piss or is he going to…what? Just wet himself? Or refuse to beg but go anyway, which would be as good as admitting that he didn’t think he could hold it anymore and he still has his pride here.

  It is jaskier so it’s not like he would, or even really could stop geralt if he actually really didn’t want to go through with it but well……..geralt finds he’s kind of enjoying that aching pressure, that constant awareness of his own body that he normally only gets when he’s taken a potion or he’s in the middle of a fight. And he’s definitely enjoying that hungry way that jaskier’s looking at him and that commanding tone his voice took on. So he waits.

  I imagine he lasts, albeit increasingly restlessly, right up until they’re making camp for the night and jaskier drops to his knees right there and gives him just about the most enthusiastic blowjob he’s ever had. He comes, perhaps embarrassingly fast but then he has been on edge today, and immediately pushes jaskier off, squeezes his eyes shut, clenches his fists by his sides and stands absolutely still, just using every ounce of his strength not to wet himself right there. He opens his eyes, looks at jaskier and grits out please. Jaskier, who is having the best day ever, just nods in the direction of the nearest tree and watches his witcher literally moan his way through the loudest, longest piss he’s seen anyone take in his entire fucking life.

  Geralt comes back to jaskier and suggests, in that hesitant way he has when he enjoyed something but isn’t quite sure he was supposed to yet, that he wouldn’t be opposed to trying that again some time and interrupts jaskier’s very enthusiastic agreement by returning the blowjob favour.

  And then they share a bedroll for the night because they both sleep better when they’re pressed up against each other and I’m soft

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Nonny, I am ded. Hell FUCKING yes, God, how have I earned this in my inbox. Nonny, this is some Excellent 👌👌👌👌👌 shit right here, and your prose is fab. A++

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa thank u for entrusting me with this !!!!!!!!!!!

[jaskiersvalley]

Oh gosh the omorashi fic it's amazing!!!! Please please please could you do the reverse with Geralt this time. Smut, omorashi and a dash of hurt/comfort is da best. Thx

After a bit of a break from prompts, I am back to slowly trying to clear my askbox (104 prompts. Surely I can manage that....right?). What better prompt to start with than some omo? Under a cut for some naughty content!

Control was the one thing Geralt clung to. When nothing else in his life was going as desired, when destiny was bending him over a barrel and making his its bitch, Geralt tried to seize whatever control he could. Even the smallest of things; what he ate, what he wore, what contracts he took, what he did with his body. Every scrap of control he could, he took and and guarded it fiercely.

Enter Jaskier. He didn’t much care beyond having a good time. If something didn’t go to plan, he wasn’t really put out by it, content to roll with the hand being dealt and reaping the benefits of the unknown. In short, he was much for the happy go lucky kind than Geralt. That wasn’t to say he didn’t like control or understand the need of it. But on the back of that, he also understood the importance of giving up control, even if for just a little while. To hand over the reins to someone trusted and safe. It really did do wonders for the soul. If only Geralt could learn that and trust him.

An opportunity came sooner than expected. It wasn’t even a contract gone wrong. Of all the things to fell a witcher, it was a sneeze. Jaskier saw it happen, otherwise he would have never believed it. One minute Geralt was brushing down Roach, the next he was stifling a sneeze. Whoever thought it a good idea to silence and suppress an almighty witcher sneeze was an idiot. Thus, Geralt was an idiot. His whole body jerked with the sneeze and then froze. Now Jaskier had seen Geralt freeze before for several reasons and he could say, hand on heart that this was the frozen in pain kind of motionlessness. After a couple of long seconds of careful, measured breaths, Geralt seemed to gingerly keep moving. That just wouldn’t do.

“What hurts?” Jaskier called over the stall door.

“Nothing.” A grunted huff of a single word. So obviously something hurt. Rather than argue, Jaskier moved into the stall and watched as Geralt moved. It wasn’t as fluid as usual and his jaw was clenched shut.

“So much of a nothing that it looks like you’re a constipated goose.” When Geralt ignored him, Jaskier made an executive decision and ran a hand down a muscled back. It earned him a silent shudder and not of the good kind. “Now, you’re going to put your brush aside and you’re going to come back to the tavern with me for another night at least.”

The stubborn set of Geralt’s back and jaw had Jaskier pressing down on tight muscles again and getting a pained grunt. Point proven, he plucked the brush from Geralt’s hand and put it to the side. It was all too easy to slip his hand against warm, broad palm and lead Geralt back to the tavern, hand in hand.

“There. Now, let me take care of you. I’m going to strip your shirt off.”

His words were met with resistance, Geralt doing his best to stay in control. It didn’t work though, short of ripping his shirt off, he was stuck. Clucking his tongue, Jaskier stepped forward and eased the idiot out of his shirt.

“Good. I want you to drink. We have to make sure you’re not dehydrated.”

Water skein pressed into Geralt’s hand, he drank rather than argue. It was nice, Jaskier mused, how he knew what battles to pick. When it looked like Geralt would pull away from the skein before it was empty, Jaskier used a hand to tip it back towards his lips.

“All of it darling. I’m looking after you.”

Only when the empty container was passed back to him did Jaskier put it to the side and grabbed some chamomile oil. Guiding Geralt to his front, Jaskier began to massage lightly at the solid wall of muscle before him. Starting off lightly, he assessed the situation, weighed up where the sore bits were.

The thing about massages was that they often elicited a very natural but potentially very embarrassing response. Thankfully, Geralt and Jaskier were far beyond the point of it being anything but a welcome aspect. Sure enough, as Jaskier worked on easing the knots, Geralt began rolling his hips, surreptitiously at first but then without any shame.

“Turn over,” Jaskier purred. His hands were glistening with oil and he gleefully set about rubbing over Geralt’s chest. “I think you should drink a bit more.”

Grumbling at being told what to do, Geralt got up onto his elbow and took another offered drink.

“Need to piss.”

“It’s okay, we’ll take care of that soon. Let me do this for you first.” Once again, Jaskier helped tip the water towards Geralt and he smiled as it was emptied. “So good for me.”

The massage continued and Jaskier spent some happy minutes on the meat of Geralt’s shoulders and biceps. There was something so lovely about having such muscle mass under his hands. Especially when Geralt was rocking up, seeking friction against his trapped, half hard cock. Though the hip rolls became squirms and Geralt’s brows furrowed.

“Jask, need a leak.”

“In a minute. Let me be in charge for a little longer.” He needed Geralt to let go, to give up all his control and float. To let Jaskier worry about everything for a while. Slowly, Jaskier slipped his hands down Geralt’s chest, over his stomach and down to where his bladder had filled out quite nicely. Two whole water skeins was no doubt going to affect anyone, even a witcher. Sure enough, as he pressed down lightly, a small little whine left Geralt. It didn’t deter Jaskier and he pushed his palm against Geralt’s full bladder every now and then before flitting to his sides and thighs.

With each passing minute, Geralt’s squirms got more and more pronounced. And each press of Jaskier’s hand earned a more desperate little noise. It had wilted Geralt’s erection but Jaskier knew it wouldn’t take much to change that.

“Jask.” The desperation in Geralt’s voice was one that had Jaskier shivering in delight. “Please.”

“Let go for me darling. I’ve got you.”

Geralt shook his head, face scrunched up. In retaliation, Jaskier pressed on his bladder more firmly and listened to the half moaned gasp. A tiny wet patch appeared on Geralt’s trousers.

“That’s it darling. You’re so good. Let go for me.” The darker patch grew a little more as Geralt whined. “Please baby. I want to take care of you.”

A moan of defeat as Jaskier pressed down again and the darkness spread. If Jaskier listened, he could hear the stream of piss as it hit the inside of Geralt’s trousers. It was everything he wanted, looking at the blissful relief on Geralt’s face, coupled with his soft sighs and moan, Jaskier was happy. As the stream slowed, he kept pressure on Geralt’s bladder while the other moved to massage over his chest.

“So perfect for me. All this just for me. Thank you my starlight.” It didn’t take more than a few teasing scrapes and pinches to Geralt’s nipples before his cock was filling out again. Moving from pressing on his bladder, Jaskier worked the ties of the trousers open and slipped a hand inside. It was still warm and wet, Geralt’s cock slick with piss. Soon, it would become even more of a mess.

It really didn’t take much work, Jaskier’s hand working over Geralt’s cock while the other hand stayed playing with his chest. Praise dripped easily from his lips and, soon enough, Geralt was arching under his hands with a moan.

Pulling his hand free, Jaskier cheerily wiped it on Geralt’s thigh. They were going to need to wash the trousers anyway.

“You are beautiful. Just stay and catch your breath while I call for a nice warm bath. Your back will definitely thank me for it.”

A few short minutes later, he was back, order of a bath and clean sheets plus mattress put in with the innkeeper. Thankfully, there were no questions asked about why a new one was needed. People knew better than to question a witcher and his companion. Holding Geralt close, Jaskier smiled. Maybe he should have Geralt let go completely more often.