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jaskierswolf · 3 years

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Fire in My Soul

A sequel to this fic but stand well on it’s own. Geralt is a firefighter. Jaskier is a teacher. Jaskier has fantasies and his boyfriend is willing to play along.

Rated: E. Words: 2.1k.

Requested by my darling @bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher, and helpfully beta’d by @dani-dandelino and @kuripon

On AO3

CW: 18+ smutty smut smut. Roleplay, masturbation, anal fingering/sex, blow job, biting (no blood), mentions of fire/fire rescues.

Jaskier was practically vibrating with excitement. He’d been dreaming about this particular fantasy ever since he’d first found out that Geralt Rivia was a firefighter, and after months of pining after the love of his life, and another few months finally managing to enjoy their relationship without having to worry what Jaskier’s school board would say, Geralt had finally agreed to play. Unfortunately Vesemir had refused to let Geralt bring his uniform home so they’d had to invest in a cheap knock off, only this one was designed to be sexy. It lacked the bulk of Geralt’s actual uniform and his boyfriend looked fucking phenomenal in it.

Jaskier was lying naked on his bed, enjoying the feel of the soft satin sheets against his skin. Of course, this time there were no actual fire alarms and he hadn’t twisted his ankle in the shower. This time he got to enjoy Geralt throwing him over his shoulder and then ravishing him senseless, hopefully… that was the plan at least. He hummed happily to himself, reaching for the lube whilst he waited for his boyfriend to arrive. He stroked his cock lazily, coaxing it to full hardness, soft gasps falling from his lips as the teasing touch began to send sparks across his skin. The room felt hotter already, he could almost feel the heat of the flames against his skin. He closed his eyes, biting his lip as he got lost in the sensation of his own hand on his cock.

“Fuck…” he moaned softly, struggling to keep his touch light. Geralt would be there soon, he would be good for him.

The door crashed open, making Jaskier squeak and sit up on the bed. Even though he’d been expecting Geralt to make an entrance the loud noise startled him. His eyes flashed to the doorway to see Geralt. The fireman was truly a sight to behold. He was wearing bright yellow fireman’s trousers, the braces hanging loose against his thighs. He was topless, showing off his finely muscled torso, shining with the oils Jaskier had used to massage him with earlier that day. He looked strong, healthy, gorgeous with a nice layer of fat covering his abs where there would usually be chiselled lines in the firefighter calendars. As much as Jaskier adored those calendars he much preferred the real life strength and overall look of his boyfriend, and most of all he was just happy he was healthy.

Geralt froze when he saw him, a gorgeous pink blush colouring his cheeks. Dark golden eyes devoured Jaskier’s body and for a moment Jaskier thought that Geralt would completely forget about their game, but the firefighter stalked towards him purposely, never taking his eyes off of Jaskier.

“Didn’t you hear the alarm?” he growled, voice low and husky.

Jaskier couldn’t help the whimper that escaped him as he shook his head, gripping the base of his cock tightly. “No.”

“Too busy?”

Jaskier nodded, biting his lip and gazing up at his gorgeous firefighter. He ran one hand up his torso, fingers coursing through the hair on his chest before pinching a nipples. “Can’t help it, feels so good,” he moaned.

The firefighter grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand away from his cock. Jaskier whined at the loss of contact but he didn’t have time to protest as he was scooped up from the bed and thrown over the firefighter’s shoulder. He squeaked at the sudden movement, his cock sliding against Geralt’s oil slick chest, and a swell of arousal rushed through him making him feel positively dizzy.

“Let’s get you out of here,” the firefighter grunted as he walked back through bedroom door.

“My clothes,” Jaskier protested weakly. He knew he wouldn’t be needing them but he was playing his part well.

“Don’t need ‘em,” Geralt grumbled, swatting Jaskier’s bare arse. It wasn’t hard but the sting made Jaskier’s heart race a little faster. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from moaning again.

“But…”

“I said no,” Geralt growled and this time Jaskier couldn’t help his moan.

Once they were out of the bedroom Geralt put him down, much to his displeasure. He rather enjoyed being manhandled around the flat and the firefighter’s lift had provided him with an excellent view of Geralt’s arse. Jaskier’s knees felt weak underneath him as his feet hit the ground. The firefighter put his arm around Jaskier’s waist to steady him. Jaskier smiled coyly up at him through his eyelashes, placing his hands on Geralt’s pecs.

“Thank you, you were so brave,” he purred, thumb flicking against the firefighter’s nipples, earning him a delicious moan as Geralt’s eyes fluttered shut. “How could I ever repay you?”

“On your knees,” Geralt hissed through gritted teeth.

Jaskier’s eyes dropped to Geralt’s rather large erection and he grinned. His boyfriend knew just what he liked. “With pleasure, darling.”

Jaskier pushed Geralt back until he was pressed against the nearest wall and then, as instructed, he fell to his knees, mouthing at Geralt’s cock through the fabric of his trousers. “And now what?” he asked, looking up at Geralt, pouting innocently as if he had no idea what Geralt was really asking him to do.

“You know what, Jask…” Geralt groaned, breaking character but Jaskier didn’t mind.

“Ah ah… use your words, sweetheart,” Jaskier sang as he nosed against Geralt’s cock, hands running up his thick thighs, thighs that could probably crush him if given the chance.

“Suck my cock,” came the reply, as Geralt’s fingers threaded through his hair and yanked Jaskier’s head backwards.

He whined stupidly and clawed at the zip of Geralt’s trousers. He cursed when Geralt’s cock came free. The bastard hadn’t been wearing any underwear this whole time. “Gods, it’s beautiful,” he whispered, licking a stripe down Geralt’s length. “Do all firefighters have such gorgeous cocks or is it just you?”

Geralt let out a growl. “You won’t be finding out. Now put that mouth to better use.”

Jaskier winked up at his boyfriend as he took the tip into his mouth, sucking gently and flicking his tongue across the slit. Geralt’s head hit the wall and his grip tightened in Jaskier’s hair. Jaskier hummed happily around Geralt’s cock before pulling off.

“Stop teasing,” Geralt huffed.

Jaskier laughed, pulling Geralt’s trouser down further so he could nip at the skin of his thighs, biting hard enough the leave pretty marks on the pale skin, only stopping when Geralt tugged at his hair. He gasped and shifted forwards. Geralt knew what he was after and moved so his leg was pressed between Jaskier’s thighs. He moaned, rutting pathetically against Geralt’s leg, desperate for friction against his own cock as he took Geralt back into his mouth, massaging Geralt’s ball with his hands as his cock hit the back of Jaskier’s throat. They both moaned, and Jaskier felt tears prick in his eyes.

“Fuck,” Geralt grunted, thrusting into Jaskier’s mouth.

Gods, he was so fucking huge. Every time Jaskier couldn’t quite believe that this magnificent cock would fit in his arse. Luckily Geralt was a generous lover and always took his time to prepare Jaskier. Even so they stretch burned in the best way and he always felt it the next day, just how he liked it.

He moaned around Geralt’s cocked, gripping the base in his hands and bobbing his head up and down, until Geralt hissed and pulled him off. He whined, spit sliding down his chin as he pouted up at the firefighter. “Oi, I wasn’t finished!”

Geralt grunted and pulled him to his feet, rougher than he normally would but Jaskier was not complaining. It was half-term and he wouldn’t have to be back at school for a whole week. He had plenty of time for any suspicious bruises to fade. Geralt flipped their positions so that Jaskier was pushed up against the wall, his lips sucking at Jaskier’s neck, just below his ear. He gasped and let his head roll to the side, allowing the firefighter better access. “Fuck, Geralt…”

“Do have any idea what you do to me?” Geralt growled, nipping at the tender skin of Jaskier’s neck. “How good you look with your lips around my cock, how fucking amazing you look stroking yours?”

Jaskier just whined, the only words he had left were “please” and “fuck” and “Geralt”, panting as Geralt’s lube slick fingers pressed against his entrance. He hadn’t even heard the click of the bottle, so lost in the sensation of Geralt’s lips and teeth on his bare skin.

The role-play was lost forever, both firefighter and teacher caught up in their pleasure and their desire to be near to each other, to touch each other. Jaskier gasped and whined as Geralt worked him open, a second finger soon joining the first. Jaskier groaned and bit down on Geralt’s shoulder, the taste of the oil a little unpleasant but it was worth it to see Geralt’s torso glistening like some kind of Roman wrestler.

“More,” he whined and Geralt’s chest pressed against his, trapping him between the wall and his boyfriend.

“Too soon.”

“More,” Jaskier insisted and Geralt cursed, slipping a third finger inside him. The stretch burned slightly but Jaskier couldn’t help the wanton moan that fell from his lips. He felt like he was on fire, Geralt’s fingers filling him up, stretching him for that cock that he knew felt so good. “More…” he whined.

“Patience,” Geralt chided.

“Need you, need to reward my saviour,” he chuckled breathlessly, wriggling his arse so he could push Geralt’s fingers deeper inside him. “I want your cock, Geralt… please.”

“Shit, Jask,” Geralt groaned and lifted him up. Jaskier wrapped his legs around Geralt’s waist, whimpering at the loss of the fingers in his arse, but he didn’t have the time to feel empty as the blunt tip of Geralt’s cock was soon pressing against his hole.

“Hnng… Ger…” he gasped.

“I’ve got you.”

Every inch that pushed up inside him was pure bliss. He never got over how full he felt, with Geralt inside him. In those moment he felt like he could stay like this forever, never being separated from Geralt again.

“I love you,” he gasped as Geralt finally bottomed out.

“hmm…”

Geralt’s thrusts were slow, making Jaskier’s head spin with pleasure. He could feel every inch of Geralt’s cock inside him, every movement. When Geralt brushed against his prostate he keened, biting again at Geralt’s shoulder before the firefighter lifted his chin and pulled him into a sloppy kiss. It was less of a kiss and more just panting into each other’s mouths, moaning and grunting with each thrust, tongues messily brushing against each other. Jaskier’s fingers scraped down Geralt’s back as the firefighter thrust into him, each movement pushing him back against the wall. He gripped at Geralt’s arse, the other hand tugging hard at his lover’s hair.

“Geralt… please…” he begged, not really sure what he was asking for but he needed more, he needed…

Geralt shifted underneath him, reaching between them to pull at Jaskier’s cock. The effect was instantaneous. Jaskier keened, sparks flying in his vision as he came all over Geralt’s hand, cum splattering wet against his chest, but Geralt wasn’t done. He grunted, pounding Jaskier into the wall hard, and Jaskier could do nothing except hold on, whimpering as his rode out the waves of his orgasm. His limbs feeling like jelly.

“Ger…” he slurred, his energy drained from his orgasm. “fuck… Geralt….”

With one last thrust Geralt shuddered underneath him as he came. “Fuck!”

Jaskier whined as Geralt pulled out, both of them sliding to the floor in a heap, covered in sweat and cum, a complete mess. Geralt’s costume firefighter trousers were still caught around his legs and Jaskier giggled, giddy from his orgasm.

“Hmm?”

“You’re overdressed, darling,” Jaskier cooed, hands running down Geralt’s thighs as he rested his head on Geralt’s shoulder.

“Hmm….”

“We’re so keeping these,” Jaskier decided It hadn’t been nearly as exciting as actually being rescued from a burning building but he rather preferred it this way. At least this time he got to enjoy being naked in front of the gorgeous firefighter in his bedroom.

“Insatiable,” Geralt grunted.

Jaskier laughed and pressed a kiss to Geralt’s shoulder, right where there was a lovely indentation of Jaskier’s teeth. “You love me,” he cooed.

“Melitele knows why,” Geralt agreed but pulled him into a kiss before he could protest.

Jaskier smiled hopelessly against Geralt’s lips. Even after all this time, he still couldn’t quite believe that this radiant creature was his to love and cherish as much as he pleased. He hoped it would stay that way for a long time to come.

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marvelousmaize · 4 years

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A modern geraskier AU, where there’s a (small) fire in Jaskier’s building.

And Jaskier is a heavy sleeper, okay? Won’t wake for nothing. So he sleeps right through the fire alarm blaring through all the halls, as his whole complex evacuates.

He’s awoken by a jostle on his shoulder, and at first he thinks it’s his best friend Triss, right? Because she has this tendency to overuse the key to he gave her to his flat; has a very loose definition of what constitutes an emergency.

But it’s not Triss. It’s a very rugged, very attractive fireman with amber eyes that look like molten gold, and prematurely silver-white hair - prematurely, because Jaskier swears this man can’t be older than his mid-thirties - who calmly and patiently informs Jaskier that there’s a fire in the building, and they need to get him out now.

And Jaskier’s disoriented, but he moves quick, so they’re out the door (the busted up front door; and Jaskier’s trying very hard not to think about how mouthwatering the fireman must’ve looked forcing the door open) in no time. Jaskier asks if anyone got hurt, and the fireman says no, says they had everything under control, they just had one person unaccounted for, and Jaskier’s embarrassed to realize that he’s the only one in his entire goddamn building who slept through the fire alarm, the sirens, the chaos of it all.

But he’s outside; he joins the throng of his building’s residents as the firemen continue to work. Just like the fireman said, it seems everything’s under control, and the firemen are soon packing up their trucks and getting ready to leave. And Jaskier’s still a little disoriented from being woken up like this, but he thinks, what the hell he’s gonna shoot his shot, and wanders over to the fire truck. The firemen are all very attractive (is that a fucking requirement of the London Fire Brigade?) but Jaskier only has eyes for one and he swaggers up to him, all confident.

“My hero,” he greets him, “I don’t believe I caught your name.”

And there’s a flicker of a smile and something else in those golden eyes, and oh, this man is too attractive, unfairly so. “Geralt.”

“Geralt,” Jaskier tests the name on his tongue. “I’d love treat you to a pint as a thank you for saving my life. Any chance you’re free tomorrow?”

And it’s not Jaskier’s best come-on, not by a long shot, but the fireman - Geralt - considers him for a moment before saying, “as it so happens, I am.”

“How delightful,” Jaskier breathes, and they exchange numbers and he’s so excited he’s practically vibrating with it.

They end up meeting for that pint the next day, and it’s a horrible pretext they maintain for exactly that one pint, before Geralt informs Jaskier he lives nearby, and they’re back at his place in five seconds flat. And it’s a wonderful, most satisfying night, and Jaskier leaves the next morning half-hoping this isn’t the last time he sees the handsome fireman.

But, see, what Jaskier finds out a few days later, when he goes downtown to meet his new manager - one of the most high-profile, most illustrious business and entertainment managers in all of England; the manager who snatched him up after his last fashion show, utterly convinced in Jaskier’s potential as England’s next big fashion designer - is that he is going to see his handsome fireman again.

He’s walking and talking with Yennefer - who is just as terrifying as Jaskier remembers, but she’s also ambitious and Knows Her Shit, and Jaskier’s never felt his career in better hands - when a girl no more than 10 years old, with moonlit hair rushes towards her with a delighted exclamation of “mom!”

And Yennefer envelopes her little girl in a tight hug, says, “Jaskier, this is my daughter Ciri,” and then asks Ciri where her dad is.

And Ciri points behind her, and informs Yennefer that, “dad is right there.”

And Jaskier follows Ciri’s pointed finger, and suddenly all the air leaves his body because -

“Ah, Jask, this is my ex-husband Geralt. Geralt, my new client, Jaskier.”

well - fuck.

#geraskier #jaskier #geralt of rivia #yennefer of vengerberg #the witcher modern au #fireman!geralt #fashion designer!jaskier #manager!yen #will i ever write this concept into a full fic?#who knows #maybe #i just had to get this out of my system now #share it with the world

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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 4 years

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Pick Your Poison

the boys get high together - fluff ensues

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tw: drug use, drug mention, it’s just weed tho

thank you @anxiousbard for the inspiring conversation <3 love you

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“Wanna go out tonight?” Jaskier asks, glancing towards his roommate. Geralt is sprawled along the length of their shared IKEA futon, one elbow propped up to support his head where it leans against his hand. The curtain of his white hair shakes back and forth as he gives Jaskier a silent ‘no’.

“New scary moves on Netflix,” is all the older man offers in consolation.

“Oh! Which ones?” Jaskier inquires, coming around the side of the futon to sit on the wooden arm-support. “I’m a sucker for the bad shit.”

“Friday the 13th, all the originals,” Geralt lists. “Halloween I and Halloween II. I think there were also some sci-fi movies and some paranormal stuff. Oh, and Hellraiser.”

“All the Hellraiser movies or just the first one?”

“Uh...the first six, it looks like,” his roomie answers, scrolling down the list with the remote. “Oh fuck they even have the straight-to-DVD one from like 2005 on here.”

“Damn,” Jaskier slides onto the couch beside Geralt, his plans to leave the apartment totally forgotten in the face of shitty horror movies. “Let me put on some pajama pants and make some popcorn so we can watch this beautiful disaster together.”

“Have you seen it?” Geralt asks, glancing up at Jaskier.

“No, but it was a horror movie made in 2005 and the description includes the word cyber so I’m already lowering my expectations,” the music teacher states, standing and stretching. “Be right back, darling.”

“Hmm.”

Jaskier dips from the room and when he returns he’s wearing a pair of bright pink Tinkerbell-print pajama shorts (the ones he had proudly brought home from a Jo-Anne Fabric’s “Basics of Sewing” class) and carrying an unfamiliar wooden box.

“What’s that?” Geralt asks, pointing. The younger man blushes and shrugs.

“I didn’t think you’d mind if I smoked a little before we watched the movie? You’re welcome to join me, of course.”

Jaskier had been offering to get his freakishly gorgeous roommate and ill-begotten crush high for months now, ever since it had been legalized, but Geralt just didn’t seem that interested. Tonight, however, the snowy head nods in affirmation. “Never tried it before. Nothing to do tomorrow. Might as well, if that’s cool?”

“Yeah, of course. I’m happy to smoke you down.”

So Jaskier packs his favorite, fanciest pipe and teaches Geralt how to inhale. He also watches him nearly die after his first big hit. The young music teacher laughs and claps his friend on the shoulder firmly, stating: “You’ve gotta cough to get off!”

Geralt’s face goes even pinker than it was after his coughing-fit recovery. “Wh-What?”

“If you want to get high really fast then you have to take fat rips,” Jaskier explains, puffing on the long, curved pipe like he’s Sherlock motherfucking Holmes. “You must cough, therefore, to getteth off.”

“Fuckin’ weirdo,” Geralt mutters. But his posture is already more relaxed and his tone is already more playful. Oh yes, Jaskier thinks, emptying the ash and packing it up again. This is going to be a great night.

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“What the fuck is this kid doing?” Geralt wheezes, tears streaming down his face as he bursts out into another loud peal of laughter. The ‘joth’ (goth jock) on screen, Mike, is experiencing perhaps the worst make-out session in the history of cinematography and neither man can keep it together on the futon. “Wh-Wh-Why!?”

“I couldn’t honestly tell you,” Jaskier replies, giggling madly. He reaches forward and picks up the pipe. He’s about to take another hit when Geralt stops him. “You wanna go first?”

“No,” Geralt says, still smiling goofily. “I just wanted to tell you that I like you.”

“Huh?”

“I like you.”

“And you chose this moment, as we smoke weed on our shitty couch and watch a young and underpaid actor say ‘rawr’ in all seriousness, to tell me that you like me?”

Geralt tilts his head to the side like a confused puppy and Jaskier’s heart goes to mush in his chest. “Yes? Did I do it wrong?”

“No,” Jaskier smiles, leaning closer to his roommate. “I like you too, by the way.”

“Oh thank goodness,” Geralt sighs. He tosses one of his tree-branch sized arms around Jaskier’s waist, hauling the younger man up the length of the futon and into his lap. He nuzzles down against the top of Jaskier’s head and squeezes the surprised music teacher into a tight hug. “Let’s be boyfriends.”

It’s all moving incredibly fast but Jaskier understands. Geralt is an ‘all or nothing’ kind of guy and he’d needed the high to lose his fear of failure. He’d needed Jaskier to get to Jaskier. How adorable.

“Okay. Will you remember all of this when you’re sober?”

“Mhm. Just...nervous.”

“You thought I’d want to move out?”

“Mhm.”

“Well I’m not moving out now,” Jaskier says. “I live with my insanely hot boyfriend.”

“Insanely hot?” Geralt blushes. On the screen, Mike is being impaled. Jaskier ignores it completely, brushing noses with his newly-minted boyfriend instead. “You really think so?”

“Oh yeah,” Jaskier nods, relaxing into Geralt’s strong arms. “Now, let’s finish this horrible movie, shall we?”

“Mhm. I hope there’s a shitty twist ending.”

“Oh babe,” the blue-eyed man agrees, “Me too.”

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starlightstevie · 3 years

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fics rec / march 2021

Hello again! Here are my favourite fics from the past month - I enjoyed reading these so MUCH and I hope you guys do too!

(* is smut)

Fuck it I’m recommending this again this month because Kait’s cowboy!Thor series is just THAT good and everyone needs this country boy in their life:

*I Need A Hero by @inthorantine Masterlist Cowboy!Thor: After Y/N finds out that her late grandfather has willed his rural Montana ranch to her, she decides it’s time for a little change of scenery. At least until it’s in a condition to sell. Along the way, Y/N finds a renewed appreciation for hard work, new friends, and possibly even love. She has the land. Can Thor help make it a home?

*saints can’t help me now by @peachyteabuck Forest god!Thor x reader: I will tell you the mystery of the woman and of the beast that carries her, whose name has not been written in the book of life from the foundation of the world. Kings give their power and authority to the beast, and those who are with him are the called and chosen and faithful.

and with that shadow upon the ground, i hear my people screaming out by @blackberrybucky Thor x reader: You're on the ship when Thanos comes aboard.

*Warm Water by @xbuchananbarnes Thor x reader: Reader takes a bath after a long day.

*h/c: dom!thor by @thorsthot

Imagine: Thor smells like a storm by @wandas-sunshine

*Somnus by @sweeterthanthis Nomad!Steve x reader: On the rare occasion that you have him in your bed, you savor every last minute. Even while he sleeps.

*Morning Wood by @angrythingstarlight Nomad!Steve x reader: Your new neighbor Steve gives you more than one surprise in the morning.

Good Kind of Trouble by @all1e23 Biker!Stever x reader: Steve finally meets his cute neighbor. She’s not impressed.

*h/c: the way steve fucks by @helahades

*Cock Worship by @ozarkthedog Andy Barber x reader: You take care of an exhausted Andy.

*illicit affair by @feliciahardyn Professor!Andy Barber x reader: You had been crushing on your sexy professor, Andy Barber since the beginning of the semester but he made it hard for you to focus in class. Lucky for you, he was willing to give you the best lesson in your life though.

if it’s not you, it’s not anyone by @blackberrybucky Bucky x reader: Bucky comes back from the snap and his world is shattered.

*West Coast Turnaround by @moteldwelling Trucker!Bucky x reader: Bucky Barnes is six foot of surliness driving his eighteen-wheeler across truck stop America. Reader just so happens to have a working thumb. There’s one bed.

Let Me Protect You by @littleredstarfish Bucky x reader: He's strong but he still needs protection.

deny (with love) my labor by @divine-mistake Bucky x reader: “I’m here,” you sob, hand shaking. “I’m right here, Bucky. I’m here. I’m here. Bucky, please. I’m here. Please don’t leave me. I’m here. I’m right here.” Or, five times Bucky Barnes has a nightmare, and one time you do.

The World’s A Little Blurry by @summergrls Masterlist Bucky x reader: Glimpses into a (mostly) quiet life with the Winter Soldier.

*Oasis by @bubblebucky Bucky x reader: It’s your first time with Bucky, and Bucky’s first time in 80 years.

call it fate, call it karma by @belladonnabarnes Bucky x reader: Sometimes I steal flowers from your garden on my way to the cemetery but today you’ve caught me and have demanded to come with me to make sure the girl is pretty enough to warrant flower theft and I’m trying to figure out how to break it to you that we’re on our way to a graveyard.

*bucky convinces you to sit on his face by @bunnywritesmarvel

*Chaste by @tiffdawg Mando x reader: It’s tradition for couples not to have sex once a marriage promise is made. Not until the wedding night.

*way down we go by @goldafterglow Mando x reader: Din is made of mismatched shards that you bind together - until you want to watch them fall apart.

*kneel at my alter by @filthybookworm Mando x reader: I’m a Mandalorian. Weapons are part of my religion.

*I’m not gonna touch you until you beg by @mxsamwilson

*dripping by @cptnbvcks Javi x reader: Javi brings you something to take the edge off during one of colombia’s heatwaves

*What It Is You Do (To Me) by @filthybookworm Javi x reader: He’s never mentioned a vest before, is all you can think, mouth parting as your tongue drags across your lower lip in an unconscious expression of desire. What is it, you wonder, that makes it look so good?

*Dinner & Diatribes by mxsamwilson Oberyn Martell x black!reader: Oberyn catches your eye from across the room and holds your gaze. His deep eyes swallow you whole, burn straight through you like twin flames, and you’re falling into him once again. Helpless.

*one single thread of gold tied to you by @spacelabrathor Alpha!Deku x Omega!reader: Pro Hero Deku is a frequent visitor at your support lab and you're grateful for it. He's one of your high profile clients and his quirk is strong enough that he has to come for suit repairs near twice a month. It helps that he's one of the most bearable alphas you've ever met, affable and kind, and he never judges you for being a rare omega in the hero line of work. It also helps that he's painfully, absurdly hot. You're perhaps never more grateful for his nature than when the building housing your lab collapses with the two of you in it, and as the walls and floors of your lab crumble, so does the suppressor device that keeps your heats in check and your hormones under control. As the dust settles, you realize you are trapped by rubble and dust and twisted metal with perhaps the only alpha alive that you trust, as your adrenaline surges and your carefully suppressed heat cycle comes roaring to life.

baby mine, don’t you cry by @kaitsukibakugo Deku x reader: A quiet early morning moment between Reader and Deku and their newborn baby.

*you’re such a good girl for me by @rat-suki

*dilf!Deku by @sems-diarie

*more dilf!Deku by sems-diarie

*wreck my plans (that’s my man) by @spacelabrathor Bakugo x reader: You inform Bakugo that he's a control freak who can't cede control in any area of his life for any reason, and, because he's Bakugo, he immediately, furiously rises to the challenge.

*Thin Walls by @rat-suki Bakugo x reader: Katsuki’s loud, obnoxiously so. And you’re the one who has to deal with it.

*all through the night by @some-kindofgnome Bakugo x reader: You and Bakugo have chased a villain far out of the city- too far to make it back for the night. You find somewhere decent to bed down, but there’s a little problem with your room.

*imagine bakugo easing into you, no prep by @sems-diarie

Soon to be dad!Bakugo by @luciilferss

Subtlety is my middle name by luciilferss

Pro hero Bakugo taking care of you by luciilferss

mean!Bakugo has a soft spot for you by @ihatebnha

*Bakugo with a pillow princess girlfriend by @hanji-is-life

*Dumb slut Bakugo by @ihatebnha

*villian!Bakugo takes you in an alleyway by @lookslikeleese

*the folly of man by @dymphnasprose Todoroki x reader: Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss.

*toshinori as a lover by @spacelabrathor

at my worst by @hiiraya Wanda Maximoff x reader: Slow dancing in the kitchen with Wanda.

wanda + pianist au by @helahades

Fireman Sam by @buckysknifecollection Firefighter!Sam Wilson x reader: You visit the local police station and catch the eye of a certain firefighter.

*size kink with geralt by @lovely-cryptid

*Heat by fettsvette Boba Fett x reader: Set after the second season of The Mandalorian. Boba Fett takes you on a faraway hunt that involves a prolonged journey through hyperspace. You’re horny as fuck, but your man is too preoccupied with running a tight ship to pay you any mind - until things get a little too desperate.

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scarletvisionss · 3 years

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Flufftober Day 6 - Fireman's Carry

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Geralt/Jaskier

Word Count: 1,527

They’re gathering wood for a fire when Geralt hears a low pop followed by a dull thud somewhere off behind him, and then Jaskier’s voice, high and shrill, “Melitele’s tits!”

Jaskier may be prone to drama, but Geralt knows what the bard sounds like when he’s in genuine pain, so he drops his stack of wood and pulls his sword, slicing through the underbrush, and comes across Jaskier sprawled on the forest floor. Geralt gives a sharp sniff, but he can’t detect anything beside the two of them and a few birds high up in the treetops. Jaskier, on the ground, is blinking dazedly up at the sky, his face screwed up in pain; despite Geralt’s general insistence that he doesn’t give a damn about the bard and his company, he feels a traitorous tug somewhere deep within his chest, and he kneels beside him. “Jaskier?” he asks, putting a hand on the bard’s side.

Jaskier sits up, grimacing. “I twisted my bloody ankle,” he hisses out, then winces. “And hit my head on the ground.” He reaches to touch his foot, but Geralt knocks his hand aside.

“Let me,” he grunts, and Jaskier agreeably lifts his injured leg, breath catching faintly in pain. Geralt takes his ankle in hand, feeling along the bard’s boot and rolling the joint very gently, and Jaskier makes a quiet, choked noise, a wave of pain-scent rolling off of him. “I don’t think it’s broken,” he says. “Just sprained.”

Jaskier huffs out a breath. “Fabulous. What a perfect thing to happen when we’re off in the middle of nowhere, and oh yeah, you insisted on leaving Roach behind.”

“The underbrush is too thick for Roach to ride through,” Geralt says, mild. “Which is why I offered to leave you behind. Lean forward.” It’s a testament to how aggravated Jaskier is that he doesn’t argue or try to hit on him, just leans forward so Geralt can run his fingers up the back of Jaskier’s head, parting his hair and touching his scalp gently while Jaskier clenches a hand onto Geralt’s thigh and grunts in pain. Geralt pats Jaskier’s side like he would Roach’s. “There’s no bleeding,” Geralt murmurs, “just a small bump. You’ll be fine.” He releases Jaskier, and the bard shuffles backward to sit up against the tree he’d tripped over.

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#flufftober2021 #flufftober #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #my fic #geralt of rivia #jaskoer #the witcher #witcher fanfic

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fangirlshrewt97 · 3 years

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Jaskier: I'M TOO HOT...

Jaskier: *points at Geralt*

Jaskier: :D

Geralt:

Jaskier: :D

Geralt:

Jaskier: :D

Geralt: *sighs*

Geralt: *monotone with deadpan expression* Hot damn.

Jaskier: CALL THE POLICE AND THE FIREMAN-

#incorrect witcher quotes #the witcher #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geraskier #source: tumblr

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squishycheekanon · 2 years

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Techno vibes

Alpha!Techno

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Mafia!Techno

God!Techno

Passerine!Techno

Biker!Techno

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Baker!Techno

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Gladiator!Techno

Roommate!Techno

Lord!Techno

Soft!Dark!Neighbour!Techno

Piglin!Folklore!Techno

CEO!Techno

SugarDaddy!Techno

Geralt!Techno

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Bodyguard!Techno

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Lawyer!Techno

Butler!Techno

#squishycheekanon #beefy!techno #squishtalks #squishysneekpeaks #squishyreblogs

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ao3feed-geralt-jaskier · 3 years

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by lady_romanov

Jaskier sprains his ankle, and Geralt is very Not Concerned about it.

(For Flufftober Day 6 - Fireman's Carry)

Words: 1527, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of Flufftober 2021

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

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

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

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

Additional Tags: Flufftober, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Romantic Friendship, they're my emotional support idiots in love who don't know they're married, fellas is it gay to tenderly carry your best friend through the woods just bc he hurt his ankle, Emotionally Constipated Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, and more news at eleven, acts of service

#ao3feed #fanfic #the witcher #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geralt z rivii

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pepsimaxxing · 4 years

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Jaskier: I’M TOO HOT *points at Geralt*

Geralt:

Jaskier: :D

Geralt:

Jaskier: :D

Geralt:

Jaskier: :D

Geralt: *monotone and with a deadpan expression* Hot damn

Jaskier: CALL THE POLICE AND THE FIREMAN

#geralt #geralt of rivia #jaskier #dandelion #witcher #the witcher #joey batey #henry cavill #toss a coin to your witcher

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jaskierswolf · 3 years

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You Set My Heart Ablaze (19/25)

Previous ________________________

Yennefer pulled up to the school gates in her car. It was two weeks into the summer term at Dol Blathanna and three weeks since she’d last seen Ciri. She rolled her eyes at her own sentimentality. She’d always adored Duny and Pavetta’s daughter. She’d been dating Geralt when Pavetta had announced her pregnancy. It had been a strange moment for Yennefer. She’d never thought of herself as particularly maternal and children had never been something she’d craved in life, but when Pavetta had shown them all the photos of the tiny baby growing inside her womb, something had changed irrevocably.

She wanted that.

She’d always thought her career and financial security would be everything for her, but how could it be everything when she was missing a family.

She scoffed. She’d been naive at the time. She’d thought that her relationship with Geralt would last that time, that it would be the time when they didn’t crash and burn. She’d even considered asking him to marry her. She had loved him and they’d been on and off for years already at that point. Geralt and Yennefer, the romantic saga that would put fairytales to shame. Duny and Pavetta had even asked them both to be godparents.

A month later Geralt and Yennefer had split up… again.

But now, seven year old Ciri was bringing back all those old wants and aches. She’d spent a week with the girl in Cidaris before handing her back to Geralt in Posada, just in time for the girl’s birthday. Yennefer had stuck around long enough to help Geralt wrangle Ciri’s classmates for her party and then she’d made her way back home.

Only it didn’t feel like home anymore.

She hated that she was always the one to leave her family behind. She hated that she had almost become an outsider to the most important people in her life. She was terrified that they would move on without her. Triss seemed to rather taken with Eskel, and Yennefer felt a twinge of regret for not introducing her own friends to the family sooner. Geralt’s family had become her own, but Yennefer had never quite managed to allow Geralt into her own life. The only person he had met had been Istredd, and that was because Is had confronted Geralt just after she’d started dating him at University.

She didn’t want to miss out anymore.

She’d already started looking for flats halfway between Cidaris and Posada, she’d even thought about moving her gallery to Vengerberg. Her family had originated from there generations ago and she’d always thought it would be a little on the nose to move there but there was something poetic about it that intrigued her, that was after all why she had chosen Aedirn out of all the galleries offered to her at a young age. A Vengerberg canvas in Aedirn Gallery. The irony had been too good to resist.

Vengerberg was also much closer to Posada and to Ciri.

For now she had to be contented with ferrying back and forth across the Continent whenever she wanted to see Ciri, the girl she had come to love as a daughter.

She groaned when she noticed Jaskier standing amongst the children. Of course it was his turn on after school duty. Nevertheless she stood tall and glided towards the gaggle of children. She’d texted Coën from the petrol station on the way to Posada to let him know that he didn’t need to pick Ciri up from school tonight. Vesemir would be over after work to look after Ciri this evening. Yennefer and Geralt would have the delight of summer parents’ evening. Yennefer was rather looking forward to being on the other side of it for the first time. Poor Buttercup didn’t stand a chance.

Ciri screamed excitably when she saw Yennefer approach and Yennefer soon had her arms full of her daughter as she knelt down to hug Ciri.

“Auntie Yen!” Ciri laughed. “But I only just saw you!”

“I know, Princess,” Yennefer hugged the girl tightly “but I couldn’t stay away.”

“Are you staying this time?” Ciri asked, looking up at her with wide emerald eyes.

Yennefer sighed with a heavy heart. “Not this time, Ciri, but I’m working on it, alright?”

Ciri pouted and scrunched her nose up. “But…”

Yennefer bopped her nose. “Patience, Ciri.”

“Yennefer, what a delight.” Jaskier drawled sarcastically.

Yennefer looked up at the teacher with a smirk. Oh the things she would say if they weren’t in front of the children.

“Buttercup, pleasure as always.” Yennefer returned his sarcasm.

It wasn’t that she hated the teacher, quite the opposite in fact, she actually admired him in some ways but at this point the scathing remarks and barely concealed loathing was just a part of their routine.

“Mr Rivia didn’t mention that you would be picking up Ciri this evening.” Jaskier tilted his head, tossing his fringe away from his eyes. “It really is common courtesy to let the school know.”

“Geralt doesn’t know, Buttercup. It’s called a surprise which requires subtlety and discretion, neither of which you possess.” Yennefer smiled at the teacher.

He glowered at her with blue fire dancing in his eyes.

“Oh I can be very discreet, I’m more discreet than, than a Redanian spy!” Jaskier huffed with his hands on his hips. “Oh no.” His jaw dropped at some unspoken realisation. “No no. No!” He pointed at her accusingly.

“What’s wrong Mr Jaskier?” Ciri asked.

Jaskier blushed and stammered. “Oh, nothing. Nothing’s wrong, little Buttercup.”

“Mr Jaskier!” Ciri gasped. “Are you lying to me?”

Jaskier froze and Yennefer cackled. “Yes, Jaskier, Are you lying to her?”

He stammered unintelligibly before clearing his throat. “Right. Yes, Sorry Ciri. I meant that there is nothing wrong that you need to worry about, I just remembered something.”

Ciri put her hands on her hips, looking a little too much like Jaskier’s mini-me for Yennefer’s liking. “About Auntie Yen?”

Yennefer smirked. She could see the litany of curses Jaskier was saying in his head. He smiled brightly down at Ciri, though Yennefer could see the anger still dancing in his eyes when he glanced back at her. “I had just forgotten it was parents’ evening tonight. Yennefer reminded me, that’s all Ciri, I promise.”

Ciri scowled up at her teacher, scrutinising his words and then broke into her own dazzling smile. “Ok!”

Jaskier visibly relaxed. “So, Yennefer, will you be looking after Ciri tonight?”

Yennefer shook her head. “Not this time, Buttercup. I will be joining Geralt for parents’ evening.”

Jaskier raised an eyebrow at her. “Oh?”

Ciri squealed. “Are you and dad getting back together?”

Jaskier’s face lost all colour. “An… unexpected development.” His voice cracked.

Yennefer sighed. She didn’t want to get Ciri’s hopes up. She had no intention on getting back together with Geralt, she’d just been trying to get a rise out of the teacher, which had absolutely worked. “We can discuss this in the car, Cirilla. Come now.”

It took a while but Yennefer eventually managed to convince Ciri that she was, in fact, not dating Geralt again. The young girl seemed a little disappointed by this.

“He just gets lonely.” She sniffed. “He tries to hide it but I see it, when he doesn’t realise I’m looking.”

“I know, Princess, but Geralt and I,” Yennefer sighed “We weren’t a good match.”

Ciri scrunched her nose up. “I just thought, if Geralt’s my dad and you were dating then… that would make you my mum.”

Yennefer almost crashed the car. As it was she had to pull over, her hands were shaking too much on the steering wheel.

“Auntie Yen?” Ciri asked quietly.

“I wouldn’t mind if you called me mum’” Yennefer took Ciri’s little hand in hers and squeezed tightly. “I can be that, with or without Geralt.”

Ciri grinned and unbuckled her seatbelt before clambering into Yennefer’s lap.

“Ok, Mum.” Ciri mumbled as she hugged Yennefer tightly. Yennefer felt like she couldn’t breathe, like a single breath would shatter the moment and she’d wake up back in Cidaris and this would have all been a dream.

She settled for holding the girl in her arms in blessed silence, holding onto the feeling for as long as she possibly could and praying to the gods that the moment would last forever.

___________________________________

Yennefer had just about managed to find something edible enough to feed Ciri for dinner. She’d been disgusted at the amount of tins in the cupboards compared to the fresh vegetables in the fridge. Luckily, Geralt seemed to have a better stock of frozen vegetables to make up for the lack of fresh produce. Ciri had grumbled about it and said that Coën and Geralt usually let her have pizza and chips.

Yennefer challenged this proclamation with a stare and eventually Ciri mumbled something about pizza and chips being a Friday or weekend treat.

Ciri was now scowling at the plate of chicken and vegetables in front of her. Yennefer rolled her eyes.

“Ciri, you have got to eat something.” She sighed. “You’ve even got chips.”

“I don’t like spinach.” Ciri pouted.

“You ate it in Cidaris.” Yennefer stated cooly. “What’s changed, Princess?”

Ciri scrunched up her nose. “Slimy, tastes funny.”

Yennefer narrowed her eyes at the greenery on Ciri’s plate. “Let me try.”

Ciri pushed the plate towards her and Yennefer took a forkful, it tasted exactly the same as when she’d made it for Ciri back at her flat in Cidaris. She pursed her lips together and told Ciri to close her eyes.

“Why?” Ciri asked.

“The magic only works if you have your eyes shut, Princess.” Yennefer said calmly, allowing herself a small smile when she noticed Ciri trying to peek from behind her hands. “Eyes shut, Ciri.”

“Fine!” The young girl huffed.

Yennefer moved the spinach around on her plate and whispered a low fake incantation under her breath, just loud enough so the girl could hear. Ciri giggled and wiggled excitably in her seat.

“Now, Ciri. You must understand that Geralt can’t do this and it takes a lot of power so I can’t do it every meal time, alright?” Yennefer stated firmly, her hand hovering over Ciri’s plate.

“Yes, Mum.” Ciri drawled and Yennefer knew if the girl’s eyes were open she’d be rolling them.

“Good, now open your eyes and eat your dinner.” Yennefer said, pulling her hand away just as Ciri opened her eyes.

Ciri wolfed down her dinner without another word and Yennefer let out a small sigh of relief. After dinner, Yennefer plopped Ciri down in front of the TV to watch that pony show that she was so fond of, Geralt’s influence no doubt.

She sat down beside Ciri, scrolling through her social media on her phone. She shared a few posts from upcoming artists that she wanted to promote and tapped out a few biting remarks on replies that were from sensitive assholes who didn’t like that a woman was successful in their industry. She vaguely tried to follow the plot of the episode that Ciri was watching but she’d never understood the talking ponies.

She looked up when she heard keys in the door.

“Dad!” Ciri jumped up and ran to the front door. “Uncle Vesemir!”

Geralt picked Ciri up as she jumped at him. “Hi Princess, good day at school?” He asked before noticing Yennefer lounging on the sofa. “Yen?”

“Geralt.” She smiled and made her way across the room. “Vesemir.”

“Hello Yennefer.” The older man nodded.

Geralt shifted Ciri into one arm and pulled Yennefer in for a hug.

“I didn’t know you were visiting?” He asked gently.

She kissed his cheek and the pulled away to ruffle Ciri’s hair. “I was hoping to join you for parents’ evening. She’s my goddaughter too. I want to be a bigger part of her life, Geralt.”

Geralt scowled and glanced at Vesemir. “Yen.” He sighed with a sad smile. “I don’t think—”

“Not like that.” She swatted his arm. “I’m doing this for Ciri, Geralt. Not for you.”

Geralt visibly relaxed. “Right.”

“Mum can do magic!” Ciri shouted, a little too loudly judging by the way Geralt winced.

He raised an eyebrow at Yennefer. “Mum?”

“Obviously, Dad you never told me Mum was magic!” Ciri pouted.

Geralt hummed and put Ciri down on the floor, kneeling next to her. “Well she never told me, cub.”

Ciri covered her mouth with her hands, her emerald eyes went wide. “Was it meant to be a secret?” She mumbled behind her hands.

Yennefer shook her head. “Not at all, your father just never noticed.”

Geralt grumbled.

“Only the wisest of people realised, little sparrow.” Vesemir chuckled and moved further into the living room. “Ciri, are you going to show me what you’ve learnt on that instrument of yours? Geralt says Priscilla has been very impressed with how quickly you’ve picked it up.”

Ciri grinned and ran to the corner of the room the pick up the small ukulele case. “Mr Jaskier helps me during lunch sometimes! He says that practice makes perfect and even Mr Jaskier needs to keep practicing to learn new things all the time!”

“Does he now?” Yennefer smirked at Geralt who had suddenly gone very still.

“Yup!” Ciri grinned and pulled out a small plastic whistle. “This helps to make sure the strings sound right.” She explained and then started to blow on the whistle, and plucking at the strings of the small instrument.

“That’s very clever, little sparrow. Show me, how do I hold it?” Vesemir asked warmly.

And just like that the old man had Ciri’s full focus.

Geralt leant against the wall with his arms cross. His hair was pulled into a messy bun at the back of his head today, not his usual look but one that was rather handsome. Yennefer felt a pang of regret and yearning at the loss of their relationship but it passed quickly. They’d both moved on for a good reason, and things were going well with Istredd, slowly but well.

“Why are you here, Yen?” Geralt asked quietly.

Yennefer rolled her eyes. “I already told you that, Geralt.”

He shook his head. “Nothing is ever so simple with you.”

“Can’t you just trust me for once?” Yennefer asked, bristling a little at his accusation.

He was right, of course, she did have an ulterior motive for being here. She wanted to watch his interactions with the teacher, perhaps plant a few seeds of jealousy so they’d have to act on their feelings. This was her first plan. Jaskier knew that Yennefer was Geralt’s ex so he would no doubt be envious to see them co-parenting Ciri. She just needed to make sure she didn’t overdo it and put the teacher off.

If this failed then she had another idea. She wondered whether Jaskier knew that Geralt was attracted to men. Geralt didn’t exactly radiate queer vibes and passed very well as a straight man when it suited him. Therefore she’d been in contact with another one of Geralt’s exes, an older man that he’d dated briefly when they’d been broken up. Regis and Geralt’s relationship hadn’t ended badly and the two were still friends. They didn’t see each other very often due to work commitments but they had the kind of friendship that lasted regardless of time and distance. Regis had been delighted to hear about Geralt’s little infatuation with Jaskier and had agreed to help out should it be required.

But that was Plan B. Plan A was tonight.

He narrowed his eyes and then nodded with a low hum.

“We have about an hour before we need to leave. I have the last slot with Jaskier. Vesemir will be here to put Ciri to bed.” Geralt explained.

Yennefer nodded and pulled her friend over to the living room where Ciri was patiently trying to teach Vesemir how to play a nursery rhyme on her ukulele. “Come on, White Wolf, what have I missed?”

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“You don’t have to do this, Yen.” Geralt grumbled as they strode into reception together.

Yennefer rolled her eyes. Geralt had said the same thing at least a dozen times on the drive to the school. At least he’d had the common sense to let her drive instead of going in that disgusting truck. “I want to do this, Geralt, and your whining is not going to change my mind so shut up and try not to look like I’m leading you to the gallows.”

“Feels like it.” He muttered.

At this rate her eyes would be stuck in the back of her head. She linked her arm with his as they entered the foyer. Triss greeted them with a wave.

“Yen!” She called happily. “Geralt.”

“Hi Triss.” Yennefer smiled at her friend, a little envious of her easy going nature. There wasn’t a single person that didn’t adore Triss, she just had this way about her that made you want to be her friend, made you want to be better. Yennefer was not immune to this. It was one of the reasons they had remained friends for so many years.

“Do we need to sign in?” Geralt asked, straight to the point as always.

Triss passed him the register. “Just like before.”

Geralt hummed thoughtfully. “Hopefully not.” He gave Triss a sheepish smile.

“No.” She agreed with a laugh. “I would really prefer it if we didn’t have to call the police.”

Yennefer frowned as she looked between her ex and her best friend. “The police?” She asked haughtily.

“A misunderstanding.” Geralt grumbled. “If you’re staying the night I’ll tell you later.”

“Staying the night?” Triss asked, taking back the register with a raised eyebrow.

“School hall?” Geralt asked, ignoring Triss’s look of surprise.

“Umm. Yes. That’s right.” Triss was still eyeballing them.

“I’ll text you later.” Yennefer murmured and followed Geralt towards the main hall.

There were tables stationed all around the room, just like she remembered from her time as a teachers. Fuck she hated Parents’ Evening. It had been hell on earth. She caught Istredd’s eyes across the room and gave him a small smile. She was grateful that Geralt had book the last slot of the evening, it meant that there was a chance she could see Istredd when he was done. Luckily it was a Friday which meant that even if she didn’t get to see him tonight, there was always the weekend.

“Ah, Geralt!” Jaskier waved them over with a smile as another couple stood up to leave. “Yennefer.” He added more cooly.

Yennefer frowned. Triss and Eskel hadn’t been lying when they’d said that both Geralt and Jaskier had stopped moping around, but she hadn’t been expecting Jaskier to act so friendly towards Geralt, especially after weeks of supposedly avoiding him.

What the fuck was going on?

She glanced over at Geralt to see his reaction.

The man was fucking blushing.

“Mr Pankratz.” He shook Jaskier’s hand, smiling far too fondly for Yennefer’s liking.

Now, many people said that Geralt Rivia was hard to read. He had a habit of not saying much, especially when he was feeling overwhelmed, but Yennefer had always found him to be an open book. His face didn’t hide much and she had learnt to read even the smallest twitch of a smile dancing on his lips. So the way he smiled so openly at Jaskier told Yennefer everything she needed to know.

“Geralt,” She whispered in his ear, gripping his arm tightly. “Tell me, exactly how long have you two been fucking?”

Geralt growled and pulled away from her. “What the fuck, Yen?”

Jaskier laughed nervously. “Geralt? What’s going on?”

Geralt’s face was like thunder. “Nothing. Right Yen?” He asked pointedly, glancing over at Tissaia’s table.

Ah yes. Tissaia was currently headmistress, she’d heard all about that from Triss and Is.

“Oh no one is supposed to know!” She said a little too loudly.

“Shut up, Yen.” Geralt grumbled.

“Know what?” Jaskier asked. Geralt’s eyes flashed to Jaskier dangerously. “Oooh. That. Right. Yes.”

Yennefer smiled sweetly at the two idiots in front of her. “So, how long?”

“How long have I been teaching Ciri?” Jaskier asked pointedly.

Yennefer smirked but decided to it go. They were here to discuss her daughter after all. “Ciri, right yes of course. Since September I assume.”

“That’s right.” Jaskier said firmly. “The whole class has made excellent progress with learning sign language, one of my Buttercups is deaf,” He explained “but young Ciri is leaps and bounds ahead of the rest of them. She has the amazing ability to absorb new information and a wonderful dedication to her class work and friends.”

Yennefer smiled, genuinely for the first time since they’d entered the hall. She knew Ciri was special but hearing Jaskier confirm it warmed her usually icy heart.

“I am concerned that she’s throwing herself into her work instead of learning to process the trauma in her life.” Jaskier added. “Did you think anymore about what I said, Geralt?”

Geralt nodded. “I’ve been looking. I just…” He paused and frowned as he tried to gather his words. “I don’t know how to talk to Ciri about it.” He admitted.

“About what?” Yennefer asked. “Maybe I can help?”

Jaskier looked at Geralt with a tilt of his head. Geralt gave a small nod.

Yennefer scoffed, apparently they were communicating non-verbally now as well. What a fucking delight!

“I suggested that Ciri might benefit from some therapy.” Jaskier said quietly. “She’s been through, gods, she’s been through so much.”

“But she’s fine.” Yennefer interjected.

“On the surface” Jaskier agreed “but we don’t know, we can’t know, how much she’s bottling up underneath.”

“It’s a good idea, Yen.” Geralt said softly.

Yennefer sighed. She hated it but they were right. She remembered her own therapist from her childhood, they weren’t happy memories and the thought of Ciri having to go through the same thing made her want to scream, but in the end it had helped her. It was just a difficult process with no clear step by step journey, some days it felt like the therapy just made it worse before it got better again.

“Yen?” Geralt took her hand and squeezed gently.

“I’ll talk to her” She agreed “but the decision is hers.”

“That’s all we can ask.” Jaskier smiled sadly and then immediately brightened up. “Pris tells me her ukulele lessons are going wonderfully! She might even want to consider getting a guitar soon, it will be a little difficult for her to hold an adult guitar but there are smaller sizes that she can look at, it will be more challenging than the ukulele. There are six strings rather the four on the ukulele. My lute has thirteen so we don’t recommend that one for a while.”

“Not everyone wants to learn every stringed instrument in existence, Buttercup.” Yennefer said dryly.

“Which is a tragedy!” Jaskier laughed. “And I’ll have you know, I bought a flute the other day. I’m branching out.”

Yennefer smirked. “Practicing your blowing skills?”

Jaskier raised an eyebrow at her with a playful smile. “Oh, darling, I don’t need any practice with that.”

Geralt cleared his throat and blushed vividly. “Let’s stay on topic shall we?”

Jaskier and Yennefer, surprisingly, laughed in unison at Geralt’s discomfort.

Well wasn’t that an unexpected development?

Perhaps Jaskier wasn’t as bad as she thought. They shared a smile before Jaskier delved deeper into Ciri’s progress and work at school. _____________________

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Ok HC time: people often forget that Jaskier is strong for a human, because he has no reason to show off and he’s surrounded by Witcher’s and perfectly happy to be manhandled himself. But like, he’s canonically over six foot, and can take care of himself in a fight fairly well against other humans, and I’m assuming he trains with Aubrey on occasion. I have this idea that one day Eskel or Geralt aren’t paying attention, and he goes over and picks one of them up, and suddenly oh that’s a THING

Or else like, they have a day where the trainees are practicing the proper way to get a comrade to safety if they’re taken out during a fight. And of course the wolves volunteer to help out, and out of the blue Jaskier comes over and lifts one of them into a fireman carry (Witcher carry?) and RUNS to the other end of the courtyard at a fairly nice clip. And everyone knows Witcher’s can’t blush but with that look they have on everybody knows they would if they could.

*delighted giggling*

He is quite strong for a human, and yes, he does train a bit with Aubry, and spends a lot of time running up and down the endless stairs of Kaer Morhen, so yeah, he could probably manhandle his Witchers a little.

They’d probably enjoy it.

#questions answered

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Yoga. Just Yoga.

The text from Cahir came out of the blue and Lambert couldn’t help but laugh at the poor man’s misfortune.

I’ve been roped into helping with the new yoga class. You need to come and do this with me. Trust me.

When he showed Aiden, there were now two of them snickering over the idea of Cahir helping run a yoga class. The man was merciless in running his spin classes at the gym but yoga? That was almost beyond imagining.

“Do we go?” Aiden asked.

“Fuck yeah! I want to go laugh at him.” Smirking, he gave Aiden a kiss on the cheek. “Odds on us getting thrown out within the first half of the class?”

Aiden’s eyes darkened. “I think we’ll make it to the second half. Loser gets to top tonight and I want you to fuck me silly.”

“Only if we bring Cahir back with us,” Lambert mulled. “It’s been a while since he joined us.”

Deal struck, they made arrangements, phoning up the gym and booking their places on the new yoga course. It was mildly disappointing that it was called ‘Yoga’ plain and simple. Nothing fancy, nothing that they could quietly mock or make guesses about who ran it. They had jostling bets about whether it would be a young guy with fake glasses and a man-bun or an older woman who has aligned her chakras on a post-retirement tour of the world. Needless to say, Lambert and Aiden were as crass and indulging stereotypes as they could be. Mostly it was at Cahir’s expense - the man had expressed quite a strong dislike of the young, slender and overly happy types, especially when they wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. He had a type and they were not it. However, Lambert and Aiden were a much different story. What they had was more of a fuckbuddies with hesitant emotions kind of thing going on. Which meant that Cahir happily tumbled into bed with them, even made breakfast in the morning but none of them had quite hit the stage yet where they wanted to have a conversation about making things a little more exclusive.

Stepping into the studio, Lambert rolled his eyes. Why Aiden insisted on always being early was beyond him. To make things worse, Cahir had messaged to say he’ll be late, something about a first aid incident in the aerobics class. Thankfully, they weren’t the first ones there though. There was already a guy sitting on a bench at the edge of the room in a hoodie and joggers, seemingly engrossed in his phone. He made the yoga class to very worth coming to already and Lambert made a beeline for him, sitting down heavily to make the bench bounce to announce his presence.

“You here for the yoga shit too?” he asked.

“Yep.” The man didn’t look up from his phone and, a less than subtle glance revealed he was watching a video of baby goats. Lambert was torn between being outraged that a goat video was more enthralling than him but also a little enamoured. After a longer silence when it became apparent that the man wasn’t going to say anything more, Aiden piped up.

“Us too. I’m Aiden, that asshole next to you is Lambert.

“Eskel.”

So the man wasn’t very verbose. He was still pretty, even with the scars that Lambert somehow only just noticed marring half his face. He had to try again with the whole talking thing. “So, goats. That your thing?”

Slightly irritated, the man shoved his phone in the pocket of his hoodie. “I find watching them helps with my anxiety.”

“Oh don’t be nervous!” Aiden chimed in, being less than helpful with such an exclamation. “You stick with Lambert and I, we’ll look after you. And you won’t be worse than us, we’ve never done this before. Though I must warn you, we’ll probably get kicked out.”

That at least got a raised eyebrow from Eskel. “That so?”

Just as he seemed to maybe start opening up, more people entered the room and the mood to chat seemed to disappear. Eskel pulled his phone out again after a glance at the new arrivals. Much to Lambert’s surprise, Jaskier and Geralt were there too, Jaskier in lurid green, skin tight pants that left nothing to the imagination.

“The fuck you doing here?” Lambert asked, pulling Geralt in for a hug.

Grunting, Geralt shoved him away and jerked a thumb at Jaskier. “We’re here for the show.”

As the clock hit the hour, Cahir strode in, looking a little harried but imposing. And damn if Lambert didn’t wish they could skip out on the class in favour of a fumble in a supply closet.

“Welcome everyone,” Cahir announced. “This is our brand new yoga class with a new teacher who has joined our team. Please be kind and welcoming to Eskel.”

The man in question ambled up to the front of the class and gave a small wave. “Hello everyone, thank you for joining. A few ground rules, this is meant to be a fun class for all abilities. I don’t kick anyone out, if someone wants to leave, they do it under their own steam.” His eyes were fixed on Lambert and Aiden as he spoke. “Now, let’s do a gentle warm-up.”

If Lambert thought he was in trouble before, this was ten times worse. Attractive, witty and oh so fucking flexible, Eskel was a walking wet dream. He glance to Aiden who grinned and leaned in as they stretched.

“So glad my joggers aren’t tight. I’m half hard already.”

Lambert snickered and nodded along. Next to Eskel, Cahir rolled his eyes at them at tipped his head towards Eskel in a less than subtle manner. Lambert winked at him with enthusiasm which, unfortunately, Eskel caught and turned to look at Cahir who did the worst impression of innocent stretching. Somewhere on the other side of the room Jaskier coughed to hide his laugh.

It turned out yoga was actually really fucking difficult. While Eskel made it seem easy, showing poses and walking through the class to help adjust postures, Lambert was quaking by the end and Aiden was on his back staring at the ceiling. The rest of the class filtered out, Jaskier giving Aiden a friendly kick to the foot as he passed all while snickering.

“So,” Eskel asked as he wandered over. “You didn’t get kicked out.”

“I wouldn’t kick you out of my bed,” Lambert shot back, not even caring that it didn’t make much sense. “Just please only bring your flexibility to the bedroom, not this quiet sadism you bring to class.”

“Seconded,” Aiden whined. “You’ll have to carry me to bed, I can’t walk.”

Snorting, Eskel sat down next to them and peered up at Cahir who, after glancing at the clock, plopped down next to him. Aiden rolled onto his stomach to peer pitifully up at them from his spot.

“Brave of you to assume I’m taking you anywhere near a bed,” Eskel grumbled.

His words had Lambert whining pitifully. “But you’re so pretty. Tell him Aiden. He has a free pass to our bed.”

Eskel glanced to Cahir, an eyebrow raised. “I see your point.”

A wicked grin flashed across Cahir’s face. “There’s some changing room that I’ve conveniently shut for cleaning just round the corner.”

“I’ll carry Lambert.”

Just like that Eskel bridal style hefted Lambert up who let out a happy whoop while Cahir snagged Aiden and threw him over his shoulder in an undignified fireman’s carry. He did pat him consolingly on the butt as they went, knowing that he would be forgiving the moment he was set down on a bench in the changing rooms and he spotted a lube and condoms conveniently left within reach.

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