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[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

If you still want prompts, how about 2 for Geraskier? 💚💕

2. A casual touch on the shoulder to acknowledge them

Jaskier is sitting by the campfire, hunched over his lute as he mulls over a particularly tricky lyric, when he’s startled by the unexpected feeling of a hand brushing his shoulder. With a shriek, he startles and drops his lute. It’s not until a hand snaps out and seizes his lute before it can crash to the ground that he realizes that it’s not some ruffian who’s snuck up on him while he’s composing, but Geralt.

“Geralt!” Jaskier claps a hand over his chest. “You just scared the shit out of me! I didn’t know it was you!”

Holding Jaskier’s lute in one hand and an apple in the other, Geralt looks at him blankly. “Who else would it have been?”

“I don’t know! That’s why I was scared shitless.” Jaskier doesn’t point out that in the months they’ve been traveling together, Geralt has touched him a grand total of three times. Once was the punch that Jaskier can fully admit that he deserved. The second time was when he grabbed Jaskier’s arm to drag him away from a drowner who was about to snatch him while he bathed. The third time was to press a damp cloth over a gash in Jaskier’s arm left by a griffin. All three times, the contact was brief and businesslike, lasting mere seconds.

Jaskier gets the impression that Geralt doesn’t like being touched, which has been an adjustment. He’s used to exchanging casual touches with his friends and family—kissing his mother and sisters on the foreheads, picking up his nieces and nephews and spinning them around, throwing an arm around Essi’s shoulders, leaning against Valdo while they sit together. But every time Jaskier forgets himself and claps a hand on Geralt’s shoulder or picks a bit of grave hag out of his hair, the witcher looks like he’s just swallowed something sour.

Geralt snorts and holds out the apple. “Here. Your stomach has been growling for an hour.”

“Oh.” Jaskier blinks and takes the apple. Now that he’s not entirely focused on his composition, a new version of Toss a Coin recounting Geralt’s heroic defeat of a wyvern, he can feel the hollowness of hunger in his belly. “Thank you, Geralt. That’s… very thoughtful.”

“Hm. All the rumbling is disturbing my meditating.”

“And me playing the lute isn’t?”

“Getting fucking used to that,” Geralt grumbles, handing Jaskier his lute, and turns away.

Jaskier finds himself grinning at Geralt’s back. “Does that mean you’re starting to like my music?”

All that gets him is another grumble, but Jaskier’s spirits aren’t dampened. Because this is the first time that Geralt has ever touched him just to touch him. It wasn’t much, just a simple hand on his shoulder. It certainly wasn’t the myriad ways he’s guiltily fantasized about Geralt touching him over the last few months. But it’s still the first sign the witcher has given that he’s starting to grow comfortable in Jaskier’s company. That someday, he might even like having Jaskier around.

“Thank you, my friend,” he calls.

“Not your friend,” Geralt says, as Jaskier expected him to. Ah well, progress is progress, no matter how slow.

Jaskier takes a bite of his apple. It’s the best thing he’s tasted in a long time.

24 Touches Prompts

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[kueble]

Pleasantly Sore

Happy Monster March! I'm doing a little challenge with a few friends and wrote this for the prompt: Werewolf. The challenge was to keep it under 1k, so enjoy a bit of post-sex cuddling.

Mature, Warnings: Werewolf Geralt, Knotting, buckets of come. 600 words.

Geralt/Jaskier

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Jaskier tries to catch his breath, but he’s just had three extremely intense orgasms, the last one rushing through him when Geralt's knot popped past his rim. As he gasps for air, he can feel another pulse of come filling him, and he whines deep in his chest. Geralt lets out a noise that could be mistaken for a purr if he didn't keep insisting wolves don't purr. He looks up at Jaskier , his golden eyes glowing in the darkness surrounding them, and then licks his cheek sloppily.

Jaskier laughs at this before reaching down to rub him behind the ears. Geralt pushes against his hand, his tongue hanging out as he pants in puffs of hot air against Jaskier’s flushed face. He can't help leaning down and kissing Geralt’s nose, smiling as the werewolf hums at him. It comes out as a soft growl, but Jaskier is an excellent werewolf translator.

Geralt closes his eyes, probably exhausted after a night of running around the forest followed by hours of fucking. It only took a couple of months after he was cursed for the pair to figure out sex is the best way to calm him down on the night of a full moon. He usually passes out after he hits his limit, which is what's happening now.

Because Geralt is forever mistaking himself for a burden Jaskier is forced to put up with, he assumed Jaskier was forced into fucking him and tried to put a stop to it. After Jaskier very thoroughly explained how amazing it was to be opened up with a wet, rough tongue and then practically fucked through the forest floor, Geralt finally believed him. The only compromise they agreed to was that Jaskier would finger himself open so there was no chance of Geralt’s obscenely large cock hurting him. As if Jaskier wasn’t gagging for it each and every time.

Thankfully it turns out that riding his own oiled fingers while his werewolf waits for the chance to mount him is so ridiculously hot that Jaskier doesn’t miss the delicious burn of their first time.

At the moment, the fire has burnt down to coals, but the summer night is warm enough that Jaskier won't bother getting dressed again. Besides, he has his own personal heater sprawled out beneath him. He buries his face in the crook of Geralt’s neck and sighs into his soft fur. Geralt’s breathing has evened out, and he knows his lover is already deep asleep. He won't wake until well into the next morning, so Jaskier just lets his body melt against him, getting comfortable for the night.

Another wave of come pumps inside of him, and Jaskier whimpers at how fucking full he feels. Enough time has passed that this might be the end of it, and Geralt doesn't even wake even now. His belly feels tight as it presses into Geralt’s body, and he knows from experience that it looks swollen and round. Soon his knot will go down and his softening cock will slip out of Jaskier, allowing him to sleep as well.

His body is pleasantly sore in the way one gets after hours of lovemaking, and Jaskier lives for nights like this. Sure, Geralt can shift at will at this point, but he is always the wildest when the moon is full. Tomorrow he will wake covered in scratches and with dried come coating his thighs, but they're both badges he wears with pride. Jaskier feels Geralt’s prick begin to soften and allows his eyes to close, finally allowing sleep to wash over him.

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[officerjennie]

How about 39 + Jaskier/Eskel for the hug prompts?

I scrolled and scrolled and scrolled, and for the life of me I could not find the list this was from. So imma just make them hug it out

(considering this ask is 7 months old, something tells me you don't remember which one you asked for either😂)

Edit: I found a hug prompt list on someone else's blog and I'm running with it.

spinning in the air hugs, featuring trans Jaskier and happiness

It was the moment of truth, and Jaskier couldn’t look.

Except he couldn’t wait, either. Not for the first time, the medical portal told him he’d been sitting idle too long, threatening to log him out. He quickly hit the reset button on the timer, fighting with the mouse pad to recognize his sweaty fingers, and then pushed his laptop away again to stare at over his bunched up knees.

He held them close, fingers playing with his baby blue sweats, and chewed on his bottom lip.

This was something he’d been waiting on for years. Literal years, and he’d already told Eskel that he’d gotten a response from his doctor. Eskel had promised to be there for him when he opened it, for better or worse, and it honestly wasn’t wise for Jaskier to open it alone.

So much of his life had been building up to that moment, to reading what his doctor’s decision was. His toes curled and the light on his laptop dimmed, the news waiting for him. Right there, right in front of him - but Eskel wouldn’t be there for another ten minutes.

That was assuming traffic was bad, and Jaskier had lived in the city long enough to know it was always bad. Well, besides for 3 in the morning, which it was not. He squished his cheek against his knee, fidgeting in his spot, but even looking away from the laptop for a few seconds was too much.

Maybe he shouldn’t wait. Chin on his knees again, Jaskier squinted at the heading of the alert he’d gotten. It didn’t give him any more information than the last several times he’d given it a stink eye, though that didn’t stop him from trying. Was it really too much to ask for medical privacy to be damned and for it to just spill its secrets already?

He threw his legs out and grabbed the laptop, pulling it closer. His fingers hovered over the mouse pad, eyes staring the alert down. “Appointment results from 11-4” - that’s it, that’s all it said, but all he had to do was click it and he’d know.

Jaskier shoved his laptop away, swung his legs over the sofa, and stormed off to make some tea. He’d already waited over a decade to get rid of his tits, he could wait ten more minutes to figure out if it was happening soon or not.

Before he could even manage to get a mug out of the cupboard, Jaskier was scampering back to the laptop, squatting down in front of the sofa to squint at it. 

Ten minutes. He could hold it together for ten minutes, no matter the news. And then Eskel would be there for him.

Jaskier clicked the alert, and skimmed it as fast as he could, his heart beating in his throat as his hands shook.

When Eskel got there, he didn’t even have time to unlock the door before the door swung open and he had an arm full of crying Jaskier. At first he didn’t know if the tears were good or bad, but after Jaskier blubbered out the brilliant news - “I’m approved, I was approved” - Eskel laughed, picking him up and spinning him in circles as Jaskier happily cried into his shoulder.

Years. He’d waited for years, and finally, soon, he’d be able to look in the mirror and see himself instead of someone else.

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[geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde]

rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people 🎶

Tagged by @officerjennie who I think is just trying to embarrass me because I make him listen to corpse my music all the time.

Surface Pressure - Jessica Darrow [Disney's Encanto]

READ YOUR DIARY - Måneskin

MAMMAMIA - Måneskin

Ex-Wives - SIX

under the weather - CORPSE

Cake By The Ocean - DNCE

Watermelon Sugar - Harry Styles

fuK u lol - CORPSE

MISA MISA! - CORPSE, Scarlxrd, Kordhell

The Way I Loved You (TV) - Taylor Swift

tagginggggggg: @softgigglykarl @comfyswitcherblanketfort @jaskierswolf @fontegagrilledcheese @ idk anyone else who wants to do this

[bi-aragorn]

AO3 Wrapped - 2022

Thanks for the tag @damnbert! Let’s see how this goes- my stats are gonna be wacky because I wrote loads in November and still haven’t posted a thing (but lbr I think I did the same last year) so the last thing I put up on AO3 was in June woops

Also, despite the absolute state of this blog at this point, all the fics I posted on AO3 this year are still Witcher ones

Works Published: 33

Word Count: 28,764  

Hits: 30,042

Bookmarks: 368

Most Popular By Kudos: A Strange Pair - it’s the fucking bat!Jaskier fic. *sigh* Look, there’s nothing wrong with this fic I’m just amused that one I bust out super fast for Halloween 2021 and then didn’t post till January 2022 is somehow on here. 

By Hits: Jask, please? 

This one is- well it’s porn. It’s Geraskier again (classic) and I think this one is pretty good tbf, it’s just a massive 180 from the fluffy little bat fic above it.

Longest: In Which Geralt Is An Absolute Slut (Affectionate) - I wrote this one for a challenge from @fontegagrilledcheese. It’s kinda messy but the concept is neat and, shockingly, this fic is pretty much exactly what it says on the tin. Geralt fucks.

Shortest: Ah shit. Technically this one is a 8 way tie for 8 different drabbles I wrote for an event. Have this one- Come on, Princess. It’s Yenfri, thigh riding in exactly 100 words.

Most Comments: It’s the god damn bat again

Fic that made me cry: Another Drink - didn’t make me cry but probably one of the sadder ones I’ve posted this year?

Fic that made me smile: Stay Inside Together - soft modern AU Yenskier with trans!Jaskier. It’s just soft.

Gift: to someone - Smooch? Smooch. I posted this in January for @himbo-half-orc and I’d almost forgotten about it. Shower singing silliness.

From someone - To the tune of you by the lovely @goofgoofdildo from an event I ran in July, features Geralt and his collection of many, many bards hehe

Events: I did a fair few to be honest, but I think my favourite was the @thepassifloradiscord Smut Battle, link to all the event fics is here there’s some brilliant stuff in there:)

And I’m gonna tag @dapandapod, @jaskierswolf  @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde​ @kueble​ & @officerjennie​ - and anyone else who wants to have a go, please have at it!

#shay's mutterings

[dear-galileo]

playing games only kids would play

heres my gen witcher fic i wrote for @thepassifloradiscord for cheese's flash fic challenge! thank you to @fontegagrilledcheese for putting this challenge together!

focus on the witchers as a family, background geralt/jaskier, vesemir's pov

collection on ao3

fic on ao3

"Ah! Mister Vesemir!" Jaskier called, which alerted everyone else. Geralt sat up beside Jaskier, snow in his hair, while Eskel tumbled to the side to stop his sliding. "We were just... Ah... We were... Any help, anyone?"

"We were sledding!" Ciri chirped. Vesemir had to fight to keep a smile at bay.

kaer morhen may never be what it once was, but that doesn't mean that it isn't filled with love and happiness anymore, even if it's just occasionally.

Kaer Morhen wasn’t full, but it was more filled than it had been in years. Of course, Vesemir’s heart filled every time his boys came home, often rowdy and hungry, and stayed for the winter. Eskel, Lambert and Geralt, occasionally even Coen all filled the keep in their own ways, with training, stories of their lives throughout the world, and a reason for Vesemir to leave his lab every once in a while.

But when they started to expand their own families, quietly and cautiously as they did, Vesemir made sure to welcome them as well. It took years of coaxing to get Geralt to bring the bard, Jaskier, who had spent nearly 20 years talking about, and the year after Ciri joined them. Lambert had been making noises about bringing Aiden, the Cat, though had so far failed to come through on that. Vesemir wasn't worried- they had time.

Ciri was by far the most exciting addition to their winters, both her youth inspiring the men, and her hunger for training and knowledge immense. Even Yennefer of Vengerberg, who had joined them alongside Ciri, would indulge in the young girl's excitement about magic, teaching her what she knew.

The training had been going as well as could be expected. Ciri was young, and had been through many troubles which she came away with the need for perfection. Geralt did his best to calm Ciri, but it didn't always work- she did not take to being told no very well, especially when it came to training.

So the Wolves, bard and witch spent much of their time divided into training Ciri in different subjects, from combat, music, agility, and chaos magic. There was always something new to be done, Vesemir found. It made him very happy, though he would never admit it.

He had a reputation to upkeep, after all.

One bright winter afternoon, Vesemir left his lab. It was quiet in the keep, and generations of raising young boys had taught him to be suspicious of such quietness. He checked the great hall first- he had given Lambert and Geralt the chore of putting together a bench that had been broken earlier in the winter, but neither of them were there.

The kitchen perhaps? Eskel was on dinner duty for the night, and though it was early, perhaps they were getting a snack.

He poked his head in the kitchen, only seeing the witch. "Yennefer," he greeted. Yennefer looked up from the book she had been flipping through.

"Vesemir. Can I help you?"

"Don't suppose you could point me in the direction of the boys?" Yennefer crinkled her nose, the corners of her mouth kicking up.

"They are in the courtyard. I'll warn you, they certainly are not doing their chores." Yennefer closed her book and got up from the table to follow Vesemir.

When they reached the courtyard, Vesemir nearly halted in place. The snow had let up for the day, leaving Kaer Morhen coated in a thick white powder.

That apparently meant for the wolves, and Ciri, that it was time to do... Whatever it was they were doing.

Geralt was currently on an old wooden door, one that had been put aside for firewood, and was sliding down a small snow slope, balancing on the door. Once he reached the bottom of the slope, he hopped off, while Ciri and Jaskier clapped.

"Nine points," Jaskier called. Geralt scowled.

"Why nine?"

"Eh, your starting form could have used some work. There wasn't enough... Flair, should I say, for this run." Geralt growled and stomped through the snow to reach the bard.

"I'll show you flair," was all that he said before he tackled Jaskier into the snow. The bard had been saying "no, no, no, have a ten, no, Geralt, don't!" before being shoved into the snow, but his laughter could be heard even from Vesemir's distance.

"Stop mauling the judge with your lips," Eskel called, from the top of the slope. "I'm going next."

"But the door is down here-" Ciri started to call, but Eskel was already taking a running start, before jumping and landing on his knees. Instead of going straight through the snow like Vesemir had thought, he started to coast down the slope, rapidly gaining speed.

Ciri squeaked, and had to jump out of the way to avoid the collision. It took a moment, but Vesemir realized that Eskel was casting Quen on his legs, which kept him above the snow. It was actually quite smart, he mused to himself.

Jaskier's head finally popped up from the snow. He immediately caught sight of Vesemir, and his already pink cheeks flushed even more.

"Ah! Mister Vesemir!" Jaskier called, which alerted everyone else. Geralt sat up beside Jaskier, snow in his hair, while Eskel tumbled to the side to stop his sliding. "We were just... Ah... We were... Any help, anyone?"

"We were sledding!" Ciri chirped. Vesemir had to fight to keep a smile at bay.

"The benches are all fixed!" Lambert called. He was holding an old metal shield, though he attempted to hide it behind him when Vesemir looked at him.

"That doesn't explain why the child is not studying with the bard as was scheduled," Vesemir started.

"Eskel should get a nine for creativity," Yennefer interrupted beside him. "Geralt's was a seven, at best."

Geralt sputtered while Eskel punched a fist in the air.

That seemed to break everyone out of their shock, as Lambert launched himself down the slope, the shield under his ass, with a battle cry. Predictably, he nearly fell off of the shield, and ran directly into Eskel. The two almost immediately started to scuffle.

"Vesemir, come on, come sled with us!" Ciri called, as Geralt crawled past her to get in on the brawl between his brothers. Someone yelped something about snow being shoved down their britches, but Vesemir didn't care enough to figure out who it was.

Vesemir hesitated for a moment, before shaking his head. "This body is much older than yours, child." Ciri pouted, but scooped up Lambert's discarded shield and ran up the slope.

"She's just a child," Yennefer murmured next to Vesemir. He looked at her, surprised. "She tries to act as old as she can, but other times, she's just a child. A bit of fun is good for her."

"Chores are good for her," Vesemir retorted, but it came out half-heartedly. They watched Ciri sled down the hill, much more successfully than Lambert just had.

"Ten points for Princess Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon! What a remarkable run!" Jaskier shouted as Ciri stood up, brushing the snow off of her before bowing deeply.

Vesemir sighed, watching his wolves and their loved ones chatter, roughhouse, and laugh in the snow. Dinner wasn't for a while. It was alright if they did what they wanted for a few more hours.

"You need a cloak," Vesemir told Yennefer. She smiled, and her fur-lined cloak appeared over her shoulders. Vesemir gave her one last nod before turning back into the keep, and heading into the lab.

The next time Vesemir saw something similar happen was a few days later. Having learned his lesson, he had given Ciri and Lambert dinner duty, with the addition of cleaning up the kitchen. But when he walked past the kitchen on his way to the library, he was stopped by the sound of laughter, and the occasional sound of Ciri shrieking. It took no longer than a moment to discern that they weren't in any danger, but still, curiosity got the best of him.

He pushed the door to the kitchen open, preparing himself for a massive mess.

Instead, he was faced with Ciri and Lambert, who were both flushed in the face, and what looked like a jar of red sauce smashed open on the ground. Most notably, they both had wound up pieces of cloth in their hands.

"Lambert started it!" Ciri burst out. Lambert growled and snapped the towel back at Ciri, making her shriek and dance backwards.

Before Vesemir could gather a way to respond to this, Ciri snapped her towel back at Lambert, just barely missing his chest as he stepped to the side.

"Now you're asking for it!" Lambert called, beginning to chase her around the kitchen. Ciri was breathless with laughter as she ran, hopping over the table to avoid getting snapped.

"Don't hit anymore jars!" Ciri reminded, popping out of a squat to avoid being hit.

"That wasn't my fault! If you had just stayed put, I would have hit you instead!"

Vesemir was relatively safe from the action, as he stood in the doorway. While the two were most certainly making a mess of the kitchen, instead of cleaning it, Vesemir didn't feel the urge to stop them. What Yennefer said the other day had lingered in his head. Ciri was just a child, hardly a cub. She had been through so much, and if it did her well to make her laugh like that... Who was Vesemir to stop it? He wouldn't, not when it brought this much laughter and life to the cold, empty keep.

Vesemir watched as Ciri snapped Lambert across the face, almost expertly. Lambert stood there for a moment, stunned. Ciri tried to stop her laughter, covering her mouth, but she soon doubled over, her shoulders shaking.

"Excellent aim, child." Vesemir eventually said. "I expect that jar to be cleaned up by dinner."

"Okay!" Ciri replied. "Does this mean I win?"

Lambert still looked flabbergasted, so Vesemir nodded. "I believe so. Congratulations."

"Yes!" Ciri cheered, while Lambert groaned. "Come on, loser, you have to clean up the mess you made."

This time, as Vesemir turned and walked away, he didn't bother hiding his smile.

"Mister Vesemir, this may be the greatest battle that you will ever fight, to date." Jaskier said, his face completely serious. "I have full faith in you. Melitele may watch over you."

"Why are you rooting for him?" Lambert complained. He was standing right next to Vesemir, with Geralt on the other side. "Not even Geralt?" Jaskier shrugged.

"I have faith in Vesemir." When Lambert turned his shocked face to Geralt, the other wolf only shrugged.

"If I wasn't competing, I would bet on Vesemir too."

"Betrayal!" Lambert shouted.

"Alright, that's enough chatter." Eskel called from the other side of the field. They had spent the better half of a day clearing it from snow, all for a series of challenges that Ciri, Eskel, and Yennefer had put together. When questioned on why he wasn't participating, Eskel claimed he knew that he would win every challenge, so he ought to give the others a chance.

This one they had managed to rope Vesemir into- carrying an armload of firewood from one side of the field to the other. The loads were large enough that they were nearly spilling out of Vesemir's arms, and the challenge was being the first one crossing the finish line by Eskel.

"Are you ready?!" Ciri yelled, cupping her hands around her mouth. Jaskier balanced a few more twigs in Vesemir's arms. "Get set!" The three witchers all got into a running position. "Go!"

They took off. The field wasn't spectacularly large, but the remaining thin layer of snow and massive firewood bundles were already proving to cause issue. Lambert slipped almost immediately, narrowly avoiding slipping on his ass, but dropping a few sticks in the process.

Vesemir took care to make sure he was taking coordinated, balanced steps. Jaskier ran alongside them, shouting commentary: "There goes Lambert! Oh no, can he recover? He's leaning down to pick up the wood he dropped, and oh! He's dropping even more! Geralt is currently in the lead, but Vesemir is close on his tail, who's going to win-"

The finish line was fast approaching. Vesemir spared a glance to Geralt who was hardly in front of him.

"Come on Vesemir!" He heard Ciri call. Gritting his teeth, Vesemir put on another burst of speed. Right as he passed Geralt, Geralt made a strange noise. He didn't take the chance to see what was wrong, Vesemir kept charging for the end.

"-And here comes Lambert, throwing sticks at Geralt! Not a sportly choice, but not explicitly written out of the rules! There goes Geralt, dropping his sticks to chase Lambert! And is it? Is he going to? Yes! Ladies and gentlemen, Vesemir has crossed the finish line!"

Vesemir dropped the firewood as Ciri cheered, launching herself in for an embrace. As he held the girl, Vesemir panted, completely unable to stop the grin from spreading across the face.

"He did it!" Jaskier cheered, finally reaching them. "Vesemir is the winner!"

When Ciri dropped her arms from Vesemir's shoulders, landing back on the ground, her smile was bright.

Vesemir looked around. Geralt and Lambert had stopped throwing sticks at each other, and were heading towards the finish line, sticks abandoned. Even Yennefer was laughing, as Jaskier slung an arm around her.

Would the rooms of Kaer Morhen ever be filled, like they once were? No. But these people, this family, their heart, joy, and laughter was enough to fill the keep all the same.

#my fics #the witcher #vesemir #geraskier #flash fic #witcher fic #kaer morhen #em posts #idk what else to tag this

[jaskierswolf]

Part 2 of my new Siren Superhero Jaskier AU. Influenced by Spider-Man but I made it more continent! (There is a story specific tag list undercut)

Previous

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The day after the fated school trip, Jaskier wakes up to a world of colour and sound that he's never experienced before. He feels nauseous and overwhelmed. He is so ready to lie in bed all day feeling very sorry for himself, eating honey cake and making Marx look after him. His muscles feel stiff but the fever has broken and apart from the headache and the fluttery stomach, he feels good... strong, perhaps better than he ever has before.

After pulling himself out of bed, Jaskier tentatively reaches for the wound on his side, bracing himself for the pain. It never comes, and he tears at his shirt, still stained red with his blood, only the gash has disappeared, leaving a silvery thin scar behind. The new skin almost glistens in the sunlight and it's rougher than usual, feeling almost like scales underneath his fingertips.

"What the-" he murmurs to himself, scrambling up to look in the mirror.

The sight before him makes him stumble backwards and he screams. Sound waves from his scream rattle through the room and the bottle of Est Est shatters on his bedside table. The man in the reflection is not him. His blue eyes are slitted like cat-eyes and there are scales forming around his neck. He takes a deep breath a glances in the mirror again, now cracked right down the middle.

He looks normal.

"Dearest Melitele, give me strength," he groans and runs a hand through his hair.

The memory of the scales on his neck haunts him, and despite the warm weather, Jaskier grabs his thick woollen coat and wraps it around his shoulders. Lazing around his room all day no longer sounds appealing. He needs music, distraction... anything to keep his mind off the strange reflection in the mirror.

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[thepassifloradiscord]

Oh So Domestic (tumblr) - Domesticity by @fontegagrilledcheese

Love to Hate You (tumblr) - Roadtrip by @fontegagrilledcheese

No Need to Be Nervous (tumblr) - Sharing traditions by @fontegagrilledcheese

Flowers in your hair - Flower crowns by Kat

A dance of heart - Dancing together by Kat

Of sandwiches and softness - Picnic by Kat

Stargazing by @kueble

Spider Plant, Spider Plant, Does Whatever a Spider Can - Gardening by @kueble

Blanket Fort by @jaskiersbow

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction

[jaskiersvalley]

WIP Game

Many thanks to @on-a-lucky-tide for the tag. Some of these WIPs are old and they haunt me every day. Maybe this game will get me off my butt to actually finish some of them.

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 of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Veterans OT7 Pretty Bard Dead Dove I will put my name to Android Cahir Emhyr's teddies Yet another daemon AU Something else that I'm currently forgetting

To continue the game, I'm tagging: @jaskierswolf, @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde, @fontegagrilledcheese, @bi-aragorn, @officerjennie, @dapandapod and @faetxlity. Plus anyone else who wishes to play.

This post was made with the incredible help of two very thoughtful and curious snakes.

#wip game #ask game

[elliestormfound]

Looks at menu..... can i get uhhhhhhhh lambden playing chase in the woods? Some fun silly times for our boys. 😘🦐

thank you, I love this prompt!!! <3

I’m sorry it took a few days, my brain was not cooperating. And it is less fun silly times, because I cannot get Lambert to be less prickly :D

I hope you still like it!

Lambert/Aiden, established relationship

read on ao3

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“Will you stop being an asshole and talk to me?” Aiden asked Lambert who had been angrily ignoring him for half of the day. Lambert was a master in ignoring someone angrily, Aiden had to admit and it was fucking annoying. 

Aiden had started a fight in the inn they had planned to sleep at because some asshole villager had insulted Lambert. And now his wolf was pissed about sleeping another night on the cold and hard forest floor instead of in a soft and warm bed.

“I’ve already apologized,” Aiden grumbled, lightly kicking the log Lambert was sitting on. 

The wolf was sitting in front of their fire and was sharpening his steel sword with slow and precise movements. But Aiden knew him and could see that the movements were slightly faster than usual. 

Aiden stood next to him and had his fists propped up on his hips and his head tilted to the side. He was also pouting, but Lambert was still not looking at him. What a shame. 

“Come on, Lambert,” he tried once more.

But the wolf just huffed and Aiden now had enough. 

With a lightning fast movement Aiden grabbed the whetstone out of Lambert’s hand, turned around and started to run away.

“Come back here, you prick,” Lambert shouted as he stood up and sprinted after him. He could see flashes of Aiden’s dark red jacket so it was easy to follow him. He had to concentrate on dodging the trees left and right. He felt leaves and twigs crunching under his boots and his laboured breath formed puffy clouds in the cold air. 

“Give me back my whetstone,” Lambert shouted, only slightly out of breath. He had to jump over a large boulder and then duck under a low hanging branch as he sprinted through the woods.

“Come and get it, wolf,” Aiden called back and laughed. Lambert growled. Of course the prick enjoyed this. 

But Lambert was steadily catching up. When he broke through the tree line Aiden was only a few steps in front of him. Lambert could run faster in the open and with only a few more steps he threw himself forward at the cat. Lambert caught him and they fell to the ground and tumbled over a few times.

Lambert landed on top and pinned Aiden to the ground. Through gritted teeth he grunted, “give me back my fucking whetstone, asshole.”

Aiden wiggled under him but smirked. Even though he was the one laying under Lambert, pinned to the floor he had finally gotten what he wanted - Lambert’s attention.

“I give it to you when you kiss me,” he said, still grinning broadly. Lambert huffed and sat back on his heels, letting go of Aiden’s wrists.

“Oh, come on, Lambert,” he tried again, “I am sorry you have to miss out on a soft bed, but that asshole in the inn deserved a good beating, and,” he added with a wink, “you can sleep on top of me tonight.”

Lambert shook his head and grumbled, “you don’t have to defend my honor, I’m not some weak maiden.”

Aiden licked his lips and said, “I know,” and smiled softly up at him.

Lambert got distracted by the smile, which Aiden used to throw him over and climb up on top of him, reversing their position.

“Are you done being a brat now?” Aiden asked as he leaned forward and put his hands left and right from Lambert’s face.

He knew he had won when Lambert licked his lips and let his eyes wander to Aiden’s mouth.

“Good,” Aiden whispered before he leaned in for his kiss.

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[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

If you're taking dialogue prompts then I would suggest Geraskier 20 and/or 45 and/or 92. ❤

20. “You are so unbelievably strong. So, so strong.”

45. “You lied to me.”

92. “My heart is beating… that’s cool.”

“You are so unbelievably strong,” Jaskier says from his spot thrown over Geralt’s shoulder, sounding a bit hysterical. “So, so strong. Do I weigh anything to you?”

With his hand that isn’t holding Jaskier in place, Geralt casts Aard to blast two guards rushing at them backwards. “Is now really the time for this, bard?”

“I think it’s always a good time to ogle handsome men who come to my rescue so valiantly.”

Geralt snorts and leaps off the scaffold onto Roach’s waiting back, dumping Jaskier across the saddle in front of him like a sack of potatoes. Roach doesn’t wait for his signal before she bolts, sending onlookers scattering as she gallops through the crowd. “I told you, bard, next time you ended up on the gallows for sticking your cock somewhere it shouldn’t, I was letting you die.”

“You lied to me.” Jaskier sounds far more smug than a man in his position should.

Geralt can’t argue with that. “The duke’s betrothed? Really?”

“She was quite pretty and she liked my music.”

“Is that all it takes?”

“Well, I am a sucker for a pretty face.” Jaskier cranes his neck to bat his eyelashes at Geralt.

“You’re a dipshit is what you are.” An arrow whistles by his head and Geralt twists around in the saddle to cast Igni at their pursuers.

“It won’t happen again?”

“Now who’s lying?” Geralt urges Roach to run faster. He doesn’t pull her to a stop until they’re well out of town and the sounds of shouting have faded behind them. Only then does he leap down from her back to untie Jaskier’s ankles and wrists.

“Ugh.” Jaskier slides off of Roach’s saddle. Geralt catches him around the waist to stop him from falling. “You finally let me ride Roach and you treat me like a sack of potatoes?”

“You alright?” Geralt pats him down to look for injuries.

“Well, my heart’s still beating.” Jaskier presses his hand to his chest. “That’s nice. Besides some bruises and scrapes, I’m fine. I’d say of all my imprisonments, that one was probably in my top ten. Maybe even my top five, since it ended with me being thrown over a handsome man’s shoulder.”

Geralt closes his eyes. He doesn’t know why he still keeps this peacock around. He especially doesn’t know why the thought of losing this peacock to a hangman’s noose scared him worse than anything has in a long time. “Just don’t let this happen again.”

“I’ll do my best, but I can make no promises.”

“Here’s a promise,” Geralt says. “Next time your fool decisions get you sentenced to death, I’m leaving you.”

“Sure you will.” Jaskier throws his arms around Geralt’s neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for saving me, O Dashing White Wolf.”

Geralt can feel Jaskier’s heart beating against his chest. It almost makes up for the fact that he smells like a man who spent a week in a prison cell. “Any time, Jaskier.”

He doesn’t miss Jaskier’s triumphant little smile.

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[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Like Before, But Better

i saw this art right here by @bluedillylee​ and damnit i had feelings about it, so 1- how dare you and thank you, i love it and 2- welcome to the whump train. i think. idk what to call it tbh but we have emotions. 

thanks to @fontegagrilledcheese​ for the beta! 

no warnings

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Geralt had seen Jaskier standing and talking in the all-too-quiet aftermath of Voleth Mir, and that was all the sign he needed to know his bard was okay. His quick-but-steady heartbeat was a comforting background noise for the hard conversations with Yennefer and Ciri, Geralt didn’t have to worry about him. 

That is until Geralt rejoined the huddling group of warriors shedding their armor and the heartbeat still sounded distant. Jaskier usually never ventured far from the aftermath of a fight. He originally told Geralt he needed to be near because he wanted to immortalize every detail, but as the years passed, Geralt thought it might be his little caring gesture. He stuck with the people he cared about to make sure they weren’t alone if they were hurt, or do his level best to bail them out of sticky situations, or, Geralt’s least favorite, drag them back to safety by their armpits.

As soon as he noticed, Geralt focused in on the sound, alarmed to hear it fading. He didn’t want to scare Jaskier, but he wasn’t entirely able to stop from thundering after him in a bit of a panic. He’d already nearly lost the two most important women in his life today, he couldn’t lose his bard too. 

Skidding around a corner, Geralt nearly barreled through Jaskier who jumped and shrieked in surprise, swearing at Geralt for almost giving him a heart attack. 

“Sorry,” Geralt huffed, almost laughing as relief flooded through him, “got worried when you disappeared without a word.”

“I’m fine, brute. Just hungover and tired and-” Jaskier did that little nose twitch he did when he talked himself out of something as he cut himself off. 

Lowering and softening his voice, Geralt took a small step forward, “And what?” He’d realized over his months alone and subsequent months with Ciri that he’d let himself take advantage of Jaskier’s willingness to grin and bear it when it came to his emotions. Now that he had a second chance (if he’d interpreted the mockery correctly), he wouldn’t be squandering it. 

Jaskier looked shocked for a moment before almost glaring at Geralt as he choked out, “Don’t ask like you care if you don’t mean it.” The bard’s voice was so very small and his eyes filled with tears that made the blue look like the sea itself.

“And what?” Geralt repeated just as earnestly, holding his hand out palm up. The gesture didn’t entirely make sense to Geralt, but he held it nonetheless. It felt like he was offering something with his words, so he would offer his hand as well.  

“Lonely,” Jaskier’s voice finally cracked after a long pause as he stared at Geralt’s hand, his hands twitching by his sides, “I can’t fault your brothers for not accepting me so quickly. And you have your perfect little family… I just need some sleep and… and to manage my expectations.” 

Part of Geralt wanted to snicker at the ‘perfect family’ bit, but Jaskier’s tone was far too somber, “Do you think I don’t want you here?”

Oh. He did.

Jaskier’s weary, tight eyes said it well enough, but the way he closed them and took a deep calming breath like he was headed on stage made it very clear. 

“You made it rather clear last time we parted-” again he cut himself off, this time to choke back tears, “And I was alone and afraid and I’m just tired of- of all of it! I’m tired of being so worried about other people’s safety and you and tired of only being able to relax with a bottle in hand and I fucking reek. I just want a bath and for things to go back before it all got so miserable and complicated!”

“Jaskier-”

“Oh shut up!” he interrupted Geralt and batted his still outstretched hand out of the way. Opting instead to nearly attack the witcher with a hug around his ribs. Geralt’s hands hesitated for just a moment, then settled, one on his shoulders and one cradling the back of his head, as Jaskier started to sob. They’d never been all that different in height but Jaskier felt so much smaller, so much more fragile than Geralt remembered as he held him. 

Sometimes Geralt forgot just how soft and naive Jaskier had been when they met. But he always had a strength to him, always had an annoying way of rebounding from anything that happened to him with a sly smile and something witty. The Jaskier he held in his arms was no longer soft, he’d been hardened and cracked, and there was no hint of that resilience Geralt admired so much and it hurt. Geralt silently mourned for who Jaskier had been, could have been, but more than that, it scared Geralt. If everything that had happened had worn down the one person who had kept Geralt going, what did they have left?

As his sobs petered out, Jaskier’s grip loosened around his waist, but Geralt couldn’t bring himself to let go. When Jaskier tried to pull back and Geralt’s arms didn’t fall away, he simply nuzzled into the embrace with a light and watery snicker.

“If it helps,” Geralt mumbled, “You don’t smell half as bad as me.” 

Jaskier snorted, “Too true my friend.”

“Let’s go have a bath. Like before.” Geralt suggested, gently moving to hold Jaskier at arm’s length, “If you want to talk about it, we can. If not, that’s fine.” 

He got a puzzled, if not a little amused, look in return, “Surely there’s a large enough cauldron in a keep such as this for two baths worth of water.”

Rolling his eyes, Geralt slung one arm over Jaskier’s shoulders, “You love bathing company, don’t pretend.”

“And here I was lead to believe you hated sharing baths.” Jaskier was far too smug for Geralt’s liking, but the red rings around his eyes and unconscious sniff he did after his jab made it impossible for Geralt to be upset. 

“I had an image to protect.”

Jaskier nodded sagely as they meandered down the hallway, “Yes our dear terrifying princess sort of blew the ‘heartless grump’ out of the water, didn’t she?”

He knew he’d regret it, but Geralt asked anyway, “You want the details, don’t you?”

“Oh Geralt, I crave them. You owe me this at the very least.”

So that’s how they spent their bath. Jaskier grilled Geralt as they lounged in the hot water and scrubbed the grime and memories out of their pores. They both started to feel a bit lighter as they settled into their familiar routine. Only now Geralt responded in more than just grunts and Jaskier made jokes in a slightly different version of ‘off-color’, but either way, they were together. 

When they got out and Geralt gave Jaskier some clean clothes, they snuck into the pantry to grab bread and wine and lounged by the fire. Ciri had begged the large chairs and couch be moved from the library into the kitchen and Geralt had never been so glad to give in to a whining request. 

Settled down on the couch, draped across each other and letting the weariness of the recent events and the warmth of the wine coax them closer to sleep, Geralt couldn’t help but mumble, “I will always want you in my life.”

Jaskier’s heart beat irregularly and he was quiet for a long while before whispering, “Ciri really changed you.”

Letting his eyes close and fully resting his head on Jaskier’s shoulder, Geralt whispered, “So did you,” before sleep finally took him. 

In the morning, Ciri would make fun of them and Yennefer would give them a knowing smirk as if something more had happened. But Jaskier would chime back with his scathing wit and his skin would have a little more color and Geralt would think it would be worth it. 

#geraskier #geraskier gen #geraskier whump #kinda #geraskier comfort #geraskier bath #you could read this as either gen or romatic #up to yall #the witcher #the witcher fic #the witcher season two #post season 2 fic #twn #jaskier #geralt #for once i wrote a canon fic who am i

[officerjennie]

AO3 Wrapped - 2022

Tagged by @bi-aragorn - thank you!!

All but one fic the last year was for The Witcher (the one being for Naruto), and I admittedly wrote a Lot more than I posted. Also I have a secondary account that I won't be counting in all of this for simplicity's sake.

...technically I have three, but one has been neglected for a few years now. We won't talk about that.

Works Published: 43, unless I counted wrong

Word Count: 101,754

Hits: 27,901

Bookmarks: 490

Most Popular By Kudos: better than a hot bottle of water - which just recently got a sequel

By Hits: the softest of treasures. I really need to get back to writing this one, I was just about to be (somewhat) nice to Geralt

Longest: also the softest of treasures.

Shortest: Single Child Confusion, which I wrote while in the car with @fontegagrilledcheese for one of her cheesy flash fic challenges

Most Comments: also the softest of treasures xD I really need to get back to that fic, I don't even remember if I started writing the next chapter tho...

Fic that made me cry: Both Stepping Stones and If only I could have, I would have for you - they're very personal to me, and even just thinking about them makes my stomach feel heavy. They were extremely cathartic and were things that I Needed to write, for myself more than anyone else

Fic that made me smile: a good bargain. Occasionally I hear about people stumbling upon the fic, and it makes me happy every time - I'm fond of it :D Geralt needs to fuck more melons

Gift: to someone - I can't remember when, but at one point I was throwing so many fic ideas at @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde and they eventually demanded I start writing them. So, to let the world know who was subjecting them to my ideas, I gifted all of those fics to her. the ruin in me is one of my favorites.

Please ignore the fact that it's not finished

From someone - Orange and Honey by @kueble which I shall be rereading as soon as I post this. Also @jaskierswolf gifted me like 7 fics and I loved each and every one of them.

Events: We held a lot of events in the Passiflora discord, and I believe I participated in most of them! Tho I don't typically bother with series or adding my fics to collections. We had team bingo, trans week, soft tummy week, NaNo, drabble challenges, flash fics, DDmas, WIP week, art train - those are all of the ones I remember participating in, though I believe there were a few others.

All in all, a more productive year than I thought, even if I posted almost half as many words as the year before xD I'm trying to step my game up for this year. Who knows, maybe I'll even finish some WIPs

...I say, procrastinating that damn siren fic

Tagging @comfyswitcherblanketfort @luteandsword and anyone else who hasn't been tagged yet?

#tag meme #tag game

[geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde]

Geralt and eskel taking turns eating jask one night during winter at kaer morhen 👀👀👀

For this prompt I was very specifically told to obliterate the twink, to make him cry. So, here ya go! 5 months later

Title: An Absolute Disaster

Pairing: Geralt/Jaskier/Eskel

Warnings: buckle up buttercups, this one’s a ride (literally) - threesome, double penetration, cum eating, rimming, dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, orgasm delay/denial

The biggest of thanks to @thecomfortofoldstorries for beta-ing the shit out of this for me

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Jaskier shivered under Eskel's intense gaze.

When Geralt had first suggested it, Jaskier had been unsure about bringing someone else into their bed. But now, with his eyes burning into Jaskier's skin, Jaskier was thrilled.

He focused on the sight of Geralt, sprawled out on their bed, piled high with furs to help keep Jaskier warm during the harsh winter at Kaer Morhen. Geralt looked like a dream, splayed naked, his hard cock already straining, leaking on his stomach where the tip rested. His normally pale skin was flushed with his arousal, a look Jaskier had come to know well. His hands were folded back behind his head as he gazed back at Jaskier, his eyes roving Jaskier’s equally naked form.

Jaskier never felt more wanted, more desired, than when Geralt watched him so intently. Jaskier felt waves of heat behind him as Eskel moved closer.

Jaskier had been instructed to keep his eyes focused on Geralt until Eskel told him otherwise, so that was what he would do. Eskel’s presence was dominating, demanding attention and obedience in equal parts. Jaskier was drunk off it.

Roughened hands settled on Jaskier’s hips, squeezing briefly before trailing up Jaskier’s sides in a comforting motion before moving back down.

“Geralt,” Eskel said, the deep bass of his voice making Jaskier whine, “why don’t you get started? Give Jaskier a show.”

Jaskier’s eyes met Geralt’s as the man smirked, following Eskel’s order slowly but surely. Jaskier followed Geralt’s slow movements, relishing in the strong grip on his hips and he felt his knees weaken at the sight of Geralt, stroking himself.

Geralt’s mouth fell open as he began to pant lightly and Jaskier let out a ragged moan at the sight.

“Mmmm… you like watching just as much as you like being watched, don’t you?” Eskel asked, his breath warming the outer shell of Jaskier’s ear.

Jaskier nodded, unable to find his voice, his eyes still focused on the downright sinful picture in front of him.

“Geralt lay back, prop your head on a pillow and get comfortable.” Eskel ordered, the command sending sparks racing down Jaskier’s spine, even though it wasn’t directed at him.

Eskel squeezed Jaskier’s hips again. “Alright Jask, I need you to sit on Geralt’s face for me, okay? Face me.” Eskel’s voice was calm, but held an undercurrent of dominance that made Jaskier shiver. 

Jaskier hurries to do as ordered, clambering up the bed and Geralt’s body, carefully straddling the witcher’s face. As Jaskier maneuvered his legs into a good position, balancing on his knees, Geralt’s hands came up, providing support. The anticipation of what was to come had stolen Jaskier’s breath and he gasped shakily as he settled, hovering over Geralt.

Using his grip on Jaskier’s waist, Geralt pulled him down eagerly. Jaskier lost his balance, tilting forward as he felt Geralt’s tongue circle his hole. The relief he felt was immediate, the sensation sending sharp bursts of pleasure through him. He put his hands on Geralt’s chest to keep himself from falling as he grinded back on Geralt’s face, making the witcher moan.

Geralt’s hands came up, spreading Jaskier’s cheeks, allowing the witcher to press even closer. Jaskier’s eyes fell shut and he whined when he felt Geralt’s tongue push inside of him.

“No, no, little lark, eyes open and on me.” Eskel’s voice sent another shock through Jaskier and he forced his eyes open slowly, his vision blurry as he gazed towards Eskel’s large form.

The larger witcher had climbed onto the bed without Jaskier noticing and was now resting on his knees in between Geralt’s legs. His hands were rubbing a gentle rhythm on Geralt’s spread thighs as he watched Jaskier intently.

“Geralt, let’s give Jaskier a little more, okay? Use your fingers.”

Jaskier groaned weakly as he felt Geralt’s arms shift, a finger prodding at Jaskier’s hole. It was slick, the jar conveniently left in Geralt’s reach by Eskel at the start. Geralt’s thick finger finally pushed in beside his tongue, brushing up against Jaskier’s prostate and making him shake from the stimulation.

He was aching.

His cock throbbed as he reached for it, desperate to give himself some friction.

A growl made Jaskier freeze, his only movements caused by Geralt shifting him around minutely. His eyes met Eskel’s.

“Who told you,” Eskel asked, his voice low and powerful, “that you were allowed to touch yourself?”

Jaskier shivered under the fiery gaze of the man in front of him.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, shaking from desperation.

Eskel hummed, “You won’t touch yourself little lark, we’ll give you your pleasure as you earn it.”

Jaskier nodded, his hand settling back on Geralt’s abdomen for support.

“Is Geralt not doing a good enough job?” Eskel asked, shifting Geralt’s legs so that Eskel could slide his bent knees under them. Geralt wrapped his legs around Eskel easily as he continued his ministrations.

Jaskier was panting, Geralt now pistoning a finger in and out of him at a harsh pace, “No, no!” the bard gasped out, shifting his hips, “so good… just… wanted more. Want to cum.”

“You will, Jaskier. I’ll tell you when. Got it?”

Jaskier whimpered and nodded, rocking back onto Geralt’s finger and tongue.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Geralt stroked Jaskier’s prostate, making the bard howl with pleasure. Jaskier was quickly becoming mindless with it, rocking his hips and practically smothering Geralt, chasing the pleasure jolting through him at every movement Geralt made. His fingers, now two pressed in him, were focused directly on Jaskier’s prostate, hitting it with every thrust in. His tongue licking inside of Jaskier, helping stretch him while he occasionally nipped at Jaskier's rim with sharp teeth, making the bard squirm and wriggle and mewl.

“Four fingers, Geralt. He’s ready. And he’ll need at least that to take my cock.”

Geralt pulled both his hand and mouth away from Jaskier, making the bard whimper. He quickly slicked up his hand and put his fingers back to Jaskier’s hole. He pushed in slowly with all four fingers, making the bard whine from the pressure. The stretch was just this side of too much and it felt amazing.

Jaskier couldn’t think of a time he had been more desperate or more fulfilled.

He was babbling now, the words nonsensical as he rocked back onto Geralt’s hand, his pleas making absolutely no sense.

He felt himself being shifted again and then suddenly a wet heat was on his balls. He keened as he felt Geralt’s mouth draw him in, suckling gently at his sac. Jaskier was overwhelmed.

“Please,” he cried out. He could feel tears streaking down his face.

“Please what?” Eskel purred.

“I need to come. Please let me. Let me touch my cock please. Please, please, please, please.”

“Shhh it’s okay, buttercup. You’re doing so well. Being such a good boy for me. Do you think you’re stretched out enough for my cock?”

Jaskier groaned and feverishly nodded, “Please. I want it so bad. Please.”

“You’re being so good, buttercup. So good. But I don’t think you’re ready yet.”

Jaskier whimpered.

Eskel muttered something so quiet only Geralt could make out the words and then suddenly two sets of hands were on him, lifting and shifting until he was sitting on Geralt’s crotch, his ass pressured right up against Geralt’s cock.

“Alright buttercup, we’re gonna let Geralt get you nice and open for me first, okay?”

Jaskier nodded, the tears still slowly trailing down his face. Strong hands gripped him again and he was seated comfortably on Geralt’s cock, letting him slide down slowly until Geralt bottomed out. Jaskier’s head was thrown back from the pleasure of the stretch. Geralt’s cock was thick and beautifully curved so it hit Jaskier’s prostate unerringly every time.

“Come on, buttercup, think you can bounce on him for me?” Eskel’s deep voice made Jaskier shiver. He tried to get his legs underneath him and lift up, but they were too shaky.

“It’s okay, buttercup, we’ve got you. Geralt can do all the work, beautiful. You just enjoy.”

Geralt’s hands settled back on Jaskier’s hips as he rolled his hips, grinding inside the bard, making him wail. “That’s right, Jask,” Geralt whispered, “let me take care of you.”

Geralt wasted no time, beginning to lift Jaskier up as if he weighed nothing, thrusting his hips.

Eskel hummed, “Look at that. How does it feel, Jask? Geralt’s using you like a toy, moving you around for his own pleasure. Do you like that? Being used?”

“Yes,” Jaskier sobbed, the tears renewed as Geralt pounded into his prostate, “please, please, please”

“Just enjoy buttercup, we’ve got you.” Eskel leaned forward and pressed a hard kiss to the bard’s lips. Jaskier was so fucked out he could do nothing but moan into it.

Eskel shifted again, reaching for the lube and slicking up two of his fingers, “Geralt slow your thrusts down, we don’t want to push him too far too soon.”

Geralt did as ordered with a grunt, slowing his powerful thrusts down until they were smooth rolls of pleasure.

Jaskier’s whine threw his voice into a pitch he didn’t think had ever achieved before.

From his position, Jaskier had the perfect view of Eskel fingering at Geralt’s hole, circling the muscles before pushing in quickly with two fingers.

Geralt grunted and bucked his hips, making Eskel chuckle, “missed the stretch, wolf?” Geralt grunted again, pushing down on the fingers inside of him just as he lifted Jaskier, nearly unseating the bard from his cock before slamming him back down.

Jaskier nearly toppled forward from the force, reaching out to grab hold of Eskel’s shoulders.

Eskel smiled at him, “That’s right little buttercup, you can hold on to me, okay?”

Jaskier nodded, burying his head into Eskel’s neck, tears leaking steadily from his eyes as Geralt’s thrusts began getting more powerful.

Eskel hummed and trailed one hand up and down Jaskier’s back, the other still fingering Geralt open, “Geralt’s close, Jaskier. Can you feel it? How desperate he is?” Jaskier nodded, head still in Eskel’s neck. “Has he done well, buttercup? Does he deserve to cum in you? Mark you?”

Jaskier whimpered, his hips making aborted thrusts, desperate for friction on his cock.

“I think he’s done well. Alright Geralt, cum inside our buttercup for me.” Geralt thrust one more time inside of Jaskier before shivering, his cock throbbing as Jaskier felt his hot seed spill inside of him.

He didn’t feel Geralt soften.

Eskel made a pleased noise as he ran a rand down Jaskier’s back, fingers prodding at Jaskier’s opening. “Still just as hard for us, Geralt?”

Geralt grunted.

“Use your words wolf.”

“Yes.”

“Prop yourself up, Geralt.”

Jaskier remained seated on Geralt’s cock, his head still buried in Eskel’s neck, whimpering quietly every time Geralt shifted inside of him as he resituated.

“Perfect. Jaskier, lean back onto Geralt, okay?” Jaskier whimpered. Eskel chuckled and shifted forward, moving Jaskier back until he was settled against Geralt’s chest, still seated on Geralt’s cock.

Geralt’s arms came up and wrapped around Jaskier, strong and solid. Comforting.

Jaskier whined and bucked his hips. His cock was red and angry, and he was so desperate. “Please,” he whined, breathing hard, he begged again, “please”

 “Not yet, buttercup.”

Jaskier let out a sob and closed his eyes he wasn’t sure he could take anymore.

He bucked again when he felt more pressure pressing against his hole. Opening his eyes, he saw Eskel in front of him, a slick finger prodding at his opening.

“I think that you would feel amazing if I slipped in here beside Geralt, what do you think, buttercup.”

Jaskier froze, the idea alone enough to make him feel so incredibly close to his orgasm. He bucked his hips again, so close.

Suddenly Geralt’s hands settled on his hips, stilling Jaskier’s hips just as one of Eskel’s hands circled his cock, gripping the base tightly.

Jaskier sobbed again.

“None of that, I told you that I tell you when to cum.”

Jaskier nodded.

Suddenly the fingers were back at his hole, pushing in, Eskel’s other hand still wrapped almost painfully tight around the base of Jaskier’s cock.

“Gods you’re already loose and sloppy Jaskier. Geralt’s cum inside of you. I could just push right in, couldn’t I?”

Jaskier stared at Eskel cock, larger than any he had ever taken.

He had never wanted something more.

“What do you want, Jaskier”

“Wanna be full,” He whimpered, trying to shift but Geralt’s strong grip stopped him.

Eskel pushed another finger inside of him. It slid in easily, Jaskier’s opening around him beautifully.

Eskel smiled and pushed two more fingers in him on the next thrust. Jaskier whimpered at the stretch.

“Please, please, please, want you in me, please.” Jaskier was desperate for more. For everything.

Eskel tutted, “Patience, buttercup. If we go too fast, we could hurt you. Just sit back. Let us take care of you.” Eskel’s composure was infuriating. Jaskier was reduced to a shivering, sobbing mess but it seemed like Eskel was completely unbothered by the whole situation.

Jaskier felt another sob escape him as Eskel continued thrusting his fingers in and out of him. The additional stretch alongside Geralt’s cock was mind numbingly amazing and Jaskier couldn’t focus on anything else.

He felt like he might pass out from it.

Eskel’s position was perfect to hit his prostate but he just skirted around it, sometimes grazing against it enough to make Jaskier shout.

Jaskier didn’t know if it had been minutes or hours when he finally felt Eskel’s hand pull back. Jaskier felt empty despite the hard cock still inside of him.

Suddenly, Eskel was on his knees, his hard cock slick and pushed up against Jaskier’s opening, “You still want this buttercup?”

“Please” Jaskier couldn’t take one more minute of this delicious torture but he would rather die than be anywhere else.

The stretch was divine, something Jaskier couldn’t remember ever feeling. It stung but the pleasure far outweighed the pain. Jaskier couldn’t have imagined a feeling like this.

It felt like ages before Eskel finally bottomed out inside of Jaskier. The two thick hard cocks stretching Jaskier far past what he would have ever thought he could take.

It was bliss.

Jaskier tried to buck again but Geralt’s hands still held him in place.

Eskel pulled out and thrust back in slowly, over and over, drawing groans from both Geralt and Jaskier.

Finally, Eskel smirked, “I think you’re ready, buttercup. Hold on.”

Eskel pulled out to the very tip, slamming back into him just as Geralt lifted him just enough to thrust out. They set a brutal pace, pistoning into him alternatingly so he was never empty, their cocks dragging against each other inside of him as Jaskier felt like he was being pounded into oblivion.

He really might pass out.

His cock was long forgotten, the stimulation he was receiving was more than he thought he ever would.

All he could do was lay there and take it.

Geralt was the first to break, shaking through his second orgasm of the night and Jaskier could feel him go soft inside him.

Eskel kept thrusting.

Jaskier was reminded of the throbbing of his cock and he tried desperately to angle his hips so he could get some sort of stimulation on it.

Eskel puffed out a breath, “You ready too, buttercup? Gonna come on my cock?”

Jaskier bucked his hips again, desperate for more. Desperate to cum.

The hand that wrapped around him was the best thing Jaskier had ever felt. Eskel’s hand was still slick from fingering him open as he pumped Jaskier’s cock in time with his thrusts.

When Jaskier came, he swore he could feel chaos raging through him.

His vision blurred.

When Jaskier came to, he was lying on the bed, covered in a thin sheet. Geralt lay beside him, facing him, his eyes closed and face screwed up in pleasure as Eskel fucked into him from behind.

“Buttercup,” Eskel said brightly, only the slightest hitch in his voice indicating he was doing anything more strenuous than laying in bed, “welcome back.”

“How long was I out,” He asked, voice raw,

“Just a couple minutes.”

“Fuck.”

“Had fun?”

Eskel’s thrusts were speeding up, shaking the bed and jolting Geralt. He shuddered as he came inside the white haired man, his thrusts slowing until he finally stopped.

Eskel’s eyes found Jaskier’s, “It was a shame I didn’t get to come inside of you before you passed out.” He barely even sounded out of breath.

Jaskier’s hole was throbbing but he wanted, oh how he wanted it. To take Eskel’s cock again, have it fill him up.

His over sensitive cock gave a twitch.

Eskel chuckled, “It’s okay, buttercup. We can do that next time. I’ve got dinner duty tonight so I need to get going anyway,” Eskel slid from the bed, graceful despite his size, “I’ll see you both in a couple of hours.”

He slipped his clothes on and was out the door before Jaskier even realized what happened.

He looked at Geralt laying beside him. He looked sleepy and content. Except for his achingly hard cock.

Despite everything, Jaskier felt heat pool in his groin. Fuck, he would be so sore later.

His movements still shaky, Jaskier slid down the bed and settled between Geralt’s thighs where he was now lying on his stomach. Jaskier cupped his cheeks, pulling them apart and watching as Eskel’s spend dribbled out of Geralt’s hole still stretched and gaping from his cock. Fuck, Jaskier could only imagine what he looked like... He groaned at the thought.

Geralt’s hips shifted as he grinded his cock into the bed, “You want to cum again?” Jaskier asked.

Geralt let out a sleepy hum, “fuck me?” he asked quietly, shifting to spread his legs even more.

Fuck.

Yeah, Jaskier could do that. His cock was filling out quickly, leaving Jaskier feeling light-headed and sensitive.

He could feel Geralt’s cum where it was drying on his thighs as it leaked out of him. Fuck they were a mess.

Eskel’s cum was still spilling from Geralt slowly, the sight was beautiful and Jaskier couldn’t resist, leaning forward and tonguing at the spend.

Geralt keened.

Jaskier buried his face into Geralt, licking sloppily at his hole. Geralt whined and thrust his hips back when Jaskier’s tongue pushed passed the loose practically gaping muscle.

Jaskier took his time, licking Geralt open and cleaning him out until he was whimpering, thrusting minutely against the bed.

Deeming him clean, Jaskier slid up, pressing a gentle kiss against Geralt’s shoulder before grabbing him by the hair, pulling gently to bring Geralt’s face from the pillow he had buried it in. His eyes were red rimmed and there were tear tracks on his cheeks

He looked ruined

Jaskier couldn’t help but wonder if he looked the same. He certainly felt the same.

Maintaining his grip in Geralt’s hair, he pressed a gentle kiss to his lips as he slid inside of Geralt.

The slide was easy and wet, Geralt more than opened enough to take him.

“I won’t last long,” Jaskier bit out, his thrusts already speeding up as he chased the edge.

“Me either.” Geralt grunted, grinding his cock onto the bed beneath him as Jaskier pounded into him.

In what felt like no time, Jaskier could feel Geralt tighten up slightly around him, still looser than Jaskier had ever felt him before, and it pulled Jaskier with him over the edge. Jaskier rolled to the side, wrapping his arm around Geralt and muzzling up to his side, “We should clean up,” he whispered sleepily.

Geralt rolled so he was being spooned by Jaskier, his back pressed to Jaskier’s front, “Sleep now.” He said quietly.

Jaskier pressed a kiss between Geralt’s shoulder blades and let his eyes fall closed. They would regret not cleaning up when they awoke, but in that moment he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

They would definitely be doing this again. At least once a week until they all departed, if Jaskier had anything to say about it.

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CONGRATS ON BREAKING 1000 FOLLOWERS. Can i get #7 for the kisses prompt with jask as the kiss-e and some/any witchers (or a yen) as the kisser

I wrote this a while ago but I’ve been holding it back whilst I worked on Christmas stuff... but I didn’t finish my prompt for tonight so... have some amorous bard instead! Just over 1k. __________________________ The wolf witchers were confused by Geralt’s bard. Lambert and Eskel glared at the colourful bard from across the table trying to work him out. He was laughing at some weird shit Geralt had said. He gripped Geralt’s arm and then rest his head on Geralt’s shoulder. Lambert scowled and glanced at Eskel. They’d never seen anyone outside of Kaer Morhen touch a witcher so casually, let alone with the Butcher of Blaviken. Eskel shrugged. He obviously didn’t understand either.

“Right, my dears, I promised I would help Vesemir with his potion ingredients. I will see you later.” Jaskier stood up and kissed Geralt’s temple. Geralt hummed but carried on eating his breakfast.

Once the bard was safely out of earshot Lambert turned on Geralt. “What was that?”

Geralt looked up and raised an eyebrow at him.

“The kissing?!”

Geralt shrugged. “That’s just Jaskier.”

Lambert scoffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “If he tries that with me I’ll stab him.”

Geralt just laughed. “He’s quicker than he looks.”

They finished their breakfast in silence, Lambert still trying to process what he’d seen.

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It happened again at dinner. Jaskier danced into the room and kissed Geralt’s cheek as if it were nothing more than a hug. Lambert was positive that by the end of winter they’d be making out at this rate. Not that he was judging, he just hadn’t realised his brother was into guys. That was cool.

Jaskier noticed his glare and laughed his musical laugh. “There’s no need to be jealous, Lambert!”

And with that Jaskier sauntered over and kissed Lambert’s forehead. His nose wrinkled up and he almost fell backwards off the bench. “Oi, get off!” He spluttered, feeling his cheeks heat up furiously.

Jaskier winked and plopped himself down in Geralt’s lap, despite the fact there was a perfectly good bench right there. “What the fuck?” He muttered.

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Lambert was sharpening his swords in his room when Eskel came bursting through his door without even trying to knock. Lambert cursed and dropped his sword. The hilt landed on his bare toes and he was pretty sure at least one of them broke.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” He jumped up and cradled his foot in his hands. “The fuck?”

“Jaskier kissed me?”

Lambert, who had settled cross-legged on the floor stared up at Eskel in horror. “No.”

“Yes!”

“Why?”

Eskel shook his head. “He said he was tired and going to bed… and then he just kissed me on the cheek on the way out.”

Lambert just watched the flames dance in his fireplace. He just didn’t understand? Why would anyone do that? And why wasn’t Jaskier afraid of them? Had Geralt used Axii on the bard? That must have done. He voiced his reasoning to Eskel who nodded sagely.

“Axii, that must be it,” he agreed.

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Geralt and Lambert were getting ready to go out on the last big hunt before the snow fell. Eskel was staying behind to fix where the wall had crumbled over night and Vesemir was working with Jaskier on the Beastiaries in the library. The bard had the best handwriting out of all of them when he put his mind to it, otherwise it was illegible scrawl, though he did insist that was to stop other bards from stealing his work.

“I need to say goodbye to Jaskier,” Geralt grunted.

Lambert rolled his eyes. “It’s just a hunt, wolf.”

Geralt hummed. “I promised.

“Fine, fine. We’ll say goodbye to the bard. Just hurry up about it.”

He followed Geralt through the keep towards the library. Jaskier didn’t look up from his writing but gave a quick wave of his quill to acknowledge their presence. Geralt shook his head and actually smiled at the bard, much to Lambert’s disbelief.

“We’re going hunting, Jask,” He said, louder than he needed to.

“Hmm?”

“Jaskier?” Geralt repeated and the bard glanced up at him. “We’re going out hunting.”

Jaskier’s tongue flicked out to lick his lips and he nodded. “Right yes, of course. Stay safe, my dears.”

Geralt sighed and shook his head but moved to kiss Jaskier’s hair. “We won’t be long.”

“Anything you say, love,” Jaskier leaned up to kiss Geralt without really taking his eyes off the parchment in front of him.

To Lambert’s surprise, although really it should have stopped surprising him, Geralt returned the chaste kiss with a hum and then they were off on their hunt.

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It kept happening throughout winter. Geralt insisted that he would never use Axii on the bard without his permission and that Jaskier was really just like that. Lambert wasn’t convinced. The worst thing was that Eskel had gotten caught up in it. Eskel now didn’t even blink when Jaskier kissed his hair or cheek or, on one occasion, his nose. Lambert had managed to avoid the overly amorous bard’s affections since the first week but that hadn’t stopped Jaskier from trying. More than once Jaskier had dropped down in his lap instead of Geralt’s and tried to fucking cuddle but Lambert had pushing him onto the floor.

He wasn’t really sure why anymore. In the privacy of his own mind he knew he would quite like the open affection that Jaskier gave to the other witchers, even Vesemir, but he was also fucking terrified that he would be the one to fuck it up, that Jaskier would kiss him once and realise it was all a big mistake. Then again it was the last chance he had. Geralt and Jaskier were packing up Roach and heading back down the mountain together. Jaskier was chattering excitably with Eskel and Lambert was sulking in the corner watching them.

“Jaskier!” Geralt called. “Time to go.”

Jaskier lit up and flashed the White Wolf a dazzling smile. Lambert scoffed. He didn’t know why Jaskier wasn’t scared like most humans but he was starting to realise he shouldn’t take it for granted. Jaskier kissed Eskel’s cheeks and danced over to Lambert.

Lambert took a deep breath and then opened his arms. Jaskier grinned and bundled in for a hug. Lambert hummed as he breathed in Jaskier warm scent, not a whiff of fear. “See you around, bard.” And before he could regret it he kissed Jaskier’s forehead.

Jaskier grinned and returned the gesture. “I hope we’ll run into each other at some point, but otherwise you’d better be here next year, witcher.”

“I will,” he promised and he would do his fucking best to stay alive. No more careless contracts for him. He’d made a promise. “I will.”

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