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I’m Fully Charged (Ready to Go)

This was written for the @witcher-bows-and-arrows prompt: Proposition.

This is also the start of something I’ve wanted to do for some time now. I’m making a D/s modern AU to play around in.  It will start as friends with benefits, but you all know me, so that won’t last forever.

A lot of kinks are mentioned, but none of them are preformed, so I’m not tagging this post. Read the kinks below, please.

Mature, Warnings Kink Negotiation but no actual sex. Kinks mentioned: pitting, Cock warming, Feet, Slut shaming, Dirty talk, Breeding, Spanking, Collars, Biting, Lingerie, Praise kink. 2,800 Words

Geralt/Jaskier

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Sometimes it’s absolutely maddening to sit in his room with his headphones on while he knows full well what Geralt is getting up to in his room.  They’ve been roommates ever since he and Yen finally got drunk and admitted they work better as friends, and Geralt never hid this side of him.  But knowing his best friend - who he happens to be helplessly in love with - is on the other side of the apartment fucking someone?  Sometimes that hurts.

It’s not like Jaskier has ever told Geralt how he feels, because they’re dreadfully incompatible.  Geralt has his normal job down at the shop, and then he comes home and hangs up his jumpsuit for…a paddle or leather or whatever he wears.  The thing is, as much as Jaskier knows Geralt is a dom with a few steady subs, he doesn’t actually know what they get up to.

Geralt doesn’t act ashamed of it, far from it, but he explained that anything he does with a partner is between the two of them.  It’s not his place to share what happens inside his bedroom, and Jaskier respects that.   Long gone are their college days where they would laugh and share crazy stories over Sunday morning diner breakfasts.  Jaskier would never begrudge him privacy, but he can’t help feeling jealous over what he’ll never have.

Because Jaskier can never be what Geralt wants, as pathetic as that is.  What dom wants a top?  Jaskier has bottomed in the past - mostly to please his partners - but he definitely prefers topping.  Not that it matters much these days, because his bedroom has been depressingly quiet ever since he and Valdo parted ways.  Apparently dating one man while in love with another isn’t the best foundation for a relationship.

He feels like he could switch for Geralt, but he wouldn’t like it.  A relationship built on completely changing something central to your sense of self isn’t going to last, and he desperately wants to spend the rest of his life with Geralt.  Though the best he can hope for is friends anyway, since Geralt has made it clear he won't be dating anytime soon.  As much as Jaskier gets along with Yen now, he kind of hates that she ruined that for him.

Jaskier sighs, hating this downward spiral of self-loathing.  He takes his headphones off and doesn’t hear anything, so he feels it’s safe to venture out and find a snack to cheer himself up.  It’s not like Geralt is ever super loud, but he’d rather be safe than sorry.  There is absolutely no way he could continue on if he knew exactly what Geralt sounds like when he comes.

And with that thought, he steps out of his room and immediately makes eye contact with Liam.  He’s sure he looks like a deer caught in the headlights, but he manages a tiny wave before Liam awkwardly nods at him and hightails it out of the apartment.  Geralt is in his own doorway, the living room spread between them, and he frowns over at Jaskier.

Before he can duck back into his room, Geralt stomps over and moves into his space, leaning against the door frame like he owns it.  He studies Jaskier for a long moment before speaking.  “Why did you glare at poor Liam?  You’ve never been rude before.”

“I didn’t glare,” Jaskier argues, realizing he probably did.  “I was caught by surprise!  You know I don’t care about what you do with your subs!”

“Well ever since Valdo dumped you, you’ve been more and more weird about it,” Geralt points out.

“First off, I broke up with him.  And secondly, I am not weird about anything,” Jaskier says with a huff.  Geralt raises an eyebrow at him and he sighs before conceding, “Fine, maybe he broke up with me.”

“Don’t lie to me,” Geralt growls, stepping closer.  “We’ve never lied to each other.  Now what is your problem lately?”

“Fine! I’m jealous!” he shouts stupidly before rushing to cover up his admission.  “Because I can’t ever have what they have.  I can’t be a sub, can’t explore that, ok?  And I hate it.”  Yes, blame it on being curious.  Nothing suspicious here.  Plus it’s a half-truth, anyway.  He can’t ever be Geralt’s sub, and it’s eating him up alive.

“You…you want to try being submissive but you can’t?  Why not?  Did someone tell you that?  Because that’s a horrible thing to say. Everyone should be free to explore whatever they want, even if it doesn’t end up being something they love,” Geralt rushes out, all signs of a fight draining out of him in favor of his usual protectiveness.

“Geralt,” Jaskier says with a sigh.  “You know I prefer to top.  So it wouldn’t work out.  I’m simply not sub material.”

“You’re joking, right?  Plenty of subs top.  There’s a whole fucking name for it!  You might be a service top and just not know it.  Shit, we have to figure this out.  If you’re not being properly cared for, how can you ever be happy?” Geralt asks, and the way he pouts is enough to get Jaskier to agree to anything.  There’s a reason why Geralt is at his best when he’s seeing to someone else’s needs.  He was born for it, the self-sacrificing bastard.

“Oh,” Jaskier mumbles, blinking stupidly at him.  “No one told me, I just…I just figured I couldn’t?  But I could?  Maybe?  With the right person you’re saying?”

“Of course! I’ll help you,” Geralt offers, sending red flags up everywhere.   Jaskier’s brain wants him to stop this before it starts, because there’s no way he can explore this with Geralt and not let on that he’s completely in love with him, but his mouth moves too fast like it always does.

“I’d like that.”

“Awesome!  I mean, we’ve never been shy before, right?  Plenty of friends have sex and it doesn’t have to mean anything.  You know I don’t do relationships after Yen, anyway.  Too many things can go wrong.  We’ll just keep things simple and everything will be awesome!  We can have fun with it!” Geralt says, practically bouncing on his heels like a giant puppy.

“Of course!  You’ll always be my best friend, and nothing will change that,” Jaskier agrees, even though there are warning klaxons going off in his mind like he’s in some retro Star Trek episode.  There is absolutely no way this will end well.  But then Geralt slings an arm around him and starts babbling about how many friends he’s made through his lifestyle and how he can’t wait to introduce them all, and Jaskier realizes he wants this, especially if sex is all he’ll ever get.

He can do this.  Probably.  Maybe.

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As Jaskier leans against the arm of the couch, looking over the top of his paper at where Geralt’s sitting in an armchair, he wonders is this real life?.  Because even two days ago, he never would have imagined he’d be here, reading over a list of his roommate’s preferred kinks.  Hell, he doesn’t even know what some of them are, but he’s trying not to let that show. There’s nothing a little confidence can’t overcome.

When Geralt came up to him yesterday and explained the whole process of listing and discussing what they’re into, he was a bit thrown by it.  Sure, he knew Geralt didn’t just find his subs while wandering around, eyeing up anyone who might look secretly kinky, but he hadn't anticipated needing to be so open about his own desires.  Sure, Geralt has walked in on a hook-up more than once, but it wasn’t like he was tied up or being spanked at the time.

There’s a small - maybe not so small - part of him that worries he won’t be enough for Geralt.  He’s spent the last decade or so being the perfect best friend and never once showing that he feels anything besides friendship for Geralt.  A lot of people are perfectly capable of doing the whole friends with benefits thing, and Jaskier desperately hopes he’s one of them.

All of a sudden, the silence seems so overwhelming that he simply has to open his mouth and spit out the first thing that comes to mind.

“Do you…are mine good?” Jaskier asks, throwing his confidence aside.  He also feels a stupid that his list is half as long as Geralt’s.  But Geralt nods sharply, flushing a little as he glances down at the sheet of paper in his hands.

“There are no good or bad kinks, but this is a lovely list,” Geralt tells him, and Jaskier feels an odd sort of pride over it.  “I have to admit I’m kind of surprised to see slut-shaming on the list, though.  You’ve never been shy about your exploits.”

“I really haven’t,” Jaskier agrees with a snort.  “Though the thought of being called out for it?  Being told I’m a slut?  It just appeals to me.  Sadly I’ve yet to find a partner who was into it.”

“Well I love talking filthy, and I’m happy to include some humiliation,” Geralt says with a wink.  Jaskier crosses his legs, nearly bouncing in his seat at how intimate this is.  He’s never just sat down and talked about things like this with his previous partners.  Sure, there’d been a lot of checking in and giving consent, but usually not until they were already in the bedroom.

“I have to admit that I’m not entirely aware of all of yours, though?” Jaskier says, pursing his lips as he re-reads the list.  Geralt has nearly twice as many kinks listed as he does, and some he’s never even heard of.

“Ask any questions you have, because the internet might not be the best place for info on some of these.  Google tends to bring up some weird shit,” Geralt tells him, laughing as Jaskier cringes at him.  He looks over the list Geralt’s has ticked off, scanning it as his pulse quickens.  He has no idea why reading sexual acts is getting him so worked up, but it’s probably because all he can think of is how they might do these things together and he’s been in love with Geralt for ages.

“Spitting?” he asks, tilting his head as he waits for the explanation.  Geralt flushes, chewing on his lip before answering.

“Yeah, basically just spitting?” he says, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.  “Some people like getting spat on, and I like spitting.   Could be in your mouth, on your body, on your hole.”

“You, uh, you’d spit on my hole?” Jaskier asks because he can’t think before he speaks.  Jesus Christ, this is going to ruin him.  Why did he think they could have a conversation like this without feeling awkward?  But then Geralt smiles warmly at him, and he remembers they’re never awkward with each other.  This will work because of who they are.   Geralt has seen him at his worst, and he’s still here.  What’s a little spit between friends?

“I know you’re not really into being penetrated, so it might not come to that, but yeah. I like spitting,” Geralt says with a shrug.  Jaskier has no clue how he’s so put together, but he supposes being in the lifestyle for so long makes you comfortable with anything.  He does have to admit that the thought of kneeling in front of Geralt and letting him spit into his mouth sounds fantastically filthy, and skin buzzes when he thinks about it.

“I could probably make a decent guess about breeding but…we’re both men so please explain it better?” Jaskier asks, biting his tongue to keep from looking too out of his element.  Most of his experiences with breeding have been hoping he doesn’t knock anyone up, so he’s not sure how that can be sexy.

“Yeah, you definitely can’t get me pregnant,” Geralt says with a chuckle.  “It’s more about the thought of it?  Some people like to pretend they can and just talk about knocking me up and breeding me until it takes.  Sometimes it goes hand-in-hand with comeplay, because things tend to get a bit messy.”

Jaskier thought about that for a long moment, pictured fucking Geralt and filling him up with load after load while telling him how good he would look all swollen and pregnant.  He’s unable to hold back the shiver that runs through him and clears his throat before saying, “Better, er, better marks that down as a yes for me as well.”  Geralt just beams at him.

“Again, not saying this list is final.  They’re more like suggestions.  Kinks can be explored, too.  You might want to try something out because you don’t know if you like it or not.  Sometimes people will try things their partner likes to make them happy.  Just because I’m not excited about a certain thing, it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be willing to do it if you are.  Like feet?  Not my thing usually, but you put it down so I’m willing to play around with it,” Geralt says.  His face is steady, like he isn’t aware Jaskier is now picturing him sucking on his toes.  He takes a deep breath and looks at the paper again.

“Cock warming? Like…heating it up?  Wouldn’t that be up under temperature play?” Jaskier asks, knowing he’s probably wrong.

“No,” Geralt says with a soft laugh, “No, it’s when you just kneel down and hold someone’s cock in your mouth.  Not to suck them off or anything, just to hold it, keep it warm while they do something else.  Some subs enjoy it, because they can focus on just being a nice warm space for their dom.  Again, we don’t have to try everything on my list.  This is just to get to understand what we both might enjoy.  Nothing is a make it or break it kink for me.  The only thing that is non negotiable is aftercare.  I’m not going to let you leave until I’m sure you’re alright.”

“Well that seems reasonable.  So we uh, we seem to have a lot in common.  Like spanking, collars, biting, lingerie, and praise.   That’s good, right?  Seems like we could work it out?” Jaskier asks, proud of himself for being so brave.  One word from Geralt and this ends before it even starts.  He feels bad for not admitting he’s in love with the man, but Geralt was clear this is a no-strings kind of thing.   He’s been hiding his affection for years now, surely he can keep it a secret a little longer?

“Jaskier, you’re my best friend.  I would never turn you down.  Besides, who could be better to help you than me? We can easily keep things friendly and both get some fun out of it, too.  So yeah, as soon as you get your test results back we can start,” Geralt says with a smile.

“Of course!  Best friends who sometimes fuck.  Totally going to be the coolest thing ever!” Jaskier chirps, hoping his excitement hides his traitor of a heart.  Because if he can’t have all of Geralt?  He’ll take what he can.  He always has, hence their living situation.

“I should head out or I’ll be late to my weekly dinner with the boys, though.  We’re good here, yeah?” Geralt asks.  Jaskier completely forgot it was Thursday, and every week Geralt goes out for dinner with his brothers.  He’s tagged along a few times before, but prefers to let the boys have time to themselves.

“Yeah, get out of here.  I won’t wait up!” Jaskier says with a giggle.  Geralt seems to accept that and stands up to get ready.  Jaskier stays on the couch until he leaves, desperately trying not to think about how easily this could ruin everything between them.  He has to keep himself from showing how much he cares.  He just has to.

As soon as Geralt walks out the door, Jaskier shoves his pants down to his knees and palms himself through his briefs.  His cock is embarrassingly hard, and there’s already a wet spot on the front of the fabric.  He bucks up into his palm, grinding against it as tries and fails not to picture Geralt’s hand touching him instead.

He licks his hand before reaching in and wrapping it around himself.  He imagines what Geralt might make him do, what names he might call him, how tight his ass will feel when he finally gets to fuck him.  It’s over ridiculously fast, just a few rough strokes before he’s spilling over his own fist and making a mess of himself.

And as he sits there, panting and covered in his own come, he feels like that stupid dog meme.  This is fine.

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My name is Dimitri I’m nineteen he/him, this blog is mainly nsfw with the exception of fluff and I only write for male reader specifically AMAB since I’m not great with AFAB Anatomy!

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Henry dressed as a vampire. ( Henry as Husband)

Henry Cavill X female reader./ Henry X Wife / Henry as a dad.

Smutt, overstimulating, beging, p in v, Henry dom, vampire kinks.

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It was the birthday of your son, Tomás. A few days ago, you and your husband, Henry, asked if he wanted a party and he happily said yes, with a halloween theme, as it was close to it. You had asked all your son´s friend´s mothers if they could came and they all said yes, so, now, you´d have twelve 6 years old boys and girls, plus one of their parents at your house for a party. Your son was so ecxited that he couldn´t stop talkig about it. Your husband was encharged of your costumes. He got a mummy one for Tomás, a vampire for him and a pirate one for you. The day of the party came. Henry had to shoot a scene from his series until 3 pm, so, you´d have to welcome the guests alone until he came. You woke up and he was already gone. You made breakfast for you and Tomás and then you two started to prepare the backyard for the party. You two went out for lunch and then came back to make your costumes. You left him watching tv while you got ready, then you went to get him ready. 2pm came, his friends started to arrive. You were friend to most of the mothers, actually. Three of then were very close to you since college days. When all the guests arrived you saw how many different costumes had: witches, pirates, fairies, robots, vampires, super heroes, skeletons and more. Most parents were as pirates or witches. While the kids played, you all sat under a told and started to talk about the children. All of them said that their kids were really ecxited for this themed party, and they all complimented the idea. You said it was Tomás idea and he also was ecxited for it. After a while Henry arrived, he was already with his costume- he had taken it to work and putted it when he finished the shooting. He was wearing a black trouser with a social black shirt. His hair was put behind with gel, he had eyeliner and fangs on his canine teeth. Your breath stopped when you saw him. He greeted everyone and he and the other mens went to another place to talk and watch things. You and the other mothers talked about children, career, marriege and hobies. The talk was amazing, but it was time for cake. You all reunited around a big garden table and Tomás got on a stool- since he didn´t let Henry lift him in front of his friends- to be on the same high as the candles. The rest of the party was perfect, everyone ate and had fun. You and henry said goodbye to everyone and thanked then for coming. You said to Tomás to get inside and take the vegetables he wanted for dinner. As he did that, you and Henry cleaned the garden. When it was over, you got inside and gave Tomás a bath while henry cooked. You finished his bath, dressed him, and then went to your bath. Henry finished the dinner and you three had grilled vegetables for dinner. After, you did the dishes and henry went to take a shower, since he was still dressed as a vampire, except his fangs.

A couple of days passed since the party. One day, you recieve a message from your cousin saying that it will be a family lunch next weekend, and her dauther gave the idea of children going in costumes, since it would be halloween, so she had the idea of everyone going dressed in costumes. You confirmed your family presence. You loved the idea of seeing your cousins again, you all were really close.

You three went with your costumes from the last party. There, children were running, men were around the barbecue taking care of the meat, women were talking and were around the drinks and the desserts. You had brought a sweet pie that you made. Everyone was dressed as well. Your aunts and you were talking and they commented how pretty Henry was in that costume. You got embareced and blushed for him. At lunch time, when all of you were around the table, one little niece of your, dauther of your cousin, came to Henry and asked.

Little niece: uncle, why you didn´t dressed as Superman? since you are superman!

Everyone at the table laughed.

Henry: sorry little one, but the costume store didn´t have any superman costume when i went, it was sold out.

Little niece: but you didn´t get the superman costume when you finished the movie?

Henry: i tried to get it, but they wouldn´t let me, they would have to keep it for a while longer. But as soon as it is finished, i´ll get it.

In the afternoon, one of your cousins had the idea of making fun shots of everyone. You tried to hide, since you didn´t like photos, but one of your cousins pulled you to it. You tried to hide behind Henry but the stepped aside, saing it was a good idea to take the photos. You looked at him, with mad eyes. You all took several pictures: you and your cousins, all the girls, all the man, just children, each families (grandma make sure of that one being taken, she wanted everyone in her album). Iin yours with Henry, he stood behind you with Tomás in his shoulders and pretended to bite your neck, while you were secretly cointaining yourself to not moan with him sucking your neck dresssed like that. Of course he noticed, since he knew you well. In the end of the family lunch, your little niece asked Tomás if he wanted to sleep over and play with her the next day. They were the same age and get along so well that you and Henry couldn´t say no. Beside, Henry had plans for the night that he would prefer his son wouldn´t be home.

You went home and got back to leave some things for Tomás, like, toothbrush and clothes.

You and Henry was getting back home, he was driving and you were zoning out with the music you had putted. Then, out of nowhere, you feel something grabbing your thigh roughly. You look down and see Henry´s hand. You get home and, before you could put one foot inside the house, he lifts you, throwing you on his shoulders and going to your room. Arriving there, you already knew that he noticed the repreended moan and wanted to hear you scream that same one. He putted you on the bed and lighted the room with candles. He gently took of your pirate costume.

Herny: you shouldn´t repress a groan, pretty girl, but i understand why you did it.

You looked at him. You were feeling exposed being the only one naked, he didnt even let your panties.

Henry: tell me, you wanted to moan because you wanted sex tonight, you were needy, or you were horny because of the costume?

He already knew the answer, it was not the first time you were horny with him in a costume, it happened before when his make up was not fully gone from the witcher, and when you visited him on the set of mission impossible. But he would make you say it, he wanted to hear how you were.

y/n: i-i´m horny.

You say blushing and looking down. He gets your entire jaw with one hand and pull it up, so you can look to him.

Henry: you should have said it before. You know i don´t like that you keep this kind of secrets from me.

y/n: i´m sorry.

Henry: what do you like more about it?

y/n: i think the fangs, maybe.

You say in a whisper.

Henry: why maybe?

This conversation were making you mad.

y/n: i´m not sure because you aready have big canines, this protesis just made them a little bigger, not much, so i don´t know if it made a difference or not.

He takes it of and smiles.

Henry: so? was the fangs that made you horny?

y/n: no, maybe it was your hair in place?

Henry: maybe?

y/n: stop asking this.

You say, tired of this talk.

Henry: my delicate girl, i just wanna know. So i can do it more times.

y/n: no, looking better at it, it´s not your hair, i like it messed, natural curled. It is the eyeliner with the groomed hair. The combination itself.

Henry: see? it wasn´t so hard. With a little talk and patience, you got there.

He says grinning.

y/n: congrats, socrates would be proud of you.

You say with a sarcastic tone. He hated when you were desrespectful, and you knew that. Sometimes, when you wanted to tease your dom, you would be bratty.

He rushes to you, brutally pushing you to lay down and getting on top of you. You really knew how to get on his nerves. He took his strap and chained your hands to the bed. He took some lubricant and barely passed on your vulva, quickly inserting four fingers inside of you, making you scream loud with pain. His other hand started to dance on your clit, making your back twist. After some time you cum. He keeps doing it until you do it again, and one more time. Your vagina were sensible. He goes up to your neck and starts to suck it hard, making sure to leave bruises, while his hands played with your tits. He stopped and sat beside you, running his hands along your waist and your thighs. If you wanted something more from him, you´d have to ask, beg. He was passing his hands through your body, stopping and looking it from every angle, you were feeling to much exposed.

y/n: please, take your clothes of too. please.

Henry: i´m not sure about it.

y/n: please, be naked too.

After five minutes he decided to take his clothes also.

He gets on top of you and started to kiss you until you lost your breath for a long time. When he stopped you were weak. He unchained you and turned you to lay on your stomach. He pulled you to bend. One arm wrapped around your waist, not letting you go, and the other, slowly going in and out of you. You were done with his hands. You wanted to ride him while looking at his face as a vampire.

y/n: Henry, stop it. I wanna ride you. Let me top you, for once.

He stopped the hand inside you. But the other was still holding tight your waist.

Henry: i don´t know, i don´t think you deserve it. Hiding secret kinks from me and being arrogant.

You knew he would let you, but you´d have to barg more.

y/n: i know i was not good. But i´ll redime myself making you feel good.

Henry: i´m already feeling good now, darling.

y/n: please, Henry, let me. I wanna ride you while i see you like this. I´ll be a good top. i promise.

He let go of your waist and lays on his back.

Henry: go on, i´m all yours.

You leave the bed and go to get his fangs on the desk.

y/n: open your mouth, please.

He obeys and you put his fangs on place. You get op top of him, each thigh on one side of him. You lean for a kiss, noticing his difficulty to do it because of the fangs. You put his dick on your vagina and starts to move your hips, slowly increasing the speed. His hands grip your hips. You support you weight on your hands, which were on his waist. After some time, you hear a soft groan leave his throat. You smile at your acomplishment. You keep thrusting yourself until he cums, followed by you.

y/n: have i redemed myself?

Henry: a little.

You get out of him, taking his condom off and licking the point of his dick. After, you give him and a exeptional oral sex, always looking at his face, seeing his mouth open; the combination of the make up with the hair and fangs driving you crazy.

y/n: am i a good girl now?

Henry: i think you are pardoned.

You smile and goes up to him. You take his fangs of and messed his hair. It was straightened, but you didn´t mind. You two started to make out, with you on top. After some minutes he says:

Henry: let´s take a shower, then go to sleep, it´s almost 2 am.

You agreed and you both go to the shower. Of course you had sex there too. You came back to bed and slept cuddling.

The next day you two enjoyed each other and, at night, went to get Tomás.

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I’ve never written smut before and I think I wanna give it a try, starting off with Geralt/Jaskier because that’s the smut I read.

Problem is I’m stuck with a bit of choice paralysis over what to write first, so give me some ideas, what do you guys wanna read, I’m very much a top/dom jaskier truther and only interested in monogamous Geraskier.

Give me some smut prompts, as filthy and kinky as you want, can’t promise I’ll write any of it but I just want to know what there is an audience for, it seems like a good place to start

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It was always a little disappointing to hunt a common criminal.

They could never live up to the quick wit and vicious skills of the Dandelion.  Geralt had become spoiled on plots and heists that were concocted by a master craftsman.  A part of him had always looked forward to the chase, the barbed one liners, and that cocky smirk that haunted his dreams long before he’d learned the taste of his skin.

Now Geralt leaned against the wall of a grimy bar and tried not to roll his eyes at the cliche behaviors around him.  Women dressed in outfits that clung to each line of their bodies leaned heavily against their dance partners, eyes flat and disinterested while their hands slid down to free wallets from their pockets.  A few groups of men and women lingered near the edge of the crowd, carefully watching as they traded cash for small packets of powder or pills.  The undercover cops that had attempted to infiltrate the space had already been escorted out by the sharp-eyed bouncers near  the bar.

All of it felt pedestrian compared to the intensity of a life with Jaskier.  It took all of his effort to keep himself focused on the task at hand rather than simply calling in Eskel to clear out all of this trash.  Geralt toyed with the condensation on his untouched beer and tried not to think about the smells currently assaulting his nose.  

His iconic hair was hidden beneath the plain black baseball cap and he’d taken pains to hide the breadth of his shoulders beneath a baggy flannel. The effect had the added benefit of disguising the shape of the gun at his waist and knife along his spine. Even his eyes were shadowed with the low lights of his preferred corner. 

Jaskier would have teased him for the moody atmosphere. His villain would have seen this all as a tawdry show—all low budget edgy drama. 

It soothed some of his ragged edges to imagine Jaskier’s commentary on the club and its patrons if he were here.  He would have laughed at Geralt’s clunky attempts at disguising himself.  There’s no hiding those biceps, love.  Men have gone to war for less.

[jay-arts-t]

There is a criminally small amount of Dom Yennefer/Sub Geralt and Top Yennefer/Bottom Geralt fics. What the fuck. First goddamn scene with Yennefer and she's in a dominatrix get up at an ORGY. GERALT IS GERALT. WHATS NOT CLICKING listen, listen, in a relationship there's no "who wears the pants in the relationship" but it's Yennefer. Terrible. Terrible. I guess I have to write my own.

[hardcoverho]

Chapter 1 -THE FIRST GLANCE

Pairing - Geralt of Rivia x reader

Next Chapter - Chapter 2

Series Masterlist - WITCHER'S

Warnings - NONCON, degradation, spanking

The witcher entered the hall and the air, which had been filled with chatter just mere seconds before, hushed. He dragged a monster behind him. You didn't know this one. Your eyes were not on the black beast. Your eyes were on the witcher.

He threw the monster's body on the ground in front of the Lord of your town - Lord Edward. Lord Edward, small and old, got off his chair and waddled towards the witcher, a sack of coins in his weary hands.

"Take this and leave, Witcher."

You frowned at the lack of warmth. The Witcher had saved your town from a dangerous monster, yet there was no gratefulness to be seen in the Lord's eyes. You knew your father, yet it was sad to witness him being the way he was.

Witcher didn't seem to pay that much mind and had his mind fixed on getting paid. A gloved hand took the bag with a nod. Just when he was about to turn around to leave, his golden eyes fell on you.

You froze, your hands, which had been rubbing your bare forearms, stilled. Your breath hitched.

Witcher examined you quickly, lingering at every inch. And then, he walked out. No one had noticed his lingering look but you, you wondered if you had imagined it.

But you, as you found out later, had most certainly not imagined it.

. . .

It was late at night when you woke up to the feeling of someone looking at you from the darkness of your chamber. You stilled and then shook your head. It was your mind making up things again. Darkness was just that, darkness.

Till hands grabbed you. You screamed into the large rough hand, but your scream was too muffled to be heard by anyone. You were ripped out of your bed and pushed into a wall. His second hand grabbed your dress and tore it a little too easily. You screamed again, hands trying to grab the intruder, but you were too small compared to him.

His one giant hand slipped between your thighs and cupped your heat. Your face burnt and you froze in surprise for a moment but fought hander as the situation settled in. You were a maiden! You weren't going to let an intruder take what was to be your future husband's!

Tears burnt in your eyes as he held you like that. Your fingernails dug into his skin, but he didn't flinch. He held you, a hand over your mouth and a hand covering your cunt which had started warming up.

You sobbed into his hands trying to squirm your hips away from him, but all it did was make you feel more stimulation, which increased the unwanted warmth.

Before you knew it, he ripped your panties off. You sobbed harder as he cupped your now naked cunt, flinching at the heat of his rough hand. The man was a giant, you realized as tears spilled out of your eyes. You'd never be able to fight back.

After a while, you got tired and the fight slowly left you. You stayed there, whimpering softly into his hand, hips still squirming to get his hand away from your cunt.

His chin dug into your head as he stepped closer. All of his body pressed into yours, squishing you against the wall of your bedchamber.

He finally let go of your cunt and you sobbed in relief. He tore your dress off with one tug. Your hands instantly tried to grab it to keep it pressed to you, but he ripped it away. He grabbed your hip and pulled so that your ass was sticking out. He removed his hand from your mouth and you gasped for breath. He stuffed his thumb in your mouth, pinning your tongue down. You sobbed harder, biting his thumb.

And then he chuckled. A low, sensual sound. You shivered violently.

"Your body was made to take cock," he whispered. "Did you feel your filthy cunt warming when I cupped it as if begging for me to defile it?" His voice was deep and rough. It made you throb. You whimpered, lips wrapping around his thumb.

His large hand rubbed the soft skin of your behind. And then it came down sharply. You screamed in pain and he stuffed his thumb deeper into your mouth. Your hands reached back, trying to shield your vulnerable body, but his hand came down again. He chuckled as you whimper pitifully, your body shaking at the pain.

Your shaking hands grabbed his wrist, trying to take his thumb out of your mouth, but he might as well be a mountain. He spanked you till you felt drowsy because of the pain. Your legs shook and finally, you fell on the floor. You scrambled to where the door was, but he grabbed your thigh and picked you up. He turned you till your front was pressed to his, and your tear-filled eyes locked with his golden ones.

You gasped. It was the witcher. You had thought he left earlier today. But here he was.

In your bed chamber with you naked in his arms.

You were frozen with fear, you realized. Even the tears had stopped with surprise. You opened your mouth to scream and he stuffed two fingers into your mouth, choking you on them. Your hands, once again, grabbed his wrist and failed to get his hand to move. The corner of his mouth turned up in a taunting smirk as you cried around his fingers, hiccuping.

"If only your Lord father could see you now," he whispered. "Choking on a witcher's fingers, your innocent body tainted. Oh, how he would rage." His words dropped in a whisper. "Should I put in three?" You tried to shake your head, wiping the tears off your face.

He laid you down on your bed, looming over you. His body was so large you couldn't even see your room. His fingers pressed deeper and you huffed for breath, struggling around him. Your legs spread as he lowered himself lower on you, putting just a little weight on you.

"I will take my fingers out," he said. "And if you scream, I will put them in your cunt."

You nodded furiously. You needed to breathe. He took his wet fingers out and you took in huge gulps of air, whimpering at the burn in your throat. He watched you, his eyes on your mouth.

"What do you want?" You asked tearfully. "Please. This is improper. I-I'm to get married in weeks- please."

He tilted his head, a strand of his white hair brushing on your tear stained cheek. "How many weeks?"

You gulped. "S-Six."

He hummed, one hand gripping your waist. He slid it upwards till his thumb pressed into your nipple. You bit your lip to keep yourself from screaming. You had no doubt he would put his fingers in you. You didn't want him to touch you there. His rough thumb worked up and down on your nipple, eyes holding you hostage. You swallowed back a whimper as his thumb dug into your soft, sensitive bud.

His lips lowered to yours and stopped a mere breath away. "I own you," he said and pinched your nipple harshly as he slammed his lips on yours. You screamed into his mouth, struggling wildly, and pain shot through your nipple and spread throughout you. You grabbed his wrist again, needing him to let go. He did, only when you dissolved into sobs and his tongue entered your mouth, stroking yours. He pulled back a little, sucking on your tongue, and finally got off your body.

You gasped for breath, clutching your breasts. You looked at him, bottom lip trembling. He had dissolved in darkness, his golden eyes the only thing you could see.

Then, he opened the door and walked out. You knew no one would be in the hallways this late but still feared that if someone saw him coming out of your chamber, they'd assume the worst. And then you'd be ruined.

You ignored the wetness which was seeping out of your cunt, unaware of why that was happening. You covered yourself with thick blankets, hiding your face and making yourself as small as you could.

[kueble]

Like a Desperate Thing

Here is an extremely late fill for the @witcher-bows-and-arrows prompt “More.”  This is dedicated to @jaskierswolf who requested some thigh love.  Thanks for an amazing prompt!

Explicit. Warnings: Mild breathplay, rough oral sex, Dom/sub. 1,600 words.

Geralt/Jaskier

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Once the last email is sent, Geralt closes his work laptop and stands, stretching his arms up over his head since he’s been at it for so long.  He checks the clock and realizes he maybe went a little too long, but he knows Jaskier will still be right where he left him.  With a smile on his face, he leaves his office and heads back to the living room.

Jaskier is indeed right where he left him, kneeling on a yoga mat in front of the couch.  They’ve tried pillows, but Jaskier doesn’t like the way they make him fidget, claiming they’re too lumpy to work.  Geralt reaches down and runs his hands through Jaskier’s hair, tilting his head up to meet his gaze.  He’s completely naked, clasping his own wrists behind his back.

He’s absolutely perfect.

“Sorry I took so long,” Geralt apologizes, and Jaskier just beams up at him.   “You didn’t move the whole time, though.  Such a good boy for me.  Good boys get rewarded.”

“Please sir,” Jaskier whispers, and Geralt runs his thumb over his lips.  He’s painted them pink with some sort of gloss, and the look really works for him.  The eyeliner is a lovely little touch as well, because it really makes his blue eyes brighter.

Jaskier darts his tongue out, lapping as the pad of his thumb, and Geralt can’t help sliding it inside.  He presses down on Jaskier’s tongue, drawing a quiet moan out of him.  His eyes start to go hazy, and Geralt increases the pressure, giving him something to focus on.  He leaves his thumb there until Jaskier is whining and drooling around it.

“What do you want?” Geralt asks, and it takes Jaskier a moment to respond.  He blinks slowly, already going under, and Geralt revels in how amazing he is at this.  He was born to be on his knees like this.

“Can I suck you off?” Jaskier asks before hastily adding, “please.”  They don’t use titles when they play like this, since neither of them really care for them.  Jaskier’s little pleases are more than enough for him.

“Of course you can,” Geralt tells him before stepping out of his sweats and boxers.  He takes his shirt off as an afterthought, wanting to keep it clean.  He sits on the couch, legs spread and cock ready for his perfect little pet.  Jaskier waits until he gestures him over with a wave of his hand to crawl over to him.  He kneels between his legs awaiting more instructions.  “Go on then,” Geralt murmurs, and Jaskier leans in.

Geralt is half hard already, and he quickly hardens the rest of the way as Jaskier wraps his slender fingers around his cock and strokes him slowly.  Apparently he’s not in the mood to rush things tonight.  He looks up at Geralt through his dark lashes, and Geralt brings a hand down to cup the back of his head.  It’s just to hold, no real force behind it.

The first lick is tentative, just a flick of Jaskier’s tongue across the head of his cock.  He moans softly before lapping up the bead of pre-come gathering there.  Geralt groans when he sucks the tip into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it as he does.  Jaskier’s mouth is hot and wet, and Geralt barely manages to hold himself back from thrusting into it.  But no, he’ll give him his time to explore before he takes over.

Jaskier’s eyes flutter closed as he swallows Geralt down, moaning as he takes him so well.  He works Geralt’s shaft with his hand, unable to fit all of him inside.  Geralt knows he can deepthroat him, but he lets Jaskier draw this out.  He looks gorgeous like this, lips stretched wide around Geralt’s thick cock.  His lip gloss is already smearing, and Geralt knows it’s going to be completely ruined by the time they’re done.

“So good for me,” Geralt whispers, and Jaskier keens under the praise.  “It’s my turn now, though.  Gonna fuck this pretty little mouth of yours.”  Jaskier whimpers around him, sending a shiver through him.  He stills, though, giving Geralt complete control of him.

Geralt starts gentle, just a slow thrust of his hips as he holds Jaskier in place.  His eyes are unfocused, and Geralt knows he’s deep in subspace right now.  He looks so stunning like this, and Geralt can’t help increasing his speed, bucking his hips roughly as he buries himself to the root.  Jaskier just whines and drools around him.

He is so pliant right now, just totally slack as he lets Geralt fuck his face.  Geralt moves his hand from Jaskier’s cheek to the back of his head, tangling his fingers in his soft hair.  He tugs sharply, and Jaskier gasps, clearly desperate for more.

Since he’d give his pretty boy damn near anything when he’s so good like this, Geralt slams his hips into him again.  He holds him there, watching Jaskier bliss out as Geralt cuts off his air.  He’s crying now, eyeliner smudged as fat tears fall down his cheeks.  Geralt pulls back right before he hits his limit, slipping all the way out and watching as Jaskier gasps to fill his lungs.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this.  Such a pretty little slut for me.  You’re absolutely beautiful when you’re crying your eyeliner off,” Geralt murmurs, and Jaskier preens under the praise.  He reaches down and swipes a thumb through the runny mess under his eye, and Jaskier leans into the touch.  “Want me to finish in your mouth or on your face?” he asks, and Jaskier just stares up at him stupidly for a long moment.

“Face please,” he slurs out, and Geralt grins down at him.

“Good boy, using your words for me,” he whispers, making Jaskier groan again.

And then he takes himself in hand, stroking his cock quickly.  He’s close already thanks to Jaskier’s clever mouth, and his orgasm builds at the base of his spine as he looks down at Jaskier’s eager gaze.  His mouth is slack, tongue stuck out as he waits for Geralt to come on his face.   It looks like he’s ever wanted anything more in his entire life, and that thought is what sends Geralt’s hurdling over the edge.

The first splash of come hits Jaskier on the cheek, and he moans wantonly as Geralt aims for his tongue next.  He sits there with his mouth open, catching as much as he can as Geralt frantically strokes himself through his orgasm.  He grunts as the last dribble falls and clings to Jaskier’s lip.

He looks like sin personified, and Geralt couldn’t love him harder if he tried.

Jaskier is shaking now, his own neglected cock red and leaking between his thighs, and Geralt knows he shouldn’t tease him any longer.  Still, he can’t help reaching down and trailing his fingers through the pearly stripes painted across his cheek and sliding it into Jaskier’s mouth.   He whines and sucks it clean, rocking on his knees, his hips humping the air uselessly.

Risking oversensitivity, Geralt rubs the head of his flagging cock against Jaskier’s pink lips, moaning when he swipes his tongue across it.  Geralt hisses and twitches though it’s too soon to get up again.  Still, he stays there until Jaskier has licked him clean, petting his head in appreciation before slumping back against the couch.

He pats his thigh and Jaskier scrambles into his lap to straddle it.  His cock looks so hard it must ache, but he hovers above Geralt’s skin and waits for instructions.  Geralt leans in and kisses him lazily, swallowing down each whimper that comes up until he’s sure Jaskier must be ready to burst.  He pulls back with a grin and settles his hands on Jaskier’s hips, not gripping but just light enough to ground him.

“Good boys get to come,” Geralt tells him softly, dragging another whine out of him.  He looks down at where Jaskier’s dick is leaking onto his hairy thigh and nods sharply.  “Get yourself off, no hands, just use me.”

It’s like a switch flips, and Jaskier goes from perfectly still to humping him like a desperate thing.  He buries his face in the crook of Geralt’s neck, gasping as he rocks his hips against him.  He’s so wet that his cock slides easily across Geralt’s muscular thigh, and he just holds it still and lets Jaskier find his pleasure.

It doesn’t take long, and Jaskier clings to Geralt as he finds release, his fingers digging into his shoulders as he shakes in his lap.  He whines, breath hitching while he grinds down into him and shoots off in bursts of hot come between them both.  Geralt whispers praise into his ear, the brush of his lips against him making him whimper brokenly.  Jaskier keeps rolling his hips until he’s drained and then collapses onto Geralt.

“Such a good job,” Geralt murmurs into his hair while he runs his hands up and down his sweat-slicked back.  Jaskier shivers and pants against his neck, drooling on him in his fucked out state.  “I’ll give you a few moments before we head to the bathroom.  I’ll draw you a hot bath and get you cleaned up and fed before I tuck you into bed.  So good for me, love.”

Jaskier sighs happily and melts into his embrace, practically emanating trust and affection and Geralt’s heart feels so fucking full.

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[help-help-i-need-an-adult]

*Jaskier spanking Geralt*

Patty cake Patty cake

Geralt’s bum

Pretty and round

And pink as gum

Kneed it, smack it

Tease it with the D

Spread this Witcher’s cheeks

For Eskel and me

[justice-maul]

Character/Scenarios Kink List

Featuring: Dom and/or Top Reader w/ Random Fandoms

Summary: A new little fun game for my followers and new comers to play with me, you can request anything from this list with the rules down below but aren’t obligated to as I will still write them regardless

Author Note: there will be some overused characters and actors because this list is of my personal favorites to write about, I change this list quite a bit according to my taste so keep that in mind

Rules for requesting are down below and the links/list are under the keep reading

Kink/character list:

Jealous Sex ft.

Thigh Riding ft. Bucky (The Winter Soldier)

Premature Ejaculation ft. Clark Kent (Superman)

Facefucking ft.

Accidental Stimulation ft. Steve Rogers

Aphrodisiac/Sex Pollen ft. Jason Todd (Redhood DC)

Discreet sex ft. Bruce Wayne

Size Difference ft.

Toys ft.

Begging ft.

Kitchen Sex ft. Tony Stark x Avengers amab!Reader

Shower Sex ft. Pietro Maximoff

Caught Masturabting ft. Bucky (The Winter Soldier)

Overstimulation ft. Geralt (The Witcher Netflix)

Praise Kink ft.

Uniform Sex ft.

Scent/Smell Kink ft.

Boss/Power Play ft. Natasha Romanoff

Hate sex ft.

Cockwarming ft.

Face Sitting ft. Marc Spector

Spit kink ft.

Breeding ft. Dick Grayson (Nightwing)

Tit Job/ Pec Job ft. Diavolo (Obey Me)

Frottage ft. Jake Lockey (Moonknight)

Hero/Villain ft.

At Work Sex ft.

One Piece of Clothing ft.

Bent Over ft.

Drunk Sex ft.

Requests:

All of my existing blog rules must be followed here too, please be respectful and read these

You can add anything to it along with the kink and you may add scenarios and/or prompts even a plot,

Send me the number of your desire and a character if there isn't already one on it and I’ll write it next whether it be a headcanon or a fic

I can turn down a request, I have that right as a person

If a number is crossed out and says: currently writing, DO NOT REQUEST IT

The characters and kink will not be changed if you make a request on which one you want me to write

Alternative universe’s are welcome

I won’t do mommy/daddy/mistress/master labels, pregnant reader or character, having a child together,

I will not do cock cages or rings, pet play, monster sex, snowballing, vomit, poop, feet, pee, sneeze, vore, or gore. There will be no kink-shaming either. other than that I’m open-minded.

I will write it in a random order and you can request in a random order

You can add another character but can’t change an existing one

Be respectful of the kinks and do not shame others for theirs

[hold-me-witcher]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Additional Tags: First Times, Oral Sex, Bondage, Dom/sub, Alternate Universe - BDSM, BDSM, Sex, Dom Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Gentle Dom Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Dom Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Sub Jaskier | Dandelion, Non-Human Jaskier | Dandelion, just a tad, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Says "Hmm", Blow Jobs, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Has a Large Penis Series: Part 4 of You have me Summary:

Jaskier has made it very clear and gone into at length how much he enjoys sucking cock. So the fact that Geralt hasn't asked him specifically for a blowjob yet? Rude. It's worth the wait, though. For all parties.

[0dde11eth]

Jaskier wanting to try something new and ✨️kinky✨️ in the bedroom

He wants to have sex in front of a mirror

Geralts willing to do anything for his top bard, and agrees

Unfortunately before their activities can be too fun, geralt catches sight of their reflection.

His wolfy instincts take over and he starts growling at the mirror, and gnashing his teeth.

He gets very upset and demands to know who jaskiers having sex with in the mirror, and is this stranger challenging him???

Jaskier ends up laughing too hard to continue.

[laurikarauchscat]

Get it together - part 3: prompt "Dance"

"We're going to try this one more time - "

"Witcher-"

"And this time. Just fucking trust me."

[ijusthavesomanyblorbos]

do with this what you will. AND IGNORE THE TEMPLATE AHAH IT WAS THE BEST ONE I COULD FIND. sobbing.

[geraskierficrecs]

Anarchy Update!

New chapter to read here.

Teaser:

Jaskier left Novigrad with a small backpack full of his belongings, an empty bank account and a tiny, three-legged kitten tucked into the pocket of his jacket.  He hadn’t bothered to carry anything else out of his dorm room or even let his professors know why he wouldn’t be back in their class room again.  Whatever naivety he might have once possessed about justice or proving there was evil in this city had died with Renfri.

He bought a ticket out of town with the cash he’d accumulated from his last gig and pulled the hood of his jacket up over his head to hide his features from nearby cameras.  If the Witchers were hunting Renfri for what she’d discovered about Stregobor, it was only a matter of time before they began looking at the people closest to her for more information.  There was no hope that he’d be able to hide his fury or heartbreak from a Witcher and so he chose to do the unthinkable:

He would leave this city and find his own justice.

By the time the news began to cycle through the story of a dead extremist killed by the White Wolf, Jaskier was already out of the city limits and heading deeper into the Continent.  In Posada, he watched the white-haired Witcher grunt his way through a press conference while Stregobor and the older Witcher, Vesemir, watched with obvious approval.  At the outskirts of Redania, Jaskier found himself at the end of his cash and forced to walk into the country of his birth on foot.

He walked into Redania with his rage and heartbreak compressed into diamond-like hardness. The silence that followed him through the bus ride and long hike toward the city in the distance ensured that he’d already thought how he’d return to Novigrad one day soon with the skills he needed to bring the Witchers and their fucked up, corrupt system to its knees.  Hours after leaving the bus stop, Jaskier reached the outskirts of Tretogor and began his hunt for the information he would need to topple an empire.

Instead, he found Phillipa.