#geraskier smooching

[buttercupthebard]

Very depressed right now, so I'm doing what makes me feel better : drawing Geralt cuddling Jaskier in Brokilon.

😌✨

[spielzeugkaiser]

I had Geralt being giddy and tipsy and giving Jaskier little kisses, so I gotta do it the other way around too!

Jaskier hugging Geralt like

long boi

[artistanilu]

Shout out to my friend @oyitsjessica who gave me this prompt!

[roughentumble]

ok. holding off on the keychains of the sword and lute, and also tishawish's "smooch" print, because. i need to not buy things impulsively 😤

[rockrockitsu]

some old geraskier smooches for your pleasure

[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!

[seventfics]

😅 and 💖!!

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

I am embarrassed of my older Geraskier smut, but only a smidge. Mainly the words I used to describe cock 😅

💖 What made you start writing?

A long, long time ago, I was a teenager in school with computer access. Googling my favorite shows, I found ye olden FF.net. I realized I could do something there. That's really all it took. Outside of fandom, I'd cultivated original stories which I one day wanted to write, but nothing made me begin the journey of putting words to paper than anime bros in website text.doc smooching.

(Send me an emoji and I'll answer your question!)

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

MOTHSKIER!!!! KISSES!!!!!!

yeah I wrote this pretty much immediately because it's so fucking cute

no tws only smooching

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To Jaskier, Geralt is the brightest and most beautiful light in all the world. He's more drawn to the soft-hearted Witcher than anything else. Whenever Geralt is away, the Fae sits in the middle of his nest in the dark and yearns. He waits patiently for his darling to return home to him, carrying the warmth of daylight in the golden hues of his gorgeous eyes.

Jaskier leaps to his feet when he hears the front door open, his wings fluttering behind him as if urging him to speed up. He bursts into the front hall with a wide grin plastered across his face, his antennae twitching excitedly. "Dear heart!"

"Jaskier!" Geralt wraps his arms around the cryptid and spins him in a quick circle.

"How are you, darling?" Jaskier asks, checking Geralt over for any new injuries. The Witcher gently bats his hands away before putting his hands back around Jaskier's hips.

"I'm fine. I could still use a kiss, though."

Jaskier flushes prettily and bites his lip, gazing up through his lashes at the white-haired Witcher holding him close. "I suppose I could manage."

He closes the scant space between them and presses their lips together, letting the tender moment stretch out for a few more heartbeats. He cards his fingers through Geralt's silvery tresses and pulls them more tightly together. The Witcher licks against his mouth and Jaskier yields to him, melting against that broad chest and knowing he'll always be safe in this embrace.

When they pull apart for air, Jaskier laughs breathlessly. "Oh darling," he coos after a moment to gather his composure, "Come back to the nest so I can welcome you home properly."

Geralt grins and allows himself to be tugged down the hall to the guest - no, Jaskier's room.

[dapandapod]

Good morning panda brain!

So!

Jaskier helps Geralt through his bisexual awakening.

Geralt knew people can like both. Triss and yen are know to take lovers from any gender and he has never thought twice about it.

Until he realizes Jaskier does too.

And Geralt tries to work through it by himself, mulling it over, trying to figure out if it is *just* the bard he is attracted to, or other men too?

But he finds he get confused and frustrated because it is hard to identify feelings, even more so if they are his own? So one day/eve/ something he asks Jask for help, because he is the safest one he knows to ask.

(There might also be a hint of self sabotaging afoot but he doesn’t realize that)

“How do you know?”

“Know what?”

“If you like both?”

And then Jaskier asks a series of questions (he makes sure Geralt is alright or if he doesn’t have an awnser/want to say it, that Geralt doesn’t have to say but he should think about it) about what makes Geralt notice a person, draws him in.

In the end they say something in the lines of;

“It is fine to experiment. Just try not to do that with the subject of your affection.” And then after a while “I could help you..”

And before Geralt thinks of what the fuck he is saying, he blurts out something like;

“I was told not to experiment with the subject of my affection” something something.

And Jaskier goes all 😳😳😳 because ofc he hoped and dreamed and he too helped out in some self sacrificing thing in hope to make Geralt happy, even if it was with someone else, and now he gets this??

And then begins the circling around each other, because it would hurt if Geralt tried these feelings with someone else (and with the risk of him falling for that person) while being *told* he is the reason for this bisexual crisis/awakening.

But also it would hurt even more if they tried, if Jaskier opens that door and allows himself some room to feel all those suppressed feelings - but as an experiment, one that Geralt might find that no, he doesn’t feel that way, thanks for helping out - and closing the door again.

Buuut all goes as it usually does with Geralt - maybe they part for winter, Geralt on the way there thinks about every man he ever found hot, and maybe it is not many, but enough to feel like yeah, there is something there.

And then he spends the entire winter fantasizing about his bard, how it would feel to woo him, and finds that he likes it.

Come spring, maybe they re unite but there is something tense now between them, the fine line of pretending Geralt didn’t say he might fancy the bard, just to be able to keep going without throwing themselves at each other.

The bard never said anything back after all.

An out, if Geralt decides he doesn’t feel that way.

But then Geralt starts to try it out. Reaching for Jask’s hand, touching him more, smiling, maybe even flirting.

And eventually Jask has to ask, has to check that this is not an experiment, because Jaskier’s heart won’t be able to take it.

And Geralt sits quietly for a while, starting at the flames. Maybe they are in a room or maybe they are in the forest, but he sits quietly to think, and it is so very hard to bear.

And maybe Geralt decides that

“I may be inexperienced with this, and even if I have found I find other men attractive, it is towards you I am drawn. So if you would let me, I would try to make you think of only me, too” or something.

And he hopes Jaskier doesn’t mind inexperienced lovers, well. Geralt has been with people before, but he haven’t… loved them.

And he tells Jaskier that, he will make mistakes yes, but he is trying to learn, and he hopes, but if Jask wants nothing of it, he will stop. Clarifying stop trying to woo jask, not stopping to feel that way, about him and about men.

And maybe Jaskier needs to think about it.

Eventually Jaskier says that, he knows what it is like to have his heart broken. Expressing love is easy for him yes, but loving? *Loving* is hard. And it hurts like hell.

So he begs Geralt, begs him to take care. Because if they try this, there might be no going back. No place to return to, should this fail. He can’t guarantee he can heal should Geralt break his heart.

And they go forward with glacial speed, working to change the foundation, gently building trust and affection. They are apart for big stretches of the year, but reunifying has them growing closer.

Very little changes, but Jaskier notice how Geralt is looking at him. Keeps looking at him. Keeps reaching for him.

And eventually, when Jaskier dares believe this is not a passing thing, he reaches back.

They find themselves sleeping closer on purpose. They start wintering together, properly, and find themselves always in each other’s orbit.

They are in every sense a couple, but the physical one. And even if Geralt is the inexperienced one, he lets Jaskier set the pace.

And the bard works himself up to it. Hand holding becomes kisses on the hand. Kisses on the hand becomes kisses in the cheek. And one day, just after lunch at Corvo Bianco, Jaskier kisses him on the cheek, but remains close.

Geralt lets him, waiting and watching, until Jaskier presses a peck to his lips too. And then another one. And then before dinner, the dams are broken, and the peck turns into a kiss, a proper, lingering, earth shattering kiss.

And Geralt, the absolute ass, is murmuring against Jaskier’s lips, even as he is pressing Jaskier against the table, even as they are smiling and kisses, he says

“Have you been experimenting with the subject of your affection?”

“It seems that I am.”

“Some would deem that unwise.” Geralt says, kissing jask again. “What is your conclusion?”

It is a question in jest, he knows, but Jaskier studies Geralt’s face, holds his face with both hands as they become serious.

“That I love you.”

Which … has been a terrifying thought. Up til now, it has been the most frightening thing to carry.

But now? Now they are in each other’s arms, now they are on equal footing. Now it means the same thing for them both.

[theodoti]

just a lil kiss on the cheek <3

[julek]

36: stopping a kiss when it gets too heated for geraskier perhaps 💕

#36. stopping a kiss when it gets too heated

It’s been a lazy evening.

With the cool breeze of early autumn blowing fallen leaves outside, their routine has mostly consisted of a steady cycle of standing in front of the open fridge, willing something sweet and cake-shaped into existence, sitting on the couch then sliding onto the carpet then sitting on the couch again, watching old movies on the TV, ice cream tub in hand, and other shapes of doing-nothing-ness.

And kissing.

Lots of kissing.

It’s all so new between them, it still feels very delicate. Geralt can feel it in the way Jaskier’s hand frames his face, in the way his lips explore but don’t intrude. It’s sweet and exciting and it tugs at his heart in a way nothing has in a very long time, and every waking hour of every day he’s incensed with the knowledge that he can have this, that Jaskier is not walking away, that this is theirs to have. 

So in between all the couch-sitting, couch-sliding-off, there are many kisses. Stolen, some, when the other isn’t looking — like when Jaskier laughs at the cheesy dialogue of whatever rom-com is running in the background, and Geralt’s heart swells with a love that feels infinite, and he just has to kiss the grin off his face. Sweet, like when Geralt comes back from the kitchen with more popcorn and Jaskier thanks him with a gentle kiss to the forehead, almost like an afterthought. That’s what excites him — the fact that words, glances, almost everything can be reduced to a single action, a single kiss.

Like now, the movie completely and utterly forgotten as they kiss and kiss and kiss. Geralt doesn’t know how it started, or who did; all he knows is that Jaskier tastes like salt and butter and that he smells a little bit like the candle they burned a while ago, and that his hair is soft under Geralt’s hands and that he sighs into Geralt’s mouth from time to time, and it feels like heaven. 

Jaskier’s hands begin to wonder, too. They reach for Geralt’s face, then his jaw, then lower, lower, lower, tickling his sides. Geralt gasps, unbidden, as Jaskier’s fingers begin slowly opening the buttons of his shirt, teasing, his touch making Geralt’s skin erupt in gooseflesh. 

There’s a soft moan — Geralt couldn’t say who’s mouth it belongs to, lost in the feeling as he is — as Jaskier rocks forward, abandoning his seat on the couch to plant himself more firmly onto Geralt’s lap. The kiss grows more heated, their tongues meeting again and again, and suddenly, it becomes too much. 

Geralt gently taps Jaskier’s thigh as he pulls back a bit, and is relieved to see Jaskier’s mouth curl into a small smile. 

“Too much?” He asks Geralt, and there’s no condescendence in his tone, nothing but plain curiosity. 

“Yeah,” Geralt nods, letting out a small laugh. He can feel his face burn a bit, his cheeks warm to the touch. “Sorry.”

Jaskier sits back on his haunches and playfully swats Geralt’s arm. “No saying sorry. I’m glad you let me know.”

Geralt nods again, looking down at his hands. The ever-present feeling that he’s ruining things by not being enough is trying to make itself heard in his mind, but he closes his eyes and tries to focus on the nice things — the feeling of Jaskier’s skin against his, their hands locked together, the pleasant butterfly buzz in his stomach, the loving shade of blue in Jaskier’s eyes that tells him everything he needs to know. 

“I know,” he says out loud, and Jaskier smiles at him, squeezing his hand. “Could you come here anyway?”

Jaskier goes, of course, never in his life turning down cuddles, and it settles something in Geralt’s skin, the way they fit together so perfectly: the way Jaskier’s hair tickles his chin and how his arms can wrap around him like a blanket, warm and inviting. 

On the screen, Sally’s blue eyes are shining with tears. 

“I love you,” Jaskier says against his arm. “I can’t believe you distracted me during Harry’s big speech, though.”

Geralt nudges him. “He tells her he loves her even though she gets cold when it’s seventy degrees out,” he tells him. “And that he wants to spend the rest of their lives together.”

“Hmm,” Jaskier says thoughtfully. “Now that would be something, huh?”

His face is shining as the credits roll.

Geralt loves him to bits. 

“It would.”

[potatofu-art]

Smooches

[caramelcoda]

Season 2 Boys cause that red jacket was killer

Based on that one photo by Paul Fusco, San Francisco, 1980

[arcaneviolence]

kisses for geralt, jaw kisses for jaskier

the scrunkles

[frostedbasilisk]

Day one of the winter prompt challenge X 

[samstree]

Jaskier presses another kiss to Geralt’s jawline, the witcher’s stubble scratching his lips a little. The bard hums contentedly before doing it again.

“Are you done?” 

The feigned annoyance rumbles in Geralt’s chest, the vibration right under Jaskier’s palm, and yet the witcher tilts his head back to expose more of his neck.

“Nuh-uh,” Jaskier shakes his head, tucking away a strand of white hair. He loves it when Geralt wears it down. It pools on his shoulders like a waterfall made out of silver, makes him look more relaxed too. “I’m not nearly done, my dear.”

The bard wets his own lips and goes straight for the sensitive spot under Geralt’s ear, nibbling and sucking gently, which draws a tiny moan out of the witcher.

Jaskier is feeling quite proud of himself.

“You—” He then cradles his favorite witcher’s face in both hands, looking into those golden ambers that are turning hazy from pleasure. “—deserve all the kisses in the world. Yes, you should get kisses every day.” Jaskier pecks at the corner of Geralt’s mouth once. “For each day of your life—” Twice. “—I shall give you one kiss, so hush now. I have a lot of catching up to do.”

“That’s ridicu—”

Geralt is rudely interrupted by a string of dedicated kisses peppered all over his face. They are gentle, yet full of Jaskier’s unwavering attention. The bard feels a sigh from the witcher ghosting over his skin when he reaches that scar near Geralt’s hairline.

Jaskier’s fingers are carding through white hair when he pulls back.

“You deserve all the love in the world too. Do you know that?”

“Jask, I…”

From the way those amber eyes turn away, hiding from the intensity of those words, Jaskier can tell it’s one of those days. A furrow is forming between Geralt’s brows and Jaskier won’t allow it. Not anymore.

“Hey,” he coaxes Geralt to look back. Within a heartbeat, a big, wet smooch is placed on the witcher’s frown, soothing the doubt underneath.

When their gazes meet, that soft look only reserved for Jaskier is here again, warm and flowing with adoration. Geralt tilts his head slightly.

“You are still ridiculous.”

“I know,” Jaskier chuckles, playing with Geralt’s long hair absently. “And I’ll never change. Not about this.”

With a smile, the bard gets back to his unfinished work. He has a lot of catching up to do after all, and Geralt will have to indulge him for a bit.

Not that he’s complaining.