#jaskier x you

[super-marvel-dc]

Y/N: ARE YOU-

Geralt: Fucking.

Y/N: KIDDING ME?! YOU-

Geralt: Fucking.

Y/N: IDIOT!

Jaskier: …What was that?

Geralt: I banned Y/N from swearing, so I’m helping them out.

[writersblockedx]

The End of What Could Have Been

Pairing - Jaskier x Fem!Reader Summary - Jaskier finally gives in at trying to flirt with his favourite barmaid - something that only makes her fall harder for him. Warnings - alcohol, mention of a brothel? Words - 2.1K

A/n - Hi, I’m back! I know I’ve been gone for a little while; writers block has been killing me. But I’m back at it again, hopefully back at posting regularly again.

Masterlist

It had become the cycle of the night. As the stragglers of the Inn began to make their way back to their own beds - or hay stacks for some of them - he would appear. Far too wide-eyed for this time in the night, lute strapped over his shoulder and a glistening smile most female bar keeps had never been able to resist. Well, most expect for yourself.

Jaskier was sweet, that was true, but he was equally greedy. And the whole town knew of it. The stories of his lewd behaviour with his several different partners were laced throughout his lyrics, right alongside the fantastical story of the Witcher and the many creatures the two fought off together. Though, with that very bard in front of you now, you struggled to believe he had the same strength of a Witcher.

"Same as always, Y/n." His elbows leaned against the wooden bar as he slid a couple of coins across for you. Always a couple extra for your own pocket.

You simply nodded your head in an act to show your acknowledgement of him before turning to gather a pint of beer for the bard. "Not in the mood for conversation tonight?" He questioned while you had your back turned.

You only said anything when the cup that was brimming with frothy ale was in your hand. "Not with you. Not tonight." Ever so bluntly, that snap in your tone slipped from your tongue as you placed the drink down in front of him with a thud.

He flashed his puppy eyes; he had gotten good at doing that. "And whys that?"

Your expression never faulted. You didn't dare. You had told yourself for almost a month while Jaskier had been playing at this pub that you wouldn't be one of the many to fall prey to his sweet smile and his even sweeter words. "Because the only conversation you want to have is one where it ends with you getting into my pants." You said it so sternly. So casual. Without a lick of embarrassment as if it were a passing comment, lacking any source of meaning.

But Jaskier's response had proved different. He stiffened and struggled to swallow the ale that lingered on his tongue. "Can't blame a man for trying." His response came a second too late - attempting to get over the initial shock that had stunned him too much to speak straight away.

"I can when, despite getting your answer, you're still trying." You didn't break. With every word, you lean slightly closer, till there were only inches between you.

"Well," He sighed lightly and leaned back, "I still haven't heard you tell me to stop."

You couldn't help but laugh, "I know you're a bard, but you're not stupid, surely."

"You didn't have to go there."  He quipped. "I personally don't think you want...this to stop." His words were as cautious as one in a sword fight. One wrong move and he was frightened you were about to stab him in the back.

For the first time, you became hesitant. You were uncertain. Of course, you could admit Jaskier did have that sweet smile and the charm to accompany such. He also was easy on the eyes, had a slick manner and was, as much as you hated to admit it, the type of bachelor you could see yourself spending the night with - or several. But he was infamous for such behaviour. He travelled from town to town, bed to bed, and you were not about to the 90th woman on his list. That of such, was what you refused.

So you shifted, and slipped back into your stern facade as if nothing had ever happened, like there had never been a blink of uncertainty. "This," You pointed between the two of you, "Never even started." Words so sharp they cut through Jaskier's heart like a knife to butter. While the man was fine to break others' hearts, his was too just as fragile and sensitive. And to hear such from a woman he had grown to admire over the weeks shook his core. With the words written out in front of him, he knew he could no longer ignore them.

And so you straightened your back and stared at the boy you were forced to resist. "You finish your ale, I'll close up." You announced, without any input from him. Normally, he would last at least another three drinks. But tonight, neither of you wanted the company of the other. The air between you had become tense and rigid. Air of which you were not in the mood to breathe.

So you took it upon yourself to make that decision. You started stacking the chairs around the pub, cleaning the sticky tables and making sure everything was as it should be. The only thing left was Jaskier. He took his final sip. He placed the cup back on the bar and let out a deep breath; he knew this was the end. This was the point in which you had drawn the line, you had told him no once and for all. And you had given him no choice but to listen.

There as he stood, he turned to you. At first, he looked you up and down, taking in the last of what remained—this night marked the end of what could have been. He locked eyes with you. Neither of you moved. Neither of you said a word. After that moment of acceptance passed, he provided a nod. With that, he left the Inn without a trace. That night, in your lonely bed, you struggled to sleep, plagued by the ever-yawning question of if you just made a mistake.

By the next morning, you came to face the consequences of your own actions. You strolled in for your shift as you always did to find the Inn relatively empty. In fact, more empty than it ever had been in the past month. The only ones to occupy the Inn were the same stragglers which never seemed to leave. It didn't take you long to figure out why; the lack of strumming music in the Inn was likely the culprit. And, after that conclusion, you came to assume that it was partly the fault of yourself and a certain encounter from the night before.

"No bard today?" You queried your boss, the Innkeeper, as he stood cleaning the wooden bar.

"No bard anymore." He answered. A part of your brain was tugged with curiosity, the other knew that you shouldn't want to know. You cut the ties. You were at fault. You should leave things as they were. "Get used to how things used to be. Just the regulars again." That was one, if the only, good thing about Jaskier: the customers he brought. You could never deny his lyrical beauty and the lull of his lute. So brilliant, in fact, it almost brought you a pay rise.

Your head dropped in thought. No matter how much you wanted to accept this, a part of you wondered if this decision came from a reaction of the night prior. "Where is he staying?" You spat the words out before you could stop yourself. "The bard?" You added, suddenly aware of how strange that question may sound to your boss.

To be expected, the man raised a brow, "I'm not sure," He shrugged his shoulders lightly. "That cheap Inn up the road probably. Or a bench." With that, the grumpy old Inn keeper turned his back to you, going back to sort out the several types of ales.

For a moment, you stared. But the thought nagged you too much; Why not? He was leaving, what else was there to lose? He was sweet, admirable and you couldn't help yourself. You had only wished you had realised such fact the night before. Without thinking twice, you left. You took off without another word and headed to that cheap Inn your boss had pointed to.

By the time you arrived, you came to realise it was perfect timing. Jaskier was getting ready to depart. He had a couple of bags hung over his shoulder as he slung them over a horse. His expression was, until you came into his sights, set into a stern hold. And then, a glint of wonder reached his face, and the very corners of his lips twisted upright just slightly. He wouldn't admit it yet, but he was happy to see you had come back to him.

"And the barmaid returns." He gleamed, trying to not let that smile on his face grow any more than it already had done.

You tilted his head at him, "You didn't tell me you were leaving last night." You stated, choosing it best to ignore his greeting.

"You think that would have changed how things went?" There. You caught it right as it happened; that flirtatious speck in his pupils that never seemed to leave him - sometimes, no matter who he was talking to. When he received only a stern expression in return, he sighed and changed his tone as if he had never made that comment. "I didn't know I would be leaving until after I left." He answered, honestly.

A moment of silence passed as you settled in the realisation. You only needed confirmation: "Was it what I said?"

Another grin graced his face. But not flirtatious or cheeky, rather bittersweet. "I know you're just a bard maid,  but you're not stupid." He reiterated your own words from last night.

For that, you swallowed the lump which had suddenly grown in your throat. Then, with a breath, you replied, "You don't have to leave, the money's good here, no?" You knew your boss must have been paying him a decent paycheck.

He shifted on his feet, "I don't like staying in the same place for too long." The boy admitted.

"Then why did last night change your mind?"

He took a moment and fought himself so as not to repeat what he had said prior. "Most of the time, I can find anyone to entertain myself with, no matter where I am. But," He paused, thought on his words as if they were of utter importance, "But just the way when I walked into your Inn-"

You cut him off, "You mean when I told you to piss off because we didn't like silly lute music being played?" Saying that now was laughable.

And Jaskier had let out a chuckle, "Yes, then. I thought you were a shell I wanted to break and I found myself not bothered with anyone else. Not even with the mistresses at the Brothal. I wanted to get to know you and, I don't know, I looked forward to every night when I'd finish my set and it would be just the two of us in the bar." He explained, him too going off the idea of what else was there to lose now? "You didn't want me and it made it all the more enticing. To fight with the idea of hatred boarding on love was something intoxicating and it only made me want you more."

And, honestly, you were at a loss for words. It wasn't often many people spoke to you in such a poetic way, with such romance trickled into their words as it rolled right off the tongue like smooth butter. Most of the time, you were only met with drunk stragglers, boarding their words on sexual harassment. So this was only a breast of fresh air and you were indulging in it like it was some sort of drug.

When you looked back to Jaskier, you were at a loss for words. You weren't quite the lyricist he was. "I think-" You took a breath as if it were giving you the courage needed in that very moment. "I think I did want you. Oh, I know I did. But a bard who, as you said is always on the move, wasn't something I could get involved in." Like that, a weight slipped from your shoulders like melting ice.

Jaskier took a step forward, cautious in his action. When you showed no sign of disregard, he settled. "You've no idea what I would change just so you would get involved with me." There, his flirtatious smile return. And, this time, you couldn't resist it.

He started leaning in and rather than stopping it, so did you until your lips met in a soft embrace. It was long overdue and you could see how addicted you could get to that feeling if you weren't too careful. But a part of you had started to put trust into Jaskier - you just preyed the bard would never break it. As now, this was the start of something. Something neither of you wanted to ever end.

[thatspookyagent]

Being Jaskier's S/O (Bard!Male!Reader) would include...

Warnings: None!

a/n: These headcanons are sadly shorter than most that I write up (probably because I’m not writing and describing a whole relationship from very first meet up to finish lmao) but I hope that y’all enjoy this nonetheless. I am open to writing up more headcanons that are Witcher based in the future. And since Jaskier is lacking in some departments (Male!Reader & Black!Reader wise), I’ve decided to start with him first. Anyways y’all know the drill, if ya liked what ya read, REBLOG IT!

If you want to be tagged in any of my content, don’t be afraid to tell me via my ask box or through messages! Just remember to be clear about what specific kinds of content, characters, and fandoms you want me to tag you in or if you want to be put on my general tag list! I’m always looking to add more people and I’d be more than happy to add you (if you wish)! :3

Being a bard and Jaskier’s boyfriend means ultimately being both his muse and best friend

Would confide in you about his newest songs ideas and you’d always be the first to hear them whenever he performs a sample of it for you

You both first met in a bar, were you held an open challenge to see if anyone could out sing you or earn more applause than you while performing

Since you out played him significantly, he's been entranced by your skills ever since and decided to strike up a relationship with you, friends first but gradually lovers next

Takes your opinions personally and with utmost seriousness since you’re not only his partner but also a bard yourself

Gladly will always be there in order to lend you an ear or piece of advice as you would the same for him

Loves to discuss how different lutes sound and which ones look aesthetically the best with you because you can actually understand his excitement towards sexy lutes

Also you're the only one willing to make a ranking of best and worst materials to make lutes from with him

Speaking of lutes, he names the lute that he was carrying when he first met you after you

Will not let anyone but you use it or even touch it because it’s just that sentimental to him

If you name the lute that you were carrying when you first met Jaskier after him, he’ll probably have a good cry about that one later

And Jaskier will absolutely lose his mind (affectionately) if you carve his initials into your favorite lute

Enjoys talking and swapping stories with you while polishing each other's instruments around a campfire

A campfire is actually where you first confessed your affection for Jaskier, it was within a love song about two male bards just trying making their mark on the world through song alongside a white haired Witcher and his steed

From then on singing and laughing around campfires has been one of your top ways of bonding with the other male

Other ways you’ve expressed your love to Jaskier is by making and singing duets with him

Y’all are actually quite well known for singing together specifically ballads but also really romantic songs that touch just about everyone’s heart deepy

If Jaskier becomes your muse and you open up to him about this, he’ll also confess that you’re his muse as well

The two of you truly haven’t written and sung as many songs as y’all have now until you met one another

You’d also never been invited to perform at a ball before but since you and Jaskier became so popular, both of your voices have now had the honors of gracing many halls of kings and queens alike

It reflects with the amount of coin increasing in your pockets and fancy hand tailored matching outfits that both you and him adorn

If you’re not one for crowds particularly royal crowds, both you and your coin tossing boyfriend frequent many bars while traveling with Geralt, and are known on a more humble and local level than noble and global

The poor and hopeless citizens of many kingdoms, look to both you and Jaskier to entertain them, and distract them from their everyday worries

Either way, you’re both the ultimate bard power couple in any lands that y’all happen to be in

Now when it comes to specifically being a companion of Geralt’s, he enjoys having two bards at his side more than he likes to let on

While yes both and you Jaskier can be rather dramatic (and also noisy) as well as pretty much target practice when it comes to how useful the two of you are in battle, Geralt needs company beyond that of a horse from time to time whether he openly admits this or not

Not to mention you and the babbling brown haired nuisance named Jaskier, help to spread the word of Geralt and his deeds in a good light

Your penchants for being able to talk people’s ears off and distract them, can at times help the Witcher out whenever he’s in a pinch or when brute force isn’t really an option 

Also Geralt can use both of you to look after Roach in various ways especially whenever he’s not around or doesn’t have the time to

You and Jaskier like to run your songs in progress by Roach who always proves to be a tough customer in that regard similar to her Witcher owner

After long days of walking, wailing, and song writing, a much needed rest is in order with your brown haired accomplice

Ways in which you and Jaskier wind down include taking baths together or preparing a bath for the other

Since there’s never really a silent moment between the two of you, reflecting on how both of your days went to each other is a recurring topic of conversation

At times that can drift off into convos about music or musical instruments but moments like this are for you and the other male to check in with and dote on one another

Which means that there’s quite a bit of pampering and more gentle laughter being shared as well as forgetting about all the other people that there are in the world

As far as you and Jaskier are concerned, you’re the main characters, it’s your shared story, and everybody else are just background characters

[aifanfictions]

write a cute and wholesome story about (yn) and Jaskier from The Witcher stargazing during a fulll moon as Jaskier proposes his feelings to (y/n) by singing a song

Starry Serenade

Beneath a moonlit sky, (Y/N) and Jaskier found themselves perched on a grassy knoll, their eyes fixed on the shimmering expanse of the heavens above. It was a crisp, clear night, and the full moon bathed the world in its silvery glow.

Jaskier, ever the bard, had a secret he longed to share with (Y/N). As he strummed his lute, he couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves. The stars above twinkled like a thousand ethereal candles, providing the perfect backdrop for his heartfelt confession.

"(Y/N)," he began, his voice a melodic caress of the night, "I've written a song, one that's been echoing in my heart for some time now. I'd like to share it with you."

(Y/N) turned her gaze from the stars to Jaskier, her eyes filled with curiosity and affection. "I'd love to hear it."

With a charming grin, Jaskier adjusted his lute and began to play a sweet, melodic tune. The chords resonated in the stillness of the night, filling the air with a sense of longing and love.

As he sang, the words spilled from his lips like a river of emotions, each note carrying a piece of his heart:

🎶 "Beneath the moon's soft, silver sheen, In your eyes, my heart has seen, A universe so vast, so true, In the night, I found my star in you.

Your laughter, a melody, so sweet, A tapestry of joy that can't be beat, In your presence, I've found my home, No matter where I've dared to roam.

The world is full of wonders rare, But none compare to the love we share, With every beat of my wayward heart, I knew from the start, we'd never part.

So, beneath this moon's gentle light, I'll ask you, my love, tonight, Will you be mine, forevermore, And in our journey, let our love soar?"🎶

Jaskier's voice quivered with emotion as he finished the song, his fingers caressing the strings with a tenderness that mirrored his feelings. He gazed at (Y/N), his eyes filled with hope, love, and vulnerability.

(Y/N) felt her heart swell with emotion, her eyes misting as she reached out to touch Jaskier's cheek. "Jaskier, I..."

But before she could finish her sentence, Jaskier gently placed a finger on her lips, his expression filled with adoration. "Shh, my love, let your heart speak for you."

And speak it did, as (Y/N) leaned in, capturing Jaskier's lips in a tender, moonlit kiss. It was a kiss that held all the words left unsaid, all the feelings that had bloomed between them.

In that moment, beneath the full moon's watchful eye, (Y/N) and Jaskier found their own celestial love story. It was a love that had been written in the stars, and as they stargazed together, they knew that their hearts were forever entwined in a melody that would endure through every night and day.

As the night wore on, (Y/N) and Jaskier lay side by side, their fingers entwined, their gazes still fixed on the stars. They began to pick out constellations together, creating stories for each one.

Jaskier traced his finger along the sky, drawing invisible lines to connect the stars. "See that cluster there? That's the 'Bard and the Beloved.' It's a tale of two souls brought together by fate and serenaded by the universe."

(Y/N) smiled, her heart swelling with affection. "And what about that one?"

Jaskier squinted at a group of stars that seemed to form a graceful figure. "Ah, that's the 'Lover's Waltz.' It's a dance of eternal love and a reminder that love, like the stars, endures."

The night was a tapestry of stories and shared dreams. As the full moon hung high above, (Y/N) nestled her head on Jaskier's chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear. He wrapped his arms around her, creating a cocoon of warmth and love.

"(Y/N)," Jaskier whispered, his voice barely louder than a breath of wind. "I want you to know that the song I sang earlier was more than just a confession. It was a promise. A promise to stand by your side through every adventure, every hardship, and every starry night we share together."

Tears of joy welled in (Y/N)'s eyes. "Jaskier, I don't need the stars to make a wish tonight. I have everything I could ever want right here."

As the night deepened, they drifted into a peaceful slumber, wrapped in each other's arms, beneath the canvas of the night sky. They had found a love that was as endless as the stars, a love that would shine brightly, even in the darkest of nights.

In

the weeks that followed that magical night beneath the full moon, (Y/N) and Jaskier's love continued to flourish. The world around them seemed to burst with vibrant color and melody, each day filled with new adventures and shared laughter.

Their travels took them to quaint villages, bustling cities, and serene countryside. They encountered troubadours and poets, dined in cozy taverns, and danced in the moonlight. Through it all, Jaskier composed songs that captured the essence of their journey and the love that bound them together.

In a sun-kissed meadow one warm afternoon, Jaskier handed (Y/N) a wildflower crown he had carefully woven. The delicate blossoms framed her face, and he gazed at her with admiration. "You, my dear, are the queen of my heart."

With a playful grin, (Y/N) plucked a few petals from a nearby daisy and started to playfully recite, "He loves me, he loves me not..."

Jaskier's eyes widened in mock concern. "Ah, I see how it is. I shall have to win your favor all over again with a ballad under the next full moon."

As the days turned into months, (Y/N) and Jaskier ventured into the wilderness, where nature's beauty mirrored the wonder they found in each other. They shared quiet moments by rivers and lakes, basking in the tranquility of the world around them. It was in these serene moments that their love deepened, a profound connection that went beyond words.

And yet, their adventures weren't always without their perils. They faced fierce monsters, cunning bandits, and supernatural mysteries that threatened to test their courage and unity. But in each trial, they stood side by side, drawing strength from their shared bond.

One particularly memorable evening, they found themselves in a remote forest where fireflies danced in the air. Jaskier strummed his lute, and (Y/N) joined him with her melodic voice. Their duet filled the forest with music, and the trees themselves seemed to sway to the rhythm of their love.

As the moon rose over the horizon, they settled by a campfire, wrapped in blankets and stories. Jaskier's eyes sparkled with warmth as he spoke, "You know, my dear, I've written countless songs about love, but none have ever captured what I feel for you."

(Y/N) leaned in, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. "Then perhaps it's time to write a new one, a song that's uniquely ours."

They sat together, creating a love song that resonated with their shared experiences and emotions. It was a melody of joy, adventure, and the unwavering bond they had discovered in each other. As the final note lingered in the night, (Y/N) and Jaskier felt their hearts swell with the promise of a love that would last a lifetime.

In the quiet moments before sleep, Jaskier whispered sweet nothings in (Y/N)'s ear, promising to cherish and protect her always. She drifted into dreams filled with the echoes of their adventures, the laughter they shared, and the love that had blossomed like the most beautiful of melodies.

Their love story was a journey written in stardust and woven with the threads of time. Underneath the full moon's gentle gaze, (Y/N) and Jaskier had found a love as boundless as the universe itself—a love that would shine brightly through every night and day they shared together.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

[astaldis]

Chapters: 1/1    Words: 1,339 Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jaskier | Dandelion/Reader, Jaskier | Dandelion/You Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn 

Summary: Water is dripping from your body as you emerge from the waves. You gaze around, wet, disoriented and amazed. Where are you? What happened? And why on earth are you mother-naked?

On the beach you meet a stranger with a weird instrument. It is Jaskier, the man of your dreams. Or is he a dream?

[sunsoaked-feathers]

*cutely adds to my sleep fic board*

Flower and Flame

Jaskier x gn!Reader 

Summary: Jaskier is dealing with the trauma of his torture at the hand of Rience and you do what you can to ease his suffering

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: references to panic attacks, light season 2 spoilers, canon-divergence

A/N: I binge-watched The Witcher over Christmas while I had Covid and was isolating in my bedroom, and I am now in love with one (1) adorable bard, and this just kinda happened - I hope you enjoy! I know nothing about the Witcher books or games, this is purely based on the Netflix show!

Since being tortured by Rience, Jaskier has been very wary of fire. He hasn’t outwardly admitted it to you or Geralt, but you don’t miss the way he flinches when a campfire crackles and hisses loudly or when a large flame jumps upwards unexpectedly. When you settle for the night in the forest, he’ll always be the furthest away from the fire of the three of you.

He downplays what happened to him and will brush it off with some witty comment when it’s brought up, but you can tell it truly haunts Jaskier. There have been several nights where he’s awoken from a nightmare and he’s panting and as soon as he spots the campfire, panic rises throughout his body until he remembers where he is and calms down again. And those are only a handful of times you’ve been awake to see it so you have no idea how often it is actually happening.

You’ve taken it upon yourself to put yourself between Jaskier and fire whenever you can. When there’s a campfire at night, you make sure you set up your bedroll between Jaskier and the fire, to block his view of it as much as you can. If you’re staying in an inn, you’ll pick whichever chair or bed is closest to the fireplace so he never has to be too near it. If you’re somewhere where there are lots of candles burning, you do your best to stay near Jaskier so you can distract his wandering gaze from the small flames with little jokes, anecdotes and meaningless conversations.

He has definitely noticed, and his heart swells everytime you do it. He so desperately wants to thank you for it, but then that means he has to admit that he’s struggling and he doesn’t want to admit that to anyone, not even to himself.

He’s not ready for that conversation yet.

He’s not ready to admit the feelings he has for you yet, either.

However, one night he just can’t hide it anymore.

Keep reading

[tielmamon]

hand slipped

[perseruna]

a shard of ice & eternal flame

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 131

Jasker is a dragon, sure. But he prefers his human form. He prefers pretty clothing and lutes over his scales and wings. He hasn't a hoard yet. He thinks. He's never truly cared for gold, though he knows that not all dragons have hoards of gold. That's just the default. What if he did have a hoard, and it just wasn't some boring old gold pieces? At first he thought his hoard must be his many exuberant outfits, but when he got into a scuffle and one outfit was ruined, he was disappointed but that was it. There was no anguish, no mourning, no big depressive meltdown over it's destruction... So probably not a hoard. Just an interest. He then thought it must be his songs. But when he heard a bard in some town playing one of his songs, he didn't erupt into scales and roars. He didn't burn down a city. He didn't even rip out his hair or anything. He wasn't even mad. He thinks you'd be more possessive and jealous over a hoard. He was mostly proud. The bard said it was a song he didn't write, he said it was by Jaskier, and he sang it quite well. But even if he didn't do any of those things, Jaskier would be mad, sure, maybe even mad, but never MAD. He thought of lovers being his hoard, but the thought went away very quickly. None of his lovers stay, and though it stings sometimes, he thinks he'd be flinging himself off a cliff if a treasure of his hoard literally got up and walked away from him. And then one day he meets a Witcher. The witcher looks at him with these piercing golden eyes, and Jaskier feels an audible shift in his soul, his being. He found it. His treasure. Maybe witchers are his hoard, and Geralt is just his first one. Maybe his hoard is just friends he meets. He doesn't know, all he knows is that he can't stop himself from staring at the gold of Geralt's eyes. Perhaps Jaskier does care for gold.

[sabbqj]

Done!

GERALT OF RIVIA

I will be grateful for any interaction with this post <3

[stevenrogered]

I have to find my family.

[akelafang]

Modern au idea

Geralt's a bartender with a teeny tiny massive crush on the local musician Jaskier who plays at his bar every week. His favorite part of the night is when Jaskier comes up to the bar after his set and chats away to him, high off the adrenalin of performing. That is until one night when instead of his usually bubbly voice calling out before he's even seated, Jaskier sits nervously at the bar and orders an angel shot

[scarlet2007]

₊˚꒷꒦︶⊹ The Witcher's Witch₊︶꒷꒦︶

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Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x reader.

[ Master list ]

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Summary: Being rescued by the Witcher after being accused of being a Witch was the last thing you expected in life. But it looks like kindness can go a long way if shown to the right people.

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Warnings: Mention of murder, beast slaying, taming wild animals, witch hunting, the reader is beaten up and was about to get burned alive.

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The Witcher was finally in town, it was pretty clear from how the people were crowding towards a certain white haired man who stood besides a horse.

The crowd was sneering at the Witcher, calling him names and yelling at him, as if the Witcher was nothing but a mere dirty dog in their eyes. The Mayor of our town finally made an appearance, making the angry people go silent as they all waited for their "king" to speak.

"Ah, Witcher! We have been waiting for your arrival." The mayor chuckled, walking towards the Witcher, who stood tall amongst the crowd, clearly used to the sneering and insults of the people.

"There is an unknown monster lurking in the forest near our town, it had already murdered two people brutally. We need you to take care of the monster." The Mayor spoke as the people continued to glare at the Witcher. Some mothers even went as far as to try and 'shield' their kid from him as if he was the monster that would tear apart their children.

You stood slightly far from the crowd, watching everything occur as you scoffed at the hostility of the people towards the Witcher.

"They are acting as if he can't just kill them all in an instant..." You mumbled, chuckling darkly.

"You better be as good as they say you are, Witcher." Someone hissed, staring at the Witcher in disdain as they tried to stare him down. The Witcher ignored them all as he looked at the Mayor, nodding silently as the Mayor handed him a bag filled with coins.

"Where is the beast?" Asked the Witcher, making you sigh as the people started to talk about the beast all at once. Half of them were made up while the other half were useless.

Finally, the mayor explained everything that they knew about the beast, and where it attacks. You listened intensely, still standing away from the crowd as you stared at the ground in focus.

The Witcher nodded along, before he started to walk in the direction of the forest that was now forbiddened from entering for the safety of the people. You quickly walked in the opposite direction before entering an alley that lead towards the forest as you tried to track down the Witcher.

"Stop following me." A gruff voice said from behind you, making you jump as you turned around to face the dark and tall figure in front of you.

"Oh! It's you..." You sighed in relief, making the Witcher frown.

"Um... Mister... Uh.. sir? Whichever you prefer, I have some information about the beast that might help you." You chuckled nervously, looking around to see if someone was spying on you. You might get in trouble if you were to be seen with the Witcher alone.

"Speak."

You glanced at the Witcher before nodding, "Well... If you think the attack is being done by some sort of animal like a wolf, it's not true. It's not a wolf." You said quickly.

"What makes you think that?"

"W-well-... A wolf was injured because of the said beast and the wounds didn't look like it was from a wolf fight either so..." You mumbled, trying not to act suspicious.

The Witcher stared at you silently. You were acting suspicious and it was evident by the way you talked that you knew more than you told him. The Witcher took a step towards you, making you look up, still standing your ground nervously.

Witcher frowned at your weird behaviour, you were scared but not because of him, but because of something else. Something else was making you nervous.

He opened his mouth to speak before a sudden growl intrupted him, making both of them tense up as he grabbed his sword, stepping in front of you protectively. A wolf stood before them, glaring and growling at the Witcher, ready to pounce.

"Stay back-" The Witcher mumbled was unheard as you stood in front of him, glaring at the wolf.

"Sky!" You hissed, still standing in front of the Witcher. It would've amused him if they weren't in a tense situation. You, a young girl, perhaps in your mid 20s, standing before the Witcher with no weapons, as the Witcher behind you towered you with his height. You looked tiny compared to his frame, both height and muscle wise.

The Witcher felt annoyed at your pathetic attempt to tame a wild wolf, as if the wolf would suddenly transform into a domesticated puppy and obey your every command.

The wolf continued to growl but it slowly started to approach you, the wolf stance becoming slightly relaxed as it stared at you and your hand that was outstretched in front of you. The Witcher looked at the exchange in slight confusion, his expression was still stoic but he felt confused.

"Sky, come on, what did I tell you about jumping in front of guests like a beast? Hmm?" You mumbled as you patted the wolf, the wolf's tail wagging behind him.

"You... Tamed the injured wolf..?" Asked the Witcher, eyeing them warily. It's not everyday that someone saves a wolf, let alone tame them.

"I would prefer 'befriended' and yes, I did. He is a sweetheart. That is also why I wanted to warn you that this wolf is not the beast. Oh! And the beast also does not live here. It lives deeper into the woods, this area is just the edge of the forest. The people... They forgot to mention something important." You glanced at him as you stood up, the wolf standing besides you in his fully height, his black fur and tall height made it look intimidating, the wolf looked strong and but the bandages around his torso also did not go unnoticed by the Witcher, making him believe the story that you told him about patching up a wounded wolf even though it sounded bizarre and made up.

"What is it?"

You bite your lips, looking at the forest, deep in thoughts before finally speaking.

"The town people provoked the beast. Some drunkards wanted to prove to the people that there was no such beast residing in the depths of the woods, so they went ahead despite the warnings and... Well, only their mangled up bodies made it back here. That's why the people think that the beast resides in the edge of the forest and not deep within."

The Witcher's frown, staring at you for a while before speaking.

"They knew that there was a beast?"

You nodded, "The beast is older than most of us, the tales have been circulating amongst the people since past few generations, it can probably be dated back to the generation of our grandparents, something similar happened but this time, the beast is... More angry. It didn't kill people before like it did now, or at least that's what the people say."

The Witcher sighed at your words. This was more work than he intended to do. If the beast was as old as you said it was, then it wouldn't die without putting up a great fight and he was in no position to get into a full-on battle in his tired state.

"Sir..? You look tired, and I doubt the villagers asked you to rest or offered you food, would you..." You trailed off, laughing awkwardly as you stared at the Wolf, Sky, instead of the Witcher as you continued in a quiet manner, "Like something to eat?"

The Witcher froze, not expecting an act of kindness, especially from someone like you. He stared at you suspiciously, thinking that you had ulterior motives to offer him something like that. You looked at him in alarm, as if sensing his chain of thoughts as you waved your hands in front of you. "I don't need anything in return, i promise! It's just... You look tired and hungry."

The Witcher didn't say anything, simply staring at you for a solid minute before nodding his head along with a stoic, "hm."

"Um.. sir? Where did you leave your horse?" You asked suddenly.

"It's outside the woods."

"Ah... You can bring your horse in, this part of the woods is safe and Sky isn't going to hurt your horse, I can assure you that much." You smiled at him, the Wolf still standing guard besides you.

"How do you know it's safe here?" The Witcher rolled his eyes.

"Well... I live here. My cottage is just a few minutes walk away from here."

"You... Live in the middle of the woods?"

"It's the edge and yes, I prefer living here." That made the Witcher frown his eyebrows in confusion as he walked beside you to get his horse.

"Why? Isn't the town safer?"

You stayed silent for a while before chuckling softly. "Perhaps. But I am not too fond of the people there." The Witcher could see why, so he stayed silent and walked towards his horse.

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You provided food and a place for the Witcher to rest, which he found weird and bizarre but didn't complain about. You insisted that the Witcher rest for at least a day before he went to hunt down the beast, saying that it will give him more benefit in battle if he is well rested and fed. The horse, which you learnt was called Roach, was spoiled rotten too. It looked like you had a liking towards animals and insects, finding them adorable and taking care of them and for some reason, animals seem to like you too, even the most wild animals liked you and it was evident with how the wild wolf acted like a domesticated dog in front of you. The food you prepared for the Witcher was amazing, and the spare room was also comfortable enough for the Witcher to sleep in but you insisted that he slept in your room instead, that the spare room wasn't that clean and that you would sleep in the spare room instead. The Witcher tried to decline politely but you were stubborn and he ended up getting the best sleep he ever has in your bed while you slept in the spare room.

Your whole cottage was filled with plants, flowers and books. The plants weren't everywhere but the ones you did have inside were too pretty and went well with your theme. Your cottage had a cozy feeling to it, the aroma of tea and lavender was always present, along with some books lying here and there. It made the cottage feel like a home that the Witcher didn't have.

The Witcher thanked you before venturing off to hunt the beast, giving you a small, awkward smile before leaving. You waved enthusiastically at him, wishing him luck before rushing after Sky, who has decided to run after a rabbit.

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When the Witcher came back, the cottage was a mess, making him frown as he couldn't find you or Sky. It looked like you left somewhere in a hurry as there was still uncooked food on the table, half done and some books were scattered on the ground.

The Witcher went towards the town, the head of the beast was hanging from his hand. The battle against the beast wasn't easy, but it was nothing he couldn't handle.

The town was filled with commotion, people gathering around a tall tree, yelling at something or rather, someone.

As he walked closer, he could hear what they were saying clearly.

"Burn the Witch! Burn her! She was the one who brought the beast to the town!" Someone yelled venomously, making the Witcher frown his eyebrows as he walked towards the crowd. The Mayor took immediate notice of his presence as the people stopped yelling.

"Ah! Witcher! You are back and you brought the beast's head with you." The Witcher paid the Mayor zero attention as he stared at the scene in front of him. Someone was bounded to the tree with thick ropes, blood pooling underneath them as it dropped from the wound on their arm. It looked like a young girl, which made the Witcher slightly nervous. He couldn't see her face, as her head was down, her hair covering her face. The only thing that made it evident that she was alive was the quick motion of her chest falling up and down as she breath heavily.

The Mayor, displeased with the Witcher's ignorance towards his words, turned his attention to the girl instead. He stepped closer to the girl and gripped her hair, making her wince as he forced her to look up.

Witcher's breath hitched as he saw your pained face, staring directly at him before looking at the Mayor in fear.

"The beast you called upon is long dead now, Witch. You have no one to save you now." The Mayor hissed, staring at your face as he continued to hold your hair in a tight grip, making you wince.

You were already weak from the beatings and the lack of food, your head throbbing painfully under the harsh Sun. You were dehydrated, hungry, wounded and scared.  Oh, you were so so scared.

A lot has happened in the span of just four days after your last meeting with the Witcher.

You flinched when someone threw another stone at you again, wincing at the sharp pain that erupted from your temple, where the stone landed, making it bleed.

You couldn't even look at the Witcher, humiliation filled your body as you stared at the ground, willing yourself to not cry. You have yet to let the tears flow and you want to keep it that way. You want to keep some of your dignity, if there was even any left.

"What's going on?" You closed your eyes as you heard Witcher ask the Mayor. You didn't want him to think that you were someone evil, but you weren't sure if the Witcher will believe you over the Mayor's word or the people's word. You just silently hoped that they won't answer his question but your hopes died quickly as the Mayor began to tell him what happened.

"This girl, this witch, is the one that unleashed the very beast you hold in your hands. She was seen with a wolf, commanding him to attack innocents! She can put animals and beasts under her spell, making them do whatever she please." The Mayor spit out, glaring at you as you kept your eyes closed and your head low.

"Just look at her! She has been punished but she has yet to utter a word of apology or even a tear in remorse! She is a threat to the town and the people!"

"Burn her!"

"Kill her!"

Were the words that followed soon after the Mayor stopped talking, making the Witcher step in front of you protectively, just like how he did before when he saw Sky as a threat.

"Witcher, what are you doing?!" The Mayor fumed, staring at the Witcher in anger and annoyance.

"Keep your hands away from the girl." He said quietly, his sword already out, the beast's head thrown somewhere on the ground. No one dared to put up a fight against the Witcher, everyone was too cowardly to try and fight him.

"The Witch has put you under a spell too, Witcher!" The Mayor exclaimed as the people started to insult both of you.

You whimpered, staring at the people and the Witcher in fear.

"What good will it do to you even if you safe her? She is a damned witch that should rot in hell for her crimes!" The people agreed, trying to step closer to her before the Witcher pointed his sword towards them, making them step back in fear.

"I will keep her."

That made the whole town silent as you stared at the Witcher in confusion and shock.

He couldn't let them kill you, not when you were the only one that treated him like a human and showed him kindness, it pained him to see you in such a state and he will not let you get harmed. You took care of him, and it was now his turn to do so.

He gripped his sword tightly, glaring at whoever dared to step towards them.

"Give me the girl." He hissed, his gaze making everyone scared, some even rushing away to their home to not face his wrath.

The air was tense, people stared at you and the Witcher with scared and disgusted expression while the Mayor was deep in thought. The town was known for its cowardly people and after watching the Witcher walk with the head of a beast in his hand, nobody wanted to fight him.

"What will we get in return if we let the girl go unpunished?" The Mayor asked, smirking as he stared at the Witcher.

"You can keep your coins." He grumbled, throwing the pouch of coins towards the Mayor that he got as a payment when he first came here to slay the beast.

The Mayor checked the pouch before letting them go, commanding people to go inside their houses as they rushed away.

"You are lucky, or else today would've been your last day, witch." The mayor muttered venomously before leaving them be.

You flinched when Witcher's blade cut throw the thick ropes, all at once as you stumbled forward. He caught you, making you wince as it made you put some pressure on your wounds. The Witcher carried you towards your cottage, but not before the Mayor warned them that they had to leave before noon, and if they failed to do so, they will both be punished and killed. The threat made you tense, as you tried to make yourself as small as possible in his arms as he walked you towards your cottage.

"Where's sky?" He asked, trying to break the silence.

"I made him leave. The... The people saw him and they would've hunted him down or hurt him..." You mumbled, sniffling a bit as he sat you down on your bed.

He nodded in understanding, before cleaning yours wounds.

"You should go wash yourself and pack." You glanced at him, wondering what he meant by 'pack'.

"We need to leave. Make sure to only pack the necessary things like clothes and some food." He muttered, staring at you.

You looked scared, and timided, not like the lively girl he met that day that took care of him. It made his heart clench painfully for some reason.

"Oh... A-are you... Taking me in?" You asked slowly, stuttering a bit.

He nodded silently, walking out of your room to let you bath and change. Your voice suddenly made him stop.

"You... You can use the bathroom in the spare room to freshen up too!" He smiled a bit as he heard you, making his way towards the spare room.

After you were done packing and ready to leave, you both stood in front of the Mayor at the gate of the town, you stood behind Witcher, trying to hide from anyone's view, the Mayor stared at you both as you began to walk away from the town, making sure that you both were out of the town.

After walking beside Witcher and Roach, you glanced at him as you handed him a pouch with gold coins.

"U-um... I know what you did for me can never be paid by coins, but... I still want to thank you and repay you for saving me and giving up the coins you got as a payment." You mumbled quietly.

"Keep them." He grumbled, walking towards you.

"Do you know how to get on a horse?" You shook your head, making him chuckle at how cute you looked while doing so.

"Let me help you." You nodded as he grabbed your waist gently, trying to avoid any wounds as he helped you on the horse. It made your heart beat quicken with how close you both were.

"Thank you, Sir."

"Geralt." You looked at him in confusion.

"My name is Geralt, just call me by my name."

You stared at him in shock before smiling wildly, "Okay, Geralt!"

And for some reason, Geralt loved the way you said his name.

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[the-queen-of-hell-666]

The White Wolf

Kinktober 2024 - Day 9

Pairing: Insecure!Geralt of Rivia x Healer!Fem!Reader

Kink: Praise Kink

Word Count: 1700+

Summary: Jaskier comes to you with a half dead Geralt and you heal him, and maybe your kind nature can see past his rough exterior.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, creampie, slow sex, soft sex, light nipple play), kind!reader, Jaskier's usual self, Jaskier interrupting, Geralt falling in love

a/n: This was my first time writing for Geralt and I hope I did okay writing his personality, and maybe my canon thoughts came out. I hope you all enjoy!

Banners by @vase-of-lilies

The door to your shop banged open and a Bard carried a silver haired man covered in blood over his shoulder. You immediately stood up to look at the two men as they entered. The Bard dropped the large man onto the cot in your office. 

“Help him! He’s about to die!” The Bard wailed gesturing at the unconscious man on the cot. The man had lacerations on his abdomen, a few cuts on his forehead, and a stab wound on his thigh. “Why are you just standing there?! Help him!” 

You rounded on the Bard, “ Shut up! If you want me to help him, then sit down and let me help him.” You huffed quickly grabbing your shears and slicing his armor off and tossed it away to get a look at his wounds. He had one deep slice on his side, a few flesh wounds, and a deep stab on his thigh. You cut his pant leg off and grabbed a bucket of water and a rag. “This will be a while. Relax, Bard.” You huffed and started working on the silver haired man’s wounds. 

The sun had been down for a few hours when you had finished working on the silver haired man. He was stitched up and wrapped in bandages. You had moved him with the help of the Bard, who was named Jaskier as you learned, to your bed so you could clean the cot. You were changing the sheets and Jaskier was asleep in your office chair, when you heard heavy footsteps coming from the side room. You turned to see the silver haired man standing in only his under cloth pants. It was the first time you had seen his eyes, they were as bright as the sun and filled with apprehension as he looked at you. His silver hair was in loose strands around his face and he limped his way into the front room. 

You gave him a soft smile as you finished smoothing out the cover sheet. “You’re up.” You said with a tinge of surprise, “I didn’t think you would be up for a few days.” You hummed as you went to the barrel of fresh water and fixed him a glass. You grabbed a vial from your cabinets and handed both to the man. 

“Jaskier brought me here.” He said more as a statement than a question, and he took both of the glasses from you. He popped open the vial and drank it down and did the same with the water. You helped him sit on the cot and you sat across from him and checked his vitals and his deeper wounds. You were surprised to see that his less serious wounds had healed up completely, just leaving white scars in their wake. 

“Jaskier informed me of your healing properties but I have to say that I am still surprised.” You hummed as you finished your examination. “You are impressive, Wolf.” 

He locked eyes with you and he looked like he wasn’t believing a thing you were saying, “I’m not impressive.” He said in a gravelly voice, “If you know what I am, then you know the truth.” He huffed at you and stood back up. “Me and Jaskier have to go.” He stated as he looked around for his over clothes. “Where are my clothes?” 

You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest, “They’re on the line outside drying. They were covered in blood so I had the Bard wash them.” You said as you moved to block his way from leaving. 

“Get out of my way.” He grunted at you. 

“No. You came into my office half dead, almost 12 hours ago. You will stay here till you can walk straight.” You huffed and tugged him down onto the cot. “When it’s morning, I’ll have the Bard go out for food and supplies. You will try to rest or I’ll tie you to the damn bed.” You sighed and had him lay on the cot. “Understand?” 

He let out a deep sigh, “Fine. I’ll rest.”

Early morning peaked through the curtains as you sent Jaskier off to town on your horse. You handed him some money and a list of things to get while in town. To be honest, you just wanted him out of the house cause he sang everything and if he didn’t leave you would’ve killed him. Geralt woke up and you redid his dressings and made sure his wounds were healing properly. 

You sat in your desk chair and wrote in your journal about the previous day. Geralt stared aimlessly out the window as he messed with the sheets. You closed your journal and walked over to the cot with a vial of healing medication. “Here.” You said as you handed him the vial. 

“I don’t need it, I’m good.” He said and pushed the bottle away. “I should be ready to get back on the road when Jaskier gets back.” 

You sighed and pulled the vial away, “Okay.” You sighed and set the bottle to the side. You locked eyes with him and he reached up gently to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. Your eyes flickered down to his lips and back up to his bright eyes. “I’ve heard your stories, Wolf. My mother used to tell me about them. The Witcher who saved people. The White Wolf. The White Knight.” You whispered softly to him and took his hand with both of your hands. “You are not a monster, Wolf. You are a protector.” 

He looked at you with a softness in his eyes and he leaned down and captured your lips in his. You were surprised by his kiss but you slowly melted into his kiss. He gently cupped the back of your head and pulled you closer to him. You gently ran your fingers through his hair and he pulled you into his lap, as his hands moved to your hips. You pulled away to look at his face, his eyes were full of lust, his hair a mess, strands falling in front of his face, and his lips puffy from the kiss. 

“You’re beautiful, Geralt.” You whispered softly to him as you cupped his cheek softly. He closed his eyes and nuzzled into your palm as a light blush spread across his cheeks. 

He held you close to his chest and brought you back into a kiss. He kissed you deeply before laying you down on the cot gently, he hovered over you, taking in your body laid out for him. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered before leaning down and kissing your lips then moving to your neck. He kissed your skin gently as he pulled off your overclothes then your undergarments. 

He groaned softly as your breasts were revealed to him, your nipples hardening in the cool air of the room. He kissed down to your peaks and placed soft kisses to your breasts. He playfully nipped on your sensitive nipples making you gasp softly and arch into his warm mouth. He squeezed and rubbed your hips gently as his mouth took its time teasing your sensitive breasts. He held you close to him as he left marks on your body as his hands ripped your panties off of your body and tossed them away. His warm hand cupped your mound softly and rubbed your clit slowly, making your body jolt with pleasure. 

You cupped his face gently and pulled him up to your face, “Want you, Geralt. All of you.” You whispered to him as you hitched your leg up over his hip. He groaned softly and kissed your lips passionately before pulling off his undergarment and revealing his thick and hard cock to you. He had to be at least eight inches and two inches thick, the hair at the base of his cock was the same color of the hair on his head, his tip was weeping pre-cum, and your mouth watered at the sight. “You’re so pretty, Wolf.” You purred and kissed him deeper. He flushed at the comment and he lined his cock up to your pulsing hole. 

You whined softly and bit his lip as he slid his tip into your wet channel. Your back arched as he slid further into you, “You’re tight, love. And so fucking wet.” He grunted as your walls squeezed him tight. His arms wrapped around your back and held you flush against his chest as he started moving in and out of you in slow and languid strokes, that had your toes curling. 

“Honey, I’m home!” Jaskier exclaimed as he burst through the door with a large satchel on his shoulder. He paused taking in the scene in front of him, Geralt naked with you pressed against him, and Geralt looking like he could kill. 

“Bard! Get the fuck out!” Geralt shouted furiously at Jaskier and the Bard was quick to rush out of the house and shut the door behind him. Geralt huffed and dropped his head down onto your chest. 

You tried to suppress it but you fell into a burst of giggles making Geralt look at you funny. “He’s got timing, right?” You giggled as you ran your fingers through his hair gently. 

“You have no idea.” He huffed before starting his thrusts again making your giggle turn into a loud moan. 

“Didn’t turn you off too much.” You smirked as he continued to thrust into you with slow strokes. Your moans grew louder and your toes curled at the pleasure he was giving you. You clawed at his back as his thrusts turned sloppy, making your walls clench and pulse as your orgasm washed over you. You cried out his name as your nails dug into his shoulders hard. “Fuck! So fucking good, Geralt. So good!” You whined and arched against his chest as he thrusted deep into you. 

He grunted and came deep inside of you, “Good girl. You feel so good. Beautiful girl.” He murmured as he filled you up with his seed and he nuzzled into your neck, riding out his aftershocks with short thrusts. He rolled over to his back with you still on his chest and he rubbed your back as you laid on his chest. You traced his scars softly as he held you. 

“We may have to let the Bard in at some point.” You sighed as you drew mindless shapes on his skin. 

He shrugged, “He’s fine. The barn’s out there. He has shelter.” He said making you fall into another fit of giggles.

[srapsodia]

Geralt and jaskier working away together! Commission for @Just-add-butter ✒️📖

[tielmamon]

Geralt pulling out the big guns when he was still apologizing to Jaskier 💦