#sub Geralt

[0dde11eth]

@help-help-i-need-an-adult

[captainmaxatx]

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

[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.

[0dde11eth]

[sleep-0-deprived]

My blog rules and info + master list link <33

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!

First thing I should say this is a 18+ blog and is targeted towards men and non female Identifying people. This blog will be NSFW with the exception of SFW and a little ANGST. I’m willing to write for any fandom and take requests as long as the characters aren’t problematic or genuinely bad people.

I will Not do!

scat and I will NOT write any NSFW about any minors or age them up I personally don’t do that sorta thing and I won’t do any kinks dealing with bodily fluids or any fluids that aren’t cum or spit and possibly tears. and I’m not judging if that’s your kink cause I don’t kink shame to each their own it’s just not what I’m comfortable writing about!

I also have a Wattpad, my user is sleep-0-deprived

One of my main tags is #sleep-0-deprived

links here: master list. Kinktober 2024

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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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[geraskierficrecs]

Anarchy Update!

New chapter here.

Teaser:

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.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Why did they do that tho

Every once in a while I think about how in the books, Geralt does anything and everything for his Dandelion, and goes murdercrazy when Dandelion is threatened/captured, and Geralt loves and looks after his Dandelion at every point And the netflix show made Geralt hate him, ignore him, and barely acknowledge his pain after getting TORTURED I just- YOU DON'T NEED TO BE AN ASSHOLE TO YOUR FRIENDS TO BE A 'BADASS HERO'!

In my heart they are happy and in love and geralt's not a cunt <3 I am a okay with the the half of the fandom that is firm on them just being friends, hell yeah they're friends! Amazing ones, at that! But you know who we all hate? The people who agree with TWN!Geralt's treatment of his bard... For shame... For shame....

[goldandlights]

Whoever is the more """""""obvious""""""" dom in a ship due to power dynamic, age, personality or whatever

You can bet my brain want's them to be the sub

[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

[0dde11eth]

Geralt being a brat and getting spanked one evening

The other kaer morons laughing at him when he winces sitting at the breakfast table the next morning

Jaskier is very smug with his work. That'll teach geralt to insult his singing

[roughentumble]

wait but physical therapist who focuses on kink positive PT and the majority of his clientele is people into kink and Geralt who just needs PT and gets recommended Jaskier by a friend

Jaskier automatically assumes Geralt's PT is kink related (like if it's for his knee he assumes Geralt's kneeling a lot) and Geralt's too shy and flustered about it when he realizes what Jaskier's specialty is to actually correct him

good lord youre a fucking genius

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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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Anarchy Update!

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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.

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whenever i see that post about swapping female characters with male ones in video games i always think about this

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Fantasy Hotel

Pairings: Monster!HC characters x Reader (I don't know how many there will be.)

Series Summary: A new hotel just opened up in town with promises to fulfill all your monster fucking fantasies. You were a little gun shy at first, but you come around. Again and again.

Fic links, warnings, notes, etc, under the cut since these can change at any moment.

Warnings: As with all of my fiction, 18+, NO MINORS. We're talking monster fucking, p in v, p in a, possibly some DP, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, maybe a hint of CNC, light dom/sub dynamics, biting, blood sucking, exhibitionism, fantasy (as if not apparent from the title and subject matter

Word Count: 32K-ish

A/N: I don't even know if I should call this a series. Let's be honest at the outset: I've written one and half of another. I've an idea for a third. After that? Who knows?

Forest Fantasy - Werewolf!Walter x Reader

Labyrinth Fantasy - Minotaur!Sy x Reader

Gothic Fantasy - Vampire!August x Reader

Haunted Fantasy - Ghost!Mike x Reader

Medieval Fantasy - Witcher!Geralt x Reader

Back to Reality: A Final Fantasy - Werewolf!Walter x Reader