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Wait,, what if jaskier fucks up with some mage and gets tiddies. like actual boobs. not pecs,,,, boobs.
Honestly, it’s what Jaskier deserves
He’s fascinated with them at first, a novelty that would surely soon be cured. The plumpness is what draws his attention first, something he would normally find attractive on a partner, now protruding from his own chest and they’re heavier than he expected too; unable to resist, he cups them underneath to give them a gentle lift, it’s a little hard in his chemise which was definitely not made for the extra tissue, evident by the way it stretched tightly over his newly acquired breasts; the fabric doing wonders on his sensitive nipples as it pulled across them. It’s making him a little hard just getting acquainted with them, something he probably shouldn’t be doing in the middle of an open path but he can’t help himself, he’s captivated by them.
As too was Geralt it would seem as Jaskier looked up and spotted the witcher staring straight at his boobs, mouth open and eyes dark. His hair falling across his face, imperfect from his brief fight with the mage that cursed the bard to begin with-who unfortunately escaped- and he’s breathing hard from it, adrenaline surely still coursing through him. He looks dishevelled and ravenous. He looks just as Jaskier feels.
It’s no surprise then that they gravitate toward each other quickly. Geralt’s hands landing on top of Jaskier’s own which are still cupping his boobs as their mouths meet over them. They’ve made out plenty of times before but there’s something about Geralt’s hands guiding them both into squeezing his breasts that makes this time more exciting, Jaskier’s hips jerking forward from the stimulation and delighted to feel Geralt’s equally as aroused.
They only spare a minute of thought- an agonising minute- to move to the side of the road for some poor resemblance of privacy and then they’re back on each other. Jaskier’s desperate to get out of his clothes, to release the pressure from both his chest and his crotch and wanting to actually feel his boobs bare, to let Geralt play with them properly, to experience this curse for what it actually was becoming, a blessing.
Geralt’s hands work open Jaskier’s clothes but keep straying back up to Jaskier’s tits; as amusing as Jaskier finds Geralt’s teenage-esque horniness, he does want to get on with things so lends a hand in stripping himself. Geralt doesn’t bother doing much the same for his own clothes, opting instead to just open his trousers to release his cock and not bothering with anything else.
In comparison, Jaskier stands bare. Cock familiarly standing up, shining where pre cum dribbles out and his form complimented by his new breasts, impressively full and perky; perfect for Geralt’s hand to latch back on, with them only just fitting into his palms.
He rolls them in his hands, enjoying watching Jaskier’s head fall back when his thumb brushes over his nipples every so often. Geralt could possibly get off from the sight of Jaskier alone but he also doesn’t want to waste such a magnificent opportunity so he leans forward to bring his mouth onto the right boob, pushing his hand to the side so the thumb could still play with Jaskier while he peppers kisses all over it, tongue occasionally coming out to leave stripes in its path, aided with Jaskier’s hand creeping up into Geralt’s hair to hold him firm.
Geralt almost breaks when Jaskier asks him to fuck his boobs, tells him he wants to feel Geralt’s cock rub between them, and he isn’t one to disappoint his bed partners.
Jaskier lays down onto the grass below in his full glory, legs spread about to encircle his enticing cock and his talented fingers fondling his tits as he waits for Geralt to join. He looks giddy and Geralt is certain it’s a sight he could fall in love with.
Geralt’s knees fall either side of Jaskier’s waist; he takes a moment to take it all in so close, Jaskier truly does look beautiful with breasts and it would be a shame after this if they have to break the curse but that’s a problem for the future, the present is something he’d much rather be in.
Jaskier moves his hands to the sides of his boobs and pushes them together, not too much force needed with how large they are but enough to hold them in place and create a tight hole for Geralt to fill. The witcher strokes his cock a few times, pre come being the only source of lube they currently have and spreads it as much as he could up his cock. Jaskier’s chest will look a delight when it’s shining with it so Geralt waits no longer and lines his cock up in between. The first thrust in is messy, it’s slow enough not to hurt until Jaskier is more slick but even still Jaskier isn’t prepared enough for the sensation and nearly loses his grip when he moans.
He’s ready for the next time though and Geralt delights in the tightness the makeshift hole provides. The boobs give just enough to make way for Geralt’s cock and he watches as it comes out the other end; if Jaskier moved his chin down just a fraction, Geralt would be able to touch it. Something Jaskier shares the desire for as he sticks out his tongue to lap at the tip, indecent noises coming out him from just the taste. Geralt hips jerk forward from the combination of being embraced by a warm hole while simultaneously having a gifted tongue swirling around his cock’s head.
They find a rhythm after that, Geralt fucking Jaskier’s- now slicked- tits and stopping every so often to let Jaskier try and suck on the large member, needy to get a taste but reluctant to let it out from between his boobs. The friction is almost an addiction for them both and it isn’t long before Geralt’s thrusts become less coordinated, bashing the sides in his desperation to move faster and harder. One final push through and he cums all over Jaskier’s face, his seed spreading high up his cheeks and down to Jaskier’s chest. It’s a sight Geralt never wants to forget.
Jaskier finally let’s go of his boobs and moves one hand behind Geralt to his own cock to stroke himself into orgasm. Geralt misses the warmth around his cock but he’s more focused on gathering himself after such an intense time. Jaskier’s other hand remains up high up, rubbing Geralt’s cum all over his boobs and making Geralt’s job that much harder, his cock stirring at the view of Jaskier’s tits completely covered in him. It only takes Jaskier a few tugs before he’s cuming.
Geralt rolls off Jaskier and lays down beside him, pressed close head to toe, his –already- half hard cock snug up against Jaskier’s arse but neither seem in a rush to move much more, happy to exist in the after bliss of what just happened. Geralt’s arm covers Jaskier’s waist and his hand moves up to cup Jaskier’s boob, holding it firmly but lazily and slowly playing with it; they’re both content to stay like that for as long as possible.
Yeah yeah, jaskier holding geralts tiddies is g r e a t but jaskier deserves some pec holding too right 🥺 even if theyre a little small
You’re right and you should say it.
He’s probably too shy to ask his partners because there’s not much there to hold and the one time he did ask, it didn’t end great.
Even still, after Geralt’s fucked him and cuddling up to him from behind, he hopes to all gods that those hands stray up to his pecs because yes, he’s wanted other people to hold him before but none were Geralt and he ends up trying to do a little subtle wiggle to move himself lower so they rest right over his chest.
Geralt’s not stupid though and he knows Jaskier wants something with all the fidgeting and it all becomes clear when his hands reach the destination and Jaskier sighs into it. Nuzzling back into Geralt and holding onto Geralt’s arms so his hands stay firmly onto him and go back with him. Geralt can smell the satisfaction coming from Jaskier.
The bard still not voicing what he wants but Geralt 100% on board anyway.
Giving Jaskier’s pecs a slight squeeze and, not that he’d admit it, Jaskier outright purring at the grasp. He keeps going after that, Geralt’s whole palm moving circles around the area, sporadically adding in a few squeezes, as long as he keeps Jaskier in his hands, the bard seems content to stay in bed forever.
It goes on for quite a while but eventually Jaskier’s breath evens out and Geralt knows he’s fallen asleep. He doesn’t let go though, holds onto Jaskier’s pecs all night.
Can I just say how excited I am that you are writing a part two of the MermanGeralt 🧜🏻♂️!! Heck yeah!!!! Kudos and praise and encouragement! Swollen-earnest-precocious-little-undersized-and-overfull-mate Julian is the best🍑
Awnn thank you!! I’m glad you like it! The second part’s done and you can find it here!
bby jaskier - 4-10 yo preferably - who lives by the shore w little to no supervision & winds up befriending merman geralt. jaskier agrees to incubate a cluster of eggs for geralt after he explains that mermaids are hermaphroditic & can transfer fertilized eggs to one another seahorse-style. geralt fucks him so full of eggs his belly is bulging & he’s crying in discomfort. mb his hole is plugged up after he’s stuffed. ur choice if you want to include him delivering the eggs w or w/o geralt’s help
I legit learnt so much about seahorses when I researched for this fic just ?? so fuckin’ cool. Also, I didn’t get to the birthing!! I’m so sorry, but I hope this is enjoyable nonetheless. Also, I’d say jask is around 6 in this? Also I listened to The Sharpest Lives by mcr while i edited this and im ~vibing~.
“Geralt!” The boy floats, hands waving, feet kicking steadily to keep his head above the water. He’s entirely adorable, cocklet and balls bobbing under the water and Geralt wants to touch, to kiss, and to make him his.
Jaskier yelps as Geralt drags him into the water, cheeks puffed as he turns, brown hair a floating mess above him. He doesn’t notice Geralt under him, not till his legs are seated on his shoulders, fingers gripping Geralt’s hair as they pop out of the water.
“Geralt!” He looks up at him; a gleeful Jaskier grins down. “I thought you were at your cave and I was trying to find you but I don’t know where your cave is, so—” Geralt lifts him off his shoulders, setting him into the water in font of hi.
He’s so tiny and Geralt wonders if he’ll truly be able to handle the eggs that’ve got him so swollen up. His own stomach is taut, and he smiles as Jaskier stares at it.
“Whoaaa, is this why you haven't been around,” he looks up at Geralt in wonder, eyes wide, “You were making babies! When mummy used to talk to me, she said I made her tummy so big! and that it hurt so bad and that she hated me inside her— do you hate your babies too, Geralt?”
Geralt frowns— he’s accustomed to hearing about the boy’s shit parents, but it doesn’t upset him any less each time— “No,” he says, voice gruff as he swishes his tail, looking drown at the swell of his stomach just below the water. “Hm. I don’t.”
“That’s good, babies deserve so much love and when yours are born, I’m going to make such a good big brother for them!” He’s throws his hands around Geralt’s neck in a hug wary of his bump as he clings to him, legs tired from kicking to stay afloat.
Geralt runs a hand over his swell; they aren't fertilized and no way can the elf-boy fertilize them but, he wants so badly to see his to-be mate swell with his offspring.
“Jaskier.” The boy looks up at him from where he’d been staring at Geralt’s bump, blue eyes sparkling under the summer sun. “I was wondering if you’d like to be their mommy.”
The boy’s eyes widen in excitement before his shoulders slump. “I can’t.” His lip wobbles, tears filling his eyes, "I don’t have a mommy hole, Geralt.”
Geralt pulls the boy close so he's straddling his broad torso, seated above the swell of Geralt's brood pouch.
"You do. Would you like me to show you?" Jaskier looks so hopeful as he nods, letting Geralt's hand trail down his hip to his asscheek, giggling as Geralt gives his hole a little tap under the water.
"This is your mommy hole. Can I put eggs in you?" He grimaces at his wording but Jaskier only nods enthusiastically.
"I want to be their mommy, Geralt, please!" The boy looks away, contemplating as his face blushes, "If I'm their mommy and you're their daddy, does that mean we— can we kiss?" He's so fucking adorable that Geralt could scream about it for days.
"Of course, baby, but only if we're mates. Do—" his breath hitches, "Do you want to be my mate?" Powerful words, the start of a courtship. "You'd live with me in the water, away from your parents— and we could travel, if you want, when you grow up."
Jaskierr throws himself at Geralt again, wrapping his arms around him, face pressed against his brood pouch as the boy hugs him. "Will I be yours forever and ever and you'll be mine?"
Geralt grins, bringing the boy up to press a kiss to his nose. "Forever and ever."
He presses a kiss to Jaskier's lips, and the soft brush quickly turns into messy teeth and spit and tongue and holy fuck he's finally doing it, he's going to make Jaskier his mate.
Geralt swims towards a rock hidden by mountain and beach, so secluded that he hasn't seen humans walk by it in decades. Jaskier lays on his chest, like Geralt's some comfortable merman boat. He sets Jaskier on the rock, the boy kicking into the water off the edge.
Geralt's cocksheath is plenty slick, and he moans a he dips into he hidden slit under his brood pouch. "Geralt?" the boy leans forward, resting his forehead against his.
"I'm okay," he smiles, fingering himself for a bi longer, relishing in the warmth of the boy's skin against his before he pulls his hand out of the water, fingers coated with slick.
"I need to get your mommy hole ready for my eggs, Jaskier." The boy's already nude, as he always is when he swims, so it’s simple work to have him lay back, knees bent and legs parted
Geralt's mouth waters as he trails his slick fingers up his mate's hole, rubbing against the tight furl of his virgin hole. He gently pushes the tip of his finger in, cursing his bump as it keeps him from getting a closer look.
"Geralt— Geralt, I'm scared!" The boy draws knees together, clutching Geralt's other hand, his balls framed by his legs as wide blue eyes stare down at him.
"It's okay, Jaskier. It'll feel good, I promise." the boy reluctantly parts his legs, thin lips pulled into a pout as Geralt gently pushes in again. He leans forward and presses a kiss to he boy's lips, grinning against his giggles as he slips his tongue past the boy's lips.
It takes time, working the boy up to three fingers, comforting his mate as he looks up in excitement. The boy's cock twitches and he parts his lips with a small yelp, curling his hands tighter around Geralt's as he brushes against Jaskier's sweet spot.
"Geralt, please— my mommy hole's ready for the babies!" Geralt scissors the kid's asshole, his own cock bobbing in the water.
Geralts tugs hims close to the edge of the rock, hands shaking in anticipation as he strokes his cock, tapping over his mate's hole as Jaskier looks on curiously. "Is that what'll put the babies in me, Geralt?" He grins, shifting down just so that Geralt's slick cock catches on his hole. "Hurry up! I wanna be a mommy already!" Oh fuck, Geralt loves him.
He groans as he pushes into the boy's velvet heat, Jaskier's hole stretched enough to accommodate his size with little pain. "Geralt?" He's so worried, so pure and Geralt adores him.
"Hmm. Feels good, Seahorse, ready for me to move?" Jaskier grins widely at the nickname, his ass clenching around Geralt's cock oh-so perfectly, sending shivers up his spine. When's the last time he fucked someone? Gods, he can’t remember.
Geralt pulls out before sinking back in, watching as Jaskier's mouth part into a voiceless moan. "Good?"
Jaskier nods, biting down on his lip.
It only takes a couple of shallow thrusts a he feels the first of the eggs travel to his cock, skin bulging as it presses through with each of his slow thrusts into the boy. "The first baby's here, Jaskier." The boy's eyes light up, watching Geralt's cock distend, whimpering as it finds its way into his warm, slick asshole.
"It's so big, Geralt," he whispers, poking the small bulge of his stomach.
"Mh. There's as lot more." Geralt kisses away the worry as he pump another egg into the boy, Jaskier arching as it presses against his prostate.
Jaskier whines as he presses the fifth egg inn, eyes half lidded in exhaustion as he looks up at Geralt. He's beautiful, his stomach bum, half full with his eggs. "No more, Geralt, pleases—"
"Ten more, Seahorse, come on." Geralt grunts as another egg spreads through his cock, filling the boy up more.
By their ninth egg, Jaskier is crying, nose scrunched up as he sobs. "It hurts, Geralt!"
"You're being such a good mommy, Jask, just a little longer, okay?" The boy chokes on a sob, tiny hands resting flat against his stomach as he writhes, and Geralt watches in wonder as his cocklet twitches, a clear spend spilling over his taut stomach.
He swipes a finger through it, bringing it to his lips. Melitele help him, he's in deep. He keeps his hips thrusting against Jaskier's slick hole, slow and steady as he licks up his mate's seed, coaxing Jaskier's mouth open with a thumb.
The kiss is fucking filthy, sharing the boy's spend as he fucks into him, another egg coming to rest inside Jaskier. He's still sobbing, face wet with tears and snot, and Geralt wishes so badly to take away his pain, let him enjoy this as much as he is.
Geralt sighs in relief as the final egg slisps out of him, his stomach flat with his brood pouch empty. Jaskier's dry sobbing now, the setting sun casting such a beautiful glowing over his swollen mate. Geralt presses gentle kisses over his stomach, stilling as his cock pumps fluid into the boy.
"Did so good for me, Jaskier. You're such a good mommy." Jaskier hiccups, making grabby hands at Geralrt to lift him up. "Just a second, Seahorse." He plucks the plug from where he'd set it on the rock earlier that day, rinsing it over before holding it up forr the boy to see. "I'm going to put this in you so the eggs don't fall out, okay?"
Jask nods, too tired to reply and Geralt's quick to replace his cock with the plug, licking away the slick that's leaked out from the boy's oversensitive hole.
He's careful as he slips Jaskier back into the water, giving the aching boy respite. His stomach bulges comically from where he floats, so fucking huge against his tiny frame, so beautiful that it takes Geralt's breath away.
Jaskier's asleep by the time Geralt guides him through the water, back to his cave. He dries the boy off and tucks him into some furs.
Geralt cuddles around his a mate, Jaskier filled to the brim with with his fry, and the merman couldn't be happier.
Woah!! Hunted down the Merman Creature Geralt fic after seeing it mentioned on here- FANTASTIC!! Can you be teased into exploring Jaskier laying his clutch, or just gently buoyant in the water with his swollen belly and amorous Geralt feeling him up some more?? Heck any kind of twink-tiny Jaskier! Your writing is *chef kiss* 😘 10/10 would explore that fic again! Thanks for posting the original
Here it is on ao3!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/29711676/chapters/73067661 Enjoy :)
bby jaskier - 4-10 yo preferably - who lives by the shore w little to no supervision & winds up befriending merman geralt. jaskier agrees to incubate a cluster of eggs for geralt after he explains that mermaids are hermaphroditic & can transfer fertilized eggs to one another seahorse-style. geralt fucks him so full of eggs his belly is bulging & he’s crying in discomfort. mb his hole is plugged up after he’s stuffed. ur choice if you want to include him delivering the eggs w or w/o geralt’s help
I legit learnt so much about seahorses when I researched for this fic just ?? so fuckin’ cool. Also, I didn’t get to the birthing!! I’m so sorry, but I hope this is enjoyable nonetheless. Also, I’d say jask is around 6 in this? Also I listened to The Sharpest Lives by mcr while i edited this and im ~vibing~.
“Geralt!” The boy floats, hands waving, feet kicking steadily to keep his head above the water. He’s entirely adorable, cocklet and balls bobbing under the water and Geralt wants to touch, to kiss, and to make him his.
Jaskier yelps as Geralt drags him into the water, cheeks puffed as he turns, brown hair a floating mess above him. He doesn’t notice Geralt under him, not till his legs are seated on his shoulders, fingers gripping Geralt’s hair as they pop out of the water.
“Geralt!” He looks up at him; a gleeful Jaskier grins down. “I thought you were at your cave and I was trying to find you but I don’t know where your cave is, so—” Geralt lifts him off his shoulders, setting him into the water in font of hi.
He’s so tiny and Geralt wonders if he’ll truly be able to handle the eggs that’ve got him so swollen up. His own stomach is taut, and he smiles as Jaskier stares at it.
“Whoaaa, is this why you haven't been around,” he looks up at Geralt in wonder, eyes wide, “You were making babies! When mummy used to talk to me, she said I made her tummy so big! and that it hurt so bad and that she hated me inside her— do you hate your babies too, Geralt?”
Geralt frowns— he’s accustomed to hearing about the boy’s shit parents, but it doesn’t upset him any less each time— “No,” he says, voice gruff as he swishes his tail, looking drown at the swell of his stomach just below the water. “Hm. I don’t.”
“That’s good, babies deserve so much love and when yours are born, I’m going to make such a good big brother for them!” He’s throws his hands around Geralt’s neck in a hug wary of his bump as he clings to him, legs tired from kicking to stay afloat.
Geralt runs a hand over his swell; they aren't fertilized and no way can the elf-boy fertilize them but, he wants so badly to see his to-be mate swell with his offspring.
“Jaskier.” The boy looks up at him from where he’d been staring at Geralt’s bump, blue eyes sparkling under the summer sun. “I was wondering if you’d like to be their mommy.”
The boy’s eyes widen in excitement before his shoulders slump. “I can’t.” His lip wobbles, tears filling his eyes, "I don’t have a mommy hole, Geralt.”
Geralt pulls the boy close so he's straddling his broad torso, seated above the swell of Geralt's brood pouch.
"You do. Would you like me to show you?" Jaskier looks so hopeful as he nods, letting Geralt's hand trail down his hip to his asscheek, giggling as Geralt gives his hole a little tap under the water.
"This is your mommy hole. Can I put eggs in you?" He grimaces at his wording but Jaskier only nods enthusiastically.
"I want to be their mommy, Geralt, please!" The boy looks away, contemplating as his face blushes, "If I'm their mommy and you're their daddy, does that mean we— can we kiss?" He's so fucking adorable that Geralt could scream about it for days.
"Of course, baby, but only if we're mates. Do—" his breath hitches, "Do you want to be my mate?" Powerful words, the start of a courtship. "You'd live with me in the water, away from your parents— and we could travel, if you want, when you grow up."
Jaskierr throws himself at Geralt again, wrapping his arms around him, face pressed against his brood pouch as the boy hugs him. "Will I be yours forever and ever and you'll be mine?"
Geralt grins, bringing the boy up to press a kiss to his nose. "Forever and ever."
He presses a kiss to Jaskier's lips, and the soft brush quickly turns into messy teeth and spit and tongue and holy fuck he's finally doing it, he's going to make Jaskier his mate.
Geralt swims towards a rock hidden by mountain and beach, so secluded that he hasn't seen humans walk by it in decades. Jaskier lays on his chest, like Geralt's some comfortable merman boat. He sets Jaskier on the rock, the boy kicking into the water off the edge.
Geralt's cocksheath is plenty slick, and he moans a he dips into he hidden slit under his brood pouch. "Geralt?" the boy leans forward, resting his forehead against his.
"I'm okay," he smiles, fingering himself for a bi longer, relishing in the warmth of the boy's skin against his before he pulls his hand out of the water, fingers coated with slick.
"I need to get your mommy hole ready for my eggs, Jaskier." The boy's already nude, as he always is when he swims, so it’s simple work to have him lay back, knees bent and legs parted
Geralt's mouth waters as he trails his slick fingers up his mate's hole, rubbing against the tight furl of his virgin hole. He gently pushes the tip of his finger in, cursing his bump as it keeps him from getting a closer look.
"Geralt— Geralt, I'm scared!" The boy draws knees together, clutching Geralt's other hand, his balls framed by his legs as wide blue eyes stare down at him.
"It's okay, Jaskier. It'll feel good, I promise." the boy reluctantly parts his legs, thin lips pulled into a pout as Geralt gently pushes in again. He leans forward and presses a kiss to he boy's lips, grinning against his giggles as he slips his tongue past the boy's lips.
It takes time, working the boy up to three fingers, comforting his mate as he looks up in excitement. The boy's cock twitches and he parts his lips with a small yelp, curling his hands tighter around Geralt's as he brushes against Jaskier's sweet spot.
"Geralt, please— my mommy hole's ready for the babies!" Geralt scissors the kid's asshole, his own cock bobbing in the water.
Geralts tugs hims close to the edge of the rock, hands shaking in anticipation as he strokes his cock, tapping over his mate's hole as Jaskier looks on curiously. "Is that what'll put the babies in me, Geralt?" He grins, shifting down just so that Geralt's slick cock catches on his hole. "Hurry up! I wanna be a mommy already!" Oh fuck, Geralt loves him.
He groans as he pushes into the boy's velvet heat, Jaskier's hole stretched enough to accommodate his size with little pain. "Geralt?" He's so worried, so pure and Geralt adores him.
"Hmm. Feels good, Seahorse, ready for me to move?" Jaskier grins widely at the nickname, his ass clenching around Geralt's cock oh-so perfectly, sending shivers up his spine. When's the last time he fucked someone? Gods, he can’t remember.
Geralt pulls out before sinking back in, watching as Jaskier's mouth part into a voiceless moan. "Good?"
Jaskier nods, biting down on his lip.
It only takes a couple of shallow thrusts a he feels the first of the eggs travel to his cock, skin bulging as it presses through with each of his slow thrusts into the boy. "The first baby's here, Jaskier." The boy's eyes light up, watching Geralt's cock distend, whimpering as it finds its way into his warm, slick asshole.
"It's so big, Geralt," he whispers, poking the small bulge of his stomach.
"Mh. There's as lot more." Geralt kisses away the worry as he pump another egg into the boy, Jaskier arching as it presses against his prostate.
Jaskier whines as he presses the fifth egg inn, eyes half lidded in exhaustion as he looks up at Geralt. He's beautiful, his stomach bum, half full with his eggs. "No more, Geralt, pleases—"
"Ten more, Seahorse, come on." Geralt grunts as another egg spreads through his cock, filling the boy up more.
By their ninth egg, Jaskier is crying, nose scrunched up as he sobs. "It hurts, Geralt!"
"You're being such a good mommy, Jask, just a little longer, okay?" The boy chokes on a sob, tiny hands resting flat against his stomach as he writhes, and Geralt watches in wonder as his cocklet twitches, a clear spend spilling over his taut stomach.
He swipes a finger through it, bringing it to his lips. Melitele help him, he's in deep. He keeps his hips thrusting against Jaskier's slick hole, slow and steady as he licks up his mate's seed, coaxing Jaskier's mouth open with a thumb.
The kiss is fucking filthy, sharing the boy's spend as he fucks into him, another egg coming to rest inside Jaskier. He's still sobbing, face wet with tears and snot, and Geralt wishes so badly to take away his pain, let him enjoy this as much as he is.
Geralt sighs in relief as the final egg slisps out of him, his stomach flat with his brood pouch empty. Jaskier's dry sobbing now, the setting sun casting such a beautiful glowing over his swollen mate. Geralt presses gentle kisses over his stomach, stilling as his cock pumps fluid into the boy.
"Did so good for me, Jaskier. You're such a good mommy." Jaskier hiccups, making grabby hands at Geralrt to lift him up. "Just a second, Seahorse." He plucks the plug from where he'd set it on the rock earlier that day, rinsing it over before holding it up forr the boy to see. "I'm going to put this in you so the eggs don't fall out, okay?"
Jask nods, too tired to reply and Geralt's quick to replace his cock with the plug, licking away the slick that's leaked out from the boy's oversensitive hole.
He's careful as he slips Jaskier back into the water, giving the aching boy respite. His stomach bulges comically from where he floats, so fucking huge against his tiny frame, so beautiful that it takes Geralt's breath away.
Jaskier's asleep by the time Geralt guides him through the water, back to his cave. He dries the boy off and tucks him into some furs.
Geralt cuddles around his a mate, Jaskier filled to the brim with with his fry, and the merman couldn't be happier.
This was my prompt! The first one that ever got filled, actually. I tried to keep it brief enough to fit into one ask after having several multi-part asks fail to entirely send, so I was really pleased about how many ideas that I only vaguely discussed you picked up on! Like Jaskier having crappy, neglectful parents, and him being enthusiastic about the prospect of having babies inside him. This is 300% just a funny fact and not a complaint, but the last fandom I was heavily into before The Witcher was Good Omens and one of the MCs in it has snake characteristics even when in fully human form, so a lot of fics/pics ran with the idea that his genitals were also snake-like. Two dicks was the most popular snake trait to include but (some?) snakes leave a “mating plug” in their partner’s hole after they inseminate to prevent anything leaking out or anyone else getting in, so there was a very niche smut trope of him doing that. So that was what was in my head when I sent the ask and I was sooo thrown when there was instead a non-biological plug...even though when I used my brain for 0.5 seconds I realized that there was absolutely no way you could have known I didn’t mean “plug” in the way it’s used in sexual context 99.9% of the time. Still hot though so no biggie👍 Speaking of funky bio facts, my dick is fucking cursed after taking several college classes that frequently discussed a variety of genital setups, reproduction strategies, and sex/““”gender””” roles different animal groups have, so I am happy you also had fun delving into non-human sexuality.
I don't know how I missed this!! Thank you so much, I'm so glad you liked it! It didn't even occur to me that you meant a natural plug 😂 I'm glad you enjoyed it anyways :D
Hello! I love the public bus scene so much, so here's another prompt for it: either Geralt or Jaskier is filming a porn with his people inside the bus while the remaining one of the two just entered the bus and gets pulled in to join them (can have him be unwilling or not)
Something insanely hot about slutty Geralt. Virgin kink, age difference, transmasc jaskier, genitals referred to as clit and cunt, exhibition kink, cunnilingus, handjobs
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Cold bites at Geralt’s skin as he holds onto the pole of the bus. It’s stupid cold, and his shorts barely cover his ass, much less the length of his legs. It’s a simple enough scene, though, he has to jack off on a bus; he’s done a lot worse, and besides, they’ve rented out the bus entirely.
Or at least, he thought they had till a kid walks up the two steps, confusion written on his face before his eyes train on Geralt with his legs spread widely and a hand shoved down the front of his pants. “Fuck,” he whispers, shock in his eyes as he looks away, “I’ve obviously got the wrong bus, sorry,” he laughs nervously and begins to walk away.
Geralt’s already on his feet. He can feel eyes bore into his back as he walks towards Jaskier, shorts unbuttoned, torso bare. He cups his cheeks as blue eyes stare up at him, and draws him into a kiss. He doesn’t know why, just that this boy is insanely adorable, with his wind-tousled brown hair and silken button down and bashfulness. “Do you wanna stay?” Geralt asks, wrapping an arm around the boy’s face— because he really is a boy, isn’t he? Barely seventeen, probably while Geralt’s nearing thirty eight. It only spurs to turn him on more.
The kid’s lips hinge open and close, and Geralt chuckles at how adorable he is before he draws him into another messy, filthy kiss and begins to unbutton his shirt.
He can hear shuffling behind them, likely lighting and cameras being re-positioned now that he’s towards the front of the bus. “Who are you?” Jaskier asks, letting Geralt rub warm palms up his side and down his front.
“You can call me Wolf, pup. I do porn.” Jaskier blinks up at him and fucking whimpers.
“Yes, Wolf,” the pup replies dutifully. Geralt’s hands go to Jaskier’s jeans, palming between his legs. “I—” he squeezes his thighs together around Geralt’s hand, knees turning inward as his hands slip down to hold Geralt’s wrist. “I’ve never been touched,” he whispers, blushing bright red as Geralt gently thumbs over his clit. “What the fuck am I doing here,” he mutters, nose scrunching up. Geralt can tell that he’s melting into doubt and quickly finishes unbuttoning his pants.
His cunt’s dripping, swollen and flushed and from where Geralt’s been rubbing him through his pants. Geralt falls to his knees in front of him, gently guiding away the boy’s hands when they come to cover himself up. “Wolf— are they recording us?”
“Yeah,” Geralt mutters. He makes sure to arch his back before he leans forward, presses kisses up the kid’s thighs, closer and closer to his weeping cunt. Geralt doesn’t know the last time he’s had a virgin and the thought that the pup’s untouched, all for him, makes him feel heady. A hesitant hand gently settles sweetly in Geralt’s hair, and he smiles into the kid’s inner thigh. He generally hates having his hair pulled, and the gentle patting has him melting into the kid’s touch.
He uses the tip of his tongue trace the lips of the boy’s pussy, listening to his breath hitch. “Wolf,” he sighs, looking ahead of him and at the cameras. The kid looks fucking debauched, flushed and pink, his shirt’s half unbuttoned to show off the thick hair on his chest and the way his pants and boxers are shoved down to his knees. He makes such a pretty sight that Geralt knows he’ll be jacking off to this for fucking months.
Geralt licks up the pup’s pussy, tongue broad as Jaskier moans when his tongue catches on his clit. Fingers keep petting through Geralt’s hair as if comforting him; he smiles into the kid’s skin. Truly, he’s just too sweet, Geralt almost can’t take it.
He picks up his pace, flicking his tongue and lapping between folds as Jaskier’s legs shake and he simply holds on. The boy sobs as Geralt’s tongue circles his clit, on the brink of overstimulation as he works in a single finger into his cunt.
“Wolf, please,” he whines, inanely cute as he tries to squeeze his legs together. He’s close, Geralt can tell. He stops before the kid cums and gets back to his feet.
“What’s your name?” Geralt’s voice is rough, as if he’s been the one licked senseless— gods, what’s this kid doing to him?
“Jaskier. Will— will you—”
“Jaskier.” Geralt smiles, looking at the stuttering mess of a boy in front of him. “Do you want to cum, boy?” Geralt towers over him despite them being nearly the same height. Jaskier nods, licking his lip. And Geralt grins, wolfish. He takes the boy’s hand and places it on his own dick, sighing at the warmth of his skin. “Care to get me off, then?”
The boy’s hand is hesitant, exploring and curious as his fingers brush up the side of his cock and thumb over his pink, dripping cockhead that peeks up the waistband of his shorts. “That’s good,” Geralt praises, “my good boy, aren’t you?” Jaskier sinks to his knees, blue eyes peering up at Geralt.
“Your good boy,” he echoes, nervously biting his lip. He eases Geralt’s cock out of its confines, eyes widening marginally at the size of it before he grows adorably determined. His hand barely fits over the width of his dick as he smooths down the ridiculous amount of precum that’s dripped.
Geralt groans at the tight, wet heat of his hand as Jaskier explores, tracing veins with the pads of his fingers and trails a light brush all the way down to his balls. He starts stroking then, looking back up at Geralt to gauge his reaction, and grins so fucking brightly when he sees Geralt’s face twisted in pleasure. Geralt finds himself wanting to see that smile till the end of time.
His hand slips between his own legs, playing with his cunt as he builds up rhythm with Geralt’s cock. It’s the hottest fucking thing Geralt’s ever seen. He’s so fucking close, hasn’t been on edge since he was a decade younger and when Jaskier presses a shy kiss to his cockhead, Geralt cums with a shout.
Jaskier gasps as cum lands on his face, and Geralt uses the half a mind he’s got left to grunt at him to close his eyes before he’s fisting his cock desperately and squeezing out every bit of cum from himself and dripping it over the boy’s face.
“Fuck, he grunts. When’s the last time he’d cum so hard he couldn’t breathe. A quiet tug to his shorts pulls him out of his thoughts; Jaskier holds the fabric in a loose grip, one eye squinting up at him as cum drips down his face. Geralt swears again, and sees to getting he face cleaned up with a cloth. As hot as it is to see the boy wearing his cum, he knows that this is the kid’s first time and wants to make it as pleasant as he can for him. By personal experience, Geralt knows that getting semen into your eyes is absolutely no fun.
“You did so good, kid,” Geralt mutters, pressing a kiss to Jaskier’s head when he’s all clean. “Do you want your reward now? For being such a good boy for me?” Jaskier blushes red as he looks past Geralt’s shoulder and at the camera and directing crew, as if he’s really realizing for the first time that he’s having his virginity taken in front of other people by a fucking porn star. He turns back to Geralt, so adorably embarrassed but nods yes anyway.
His knees are pink when he stands, and Geralt’s palms return to his sides as backs him up against a wall of the bus. “I’m going to get you off with my fingers, is that alright?” Jaskier nods, too far gone for words.
It’s stupid easy to get him off; he cries out when Geralt touches him again, fingers digging into Geralt’s arm. One of his hands trails to grip Geralt’s wrist again, to keep it in place as Geralt fingers his weeping cunt and plays with is clit. He squeezes his knees together as he cums, eyes squeezing shut as he tenses and shakes through his orgasm— Geralt works him through it until his little clit is too sensitive to the touch.
“Wolf,” he stutters out, and falls into Geralt’s arms when he tries to take a step. The cameras cut from behind them, the crew beginning to pack up.
“Where were you going, Jaskier?” Geralt asks him, sitting them both down on a seat. The boy’s still shaking slightly, curling into Geralt’s chest from where he’s rested in his lap.
“Home,” he whispers. One of his hands slink back between his legs, and he buries his head into Geralt’s neck in embarrassment as he touches himself again. Insatiable, but then again, Geralt remembers being seventeen.
Geralt eases his hand away and starts stroking his clit between his thumb and forefinger, casual as Jaskier shudders and tucks himself closer.
“Do you want me to take you, pup?”
Blue eyes peer up at him, legs squeezing together.
bby jaskier - 4-10 yo preferably - who lives by the shore w little to no supervision & winds up befriending merman geralt. jaskier agrees to incubate a cluster of eggs for geralt after he explains that mermaids are hermaphroditic & can transfer fertilized eggs to one another seahorse-style. geralt fucks him so full of eggs his belly is bulging & he’s crying in discomfort. mb his hole is plugged up after he’s stuffed. ur choice if you want to include him delivering the eggs w or w/o geralt’s help
I legit learnt so much about seahorses when I researched for this fic just ?? so fuckin’ cool. Also, I didn’t get to the birthing!! I’m so sorry, but I hope this is enjoyable nonetheless. Also, I’d say jask is around 6 in this? Also I listened to The Sharpest Lives by mcr while i edited this and im ~vibing~.
“Geralt!” The boy floats, hands waving, feet kicking steadily to keep his head above the water. He’s entirely adorable, cocklet and balls bobbing under the water and Geralt wants to touch, to kiss, and to make him his.
Jaskier yelps as Geralt drags him into the water, cheeks puffed as he turns, brown hair a floating mess above him. He doesn’t notice Geralt under him, not till his legs are seated on his shoulders, fingers gripping Geralt’s hair as they pop out of the water.
“Geralt!” He looks up at him; a gleeful Jaskier grins down. “I thought you were at your cave and I was trying to find you but I don’t know where your cave is, so—” Geralt lifts him off his shoulders, setting him into the water in font of hi.
He’s so tiny and Geralt wonders if he’ll truly be able to handle the eggs that’ve got him so swollen up. His own stomach is taut, and he smiles as Jaskier stares at it.
“Whoaaa, is this why you haven't been around,” he looks up at Geralt in wonder, eyes wide, “You were making babies! When mummy used to talk to me, she said I made her tummy so big! and that it hurt so bad and that she hated me inside her— do you hate your babies too, Geralt?”
Geralt frowns— he’s accustomed to hearing about the boy’s shit parents, but it doesn’t upset him any less each time— “No,” he says, voice gruff as he swishes his tail, looking drown at the swell of his stomach just below the water. “Hm. I don’t.”
“That’s good, babies deserve so much love and when yours are born, I’m going to make such a good big brother for them!” He’s throws his hands around Geralt’s neck in a hug wary of his bump as he clings to him, legs tired from kicking to stay afloat.
Geralt runs a hand over his swell; they aren't fertilized and no way can the elf-boy fertilize them but, he wants so badly to see his to-be mate swell with his offspring.
“Jaskier.” The boy looks up at him from where he’d been staring at Geralt’s bump, blue eyes sparkling under the summer sun. “I was wondering if you’d like to be their mommy.”
The boy’s eyes widen in excitement before his shoulders slump. “I can’t.” His lip wobbles, tears filling his eyes, "I don’t have a mommy hole, Geralt.”
Geralt pulls the boy close so he's straddling his broad torso, seated above the swell of Geralt's brood pouch.
"You do. Would you like me to show you?" Jaskier looks so hopeful as he nods, letting Geralt's hand trail down his hip to his asscheek, giggling as Geralt gives his hole a little tap under the water.
"This is your mommy hole. Can I put eggs in you?" He grimaces at his wording but Jaskier only nods enthusiastically.
"I want to be their mommy, Geralt, please!" The boy looks away, contemplating as his face blushes, "If I'm their mommy and you're their daddy, does that mean we— can we kiss?" He's so fucking adorable that Geralt could scream about it for days.
"Of course, baby, but only if we're mates. Do—" his breath hitches, "Do you want to be my mate?" Powerful words, the start of a courtship. "You'd live with me in the water, away from your parents— and we could travel, if you want, when you grow up."
Jaskierr throws himself at Geralt again, wrapping his arms around him, face pressed against his brood pouch as the boy hugs him. "Will I be yours forever and ever and you'll be mine?"
Geralt grins, bringing the boy up to press a kiss to his nose. "Forever and ever."
He presses a kiss to Jaskier's lips, and the soft brush quickly turns into messy teeth and spit and tongue and holy fuck he's finally doing it, he's going to make Jaskier his mate.
Geralt swims towards a rock hidden by mountain and beach, so secluded that he hasn't seen humans walk by it in decades. Jaskier lays on his chest, like Geralt's some comfortable merman boat. He sets Jaskier on the rock, the boy kicking into the water off the edge.
Geralt's cocksheath is plenty slick, and he moans a he dips into he hidden slit under his brood pouch. "Geralt?" the boy leans forward, resting his forehead against his.
"I'm okay," he smiles, fingering himself for a bi longer, relishing in the warmth of the boy's skin against his before he pulls his hand out of the water, fingers coated with slick.
"I need to get your mommy hole ready for my eggs, Jaskier." The boy's already nude, as he always is when he swims, so it’s simple work to have him lay back, knees bent and legs parted
Geralt's mouth waters as he trails his slick fingers up his mate's hole, rubbing against the tight furl of his virgin hole. He gently pushes the tip of his finger in, cursing his bump as it keeps him from getting a closer look.
"Geralt— Geralt, I'm scared!" The boy draws knees together, clutching Geralt's other hand, his balls framed by his legs as wide blue eyes stare down at him.
"It's okay, Jaskier. It'll feel good, I promise." the boy reluctantly parts his legs, thin lips pulled into a pout as Geralt gently pushes in again. He leans forward and presses a kiss to he boy's lips, grinning against his giggles as he slips his tongue past the boy's lips.
It takes time, working the boy up to three fingers, comforting his mate as he looks up in excitement. The boy's cock twitches and he parts his lips with a small yelp, curling his hands tighter around Geralt's as he brushes against Jaskier's sweet spot.
"Geralt, please— my mommy hole's ready for the babies!" Geralt scissors the kid's asshole, his own cock bobbing in the water.
Geralts tugs hims close to the edge of the rock, hands shaking in anticipation as he strokes his cock, tapping over his mate's hole as Jaskier looks on curiously. "Is that what'll put the babies in me, Geralt?" He grins, shifting down just so that Geralt's slick cock catches on his hole. "Hurry up! I wanna be a mommy already!" Oh fuck, Geralt loves him.
He groans as he pushes into the boy's velvet heat, Jaskier's hole stretched enough to accommodate his size with little pain. "Geralt?" He's so worried, so pure and Geralt adores him.
"Hmm. Feels good, Seahorse, ready for me to move?" Jaskier grins widely at the nickname, his ass clenching around Geralt's cock oh-so perfectly, sending shivers up his spine. When's the last time he fucked someone? Gods, he can’t remember.
Geralt pulls out before sinking back in, watching as Jaskier's mouth part into a voiceless moan. "Good?"
Jaskier nods, biting down on his lip.
It only takes a couple of shallow thrusts a he feels the first of the eggs travel to his cock, skin bulging as it presses through with each of his slow thrusts into the boy. "The first baby's here, Jaskier." The boy's eyes light up, watching Geralt's cock distend, whimpering as it finds its way into his warm, slick asshole.
"It's so big, Geralt," he whispers, poking the small bulge of his stomach.
"Mh. There's as lot more." Geralt kisses away the worry as he pump another egg into the boy, Jaskier arching as it presses against his prostate.
Jaskier whines as he presses the fifth egg inn, eyes half lidded in exhaustion as he looks up at Geralt. He's beautiful, his stomach bum, half full with his eggs. "No more, Geralt, pleases—"
"Ten more, Seahorse, come on." Geralt grunts as another egg spreads through his cock, filling the boy up more.
By their ninth egg, Jaskier is crying, nose scrunched up as he sobs. "It hurts, Geralt!"
"You're being such a good mommy, Jask, just a little longer, okay?" The boy chokes on a sob, tiny hands resting flat against his stomach as he writhes, and Geralt watches in wonder as his cocklet twitches, a clear spend spilling over his taut stomach.
He swipes a finger through it, bringing it to his lips. Melitele help him, he's in deep. He keeps his hips thrusting against Jaskier's slick hole, slow and steady as he licks up his mate's seed, coaxing Jaskier's mouth open with a thumb.
The kiss is fucking filthy, sharing the boy's spend as he fucks into him, another egg coming to rest inside Jaskier. He's still sobbing, face wet with tears and snot, and Geralt wishes so badly to take away his pain, let him enjoy this as much as he is.
Geralt sighs in relief as the final egg slisps out of him, his stomach flat with his brood pouch empty. Jaskier's dry sobbing now, the setting sun casting such a beautiful glowing over his swollen mate. Geralt presses gentle kisses over his stomach, stilling as his cock pumps fluid into the boy.
"Did so good for me, Jaskier. You're such a good mommy." Jaskier hiccups, making grabby hands at Geralrt to lift him up. "Just a second, Seahorse." He plucks the plug from where he'd set it on the rock earlier that day, rinsing it over before holding it up forr the boy to see. "I'm going to put this in you so the eggs don't fall out, okay?"
Jask nods, too tired to reply and Geralt's quick to replace his cock with the plug, licking away the slick that's leaked out from the boy's oversensitive hole.
He's careful as he slips Jaskier back into the water, giving the aching boy respite. His stomach bulges comically from where he floats, so fucking huge against his tiny frame, so beautiful that it takes Geralt's breath away.
Jaskier's asleep by the time Geralt guides him through the water, back to his cave. He dries the boy off and tucks him into some furs.
Geralt cuddles around his a mate, Jaskier filled to the brim with with his fry, and the merman couldn't be happier.
Hello !I just wanted to say that your latest piece with fairy-sized Jaskier acting as a cocksleeve was so hot I'm pretty sure I developped a new kink 👀 And I also read it like ten times over the few last days, so just wanted to thanks and you will have at least one reader if you want to do more !
Haha, thank you! I had lots of fun writing that one lol
The app crashed while I was reading a story about kitten Jaskier with a lot of emphasis on size difference and I can't remember who the auther is. I've tried going through the tags of the dead dove witcher blogs but haven't found it. Do you have any idea? Thanks, - 🔪🐺🗡
Ooh, I don’t think I know, I’m so sorry :(
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