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One Shots:
Nightmares | Careful Planning | Smell of Love | Were You Crying? | Walk the Walk, Talk the Talk | A Party to Remember(NSFW) | Alone | Smell of You | Search History | Professor’s Pet | Cat Potion | Of Ghouls and Men
Sherlock AU:
Predictable | Preliminary Meeting
Witchertober Prompts:
Coast | Oxenfurt | Woods | Kaer Morhen | Fire | Found | Chamomile |
Winter Prompts: (List)
Mistletoe (Geraskier) | Warmth (Lambden) | By the Fire(Gerskel) | Winter Solstice(YenTriss) |
Today, August 2nd, is the vote for the constitutional amendment allowing lawmakers to ban abortion, ‘The Value Them Both Amendment’.
See if you are registered to vote here. It will also tell you where to vote, and give example ballots so you know what to expect.
Kansas has a closed primary system, which means if you chose “Unaffiliated” or “Non-partisan” when you registered to vote, you cannot vote on the Republican or Democratic ballots(in other words, you can’t select which candidates you want for the upcoming local elections).
YOU CAN STILL VOTE REGARDING THE AMENDMENT. You will just receive a ballot that has the one question regarding the amendment, with the ‘Yes’ or ‘No’ choices.
Regarding the Amendment:
TLDR; (for the following below)
Vote No to leave the choice of abortion in our hands.
Vote Yes to allow the government to control and regulate our bodies.
Here is some of the text from the ballot:
“ § 22. Regulation of abortion. Because Kansans value both women and children, the constitution of the state of Kansas does not require government funding of abortion and does not create or secure a right to abortion. To the extent permitted by the constitution of the United States, the people, through their elected state representatives and state senators, may pass laws regarding abortion, including, but not limited to, laws that account for circumstances of pregnancy resulting from rape or incest, or circumstances of necessity to save the life of the mother “
I don’t know about others, but I feel they intentionally worded it in a way to make it confusing. I had to read the ballot several times before I understood what it is saying.
It suggests that if you vote ‘Yes’ then the government will be able to “clean up” the abortion clinics, making them safer for individuals who are getting abortions. We don’t need the government to be in control for that to happen. We can get funding elsewhere to do that. Do not give the government the ability to pass laws regarding abortion. That is what voting ‘Yes’ to this amendment will do.
We can regulate abortion clinics and make it safer for people getting abortions without funding from the government. If you vote ‘Yes’ it’s opening the gate for the government to be involved in other healthcare related issues, like birth control.
I understand that if you believe abortion is morally wrong you may want to vote ‘Yes’, but please think about the consequences of this action. Allowing the government to regulate pregnancy/abortion is not a good idea. A person who is pregnant has to go through so much changes in their body to help accommodate the possibility of this new life. Regardless of how they got pregnant, they deserve the right to decide whether they go through with the pregnancy or not. It should not be up to the government to decide that.
I myself do not agree with abortion, but I will be voting ‘No’, because I do not believe that important decision should be left in the government’s hands. And we shouldn’t judge others who decide to make that hard choice for themselves. THEY DESERVE THE CHOICE. VOTE NO.
"I'll never be able to play music again!" Jaskier bemoaned.
Geralt rolled his eyes at his bard's dramatic antics, "The healer said you would only need to wear the brace for a few days, and then you would be good as new."
Jaskier pouted as he turned his attentions on his witcher, "A few days might as well be a death sentence. Some trollop of a bard could come along in a few days and draw away my fans, leaving me forgotten!"
Geralt snorted, "You're hardly forgettable."
Jaskier glared at Geralt, "If that was supposed to make me feel better, it didn't."
Geralt shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe you could take up the flute?"
"The flute?!" Jaskier gaped, "The flute?! You might as well finish me off now Geralt." Jaskier leaned against a nearby tree and place his hand dramatically on his forehead. "Go ahead, Geralt. Take you sword and cut me down. I'm all but worthless now."
Geralt tried to hide the smirk on his lips, "Jaskier... you are anything but worthless."
Jaskier peaked out from underneath his hand, "No?"
Geralt shook his head as he began to turn away, "You can still look after Roach while I go on contracts."
Jaskier gasped indignantly, "Look after... now you truly insult me!"
Geralt chuckled under his breath as Jaskier stomped after him. "If anything, I insulted Roach. She'd do a better job of looking after herself than you."
Jaskier flailed his fists at Geralt as he huffed angrily, "I'll have you know I did a fantastic job looking after myself before you came along!"
Geralt grabbed Jaskier's wrists to stop his swinging. His grip was gentle but firm as he brought Jaskier's knuckles up to his lips. "Careful, the healer said not to move them too much," Geralt murmured as he pressed his lips to each finger.
Jaskier's face turned bright red. He opened and closed his mouth, unsure of how to respond.
Geralt smirked and let go of Jaskier's hands, "The way back to the inn is not much farther. I can finish taking care of you there."
Jaskier frowned, the blush still coloring his cheeks, "I said I could take care of myself."
Geralt glanced over his shoulder, his eyes raking salaciously over Jaskier's body, "Your wrist needs to rest. So you probably shouldn't. Besides, wouldn't it be more fun with my help?"
Jaskier stood stunned in the middle of the road as Geralt continued down the path, "...Geralt... are you... propositioning me? ...Geralt!"
Jaskier ran after Geralt, his sprained wrist all but forgotten.
Lambert growled in frustration as he tried to maintain the speed limit on the way to his place. Jaskier had a hard time keeping his hands to himself as he palmed at the front of Lambert’s jeans. “Fuck Jaskier… I’m not going to last if you keep--” Lambert grunted as he jerked the wheel, almost missing the turn onto his street.
Jaskier giggled as he moved his hand to his thigh, “Sorry, I’ve been thinking about this for a while. I couldn’t help myself.”
Lambert knew it was a straight shot from here to his house. He fought the urge to speed down the neighborhood road. Safety first.
It was a few agonizing minutes later when they pulled into his driveway. Lambert barely had a chance to unbuckle his seatbelt before Jaskier was on him. Jaskier crawled onto Lambert’s lap as his tongue dived into his mouth. Lambert couldn’t believe how perfect Jaskier felt against him.
He wrapped his hands around Jaskier’s pert ass and squeezed, drawing a moan from the younger man. He carried Jaskier with him as he exited his car, wrapping his arms around his waist. Jaskier kissed along his neck as he made his way up the driveway, and to his front door. He propped Jaskier against it as he ground his hips against him.
“Fuck… just take me right here,” Jaskier groaned.
A shiver ran down Jaskier’s spine at the sound of Lambert’s deep chuckle, “Almost there.” Lambert made quick work of the door and Lambert was bounding up the stairs two at a time as Jaskier clung to him. Jaskier squeaked as Lambert tossed him onto his bed. He had very little time to take in his surroundings before his attention was directed to Lambert removing his shirt and crawling onto the bed after him.
Jaskier swore as he licked his lips, and worked on prying off his own clothes, starting with his annoyingly tight trousers. Lambert watched as he removed his own jeans at a teasingly slow pace. Jaskier kicked his pants off, flinging them to the floor, his erection tenting his boxer briefs. He huffed at Lambert to pick up the pace, “I don’t… I don’t want to go first.”
Jaskier could feel his face warming as Lambert gazed at him. He chewed his bottom lip nervously. A brief moment of seriousness passed over Lambert as he kissed Jaskier’s anxiety away. He ran his hand along Jaskier’s thigh soothingly and nodded, “I’ll get completely naked first, but just know, I’m going to like whatever I see.”
Jaskier nodded, and felt a bit better as he watched Lambert finish undressing. His eyes ran down his chiseled abs, following the defined ‘V’ that directed perfectly to the unveiling of his groin. Lambert got off the bed for a moment to pull the rest of his clothes off. Jaskier took a sharp intake of breath as he watched Lambert’s erect cock spring free.
“It’s perfect,” Jaskier sighed happily. His face immediately reddened as he realized what he said. He groaned as he covered his face and flopped back onto the mattress, “Oh Melitele, just kill me now.”
Lambert chuckled as he climbed back onto the bed, “Ask her later, I’d much rather have sex with you if you don’t mind.”
Jaskier squeaked as Lambert was suddenly on top of him and kissing him again. He mumbled against his lips, “Alright… I guess I can delay my death by embarrassment a bit.”
“Good,” Lambert smirked. He hooked a finger over the top of Jaskier’s boxer briefs, “Ready for these to come off or do you want to get rid of your shirt first?”
Jaskier swore when he realized he had forgotten to remove his shirt. He quickly undid the buttons, almost ready to rip his shirt off with how long it was taking. “I’m usually better at this, I promise. You just… I get so flustered around you.”
Lambert hummed as he watched Jaskier throw his shirt across the room, “I know what you mean.” He snaked a hand behind Jaskier’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. “You make me feel the same way.”
Jaskier wrapped his arms around Lambert’s neck as they laid back onto the bed. The urgency from earlier had died down, but the heat was still there as Lambert thoroughly fucked his tongue into Jaskier’s mouth.
Jaskier gasped for breath when they finally broke the kiss. He whined with need as he rocked his hips up against Lambert’s, “I find that hard to believe…”
Lambert swore, digging his fingers into Jaskier’s hip as he returned the friction, “Fuck… believe it. You can ask Aiden. I was a mess when I saw you at the bar.”
A pink blush tinted Jaskier’s cheeks as his too perfect blue eyes gazed up at Lambert. He bit his lip nervously, “Really?”
Lambert smiled as he brushed some strands of hair out of Jaskier’s face and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Really,” he breathed, “I wanted to drag you into the bathroom and fuck you over the sink.” He kissed Jaskier again, biting and pulling at his lower lip as he did so.
“Fuck… Lambert,” Jaskier keened. He tangled his fingers through Lambert’s curls and wondered why it had taken him so long to do it. “I need you to fuck me.”
Lambert grinned and reached into the nearby nightstand, “I can do that.” He pulled out a couple condoms and some lube. He snapped the waistband of Jaskier’s underwear eliciting a squeak from the younger man. “You’re going to have to remove these before I can,” he grinned.
Jaskier accidentally pulled Lambert’s hair in his nervousness, earning him a groan. “Sorry...” Jaskier mumbled, “can you do it?”
Lambert nodded as he gently ran his hand along Jaskier’s torso, “I can… but we can stop, if you don’t want to continue. It’s not too late. Never in fact. We could be mid-thrust and if you say stop, we stop. Are you sure you want to continue?”
“Fucking hell,” Jaskier never felt more turned on in his entire life, “I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone more than you right now. Yes, please remove my underwear and fuck me thoroughly into this mattress.”
Lambert squeezed Jaskier’s hip as he swore under his breath, “Alright, but remember--”
Jaskier smiled as he kissed him, “Yes, I know. I promise I’ll tell you if I want to stop.”
Lambert kissed him back as he slipped off his boxer briefs. They continued to kiss as Lambert reached his hand between them and gave Jaskier’s member a few strokes. Jaskier jerked his hips up into the touch as he gasped against his lips. Lambert hummed as he moved to kiss against Jaskier’s neck, “Fuck Jask… you fit so fucking perfect in my hand.”
Jaskier tossed his head back with a groan, “If that’s ah! If that’s a polite way of saying my-- fuck! dick is small…”
Lambert shook his head as he spread Jaskier’s legs and moved his hand down to palm at his ball sack, “I mean it Jaskier, everything about you… you feel so perfect against me.” He positioned his cock between Jaskier’s cheeks and slid his shaft along the cleft. “It’s like you were made for me.”
“Melitel’s fucking tits… please get your fat cock in me now,” Jaskier panted. He gripped his ass cheeks and spread them as he widened his legs farther for Lambert. Lambert almost blew his load right there, seeing Jaskier present himself like that. He quickly opened the bottle of lubricant and poured it generously over his fingers.
Jaskier tilted his hips into the touch as Lambert pressed the first finger against his entrance. He gasped as he felt his finger penetrate him. Lambert slowly pistoned in and out. Jaskier shifted impatiently as the friction soon wasn’t enough. “Another, please,” Jaskier whined.
Lambert laughed and Jaskier didn’t think he could find someone’s laugh to be so attractive, yet here he was feeling waves of heated pleasure wash over him. “I should have known you were an impatient one,” Lambert smirked as he inserted another finger alongside the first.
Jaskier pouted, but it was quickly wiped away as Lambert brushed against his prostate. Jaskier’s body jolted away from the mattress, “Lambert…! Oh fuck, you fucking tease!”
“I’m the tease?” Lambert growled low, “Who came to my class practically begging to be taken in front of all my students?” He crooked his finger more firmly against the sweet spot in Jaskier.
Jaskier’s cock spurted precum as he bucked against him,”Fuck-- You thought that was begging? I’ll show you begging. Please Professor Lambert, fill me to the brim with your thick dick. Pump me full of your hot creamy cum so I’ll feel it dripping down my thighs for days afterward.”
Lambert growled as he spread his fingers, stretching Jaskier open. “Fuck Jask, if that’s what you want I’ll gladly give it to you.”
“Promises, promises,” Jaskier moaned as he moved his hips to thrust Lambert’s fingers deeper.
Lambert gripped Jaskier’s hip with his other hand to still him. He nipped at Jaskier’s neck, “Prep first.”
“Boo,” Jaskier pouted but was then cut off by a moan as Lambert started in with three fingers, opening him wider. He spread more lubricant inside Jaskier. Jaskier groaned as Lambert continued to stretch him open, massaging his insides.
“Almost done,” Lambert murmured against Jaskier’s skin as he placed kisses along his neck.
Jaskier’s eyes fluttered closed as Lambert’s fingers grazed tauntingly against his prostate. “Bastard,” he swore.
Lambert’s laugh rumbled in his chest, the vibration sending a shiver over Jaskier, “You ready for my thick dick?”
Jaskier lifted his head and watched as Lambert opened a condom with his teeth, sliding it carefully over his hardened member. “Please Professor Lambert, teach me about the birds and the bees,” Jaskier smirked as he tilted his hips toward him.
Lambert had to squeeze the base of his cock to keep from blowing his load. “You’re going to be the fucking death of me…” Lambert growled. Jaskier wiggled in excitement as Lambert pressed his cock head against his entrance. Jaskier gasped as Lambert pushed past the tight ring of muscle.
He moaned as Lambert continued to slide further in. Lambert rubbed a hand soothingly along Jaskier’s thigh as he paused to give him time to adjust, “Good?”
Jaskier nodded his head, breathing out a reply, “Yes, more, please…”
Lambert chuckled, “Sure thing, I got some left to give.”
Jaskier gripped the sheets, his hips rolling up to meet Lambert’s as he sank deeper. When he was fully sheathed in Jaskier, the latter moaned, “Fuck… so fucking full…”
Lambert swore as he felt Jaskier clench around him, “Still okay?”
Lambert complied, rolling his hips slow and steady, drawing moans out of Jaskier with each thrust. “You feel so fucking good around my cock…” Lambert groaned.
Jaskier’s head tilted back onto the mattress as pleasure shivered along his spine, exposing his neck. Lambert couldn’t help but lean down and suck bruises into the pale column of skin.
Jaskier’s fingers tangled in Lambert’s curls. He praised and cursed Lambert’s name as he was taken closer to the edge. Lambert grunted as Jaskier pulling his hair sent pleasure-pain zipping down his back. “So good for me,” Lambert praised as he angled his hips, seeking a better position to pound into Jaskier’s prostate.
He knew he found it when Jaskier tightened his grip in his hair, his head falling back as he cried out with each thrust against the tender bundle of nerves. “Ah, ah, ah! Yes! There! Fuck!”
Lambert growled, spurred on by Jaskier’s sweet moans, and slammed his hips harder into Jaskier. The lurid sound of skin slapping skin mixing with Jaskier’s wanton cries of pleasure sent Lambert closer to the edge. He gripped Jaskier’s cock, and stroked quickly in time with his thrusts.
“Lambert! I’m-fuck--!” Jaskier’s voice broke as his cock jerked in Lambert’s grip, his hot semen spilling over his hand and Jaskier’s chest. Jaskier clenched around Lambert, his thrusts stuttering as he drew close to his own release. A few more thrusts and he was spilling into the condom.
Lambert panted, resting for a moment before he carefully pulled out of Jaskier, removing and disposing of the condom. He grabbed a towel and gently wiped the mess from Jaskier. Jaskier mumbled a thanks as he attempted to sit up and grab his clothes.
He squeaked in surprise as a shirt was tossed in his face. His brows furrowed as he examined the piece of clothing, “This isn’t mine.”
Lambert scoffed, “Yeah, no shit. I doubt it would be comfortable sleeping in your tight fitting clothes. You can borrow that.”
Jaskier blushed as he held the shirt tightly to his chest, “You want… I can… you’re not asking me to leave?”
Lambert pulled a threadbare t-shirt over his own head, one he most likely only wore to bed since Jaskier hadn’t ever seen him in anything remotely shabby before. Lambert huffed as he crawled under the covers, “Of course not. You are more than welcome to spend the night… unless you don’t want to? I can call you an uber or something.”
Jaskier quickly shook his head and pulled on the shirt. He dove under the blankets, as if afraid Lambert would change his mind, and cuddled close, pressing against his chest, “No, this is fantastic.”
Lambert chuckled and wrapped an arm around Jaskier, pulling him closer. He nuzzled his nose into the hair on the top of Jaskier’s head before planting a kiss there, “Night, Troublemaker.”
Jaskier hummed in satisfaction, “Good night, Professor~.”
Jaskier ‘ooed’ and ‘ahed’ as he spun around in the middle of Geralt’s room, “It’s so… neat.” He smirked as he turned to look at Geralt, “Course, when you have barely any decorations I’m sure it’s not hard to keep tidy.”
Geralt shrugged his shoulders as he booted up his PC, “Most of my interests are on the computer, and that doesn’t take up much space.”
Jaskier flopped in the chair next to Geralt. He grabbed the headset sitting on his desk and placed them on his head, pulling the microphone down to his lips, “Houston, we have a problem.”
Geralt laughed, “Go ahead and keep those on. I have a spare pair. I’ll hook it up so you can listen in on the game talk.”
Jaskier spun around in his chair, the headphone cable getting wrapped around him, “Awesome--oops, Geralt… a little help here.”
Geralt snorted when he looked over and saw Jaskier tangled up. “It’s probably a good thing you aren’t playing, huh?” He carefully unwrapped him, slowly spinning him in the opposite direction.
Jaskier grabbed his hand when Geralt started to pull away. He grinned, “My hero.”
Geralt blushed, turning away to resume setting up the game, “It was nothing…”
“So who are these friends you are playing with? Do you have a whole squad?” Jaskier rested his chin on his hand.
Geralt nodded, “It’s just Lambert, Eskel, Coen and me, but we sorta have a squad… The um… Wolf Pack…” His face grew warm with embarrassment. Now that he was saying it outloud it sounded kinda silly.
“That’s so cool!” Jaskier beamed, “The Wolf Pack, that’s a good name. Who came up with it?”
Geralt shrugged, “A group effort. It was a random joke, but it stuck.”
Jaskier wiggled in his seat, “Is it done loading yet? Are your friends on yet?”
Geralt laughed, “The game is still loading, but I can set up the Discord channel so we can talk while we wait.”
Jaskier leaned on Geralt as he watched the computer screen, “Discord? What’s that?”
“It’s the program we use to talk to each other. We send messages or essentially call each other through the channel and talk,” Geralt explained. He tried to keep his voice steady as his heart pounded rapidly in his chest. Jaskier continued to press against him. He was having a hard time focusing until a familiar voice rang through his headphones.
“About fucking time. You’re late!” the voice said gruffly.
Jaskier gasped as he held his headphones and pressed them closer to his ears, “I hear someone!”
“That’s Lambert,” Geralt grinned, “I told you I had after school activities.”
“He remembered, he just likes being an ass,” a different, calmer voice spoke. “Who's your friend?”
“Ah, hello, I’m Jaskier!” Jaskier beamed as he pulled the mic close to his mouth.
Geralt smirked, “You don’t need it that close.” He adjusted Jaskier’s mic for him. “As he said… my friend Jaskier. He came over to hangout. He’s going to watch us play.”
“It’s nice to meet you Jaskier, I’m Eskel.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Lambert snorted, “are we going to play?”
“Is Coen even on yet?” Geralt sighed.
“The star player has arrived!” a third voice announced.
Jaskier smiled, “That must be Coen right?”
“It is,” Coen said cheerfully, “And you are?”
“It’s just Geralt’s boyfriend. Can we get on with the game?” Lambert sniped.
Geralt sputtered, “He’s not-- He’s not my boyfriend…”
“Through no fault of mine,” Jaskier mumbled.
Geralt blushed, jerking his head toward Jaskier, “What?”
“I’m starting the round lover boy, join or get left out,” Lambert snarked.
Geralt sighed and clicked to ready up. Jaskier hummed in admiration as he leaned in to study the screen, “Is that your character?”
Geralt’s face felt warm, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of Jaskier’s close proximity or embarrassment at showing Jaskier his avatar. “Um, yeah…”
Jaskier beamed, “He’s so cool looking!”
Geralt shrugged his shoulders, “It’s a skin I got. Nothing special.”
“We’re dropping!” Lambert snarled, “Parachute or get left behind.”
Geralt swore under his breath, and did his best to recover and focus on the match. Jaskier smirked as he watched Geralt’s avatar fall from the plane. “I thought you were playing a shooter?”
Geralt nodded, “We parachute to a location we choose, gather weapons and supplies, then try to last the longest against other squads.”
“You don’t even start with weapons?” Jaskier gasped in amazement.
“Survival of the fittest,” Lambert added cockily.
“Gear is random too, so you might not even start off with the best equipment,” Coen chimed in.
Jaskier stared in amazement as Geralt searched the house for equipment. He was quick in his gathering. Jaskier had a hard time determining what gear he kept and what didn’t make the cut. “How long have you guys been playing?”
“We’ve played this game for a few months, but there are other squad games we’ve played before this,” Eskel informed.
“Wow,” Jaskier watched as the squad grabbed a nearby truck. “How long have you been friends?”
“A couple of years now,” Geralt hummed, “I think since 5th or 6th grade.”
Jaskier opened his mouth to ask another question but was cut off by Lambert.
“Contact!” Lambert shouted, “Near West, 250.”
Jaskier’s eyes widened as he watched Geralt use a scoped rifle to take out one of the enemies. Eskel’s avatar took out the one next to Geralt’s target, while Lambert attempted to dodge the incoming bullets as they drove around the enemy squad.
“Throwing a grenade!” Coen yelled.
Lambert swore as smoke filled the area, “That’s a smoke grenade you ass hat!”
“What? Now we got some cover,” Coen laughed.
“How are we supposed to shoot them if we can’t see them!” Lambert raged.
Jaskier tried to suppress a laugh as he watched the chaos that ensued.
“Shit, I’m down,” Eskel’s character fell out of the truck. Geralt exited the vehicle to offer support.
“Crawl toward the tall grass, I’ll cover you,” Geralt crouched down in front of Eskel’s injured body, giving him cover fire as they made their way to safety.
“If Eskel dies because of your dumb ass smoke grenade, I’ll kill you myself,” Lambert growled.
Coen only cackled as the two of them continued to circle the smoke covered enemies, “It’s fine! I got it covered.” He threw another grenade. A regular one. Lambert swore as it blew up a little ways from the truck.
“I swear to Melitele, if you damage the truck!” Lambert swerved the truck away from the smoke and toward Geralt and Eskel.
Geralt had patched Eskel up and shared some first aid kits with him. They were scoping the area out to ensure Coen’s grenade had taken out the final enemies.
“We’re sitting ducks out here in this field. Let’s move on, the circle is closing,” Eskel said as Geralt and he climbed back into the truck.
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Lambert steered them toward the center of the slowly shrinking play area.
“There are some buildings to the east. I’ve marked them on the map,” Geralt informed Lambert.
Lambert only responded by changing direction toward the indicator. Now that they had an encounter, Jaskier was hesitant to ask questions, but he was curious about the large circle he had seen on Geralt’s map.
He leaned in close and whispered, “What is that giant circle on your map?”
Geralt blushed, and turned to face Jaskier. Lambert was doing the driving so he could take his eyes off the screen to gaze into those sparkling blue eyes for a moment. “Um, well, the play field shrinks as the game continues. It forces the players into combat. If you aren’t in the circle then you take damage. So it’s kind of a race, but we also want to make sure we have good gear to face any enemies we come across. That’s why we’re stopping at these buildings. There is a chance for us to find items and better equipment there.”
Jaskier nodded in understanding. Eskel sighed as they pulled up to the building, “Doors are open. Someone has been here already.”
Coen jumped out of the truck, “Could still be some gear. Doesn’t hurt to check.”
“Be quick,” Lambert snapped, “we have 30 seconds till the storm gets us.”
Coen ran back to the truck and climbed in, “I got a shield.”
“Hope it was worth it,” Lambert slammed on the gas, the truck surging ahead as soon as Coen was in the vehicle.
“It’ll at least protect me from your wrath,” Coen joked.
Jaskier gasped, “Oh, I think I saw someone in the tree line.”
Geralt hummed as he inspected the area with his scope, “Contact… North.”
Jaskier cheered as Geralt took out the enemy.
“Insta kill?” Eskel asked.
“No,” Geralt informed him. He noticed the question on Jaskier’s lips and answered before he could ask, “If they don’t die instantly then it means they have others in their squad left to revive them.”
Jaskier nodded, “I see.”
Lambert swore as they were shot at. The truck surged ahead as Lambert was injured and tossed out of the vehicle. “Shit! I got sniped!”
Eskel quickly grabbed the wheel and steered it back toward Lambert.
“Fuck!” Lambert yelled, “It’s that fucking bastard!”
Geralt swore as he saw a skull pop up where Lambert was, “He’s dead.” Eskel veered back on course toward the center of the circle.
“I can’t fucking believe it,” Lambert growled, “That same bastard keeps finding me and killing me. What the fuck is his problem?”
Jaskier smirked, “Does Lambert have a secret admirer?”
“Secret admirer?! Hell no. I don’t know what I did to this fucker, but every game we’re in together he targets me. Doesn’t even bother with the other members of the Wolf Pack.”
“You know,” Eskel mused, “now that Jaskier says something… it does kinda sound like he might be a secret admirer.”
Lambert grit his teeth, “A troll more like.”
“Don’t feed the troll~,” Coen sing-songed.
“How does he keep finding me?!” Lambert huffed. “KittenA$$assin, I will find you and murder you!”
Jaskier snorted, “KittenA$$assin? That’s the name of the guy who keeps murdering you?”
“Talk about adding insult to injury,” Coen chuckled.
“I can’t believe you’re still alive,” Lambert growled.
Coen laughed, “It’s easy when you don’t have a secret admirer out to kill you.”
“He’s not--”
“Contact,” Eskel announced.
Geralt snapped to the direction Eskel indicated and sent a barrage of bullets.
“Grenade!” Coen shouted as he tossed it in the enemy's direction.
“If that’s a smoke grenade…” Lambert warned.
“What are you going to do about it?” Coen smirked, “You’re dead.”
Lambert started to complain but was cut off by the explosion.
“Insta kill,” Geralt reported.
“That means all the squad members are dead?” Jaskier murmed his question as he watched entranced.
“Yeah, but there could be other squads nearby,” Eskel answered. “I hear gunfire south of us.”
“The truck is loud. Now that we’re closer to the center maybe we should head in on foot,” Coen suggested.
“You can use the line of trees for cover,” Lambert added.
Eskel hummed, “I think we can use the trees for cover.”
“Good idea Eskel,” Geralt grinned.
Lambert growled, “You fucking bastards. Don’t act like I’m not here.”
“It was so sad losing Lambert,” Coen feigned remorse, “you know, sometimes I think I can still hear his voice.”
“I don’t know why I play with you asshats,” Lambert huffed.
“Because you love us,” Eskel cooed. Lambert only growled in response.
“Time to crouch!” Coen sing-songed. The remaining squad members slid to the ground and crawled over the hill, hugging the trees nearby.
“Spot anyone?” Eskel inquired.
Geralt grunted as he surveyed the area with his scope, “Not yet, I think they’re all waiting.”
“Storm will be closing in soon. Won’t be able to stay in this position for much longer,” Coen pointed out.
Eskel sighed, “Yeah.. it’s a shame too because this is a good spot.”
The squad made it’s way down the hill toward the desolate town at the bottom. There were some areas for cover, but not a whole lot with the remaining teams left.
“This is going to be a bloodbath,” Lambert groaned. “There’s still 5 other squads.”
“Including KittenA$$assin,” Coen added helpfully. Lambert responded with a colorful string of curses.
The rest of the match was as Lambert predicted. A lot of commands and warnings were shouted out, but with such small quarters, and so many enemies it was difficult for the Wolf Pack to remain the last squad standing.
Geralt sighed as he leaned back in his chair, “Second place isn’t bad.”
Jaskier beamed and patted Geralt on the shoulder, “You guys were amazing out there!”
Geralt blushed and shrugged his shoulders, “We got good gear at the start… we were luckier than some.”
Jaskier rolled his eyes, grinning, “Oh come on, you also had such good teamwork. You’ve got skill Geralt Roger Eric Rivia.”
“Roger Eric?” Eskel snorted, “Is that your middle name?”
Geralt huffed, “No… it’s not.”
The conversation was interrupted by a shriek from Lambert.
Geralt winced, “What is wrong?”
“That bastard KittenA$$assin messaged me saying ‘Good game.’ Can you believe that?!” Lambert raged.
“That’s very polite of him,” Coen teased.
“The fuck it is,” Lambert growled.
“You should message them back,” Jaskier suggested, “maybe you can determine why they keep targeting you.”
Lambert hummed in contemplation, “I kinda did, but I told them to fuck off. Doubt they’d want to talk to me now.”
Jaskier grinned and glanced at Geralt, “Maybe, but I bet they’ll still reply.”
“Oh? A bet?” Lambert smirked, “And what do I get if you lose?”
Jaskier ran his tongue over his bottom lip, then stared directly at Geralt, “I’ll kiss Geralt.”
Geralt’s heart would have flown out of his chest if it could, “I… uh, w-what?”
Lambert scoffed, “That’s hardly an incentive for me.”
Jaskier shrugged his shoulders, “Fine, I’ll kiss him if I win. That’s more likely to happen anyway.”
“Yeah right,” Lambert groused, “I’m messaging him back right now. Get ready to eat your--.”
The line was suddenly quiet. There was a moment's pause before anyone spoke up.
“Sooo…” Eskel drawled, “Don’t leave us in suspense Lamb.”
“Shut up! Let’s play another match already!”
Jaskier cheered, “I’ll take that as me winning the bet.” He turned to Geralt, “Geralt, may I take my prize?”
Geralt sputtered, his face turning beet red, “I um… that is… I would…”
Jaskier tilted his head, a small smile on his lips, “It’s alright if you say no.”
Geralt shook his head, “Y-yes… you may…”
A loud whistle sounded through the headsets. “Way to go Geralt!” Coen cheered.
Jaskier smiled, a small blush forming on his face. Geralt had never seen Jaskier look embarrassed, or shy, or whatever emotion it was Jaskier seemed to be feeling at the moment. It was extremely adorable.
Jaskier gently cupped Geralt’s cheek. He leaned forward, hesitating a moment before he pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. When he pulled back, he averted his gaze, fidgeting his hands. “All done.”
Geralt felt his chest warm, and his skin tingled where Jaskier had touched him. He wasn’t sure how to respond. Should he kiss him back? Hug him? Shake his hand? Geralt frowned at all of the options. None of them felt right, but Jaskier looked… anxious. Geralt didn’t want him to feel that way regarding their kiss.
Geralt reached out and took Jaskier’s hand. He pressed the back of it to his lips, “Thank you. It was… very nice.” He smiled at Jaskier as his stomach flip flopped.
Jaskier’s blush brightened as he nodded his head, “I’m… I’m glad.”
“Enough with the mushy talk,” Lambert groaned. “I wanna win at least one match today.”
“Aww, excited to see KittenA$$assin so soon now that you’ve swapped phone numbers?” Coen teased.
“We didn’t-- I am not!” Lambert sputtered.
The two continued to argue as Eskel set up the next match. Jaskier smiled softly as he continued to hold Geralt’s hand, and Geralt wondered if he would be able to play the next match without it.
Hello, I just wanted to ask, is "Of Ghouls and Men" going to be available on AO3 or only for patreons?
Hello! Yes! I thought I had put it on AO3 already. My mistake. 😅 I actually got rid of my patreon. No traffic. I will update AO3 with the fic post haste and update the link on my Masterfic list when it is up. Thank you for asking. 😁
Hello, I just wanted to ask, is "Of Ghouls and Men" going to be available on AO3 or only for patreons?
Hello! Yes! I thought I had put it on AO3 already. My mistake. 😅 I actually got rid of my patreon. No traffic. I will update AO3 with the fic post haste and update the link on my Masterfic list when it is up. Thank you for asking. 😁
On Christmas morning I open the gift you handed me at the last minute as I was leaving and you got me the perfect thing and I just realized you love me back
One character is caught in the rain someplace and they are contemplating what to do when their partner comes running out of nowhere with an umbrella and they go home together.
The couple is on an outdoor date when it starts raining, thus potentially ruining their plans.
One character is having a bad day so their partner drags them outside to jump in puddles and run around in the rain.
The couple is out shopping together when it suddenly downpours, thoroughly soaking them both.
Fandom: Enola Holmes Sherlock x Jaskier as John Watson
Relationships: Johnlock
Rating: E
Length: ~2.6K
Content Warnings: Cockwarming, Sub/Dom tones, Anal Sex
Summary: Sherlock decides having John as a partner is a lot more important than having him as a doctor.
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The light from the sun peeked through the opening in the curtains. It cascaded onto the pages that John was currently reading while he was curled up on the end of the couch. It was quiet in their apartment at 221B Baker Street. The perfect opportunity for him to catch up on some reading.
At least it had been, until the door to their apartment slammed open to allow a very grumpy detective into the room. He huffed as he flopped onto the other end of the couch. His chin resting on his propped fist.
John didn’t glance up from his book, “Rough morning?”
The detective grunted in response. He hung his head backward, draping it over the back of the couch, his curls falling away from his face.
It appeared Sherlock was in a bratty mood, and John didn’t pay attention to bratty children. If he wanted attention he knew how to ask properly. John turned a page as he continued to read his book.
He couldn’t see Sherlock, but he could feel the pout radiating from the detective. Sherlock lays across the couch, resting his head on John’s lap. John smirks as he moves his book, making room for him. Sherlock glances up at him, before ignoring him as he turns onto his side.
John finishes reading another page before Sherlock huffs again. Sherlock reaches his arm back and grabs John’s wrist. He places John’s hand on his head then releases his grip. John chuckles as he leaves his hand resting on Sherlock’s head, “Is this all you wanted then?”
Sherlock pouts, his big brown eyes gazing up at John. “It’s… not all I wanted…”
John smirks, an overwhelming warmth filling in his chest as he finds it hard to deny Sherlock anything when he looks at him that way, “What else do you need?”
Sherlock turns away in embarrassment. John is barely able to hear his request as he mumbles his reply.
“Could you.. run your fingers through my hair?” Sherlock murmurs against his leg.
John muffles a laugh as he cards his fingers through Sherlock’s dark curls. Sherlock hums in satisfaction as he nuzzles into his lap.
“If anyone knew how needy the famous Sherlock Holmes was they would die of shock,” John grins as he returns to his book, his other hand preoccupied with running his fingers through Sherlock’s hair.
“It’s a good thing we have doctor patient confidentiality,” Sherlock yawns as his eyes close in relaxation.
“We do, do we?” John raises an eyebrow.
Sherlock settles into a comfortable position, “Of course. Most doctors are incompetant fools. Now that I’ve finally found a doctor worth more than his degree I don’t plan on seeing anyone else.”
John hummed in thought, “That will make… certain other aspects of our relationship quite difficult.”
Sherlock rolled onto his back to gaze up at him, “How do you mean?”
“Well~,” John leaned down and planted a kiss on Sherlock’s nose, “I don’t kiss patients.”
John could see the wheels turning in Sherlock’s head as he contemplated what John said. After a moment Sherlock shook his head, “That’s fine. I don’t need kisses.”
“Really?” John scoffed and set down his book. “You wouldn’t miss kissing me?” His fingers sifted through his hair as he moved his hand behind Sherlock’s head. He leaned down, licking along his bottom lip. His lips pressed against his. He gripped the base of his hair as he deepened the kiss. Sherlock moaned against his mouth as his tongue slipped inside.
John pulled away, leaving Sherlock panting and breathless, “I guess if you don’t need kisses… then that’s fine with me as well.”
Sherlock gaped as he realized the ramifications of his statement. “I-I…” he stammered.
“If you’re a patient, that also means that any type of sexual contact would be inappropriate, but…” John glanced down at Sherlock then shrugged, “I guess you don’t need that either.” He traced his fingers lightly down his arm, then along his waist. Sherlock took a sharp breath as John’s finger moved along his groin. His cock twitched, interested in the contact.
“John… I misspoke.”
John smirked, “Is the great Sherlock Holmes admitting to making a mistake?”
Sherlock huffed and took John’s hand in his. He kissed his wrist, “You, more than anyone, know how many mistakes I make.”
John laughed, leaning down and placing a kiss on his lips. “Yes, I do, and I keep all of them secret, because you ask me to. A lack of a confidentiality agreement is not going to change that.”
Sherlock smiled, kissing him back, “I know, and I love you all the more for it.”
John ran one hand through Sherlock’s curls, the other hand ran down his chest. It continued further to fondle his dick through his trousers. Sherlock gasped against his mouth, his hips jerking up into his hand, “John...”
John bit his lower lip and tugged gently before releasing it and pulling away. Sherlock whined at the loss of contact. He watched as John leaned back against the couch. He hungrily eyed the detective lying on his lap, “Stand up and undress.”
Sherlock’s voice rasped as he spoke, “John I-”
“Stand up. Undress.”
The firm tone and sharp eyes told Sherlock all he needed to know about his lover’s expectations as he analyzed his demeanor. Sherlock did as he was told. Standing in front of John, he took off his clothes, starting with his tie.
Sherlock had removed his overcoat and shirt, both tossed aside. His bare chest exposed, chest hair trailing down past his stomach into the dark recesses of his pants. John’s eyes remained fixated on Sherlocks’ face. A blush crept across Sherlock’s cheeks. He tried to avoid his gaze as he continued to undress, but those piercing blue eyes kept drawing him in.
He gasped as he pulled his pants down past his erect penis. His cock pressed against his undergarments, it’s form visible through the thin white fabric as precum wet the tip.
John rested his head on his hand, then motioned with a tilt of his head. “All of it.”
Sherlock tried to refrain from moaning as he removed his drawers. His penis, pink and erect, as it bounced out of the fabric prison. With the last bit of clothing removed, John allowed his gaze to freely admire the fit specimen before him.
John hummed in satisfaction, “Good boy, you did very well for me.”
Sherlock’s chest warmed at the praise. He stood straight with his hands behind his back so John could clearly see every part. He fidgeted a bit as he waited for further instructions.
Sherlock felt heat pool in his groin as John fondled himself through the front of his trousers while he admired Sherlock’s naked form. His eyes occasionally locked with Sherlock’s as he palmed his dick. Sherlock reached for his own hardened cock. Precum drooling from the tip.
“Not yet.”
Sherlock groaned, fighting against the desire to stroke his cock instead of listening to John’s command. He tenderly released his grip, placing his hands behind him to help avoid the temptation.
“How good you are for me,” John purred. He undid his pants and pulled out his erection. Sherlock moaned at the sight, eyes fixated as John roughly fisted his cock. John panted as he rocked his hips up into his hand.
“Turn around and bend over.”
Sherlock shivered in excitement as he did as he was told. He spread his legs wide, and held open his ass cheeks as he waited for John’s next command. He heard John moving around the apartment. He deduced he was looking for lubricant of some kind.
He felt John’s warm hand press against his lower back and leaned into the touch. John soothingly ran circles along the area before he pulled away. “I love how obedient you are for me. Wait a bit longer and you’ll get your reward.”
Sherlock keened as he felt a slick finger press against his tight hole. John’s first finger slid in easily. After a few thrusts Sherlock was ready for another. Sherlock trembled as he felt John’s fingers shift and spread inside him. John gripped his hips tightly to help steady him, his legs starting to shake.
“You’re so gorgeous, bent over for me like this,” John mumbled as he kissed down Sherlock’s back. Sherlock gasped as John thrust in a third finger. His back arched into the hot kisses on his skin.
“John…” Sherlock pleaded.
“I know,” John kissed his shoulder blade, his teeth gently grazing the bone. “You’re being so patient. So good. Just a bit longer.”
Sherlock moaned as John’s fingers worked him open, “Please John… I’m ready…” His neglected cock hung between his legs. John reached around him and took his shaft in hand. The thumbed the tip of his erection, precum coating it. John gave his cock a few experimental tugs while he continued fingering him.
Sherlock thrust his hips desperately into his hand while jerking them back onto John’s fingers, fucking himself. John tsked his tongue, “Not yet, dear Sherlock.”
Sherlock bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out as John’s finger brushed against his sweet spot. His legs almost gave out under him, but John held him up.
John kissed below his ear, “You did such a good job. You earned your reward.”
Sherlock whined as he felt John’s hands leave his body. He wanted to move, to see where he had gone, but he waited patiently for John’s command. Sherlock could hear rustling behind him. It sounded like John was removing some clothing. A shiver ran through him in anticipation of what he would see.
“Come here.”
Sherlock turned around to see John sitting on the couch. His dress shirt was unbuttoned revealing the dark chest hair. His tie hung undone over his shoulders. His pants were open, his erect penis on display in his lap, standing at attention.
“Sit.”
Sherlock felt a shudder of excitement at the command. He happily obliged and moved over to John. He straddled his hips, carefully lining his loosened hole up with John’s waiting cock. He steadied himself with one hand on John’s shoulder while the other guided John’s throbbing member into him. He grunted as the tip of his dick moved past the tight ring of muscle.
John placed his hands on Sherlock’s hips to help steady his descent. Sherlock gasped as he slid further down, “Mmm fuck… so big…”
John licked his lips as his eyes trailed over Sherlock’s naked form. Sherlock’s lips were slightly parted as he panted. Half lidded brown eyes gazed at him from under the curls that fell into his face. Pink perfect nipples were clearly visible against smooth milky skin tinged with hints of dark hair. His tongue flicked over the tip of the perked nub. His lips circled the nippled before sucking it. He released it with a pop.
“Nn, shit, John…” Sherlock gasped at the unexpected action. His hips jerked slightly at the touch.
“Apologies dear,” John chuckled, “I couldn’t help myself.”
John continued to watch as Sherlock slowly took his girth. A grin graced his lips as he tilted his hips up. Sherlock’s grip on his shoulder tightened. He leaned forward, resting his forehead on his chest. “You tease…” he moaned, slightly muffled.
John hummed as he licked up the column of his neck, “I can’t help it. You’re so easy to tease, and you are taking so long. I’m growing impatient.”
Sherlock knew if he truly needed more time to adjust John would give it to him, but he was getting frustrated with the slow pace as well. He understood that John was hinting that he could take over if he prefered. Sherlock loved when John was in control. When it came to detective work John deferred to Sherlock while giving his strong support. In the bedroom, John took over. His military background made for interesting situations, and when John spoke in his commanding voice it sent shivers of excitement through him. The dynamic worked well for them, and John was probably the only person he felt safe giving the lead to.
“John, I need…” Sherlock lifted his head and pressed his lips against John’s. He mumbled against his mouth, “I need your help.”
John smiled as he kissed him back. He brushed his curls away from his face, his palm resting on his cheek, “Of course my dear. Anything for you.” His hand on his hip gripped him tightly. His hips thrust up into him, carefully rocking in and out, inching deeper each time.
Sherlock leaned against the hand caressing his cheek. He rolled his hips down to meet John’s. His hips stilled when he was fully seated on his cock. He gasped at how full he felt with John inside him. He rested his forehead against John’s as he panted tiredly. He felt like he could sit like this all day if John asked him to.
John ran his hand soothingly down his back. “Mm, you feel so good wrapped around me. Does it feel good for you too, dear Sherlock?”
Sherlock nodded slightly, “Yes John… love the feeling of you inside me.”
John swore, biting his lower lip. Sherlock could tell John was attempting to stay in control of his actions. He leaned forward and whispered hotly against his ear, “Fuck me John.”
He felt John’s fingers grip his hips tightly as he lifted him up off his erection. He pulled out to the tip before pulling him back down onto him, his hips sharply thrusting up into him. Sherlock cried out as John set a punishing pace, his cock reaching the deeper parts of him. John pulled him into a kiss, their tongues intertwining. Sherlock moaned into the kiss as he ground his hips down his length. Jolts of electric pleasure shot up his spine as John grazed his prostate. “Ah John… there! Fuck…” Sherlock gasped as he held on tightly.
John kissed purple marks into his skin as he sought out the same angle. He knew he succeeded when Sherlock cried out in pleasure. A few carefully placed thrusts and Sherlock was arching backward as his orgasm surged through him. His hot semen spilled between them. John gritted his teeth as he felt Sherlock tighten around him. He tried to keep his thrusts steady as he fucked Sherlock through his orgasm, his own release coming moments later.
Sherlock moaned as he felt ropes of come fill him up. He panted tiredly as John’s hips jerked lazily up into him as he finished out his climax.
John smiled as he ran his fingers through Sherlock’s hair, “That was wonderful love.”
Sherlock hummed in contentment as he kissed John’s neck, “It certainly was…”
John moved to remove himself from Sherlock, but the latter wrapped his arms around him firmly. John raised a brow as he chuckled, “What’s this?”
Sherlock nuzzled his nose into the crook of John’s neck. He huffed a sigh as he moved closer to John, his spent penis still inside him. He grabbed John’s hand and placed it on his head, indicating for him to continue where he left off, stroking his hair.
“I see,” John smirked, “you want to stay like this a bit longer. What am I to do with you?” He hummed as he ran his fingers through Sherlock’s hair. He picked his book back up and resumed reading. Sherlock smiled in contentment as he remained wrapped around John, his fingers gently sifting through his curls.
“So needy,” John mused, “if anyone knew they would die of shock.”
“Let them,” Sherlock said this time. “I don’t care what anyone thinks. As long as I have you.”
John smiled as he kissed his forehead, “And have me you do, for as long as you want.”
Sherlock hummed in satisfaction. He didn’t see himself ever wanting otherwise.
Tag Warnings: Frottage/Humping, Outside Sexual Acts, Swearing
Written for the @geraskiersmutprompts month of November:Warmth. It’s late but I still wanted to write this idea. ^^;
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The road to the nearest town with the next contract was long, barren, and boring. It was starting to get colder closer to the evenings. Normally this late Geralt would have stopped by now and made camp, but he insisted that they were almost there. Jaskier would have protested, but Geralt quelled his grumblings by allowing him to ride in front of him on Roach with his cloak draped around the two of them to keep them warm.
Jaskier sighed in contentment as he pressed his back against Geralt’s solid chest and held the warm heavy wool cloak around his shoulders. “How much longer?” he hesitated to ask, but it had been an hour since he had.
Geralt gazed at the stars as if divining their position, but Jaskier knew he used them for navigation. Jaskier wasn’t sure if he had picked up the skill as a Witcher or when he studied astrology at Oxenfurt. The Witcher was stingy as ever about details.
“Not much.”
Jaskier had gotten so lost in his thoughts he almost forgot he had asked a question. “Ah good, I’m getting cold and starving.” He wiggled back against Geralt again and pulled the cloak tighter. “This road is also extremely rocky and uneven. My sores have sores from all the bumps.”
Geralt only grunted in response as he urged Roach on. Not that she needed much urging. She was smart enough to lead herself along the Path if needed. Geralt was probably as much in need to get to the next town as Jaskier was, but was better about hiding it.
Another jolt in the saddle knocked Jaskier slightly out of place. He grumbled as he pressed back against Geralt. His eyes widened when he felt the hot length of Geralt’s erection press against his backside. Jaskier panicked for a moment. Not because he was uncomfortable with it. Geralt’s reaction was perfectly normal considering their close proximity and constant jumbling into one another. But he didn’t want to… embarrass the witcher. He knew how Geralt could be about such things. So, he decided to ignore it.
He did. Initially.
He had initially decided to ignore it. The constant press of it against his backside with each sway was too hard--difficult to overlook. Geralt seemed content to disregard his reaction, so why shouldn’t he?
Boredom. Boredom and curiosity was why he couldn’t let it alone. How would Geralt react if he… pressed back against it? Casually of course.
Jaskier huffed as he subtly rolled his hips back against Geralt, “Melitele’s tits Geralt… it’s so cold. Isn’t it cold?” Okay maybe he wasn’t being as subtle as he could have been, but the idea of Geralt being hard because of him, maybe, was turning him on.
Geralt grunted, as usual, in response. Jaskier picked up a tinge of strain in Geralt’s tone. Jaskier licked his bottom lip as his heart started to pick up in excitement.
“This darn road,” Jaskier tried to convey a nonchalant tone. “It keeps shifting me in the saddle away from the cloak…” He scooted back against Geralt, ensuring he rubbed his ass back and forth against Geralt’s semi as he did so.
Geralt growled and wrapped an arm around Jaskier’s waist, pinning him in place, “Better?”
Jaskier leaned his head back against Geralt’s shoulder and replied hotly in his ear, “Much warmer… but now I’m starting to miss the… friction.”
Geralt groaned, resting his forehead against Jaskier’s shoulder. He let go of the reins, Roach could lead herself after all, and gripped Jaskier’s waist as he ground against his ass.
Jaskier moaned as he moved to meet each roll of Geralt’s hips, “Fuck… Geralt.. I need more…”
Geralt moved one of his hands to palm Jaskier’s own erection. Jaskier gripped the cloak tightly as he desperately humped Geralt’s hand in time with Geralt’s frottage.
“Jaskier…” Geralt grit out as his hips jerked erratically.
The knowledge that Geralt was climaxing from rubbing against him sent shivers down his spine. Combined with the friction of Geralt’s hand against his own erection, and Geralt’s hot panting breath against his neck pushed him over the edge. He found his own small clothes being coated with cum along with Geralt’s.
Jaskier panted tiredly as he leaned back against Geralt, “Fuck…”
Geralt grunted in response then nudged at Jaskier. He looked up from his blissed stupor to see the lights coming from the nearby town. “We’re here.”
Jaskier sighed happily, “Good.” As hot as that whole situation was, he was thankful he wouldn’t have to travel much longer with sticky semen in his pants.
Geralt dismounted Roach in front of the local inn and helped Jaskier down. Jaskier smiled as he took Geralt’s hand. He grasped it tightly, not letting Geralt go just yet. Geralt stared at him questioningly.
“Round two in our room?” Jaskier asked sheepishly, his cheeks pink from the cold and earlier exertion.
Geralt grinned and nodded, “Mmm, looking forward to it.”
Jaskier bounced excitedly as he turned toward the inn to rent them a room while Geralt stabled Roach. He definitely wasn’t cold anymore.
Summary: Geralt gets a surprise when Jaskier picks him up at the airport.
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Geralt sighed as he disembarked the airplane. He dragged his carry-on luggage with wheels tiredly behind him. It was a long trip, and what felt like an even longer flight. He was ready to go home and sleep for an eternity.
He heard some murmuring up ahead of him and glanced up to see a bright, colorful sign. The jewels that were used to bedazzle the letters sparkled in the fluorescent lighting. He glanced down to see an equally colorful man holding up the sign as high as he could.
His dark outfit contrasted his boyfriend's. His gruff exterior matched his clothes and most likely did not match the type of person the onlookers were expecting Jaskier to pick up.
Geralt smiled as he quickened his pace. He could tell those standing near Jaskier were looking around curiously, probably wondering what type of person he was waiting for.
Jaskier's face brightened when he saw Geralt. After a closer look without the glare of the lights he was able to make out the word 'Nerd' on the glittered sign. Geralt chuckled as he strode toward him, stretching his legs as far as he could to reach Jaskier as quickly as possible.
"Geralt!" Jaskier beamed as he set aside the sign.
Geralt grinned, lifting Jaskier into his arms and pulling him into a kiss. He spun him around as he continued to hold him. Jaskier held him tightly and murmured against his lips, "I missed you so much."
"I missed you too. I am never going anywhere without you again."
Jaskier grinned, "Aw, but then I won't be able to use this wonderful sign again."
Tag Warnings: Knotting, Surprise Knotting, Anal Sex, Handjob, Cum Inflation(not really? But just in case), Transformative Potion: Geralt has wolf features
Written for the @geraskiersmutprompts month of October:Potions and/or Spells. It’s late but I still wanted to write this idea. ^^;
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The fire crackled as Jaskier sat next to their campfire. Geralt had gone off into the dark woods for his contract. The ghouls only appeared at night. So after downing a cat potion to help him see better, and slathering necrotic oil on his silver blade, the witcher had silently stalked into the night.
As he waited, Jaskier plucked at his lute to compose a song that had been difficult to put together in an attempt to quiet his nerves. After many hopeless attempts to get the melody correct, he sighed and placed his instrument to the side. He gazed up at the night sky and used the moon’s position to calculate how long Geralt had been gone.
He frowned through his auburn bangs and tilted his head to move them aside. That couldn’t be right. It couldn’t have been two hours since Geralt left. He would have been back by now. Or at least on his way... Jaskier glanced around the woods surrounding the campsite. Should he venture out to find him? Maybe he was injured.
A branch cracked nearby, sending Jaskier straight to his feet. He grabbed his lute and held it in front of him, “Stay back monster! Or I’ll...I’ll--”
His voice was cut off by glowing golden eyes piercing the darkness. A low growl broke the silence, and Jaskier saw a shadow with pointed ears creep closer.
“You’ll what?” the creature snarled as it walked into the fire light.
Jaskier cried out as fangs glistened, “Help! Geralt!” He crouched down and covered his face with his arms.
The creature huffed a laugh, “Jaskier, it’s me.”
Jaskier recognized the deep timber of his companion’s voice and glanced out from his arms. His eyes widened in surprise, “Geralt… you… you have ears…”
Jaskier stood up and examined his friend more closely as he stepped into the fire’s light. Geralt glared as he took a seat on a nearby stump, “Yeah, I think there was something wrong with that potion I took.”
Jaskier stared in amazement at the pointed, white, fluffy ears perched on top of Geralt’s head, the long canines pressing slightly into his bottom lip, and the furry tail poking out the back of his trousers.
Jaskier couldn’t help but reach out and touch the wolf ears, “They’re… they’re so big!”
Geralt snorted, “The better to hear you with.”
Jaskier frowned at Geralt’s bad joke. His fingers resumed stroking the soft fur, “They’re so soft…”
Geralt’s eyes closed, and he hummed at the touch. Jaskier pulled his hand back, “Oh sorry, did it hurt?”
Geralt shook his head, “No… it… it felt fine.”
Jaskier stared at him questioningly, but decided to let it go. He circled around behind him, and gazed at his tail. “Can I… touch it?”
Geralt glanced over his shoulder, “No.”
His tail started to wag. Jaskier beamed as he looked up at him, “Your tail doesn’t seem to feel the same way.”
Geralt growled as he grabbed his tail to stop it’s wagging, “Nevermind it. It doesn’t know what it’s doing.”
Jaskier pouted and sat down next to him. He resumed gazing at him in wonder, “You’re so... gorgeous like this…”
Geralt rolled his eyes, “Not moments ago you were calling me a monster.”
Jaskier huffed, placing his hands on his hips, “That’s because I was scared! You were late coming back. For all I knew you were dead in the woods, and the creature that killed you was coming for me.”
Geralt smirked as he ran his tongue over his fangs, “Maybe it was.”
Jaskier quirked an eyebrow as he scooted closer to Geralt, “Oh? Has the big bad white wolf come to gobble me up?”
He hummed as he ran his hand slowly up Jaskier’s thigh, “It was a long, hard hunt… and I am very hungry.”
Jaskier gasped at the touch. He slid his own hand in between Geralt’s legs, grazing against his rapidly filling cock, “How hungry? Or should I ask, ‘How hard’?”
Geralt took Jaskier’s hand and pressed it against his groin. He rocked his hips as he leaned forward, his teeth grazing Jaskier’s skin as he planted kisses along the column of his neck, “This hard…”
Jaskier moaned at the feeling, “Mmmm, what big teeth you have…”
Geralt chuckled, “The better to eat you with, my dear.”
Jaskier cursed under his breath as Geralt sucked and licked along his throat, “Geralt… stop playing with your food…”
Geralt seemed content to ignore him as he continued to cover him with love bites. His hands roamed along Jaskier’s body, pulling him closer as Geralt maneuvered him between his legs. His hands rested on Jaskier’s arse, gripping it as he lifted him onto his lap.
Jaskier gasped as he reached up to thread his fingers through Geralt’s hair. He ground his hips against him, seeking any type of friction. “Geralt…” Jaskier whined as he tilted his head, forehead resting against Geralt’s shoulder, “If you don’t get on with it…”
Geralt hummed, the vibrations sending a shiver down Jaskier’s spine, “I guess I should stop teasing you, and get onto the ‘riding’ part.” He lifted Jaskier up and carried him over to their bedrolls. Jaskier grinned as he made himself comfortable while Geralt positioned himself between his legs.
Jaskier watched intently as Geralt undid his trousers and pulled his cock out. He licked his lips as his eyes took in the length of Geralt, “My… what a big cock you have.”
“All the better to spear you open with,” Geralt chuckled as he ripped Jaskier’s pants off, eliciting a gasp from the bard. Jaskier started to complain about his ruined clothes, but was quickly cut off by lips pressed against his. He moaned into the kiss.
Geralt grabbed the nearby slick, covering his fingers as he continued exploring Jaskier’s mouth. Jaskier gripped his shoulders as a finger pressed against his entrance. He panted as he tilted his hips forward, encouraging Geralt. Geralt easily complied as he pushed in further, pistoning his finger a bit before adding another.
Jaskier groaned as he opened his legs wider. His hips jerked, urging Geralt’s fingers deeper. Geralt gripped his hip, stilling his actions. Jaskier whined impatiently. Geralt grinned, “Patience. You’ll be riding my cock soon enough.”
Jaskier leaned up to whisper breathily against Geralt’s wolf ear, “Promise?”
Jaskier watched with enjoyment as Geralt’s ears twitched and his eyes closed as he groaned in pleasure, “Damnit Jaskier, don’t rush me.”
Jaskier huffed and rolled his hips, “More, Geralt please…”
A low growl escaped Geralt as he bared his teeth. Jaskier gasped as he noticed the light from the campfire glinting off of Geralt’s fangs, “You are so fucking hot with fangs…”
Geralt rolled his eyes, “At this point, I think you’d find me sexy in a burlap sack.”
Jaskier grinned as he wrapped his arms around Geralt’s neck, “Have one handy? We could test your theory.”
Geralt bent one of the fingers opening Jaskier, rubbing it against his prostate, “I’d rather continue what we’ve started here.”
Jaskier cried out, arching his back, “Ah! Fuck… agreed!”
Geralt coated his fingers with more slick before adding a third finger, slowly working Jaskier open. Jaskier whined pathetically as he pressed his face against the curve of Geralt’s neck. Geralt clicked his tongue at Jaskier’s impatience, “Almost done.”
Geralt reached between Jaskier’s legs to stroke his throbbing member. Jaskier moaned at the touch, tilting his hips up into Geralt’s hand. As Geralt rubbed Jaskier’s cock he removed his fingers to coat his own cock with lubricant.
Jaskier hummed as he felt Geralt’s head press against his loosened entrance, “Mm, fuck, finally, fill me up with your marvelous member.”
Geralt quirked an eyebrow, “Composing a song?”
Jaskier laughed at the suggestion, “Always… now fuck me already dear witcher so I can sing your praises across the Continent.”
Geralt obliged as he slid further into Jaskier. Jaskier moaned with how full he felt. He didn’t think he could feel anymore full than he already did until Geralt continued to slowly push in, inch by inch.
“Fuuuck…” Jaskier swore, “You have a giant cock… did it get bigger?”
Geralt chuckled, “Hmmm, I don’t think so. Doing okay? Need me to pause?”
Jaskier furiously shook his head, “Don’t you fucking dare. Keep going.” He panted as Geralt fully seated him on his cock. Jaskier swore as he panted and mumbled about how big Geralt’s cock felt.
Geralt soothingly ran his palm along Jaskier’s hip and up his side, “Jaskier… you feel so good around my cock. Do you feel good?”
Jaskier bit his lower lip and nodded his head, “Fuck… yes! Please… move!”
Geralt rocked his hips back a bit before pushing back in. He kept one hand on Jaskier’s hip offering comforting strokes, while his other hand was occupied with Jaskier’s pulsing dick. Geralt grunted as he adjusted his angle, searching for Jaskier’s sweet spot.
He knew his aim was accurate when he earned a cry of pleasure from Jaskier. Jaskier gripped Geralt’s shoulders, fingernails digging in, as he cried out. Stars blinded Jaskier’s sight as Geralt successfully pressed against his prostate with each thrust.
Jaskier’s ecstasy started to crest as he started to feel fuller near his rim, “Ah-ah! Gera-alt… fu-ck… wha… the… fuck!” Something thicker at the base of Geralt’s cock was popping in and out of his entrance.
Geralt’s hips started to stutter as his cock shifted deeper into Jaskier. He felt the base of his cock fill and expand, Jaskier’s entrance becoming tighter. His hand continued to wring Jaskier’s cock as it spurted cum between them. Jaskier’s ass clenched around Geralt as his climax surged through him.
Jaskier’s eyes widened and he cried out as Geralt’s hot semen continued to pulse inside of him, “Geralt… what is…? How are you still going?!” Geralt shifted slightly in Jaskier, but found he couldn’t move as his cum kept filling Jaskier.
Geralt swore as he looked between Jaskier’s legs to find himself knotted inside of him, “Jaskier… I think the potion had… more side effects then we thought.” His ears tilted back against his head as his tail curled between his legs in apology.
Jaskier examined his apologetic witcher before sighing, “We didn’t know. It’s no one’s fault. No need to look so apologetic.” He reached up, unable to help himself from scratching behind Geralt’s ear.
Geralt seemed to like it as his tail wagged and he leaned into the touch, closing his eyes in satisfaction. Jaskier chuckled at the adorable display, but groaned when the action caused his extremely full insides to shift, “Melitele’s tits Geralt… I’ve never felt so fucking full… you filled me with so much cum…”
Geralt growled hungrily as he leaned forward to press his nose against Jaskier’s neck, taking in his scent before biting and sucking along the column of his neck. Jaskier gasped at the feeling, entangling his fingers in Geralt’s hair. His hips jerked slightly, the knot pressing a bit deeper inside him, “Ah, you like that, don’t you? Like filling me up, speared on your cock, breeding me?”
Geralt gripped Jaskier’s hips tightly. Jaskier could feel Geralt’s teeth pressed against his skin as a low growl rumbled through his chest. The feeling sent shivers down Jaskier’s spine.
“Yes...” Geralt’s voice cracked with the confession. “The better to make you mine...”
Jaskier groaned and turned Geralt to face him, his hands on either side of his face. He smiled, placing a kiss on Geralt’s lips, “I’m already yours.”
Geralt smiled as he kissed him back. Jaskier sighed happily against his lips as their tongues intertwined. After a few moments of kissing, Jaskier pulled away, gasping, “How… how long is it going to stay like that?”
Geralt stared at him in confusion. Jaskier rolled his eyes and motioned toward Geralt’s cock still ballooned inside him, “The knot?”
Geralt glanced away sheepishly. His ears tilting back, “Well.. if it’s anything like canines… an hour or two?”
Jaskier gaped, “Excuse me? I’m stuck on your cock for an hour? ...or more?!”
Geralt mumbled an apology. Jaskier couldn’t help but forgive the cute puppy dog in front of him. Not that it was Geralt’s fault anyway. He was the one who brewed the potion wrong after all. He sighed and pet Geralt reassuringly, “It’s fine. It’s not that bad…”
Geralt immediately brightened. His ears perking up, and his tail slightly wagging. It really was too adorable for his own good. Suddenly a thought popped into Jaskier’s head. If Geralt submitted so easily to Jaskier… did that mean Geralt saw him as the alpha? The cogs in Jaskier’s mind started to turn. Maybe he should accidentally mess up the brew for the Cat Potion again…? With Geralt’s permission of course. It would be an interesting experiment.
For now though, he was content to hold Geralt close as he waited for the knot to subside, and the Cat Potion to wear off. He hummed happily as he nuzzled close to Geralt’s chest and pet his White Wolf. The better to make him Geralt’s indeed.
Tag Warnings: use of vibrator in public setting, anal vibrator, exhibitionism, secret exhibitionism, voyeurism, dom/sub play, student/teacher or student/professor
Written for the @geraskiersmutprompts month of September. It’s late but I still wanted to write this idea. ^^;
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The classroom had been darkened so the presentation could be seen easier on the projector. Jaskier’s fellow college students watched with feigned interest as he presented his topic for Professor Rivia’s Medieval History class. His heart beat nervously in his chest as he started discussing the different significant events leading up to the war in Redania. All eyes were on the board.
All eyes, except Professor Rivia’s.
His golden gaze was transfixed on Jaskier, watching his every movement. Jaskier squirmed. Not only because of the piercing stare of his hot, well muscled professor, but because their game was about to start. His fingers clenched the podium as he felt the vibrator, that had been in his ass the past hour, come to life. He took a deep breath as he attempted to continue the presentation.
The two had set a safe word beforehand, in case Jaskier felt the need to stop for any reason. Geralt had given examples so he understood fully when he should use it. It wasn’t just for physical protection, but mental as well. If he felt unsafe, if he was worried they would be caught, if he wasn’t enjoying the play, whatever the reason. If he used the safe word the play would end immediately. No punishment would be given.
Geralt stressed this last part. They were experimenting with this concept. It was meant to find each other’s boundaries, and see what each of them were comfortable with. Jaskier would give his presentation with a vibrator in his ass. Geralt would control the strength of the vibration. The play would end when Jaskier finished his presentation or gave the safe word. Jaskier indicated he understood the parameters and they started.
The exhilaration he had felt as he walked up to the podium hardened his cock. He hoped nobody noticed the bulge forming in his tight pants. He could explain away his stuttering and anxious demeanor for nerves, but an erection would definitely be out of place.
Jaskier started to moan as the vibrator surged against his prostate. He caught it just in time, and tried to play it off as a yawn, but Professor Rivia knew better.
Oh did he know, and he sat in the front row so he was sure to see as much as he could up close. Jaskier cleared his throat as he tried to ignore the hot gaze. As he moved to the next slide the intensity of the vibrator increased. There was a slight hitch in his breath as he clenched the podium, trying not to double over from the pleasure zipping down his spine as the vibrator did what it did best. If the other students noticed his odd behavior they gave no indication of it.
Jaskier closed his eyes for a moment as he tried to center himself.
“Mr. Pankratz, is everything alright?”
Jaskier’s eyes snapped open as he turned toward the origin of the voice. Professor Rivia’s expression was unreadable. It sent a shiver down his spine. His mouth was dry as he attempted to speak. “I’m- I’m fine,” his voice cracked.
Jaskier’s hard-on fought against his skinny jeans. He was oh so grateful for the podium blocking his erection from the classroom, but the knowledge that he could still be discovered at any moment excited him. Strangely enough he felt more confident as he continued with his slides. At least, he had, until Professor Rivia decided he needed more… stimulation.
Unprepared, Jaskier half gasped, half moaned. The students who had been falling asleep were suddenly alert. Jaskier’s face flushed red with heat as all eyes were suddenly on him. The only eyes he cared about continued to watch him closely.
“That sounded quite… painful,” there was a slight smirk on his lips as he spoke, “Are you sure you are okay?”
Jaskier straightened as he nodded his head. He steadied his breath before he responded, “Thank you for your concern Professor… but it’s nothing to worry about.”
With all of the classes’ attention, Jaskier presented his research, his cock fully erect as his prostate was pummeled with vibrations. He felt a wave of relief when the settings were lowered. He smiled appreciatively at Geralt.
He should have known better.
Jaskier’s eyes widened when he felt the vibrator increase to the highest setting before decreasing back to the bottom. He leaned fully against the podium as this pace continued over and over again, overstimulating him before dropping him back down. He almost spoke his safe word when the vibrator stopped.
His classmates stared in concern, confusion, and other expressions Jaskier couldn’t read as he tried to hold himself up. His legs felt like jelly. He had been sent close to the edge only to have it suddenly taken away. He panted tiredly as he waved his hand, “S-sorry… sudden stomach cramp.”
Jaskier clenched his fists as he pressed on. His cock ached as it pushed against it’s confines. He wanted to feel release. The podium was looking quite tempting. He wondered if he would be able to grind his hips against it without anyone noticing. He shifted his body forward a bit. The front of his pants grazed against the wooden column. His eyes fluttered shut and he sighed as the pressure along his dick satisfied some of his frustration, but it wasn’t enough.
He rolled his hips slightly as he gripped the edge of the podium, holding it in place.
“Mr. Pankratz, please continue.”
The professor’s deep voice snapped Jaskier back to his senses. He cursed under his breath as his face grew hot in embarrassment. The students in the classroom were gazing at him questioningly. Some with concern, others with… something else… was it disgust? Did they know what he had been doing?
The humiliation burned on his face, and stuck in his stomach, but it also… felt invigorating. Did he get off on humiliation?
Renewed by this feeling, he finished off his presentation, and the excitement of Professor Rivia finishing him off later spurred him on. Professor Rivia smirked as he dismissed the class. He had turned off the vibrator, and stood next to Jaskier at the podium.
Jaskier smirked as he leaned against it, “So… what did you think about my presentation?”
His golden eyes slowly grazed over Jaskier’s body, taking in the pink flush of his cheeks, his swollen bottom lip from biting back moans, and the throbbing member pushing against his tight jeans. “It was… A+ worthy, but could have used a little bit more research.”
Jaskier arched an eyebrow, “Oh?” He glanced around the classroom before stepping closer, and running his finger down the professor’s chest. “Maybe… I could make it up with a little extra credit?”
Professor Rivia smirked, “You know I don’t give extra credit.”
Jaskier pouted, his blue eyes gazing up at him pleadingly, “Not even for me?”
The professor gave him one last look before turning around, “Meet me in my office, and we can discuss some other options for raising your grade.”
Jaskier opened his mouth to speak but felt the vibrator click on, punishing his prostate.
“Fuck,” he gasped as he held onto the podium.
Professor Rivia grinned as he glanced over his shoulder, “Don’t take too long. I have a meeting scheduled in an hour.”
Jaskier watched in disbelief as he exited the classroom, leaving him with his erection and vibrator. It was going to be a long, torturous walk to his office.
Summary: Geralt finds Jaskier’s search history. It’s… entertaining.
Geralt was looking for a recipe. He had found it earlier on Jaskier’s computer, but his boyfriend closed the tab. He couldn’t remember what he had looked up before to find it in the first place. So he resorted to searching among the numerous links in the browser history. As he glanced over the titles of the pages he started to understand Jaskier’s thought process when writing.
Words that rhyme with purple.
Words that rhyme with violet.
Violet flower language.
How to tell someone you hate them with flower language.
Valdo Marx.
Julian Alfred Pankratz.
Geralt Rivia.
How to weave flowers into hair.
Geralt sighed as he saw the list continue to grow with no end or recipe in sight. He closed the browser, hearing the door to their apartment click open.
"Geralt?" Jaskier called.
"In here."
Jaskier smiled as he entered the room holding a bundle of violets. Geralt tried to hide his grin. "Hey, can I weave these into your hair?"
Geralt chuckled and nodded his head, "Sure."
Jaskier frowned, "Wait... that was too easy. You aren't going to ask why? Or where the sudden urge came from? ...are you sick?" He gasped. "Are you dying?" He gasped again, "Am *I* dying?"
Geralt rolled his eyes, "I was looking for a recipe and saw your browsing history, so I had an idea that you would ask."
Jaskier sighed in relief, "Oh good... wait, how far did you get? Cuz it gets kinda weird..."
"Not far... weird, how weird?" He turned to open up the history again.
"Ah no! You said I could weave these into your hair," Jaskier pulled him away from the computer.
Geralt laughed, "Alright, you win. This time."
Jaskier hummed happily as he started to braid the violets into his hair.
"By the way, what is the flower language for violets?" Geralt asked, relaxing to the touch of Jaskier.
Jaskier smiled as his nimble fingers continued to work, "A few things, innocence... modesty..."
"Hmm, not quite characteristic of you," Geralt snorted.
Jaskier feigned hurt, "Excuse you, I am the epitome of, hmm... well, nevermind. It also stands for everlasting love."
Geralt hummed as he closed his eyes, "I can agree with that."
