Young Jaskier, lovestruck and doing anything to please his first ever boyfriend x two decades older Geralt using his cute boy as nothing but a cocksleeve to pump his come into whenever he’s horny.
From the discord! I word vomited 2k in an hour so here you go, more to hopefully follow
CW: HEAVY transphobia, teen underage, underage drinking and implied drugging/intoxication, forced feminization/forced detransitioning, dubcon/noncon, bad guy geralt, voyeurism, humiliation, slight mention of urinating but not like sexy or anything
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teenage jaskier who's in the process of transitioning, has a lot of body issues and such, but his parents are supportive and have allowed him to start taking T and bought him new clothes and such
he gets a job babysitting ciri after school while her single father, geralt, is at work
ciri is a great kid, and her dad is super nice, and lets jaskier order them pizza with his card and stuff like that. ciri goes to bed pretty early, too, which means that jaskier usually has 8-12ish to himself until mr. rivia gets home
he does his homework, watches some TV, texts his friends, whatever he wants basically
mr. rivia even lets him use the shower so that he doesn't have to go home and shower before bed. midnight is pretty late for a high school student
it isn't an issue until one day geralt comes home earlier than usual, off work early for whatever reason. jaskier doesn't hear him over the fan in the bathroom, and geralt, thinking jaskier is watching tv in the living room, walks into the bathroom and gets an eyeful of jaskier stepping out of the shower and drying off
jaskier panics, geralt shuts the door immediately, but the damage is done. plus his secret is out: there's no way geralt didn't see his perky tits and thatch of curls just above his cunt
jaskier dries off and gets dressed shakily, but he can't hide in the bathroom forever; he slowly creeps out, dreading having to confront mr. rivia, but the man is nowhere to be seen. jaskier gathers his stuff and scampers out, grabbing the wad of cash mr. rivia left on the counter on his way out, and heads home
(unbeknownst to him, geralt immediately headed upstairs to jerk off to the image of jaskier, wet and skin flushed, looking at geralt with those wide, scared eyes)
jaskier isn't sure what he expects tomorrow, but he goes to school like normal, and gets a text during his lunch period from geralt. are you still coming today?
jaskier hesitates before typing out a yes. hopefully this means that mr. rivia has chosen to forget and ignore the incident entirely? god, jaskier is mortified, but hopefully they never have to bring it up again. mr. rivia has always been a man of few words anyway
he shows up after school, has a good time with ciri, puts her to bed like normal, and then waits. he has no indication of when mr. rivia will get home, if he'll be coming home early like last night or what
in fact, he's barely put ciri to bed when he hears mr. rivia's truck pulling up. he starts to gather his things, preparing to leave, rehearsing what he'll say when mr. rivia walks in. "how was work? great, ciri was great, no trouble, seeyoumondaybye"
instead, mr. rivia walks in, sees jaskier sitting on the couch, and sits down next to him. "jaskier, about last night..."
jaskier blushes crimson. fuck. "i-i'm so sorry, i didn't know you were going to come home early, i-i--"
"it's alright," geralt replies easily, "you don't have to be embarrassed. i'm sorry if i scared you."
jaskier shakes his head. "um, it's alright, i was just surprised."
"i didn't know you were... transitioning," geralt says carefully, and oh fuck. fuck fuck fuck. has he just lost his job? no, mr. rivia wouldn't have had him come over today, would he? oh fuck, is mr. rivia going to tell everyone? it's not a huge secret but it's not something he wants hanging over him...
"uh--yeah, i, um, started a little over a year ago. my parents have helped a lot," jaskier forces out, unsure where mr. rivia is taking this.
"i see," mr. rivia says cryptically, then reaches into his pocket and counts out jaskier's pay. "here you go."
jaskier takes it. "but this is--this is for the full eight hours, i've only been here for four..."
"keep it. i'll see you on monday?"
"y-yeah, that would be great..." then jaskier remembers: monday is a holiday. "but wait, don't you have the day off?"
mr. rivia thinks. "guess i do. but you're welcome to come over anyway. ciri and i might go out to dinner, if you want to join us? i don't know, you probably have a dozen friends all begging to go out with you, as cute as you are," he grins.
jaskier squirms a little. mr. rivia doesn't mean anything by that, right? he means cute like little kids are cute, even though jaskier is a teenager.
"i don't have any plans, no..." jaskier answers. "you know i like spending time with ciri. what time should i come over?"
mr. rivia gives him a time and sees him out the door, wishing him a good weekend. jaskier drives home feeling a little bit buzzed, shaky with the adrenaline after their conversation but strangely anticipating monday. it's not often, if ever, he gets to spend time with mr. rivia and ciri together.
come monday, jaskier drives over to mr. rivia's house and the man drives all three of them to a nice restaurant outside of town. he even insists on paying for jaskier's meal, which makes jaskier stammer and blush. he has a job, he can pay... even if it is still mr. rivia's money in a way. at the end of the meal, jaskier excuses himself to the restroom, as always hesitating a moment before choosing the men's room. he prays he meets nobody else in there, and it seems he's in luck
he chooses a stall and pees as quickly as possible, just finishing up when he hears the door swing open and heavy boots approach. they stop in front of a urinal, and jaskier flushes and goes to wash his hands as quickly as possible, steadfastly not looking at the man standing there urinating
"jaskier? what are you doing in here?" the sudden growl of mr. rivia's voice shocks jaskier. fuck, can this get more awkward?
"j-just washing my hands," jaskier says laughing a little and casting about frantically for a paper towel. why do restaurants never have any fucking paper towels?
he makes a split second decision and wipes his hands on his jeans, and is just about to open the door when mr. rivia speaks again.
((i had something for him to say and forgot it, but insert something mildly transphobic and demeaning and vaguely sexual here))
jaskier goes back to the table with his face red as a tomato, wishing desperately to leave. mr. rivia saunters out of the bathroom a few minutes later, spinning his keys around his finger. "ready to leave, kiddos?"
jaskier was intent on going back home as soon as they arrived back at the house, but mr. rivia suggests that he stick around for a movie night. ciri seems so excited by the prospect, so he agrees, even though he knows she'll fall asleep not even thirty minutes in.
sure enough, mr. rivia has to carry her to bed only a little bit into the movie. jaskier sits on the couch, not sure if he should leave or not, only half watching, waiting for mr. rivia to get back
when he returns, he has two beers in his hands. he offers one to jaskier, who hesitantly takes it. he's drank before, but he still has a laughably low tolerance to alcohol. but if mr. rivia is offering him a beer, that means he respects and trusts jaskier, right? besides, it's not like jaskier is working, and this will prove that jaskier is mature enough to be treated like an adult.
mr. rivia nods in approval, then sits down close to jaskier on the couch, like uncomfortably close, but not enough to justify jaskier scooching over. jaskier sits there, tense, but mr. rivia seems engrossed in the movie. jaskier forces himself to relax and try to enjoy it
the movie is just about to wrap up when mr. rivia stretches and drapes his arm over jaskier's shoulders, a move straight out of a cheesy romance movie. jaskier kind of wants to die of embarrassment
as the credits roll, mr. rivia removes his arm, instead dropping his hand to jaskier's thigh, where he moves it up and down a little. "what did you think?"
"w-what?"
"the movie. what did you think?" his thumb hasn't stopped moving, slow, sensual circles creeping up his leg.
"i, uh, i liked it. i think i better go now," jaskier forces out, praying and wishing for geralt to let him up so he can leave.
"it's so late, though. and you had that drink. you should spend the night, i don't mind. plus ciri would love to have a pancake breakfast with you in the morning," mr. rivia urges.
jaskier finds himself agreeing, and is convinced it's the right decision when he stands and wobbles a bit. "whoa there," mr. rivia laughs. "you little lightweight."
jaskier gives a nervous laugh. "one beer doesn't normally hit me so fast."
"it's okay, i'll take care of you," mr. rivia replies easily, and leads him to the spare room. "there are pajamas in the dresser if you want to borrow them. i'll come check on you in the morning, see if you want a painkiller or some water."
jaskier doubts he'll have that much of a hangover if at all, but he says goodnight and closes the bedroom door. it's a struggle to get undressed, his fingers clumsy with intoxication, but he finally manages to peel his jeans and shirt off and stands there in just his underwear and binder.
he stumbles over to the dresser and pulls open a drawer, slamming it shut immediately when his eyes land on its contents. lingerie. pink, frilly, girly lingerie. this must be where mr. rivia's girlfriends stay. he pulls open another drawer and finds the same, and when he pulls open a third and reveals various accoutrements like padded handcuffs, he squeaks and gives up. he does not want to dig through all that just for some pajamas, thank you very much.
he resigns himself to sleeping in boxers and a t shirt, but hesitates. he's really tempted to sleep in his binder, especially because mr. rivia will be checking on him in the morning and he doesn't want him to see that, but he knows how dangerous it can be and doesn't want to risk permanent harm to his body. cringing, jaskier takes it off, feeling exposed and vulnerable.
he quickly pulls his t shirt back on and climbs under the covers, grateful for the way his head stops spinning when he lies down. he expects to fall asleep quickly, with how he feels, but he lies there for some time unable to close his eyes. every squeak and creak the house makes sounds like someone just outside his door, and it keeps startling jaskier awake again
there's also a faint mechanical whirring coming from somewhere above him--maybe the air conditioner? whatever the noise is, it's a long time before jaskier finally falls asleep.
yes that's geralt outside his door and yes that's a camera planted in the room, just like there's one in the bathroom
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If you have ideas for this verse my inbox is open! Also more interaction means more motivation for me to write more :D
From the discord! I word vomited 2k in an hour so here you go, more to hopefully follow
CW: HEAVY transphobia, teen underage, underage drinking and implied drugging/intoxication, forced feminization/forced detransitioning, dubcon/noncon, bad guy geralt, voyeurism, humiliation, slight mention of urinating but not like sexy or anything
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teenage jaskier who's in the process of transitioning, has a lot of body issues and such, but his parents are supportive and have allowed him to start taking T and bought him new clothes and such
he gets a job babysitting ciri after school while her single father, geralt, is at work
ciri is a great kid, and her dad is super nice, and lets jaskier order them pizza with his card and stuff like that. ciri goes to bed pretty early, too, which means that jaskier usually has 8-12ish to himself until mr. rivia gets home
he does his homework, watches some TV, texts his friends, whatever he wants basically
mr. rivia even lets him use the shower so that he doesn't have to go home and shower before bed. midnight is pretty late for a high school student
it isn't an issue until one day geralt comes home earlier than usual, off work early for whatever reason. jaskier doesn't hear him over the fan in the bathroom, and geralt, thinking jaskier is watching tv in the living room, walks into the bathroom and gets an eyeful of jaskier stepping out of the shower and drying off
jaskier panics, geralt shuts the door immediately, but the damage is done. plus his secret is out: there's no way geralt didn't see his perky tits and thatch of curls just above his cunt
jaskier dries off and gets dressed shakily, but he can't hide in the bathroom forever; he slowly creeps out, dreading having to confront mr. rivia, but the man is nowhere to be seen. jaskier gathers his stuff and scampers out, grabbing the wad of cash mr. rivia left on the counter on his way out, and heads home
(unbeknownst to him, geralt immediately headed upstairs to jerk off to the image of jaskier, wet and skin flushed, looking at geralt with those wide, scared eyes)
jaskier isn't sure what he expects tomorrow, but he goes to school like normal, and gets a text during his lunch period from geralt. are you still coming today?
jaskier hesitates before typing out a yes. hopefully this means that mr. rivia has chosen to forget and ignore the incident entirely? god, jaskier is mortified, but hopefully they never have to bring it up again. mr. rivia has always been a man of few words anyway
he shows up after school, has a good time with ciri, puts her to bed like normal, and then waits. he has no indication of when mr. rivia will get home, if he'll be coming home early like last night or what
in fact, he's barely put ciri to bed when he hears mr. rivia's truck pulling up. he starts to gather his things, preparing to leave, rehearsing what he'll say when mr. rivia walks in. "how was work? great, ciri was great, no trouble, seeyoumondaybye"
instead, mr. rivia walks in, sees jaskier sitting on the couch, and sits down next to him. "jaskier, about last night..."
jaskier blushes crimson. fuck. "i-i'm so sorry, i didn't know you were going to come home early, i-i--"
"it's alright," geralt replies easily, "you don't have to be embarrassed. i'm sorry if i scared you."
jaskier shakes his head. "um, it's alright, i was just surprised."
"i didn't know you were... transitioning," geralt says carefully, and oh fuck. fuck fuck fuck. has he just lost his job? no, mr. rivia wouldn't have had him come over today, would he? oh fuck, is mr. rivia going to tell everyone? it's not a huge secret but it's not something he wants hanging over him...
"uh--yeah, i, um, started a little over a year ago. my parents have helped a lot," jaskier forces out, unsure where mr. rivia is taking this.
"i see," mr. rivia says cryptically, then reaches into his pocket and counts out jaskier's pay. "here you go."
jaskier takes it. "but this is--this is for the full eight hours, i've only been here for four..."
"keep it. i'll see you on monday?"
"y-yeah, that would be great..." then jaskier remembers: monday is a holiday. "but wait, don't you have the day off?"
mr. rivia thinks. "guess i do. but you're welcome to come over anyway. ciri and i might go out to dinner, if you want to join us? i don't know, you probably have a dozen friends all begging to go out with you, as cute as you are," he grins.
jaskier squirms a little. mr. rivia doesn't mean anything by that, right? he means cute like little kids are cute, even though jaskier is a teenager.
"i don't have any plans, no..." jaskier answers. "you know i like spending time with ciri. what time should i come over?"
mr. rivia gives him a time and sees him out the door, wishing him a good weekend. jaskier drives home feeling a little bit buzzed, shaky with the adrenaline after their conversation but strangely anticipating monday. it's not often, if ever, he gets to spend time with mr. rivia and ciri together.
come monday, jaskier drives over to mr. rivia's house and the man drives all three of them to a nice restaurant outside of town. he even insists on paying for jaskier's meal, which makes jaskier stammer and blush. he has a job, he can pay... even if it is still mr. rivia's money in a way. at the end of the meal, jaskier excuses himself to the restroom, as always hesitating a moment before choosing the men's room. he prays he meets nobody else in there, and it seems he's in luck
he chooses a stall and pees as quickly as possible, just finishing up when he hears the door swing open and heavy boots approach. they stop in front of a urinal, and jaskier flushes and goes to wash his hands as quickly as possible, steadfastly not looking at the man standing there urinating
"jaskier? what are you doing in here?" the sudden growl of mr. rivia's voice shocks jaskier. fuck, can this get more awkward?
"j-just washing my hands," jaskier says laughing a little and casting about frantically for a paper towel. why do restaurants never have any fucking paper towels?
he makes a split second decision and wipes his hands on his jeans, and is just about to open the door when mr. rivia speaks again.
((i had something for him to say and forgot it, but insert something mildly transphobic and demeaning and vaguely sexual here))
jaskier goes back to the table with his face red as a tomato, wishing desperately to leave. mr. rivia saunters out of the bathroom a few minutes later, spinning his keys around his finger. "ready to leave, kiddos?"
jaskier was intent on going back home as soon as they arrived back at the house, but mr. rivia suggests that he stick around for a movie night. ciri seems so excited by the prospect, so he agrees, even though he knows she'll fall asleep not even thirty minutes in.
sure enough, mr. rivia has to carry her to bed only a little bit into the movie. jaskier sits on the couch, not sure if he should leave or not, only half watching, waiting for mr. rivia to get back
when he returns, he has two beers in his hands. he offers one to jaskier, who hesitantly takes it. he's drank before, but he still has a laughably low tolerance to alcohol. but if mr. rivia is offering him a beer, that means he respects and trusts jaskier, right? besides, it's not like jaskier is working, and this will prove that jaskier is mature enough to be treated like an adult.
mr. rivia nods in approval, then sits down close to jaskier on the couch, like uncomfortably close, but not enough to justify jaskier scooching over. jaskier sits there, tense, but mr. rivia seems engrossed in the movie. jaskier forces himself to relax and try to enjoy it
the movie is just about to wrap up when mr. rivia stretches and drapes his arm over jaskier's shoulders, a move straight out of a cheesy romance movie. jaskier kind of wants to die of embarrassment
as the credits roll, mr. rivia removes his arm, instead dropping his hand to jaskier's thigh, where he moves it up and down a little. "what did you think?"
"w-what?"
"the movie. what did you think?" his thumb hasn't stopped moving, slow, sensual circles creeping up his leg.
"i, uh, i liked it. i think i better go now," jaskier forces out, praying and wishing for geralt to let him up so he can leave.
"it's so late, though. and you had that drink. you should spend the night, i don't mind. plus ciri would love to have a pancake breakfast with you in the morning," mr. rivia urges.
jaskier finds himself agreeing, and is convinced it's the right decision when he stands and wobbles a bit. "whoa there," mr. rivia laughs. "you little lightweight."
jaskier gives a nervous laugh. "one beer doesn't normally hit me so fast."
"it's okay, i'll take care of you," mr. rivia replies easily, and leads him to the spare room. "there are pajamas in the dresser if you want to borrow them. i'll come check on you in the morning, see if you want a painkiller or some water."
jaskier doubts he'll have that much of a hangover if at all, but he says goodnight and closes the bedroom door. it's a struggle to get undressed, his fingers clumsy with intoxication, but he finally manages to peel his jeans and shirt off and stands there in just his underwear and binder.
he stumbles over to the dresser and pulls open a drawer, slamming it shut immediately when his eyes land on its contents. lingerie. pink, frilly, girly lingerie. this must be where mr. rivia's girlfriends stay. he pulls open another drawer and finds the same, and when he pulls open a third and reveals various accoutrements like padded handcuffs, he squeaks and gives up. he does not want to dig through all that just for some pajamas, thank you very much.
he resigns himself to sleeping in boxers and a t shirt, but hesitates. he's really tempted to sleep in his binder, especially because mr. rivia will be checking on him in the morning and he doesn't want him to see that, but he knows how dangerous it can be and doesn't want to risk permanent harm to his body. cringing, jaskier takes it off, feeling exposed and vulnerable.
he quickly pulls his t shirt back on and climbs under the covers, grateful for the way his head stops spinning when he lies down. he expects to fall asleep quickly, with how he feels, but he lies there for some time unable to close his eyes. every squeak and creak the house makes sounds like someone just outside his door, and it keeps startling jaskier awake again
there's also a faint mechanical whirring coming from somewhere above him--maybe the air conditioner? whatever the noise is, it's a long time before jaskier finally falls asleep.
yes that's geralt outside his door and yes that's a camera planted in the room, just like there's one in the bathroom
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If you have ideas for this verse my inbox is open! Also more interaction means more motivation for me to write more :D
Tags: milking, just pure filth basically, con-noncon
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Jaskier had a gift: getting himself into trouble.
So, when, in his search for his missing companion, he found him, holed up in a sourcerer’s lair, he wasn’t very surprised.
He set out on what seemed like just another adventure. Save Jaskier, reconcile, go on the path again. Easy, right?
Well, it was, until he found Jaskier, bound, a carefully carved and smoothed bit of wood vibrating violently in his ass, connected to some sort of contraption made to collect his spend. He didn’t even seem to register Geralt being there, eyes glossy and cock spurting pathetically.
“Well. I was wondering when you would show up, witcher.” At the voice, Geralt drew his sword, unsure which to grab from just the sound of the deep voice resonating through the room. Eventually his trained eyes caught on the sight of the sourcerer himself, standing tall and robed, Jaskier’s writhing distracting him from the possible incoming battle.
“I knew you would eventually come to retrieve your companion, but... such easily obtained and fertile noble seed... how could I not partake?” He asked, fingers dancing gently across Jaskier’s sore sack, causing the bound bard to squirm in his restraints, body overstimulated and overworked.
“Let him go, and maybe you’ll live.” Geralt snarled, that over-protective part of him crawling its way out, desperate to simply take Jaskier into his arms and carry him away. “Oh, my dear witcher,” the man cooed, casting some sort of spell as he spoke. “I’m afraid I don’t have enough just yet. Now, sleep...” Geralt felt his lids droop, and even as he fought desperately to keep his eyes open, he found himself on the floor, deeply asleep.
When he came to, Jaskier looked exhausted, but he was released, at least. The toy lay on a table nearby, along with his bindings and the contraption. “Jaskier, you’re okay.” He found himself cooing, bringing a hand to brush sweat-dampened hair from his forehead.
And so, he struck a deal. The wizard needed the spend for some sort of protection spell, and Geralt didn’t mind the idea of Jaskier, sated and pliant under his touch.
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Jaskier laid in the grass, on his back with his arms behind him as Geralt abused his tip with the enchanted toy he had received. “Oh gods, Geralt-Geralt unhand me you ruffia-oHH!” He simply threw his head back, squirming against his restraints as thick fingers sank into his ass.
“No-Geralt stoo-op!” His back arched and his cock twitched pathetically between his legs.
Geralt enjoyed the sight of his hole, hungrily swallowing the toy as it shook against his walls. “You sure you want me to stop? Your hole is taking in the vibrator so well, you cute little thing...” Jaskier moaned as the shaking, trembling tip of the toy that had become his drove violently into his prostate. “Oh please, Geralt, not so rough... you’ll milk me all over again...! You can’t- I can’t! Not- Ah!!” He whined helplessly as he came, cock spurting and twitching. “Too much, let me go you beast- no!” He kicked and did his best to escape, that is, until the toy was roughly removed and, in it’s place, Geralt’s montsterously thick tip shoved its way into him, hands guiding the suction contraption into place. The bard’s cock gave a spurt at that, and Geralt resisted the urge to pull it off and watch him make a mess of himself.
The Witcher was rough, animalistic as he fucked into his helpless prey. “So cute, taking my cock so well...” He growled, near feral as he bucked into his lover. “Gonna fucking pump you full of my seed, gonna make you so fucking full you’ll be round with it, you hear me?” His thrusts started to lose their rhythm, senses flooding with nothing but his bard, his beloved, beautiful bard as said bard began to lose it, blabbering nonsense about how amazing the huge cock splitting him open was, unable to continue fighting the pleasure assaulting his senses and overloading his body, drawing orgasm after orgasm from him. “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Like being so full you can barely walk, cum dripping down your thighs as you perform?” “Yes, please Geralt, oh please!” Geralt smirked, biting down hard into Jaskier’s shoulder as he came. “Fuck yes!! Fill me Geralt- oh gods!” His cock twitched pathetically, balls empty as they tried helplessly to cum.
Jaskier laid limp in the grass, drenched with sweat and collection chamber filled as much as it could have been, eyelids heavy as exhaustion set in. “Such a good little toy for me, Jaskier.” The bard simply responded with a soft whine, already drifting off to sleep. “So precious.” He smirked, a warm feeling settling in his chest as he laid beside his lover.
man you guys have got to stop getting mad at people for tagging your post as whatever annoying thing. tags used to be sacred. you weren’t supposed to see it. it’s the culture. “Stop tagging this as [character]”. No!! You have no right to make demands on me!! I can do whatever I want in the tags. Just cause Tumblr decided to set up a camera in my house and broadcast it live doesn’t mean you get to make fun of me for going “wheee!!!” when I get into bed it’s my fucking house and my fucking business!!!!!
If you really don’t want to see people’s tags in your activity feed, there’s an option to turn them off:
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EDIT: also I just wanna point out that tag viewing has been a feature included in Missing E and XKit from the start, and Tumblr adding it as a toggleable feature natively was them giving something the userbase has overwhelmingly wanted. If you’re in the percentage that doesn’t want it, you’re in the minority. Just turn it off. There’s nothing wrong with curating your experience on this site. You are not beholden to the way the majority wants it.
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