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[phoenixkinks]

Thank you! But I'm not a genius. Otherwise I would be able to count correctly until 8. There's nothing missing it's just me and counting🙈 And now I have a whole lot of new images in my head. I love Daddy!Vesemir and how he's apparently the one with the braincells and a functioning plan. And I totally agree with you that Ves would make sure that jask slowly understands what his place in Kaer Morhen is. - 🐭 (1)

Maybe he would get a bit cuddly from time to time when Jask would sleep with him and was behaving well enough to earn this treatment. Like showing him that the wolves (especially him) can be nice to him too. Previously Eskel mentioned a cock cage for Jaskier. That sounds delicious. Maybe they use it together with the plug to constantly keep him on edge. What if Jask has to behave exceptionally well and has to beg/ask for it to be allowed to come? - 🐭 (2)

Sometimes they might even decide to let him cum until he passes out as some kind of present? And the boys getting jealous. Just think about the many ways they can show this. Like making it extra hard for Jask to follow the rules. Or prepping him just a bit less than usual. Since they are in the middle of the mountains and witchers one of the tasks at the keep might be hunting whenever the weather is good enough for that. -🐭 (3)

And now think about what could happen when Daddy!Ves goes hunting for one or two days. I kinda see the boys going to far. Maybe even double Knotting Jask, what most likely would be too much for his already loose hole and make him scream. One of the three might try to keep him quiet (Axii or letting him suck the remaining witcher who's not in his whole currently?). When Ves comes back he finds three very satisfied witcher and an omega curled into a tight ball in the corner. - 🐭 (4?)

My head thought that Ves would chastise the witchers and tell them to come up with a way to make it up to their omega and maybe to stay away from Jask until they reflected on their actions? I don't know why but I imagine that Eskel or even Geralt might come up with an idea. Maybe something like taking Jask apart very slowly and very lovingly. Showing him that they can be the nicest alphas around if they want to. What do you think how Jask would react to that? - 🐭 (5)

My guess is that Vesemir holds and pats him soothingly and basically being an anchor for Jask while the others take him apart. Another long one. Hopefully I'm better at counting this time around. Maybe not so much. By the way I do have one question left. Do you have any intention of posting your works on ao3? Even if it's anonymously it woul be a delight to have you there. And if you don't have the post saved elsewhere you could save them there. -🐭 (6/6)

Thanks so much for the asks!! First of all, congrats on counting properly this time :p. And I’m totally obsessed with Jaskier in a cock cage, begging his Alphas to cum, so delirious with need he’d do anything to get that release. It takes a while before he’s begging to have it put right back on as well as take it off, the punishments for cumming without permission making the agony of the cage seem like a welcome relief. And the “cumming until he passes out” thing works as both a present and a manipulation technique, since by the end the orgasms would be dry and painful and he’d be begging the witchers to spare him. Then it would turn into “see? This is why you need the cage, little boys don’t know what they want, that’s why Daddy is here to take care of you.” Grade A manipulation tactic in the sexiest way possible. 

The boys getting jealous and using Jaskier like a toy they want to break has delicious angst potential too. I’m imagining Jaskier realizing that the boys are being too rough with him, the kind of stuff that Vesemir would put a stop to, and calling out before realizing that he isn’t coming. Lambert would definitely taunt him with that, saying Vesemir doesn’t care about him anymore, and Jaskier spirals as the boys use him.

By the time Vesemir comes back, it’s like you said, Jaskier is curled up in the corner, too numb to sob. When Vesemir reaches for him, his eyes are filled with suspicion and fear. It takes him a while to coax him onto his lap, glaring at his pups over his shoulder. It takes a lot of tears and blubbering before he extracts the full story out of Jaskier, and he is furious. I’d imagine that the boys are left running the walls for the rest of winter; even if you ignore the way they’ve completely fucked up Jaskier’s training, they flagrantly disobeyed Vesemir’s orders on multiple levels, and acted cruelly and selfishly towards one in their care. Maybe part of their punishment is that they’re not allowed to touch Jaskier during his next heat, cementing Vesemir as his Alpha first and foremost while forcing the boys to knot nothing but their own hands.

Getting Jaskier’s training on track again is both easy and difficult. Easy since he clings to Vesemir as his savior, but difficult because his relationship with the other wolves is completely fucked. I imagine Vesemir makes them pleasure the Omega with their mouths while Vesemir fucks and knots him, both as punishment and to introduce the Alphas back as a source of pleasure. It leaves Jaskier disoriented to hell and back, but, well, keeping him off balance is a good thing in the whole sex slave department.

I posted the first two parts on ao3! The link is here. I think I’m gonna actually have to plot out the next section, since our ideas here have been super scattered and don’t always line up with my long term plans for the fic. Got the idea while writing this that it should be Lambert only who causes trouble bc he’s secretly a bratty sub and is jealous of the attention on Jaskier. It allows for those same fun possibilities while not turning this into a primarily Jaskier/Vesemir fic. Thanks once again for sending me this long ask, it makes my day every time even when it takes me forever to respond. Let me know what you think!

[whaticannotshowyou]

i have learning disabilities and if i imagine my favourite character with them as well then that’s between me and god-

[phoenixkinks]

Sameeee I have a fic in my drafts that’s just Geralt is autistic and Jaskier has ADHD and neither of them know how to interact with people. And Lambert has serious former ‘problem child’ with undiagnosed dyslexia and/or ADHD vibes 

[afterhoursfic]

HOE ESKEL AND HIS DADDY VES YES PLS

"#vesemir fucks #hoe eskel rights" this is such an important set of tags bless you

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No bless you anons for joining me for on this train

And I mean here at least Eskel is Vesemirs favourite and every year as a little treat Vesemir will keep him in a pretty collar with some pretty lace whilst Eskel sits on his cock for hours.

Also you can bet when Vesemir hears about Eskel saving the girl in the basilisk he will spoil the fuck outta him all winter by making him sit on his cock as he gets fed sweet treats. Of course Lambert moans whilst Geralt is happy for his brother, which is why Vesmir lets Eskel leave his lap to go and eagerly suck Geralts cock, however its not long before Eskel starts whining and tries to finger himself just to have something in his hole.

Vesemir of course goes over to look after his boy, pulling him back into his lap so he can start fucking him as Eskel keeps sucking off Geralt. Eskel comes first with a moan, but his cock is still hard and twitching between his legs as Vesemir keeps fucking him and soon Geralt is coming down his throat, pulling away last minute to paint Eskels face and chest in come before sinking back onto the chair.

It's then Vesemir turns them to Lambert whos quickly fisting his cock with the occasional swear. Vesemir tells Eskel that he could have all three of them if Lambert just behaved better and so it turns into Eskel eagerly riding Vesemirs cock with only hands on his hips to support him as he begs for Lambert, begs for all of them really, and its only from a nod from Vesemir that Lambertcomes closer to finally paint Eskel with his come too. Of course Eskel can't help but lean forward to suck at the tip of Lambert's cock to try and coax as much come from him as he can, Vesemir should really tell Eskel off because Lambert doesn't deserve his mouth atm but he can't deny him anything, especially when he looks so pretty doing it.

He slows his hips, and quiets Eskels protest when he begins to press a finger in alongside his cock and Eskel practically melts back against him as he tries to push his hips back to take more of him. Vesemir just tells him that Lambert still has some making up to do but that doesnt mean he and Geralt can't look after him and Eskel comes at the words and at two fingers pressed in his hole as well as Vesemirs cock.

From that day Lambert never moans about anything Eskel gets again as its own torture watching Vesemir and Geralt fuck Eskel together whilst he can only watch. Oof course Eskel paws at his dick but as before Vesemir won't let him suck off Lambert again, only lets him suck the tip of his cock when he's on the edge so they can fill Eskel with come from both ends like he deserves

[phoenixkinks]

Can I send you another very long idea of mine? This time it has nothing to do with your abo story. And let me give you a hug! Thanks to you doing my homework is so much more fun! - 🐭

Please send me your long idea friend!! I haven’t been on here much, ironically because of my own homework, but I love reading everything you send <3 <3

[phoenixkinks]

Just now I reread everything that you wrote to your abo noncon. And Vesemir! I just love him! Thank you so, so, so much for writing that! I wish I could have said that sooner but I didn't have that much time. Nonetheless it's's still living in my head. So I'm hoping you won't mind that I'm going to send you everything else that my head came up with regarding your abo noncon. - 🐭

So, let's begin with my ideas for your abo noncon. It might get a bit long since it lived in my head for way to long. I guess neither Eskel, geralt nor Lambert explained the rules Jask has to follow properly. It might be something Vesemir does as soon as Jask is well enough to listen to him. Rules like no self harm or he has to do simple chores like helping in the kitchen or feeding the animals. -🐭 (1)

Another consequence of his escape attempt might be that he's never alone for longer than five minutes and even then they make sure that he's always properly cuffed to some kind of furniture. - 🐭 (2)

By the way, did you notice that ever since jask went into heat not even one of them called him by his name? I don't know wether or not this was intentional but I believe that it's very interesting. They take his name and therefore in a way his identification as a human being. Instead he's just an omega. It's just a stupid thought of mine, but what do think about them using his name only when he misbehaves. - 🐭 (3)

That way they can use it as a clear warning that shouldn't he stop he will be punished. I kinda imagine Ves coming up with that idea. The way you wrote him (by the way, I love his authority compared with a bit of humanity) makes me believe that unlike his pups he's the kind of person who would think about punishment that doesn't consist solely of pain. -🐭 (4)

Another opportunity of such a warning would be that Jask has to decide about his own behavior and think about the consequences. That would mean that he's completely responsible for his own behavior. Now that we're talking about Vesemir. What if Jask becomes quite attached to him after being saved from freezing to death by him. - 🐭 (5)

I'm guessing that the other witchers might be a little bit jealous about that and acting rougher than usual. Would Jask maybe accept his role as their omega better if there's Vesemir who stops the others before they go to far? What about the end of that winter? Jaskier might behave more or less until then and becoming more and more used to treatment. - 🐭 (6)

But he might still hope to leave with Geralt and then escape as soon as possible. One evening the Eskel, Geralt, Lambert and Vesemir discuss Jaskiers future while he's just there with them. And they decide to keep him (I'm not sure what would better: leaving him with vesemir or letting geralt take him with him or letting the boys exchange Jask throughout the season). - 🐭 (7)

And Jask just reacts in a very bad way and breaks their rules when he realizes that his only hope is lost. Lambert handles the punishment and Jask begs Ves to help him. But Ves is just like 'to be a good omega again you have to admit your mistakes and take your punishment like a big boy' all the while petting his head in an attempt to calm him down. I imagine this as the one moment where Jaskier truly breaks, loses all his hope and becomes their omega. Sorry that it got so long! - 🐭 (9/9)

Hhhhh you my friend are a genius. Pls never apologize for sending me things, I love it. The longer the better. Though it looks like ask 8 got lost? No info seems to be missing though so it might be you numbered them wrong.  Anyway this is just gonna be me rambling back at you about my ideas for the next installment, but eventually I’ll get around to actually writing it. 

I’m so glad you noticed the name thing! That was completely intentional. The boys are attempting to deprive Jas of his humanity, so they never call him by his name. I like the idea of them calling him his name when he’s in trouble, in that way where you know if your mom starts yelling your full name you’re in deep shit, but I don’t think they’d use “Jaskier” for that. Since the point is to dehumanize him by calling him only omega, calling him by his chosen name when he’s in trouble could end up being more of a reward, reminding him of who he used to be and encouraging bad behavior. Instead, they (usually Ves, he is the Daddy after all) call him Julian when he’s in trouble. It gives the whole thing more of a sense of “naughty misbehaving child” than calling him Jaskier would.

On that note, Daddy!Vesemir is my favorite thing. And Daddy!Ves understands the importance of making your unwilling baby boy love you. Love is such a better way to gain obedience than fear, after all. So his punishments are more about ensuring that Jas knows his place instead of making him suffer, like punishing him for escaping by making him ride his cock. Really this kind of punishment is more enjoyable for everyone, except maybe Lambert, the sadist. Also I think Vesemir’s method of making sure Jaskier doesn’t try to escape again is less about keeping him handcuffed and more about keeping him knotted. He wakes up with a knot in him, he goes to sleep with a knot in him, he’s used regularly throughout the day, often warming their cocks with his mouth or hole. When he isn’t being used, he’s plugged up, something that grazes up against his prostate whenever he moves so he’s constantly aroused. It does the dual job of keeping him from escaping and keeping him suggestable. 

I also love the idea of the pups getting jealous and being rougher with Jaskier than they would be otherwise. Lambert especially would get sulky, since he isn’t allowed to punish Jaskier. But Ves keeping them in line just reinforces his status as Daddy, and Jaskier is so emotionally starved bc Daddy Issues™ that he soaks up all the affection like a goddamn sponge. 

Even with all that, he’s still hoping they’ll let him go at the end of winter, or at least he’ll go down the mountain with one of them and be able to make his escape. So when he overhears them deciding on the year’s plans, while he’s warming Ves’s cock in his mouth of course, and they decide he’ll stay with Vesemir at the keep, he freaks out. He knows he should bide his time or whatever, but the thought of spending a whole year trapped in this godforsaken keep is enough to have him thrashing, pulling off of Ves’s cock and spitting insults, trying to run. He doesn’t get far at all, obviously. Next thing he knows he’s getting worked over with Lambert’s riding crop and his Daddy won’t even look at him. When it ends, Jaskier is sobbing and Vesemir picks him up and carries him to bed, soothing him as he grips at his Daddy. 

It breaks him, not because he thinks he’ll never be able to escape again, but because he doesn’t want to. He needs his Daddy’s love too much to even think about running away.

[darkbard]

thanks for taking prompts!! if it interests you: geraskier & public humiliation

The tavern is packed. Jaskier smiles. It’ll be a good night for tips.

And perhaps a good night for something else.

He follows Geralt as he settles into a booth near the back, slipping in beside him rather than across. The witcher raises an eyebrow, as though he’s about to question it, until his eyes slip down to the curve of Jaskier’s smirk. Geralt wets his lip.

Jaskier grabs the attention of a buxom young barmaid as she passes near.

“Anything I can get you, sirs?”

“Thank you, my sweet lady. I’ll have your soup with bread and a double portion of your beef with potatoes and vegetables for my dear friend.” He pets Geralt’s arm where it rests on the table with a distinctly condescending air. “And ale for us both, please!”

Her eyes flicker between the two of them, Geralt’s head subtly bowed and looking at the table. “Of course,” she says, scurrying back to the kitchen.

Jaskier’s hand slides up his arm casually, coming to rest against the back of his neck. “What do you think, love?” His voice is a low murmur. “Are you going to be my good boy?”

“Yes,” Geralt breathes.

Jaskier beams at him, squeezing the scruff of his neck before dropping his hand beneath the table. Long, clever fingers travel up his thigh, tantalizing, cupping his balls through his trousers before lightly tracing his covered cock.

Geralt muffles a groan as Jaskier fondles him, looking around at their clueless witnesses.

When the barmaid approaches laden with their food and drinks, Jaskier says, “Geralt, help the young lady with all those dishes! There’s a good boy,” as soon as she’s within earshot. Geralt climbs over Jaskier in the booth to follow the command, his erection apparent as he helps the flustered girl set down the dishes.

“Thank you so much!” Jaskier says brightly, sliding further into the booth so Geralt can sit on the outside. Jaskier grabs his fork and immediately commandeers Geralt’s plate, bringing a forkful of food to the witcher’s mouth. “That good, love?”

Geralt nods. “Thank you,” he grumbles, glancing around nervously.

“You’re so very welcome.” Jaskier smiles, spearing another bite. “Now rub yourself through your trousers, love.” He feeds him the bite, wiping a stray smudge off his lip.

They continue on, Jaskier feeding Geralt and himself in turns as the witcher struggles to maintain his composure. “What do you think they’re all thinking?” Jaskier muses, brazenly making eye contact with a man a table away who’d been watching curiously. “That the big scary witcher can’t eat his meal without help? Or do you think they’ve guessed the truth of it? That you’re my good boy, that you don’t do anything without my permission because you love it, you crave the ease of surrender, knowing that I’ll take care of you?”

Geralt whimpers.

“That’s right, love.” Jaskier drinks the dregs of his soup, wiping the bowl with his bread. “Now take your cock out and stroke yourself, love. Careful, though, don’t want everyone to see you, do you?” He holds a fork full at Geralt’s mouth, smirking at him.

He sighs as Geralt chews the bite, the minute movements of the visible portion of his arms above the table hinting at his hesitant motions below. “That feels lovely, doesn’t it?” He sneaks a hand to cover Geralt’s for a moment, jacking his cock together. “Gods but you’re hard. Not close already, are you, love?”

Geralt shakes his head, but the straining of his jaw betrays him.

Jaskier laughs. “I love how you get off on this. It’s so very lovely, darling.” He thumbs over the head of Geralt’s cock, collecting the bead of precome before casually bringing his hand back above the table, bringing the wetted thumb to Geralt’s lip. “Suck.”

He thinks for a moment Geralt might refuse him when he sees his horrified expression, the darting of his eyes about the room. But after a shaking breath, he quickly opens his lips to Jaskier’s thumb, tongue immediately swiping it clean.

“My perfect boy,” Jaskier marvels, stroking his cheek with the wet thumb, smearing a line of Geralt’s own spit across his face. “So good for me, so obedient even when you don’t want to.” Jaskier sits up a little taller in the booth, straightening his doublet. “Now, I’m going to sing for a while, love. After all, I need to earn some coin if I’m to spoil my darling boy! You’re to keep touching yourself while I perform. You’re not to come, and you’re not to stop, not even if someone comes to the table to speak with you. Understood?”

Geralt gives a terse nod.

“Hmm, afraid I didn’t hear you, love.”

“Yes.”

Jaskier smiles at him. “Wonderful! Wish me luck, darling.” Trapped between the witcher and the wall, Jaskier slips beneath the table, stopping to suckle briefly at the exposed cockhead and earn an audible moan, before sliding out the other side of the booth, grabbing his lute as he heads toward the center of the room.

Gaining the attention of a crowd this large is often a struggle, so Jaskier strikes a chord and begins his lustiest, filthiest drinking song that’s got the room shout-singing along by the end. He performs as he always does, to his entire audience, but anytime there’s a particularly obscene line his eyes flicker back to Geralt, his golden gaze fixed on Jaskier, arm tensing slightly, mouth a bit ajar.

The witcher looks more and more wrecked with every song, and it sends a thrill of delight down Jaskier’s spine. He’s beautiful, strung out and desperate and blushing, despite his insistence time and time again that witchers don’t blush.

The blush grows deepest as Jaskier nears the end of his set and he sees the barmaid return to the table to clear the dishes. Geralt visibly startles when she speaks, so distracted by obeying his orders, and he’s shaking thoroughly by the time she heads back to the kitchen, empty plates in tow.

Jaskier has what can only be considered a stroke of genius.

“For my final song, my good people, I bring you the tale of the devil of Posada–” Jaskier grins at the look of sheer horror on Geralt’s face as he realizes what’s about to happen–“a fearsome beast who plagued the Valley of the Flowers until defeated by the White Wolf, the greatest of witchers, Geralt of Rivia! Now, ladies and gentlemen, you’ve all been so generous to me this evening and I am eternally grateful, but I would be remiss not to alert you to the hero himself in your midst, that you might show him the same kindness you’ve shown me! Why, this very evening he slew a water hag and a nest of nekkers outside your city walls to protect you and your children from harm! And so I give you my last song, my dear friends, and I implore you to...toss a coin to your witcher,” and into the song he launches.

It doesn’t take long for the first brave soul to approach the table with coin and a word of thanks. Geralt looks absolutely mortified as he nods curtly in thanks, his right arm absolutely trembling as he works himself over. It’s perfect.

By the end of the song, the table is littered with gold. Jaskier bows, puts his lute in its case and collects his own tips before returning to the ashen-faced witcher.

Jaskier immediately begins collecting the coin on the table for him with a grin. “Enjoy yourself, darling?” he asks.

“You’re a menace,” Geralt grits out. The hand not busy beneath the table is balled in a tight, shaking, white fist.

Jaskier laughs, leaning close. “Make yourself presentable and follow me.”

Geralt fumbles with his trousers beneath the table, snatching Jaskier’s lute to carry in front of him as he follows the bard out a side door and into the cold night air of a dark alley.

Jaskier presses behind him, snaking a hand to pull out his cock and jerk him furiously. Within seconds he’s coming with a cry, his cum coating Jaskier’s hand and the brick wall before him. He crumples boneless into Jaskier’s arms as he struggles to catch his breath, opening his mouth automatically when the bard presents his hand to lick clean.

“An absolute menace,” he pants before pulling Jaskier into a delicious kiss.

(ao3)

[witchertrashparty]

Horny thoughts? Monster Geralt. Maybe he’s a werewolf or a leshen, anything like that. Just fucking the hell out of 16yo Jaskier who was sacrificed to him, getting him all swollen with cum, breeding him up. (Also I have another idea which you’ll hopefully like, I’ll send it in a bit, sorry for the spam >.<)- 🐼

hnnnn, a leshen, fuck.

geralt is the ancient spirit of the forest and the village has been giving him sacrifices ever since people first settled here. they give him fruit and vegetables, grain, meat, sometimes even necklaces of glass beads, precious stones, delicate gold chains, hoping to buy his mercy and protection with their offerings. Geralt doesn’t really have much use for a lot of these things, but he sees their intent behind it, giving him something they could have kept for themselves to show him their respect - and he’s willing to let them hunt unharmed in his woods and even swears to himself to protect the village from outside harm.

it works out well - until there comes a rough year, rougher than any other. For the first time ever, the villagers don’t have anything to spare for their forest spirit, all of them half-starved and desperate. their crops have died and they would need to hunt in the forest to survive the winter - hunt much more than they have ever taken from Geralt, and with nothing to give him in return, only the promise of a big offering the next year - if their misfortune won’t return.

geralt doesn’t really have the concept of a long time debt, and he really isn’t too keen on letting the villagers bleed his forest dry -

the council decides to sacrifice a person to Geralt.

they won’t sacrifice an elder, not wanting the spirit to feel slighted - they pick from those still full of life, at the height of their strength or at least coming into it. Julian - or, Jaskier, as he prefers to be called - draws the short straw.

they dress him up in the nicest clothes they can put together, paint his eyes with ashes for they don’t have kohl and pinch his cheeks and lips until they redden. Then, they tie his hands behind his back and lead him to where they usually leave their gifts for geralt. they tie Jaskier to a tree, so he doesn’t run, sing a prayer and leave him alone, trembling with fear.

Jaskier’s heart hammers against his ribcage, the sound terribly loud in the silence of the forest. he expects to be killed, to be ripped apart and devoured, and he weeps, mourning the life he won’t ever get to live.

he nearly jumps out of his skin when geralt appears. he finds there is no need for the rope, because he’s paralyzed with fear.

the leshen is huge, at least twice as tall as Jaskier. it’s body seems to be wooden; its hands end in long, sharp claws. it wears a bit of leather, secured around its waist with frayed rope. on its head, a deer’s skull with a very ipressive set of antlers sits, white with age, and beneath it, hidden in shadow what seems to be the leshen’s face. it’s a thing crudely carved into rough bark, but it looks somewhat human - except for those yellow glowing eyes, slitted like a cat’s.

geralt knows why this boy is here - he’s a sacrifice. the villagers probably think he’ll be devoured - and judging by the overwhelming smell of fear coming from the boy, he must be thinking the same - but that’s not what geralt wants him for.

“don’t be afraid, little one,” geralt says, and to jaskier it sounds little like the creak of old wood. “I won’t eat you.” he reaches for the rope that ties him to the tree and cuts it with his claws, leaving jaskier free to run, showing his good will.

jaskier is hesitant, though. “and what will you do with me?”

geralt gently grasps him in his hands, careful not to scratch him with his talons, and brings him closer to his face, looking him over. he nods to himself when he finds the boy satisfactory. “i will mate you,” he explains. “i will breed you, and you will carry my children, little one.”

jaskier squawks and struggles in geralt’s grip, even though it’s futile. “what - but - i’m a boy! not a girl!“

“doesn’t matter,” geralt assures him. “all members of your species are able to carry my children.”

jaskier swallows, and stays quiet. Geralt carries him to his lair, the small cave that’s the closest thing he has to a home - or, more like a warehouse, since his home is the entire forest, and this is just where he keeps all the gifts he gets - but he knows that he has to offer a fixed place of comfort to his mate, since the little one has to be kept warm and safe to be healthy and he has to be healthy to carry geralt’s children.

there are warm furs strewn on the ground, and he lays the human on them. the boy struggles to sit up, his hands still bound behind his back - geralt forgot about those. he turns the boy to lie on his side and cuts the rope with his claw, careful not to hurt the human’s delicate hands.

“thank you,” the boy whispers as he rubs the rope marks on his wrists. he still smells afraid, but not as much as before.

“would you like something to eat?” geralt asks.

the boy’s eyes go wide with surprise - though, to geralt, it seems to be a good kind of surprise. “oh, yes please,” he breathes. “I’m starving.”

geralt searches for something a human might be able to eat - he finds dried meat and fruit, nuts, honey - and presents the feast to the boy. the human scarfs it down, the food gone in a moment, and only when he’s licking his fingers clean, he seems to remeber - “uh, thank you. for that.”

geralt gives him the closest he gets to a smile.

“um, my name is Jaskier - i mean, Julian, but - but i do prefer Jaskier - “

“buttercup,” geralt says. “it suits you, little one. pretty and bright and delicate, but there’s more to it than meets the eye. i’m geralt.”

jaskier flushes a pretty shade of pink. “thank you, geralt.” there’s only the faintest trace of fear in his scent, now. he’s quiet, obviously fighting with himself to ask a question - geralt waits, patient, until jaskier finds his voice and asks in a small voice, “will it... hurt, when you mate me?”

“yes,” geralt admits, “but only a little. i will make an effort to minimize your pain, and to bring you as much pleasure as i can.”

something intrigued, excited blooms in jaskier’s scent. “and when I carry your children? will that hurt?”

“It won’t hurt any more than it hurts human women that carry human men’s children,” geralt says, “and i will bring you remedies for any pain or sickness you might experience. so no, you won’t be hurting.”

jaskier gives him a shy smile. “are we going to start now?”

“we can wait a little, if you want to take some time to acclimatize,” geralt allows, “but i would like you to be bred up before the first frost. we’d have to wait ‘til the spring otherwise - “

“I have no idea why that sounded as hot as it did,” jaskier mutters, and then he tells geralt, “we can start now.”

geralt’s claws make quick  work of jaskier’s clothes. the boy frowns at this, but geralt knows he’ll have no use for clothes during his stay with geralt, since the spirit will keep him naked to be always easily accesible, wrapped only in furs to stay warm. the boy is skin and bone, obviously he wasn’t exaggerating when he told him he’s starving - he proobably hasn’t had a full belly in a long time, always half-hungry so that everyone would get at least something to eat -

“with me, you will never be hungry again,” geralt promises. “I’ll keep you well-fed, little one, i’ll take care of you.”

“thank you,” jaskier says. “that sounds nice.”

geralt touches him carefully, keeping his claws light on his pale skin, so they only lightly scratch and don’t cut - jaskier wriggles under these touches, his flush spreading from his face down to his chest, his nipples hardning, his cock plumping up -

“you need to prepare yourself,” geralt tells him, giving him a vial of linseed oil that the villagers gave him time ago. “i can’t do it, i’d hurt you.”

jaskier takes the vial and slicks up his fingers. he doesn’t hesitate much - he teases himself open, and then slips in the first finger. He sighs.

“have you done this before?” geralt asks.

“a few times,” jaskier agrees, fucking himself with one finger. “alone... and with friends.”

geralt is glad that his mate has a little experience with these things. it always goes better when one knows what to expect. jaskier adds a second finger, scissoring them, allowing geralt a glimpse inside -

geralt tugs at the rope keeping his leather covering in place until it comes undone and the leather falls to the ground.

Jaskier lets out a surprised gasp.

geralt’s cock is big, but it has a distinctly human shape - the only thing off about it is that it’s green. with his free hand, jaskier reaches out to touch it. he runs his fingers over it, gives it a little squeeze - it doesn’t feel entirely like human flesh, jaskier suspects it might be plant matter, but it has a head with a slit that drips transluescent, sticky fluid and a foreskin that can be moved back and forth, and beneath it hangs a pair of balls, just as green as the dick, so it is close enough -

jaskier gets to his third finger, and then, after another look spared to geralt’s massive length, he ads a fourth, stretching himself as far as he’ll go.

they line up geralt’s green cock with jaskier’s gaping hole. geralt presses in, slowly, letting jaskier adjust. Jaskier relaxes and lets geralt into his body, inch by inch, until he finally feels the rough bark of geralt’s thighs brush against his ass.

geralt gives and experimental thrust, and when the only thing it does is to wring a moan of pleasure out of jaskier, he decides it’s safe to go on. they quickly find a rhythm, geralt pounding jaskier’s ass and jaskier moving his hips to meet his movements. jaskier whines and wails as he’s fucked, chanting geralt’s name as if it is his own personal prayer - and perhaps it is - until geralt spills inside him.

Jaskier is about to complain about not being granted an orgasm as well, but then geralt pulls out, flips him on his belly and fucks right back into him,  picking up right where he left off. jaskier sneaks his hand between his legs and strokes himself in time with geralt’s thrusts - the next time the forest spirit comes, jaskier does as well.

that’s when he notices -

his belly is definitely more pronounced than it was before.

geralt starts fucking him again, hard and fast, hammering away at jaskier’s insides, and jaskier decides not to thing about his stomach just yet and stroke his dick back to hardness -

but the next time geralt comes into him, he can see the bulge getting bigger and it clicks - he’s so full of geralt’s cum that he’s swelling with it. “fuck,” he cries, “fuck, geralt - “

“yes, little one?”

“I’m stuffed so full i look pregnant already!” jaskier exclaims.

geralt hums, curious, and rolls his mate back on his back. he looks over jaskier’s belly, traces the shape of it with his claw.

“Little one,” he chuckles, “you are nowhere near being ‘full’.”

jaskier looks down at the considerable bulge of his stomach. Nowhere near... he shivers, but it’s not a bad shiver. “Oh, shit,” he moans, “fuck, go on, come on, get me full - “

geralt obliges.

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Hmm, How about.. Jaskier being used (willingly) as part of a deal for a bunch of werewolves to leave an area, Gangbanged by the whole pack, being pumped full by knot after knot. All the while Geralt is there, praising and fucking his mouth, and when they're all done, he fucks Jaskier's loose hole, trying to get all the come out with just his cock before spending the rest of the night fucking the bard.

Thanks for the prompt, Red! Had a bit of trouble starting this one, but once it got going, whoo boy it went some places. I deviated a bit with the Geralt/Jaskier stuff, hope that’s alright. Hope you enjoy!

~

Jaskier wasn’t sure what to expect when he accompanied Geralt to the middle of the woods to negotiate with a werewolf pack, but he wasn’t expecting to take an active role.

And he definitely wasn’t expecting to be standing naked in the middle of the clearing, about to be pounded by literal monster cocks. Apparently the wolves could smell the spend still dripping out of him from when he and Geralt had fucked earlier that day, and wanted to try out the White Wolf’s bitch for themselves.

Not the weirdest way he’s ever been propositioned, to be honest. 

He’d jumped at the chance, unrepentant slut that he was, but standing there with the wolf-men surrounding him, staring at him as if they weren’t sure whether to fuck him or eat him, he was starting to get a bit nervous. But Geralt was there, Geralt wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him. Jaskier steeled himself and nodded, signaling it was time to start.

The leader (did they really call him the alpha? How cliche) got first dibs, manhandling him onto his knees, ass in the air. Geralt had slicked him up real good with oil just a few minutes ago, but any prep seemed insignificant with the giant cock he’d got a glimpse of prodding at his hole. It had to be the size of his forearm, bigger than anything he’d ever taken before. Not tensing up at the prospect of that spearing him open was nigh on impossible. 

Of course the werewolf didn’t bother waiting for him to calm. The moment his giant cock began pressing in, it was almost too much. The bard’s nerves lit up with pain and pleasure, mingling and causing him to gasp and writhe, trying to escape the inexorable stretch. It was futile, the clawed hands on his hips preventing anything but the tiniest of movements, but he couldn’t stop the instinctive reaction. It felt like he was getting torn in two, every movement blissful agony. And it just seemed to go on, and on, and on. 

By the time he felt coarse hair brush up against the backs of his thighs, he was panting like he’d been running for hours, fighting to relax his muscles enough so that the bliss of being penetrated overrode the pain of the stretch. He only had a moment to wonder if his poor little asshole had torn before the cock was retreating again, taking his organs along with it.

That’s what it felt like, at least. Like he was being hollowed out, the lack of ample slick meaning that he could feel the friction against the walls of his channel. He whined at the emptiness left behind, before the cock began thrusting in once more and beginning the process anew.

With each thrust, it became easier, his insides parting more quickly, more eagerly yielding to the monster inside of him, and soon he was getting properly pounded, moaning like a bitch in heat. On each thrust, the cockhead would scrape against his sweetspot, making him go cross-eyed in pleasure, hips bucking against the hold, this time trying to get more. He was acting like a filthy slut and he knew it, getting reamed like it was his life that depended on it.

The thrusts became erratic, and he knew the alpha was close to coming. But what he hadn’t expected was the already huge dick to begin to expand at the base, becoming more and more difficult to take. When the wolf thrust in one last time, he could feel the bump expand one last time, stretching his hole out to impossible widths as it spilled inside, pumping Jaskier full of cum. As he sagged forward, he felt the tug against his hole, too wide for the tight muscle to take. Holy shit, he was knotted! Like a proper bitch in heat. The idea made his dick twitch, but he’d had his fair share of gangbangs. If he came this early on, he’d be passed out from overstimulation long before it finished.

Instead he worked on catching his breath, putting his hand on his lower belly to feel the little bulge that had formed there from the cock and cum. Feeling like he’d been bred good and proper, he settled in, figuring it would take a few minutes at least before the wolf’s knot would go down and the next one could take over.

But the creature inside of him apparently had other ideas. 

Suddenly he was being tilted upright, the wolf shifting so he was perched in its lap. He opened his eyes, confused, only to be brought face-to-face (or would it be head-to-head? face-to-head?) with another giant wolf dick. 

Oh Melitele, they were planning on fucking his throat.

Geralt appeared at his side. “If you don’t want this, just say. We only agreed to your ass.”

Jaskier, touched, considered. If Geralt hadn’t told him it was his choice, he would’ve said fuck no and started yelling, but knowing it was his decision…

“No, it’s alright. As long as they back off when I start pushing I’m willing to give it a shot.”

And then the largest cock he’d ever seen was thrusting into his mouth. 

He could barely get the tip in without gagging, but he was nothing if not determined, licking all around it and relaxing his throat, trying to take even an inch more, while his hands worked the rest of its considerable girth. He was so focused on his task that he didn’t even notice the knot in his ass going down until it was being pulled out of him, and he was maneuvered onto his hands and knees so the next cock could line up and thrust in while he still worked the one in his mouth.

The slide was significantly easier this time around, the copious amounts of werewolf spend slicking the way, and soon he was getting bounced between the two, choking on the one in his mouth as it battered the delicate back of his throat while the one in his ass battered his delicate insides. 

He had no idea how long it had been when the cock in his mouth was pulled out and he was sprayed with cum, mouth hanging open to catch as much as possible. It tasted vile, but still he licked up every drop, desperate for it. Another wolf took the first’s place, and he got back to work, the cock in his hole never ceasing its constant pounding. 

After that he lost track of time. He was a ragdoll, being moved for the wolves’ pleasure with no regard for his needs. He came at one point with a high-pitched moan, but he only barely noticed, just more cum spattered across his skin, the wolves not even pausing. He got knotted over and over, filling him up more each time, making him swell like he had caught, like he was carrying their pups. If he’d had the ability to talk, too delirious from pleasure to say a word even when his mouth wasn’t full of monster dick, he’d be egging them on, telling them to fuck their pups into him, he looked so pretty full of their cum, he’d look even prettier full of their children. Jaskier had never had a breeding kink before, but now he thought that this may have awakened something in him.

When the final knot went down and pulled out, leaving him emptier than he’d ever felt before, he collapsed into Geralt’s waiting arms. He was spent, sated, and covered in cum inside and out, too exhausted to so much as lift a finger, but when he looked into his lover’s hungry eyes, he knew he wasn’t done yet.

His witcher praised him, telling him how well he took it, how beautiful he looked, how proud he was of him as he laid him out on his back and spread his thighs.

“Melitele, Jaskier,” he groaned as he got a good look at the bard’s ruined hole for the first time, loose and red and continuously leaking monster spend. “You’re so loose I bet I could shove my fist up you and you wouldn’t even notice.” He pushed his cock inside and laughed. “I can barely feel you around my cock. So loose, Jask. You’ll have to have a cock up you at all times from now on, just so your insides don’t fall out. And look at this cum belly.” he slapped at it, “Wonder if you’ll get stretch marks, like a pregnant woman.” Jaskier moaned at that, feebly trying to spread his thighs wider. “You like that? Being a breeding bitch for a bunch of monsters? Whore.” He said it lovingly, but also like he meant it.

Geralt grabbed his cock, and he tried to buck, but only managed to squirm a little. “Saw you come at least three times, but looks like your slutty cock still wants to be played with.” The witcher jacked him roughly, making sparks dance over his eyes, until he was coming, tightening down around the thick cock inside him. Geralt moaned and thrust harder, coming in only a couple more strokes, filling him with even more spend.

Geralt collapsed next to him, both panting. In a bit, they’d have to move, to find a river and clean all the cum off them, get Jaskier a drink to replace all the fluids he lost, figure out what to do about his gaping hole, but in that moment  they just lay there revelling in the best sex either of them had ever had.

Yeah, they were definitely gonna have to do that again sometime. 

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First of all I wanna give you a welcoming hug! And your witcher abo noncon was so good! I didn't know I needed that, but now I want a continuation. Like what happens after Jasks heat wears off? He seems like he would try to run away even if it's in the middle of the winter. And what do you think would Vesemir do when he finds out what his wolves where up to? Maybe join them? Maybe he is the one catching Jask should he decide to run away? They definitely would have to punish Jask fo doing so -🐭

Thank you!! I’m glad you liked it. This kinda got away from me, and theres very little actual punishing happening here, but I hope you enjoy!

~

Jaskier came to completely naked and handcuffed to a bed.

It took him a moment to reorient himself, remember why exactly he was restrained, but as he took stock of the ache in his hole and throat and lesser-but-still-present post-heat ache in his whole body, he froze. Geralt and his brothers, whom he thought he could trust with his life, had raped him.

He didn’t remember much after the first time Lambert had knotted him. Just flashes of pleasure, interspersed by moments of semi-lucidity where the witchers fed him bits of bread and sips of water, too tired to raise his head much less fight back. No matter what, there was always someone whispering filthy praise into his ear. He didn’t remember what was said, really, just a vague sense that his Alphas were proud of him.

It made him sick to his stomach just thinking about it.

But before he had more time to dwell on his situation, the door opened. Jaskier scuttled back against the headboard, as far away as he could get with the shackle around his right wrist. The movement jostled his sore muscles and he winced, but ignored it, putting himself in a defensive pose.

Eskel was the one who came through the door, carrying a tray that looked to contain soup and water, along with some other odds and ends Jaskier couldn’t place. The man smiled at him. “Ah, you’re up! How are you feeling?”

Jaskier just bared his teeth, daring the Alpha to come any closer. He knew he was no match for a witcher, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try.

Eskel didn’t take any note of this. “I have food and medicine. How about you eat that soup for me while I look you over? Will you be a good omega for me?” 

Something about that last question sent a shiver down Jaskier’s spine, an urge to obey seemed to sweep through him. Well, he reasoned, he was handcuffed to a bed with a man who could overpower him at any moment watching his every move, and who knew what would happen if he chose to disobey. It was the smartest choice to play along for the time being.

And so he did, quietly eating his soup while the witcher looked him over, rubbing cream into the welts from Lambert’s belt and massaging tight muscles, keeping up a continuous stream of praise. Jaskier let him, trying to tell himself that the words were affecting him very little. He only put up a bit of a fight when Eskels hand slid down between his cheeks, circling his hole, but he settled once Eskel explained that he needed medicine there too.

“Your little hole hurts, doesn’t it? You were so good, taking all of our cocks for your whole heat, but now your cute little hole needs rest, and medicine. I’m sorry it’s gonna have to be empty for a while, I know how much you need cock in your cunt, but once it’s all better I promise it’ll be worth it.” Eskel whispered into his hair as he gently fingered Jaskier’s hole. Jaskier hated the words, for what they meant and also for how true they felt. He knew this was wrong, he knew it, but from his position, getting lovingly fingered by a man who smelled like comfort, it was hard to remember why.

~~~

It went on like that for three days. Eskel, or sometimes Geralt, would come in, give him food and check his healing, sometimes leaving right away and other times staying for a bit, “keeping him company” they called it. They’d unlock his wrist and rub at the sore skin, take him to the chamberpot to piss, make sure he was bathed and smelled nice. It was humiliating, but he withstood it, knowing the alternative was much less pleasant.

And then on the third day, when Eskel checked over his hole, Jaskier sitting crossways across his lap, he declared it to be healed. “Isn’t that good news, little one? Now you get to be full again.” Jaskier would have snarled, but at that moment, Eskel’s finger brushed against his sweet spot, causing him to gasp. Eskel continued to rub at that spot, making him moan and squirm. “See? Your hole is so hungry for my cock.”

The words shook him out of his pleasure induced haze. He tried to rip himself from Eskel’s lap, but the grip on his hip was too strong. He kicked his legs and yelled, beating his hands against the arm keeping him trapped, but Eskel only sighed, as if disappointed. Quick as a flash, his arms were pinned against his body and his mouth was filled with fingers, the fingers that had just been in his ass, he realized. He thrashed for a moment, before realizing he wasn’t going anywhere like this. 

Eskel tutted. “If you continue fighting your nature like this, you’re gonna get punished. Either way, I’m gonna fuck your cunt until you’re screaming in pleasure, but if you fight, afterwards I will turn you over to Lambert, to do with as he sees fit. He’s been waiting for you to be bad, you know. He’s got ideas.” 

Jaskier really didn’t want to know what a sadistic witcher with “ideas” was like, but he’d been playing docile pet for too long. He couldn’t give in to them, he refused.

So he bit down, hard.

All he got for his trouble was a backhand across the face strong enough to rattle his teeth around. 

The slap left him dazed, only coming back into awareness when he was face-up on the bed, wrists shackled spreadeagle to the bedposts. He tried to kick out, but each foot in turn was grabbed in an iron grip, leaving him unable to do anything but squirm.

The witcher’s eyes flashed dangerously. “I’m going to make this good for you, because I don’t want you associating sex with pain, but do not try me, little one. I might not be as sadistic as my brother, but I will not put up with continuous disobedience. Understand?”

Jaskier nodded fearfully.

“Out loud.”

“Yes Alpha, I understand.”

All at once, all the aggression vanished off the man’s face. “Good omega,” he crooned. “Time to fill your hole like you need.” The hands on his legs pushed them up against his chest, exposing his hole. “Aw, you’re wet for me. It seems the little omega knows exactly what he wants after all. There’s no need to be embarrassed, little one.”

Jaskier knew that it was his body reacting to his sweet spot being played with earlier, but he didn’t protest.

Eskel fingered him open more thoroughly than he’d ever been in his life. His sweet spot was brushed, played with, massaged, at every opportunity, leaving him shuddering in pleasure, hole dripping juices onto the sheets. One finger turned to two, which turned to three, and soon Eskel was fucking him with almost his whole hand, all the while telling him what a good cockslut he was, how desperate he was for his alpha’s cock, how cute his useless little cocklet looked, he didn’t even need it to come, did he? A good slut came only from his slutty hole, not his pathetic clit. “We should get you a cock cage,” the Alpha mused aloud while plunging four fingers into his cunt, “so you can’t get any stimulation at all from it. It’d be so cute, too… not now, though. maybe as a treat for being good.”

By the time Jaskier felt the tip of the Alpha’s cock against his hole, he was delirious with pleasure. Even after all the prep, he could still feel the stretch of his hole accommodating the massive cock. As the head popped in, he threw his head back, eyes rolling back in his head, moaning like the cockwhore the Alpha proclaimed him to be. 

“That’s it, little slut, let go for me. Your hole is even more perfect than I remember it, so snug and delicious. Taking so much effort to not just sheath myself inside you. Later, once your hole is more used to us, I’ll be able to just thrust in, no prep needed. Good sluts are available at any moment, and you’re a good slut, aren’t you?”

Jaskier just moaned as more and more of the cock was worked inside of him. It felt like it was splitting him open in the best possible way. He shifted his hips, trying to get more cock inside, and the Alpha chuckled darkly and obliged.

He was much more in his right mind than during his heat, but that just meant he felt like a dirty, shameful whore as he spread his legs and came on the Alpha’s knot.

~~~

Lambert’s punishment was brutal, but it just reinforced his resolve to get out. So he bided his time, waiting for one of them to make a mistake.

The fucking became regular after that, one or more of the witchers coming into his room and unceremoniously shoving their cocks in his holes. Jaskier became numb to it all, Eskel’s praise having just as much weight as Lambert’s insults, or at least that’s what he tried to tell himself. He acted out regularly, the pain helping to keep his will strong. 

His moment came a couple weeks later. Geralt had just finished knotting him and had wandered off to get a snack, assuming him to be unconscious and not bothering with restraints or locking the door. Seeing an opportunity, he pushed himself up, standing on wobbly, fawn-like legs. Cum continuously dripped out of his cunt as he made his way towards the front door, leaving his thighs and the floor underneath him sticky with it. Somehow, nobody noticed him or his cum-trail, and he made it to the door undetected. 

Pushing the door open, Jaskier realized he’d made a terrible mistake.

It was freezing, snow piled up almost as high as his knees, the warmth of the sun obscured by clouds. And he was as naked as the day he was born, not a single layer to protect him from the harsh elements.

There was no going back now. They’d know he’d tried to escape by the smell alone, and he might never get an opportunity like this again. Besides, freezing to death in the woods of Kaer Morhen valley was better than becoming the wolves’ mindless sexdoll.

Resolved, he took his first step out into the snow.

He wasn’t sure how long it was before he was too numb to move, but it wasn’t all that long. He fell to his knees, but he barely felt it. He’d never really put much thought into how he’d die, he mused, but he wished it was with a tad more dignity than freezing to death in the middle of the day with cum still leaking out of his ass.

There was someone in front of him, talking he thinks but he couldn’t make out what they were saying. They grabbed him by the biceps and hauled him to his feet again, making him whimper. Then he was pulled against a warm chest, one burning hot arm around his back and another under his knees. He relaxed, snuggling against the chest. The man, it must be a man, said something, the chest rumbling pleasantly under his ear, and it soothed him straight to sleep.

~~~

When he woke up again, he was much warmer, large arms still holding him. He made a contented little sound and snuggled deeper into the neck his face was buried in, rubbing his nose and cheek to scent it. The smell was familiar, but wasn’t one of the witchers who had hurt him, so that meant he was safe. Probably.

The man chuckled, stroking his back. “Wake up, little one,” he said softly, fondly.

Jaskier opened his eyes blearily, shuffling back a bit so he could see around him. They were sitting in a cushy chair next to a roaring fire, in what he recognized to be the study of the keep. That meant he was still in Kaer Morhen, he noted with no small amount of disappointment. But that must mean the man holding him was Vesemir, the witchers’ teacher, who’d been stranded by the same storm that led to Jaskier’s stay at the keep. 

The Alpha’s hand moved to the base of his neck, massaging the scent glands there. “Hello little one. My boys have been filling me in on what I missed while I was stranded. It seems you’ve had a bit of an adventure.”

Jaskier nodded, the combination of the near death experience, the fact that he was only half awake, and the massage slowing his brain down to syrup. 

“You were frightened, weren’t you? Those big, bad Alphas hurt you and scared you. But they didn’t mean to, you know. They’re just pups, they don’t know any better. They just wanted to make sure you felt good.”

Jaskier frowned. That didn’t sound right. But the touch on his neck suddenly got more insistent, rubbing harder, and he relaxed back into it, forgetting his concern.

“There you go, be a good boy for Daddy.” The Alpha’s other hand started to trail up and down his body, squeezing his thighs, tracing his ribs, sweeping up and down his back. It felt so good. 

When the Alpha’s (what had he called himself? Daddy?) hand rested a bit lower, right above the swell of his ass, his eyes fluttered closed. He could feel himself starting to get wet. That’d never happened before, getting wet before his cock or hole was even touched. He stifled a moan.

“Now, you ran away and put yourself in danger. Usually there’d be consequences for that, but since my boys haven’t been treating you well enough and since you almost froze, I think we can be lighter on the punishment this time. So, your punishment for breaking the rules and endangering yourself is to fuck yourself on your Daddy’s cock until we both come.”

That didn’t sound like much of a punishment. In fact, it sounded like the best idea ever. The Omega smiled widely and nodded, making his Daddy chuckle. The next thing he knew, he was positioned over Daddy’s cock, the head kissing his already stretched and loose hole. His hands came up to grip at the large shoulder in front of him, thighs shaking a bit from holding himself so high.

“Now, I’m not going to be able to help you, since this is your punishment, but I’ll support you, okay?” 

Jaskier nodded, and started slowly lowering himself down, using his hands on his Daddy’s shoulders as anchor points. Without any prep besides being fucked hours ago, it took him a while to get the cock into his hole, but once he did it was electric. The stretch was just on the wrong side of too much, and he had to stop for a second to adjust, but somehow it still felt amazing. In no time at all, Jaskier was lowering himself farther and farther onto his Daddy’s cock, spearing himself open. As he got closer to the base, he realized that his legs were shaking, barely able to hold his weight. The burn in his thighs was worse than the burn in his cunt.

Almost the moment he realized that, his muscles gave out, leaving him to take the last couple inches all at once. The noise he made was close to inhuman, the pain of moving too fast combining with the pleasure of being filled to create something like nothing the Omega had felt before. He let out a whine, stopping for a long moment to collect himself before setting to his task.

He quickly realized that his thighs were too weak to be of any use. He could only raise himself up the tiniest bit before his thighs gave out again and he was forced back down. But how was he supposed to fuck himself if he could barely move?

Starting to panic a bit, he shot a pleading look at Vesemir, who only smiled back at him. “Daddy…” he let out a whine, high and thready.

“Yes, baby boy?” 

“My thighs.” Big hands immediately went to caress said thighs.

“What about your thighs, little one? You have to use your words to ask for things or we won’t know what you mean.”

“They hurt. Can’t lift me.” the Omega’s usual eloquence was gone, only moans and whimpers and short little sentence fragments remaining.

“Oh, I see. Do you need help from your Daddy?”

He nodded, suddenly shy. “Please, Daddy.”

“Good omega,” Daddy cooed, “thank you for telling me you needed help. I know we said you’d do it yourself, but you tried so hard, and you asked for help. I think that means you deserve a reward, don’t you?”

With that, his Daddy took him by the hips and began to move him up and down. It was softer, gentler than anything he had experienced so far at the keep, and he melted into it. Daddy never pulled him very far off his cock, instead using his hands on Jaskier’s hips to make him grind and move in little circles. It felt like heaven.

He was almost disappointed when he felt the waves of pleasure cresting. He didn’t want it to end. But then he was coming, Vesemir following close behind. The feeling of a knot swelling in his cunt made him smile in satisfaction, practically purring. 

As they came back down from their highs, the Omega’s eyelids became heavier and heavier. A hand came up to his neck, guiding him to Daddy’s shoulder, where he snuggled in and promptly fell asleep.

[phoenixkinks]

So this was never supposed to see the light of day and long as hell besides, but this blog needs more content, so! Some Witcher noncon A/B/O goodness.

Jaskier hadn’t planned to spend the winter at Kaer Morhen. It just happened. 

A cold snap hit earlier than anyone was expecting, leaving Geralt no choice to start the path up to the keep or be stranded. Luckily, they’d already been at the base of the mountain when it hit, but unluckily, Jaskier didn’t have the supplies or coin to make it to Oxenfurt or find somewhere else to hunker down for the season. 

When Geralt grunted out the offer to join the Witchers in their home, Jaskier was ecstatic. As such, he didn’t think before jumping on the offer with the excitement of a child on a sweet. 

He didn’t stop to consider any… consequences of accepting. 

“No, no, no…” Jaskier rooted around in the pouch he kept his emergency backup suppressants in as if that would make them magically appear, suddenly remembering using the last emergency dosage during a particularly long stint in the wilderness this past summer. He cursed himself for forgetting that he always stocked up in his favorite apothecary in Oxenfurt since the kind woman there never asked questions, and he had a habit of going too long between doing so just so he could avoid the disapproving gazes and scathing tongues of Omega healers. 

Finally, he gave up on finding the clearly not present herbs and began to pace. 

“Okay Jaskier, you’re smart, you can figure this out, you’re just trapped in a building with three Alphas, none of which know you’re an Omega, without any way of stopping a heat which means it’ll start any day now. Fuck!” He pulled at his hair in stress, before taking a deep breath. 

“Okay, it’s okay. It’s just Geralt and his brothers. The most honorable Alpha you've ever met and his family. No reason to fear them. Right?” Jaskier relaxed, sure that the Alphas wouldn’t take advantage. 

The churning anxiety in his gut didn’t go away. 

A couple days passed, and Jaskier was sure the brothers had noticed the change in his scent, but they didn’t say a word. 

They did, however, get touchier. 

Nothing huge, just a hand on his back or in his hair as they passed him, or an arm slung around his shoulders as they talked. Just enough to mix their scents, just a touch, and as Jaskier’s preheat sensitivity started, just enough to cause a shiver down his spine and leave him wanting more. 

Not that he’d ask. Jaskier figured that it was a bonding thing, to show how accepting they were of his omegan status. 

It wasn’t until he could feel his preheat begin to topple over into true heat and he got up from the table they were eating dinner at and went to leave that he began to doubt that, as in that moment he felt a hand, grip strong as iron, come down on his wrist. 

He looked up in shock at Geralt, tugging ineffectively at the restraint as he stared impassively back. “Geralt, what—“

He was interrupted by the sound of chairs scraping across the wooden floor. He glanced up in confusion, only to be met with twin predatory grins. 

Eskel reached him first. “Where do you think you’re going, little omega?” He crooned, taking him by the shoulders and maneuvering him onto Geralt’s lap, who grabbed his other wrist while the bard was distracted. 

“I was just—“ Jaskier continued to tug at the grip on his wrists as he was forced to straddle Geralt's thighs. Kicking out did nothing but make the alphas chuckle. 

“You didn’t really think we were just going to let you go off on your own smelling like that, did you? No, we’re going to put you to good use.” Lambert appeared on the other side from Eskel, hand coming up to grip the back of his neck, rubbing at the scent glands there. Instinctively, Jaskier went limp, ceasing his struggle. “Good slut. This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it? We could smell your arousal every time we touched you, you know. How hot and bothered you got at even a simple pat on the arm.”

“He’s such a slut.” Geralt chuckled right in his ear, “always running off to get his dick wet while we’re on the road. Only thing you’re good for is a fuck, I guess. Now I get to see what all the fuss is about.”

Jaskier gasped, all fight draining out of him completely as the words triggered his heat to start in truth. Now he was trapped in his own mind, only able to take what was done to him and beg for more. His hole clenched around nothing, oozing slick, and he moaned at the feeling, hips moving in tiny circles, seeking friction. 

“Look at that, he’s already gagging for it. What do you think, should we give him what he wants? Let him have his first knot of the heat right here in the dining hall like a common whore?” Eskel was the one talking, he thinks. 

“Only if it’s me doing the fucking. I’m the one whose had to put up with him the past couple years.” Geralt let go of his wrists to unlace his own breeches as the other two went about stripping the helpless bard. Soon he was naked, thighs spread wide and legs draped over the armrests of the chair, while Geralt had only fished his cock out of his trousers. Hands went around his waist and he was lifted up, and up, and up. He glanced down at the cock between his legs and momentarily snapped out of his heat-induced haze, whimpering in fear at the monster positioned at his entrance. The three only laughed in response. 

“Go slow, we don’t want to break him,” Eskel cautioned as the tip pressed up against his hole. 

“Yet,” added Lambert, and then all Jaskier could process was the feeling of his hole stretching around a massive cock. 

It didn’t quite hurt, his heat made him wet and loose and numb enough to take care of that, but it hung just at the precipice between pleasure and pain, overwhelming with its intensity. He whimpered as he felt his body give way, little by little. It was like his insides were being carved out, branded with the heat of the cock inside him. 

“You take it so well, omega, you were born to be our little whore, weren’t you? No other cock will ever fill you the way you need anymore, too sloppy and loose to take anything but a Witcher’s cock. You’re ours.” Geralt growled in his ear, making him shake with fear and arousal. 

Time stretched on as he was lowered slowly, inexorably, onto the Alpha’s cock. It seemed to go on forever, hollowing him out, leaving him nothing more than a sleeve for the Alphas to fuck. By the time his hole swallowed the deflated knot at the base, he knew that his Alpha was right. His hole would never be the same.

He came back to himself, just a bit, when Geralt paused to let him adjust. His eyes refocused on his audience. They had both taken their dicks out and were stroking them lazily, no real intent behind the action. They were both just as large as the one jammed inside him. Lambert noticed him staring and laughed.

“Aw, little Omega wants more cock. One witcher dick not enough for you, princess? Don’t worry whore, you’ll have us all by the time we’re through.”

Jaskier barely had time to process the words before he was being lifted slowly off Geralt’s cock, then dropped back down, jarring a gasp out of his throat. The Alpha quickly developed a rhythm of quick, sharp jerks, moving the omega up and down his cock like he was nothing more than a toy. It felt less like he was being fucked and more like Geralt was masturbating with his body. Still, each moment was pleasurable agony. His prick was so big that Jaskier’s sweet spot was always being pressed, causing waves of sensation to wrack his body. All he could do was moan and twitch and allow the feelings to overwhelm him.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when he was pulled down fully onto the alpha’s knot as it swelled, locking them together. The feeling triggered his own orgasm, causing him to shake and twitch, milking the alpha’s cock as it filled him with spurt after spurt of hot cum. 

The bard collapsed, panting, as he slowly became aware of hands petting him and words whispered in his ear.

“Good omega, so good for me, took my knot so well, I knew you could do it. Never had an omega take the whole thing, you’re made to be ours, never gonna let you leave.”

The words should have scared the shit out of him, but as exhausted as he was, he couldn’t help but be comforted by the soft touch and gentle praise. 

While he spaced, the witchers talked over his head. He tuned back in just in time to hear, “C’mon, let’s bring ‘im to the bedroom,” and then he was moving.

Arms wrapped firmly around his waist for support, but he was literally hanging off his alpha’s knot. He giggled a little hysterically at the picture they must make, before breaking off in a moan as the movement jostled the knot in his ass. He instinctively wiggled his hips, trying to grind back into the sensation, but a light pinch to his hip stopped him. “Stop that, little one. You’ll get as much cock as you need, just wait for us to get to the bedroom first.”

Jaskier whined, high and needy, at that. 

He drifted in and out as they arrived at the bedroom (whose? It didn’t matter.) and Geralt maneuvered them onto the bed. He only really became aware of his surroundings when he felt the knot inside him go down, enough for his alpha to pull out. Immediately he could feel cum and slick begin to drip out of him, and he used what little strength he had, as heat-addled as he was, to present his ass for his alpha’s cock properly, face pressed into the sheets, legs spread wide, hole gaping and drooling his alpha’s cum. Distantly, he knew this was wrong, wasn’t what he wanted, but for the life of him he couldn’t remember why.

Without warning, two fingers plunged into his hole, fucking into him without warning. “Good omega, so good presenting for us,” a voice crooned, “this is what you’re made for, you know that, right? Being our little cocksleeve. You need to be filled all the time, don’t you? You feel so empty when there’s nothing in your fuckhole.” the voice, Eskel his mind provided, punctuated that by drawing his fingers out completely. Immediately he felt the loss, pushing his ass back and making a small, discontented sound. “See, little one? You need to have something in your fuckhole at all times.” The fingers came back, but instead of thrusting into him, they stilled, another hand going to his hip to keep him from taking what he needed. “There, is that better?”

The omega moaned in distress and shook his head as best he could from where it was pushed into the linens.

“No? Then you’re gonna need to tell me what you need, little slut.”

“Need… your cock…” Jaskier desperately fought the grip on his hip, trying to get any kind of relief, but it was like iron.

“Where do you need my cock?” Jaskier missed the amused tone in the alpha’s voice, too overcome with need for a cock.

“Need it… in my fuckhole,” he was close to sobbing, “please, alpha, fuck my hole with your cock. Feel so empty!”

“Good omega, thank you for telling me what you need.” the fingers were removed and replaced by the blunt pressure of a cock against his hole. As he pressed in, the alpha praised him.

“Good cockslut, taking me so well, wet as a cunt. Better than a cunt, your fuckhole is perfect, grips me just right.” 

The omega was delirious from the combination of the cock in his cunt and the litany of praise that washed over him. The alpha pounded into him at a languid pace, thrusting in hard but pulling out slowly, so that he could feel every inch, to the point where only the head was left inside him before fucking back into him. He couldn’t do a thing besides lie there and take it, rocking a little into each thrust. 

He didn’t know how much time had passed when he felt the knot swell up and cum pour into him, triggering his own orgasm. The alpha continued to talk through that, too, and as he rolled them over onto their sides, the omega still fully impaled on the alpha’s cock. “That’s it, good cockslut. You like my knot, don’t you? Makes you feel complete. You love cumming with my knot in your fuckhole, such a good cocksleeve.”

Jaskier fell asleep listening to the alpha’s endless, soothing babble.

`~~~

As soon as Lambert heard the telltale signs of their omega’s breaths evening out with sleep, he burst out, “what the hell was up with all that talking? I like dirty talk as much as the next guy, but that seemed a bit much.”

Eskel looked over his shoulder at his brother, smirking. “You want him to stay all knot-hungry and open all the time, right?”

“Duh, but I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”

Eskel rolled his eyes. “Trust me, I know what I’m doing. Heats act a bit like a trance, like with hypnosis or Axii. That means you can add suggestions.”

“So while you were going on and on about how he needs a cock in his cunt…”

“I was laying the groundwork for him to be our 24/7 cum dump.”

“Why not just use Axii though? Seems like a lot of work for something we can do a lot easier.”

Eskel’s smile turned evil. “What would be the fun in that? The best part is watching them break.”

~~~

When Jaskier came to, it's to the feeling of his hole being emptied, gaping and needy. He could feel cum rushing out of him, covering his thighs and drenching the sheets below, and he whined at the loss, but he didn't have the energy to move a finger, let alone present, so he stayed put. When he was maneuvered back into proper breeding position, chest down on the bed and ass curved up enticingly, he purred in satisfaction, mustering up the energy to spread his thighs wider, inviting. 

He was shocked out of his reviere when a hand came down across his ass, making him yelp. 

“My turn, cumslut. And lemme tell you, I like it rough.” Lambert said from somewhere behind him. The tone sent shivers down his spine, slivers of his earlier fear and panic starting to creep back in. He was already achy and exhausted, how could he take a Witcher’s idea of rough?

Lambert’s hand came down several more times, turning his ass pink and stinging, before he stopped, only to grab the globes of his ass roughly, pulling them apart to expose his winking, sloppy hole. 

“Ugh, of course those fuckers left you too loose to be used properly. I bet I could stick my knot in you right now and neither of use would feel a thing! Useless.” The alpha let go of his cheeks, moving away as if to leave, and the burning emptiness he felt in his gut increased tenfold, making him cry out. 

“No! No, alpha, don’t go, I’ll make it good for you, it’ll be good, I promise.” The omega begged, desperation overcoming any fear he’d felt. 

“Well, alright then,” Jaskier misses the alpha’s exaggeratedly reluctant tone, “but we’ll have to tighten you back up again, since your cunt is too useless to breed right now. And do you know how we do that?”

Lambert waited until the omega shook his head as best he could from his place pressed into the bedsheets. 

“Pain.” Even in his addled state, Jaskier could hear the sadistic grin in his voice, but he didn’t process the meaning until blows started raining down. 

It wasn’t with a hand, like earlier. It was a thin-ish, flexible object, a belt, he guessed. Not that he was doing much thinking, as each blow seemed to steal his mind away. Each blow was hard and fast, but they changed locations enough that he couldn’t get used to it. His existence became a haze of pain and need, the desperation of heat not dimming, just layered on top of the pain until they mingled and became one. 

And then the blows changed, moving from his ass and thighs to his hole itself. This was torture, he thought with what was left of his mind, it must be. The intermingling pain and need seeming to reach new heights with every stroke, until he felt like he could come, just from this alone. 

Of course, Lambert seemed to sense this, and the blows stopped. “Wow. Dirty slut, moaning like a whore just from getting your pussy spanked. Maybe later I’ll spank you til that little cock spurts, but for now I think you’re tight enough to be enjoyable.”

And then the alpha took him by the hips and slammed into him. No teasing, no adjusting, just one minute empty and the next full of cock. 

And it hurt. It shouldn’t, he’s already taken two Witcher cocks, the first with no prep at all, but it didn’t matter. It felt like his insides were full of fire, burning him from the inside out. 

The sensation was so overwhelming he hadn’t even noticed he’d come until the alpha groaned appreciatively at the rhythmic clenching of his walls. “Damn, Eskel was right. Your cunt was made for this. Want you hanging off my knot 24/7.”

Lambert kept hammering into him, giving him no time to recover. All he could do was lie there and shiver with painful pleasure. Or was it pleasurable pain? Or was it neither, was it some new, unknowable sensation that he couldn’t begin to describe?

Whatever it was, there was a lot of it, and it left him gasping and twitching. And then Lambert started talking. 

“As fun as this is, I can’t wait for your heat to be over. Can’t wait to see you try so hard to fight us even though we all know what a useless cumdump you are. Breaking you is gonna be the most fun I’ve had in ages. I can imagine pushing into your cunt as you scream and cry and beg me to stop even as your hungry little hole drips with need. Cause we all know omegas only have one purpose: to hang off their alphas knots anytime, anywhere. Isn’t that right, whore? This is what you were made for.”

He didn’t even feel the knot enter him this time before he passed out. 

[darkbard]

“Do witchers not piss, Geralt?”

A wiser man would have ignored the question.

Geralt, however, has the distinct misfortune of not being a wiser man. “What?”

(Downright foolish, one might say.)

He’s fairly certain he misheard, is the thing. Most likely a perfectly innocuous question.

“Do witchers not piss?” Jaskier is propped up on his elbow now, those ridiculous blue eyes alight with curiosity as he peers at the witcher in the firelight. “I’d not really thought about it before. You waltz in and out of my life with such irregularity, after all, it’s not as though we’ve ever had anything like a routine. But we’ve been on the road together for almost a month, Geralt, and I’ve yet to see you take a piss even once.”

Geralt’s quiet for a moment, a tight, gnawing feeling in his belly. His words are careful. “Just because I don’t whip it out at the slightest provocation doesn’t mean I don’t piss.”

Jaskier’s pout proves the point is well taken, though it does little to deter this distressing line of questioning. “It’s still odd. Even if you’re…well, shy about such things, which honestly I can’t even begin to imagine given how disgusting you don’t mind being in your everyday life, you’d still have to run off into the woods to take care of things now and again.”

“I do.”

“Well I’ve never seen it.”

“That’s because you’re unobservant as hell.” Jaskier still looks skeptical, though, so Geralt stifles a sigh. “I don’t have to as often as most. Witcher mutations.”

(This isn’t even remotely true. The only way that witcher mutations have any bearing whatsoever on Geralt’s urination patterns is the heightened pain tolerance that allows him to hold in his piss for hours at a time. It’s miserable, especially on horseback, but since Jaskier joined him he has had considerably fewer opportunities to relieve himself, waiting until the bard either finds a lover to spend the evening with or drifts off to sleep.)

There’s a contemplative frown on Jaskier’s upsettingly pretty face. “Do you need to piss now?”

Geralt groans, turning his back to the bard in his bedroll. “No.” Yes. “Don’t know why you’re trying to see my cock all of a sudden.”

The bard sighs dramatically. “Oh Geralt. I’ve been trying to see your cock since day one.” He huffs, an offended little noise. “And you call me unobservant.”

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Context: ONE TWO

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So I was the anon who sent the ask that inspired this and now that I finally have a place to show this off. I’m so happy that my silly joke inspired this :D

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I’ve got this idea stuck in my head of Jaskier being able to feel anything Geralt feels. Maybe only in a sexual way, since the pain from him getting injured during hunts would give it away, but whatever. Doesn’t matter why, a spell or something, but however it happens, Jaskier doesn’t know. But the thing is Jaskier feels the touch way more intensely than Geralt does, because Witcher durability or stamina or whatever, so Geralt just idly stroking his cock with no real intent behind it has J twitching and moaning, almost to the point of spilling in his trousers. 

Geralt notices and decides to have some fun with it. Cue Geralt jerking off while Jaskier comes over and over, overstimulated and desperate, having no idea what’s going on but biting down on his fist so as not to wake the man he thinks is sleeping next to him, oblivious to the eyes watching him. Or Geralt stroking himself discreetly throughout the day, watching the bard’s eyes glaze over in constant pleasure as he twitches and squirms, too embarrassed to admit there’s something wrong. Maybe Geralt doesn’t let him come, keeping him right at the edge, too cockdumb to do more than moan. Or maybe he makes him come all over himself, over and over, giving him just enough reprieve that he doesn’t actually pass out, but the front of his trousers are ruined. Geralt pretends not to notice, ignoring Jaskier’s feeble protests and making him walk through a town with a visible stain, humiliation making the experience all the worse.

Eventually Jaskier comes to him, almost crying from oversensitivity and humiliation, confessing what’s been happening. Geralt offers to solve the problem, and Jaskier is too relieved to question him when he brings out a cock cage. Of course the cock cage doesn’t help, it only makes it worse, but Geralt insists that it is helping, so he stops questioning it. At this point Geralt has him constantly aroused, unable to think about anything but his poor neglected cock. Geralt isn’t much for things up his ass, but a little discomfort is worth watching the bard squirm at the new sensation, trying to pull away from and fuck back onto a finger that’s not there in turns. Even with the cockcage, when Geralt found his prostate he came instantly, cum dribbling pathetically around the bars, unable to even twitch. The constant arousal acts almost like axii, Geralt turning him into an obedient little whore. By the time Geralt fucks him, he’s too far gone to notice that the thrusts match exactly with the feeling around his forgotten cock. 

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Kink List

Obviously this isn’t inclusive of everything, so if there’s something not on here you’re curious about, shoot me an ask. I’m still figuring this stuff out, and writing quality may vary depending on my familiarity with the kink, but I’ll do my best for anything not on my hard limits.

Hard limits: scat, emetophilia, vore

Not my thing: feederism, gore, tickling, 

Like: watersports, semi-public sex, painful sex, fisting, beastiality, somnophillia, cock and ball torture, cockwarming, object insertion, incest, knifeplay, bloodplay (yes those are different), objectification 

Love: mind control, non-con, cnc, underage, ageplay, orgasm denial, orgasm control, overstimulation, a/b/o, monster fucking, tentacles, humiliation, gangbang, bondage, rope, painplay, exhibitionism (especially forced), omorashi, breeding, sexual slavery, maniulation/coersion, size difference, forced enjoyment, chastity devices, feminization