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“Jaskier!”
The Jaskier in question pops out the middle of a dense bush like an alert stoat. “Yes, Geralt?”
“What the fuck are you doing?” Geralt asks, crossing his arms. It’s a visual illustration of his current demeanour, just in case the bard is unable to pinpoint it tonally.
“Picking berries,” Jaskier boasts, “making myself useful. See, Geralt, not only am I handsome, quick-witted and, if I do say so, beautifully cultured, I am also a dab hand at foraging.”
“Not to mention modest.”
“Modesty is for dullards and the pious. I cannot be accused of either affliction.” Jaskier says, wading out of the undergrowth. His upturned cap is brimming with the fruits of his labour. Working so selflessly has made him appealingly flushed. The hat is thrust towards Geralt, who takes it.
“No, thank you.” Geralt says.
“No? After my back-breaking hard work, the sweat and the effort and Gods, I think I even have a splinter – no, he says. Just like that.” Jaskier huffs, and tries to snatch the bounty back.
Geralt holds the cap away from him. And then, the absolute bastard, he pours all the berries onto the ground in a miserable heap. Jaskier makes a sound like a goose with a kazoo.
“Geralt!” His falsetto is pitched high, “What in the bloody–”
“They’re not blueberries, Jaskier.” Geralt says.
The bard bumbles. “I– what?”
“They’re sweet amber berries. I don’t particularly want to spend the evening shitting so hard that I can’t sit tomorrow. Do you?”
Jaskier has the decency to look chagrined. “Ah.” He says, eloquently. And then he brightens. “Good thing I waited to share them instead of snacking as I picked then, huh?”
Geralt snorts, flinging the ridiculous hat back to its equally ridiculous owner.
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“Jaskier?”
“I’m fine!” Is the rushed response, which has Geralt’s guard up immediately. “Peachy, actually. Dandy, just absolutely a-okay, perfectly–”
“Stop listing adjectives,” Geralt growls, “and tell me you didn’t drink the potion.”
“I most assuredly certainly didn’t not drink the potion.” Jaskier says.
Geralt’s eyes narrow like a high-wire tightrope, and Jaskier is losing balance.
“Alright, fine.” The bard admits, “I may have had a sip. Or two. But in my defence, Yennefer has labelled it ‘beauty’, and it is a fetching shade of pale pink – actually, come to think of it, it tasted sort of like roses. Ooh, and honey!”
The groan Geralt emits comes from somewhere deep within his body, uncurling like a slumbering bear woken in the midst of hibernation. “It’s for female humans, you fool.”
“What?” Jaskier quacks, looking side-long at the bottle. “Oh, how terribly cliché. Pink for the girls, and I suppose there’s a blue– wait, what does that mean for me? Geralt?”
“I’m not exactly sure,” Geralt says, “but I suspect you may be blessed with some magical enhancements, unless we can get Yen to give you an antidote.”
“Enhancements?” Jaskier asks, bewildered baby-blues a faux advertisement for innocence. “Ah, fuck. You mean tits, don’t you?”
“Big bouncy ones, yes.”
Jaskier pats his own chest, as if debating the development. He tilts his head. Then he sucks in a sharp breath, horrified. “My doublets won’t fit!”
“That’s what you’re concerned about?”
“Naturally! Melitele’s ti—oh, bollocks. Not the right time for that.” He’s pinching his own nipples beneath his undershirt and it’s distracting enough for Geralt to smack his hands. “Ouch. Where’s Yen?”
“In her apothecary.” Geralt says, “Working.”
“Right. Well. Time for some of the old Pankratz charm, eh? What rhymes best with ‘Yen’… hen, zen, bullpen…”
Geralt sighs. “Shut up, Jaskier. I’ll do the talking.”
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“Jaskier…?”
Geralt is floating pleasantly in the space that exists between consciousnesses, thin threads of gossamer-reality woven spider-quick across his memory. A fight. An injury. A Jaskier with healing supplies.
“I’m here, Geralt.” Jaskier says, kneeling. The witcher’s lazy-hazy vision flicks to him. He is backlit by firelight, looking entirely too holy. Not a sacrament of a bard, no; Geralt has never seen a human being so utterly immersed in both debauchery and kindness, like the ideals were distilled into drink and instead of picking one shot, he downed both at the same time. Geralt has seen him do that. The thought makes him laugh.
“Hush darling, you’ll pull the stitches.” Jaskier chides, bossy-britches. “What’s so funny?”
“Remember that tavern in Attre?” Geralt’s voice is slurry, even to his own ears.
“The awful one that tried to charge you thrice-over for a tankard of brine? As if you couldn’t smell it, the absolute buffoons. What a useless establishment.”
Geralt giggles. The sound is a delirious squeak, but he’s too strung-out to care. “You punched the barkeep in the face.”
“I did, dearest, and I’d do it again.” Jaskier says.
“Right in his face!” Geralt guffaws, and then winces. Jaskier tuts, examining the bandages covering his midsection.
“Shh, now. You need to rest, Geralt.”
A sticky blink, and Geralt reaches blindly for his companion. “Never said thanks. For that. You are good to me, Julek.”
Jaskier’s hand tightens in his own. “Did you just call me…?”
It’s a sentimental moment he’ll treasure alone, because Geralt lapses back into unconsciousness, thick fingers tangled with Jaskier’s. The bard smiles fondly.
Jaskier makes for an unlikely guardian, but he stays awake all night.
Why does this tempt me to write about Jaskier with tits??
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(in case you feel like you’ve seen something like this before, this is based of of writeblr’s Storyteller Saturday, aka STS!)
So,,, smut time my dudes
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.
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SO I HAVE THIS IDEA FOR AN AU FOR GERASKIER SMUT BUT I DONT KNOW HOW TO DESCRIBE IT TO ANYBODY ELSE SO SHOULD I JUST WRITE IT MYSELF
also sorry about prompts I haven’t been able to get on my laptop in a while and that’s what I write on
Jaskier! :)
Comment which one and if you want geralt or jaskier for it 😳
Live footage of modern!geralt/jaskier being a himbo
Who is/are your favorite character/s in the witcher fandom? And what do you think of the fandom so far?
I would have to say Jaskier, as cliché as that is. He’s always been a favorite. I think it’s great here! Especially in our community, everyone’s been super respectful.
Do you have a favourite scene or ship you love to write in a certain scene? idk if that made sense lol
I’ve found myself falling for scenes where it starts as non-con but becomes consensual as person B realized they like it. This is especially a favorite when it comes to feral!Geralt and Jaskier!
I love that all the kink blogs are welcoming questions right now. This is fun! Ok, question. How did you come up with your kink blog name?
It was simple, really. Back when I was an anon, I would always mark my asks with 🐙, so, squid’s kinks seemed like the best option. The title is a quote from a friend, who said that after eating a pixie stick which, I’m assuming, tasted like aspirin.
50 cliché tropes and prompts
It’s my first prompt list! Thank you to my followers for helping. Credit not needed but please don’t repost. Feel free to link back to the list! These may be cliche but I love them.
There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close
Your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and I couldn’t help but steal it
I’m dying and I’m confessing my love for you
Kissing in the rain and getting soaked before running inside laughing
Playing with their hair while their head’s in your lap.
Jolting awake after a nightmare and being comforted
“Good morning, beautiful/handsome”
Hands brushing unexpectedly
There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling
You confessed your feelings and we’re about to kiss but we get interrupted
Secret relationship
We dated in high school but then you moved away but now you’re back in town
Both going to grab the same thing and touching hands, then making eye contact.
We’re roommates but we’re falling for each other
Drunkenly confessing feelings
I need a date for this wedding
“I think I’m in love with you.”
Fake dating AU
Blurting out a confession of love
You’re in a coma and I confess all my feelings only for you to wake up
Blind date set up by friends
You’re my new bodyguard and you’re cute.
“Just tell why you did it!” “Because I’m in love with you, okay!”
You’re my ex but I think I still have feelings for you
Wrapping arms around them when they make breakfast
Cuddling in comfortable silence before murmuring “I love you”
Help me I’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second
We literally ran into each other
You’re leaving for something dangerous and I can’t help but kiss you
Painting the house that ends in a paint fight and giggles
“You’ve got something on your lip, here let me.”
A soft smile before leaning in for a kiss
Everyone thinks I should stay away from you because you’re dangerous
Spin the bottle
“Do you trust me?”
Friends with benefits and both people catching feelings.
We’re dating and I didn’t know you were a mobster/biker
Everyone thinks we’re already dating, but we’re just best friends- oh wait
Having a bad day and the other noticing
“You saved my life.”
Overhearing they have feelings for you
I’m going to save you from the terrible date you’re having
Taking care of the other when sick or injured
I’m your new neighbour and I got locked out, help!
You took a bullet for me
Argument leading to kissing/sex
“I’ve been in love with you for years.”
I called you at 2am because I need you
You caught me doing something dangerous and flipped out
I’m scared but won’t admit it so you take my hand
Honesty Hour, Ask me anything! Nothing will go unanswered
;) Sorry about the wait on prompts btw! Took a break to get some motivation and inspiration for writing.
While I was out today (don’t worry, I wore a mask!) , I suddenly got inspired to write this little fic with pining Geralt and oblivious Jaskier. I hope you guys like it!
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Bards were bad at picking up on affection, apparently.
This was a confusing fact for Geralt, considering the endless love ballads his traveling partner sang for endless women and men who had caught his fancy, and yet, he was blind to the fact that he had caught the affections of the man he spent every waking hour- and every sleeping hour, too- next to.
Geralt didn’t even know when he had caught feelings for Jaskier. It felt as if he always had, the feelings came as naturally to him as cleaning his swords every night.
It was unnatural, for a Witcher to feel this way. So, Gerat pushed the feelings down. Put a proverbial lid on them, thing is, all that does is make whatever’s in the pot simmer and boil and then ultimately boil over. And boil over they did.
It started with Yennefer. She was a gift from the gods, Geralt was sure of it, saving him from the possibility of Jaskier discovering his secret. And he fell for her, too.
Then the mountain happened.
It all came crashing down in an instant. Yennefer was gone and Geralt, well, Geralt was blinded by the surge of emotions. Hurt, anger, terror, and sorrow all tore through him, the proverbial pot boiling.
And then it overflowed. If he were a more poetic man, he would say the boiling rapids of his emotions splashed him as it drowned his beloved.
But he wasn’t a poetic man. So, instead, he said he fucked up, hurling his hurt at the nearest target: Jaskier.
And Jaskier would come back. Surely he would, he always did, such a loyal bard, an amazing, beautiful, loyal man, he would come back. He always did.
Until he didn’t.
FromtheKinkmeme Geralt and Jaskier end up being forced to rape each other by magic or something else. It controls their bodies but not their minds, they end up trying to comfort each other with words while they are passengers of their instinct driven bodies. ++ Geralt being forced to tear Jaskier because of lacking preparations and smelling blood + Geralt wishing the Witcher Mutation didn’t take his ability to cry +++ Geralt actually talking more than Jaskier,his fault and they gonna be okay
This one gets sad, guys.
Warnings: forced sex, non-con
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They should really stop fucking with mages.
What about Jaskier was raped by Valdo Marx and that’s why he hates him, and he‘s fine, he’s fine now, it was back in university and he dealt with it, but now Geralt does something and it triggers a flashback (maybe Jaskier normally only rides or missionary, when getting fucked by other men and Geralt flips him over to doogy style, and it’s okay it’s Geralt, until it’s not) and they have to deal with it ( written out flashback would be 👌🏻)
Sorry about how long it took me to get to this one, anon! I kinda wrote it more like Geralt comforting him? I hope that’s cool.
warning: rape
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Geralt knew something was wrong.