#lee!geralt

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I love your Witcher fics @august-anon, so I had to draw it, sorry.

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18 with Geralt & Jaskier? It just sounds super teasy & like something Jaskier would say

Thanks for sending this!! I agree, it does sound like something Jaskier would say. The formatting on this post won’t seem to work correctly, so it might look a little off because tumblr is a trash can of a website.

18. “Would it be easier if I counted down?”

“Would it be easier if I counted down?”

Geralt shifted under Jaskier nervously, only offering a small grunt of agreement in response.

How they had ended up there was a long story, but at the moment Jaskier was straddling Geralt, hands poised over the Witcher’s abdonment and ready to attack.

“Okay. Fiiiiive, fouuuur...” Jaskier inched his wiggling fingers closer to Geralt’s stomach with each passing number, watching as Geralt’s eyes widened as they followed his hands and his body tensed with nervous energy.

“Threee, twoooo...”

Geralt finally broke and tried to squirm away from the impending touch, “Nope, no, okay it’s definitely not easier with you counting down I-“. He was cut off by Jaskier yelling “One! Too late!” and digging his fingers into Geralt’s stomach.

A strangled gasp left the Witcher’s mouth as he slammed it shut to try and keep the laughter at bay. Jaskier moves to his sides and ribcage and began getting huffs of stubborn laughter from his Witcher.

“C‘mon Geralt...I know you want to laugh.” Jaskier teased in a lilting voice.

Geralt gritted his teeth trying to grin and bear it, afraid that if he opened his mouth to respond that all his resolve would crumble.

Unpleased at the lack of bellowing laughter, Jaskier decided on drastic measures. He leaned down and blew a raspberry on Geralt’s neck, and the floodgates burst open with a loud, surprised laugh. The unfamiliar sensation combined with the unexpected attack broke him, and now Geralt couldn’t stop himself. Even after the raspberries stopped, everything else Jaskier did now seemed to tickle ten times more.

“JASK!” Geralt cried out, throwing his head back against the bedroll as he laughed. He held on to Jaskier’s wrists, fighting the urge to pull him away.

Jaskier laughed and said “Does this tickle, Witcher?” only to be met with another bout of laughter. Jaskier reached behind him to grab at Geralt’s legs, and upon squeezing his thighs and tweaking at his hips, Geralt fell into another fit of uncontrollable laughter. His laugh was now loud and unrestrained, and he felt a tinge of embarrassment grow in his chest at laughing so freely and losing control, but as soon as he saw Jaskier smiling brightly and laughing along with him, Geralt set his insecurities aside because he trusts Jaskier and would do anything to keep him this happy. The Witcher would fight any monster and kill any man if it meant that it would keep that look on Jaskier’s face, beaming genuine happiness, radiant like the sun.

Jaskier finally conceded and leaned down to press his forehead against Geralt’s, both of them still shaking with residual laughter, smiles matching in brightness and authenticity. Jaskier still lazily traced his fingers over the Witcher’s stomach, making him twitch with faint chuckles, but the Witcher didn’t push his hand away.

After their breaths calmed, Jaskier softly asked “So, did the countdown help?”

In one swift motion, their roles were reversed, with Jaskier now pinned under Geralt. What was once a helpless smile morohed into a predatory grin.

“Why dont you find out for yourself, hm?”

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ok wait

did I imagine a lee!geralt fic?

like am I going crazy?

I can’t find it in any tags and it’s not in my likes. But I feel like I definitely read a lee!geralt and ler!jaskier fic

What the hell

someone help me out

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If by prompts you mean the print list then 22 for Geralt and Jaskier, to me it's just such a Jaskier sentence and I can practically see Geralt looking embarrassed and nervous for what's gonna happen

Thanks for sending this! The ending kinda sucks but I promise I’m working on a longer fic, I just wanted to fill this prompt real quick because it was just too cute.

22. “I love you, but this has to happen.”

It started innocently enough. Geralt and Jaskier were laying in bed, backs propped up against the headboard. Geralt was reading some book on potions that he had brought back from Kaer Morhen, and Jaskier was penning lyrics for a new ballad while softly humming the melody. When Jaskier hit a creative block, he decided to call it a night and set his paper aside. Slithering under Geralt’s arm, he began peppering kisses down the side of his neck. Geralt hummed, gaze never leaving his book.

“Jaskier. I thought you were writing a new song.”

Jaskier gave a soft bite to Geralt’s nape, drawing a sigh from the Witcher. “Let’s just say I need some inspiration.”

Potions book forgotten on the bedside, Geralt carded one hand through Jaskier’s hair and the other down his back as he rolled his head back, allowing Jaskier access to more skin with a content hum.

His kisses trailed back up Geralt’s neck until he nipped at the spot right below Geralt’s ear. The strangled noise and flinch he got in response was not what he was expecting from his lover. After pulling back to see why Geralt startled, Jaskier notices the slight color and breathless expression adorning Geralt’s face.

“Geralt....”

“Jaskier...” he said in a questioning tone.

He leaned back in to give the Witcher’s ear a soft bite again, and was met with another gasp and this time there was the ghost of a smile on Geralt’s face.

“Jaskier.” This time, it was a warning.

“I love you, but this has to happen.”

And with that, ignoring Geralt’s nervous face, Jaskier pressed his lips to Geralt’s neck and blew a raspberry. The unsuspecting Witcher let out a strangled laugh, trying to move away. Jaskier just followed, now with his hand gently digging into the other side of Geralt’s neck where it meets his shoulder. Geralt’s strangled noises began to turn into laughter as a smile spread itself across his face. With another onslaught of raspberries, Geralt was now belly laughing and seemed torn between throwing Jaskier across the room and letting the loving torment continue.

“Oh this is just too amazing!” Jaskier quipped as he peppered ticklish kisses on the shell of Geralt’s ear making him shudder. His kisses made their way to Geralt’s mouth and captured his lips in a soft, loving kiss. After a beat of comfortable silence, Geralt slid down the headboard so he was laying down, arms open and beckoning his songbird into his embrace.

“I’m gonna get you back for that.” Geralt said as he wrapped Jaskier in a hug.

Jaskier only laughed and replied “Oh, I know.”

With a soft kiss to his forehead, the Witcher and his bard settled into a blissful sleep.

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For lee geralt I don’t see him as super ticklish but it always takes him super by surprise and his reactions are adorable! Like his eyes go wide and Jaskier or who ever is doing it can just see his face go through the fazes of shock, blushing, forcing a smile down, failing, slowly breaking down into laughter and labfkskfnf. -1212 💙💙💙

yes yes i love this!! definitely the type to fight it as much as he can, but his resolve slowly crumbles and he ends up in a fit of laughter that he can’t control aaaaaa

also i think he would probably be kinda embarrassed about laughing so loud and freely, but as soon as he sees Jaskier smiling brightly and laughing along with him and sees how happy he is, Geralt sets his insecurities aside because he trusts Jaskier and would do anything to keep him happy

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Got a migraine.

Anyone have headcanons? Could be for LITERALLY ANY FANDOM THAT I AM A PART OF

or you know

Particularly ticklish!bensolo or ticklish!geralt

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Saw you wanted some lee!geralt headcanons! So I feel like his lower body is more ticklish, like knees & thighs especially. & since he always wears his boots I feel like his feet would be a sweet spot. & if you get him good his laugh is loud & booming & such a beautiful sound

this? *chef’s kiss* immaculate 👌👌👌

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and finally “Sorry, was I tickling you?” with geraskier please :D ~🌵💞

Yes yes, my friend!

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Fandom: Witcher

Ship(s): Geraskier

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Geralt/Ler!Jaskier

Word Count: 809 words

Summary: Geralt should know better than to lie to Jaskier, even when it's something as simple as tickling.

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Jaskier’s fingers traced gently over the skin he rested on, feeling the strength of the muscles underneath, the way they jumped under his fingertips. The bed creaked as Geralt shifted, huffing through his nose. Jaskier dropped his palm down flat to the plane of Geralt’s stomach, rubbing away his previous touch.

“Sorry,” Jaskier said, opening his eyes. “Was I tickling you?”

Geralt shifted again, this time enough to jostle Jaskier’s whole body with the movement. “No.”

Jaskier raised his eyebrows. “No?” He tried to glance up at Geralt, but the angle was too awkward with the way he was resting on Geralt’s chest. “You won’t mind if I continue, then.”

Geralt grunted. Jaskier gave a teasing hum in response as he lifted his hand once more so only his fingertips were touching Geralt’s skin. He slowly stroked across Geralt’s stomach and sides once more, sweeping down a few times to add his hips to the mix. Now more awake and aware, and with his eyes open, he could see the way muscles jumped under his touch, the way Geralt’s body would try to slowly and silently shift away when Jaskier hit a particularly sensitive spot, carefully enough that Jaskier hadn’t noticed it in his previous haze.

Jaskier was tempted to tease, to trick Geralt into admitting this tickled and just how badly it did. But at the same time, he wanted to see just how far he could push Geralt before he admitted it himself. After all, Jaskier had no reason at all to think that Geralt was lying, absolutely not.

Jaskier knew he couldn’t add a wiggle to his fingers without Geralt realizing his intentions; he needed to be more careful than that. Instead, he paid attention to his next several passes, watching for the patches of skin that Geralt seemed to react to the most. Then, he changed his pattern to trace lines between those little patches of skin specifically. He continued this, watching the way Geralt subtly squirmed and listening to his carefully even breath, until he thought he could get away with the next phase of his plan.

Jaskier targeted a specific sensitive spot, directly to the left of Geralt’s belly button, tracing swirls and doodling little nonsense shapes there. He felt more than heard Geralt’s breath hitch, with his head resting atop Geralt’s chest. He toyed with this spot a few moments more, feeling Geralt get more and more tense, until he suddenly switched back to connecting all the particular patches of skin he had found.

He kept this up, targeting one small place until it seemed Geralt was on the brink of giving in, and then suddenly giving him relief by going back to broader motions. Jaskier had to give it to him, Geralt was holding out far longer than Jaskier could’ve. He would’ve been giggling with the first targeted attack.

But eventually, everyone breaks.

Jaskier had gone through his routine three times before he decided that enough was enough. He strayed back to the first spot in the order, that sensitive little spot right next to Geralt’s navel. He swirled and traced and tickled, but this time he didn’t stop when Geralt started getting tense. He kept going, keeping his touch maddeningly light, allowing only the lightest brush of his fingertips against skin.

Geralt let out a low hum, shifting in a way that was probably meant to dislodge Jaskier. Luckily, Jaskier was stubborn, following the movement so Geralt couldn’t find a reprieve. It was only a short few moments before that low hum turned into low giggles, puffing out through Geralt’s nose. Jaskier’s head bounced on Geralt’s chest with his giggly breaths.

Only a moment later, the hand that Geralt didn’t have wrapped around Jaskier’s back started reaching for Jaskier’s hand. Jaskier darted out of the way, targeting instead the small place in the divot of Geralt’s right hip. Geralt snorted, his hand spasming midair as his giggles finally pushed out from between his lips. He tried to wiggle out of Jaskier’s way, but Jaskier followed just as easily. When Geralt’s hand came for him again, he switched to the next spot.

Their dance continued until Geralt was full-blown laughing from even the lightest touch. Jaskier finally allowed Geralt to catch his hand (though it was obvious that Geralt hadn’t been trying very hard at all to do so), interlacing their fingers and resting their joined hands on Geralt’s chest. Neither spoke as Geralt’s breath and heart rate slowed under Jaskier’s head.

Then, calloused fingers crawled over Jaskier’s back and side and onto his stomach with the lightest, most torturous touch possible. Jaskier gasped and jerked away, only pressing himself further into Geralt’s body.

“Sorry,” Geralt murmured, the grin clear in his voice. “Was I tickling you?”

Jaskier giggled, hiding his face in Geralt’s chest. Oh he was in trouble, now.