#lovesight

[kyalia]

Desperate Romantics - Sonnet - Lovesight

[valdomarx]

jaskier upon seeing geralt's armor for the first time: oh gods, there's so much i could say right now, but WHAT is going on with that thigh strap?

gOD there was so much else going on in that armour that i didn’t even notice the thigh strap but

honestly that’s kind of sexy

[knifewieldingenby]

for the monsterfucking prompts: geraskier + knotting? (if you wanna!!! 💕) — @/julek

hello I’m Lex and I’m incapable of filling a prompt in a timely manner lol, hope you like this, darling! warnings: bottom geralt, mentions of past geralt/eskel, soft smut

Geralt groaned, nails digging into his boyfriend’s back as Jaskier slowed down and pushed deeper into Geralt. It felt...fuck, it almost felt like too much, the overwhelming sensation of being taken on his back with Jaskier’s hand carded through his hair, the other stroking his thigh as he held his legs open. He pepper soft kisses to Geralt’s neck and whispered sweet things under his breath, telling Geralt how beautiful he was, how good he was. He closed his eyes tight when he felt them prickle with unshed tears.

“Jask, fuck,” Geralt whimpered. He felt the sudden press of Jaskier’s knot against his hole, felt the way he stretched as Jaskier pushed it in little by little. It had been a long time since he’d taken a knot; over a century in fact, when he and Eskel could still call themselves young men. They’d taken turns with each other, neither wanting some stranger they barely cared about to be their first. But it had been years, and Geralt wasn’t used to being so...so vulnerable. 

Jaskier, of course, brought that out in him.

“Oh my, fuck Geralt, you feel so good,” Jaskier moaned against his ear as his knot slipped in, at the same time Geralt gasped and pulled their bodies flush together. Jaskier pumped his hips forward as much as he could, his knot pushing against Geralt’s sweet spot and making his cock jerk. 

“Fuck, I could stay in your forever, darling,” Jaskier’s voice, full of fondness, washed over him. That prickle in his eyes grew hot until he felt the tears run down his cheeks. He buried his face in Jaskier’s neck, hoping the other man wouldn’t notice just yet, and clung tight to him. He had no intention of letting the man go, not tonight, not ever. 

[srapsodia]

hi!!! just wanted to say i love your art and your ‘it’s my ass kicking outfit’ geralt lives in my head rent-free. thank you for sharing your work!!! <33

thank you so much!! :> i’m glad you enjoyed it, it’s taken straight from my actual in-game outfit at the time haha

[lesdemonium]

for the touch prompts: to say good morning!

thank you!!! this is just... me this morning. except i was alone and grumbly. otherwise, like looking in a mirror.

7. to say good morning

“Jaskier, get up, we need to go.”

Unsurprisingly, Jaskier’s only response to Geralt’s words was to start groaning before Geralt finished, and continue far too long. Geralt smirked and nudged the lump of Jaskier with his foot. The sound Jaskier made this time was similar to that of a wounded animal. Geralt rolled his eyes. Apparently it would be that sort of morning.

His duty done for now, Geralt continued about camp, packing away his belongings and even doing Jaskier the favor of packing the bard’s away as well (if only because if he waited for Jaskier to get around to it, they’d never leave). Geralt had sat down to sort out food for them when he felt a heavy weight against his back.

Jaskier draped himself across Geralt’s back, his cheek against Geralt’s shoulderblade and his arms wrapped around Geralt’s waist in a hug. Geralt snorted and offered up a fig, then nudged Jaskier when he was slow to the draw. This time, Jaskier took the fruit with only a slight grumble. Geralt coudln’t see him, but he was sure Jaskier was now eating it with his eyes closed.

“Morning,” Geralt greeted, rolling his eyes as he ate his own meager breakfast.

Jaskier hummed, then rubbed his cheek against Geralt’s shoulder blade. That would have to do.

send me touch prompts?

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

SPOONS?????

Right okay so this one is gonna need some contextualising for our non-UK friends. Spoons, aka Wetherspoons, is a pub chain in the UK known for being... a bit shit. They actually have a surprisingly good range of craft beer, but are also owned by a Brexit-loving arsewipe, which is a shame. Spoons is where you go to get pissed. 

So - essentially, this fic is Geralt and Jaskier’s meeting in Posada... but in a Spoons. That’s literally it. I think Geralt is still a monster hunter, but I’ve not decided yet. Jaskier attaches himself to him, they run into some elves (or... somesuch) who beat them up, and Jaskier nearly gets himself kicked out of Spoons for singing (they do not have music in spoons).

The singer slumped against the support beam, the pilfered drink held loosely in one hand. He licked his lips.

"Can I borrow your table number?"

"What?"

"Your table number."

"Not… the table?"

"I want to get some food. I only need the number."

Geralt frowned. "What happened to 'starving artist'?"

The man had started to fiddle with his phone, his fingers flying across the keyboard. "I am," he said, "But… I have my ways. Like I said, I've got a lot of followers…"

Geralt watched, confused. "What are you talking about?"

With a final flourish, the man put his phone back in his pocket. "It's like… a game," he said, elbows resting on the table, fluttering his fingers. "Post your table number online and people send you stuff from the app. Sometimes. Throw in a line along the lines of… rough gig this evening or some meme about, like, chicken nuggets, and you get flooded."

"And that… works?"

The man shrugged. "Like I said. Sometimes." 

It was intriguing. Geralt thought the interloper was clearly insane, but…

"Do people send drinks?" He asked, casually.

The man grinned. "Usually that's all they send."

"Have the table number."

[sargassostories]

hi!!! i just wanted to say how much i loved your bday fic!! it’s so soft and so them i just really really liked it!! ❤️❤️

oh my gosh thank you so much! I was so torn on the POVs but on Geralt’s end he’s just like

of course I don’t deserve a birthday my parents never saw fit to celebrate and why should we, I’m a monster :(

and

I don’t know what he’s thinking when he looks at me like that but it makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and my stomach feels tight and I think my heart is beating as fast as his I must be having some kind of heart condition, it was probably from cooking that rabbit and also why is his doublet constantly undone???????????

and

wow, all I needed to do was pretend to like birthdays to get Jaskier to do whatever I want? I will tell him we need to collect wolfsbane and that he has to be quiet except it’s far too quiet now but maybe he doesn’t actually know why wolfsbane is so cool so I better just tell him, also about wyverns. Just in case.

and

oh fuck, oh fuck do nOT cry, witchers can’t cry, so just fucking keep it together you little shit it’s just a SONG for godssake what is WRONG with you

and

I suppose if Jaskier insists on packing a picnic; he looks so happy when I just let him do this, and it’s actually rather pleasant, I shall not tell him but my skin feels funny when he sits in the sun and eats a plum and my mouth is so dry

and

oh fuck, oh fUCK I am!!! he is!!!! not wearing enough clothes!!!!! it is WINTER, sir!!!! put your clothes on and your chest hair AWAY!!!! oh shit I cannot deal with another birthday, another whole day where Jaskier is looking at me like that and surprising me and touching me and sinGIng to me-- YES YOU CAN RUB ME DOWN ok, ok ok keep it to-fucking-gether, Gera--I’m sorry what? one? day? but... that’s... oh okay see the word “friends” is simply wrong and I must show him exactly how wrong, with my mouth

[mrstxtstan]

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