[Comes into your house and bakes you cookies cause I love you v much, anon is stupid and an asshole.] Ahem. Cookie number one. It's a nice big one.
Geralt can not only hear the creaks of the bed in the other room, the thick slaps of flesh against flesh, the heavy pants, the 'oh god, Yen, harder'... He can smell, feel the pure desire flowing; the intensity of sated pleasures - pleasures his bard and his witch, apparently chase themselves. Without him. Jaskier groans decorously, holding onto deep caramel hips as they thrust against him; and gives a smirk as he looks towards the door. "What do you think... bit longer, till he just has to come in- or should we invite our poor suffering Witcher?"
And cookies the rest are the edible kind, only wish I could physically bake them for you.
Mwahhhh.
Ohh this is delicious!!! Go on let your poor witcher join. Or don’t 😈
I am going to be thinking about this for the rest of the day thank you













