#sub jaskier

[hold-me-witcher]

I'm sorry, was I supposed to see Jaskier on his knees in chains and not redraw it as him being subby???

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[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Till You Can’t Think

my final submission for @thewitcherbog bingo!!! i am very excited to have actually done let alone completed one of these! the prompt for this one was service top so i went for topping from the bottom 😏

pairing: geraskier (dom geralt/sub jask)

CW: anal sex, anal fingering, dom sub, negotiation, pet names: Sweetheart and baby, i broke my rule about Geralt never calling anyone baby but like, it fit? in this context only? i dont think he’d call anyone that outside play? or other than jask? idk. i feel weird about it still lol

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“Sh, sh, shhhh, I know you’re so needy right now,” Geralt purred as he held Jaskier close and let his sub grind against his crotch. He absolutely loved to watch Jaskier get so worked up, especially sat directly in his lap. His eyes would roll back as Geralt trailed his hands over his body and he’d squeeze them tight before trying to open them and look at Geralt through the fog. It was never a rule they set up, but Jaskier always wanted to see Geralt, and Geralt found it incredibly endearing.

“What do you need today, Sweetheart?” Geralt ran his hand over Jaskier’s hair as the brunet bit his lip and whined as he wiggled as if he couldn’t possibly sit still. 

“No cuffs,” he mumbled, back to rutting his half chub against Geralt’s abs. 

Geralt kissed him sweetly and softly, “Mmm, thank you, Sweetheart. Do you want to move? Get all that energy out?” 

Jaskier nodded and squeezed his eyes shut with a high-pitched whine.

“Okay, good boy. One more question then you don’t have to speak, I promise.” Geralt practically cooed as he stroked Jaskier’s cheeks, trying to get his attention while keeping his voice soft, “Do you want to fuck me or something else?”

“Ohhhh fuck you.” 

Geralt always knew he’d found the right option or hit the right spot when Jaskier’s voice dropped down an octave and he drew out his moan like that. He’d get whiny and needy and hit notes Geralt hadn’t thought possible, but when Jaskier really liked something, he damn near growled. 

“Oh-ho-hokay,” Geralt laughed, laying back on their bed and situating the two of them so they could easily shimmy out of their clothes. Jaskier’s hands were all over him as soon as they were both naked. He knelt between Geralt’s thighs and ran his hands up over Geralt’s torso, taking time to grab a handful of his pecks and sigh like it soothed some incredible itch. 

“That’s it Sweetheart, I’m all yours. Take what you need,” Geralt fumbled for the bottle of lube by the bed as he hummed his encouragements, his breath hitching every now and then when Jaskier flicked his nipple or groped at his inner thigh. 

As soon as he uncapped the little bottle, it was snatched out of his hands by Jaskier who quickly covered his fingers and nudged Geralt’s legs farther apart with his thighs. He dragged the length of his finger over Geralt’s hole and earned a delighted chuckle for his efforts. As Jaskier started working up a rhythm circling Geralt’s entrance and almost pushing a finger in before pulling back, he used his other hand to lazily stroke himself. 

“A-are you getting hard for me, Sweetheart? Hm? Go- oh- gonna fuck me till you can’t think anymore?” Geralt stuttered as Jaskier finally pushed one finger inside. 

Jaskier groaned in response, his hips twitching into his hand as he pumped himself in time with his hand opening Geralt up. His whines got higher and higher as he stretched Geralt sloppily. Jaskier always took his time, in and out of play, to make sure Geralt was fully ready for him but he couldn’t focus. Geralt propped himself on his elbows and watched his pretty little sub for a moment, all blushy and desperate for him. Jaskier was watching his fingers disappear inside Geralt, slowly and a little unsteadily, as he squeezed his cock almost in frustration. It was adorable, but Geralt didn’t want his sub frustrated right now. He wanted him satisfied and without a care in the world. 

“Here, Sweetheart, do you need some help?”

“Mhm,” Jaskier nodded as Geralt gripped his wrist and slid one finger down Jaskier’s hand to join his other two inside him. 

“There you go, baby. That’s much easier, hm? Just need a little more. Can you add one more finger for me- Ohhh yes, good boy. Th-thank you,” Geralt guided their hands to pump in and out just enough to really open him up. At this point he did if for Jaskier. He’d be fine with a burn and a little adjustment period, but Jaskier would feel guilty later and Geralt couldn’t have that. 

As soon as he deemed himself ready, Geralt released Jaskier’s wrist and pulled his hands back, pitching his voice down so it was almost a command, almost, “Go ahead Sweetheart. Fuck me until your head’s completely empty.”

Jaskier growled as he lunged forward. Geralt dribbled some more lube as Jaskier rested the tip of his cock against Geralt’s hole. They both hissed at the sudden rush of cold but the distraction didn’t last long. Soon Jaskier was steadily pumping in and out of Geralt, hands planted on either side of Geralt’s ribs. Geralt did his best not to get swept up in the moment and demand more or harder or anything at all. Instead, he caressed Jaskier’s face and mumbled sweet little praises or check ins, making sure Jaskier was getting exactly what he needed. 

When Jaskier was close he wrinkled his nose. Geralt never asked if he realized he did this, but he loved it, as a perfect tell and also because it was adorable. 

As soon as Geralt saw it he tapped the bottom of Jaskier’s chin, “Eyes on me, baby. Mm! Fuck that’s perfect. You’re doing so well Sweetheart.”

With that Jaskier tipped over the edge, swearing and gasping but not breaking eye contact with Geralt. Before he pulled out and before Geralt could even say anything, Jaskier wrapped his still lubed hand around Geralt’s cock and stroked until he came with a shout. 

Coming back to his senses, Geralt realized Jaskier was still trying to rut into him even as he began to soften. 

“Oh, Sweetheart, come here,” he cooed, guiding Jaskier to pull out and snuggle up to Geralt’s chest, regardless of the mess, “Did that help?”

Jaskier just nodded and did his best to crawl inside Geralt's skin as he settled and his breathing began to slow. 

"Thank you…" he whispered, tracing one of Geralt’s scars with his fingertips. 

"For what, Sweetheart?"

“For talking me through it.” his voice was so so quiet, but Geralt thought he sounded much less frantic than when he’d burst into the room before, “It was nice to hear, you know… that I did a good job…” 

“Of course, anything for you,” Geralt whispered before kissing Jaskier on the forehead before tilting his chin up for a proper kiss. He’d want to clean them up before they fell asleep, but it couldn’t hurt to hold Jaskier for a little longer.

[hailhailsatan]

Title: Sit Nice

Pairing: Geralt/Jaskier

Prompt: Bells

Summary: Geralt gets Jaskier cuffs and a collar that have bells on them so that he can hear when he moves.

CW/Tags: Dom Geralt, Sub Jaskier, kitten play/petplay, kitten Jaskier, explicit consent and consent discussion, fluff with implied horny. 

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Jaskier sat silently on the bundle of furs in their bedroom in the keep, rubbing his face against Geralt’s leg as the witcher tried to fasten the collar round his neck.

“Jask, pet, sit still for a minute while I get this buckled.”

Geralt pulled him back by the top of his loose shirt, but he only stayed still for a few seconds before he went back to rubbing his face on Geralt’s inner legs, making him giggle. Once the collar was on with much fuss, the little bell started to ring as he moved. Geralt crouched down to eye level with him. While he spoke, Jaskier gave him little kitten licks to his chin and behind his ear.

“Okay, look at me kitten, eye contact.”

Jaskier leaned back on his heels, his eyes wide, while Geralt pushed his tongue back into his mouth, grinning at his cute little pet.

“I’m going to get something to eat. I’ll bring food back later for you. While we all eat, no pets allowed at the dinner table, do you understand?”

Jaskier exaggeratedly nodded his head, the little bell ringing instantly making him hide his face with a blushing smile. Geralt stroked his head and Jaskier pushed his face into the touch.

“I have something else here for you too.”

Geralt brought out two little cuffs for Jaskier’s wrists and proceeded to put them on for him. The cuffs also had little bells on them.

“I’ll just be down the hall; the doors stay open and you’ve to sit nice for me while I'm gone. If you get up to move, or move those little paws because you can’t wait half an hour for me to come back, I’ll hear you.”

Jaskier whined knowing exactly what that meant. He had been scolded before when Geralt walked in on him playing with himself, unable to wait for Geralt to get back from dinner. His brow furrowed and his nose scrunched up.

“Half an hour, kitten. I know it’s hard but you know the rules, no pets when we’re eating. Give me words sweetheart, do you understand, are you happy?”

Jaskier was always silent in kitten space, but if they needed consent or to check on each other throughout, they could always ask. Silence was just extra fun, never a rule.

“Yes, Sir. I can sit nice.”

Geralt sat down on the furs with his kitten, letting Jaskier climb on him, his tongue darting out instantly. The bells ringing out round the room.

When Geralt was called for dinner, he bundled Jaskier up, scritching him, then left the room. He was sat for only 15 minutes before he heard soft bells from down the hall. He looked up from his plate towards the direction of the noise. The bells began to get louder, and jingled faster, before Geralt stood up from the table. It was in this moment where he’d realised that instead of the bells being a form of restraint for his kitten, he had accidentally given Jaskier a means of begging for attention from a different room.  

He stood in the doorframe, looking at Jaskier with a tilted head.

“You’re a nuisance, kitten.”

Jaskier bit his lip and shook his head. Geralt held out his hand.

“You can sit at my feet at the table until I’m finished. You’re spoiled.”

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[hold-me-witcher]

Thinking about Yennefer, who's viciously a top, always wants to be in control, but she knows nothing about proper power dynamics and that some people really crave the subjugation. She meets Jaskier, who's happy to introduce her to the concept AND he likes getting pegged.

[hailhailsatan]

Hi Hailie, for the kink prompt list: I loooove your vesemir/Jaskier HC, can I maybe get cockwarming for them? 👉👈

Anything for you Ellie 😊

Do we want more Jaskier patience games? I do. 🤣🤣

A little filthy ficlet!

CW: Cockwarming, Dom Vesemir, Sub Jaskier, heavy submission talk, light/quick mentions of: hair pulling, finger sucking, frottage.

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"Don't swallow."

Vesemir smiled gently, stroking through Jaskier's hair.

"I know you like the taste. This isn't a treat for you, this is about being able to sit still."

Jaskier made a noise like a choked cry, his eyes starting to water. He was desperate. He hadn't been able to last through any of these patience games, and he was adamant he'd do this one. He was spoiled. Used to using a combination of his eyes and filthy words to talk his way into getting what he wanted. But Vesemir could see past the bratty little games. He wasn't so movable. Between this and 3 days of begging to cum, Jaskier was about to pass out.

"Easy, precious. Don't hurt yourself. You'll get your reward soon."

Vesemir pulled Jaskier off his cock slightly when the bard started to zone out. Leaning forward with his jaw slack made it easy for him to accidentally take Vesemir's cock down his throat where he wanted it to be. The look on his face that Vesemir knew well as please, Sir, but not yet.

It was twenty more minutes before Vesemir pulled Jaskier's head back by the hair, his mouth almost locked open from being in that position so long. He whined instantly from the loss in his mouth with spit wet lips. Vesemir wiped his chin with his fingers before pushing in back onto his tongue. Jaskier lapped it up instantly, the comforting taste of his doms pre cum surprising him.

"My good, patient boy. Does your jaw hurt, little dove?"

Jaskier nodded, squeezing his eyes shut as he sucked furiously on the fingers in his mouth. Vesemir leaned down, removing his fingers to rub and kiss at Jaskier's jaw.

"Thank you, Sir. Thank you."

Three days of begging. Three days of whining. Three days of doing everything but stomp his foot on the ground in a tantrum. But when Vesemir finally asked him, pushing his leg between Jaskier's thighs to let him rut against his leg like an untrained animal;

"Do you want your reward now?"

Jaskier realised this was what he wanted. What he needed. To be absolutely denied to the point where every tiny touch of his dom felt like a gift he'd earned though total submission of his needs. To constantly have a reminder that he ached for him and only Vesemir had the control to do anything to help.

He'd never experienced real submission before. And it felt like another plane of blissful existence.

"It's up to you, Sir. I'm yours."

[hailhailsatan]

Distraction prompts...hmm. How about some Veskier headcanons about bratty Jaskier?

🤭 absolutely.

Okay ALL of this is going under a cut. Please be careful with these warnings.

CW: Dom Vesemir x Sub/Brat Jaskier, spoiling with gifts, denial, begging/whining, ruined orgasm/handjob, explicit consent and safeword set up. 18+ this is an established dom/sub relationship with practice/boundaries in place but I've tried to fit as much safewordy set up into the hc as poss.

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Jaskier has a denial kink, and one of the ways they explore this is by playing 'the choice game.' A plan that took great care and consideration, where no matter how much Jaskier begged, unless he used his safe word, there would be no change. He wasn't allowed to get pleasure. He wanted to beg. He wanted to be denied. He wanted to feel owned by the end of this game.

Vesemir will spoil Jaskier when he asks, but it comes at a cost. Any pretty trinket or indulgent item of clothing, Jaskier will be given an option. He can have the present, but he wont be allowed to cum that night. Vesemir will know Jaskier wants to play the game when he starts asking for gifts with his bratty little grin.

100% of the time Jaskier has his mind on being spoiled immediately, always picking the gifts. Beaming as Vesemir, with no expense spared, gives him what he wants. But Vesemir knows the real fun will come later.

Jaskier will swan in later on wearing whatever gift he's been given that day, his eyes dark and hair perfect messed.

"What do you think, Sir?"

He'll spread his legs on Vesemir's lap, straddling him as Vesemir leans back on the chair taking in his doll.

"Have you made your choice?"

Each time Jaskier thinks he's got away with it.

"No, Sir please..." Kissing up the older witchers neck, thinking it might persuade him. "Look how pretty I am. All for you."

Vesemir will hold his hips, stopping him from moving until he's hade a decision. Jaskier's cock straining through his new nightwear, already sore with need. He doesn't respond, he'll wait for Jaskier to get himself into a state because he can't grind down to get any contact, his cock pulsing as he tries to fuck the air infront of him.

"Sir, this isn't fair!" Eventually collapsing on Vesemir's shoulder.

"Are you done?"

A mumbled yes is is heard in his shoulder.

"Good boy. Now what do you choose? Do you want to warm Sirs cock, or do you want to cum without feeling it?"

Vesemir can feel Jaskier's lungs deflate and his body go weak with submission.

"2. It hurts, Sir. I need to cum, please, please."

Vesemir will turn him round so that he's lying against his chest, then take him in his hand. Every time Jaskier is close, the rule is Jaskier has to say stop. The more it happens, the harder it is and eventually he is writhing in Vesemir's lap, "begging" for him to change his mind. "Please, Sir. I'll be good. I'll not cum for a week if you let me cum properly this one time. Please."

Eventually, they reach the point of no return. Jaskier know's it's going to happen and babbles "no, not yet!" over and over when he feels Vesemir's hand leave. His cock starts to pulse and throb as cum starts to spurt over his legs and stomach. Jaskier will turn his head into Vesemir's neck, biting at the skin as he feels nothing but shaky legs. "Good boy, that feels better doesn't it? No need for you to feel it, you just need the release don't you, pet?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, thank you, thank you." Jaskier will continue showering him in praise as Vesemir calms his shaking down. Holding him steady and rubbing his thighs and back. He'll carry him to go and clean him up and Jaskier will whimper the full time, nosing against any skin he can. This part is always an incredible feeling. Blissed out and feeling looked after. Giving over control.

Vesemir knows exactly how his sub should be spoiled.