Pairings: Adora/Catra (Catradora). Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018).
Rating: G. Chapters: 1/1. Words: 6.1k.
Summary:
Adora has spent three years in her room in Bright Moon and the only thing she even thought to change was the bed. Catra turns it into a home within weeks.
(Or, let’s fix our bedroom, after the war)
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This line art from "The Heart Pt. 2" was made and posted by Soyun Park, I used color temperature editing to make it match screenshots from the show more (below) and drew over it for my vision lol
This manip spiraled so hard, I intended to 1) block the color of the entire floor, all the walls and decorations on them, and sky as one so it would only be three colors 2) plaster over arches and draw the window/seat, and then 3) I realized I needed to draw the vine pool and that's where it spiraled. That meant some serious coloring, and the little plants around the room looked so weird in monochrome after that, as did the gold touches when I'd drawn the one window and colored the little gold faucet points for the fountain. The hanging crystals on the right also needed to be either covered up or superimposed since the window was running over the middle of them, and then I found myself coloring more and more, and then I was like at this point I need to draw that cabinet since it's difficult to describe and I'm drawing something anyway, and then it was so full I had to do all the little decorations I'd told myself were fine around the room.
The scale for the window seat is a little off but take everything here as purely conceptual, I am no good at drawing objects or perspective. I didn't "add" the railing in the part seen beyond the fountain because I'm not actually sure that's part of the balcony, but I maintain that tiny lip does NOT count as a railing, it's like ankle high. There's no railing on the edge of the garden pool because it would damage the plants to install, some vines trail down over the side outside.
Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier
Warning(s): a/b/o, intersex omegas, accidental pregnancy, mpreg (see ao3 for full list of tags)
Rating: explicit
Chapter: 13
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Fic Summary: Geralt has knows since the trials that, unlike other omegas, he will never become pregnant, never raise pups and live a normal life. But after a close call finds him and Jaskier in bed together, he discovers he was wrong about that assumption.
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Twins.
Geralt can't think of anything else for hours. Even after Jaskier's had a bath run for them and he's clean and fed and comfortable, he can't get the idea of two pups out of his mind. Jaskier assures him everything will be fine, but Geralt isn't entirely sure he's upset about it. He doesn't really know how to feel at all. One pup is a lot, but two- without help, without settling down somewhere at least temporarily, Geralt doesn't know if he will be able to manage. He doesn't know how he feels about that, either.
But Jaskier brings him tea in bed and comes to sit next to him. He brushes his fingers through Geralt's hair while Geralt sips his tea, humming an unfamiliar tune and Geralt shuts his eyes.
"How are you feeling?" Jaskier asks. "I think I promised you a carriage ride, hm? We'll be here for a little while, would you like a tour?"
"Sure," Geralt hums, but even he can tell his voice sounds distant, unfocused.
"Alright, finish your tea, I'll let the coachman know."
Jaskier brushes a hand down Geralt’s shoulder before trotting away. Geralt's eyes follow after him, watching the sway of his hips and the way he shifts his arms when he walks. He's never noticed before, but it feels like something you only learn to appreciate right before it's gone. Because yes they're Jaskier's pups, but Jaskier is flighty and adventurous - who else would follow a Witcher from one end of the continent to the other? - and Geralt can't ask him to settle with him, not even for a little while.
Once the pups are old enough, Jaskier will leave and Geralt will have to find somewhere else to stay. Because Jaskier's parents are kind and caring and he's sure they will always have a place for their grandchildren here, but Geralt isn't sure without Jaskier that that invitation will extend to him.
While he waits for Jaskier to return, Geralt thinks about taking the pups to Kaer Morhen or whether it might be better to leave them here with their grandparents. Anna and Alfred would surely love to have them here. But the more Geralt thinks about it, the more the thought makes him ache. He couldn't possibly bear to leave them, not really. Even unborn, the pups have grown on him. Jaskier had said they were in this together, that he wants a family, but he wasn't expecting two pups and Geralt hasn't been able to muster the courage to ask him about it.
He runs a hand over his belly and one of them shifts, pressing up against the palm of his hand as though understanding. Geralt's smiling down at his hand when Jaskier returns.
"Hey," Jaskier smiles, "are they moving?"
Geralt nods and Jaskier crosses over to him quickly, kneeling on the bed and laying his hand next to Geralt's. Jaskier holds his breath until the pup shifts and Geralt can hear the little hitch in Jaskier’s breath when he feels it. They're quiet for a few moments, just sitting quietly, feeling the pups turning over in Geralt's belly and Geralt could cry. He's never felt so warm and comforted and like he belongs and he knows it won't last.
They wait until evening to head out on their carriage ride after Geralt is hit with a bout of nausea. Jaskier leaves him in bed and comes to collect him after a nap, leaning over Geralt where he's laying on the bed.
"Feeling better?" he asks and Geralt nods. "Alright," Jaskier whispers, "are you ready to go?" He holds a hand out to Geralt and he follows shortly, noting Jaskier's slowed pace as he winds Geralt's fingers between his own.
Moonlight shines through the windows in the hall and Geralt looks out over the gardens. It seems unreal that this all belongs to Jaskier's family, that this is his to enjoy for a time - not that he can really enjoy it much when he weighs as much as a rock troll and gets tired walking for more than fifteen minutes at a time.
The carriage is waiting for them out front and Jaskier helps Geralt up before circling around to climb in the opposite side. They start out at a steady pace and Geralt looks out the window, taking in the scenery lit by moonlight. If he were more poetically inclined, he might write a song, but he's sure Jaskier has written enough for the both of them. For a little while, Geralt just enjoys the ride. They're passing outside the property when Jaskier's hand settles on his knee.
"Is something wrong?" Jaskier asks quietly, "you're even more silent than normal tonight."
"I'm fine," Geralt says quietly.
"If this is about the twins," Jaskier starts, "you know you won't have to care for them alone. They're my pups, too, and I'm not just going to abandon you." He squeezes Geralt's hand and Geralt pulls up a little smile. At first, he thinks. But Geralt knows better than any what it's like to have a child you don't want - he himself was given up. "Geralt," Jaskier chides, "whatever you're thinking, stop it. I'll be here for you, for them."
"Okay," Geralt breathes. He wants to believe it, but he supposes nothing but time will tell how Jaskier will react to the pups.
"How are you feeling?" Jaskier asks, voice low.
"Tired."
"I mean," Jaskier amends, sliding his hand higher up Geralt's thigh, "how are you feeling."
"You know how I'm feeling. The same."
"Hm. Why don't you let me distract you then, hm? Show you how much I want this, want you? Think you can be quiet?"
Geralt's pulse races and his gut clenches and he knows he should say no, that he shouldn't let Jaskier do whatever he's thinking of with the coachman right there. But the words die in his throat. And Jaskier is already slipping from his seat, hands on Geralt's knees.
Jaskier pushes the hem of the dress up just past Geralt's knees and tugs him forward, pulling him close so that only the edge of Geralt's ass is on the seat. Jaskier ducks under Geralt’s skirt and shuffles deeper, wrapping his arms around Geralt's thighs before burying his face in his cunt. Geralt rocks against him immediately, swallowing hard, but he remembers Jaskier's request for him to keep quiet and breathes out sharply through his nose.
"So beautiful," Jaskier hums, pressing soft kisses to his thighs, "already so wet for me, hm? When will you learn you can just ask, love?"
Two fingers slip inside him and Geralt throws his head back against the seat, eyes clenched shut. Arousal sears through him, heightened by the fact that only a few feet in front of him, the coachman is oblivious to the fact that Jaskier's got his fingers buried in Geralt's cunt.
Geralt comes twice on Jaskier’s fingers before Jaskier ducks down to lick the slick from his legs and work his way back up to Geralt’s cunt. When Geralts's moan slips through, Jaskier reaches up to cover his mouth, fingers slipping between Geralt’s lips. Jaskier pulls away, breathing heavily and climbs back up onto the seat, shifting Geralt so he's lying against the door to the carriage.
"Gods, Geralt, look at you-"
Jaskier pulls his fingers back, running along the swell of Geralt's bottom lip before pushing back into his mouth again. Geralt sucks gently on them, moaning softly as though he has Jaskier's prick between his lips instead. He'd turn the carriage around right now if it meant getting Jaskier alone in their room so he could make Jaskier come with his mouth.
"I wish I could fuck you," Jaskier whispers, "you have no idea. Want to slip inside and make you come so hard you can't think, fuck-"
Jaskier shifts, squeezing his cock through his trousers. Geralt can see the line of it, thick and hard beneath the silky fabric and he wants it. Slick gushes between his legs and Jaskier moans softly, dipping down to kiss Geralt's breasts through his dress.
"Gonna take you to bed when we get home and fuck you so good."
He's mumbling absently, tugging Geralt down to the seat so he can climb over him.
"Okay on your back?"
Geralt nods and Jaskier fingers the ties on his dress unlacing the top so he can push it aside and get his mouth around Geralt's nipple. He sucks hard and Geralt squirms as milk releases under Jaskier's ministrations. It eases the pressure but something about the release itself is… very good. Geralt knows Jaskier likes sucking his tits like this, there was no doubt about that the last time, but he's still embarrassed about it, about the way he enjoys Jaskier's mouth around his nipples, sucking the milk from him. He knows he shouldn't, but he can't help himself, twitching even as Jaskier groans around his nipple.
"Fuck," Jaskier mumbles, "you're incredible, love, you're so fucking sexy like this."
Geralt just huffs softly, too wrapped up in the relief and the constant pleasure searing through him to think about anything more. His cunt aches and he wants nothing more than to ride Jaskier until he feels his knot swelling within him, locking in his cunt. But he knows Jaskier won't, not with someone else right there.
Jaskier makes Geralt come three times with his mouth and Geralt is soaked by the time they pull up in front of the manor again, dripping down his thighs and desperate for a knot. Jaskier's got four fingers buried in him when they pull to a stop and Jaskier leans forward to the window.
"We'll just be a little longer," Jaskier says with a surprisingly steady voice for how hard he is against Geralt's thigh. "I'll bring the carriage around when we head inside."
The driver doesn't question them and he bids Jaskier goodnight before leaving them alone. Jaskier's mouth is on Geralt’s tits again immediately, despite the fact that he's already sucked Geralt dry and made him come an additional time just sucking on his nipples. Geralt bucks under him, still needy despite the sensitivity of his nipples and cocklet, and then Jaskier's sliding between his thighs, fucking Geralt slower on his fingers as he works open his trousers and pulls his cock out
Jaskier’s knot is already swelling a little and the sight makes Geralt ache. He wants that buried deep inside him, wants to clench down around it as Jaskier spills in him and- Geralt groans as Jaskier's cock slides against his tender cocklet and before he even realizes, Geralt is shuddering through another orgasm.
Geralt rocks his hips frantically, desperate for the friction against his cocklet, but when he arches off the bench again, Jaskier's fingers slip out of Geralt’s cunt and he sobs. He's so empty and wet and achy and he needs a knot, if Jaskier would just give it to him. A gentle hand brushes over Geralt’s forehead and when he opens his eyes, Jaskier is right there.
"Shhh, love," Jaskier whispers, "you're alright."
"Wanna come," Geralt whines, "need your knot, please-"
"I know, darling, I know. Lie back."
Jaskier presses a gentle hand to his stomach and Geralt lays back against the seat, shutting his eyes and focusing on Jaskier's hands where they press against his skin. Geralt feels like he's burning up, like he'll simply cease to exist if Jaskier doesn't fuck him immediately and he can't remember feeling like this with anyone else outside a heat. Jaskier is careful to keep stimulating Geralt, fingers inside him or playing with his nipples until finally, he shifts where he sits and slides his cock against his cunt.
"'M not gonna last long," he mumbles but Geralt doesn't care, he just wants him and now.
Jaskier slides in easily and Geralt shoves down onto him hard, earning himself a shaky little moan from Jaskier as Jaskier braces himself on the seat. Jaskier holds Geralt still for a moment, one hand on his hip, until Geralt can adjust and then Jaskier shifts forward, fucking Geralt’s cunt in long, slow strokes. Geralt's eyes drop shut again and Jaskier bends to kiss his belly, pushing the gown up to give him access to his bare skin.
"Love you," Jaskier mumbles, "fuck Geralt, i just- fuck."
He buries his face in Geralt’s belly, thrusting hard and Geralt is already so caught up in the push and pull he can barely think. He just slips his hands over Jaskier's, squeezing lightly and tangling their fingers together. He wants Jaskier so badly, wants to keep him forever and in this moment Geralt feels like maybe he can.
"Fuck," Jaskier chokes, "Geralt, I'm gonna- you wanna come again? Tell me how you want it."
"Kiss me," Geralt blurts and Jaskier lunges forward, claiming Geralt’s lips in a frantic kiss that only settles when he grinds his knot against the ring of Geralt's cunt and pushes in.
Geralt moans against Jaskier’s lips and reaches up, tangling his fingers in Jaskier's hair and holding him close. The kiss is sloppy and uncoordinated, but Geralt can't let him go, can't let Jaskier slip away even for a second. And Jaskier makes no attempt to move anyway.
He continues rutting into Geralt as he comes, pressing up against that spot inside Geralt’s cunt that makes Geralt cry out for more. Jaskier kisses Geralt’s neck and his jaw and his mouth, still rocking into him until Geralt comes again, overwhelmed with pleasure and sobbing into Jaskiers mouth.
Jaskier holds himself up on shaky arms to keep from crushing Geralt but Geralt just reaches for him, sliding his fingers around Jaskier’s neck. Jaskier chuckles softly and shifts, dipping to kiss his belly again.
"Shh love, I'm here, I've got you. I don't want to hurt you." Geralt just whimpers and Jaskier leans against him as well as he can in the position, trying to keep his weight off his belly.
Jaskier pulls away as soon as his knot goes down, dropping to sit on the floor next to the seat and leaning his head against Geralt's belly.
"You ready to go in or do you want to rest a little longer?"
"'M tired, want a bath."
"Anything, my love."
Jaskier walks the horse around and parks the carriage before taking Geralt back into the manor. Jaskier calls for a bath to be poured and then returns to their rooms to find hot tea and biscuits waiting for them. Jaskier sits Geralt down on the bed and readies his tea for him before flopping on the other side of the bed.
"Feeling any better?"
"Mm."
Jaskier chuckles softly and rolls over to kiss Geralt's cheek, running a hand over his belly.
"It won't be long now, love. you're not too sore, though?"
"Not really, no more than before, I just wish-"
They're interrupted by the chambermaids' arrival and Geralt sighs. He wants to tell Jaskier he doesn't have to cater to him, doesn't have to fuck him any time he wants it. Because in the moment, the need is too great for Geralt to ever turn Jaskier down, his own need and selfishness overtaking any desire to let Jaskier out of this strange obligation. He knows alphas tend to their omegas when they're pregnant, but this feels like more. He can only hope that it is.
Geralt watches in silence as the tub in the other room is filled, Jaskier overseeing it from his spot in the archway. He looks beautiful with his mussed hair and rumpled clothes and Geralt wishes he could keep him this way forever.
When the chambermaids leave, Jaskier comes back to Geralt, taking his hands and helping him to his feet. He lifts Geralt's gown up and over his head, dropping it aside to go with the rest of the washing, then leads him into the other room. Jaskier strips out of his own clothes and steps into the tub first before guiding Geralt in after him. He lets Geralt sit first then kneels between his legs, hands still clasped and smiling at him.
"Can I kiss you?" he asks and Geralt starts, lifting his head to meet Jaskier's eyes.
"Yes?" he says softly and Jaskier leans in, bracing himself on the edge of the tub.
He leans in slowly, bumping their noses together and letting Geralt feel his breath against his lips before he finally touches Geralt. Geralt kisses back softly, tenderly, and whimpers against Jaskier's lips, needy for more. And Jaskier gives it to him, settling one hand on Geralt's belly and rubbing it in slow circles, humming against Geralt’s lips.
"I know this isn't what either of us would have chosen," Jaskier mumbles, barely drawing away, "but I'm glad it's you. Glad it's us."
"You don't mean that," Geralt mumbles, but Jaskier assures him he does and Geralt supposes that if this has to happen with anyone, he's glad it’s Jaskier too.
Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier
Warning(s): a/b/o, intersex omegas, accidental pregnancy, mpreg (see ao3 for full list of tags)
Rating: explicit
Chapter: 1
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Fic Summary: Geralt has knows since the trials that, unlike other omegas, he will never become pregnant, never raise pups and live a normal life. But after a close call finds him and Jaskier in bed together, he discovers he was wrong about that assumption.
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For @writinglizards ❤ I stole your idea and wrote you one we ‘plotted’ together. As usual, it’s a bit different than the initial idea, but I hope you still love it!
Thank you to @contemplativepancakes for letting me shove this at her as soon as each chapter was done and for the encouragement and help with the title! And thanks to @greyduckgreygoose for being an excellent beta!
Geralt should have known taking on a fiend wasn't the best idea so soon after taking on a string of other contracts. He hasn't even fully worked through the potions from the last, his senses still sharp and on the edge of painful. But being an Omega Witcher means trying harder to prove yourself, something that has bled into his adult life - and the other contracts were simple things and he had been feeling good about the decision. Had been being the operative word. He's exhausted himself now, having misjudged the fiend; it's a young one, much more sprightly than he was anticipating, and even with his potions, he's struggling to keep up. And he's exhausted. After the first round, it became clear that he wasn't going to be able to fight the fiend off like he normally would, their energy mismatched - so he's taken a new approach, one that takes much longer.
He's found a ledge of rock where he can hide and the beast won't see him, and if it does, it won't be able to get to him. He's got a bad gash on his arm and he twisted his ankle a few days back fighting off a water hag on a rocky beach. And while it's feeling better, running around on it isn't helping. He's nervous about his toxicity - the grey of his skin is worrying at best - and he has to take this thing down quickly because Jaskier is back at camp and when Geralt takes too long Jaskier worries. And when Jaskier worries, he comes looking for Geralt.
Spurred on by the thought of Jaskier at the mercy of a fiend - or worse - Geralt leaps from his hiding place, hurrying around to creep up behind the fiend. But he doesn't stay hidden for long. The fiend turns on him and Geralt swings, catching its front leg but not badly enough to disable it. He tries again but barely grazes it, only serving to make the beast angrier. It roars at him and Geralt grits his teeth against the sound, too sharp and too loud with so many potions running through his veins. He keeps his eyes open and reaches for a bomb, chucking it into the fiend's path and rolling out of the way. Geralt hears it go off, hears the angry roar the fiend lets out in response, but he doesn't see either.
Geralt’s arm aches under the weight of his sword and a quick glance tells him it's bleeding again, soaking his jerkin with dark blood. Fuck. He has to do something about it before it uses the eye on him, but he's not sure he can be quick enough like this. He readies another bomb and waits for it to come closer, keeping an eye on it at all times.
When it gets close enough, Geralt throws the bomb, but the fiend turns at the last moment, hitting it and knocking the bomb behind it. When it goes off, the bomb startles it and instead of running away, the beast comes straight for him. Geralt tries to get back to his hideout, but it's too late. The fiend has caught sight of him and it runs directly for him.
The fiend lowers its head and Geralt doesn't have time to dodge, so he ducks, rolling towards the fiend in the hopes of getting beneath it. By some miracle, he makes it and manages to plunge his sword up through its chest. Thick blood soaks him and he cringes at the scent, made all the more potent by his heightened toxicity.
The fiend staggers, then drops all at once, right on top of Geralt. It feels like a building has collapsed on him and Geralt only just manages to roll to the side to avoid the beast's entire torso falling on top of him. Witcher or not, he's not sure he'd survive that. He's pinned in the joint of its leg and chest, the weight of the fiend bearing down on his ribcage and making it hard to breathe. Geralt's not strong enough to push it off of him with an injured arm, so he just squirms until he frees himself. Then, exhausted and sore, he sprawls on his back, panting in the cool night air.
Once he's managed to catch his breath, Geralt clambers to his feet, collecting his sword and stumbling back toward his hideout where he'd left the rest of his gear. He gathers it up and stretches his limbs in an attempt to lessen the pain, but it doesn't do much.
He's limping again as he returns to camp, but at least he can't smell Jaskier. He's been gone hours longer than he should have been and for once he's glad to know Jaskier didn't come for him. And while he does appreciate the thought behind it, the idea that Jaskier worries enough to risk his own safety for him, Geralt hates that he does it. Jaskier is… too important to him to lose for his own sake. He'd give his life a dozen times over if it meant Jaskier never has to feel pain or anguish.
When he breaks through the treeline, Geralt sees the light of their fire and his shoulders slump with relief. Jaskier is there, quickly rising to his feet as he sees Geralt approach and hurrying over to him.
"Fuck, Geralt," he exclaims, his voice breaking into a whine.
Jaskier gets his hands on him, lifting Geralt’s chin and examining every bit of him to assure himself that Geralt is okay. And Jaskier has never really pulled the protective alpha on him - something Geralt is constantly thankful for - but he's grateful for it now. He's too tired to do anything more than just stand there and let Jaskier look him over, but he hopes Jaskier will know he appreciates it. Gentle hands unbuckle his armour and peel it away from him. Geralt groans as his shirt comes next, the fabric of it sticking to his wound, but Jaskier is careful and ensures he doesn't cause any further damage.
Geralt can see the worry on his face, can smell the fear on him and he hates being the cause of that. He doesn't know what to do to make it better, but he wishes there was something. He opens his mouth to speak, but finds his throat dry and swallows hard instead, lifting his eyes to meet Jaskier's.
And when he does it's like a jolt straight through him. The ache of his bruises and the sting of the cuts blend into the background when he sees the sheer relief in Jaskier's eyes. Then, before he can think anything more about it, before he can get lost in that shining blue, Jaskier leans forward and kisses him.
i decided to add a visual aid to the fic and then i got too into it and did too much so im still gonna TRY to get it up tonight but thats why its taking so long XD
Warning(s): a/b/o, intersex omegas, accidental pregnancy, mpreg (see ao3 for full list of tags)
Rating: explicit
Chapter: 10
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Fic Summary: Geralt has knows since the trials that, unlike other omegas, he will never become pregnant, never raise pups and live a normal life. But after a close call finds him and Jaskier in bed together, he discovers he was wrong about that assumption.
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chapter under the cut bc it gets pretty smutty right off the bat ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
When Jaskier’s cock finally softens enough to pull out, he keeps Geralt in his arms for a moment, nuzzling against his back and that's how Geralt wakes. He's still damp between his legs and sticky where his slick has dried on his skin, but he's more focused on Jaskier against his back, still lingering after coming, and Geralt lets himself settle in, content at least for the moment, that Jaskier isn't going to leave him.
"Are you awake, love?" Jaskier whispers, lips soft where they brush against Geralt’s shoulder.
"Mmm."
"We should get cleaned up before you sleep. The river should be warm enough to bathe in, I think. Come with me?"
Geralt is highly reluctant to leave here, comfortable with Jaskier's arms around him and worried that it may not happen again. They are bound only by the child and he wants to linger in this moment as long as possible. But Jaskier pulls away and rises up to his knees, tugging his trousers down his thighs and when Geralt looks over his shoulder at Jaskier, his gut clenches at the sight of him.
Jaskier's knot is still swollen just slightly, and Geralt’s cunt aches with an eagerness to take it again, even so soon after his last orgasm. He shouldn't be so eager to fuck already, but he puts it down to the pregnancy and his own attraction to Jaskier; even before all of this, Geralt had been holding back up until that first time after the fiend hunt. He watches as Jaskier strips naked then turns and Jaskier reaches out to him. Cautiously, Geralt takes his hand and allows Jaskier to help him to his feet, shifting to hold his belly.
Jaskier looks down at Geralt softly, dipping to kiss the swell of his abdomen before leaning up again and pressing in close. He stops just before he kisses Geralt, nose bumping against his.
"This is… this is okay, right? It's not…" Jaskier's voice is low, tentative, "Tell me if it's just about the sex. I know you need it and I'm more than happy to give you what you need, but you should know it's more than that for me."
"More than-" Geralt starts, faltering as he tries to work through the words.
"More than sex. More than just giving you something you need. That first night, I didn't mean to fuck you, I was just so overwhelmed because I thought you were dead and then there you were, stumbling back to me, and I-" Jaskier huffs, tipping his head to rest his forehead against Geralt's, "I was so relieved, so overwhelmed that I didn't know how else to react. I just wanted you so badly, to feel you warm and solid in my arms. Geralt, tell me you know."
"Know what?" Geralt whispers, his voice gone low and breathy. He doesn't dare to hope that Jaskier might feel anything like he does, but he sounds like- he sounds like it. Jaskier's eyes snap up to meet his own.
"How much I care for you, darling."
Geralt's breath catches in his chest and his eyes flash wide, searching Jaskier's for any sign of deceit. But his eyes are bright and genuine and the scent betrays only mild fear and overwhelming adoration. Tears prick the backs of his eyes and Geralt ducks his head, breaking the connection. Jaskier's hands come to settle on the back of his head, bringing him close and pressing kisses into his hair.
"I know it's a lot," Jaskier whispers, "with the baby and with… everything, but I love you, Geralt, I'm here for you. However you want me."
Geralt wants to be able to reciprocate, to tell Jaskier all the things he's been feeling for so many years now, but the words won't come and his thoughts are clunky and disorganized. Instead, he tips his head, catching Jaskier's mouth in a soft kiss. He shakes as Jaskier deepens the kiss, pressing up against him, one hand cradling Geralt’s belly as the other remains in his hair. They linger together for some time, neither willing to separate if they don't have to and there is little urgently awaiting them tonight.
When Jaskier finally draws away, his eyes are wet and Geralt instinctively frowns, but Jaskier stops him with another brief kiss.
"Sorry," he whispers, "I just- I never thought we'd be here like this." One of his hands finds Geralt's, tangling their fingers together. "Come on then, darling, let's get you all cleaned up and have some supper."
Geralt allows himself to be led down to the river's edge, his head still foggy with disbelief even as he squeezes Jaskier's fingers between his own. Jaskier finds a gradual incline where Geralt can easily wade into the water and Geralt walks in up to his stomach, splashing water on himself to clean his body as well as possible.
But cleaning between his legs is hard with his stomach protruding and Geralt fumbles with it until Jaskier comes over to him.
"Do you need help?" he asks and Geralt grits his teeth in frustration, but Jaskier just strokes Geralt’s arm and kisses his shoulder. "We're doing this together, remember?"
Geralt hesitates but nods curtly and Jaskier reaches down between his thighs, rubbing the slick away and running soft hands up the backs of his legs. But Geralt's body reacts quickly and when Jaskier's fingers brush against the folds of his cunt, he whimpers and jerks into the touch.
"Still horny?" Jaskier asks, teasing a finger inside.
"Jask-"
"'S okay, can you come without a knot?" he asks, "I don't know if I can get going again so quickly."
"Dunno," Geralt mumbles, already rocking down onto Jaskier's finger. He's never not been able to come without a knot until last night, so he doesn't think it should happen again, but he's never been fucked when he was pregnant before so he doesn't know. Jaskier slips another finger into him and Geralt groans, head dropping back against Jaskier's shoulders.
Jaskier nuzzles against Geralt’s neck, licking over the spot where a mating bite would normally go and Geralt shakes under him, hips pushing forward shaky and desperate. He comes with three fingers in him, dropping forward so all his weight is supported by Jaskier's body.
"Oh, that's right love, feels better, hm?"
"Mm."
Jaskier finishes cleaning Geralt up, careful not to touch where it's too sensitive, then he takes care of himself and they head for shore once more.
Over the next few weeks, Geralt tries to work on asking for help. He still feels like an inconvenience, still feels like he's bothering Jaskier, but Jaskier is quick to put a stop to that. They arrive in Hagge in the early evening and Jaskier immediately goes to the inn, asking for a room and a meal while Geralt collects their belongings. He's still struggling with Roach's saddlebags when Jaskier returns to him. Geralt's too big now to properly bend over and it's frustrating not to be able to do something so simple on his own.
"Everything alright?" Jaskier asks, strolling over and pressing a gentle hand on Geralt's shoulder.
"No, I- I can't reach," he grumbles. "Can you- will you-" he sighs, stumbling over the words, "could you get it?" Jaskier's face lights up.
"Are you asking for my help, darling?"
"Yes," Geralt huffs, barely resisting gritting his teeth again.
"Mm, that's what I was hoping for." Jaskier, turns Geralt around, getting his hands on Geralt's belly and walking him back toward the back of the inn. He presses him up against the building then quickly looks around before dropping to his knees.
He tugs Geralt's trousers down far enough to reach his cunt and buries his face in it, sliding his tongue inside and sucking at his lips. Geralt whimpers, hands dropping to Jaskier's head and tangling his hair. He rocks his hips instinctively, fucking Jaskier's mouth and rocking his cocklet against his forehead. He's too overwhelmed to realize what they must look like out here, with Jaskier on his knees under his belly, eating him out like a pair of teenagers. But Jaskier doesn't linger, getting him off with quick precision and it's not until Geralt is shuddering through his orgasm that he realizes he's just come on Jaskier's face.
Jaskier digs his handkerchief from his pack to wipe away the excess slick before tucking Geralt back into his trousers and wiping himself off. But he smells like Geralt for days and the feeling is exhilarating.
This is not a one-off occurrence and it doesn't take Geralt long to realize that Jaskier is dropping everything to eat him out or finger him to orgasm every time he asks for help. He knows it's a ploy, but it does make it easier to ask, knowing Jaskier is that happy to help. And it helps keep the neediness at bay, for the most part.
But then the feelings get stronger and Geralt's breasts get more sore and achy the bigger they get and even when he's horny, his cunt aches. Geralt's struggling to sleep one night, his belly weighing him down and his breasts throbbing. He tosses and turns until Jaskier stirs next to him. Jaskier turns over so he can face him and he's clearly exhausted but he reaches out to Geralt, rubbing his hand over Geralt's belly and slipping under his shirt.
Jaskier fumbles a little before cupping Geralt's breast in one hand and squeezing gently. His thumb brushes over a nipple and Geralt whimpers, pushing into the touch. Jaskier hums against him, playing with his nipples and leaning in to kiss his chest where his shirt is open.
"Feel good?" he mumbles and Geralt lets out a breathy yes, pressing his chest forward so Jaskier can play with him.
It doesn't take Jaskier long to get him out of his shirt, shuffling down to mouth at Geralt's tits, licking around his nipples and nipping at the sensitive buds. Geralt whines and pleads with him for more, reaching up to pinch his own nipples when Jaskier is too gentle with him. So Jaskier sucks harder, squeezing Geralt's other breast and pinching his nipple and it feels… odd.
Jaskier moans eagerly, pushing forward and sucking hard and a sweet scent fills the air. Geralt ignores it, caught up in the feeling of Jaskier's mouth on his nipple, on the way it eases the ache. But then he's pulling off and Geralt groans.
"'S no wonder you're achy," Jaskier whispers, his voice rough and low. "You're already with milk. 'S early."
"Oh. Can you- it felt good when you-"
Jaskier practically growls as he rolls Geralt back onto his back, dropping immediately to mouth at his nipple again. Geralt shuts his eyes, hips twitching as Jaskier sucks on him, licking over his nipple as he drinks from him. Which is… far sexier than it should be.
Geralt gets a hand in Jaskier’s hair, holding him against his chest as the clench in his gut gets tighter and as Jaskier gets his hand back on his other breast, Geralt comes. He cries out, tugging Jaskier's hair as he ruts against the fabric of his smalls and spills. Jaskier pulls off of his nipple but he just groans a brief fuck before he's tugging Geralt's smalls off and climbing over him.
Jaskier switches nipples, sucking on one and then the other until Geralt is sobbing beneath him, twitching because he can feel Jaskier's cock against his hip and aches to have him inside. And when Jaskier is sufficiently satisfied that he's Geralt's milk is depleted and he's comfortable, that it's not too much (it is, but Geralt wants it too badly to let him stop), he fumbles with his own smalls and slips into him.
Jaskier fucks Geralt as he sucks on his nipples and Geralt feels like he's floating, right on the border of pleasure and pain, desperate to keep Jaskier's mouth on his chest. Jaskier's hips twitch and Geralt writhes under him, working through another orgasm as Jaskier grinds his knot against the lips of his cunt.
"Please,” Geralt whispers, fingers threaded through Jaskier's hair, "please."
"Gonna come," Jaskier huffs, nipping at his breast.
"Knot me," Geralt whines, "please, Jask, I need it."
"Mm I know you do, darling, does it feel better? Not so heavy now?" Geralt nods and Jaskier kisses up his chest, up his neck as he pushes his knot inside and Geralt is barely through one orgasm before he's coming again, sobbing as Jaskier's mouth returns to his nipple, sending sharp pulses to his cocklet.
Jaskier keeps going, even after he's knotted Geralt, licking and sucking until Geralt comes again, completely overwhelmed and sobbing with oversensitivity. Afterward, Jaskier sits up, still buried inside Geralt, and rubs Geralt's stomach, humming a shaky tune as he rides through the remainder of his orgasm.
In the morning, Jaskier is already awake when Geralt's eyes flutter open. He's sitting above Geralt, rubbing his belly in much the same easy way as he had been when they fell asleep the night before, smiling down at Geralt softly.
"Good morning," Jaskier hums, "can I talk to you about something?"
"'Bout what?" Geralt mumbles.
"You're with milk already, it won't be too much longer now before you're ready to give birth - only a couple of months. My sister, uh, she complained about her breasts leaking a few months before my niece was born."
"I already know that, Jaskier. What are you getting at?" Geralt groans as he sits up, worried about what this impromptu conversation about giving birth means.
"I'd like to take you to Lettenhove to give birth. My family will take care of you and there's a midwife if anything goes wrong and- I just, I want to make sure you're safe, love."
"Jaskier," Geralt sighs, relieved and disappointed at the same time, "I- I don't think they want me there."
"Nonsense, love. They're my family, they're lovely and they'll love you. And they'd be happier knowing any Pankratz child is born in the city where they can be properly cared for. I don't want to take you if you'll be uncomfortable, but I do want you to be properly taken care of."
Jaskier is so genuine, staring down at Geralt with big wide eyes and Geralt couldn't deny him anything. The thought of staying in a manor house with Jaskier's family terrifies him, but his other options aren't any better. And he trusts Jaskier to do what's best for the pup.
Warning(s): a/b/o, intersex omegas, accidental pregnancy, mpreg (see ao3 for full list of tags)
Rating: explicit
Chapter: 9
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Fic Summary: Geralt has knows since the trials that, unlike other omegas, he will never become pregnant, never raise pups and live a normal life. But after a close call finds him and Jaskier in bed together, he discovers he was wrong about that assumption.
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Geralt is still reluctant to let Jaskier do too much for him. It's the natural way of things, Jaskier will tease when he knows Geralt's in a good mood. An alpha is meant to care for their pregnant omega.
"I'm not your omega," Geralt mumbles, "I'm only carrying your child." He can't let himself think too much about it, can't let himself think there's a chance that he could have something more with Jaskier because it will only hurt more if he does and Jaskier rejects him.
"Maybe not officially," Jaskier admits, "but I'm still responsible for you."
"You're not," Geralt grumbles, but Jaskier just slips closer and presses up against him. He puts his head on Geralt's shoulder and hums softly.
"Why don't we agree to disagree and you come downstairs with me and have some supper, hm? Tomorrow on our way out of town we can pick up some of those honey buns you like so much."
"Jaskier-" he doesn't like the idea of Jaskier spending unnecessary coin on him. They've already run almost through Geralt's savings and have been relying mostly on Jaskier's income - it's hard enough without Jaskier buying frivolous things for him.
"Don't you Jaskier me. You need to start taking it easy, darling."Jaskier slips his hands down, rubbing slowly over the swell of Geralt's belly, "you're not just taking care of yourself anymore. Please, let me help."
Reluctantly, Geralt agrees to join Jaskier for supper and he tries not to think too much about why Jaskier insists on not only joining him on the path but looking after him as well. He can't decide which option is worse: Jaskier feeling like he needs to take care of Geralt out of responsibility, or Jaskier being genuinely kind but still without any romantic feeling for Geralt. They eat together and Jaskier has to help him up the stairs afterward. Geralt is exhausted and massive - he doesn't miss the way Jaskier eyes his belly with concern - and even just getting up the stairs leaves him breathless. He hates it.
But then Jaskier gets Geralt upstairs and as soon as Jaskier’s hands are on him, Geralt feels immediately better. Jaskier gets him out of his clothes and runs his hands over Geralt's bare skin and it lulls him into a false sense of security. And even though he knows he shouldn't, Geralt lets it.
They leave the next morning, heading toward Novigrad to stock up on supplies and Geralt can't stop thinking about falling asleep with Jaskier wrapped around him. He shouldn't have, shouldn't let Jaskier get so close because Geralt knows it's only about the baby. Jaskier wouldn't actually want him, and certainly not like this. Geralt can take care of himself as he always has and not be left with an empty hole in his chest, remembering how Jaskier cared for him. He should, but it's hard sometimes.
As they're crossing the bridge into Novigrad, they're stopped by a group of alphas whose focus is very heavily on Geralt's swollen belly. Geralt growls low and bares his teeth, but the alpha just laughs, pressing up between his companions.
"The fuck are you doing here?" he demands, "unmated omega with a big belly like that? Don't need you riling up everyone in town, go back to wherever you came from."
"And who are you to tell us we can't come in?" Jaskier snaps, while somewhere in the back the word abomination drifts forward. One of the men reaches forward and Jaskier steps between him and Geralt. "Don't fucking touch him."
"And what do you care?" the first alpha scoffs, "he's not your omega. Doesn't belong to anyone and no doubt. All a Witcher's good for is a quick fuck and then send them off to do their job."
Jaskier growls and the scent of his fury is so strong it's overwhelming. The first alpha moves toward Geralt again and Jaskier lunges at him, fisting his hand in the man's shirt and hauling him forward so they're face-to-face.
"Back. The fuck. Off." He warns and the man just shrugs out of his hold and smirks. Before he can even open his mouth, Jaskier's fist makes contact with his jaw and the crack is deafening. The unnamed Alpha staggers back, tripping and falling to the ground.
The others scoff and mumble amongst themselves, but Geralt can smell them and they’re not as brave as they make themselves out to be.
"I wouldn't bring my worst enemy to the same city as you," Jaskier spits, turning back to Geralt as though he didn't just punch a man in the jaw for insulting him. "Are you alright, love?" he breathes, soft enough that the others won't hear him and Geralt knows it's because Jaskier doesn't want to give them anything else to throw back at him.
Geralt doesn't know what to say, barely even knows what to think because no one has stepped in to defend him like that since he was a boy at Kaer Morhen and Eskel stabbed another trainee in the hand for making fun of his hair. But Eskel understood what it was like to be an outcast, was essentially defending himself in the same action. Jaskier- Jaskier has no reason for defending Geralt other than what? Because he wants to? He's always made a habit of shutting down any negative comments about Witchers, but not like this.
It could feel like an obligation because Jaskier knows the pup Geralt is carrying is his own, but that anger was real and overwhelming, even now still simmering under the surface. And he hasn't once even acknowledged Geralt's belly since looking at him, keeping his eyes on Geralt’s face, warm and sincere.
"Let's just go," Geralt mumbles eventually. "I don't want to cause trouble."
"You aren't," Jaskier assures him, "but I understand."
They turn back away from the gate and when Geralt looks behind them the men are long gone. Good, he thinks, the last thing he wants is people thinking they can chase him out of a city that easily. But it's not just him now; he can handle the abuses hurled at Witchers, but his child can't and he won't risk any harm to them because of the prejudices of others.
Neither of them speaks as they leave the borders of Novigrad, seeking out some sort of shelter near which to camp, but Geralt can still feel the anger pouring off Jaskier in waves. It doesn't make any sense; the Alphas never once said anything about Jaskier and Geralt knows Jaskier sees the best in everyone, but he can't possibly be this upset on Geralt's behalf. Geralt feels awful because he knows Jaskier has been looking forward to a warm bath and a comfortable bed, and he's given that up for him.
But when they finally stop at the edge of a river, Jaskier is the one who turns to Geralt with an apology.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, "sorry people are like that, sorry you have to deal with it."
"Geralt," Jaskier asks slowly, "what do you mean?"
"I was never intended to be a parent, they did everything in their power to keep us from reproducing, I'll- I'll find someone to take the child but until then-"
"Someone to- you don't want to keep the child," Jaskier realizes. His face falls and Geralt's stomach turns uncomfortably.
"I'd be a terrible parent," Geralt insists, "I already am."
"Oh, love," Jaskier sighs, reaching forward to hold Geralt’s belly with both hands, "that's why I'm here, darling. No one really knows what they're doing the first time round, I'm here so you don't have to figure it out alone. And maybe you will be a bad parent some days, but so will I. And when you can't take it anymore you can let go. This is my child, Geralt, our child. I know you've always had to take care of everything on your own, but not this. I'm here for you, for our child."
"You… want this?" Geralt asks hesitantly and Jaskier smiles at him.
"Yeah," he says, "yeah, I do. I never thought I could want a family, Geralt, but seeing you like this, knowing this is our child, I- gods, I do."
Jaskier dips down, slipping Geralt's shirt up over his belly and laying a soft kiss on his bare skin. He smiles as he straightens up again and presses in until Geralt's belly is flush against his own.
"Geralt," Jaskier whispers and then he's leaning up, brushing his lips against Geralt's and humming softly. When he moves again, he kisses Geralt more firmly, sliding his hand up Geralt's neck and jaw, pulling him close. Geralt lets himself sink into it, relishing the feeling of Jaskier's mouth against his own for no reason other than Jaskier wants him.
"Come," Jaskier hums, "come lie down, love, it's been a long day."
Jaskier lays out their bedrolls close together and pulls Geralt down with him. It's still warm enough that they don't need a fire, and Jaskier cuddles up behind Geralt anyway. He presses himself against Geralt's back, nuzzling at his neck and letting his hand brush over the swell of Geralt's belly.
"You look so lovely like this," Jaskier whispers, lips pressing to the back of Geralt's neck.
"'M huge," Geralt mumbles but Jaskier is having none of it. He just continues touching him, cupping Geralt's belly and humming in his ear.
"Beautiful," Jaskier corrects, "Gods, Geralt you have no idea how hard I've been trying to keep my hands off you, especially when you smell like me. You don't have to suffer any longer, love. If you want me, I'm right here."
"You can," Geralt breathes, carefully gauging Jaskier's breaths as it gets shallower, quicker, "touch me. If you want."
"Do you want me to?"
"Please."
Jaskier's hand slides up, cupping Geralt's breast and rubbing his thumb over the nub of his nipple. Geralt shudders under the touch and it only encourages Jaskier further. The emotional neediness, Geralt was anticipating when he found out he was pregnant, but the need for touch and for stimulation caught him off guard. He's been handling it as best he can on his own, but Jaskier's hands send sparks across his skin. Geralt moans low as Jaskier squeezes his already sensitive breast, playing with his nipple through the rough fabric of his shirt and making Geralt slick from nothing more than that.
With a moan, Geralt leans back into Jaskier's chest, rolling his head back to give Jaskier better access to his neck. Jaskier kisses Geralt gently, nipping lightly at the skin over his throat with a soft murmur, but Geralt is too preoccupied to make out the words. Arching away, Geralt groans as Jaskier's hand settles on his belly. Geralt’s cunt aches and he's been holding out for weeks now and he needs more than just touching, more than Jaskier playing with his tits, even if Geral feels like he could come from this alone.
Slipping his hand over Jaskier’s, Geralt guides it lower, pressing against his cocklet where it's pushing against the front of his trousers. When Geralt’s hips jerk, Jaskier hums, intrigued.
"Oh," he whispers, "you want me to touch?"
"Please," Geralt whines, his voice strained with need.
Geralt doesn't have to ask twice. Jaskier gets his trousers undone - already loosely tied to account for his growing belly - and wraps a hand around Geralt’s cocklet, stroking him slowly.
"You like this?" he asks and Geralt nods, shoving back against him and rolling his hips. He can feel Jaskier's prick, hot and swollen, through his trousers and he aches for it. Wants to ride Jaskier hard and sink down on that knot as he comes, keep Jaskier inside of him forever. Fuck, Geralt hadn't realized how needy he was before.
Jaskier shifts, sliding an arm under his waist and then one hand is around his cocklet while the other one moves down to cup his cunt into his cunt, fingers curving to hit that spot inside him. Geralt tilts his hips to keep his fingers pressed against it, rocking gently and moaning with every shift. Geralt’s gut clenches and he knows he's close, knows Jaskier intends to make him come like this, but he still wants more. But then Jaskier thrusts into him with four fingers, still working over his cocklet, and Geralt comes, spilling over Jaskier's hand and shoving his hips back against the pressure.
Jaskier continues fingering Geralt, though the hand on his cocklet slips off and back under him. Jaskier rises up onto his knees and like this, Geralt can see exactly how hard he is, nearly fully erect by the size of him, and Geralt wants. But Jaskier has other ideas.
Geralt whines as Jaskier shifts him onto his back, tugging his trousers down his legs and mouthing up the inside of one thigh.
"Is this okay?" Jaskier asks, "comfortable enough?"
"For a little bit," Geralt nods. It is a bit uncomfortable with the entire weight of the baby pressing down on him, but he's hoping Jaskier will fuck him like this and for that, he can put up with a bit of discomfort.
But Jaskier doesn't fuck him, doesn't even get his cock out, just rubs himself through his trousers before dropping onto his elbows and sliding his arms under his knees. As soon as his mouth is on Geralt's cunt though, Geralt forgets any complaints he had. Jaskier is good with his mouth and before long he's adding two fingers into the mix, slipping in tentatively before fucking into him in earnest. He's hot, stinking of arousal and Geralt can smell the pre-come staining his trousers, even if Jaskier is trying not to be affected by it.
"Fucking gorgeous," Jaskier mumbles, lifting his head only long enough to mouth at Geralt's cocklet. "Wish you could see yourself like this, fuck."
He dives back in, four fingers deep this time and it barely takes Geralt a moment to come like that, filled with Jaskier's fingers and tongue. And Jaskier doesn't quit when he comes, just slows, letting him adjust to the pressure again.
He comes twice more like this, and while it still feels good, it does nothing to ease the bone-deep ache of arousal. He whines as he writhes through another orgasm, thoroughly impressed with Jaskier's determination, but he needs his cock.
"Jask, please. Please, I need you. Just fuck me, please."
"Don't wanna hurt you," Jaskier pants and Geralt can hear the need in his voice. He wants it, too.
"You won't, you can't, you're my-" alpha he wants to say, but that's not right. Jaskier isn't anything to him, not really. So he just cuts himself off with a whine instead.
Jaskier crawls away from him and Geralt wails, rolling onto his side to better present for him and he can hear the choked groan as Jaskier slips up behind him.
"Do you want me to jerk you off, play with your nipples?"
"Want your knot." Geralt reaches back behind him, cupping Jaskier's cock through his trousers and stroking him slowly. Jaskier moans softly at the touch, rocking forward against him.
"Fuck," he breathes, "okay fuck, but I'm not gonna knot you. You can come on my cock.”
Geralt shoves back against him and Jaskier steadies him with a hand on his hip. He hushes him, shifting into position and sliding a hand between his thighs, pushing up into the slick of his cunt. Geralt is impatient, rocking his hips to take him deeper, but Jaskier is precise and keeps him steady, whispering promises that he'll fuck him so good.
Then he pulls his hand back, lifting Geralt's thigh and the blunt head of his cock slides between his legs, nudging against the folds of his cunt before pushing in just a little. Geralt tries to get him deeper, to fuck himself on Jaskier's cock, but Jaskier has him steady, pressed firmly against him and holding his hip. But he pushes in deeper, keeping his thrust carefully shallow and Geralt could cry.
"Please," he whines, cocklet twitching against his thigh, "need you."
"I know love, I've got you. Why don't you get up on your knees, hm? Might be a little more comfortable."
Geralt turns, keeping his hips back to keep Jaskier inside him and clumsily rises to his knees, elbows still on the ground to support his added weight. Jaskier shuffles right up close and runs his hands down Geralt's side as he rolls his hips long and slow. Geralt can feel the way he shudders, thighs pressed to the backs of Geralt's and he's groaning softly with every thrust.
"Gonna make me come," Jaskier groans, "fuck, Geralt-" he dips down, pressing a kiss to the base of Geralt's spine as he finally lets himself sink fully inside. "Wanted you for so long, darling, thank you for letting me help, thank you for- ah fuck-" Jaskier's fingers clench around Geralt’s sides as Geralt's hips roll and he lets out a shuddering breath. "Mm darling, that's it, fuck yourself on me, love, take what you need."
Geralt doesn't hesitate, pushing back hard and grinding back onto Jaskier’s cock. He can already feel Jaskier's knot swelling and it makes him ache. Geralt wants that buried deep inside him, swollen and hot, tying them together. His cocklet drips between his legs, his thighs already slick and Geralt can't help shoving back hard, getting Jaskier as deep as he can.
But even as Jaskier's breaths come quicker, as his blood rushes to his cock, he wraps a hand around his knot, squeezing himself and keeping Geralt from sinking back on it.
"Jask," Geralt whimpers, "Jask please, please-" he's breathless with need, wet and messy and desperate and now Jaskier is keeping him from getting what he really needs.
"Not gonna hurt you," Jasker breathes, "I'd do anything for you but I'm not gonna hurt you, not gonna risk the pup-"
"We're fine," Geralt chokes, "Jaskier-" Somewhere in his mind there's a logical argument for Jaskier knotting him, but the longer this goes on, the foggier his head gets. It feels like he's in heat, so desperate for a knot, for an alpha. He needs this, needs it now and nothing else will be good enough.
Geralt’s body shakes and shudders with every one of Jaskier's thrusts and he should have come by now, should be able to come with Jaskier's cock in him and one hand creeping down over his belly to play with his cocklet.
"Come on," Jaskier hums, lips pressed to his tacky skin, "come for me, darling, I know you want to."
"Can't," Geralt groans even as he shoves his cocklet forward into Jaskier's hand.
"You can, fuck- Geralt, I'm gonna- can't hold on, come on, love."
Geralt's chin drops to his chest and he sobs as the pressure in his gut builds and builds with no release. His whole body burns and he just rocks back onto Jaskier, clenching hard around him and trying to force his hand away. He mumbles garbled pleas, too overwhelmed for anything more coherent.
Jaskier presses deep, rutting into him, draped over his back and pressing hot, frantic kisses into his skin.
"Geralt," he pants, "I can't, fuck, I'm gonna come-"
"Inside, please, Jask."
"Fuck," Jaskier grunts, "fuck okay-" He pulls his hand back, sliding both hands up Geralt's belly to cup his breasts.
Jaskier fingers Geralt’s nipples as he ruts against him, his knot swollen so large it barely fits but then he's pushing forward in one long motion and his knot pops in. immediately, Geralt's body shudders and as Jaskier pulls him back and up against his chest, Geralt spills all over his thighs, coming for what feels like an eternity before slumping back against Jaskier's chest.
Jaskier holds him close, wrapping his arms around his belly with a shaky laugh as he spills inside him again. Jaskier keeps them upright for a moment longer, pressing soft kisses to the back of Geralt's neck, nosing into his hair with quiet sighs of contentment.
When Jaskier lays them back down, he's careful of Geralt's belly, curling up behind him when they're both horizontal again. He says something softly, but Geralt's exhausted, still shaky whenever Jaskier shifts inside but he presses back against him, turning to look up at him.
"Hey," Jaskier whispers, "you okay?"
Geralt reaches up without thinking, sliding a hand over Jaskier's jaw and pulling him into a gentle kiss. He hums against Jaskier’s lips, still half-expecting Jaskier to pull away, but he doesn't. Jaskier kisses him back, holding Geralt close and for the first time since he found out about his pregnancy, Geralt feels calm and safe.
Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier
Warning(s): a/b/o, intersex omegas, accidental pregnancy, mpreg (see ao3 for full list of tags)
Rating: explicit
Chapter: 12
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Fic Summary: Geralt has knows since the trials that, unlike other omegas, he will never become pregnant, never raise pups and live a normal life. But after a close call finds him and Jaskier in bed together, he discovers he was wrong about that assumption.
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Jaskier's rooms are opulent and bright, much like the way he dresses, and Geralt isn't sure how he could have expected anything else. But it's comforting in that it feels like Jaskier, feels like home - and Geralt tries not to think too much about what that means. There are two connected bedrooms with a short hallway and separate room with a bath between - Jaskier’s bedroom and 'a private study,' but judging by the four-poster bed that dominates the room, Geralt doubts much studying was ever done there.
Jaskier settles them in the main bedroom - the larger of the two - and pulls back the curtains to let in the warm afternoon sun. Geralt lays back on the bed and can't help the little groan that slips from his lips. It's been far too long since he's enjoyed any level of comfort and longer still since he's had a bed the likes of this. The sheets are silky smooth against his skin, the covers thick and warm. He'd be happy enough to curl up and go to sleep right now, but then Jaskier is crawling up the bed over him.
"Comfortable, darling?"
"Very. I can't wait to sleep."
Jaskier chuckles, dipping down to kiss Geralt’s neck. "You're more than welcome to have a nap before supper, but I would very much like to fuck you in my own bed."
"Mmm," Geralt hums, shuddering as Jaskier's teeth graze his skin. "Still a little sore from the ride."
"In that case…" Jaskier slides back onto the floor, kneeling between Geralt's legs and tugging his trousers down. "You know," he mumbles, pressing kisses into his thigh, "we should find you something more... comfortable to wear. The seamstress makes lovely gowns, darling, and they'd be much more comfortable than all of this. Plus," he slides up kissing Geralt's swelling cocklet, "it would make it much easier for me to do this."
He presses his mouth to Geralt’s cunt, flicking his tongue into him and sinking as deep as the position will allow. Geralt grips the sheets in his fists, groaning as Jaskier works his tongue over him. Geralt's so worked up he doesn't last long, but he's loose and drowsy after he comes, sinking a little further into the bed.
"Relax, my love. Let me get everything sorted and I'll see about getting you one of those gowns."
Jaskier does acquire one of the gowns, and despite Geralt’s initial hesitance, he finds he rather enjoys it. It's less restricting than his regular clothes and there's no need for protective armour here, not when there are guards around every corner, positioned to keep Jaskier - and by association, Geralt - safe. It makes him look enormous, but Jaskier says the gold brings out his eyes. He comes up behind him, running his hands over Geralt’s belly and resting his chin on his shoulder.
"You look stunning," Jaskier hums, tipping his head to kiss Geralt’s neck. "Blue and gold is a good look on you. They're my family's colours, you know."
"Hmm," Geralt says, disbelievingly. He raises his hands, brushing down over his belly. The velvet is nice and the gown is comfortable, but he knows what he looks like.
"Oh don't you hmm at me, you do. Now, we'll be wanted at supper shortly; do you want to keep it on?" Geralt nods shortly and Jaskier takes his hand, pulling him away from the mirror.
Dinner goes… surprisingly well. Geralt meets Jaskier's sisters and their partners and they're delighted that Jaskier finally brought someone home. Geralt doesn't have the heart to tell them it's not like that, but he smiles and plays along for the time being. He keeps waiting for something to go wrong: for Jaskier's parents to kick him out or make some comment about him being a witcher, but they seem genuinely pleased to have him there. It takes a little while to adjust to that thought, but as the night wears on Geralt becomes more and more comfortable, much to Jaskier's obvious delight.
"There is something I haven't told you," Jaskier says abruptly, breaking the comfortable silence. He squeezes Geralt's hand under the table as both his parents look up at once. "There's… another reason we chose to come home for Geralt to deliver. The pup he's carrying is mine."
Alfred immediately breaks into a wide smile, turning to his wife and then back to Geralt and Jaskier. Anna smiles softly, but Geralt can tell she's thinking about a bond - or lack thereof.
"That's wonderful, son," Alfred says and Jaskier ducks his head next to Geralt, sheepish.
Anna opens her mouth to speak, but all at once, Jaskier's sisters are speaking in unison asking about a birth date and when they're going to be bonded and Jaskier just brushes them off.
"We don't have any plans yet," is all he says, "as for a date I…. don't really know."
"Oh, pet, we need to call the midwife for you, get her to take a look and ensure everything is going alright with the pregnancy." Anna is already beckoning one of the servants over and Geralt squirms under the attention. He'd really just like to go to sleep.
"For tomorrow?" Jaskier asks, "I appreciate the offer, but we're both rather tired after the journey and in need of a good rest."
"Oh," Anna says, as if only just remembering, "of course my loves, you must be exhausted. Have you had enough to eat?" She looks specifically at Geralt and he nods.
"Yes, thank you." It's the best meal he's had since he can remember if he's honest.
Jaskier rises first and Geralt follows with some difficulty, groaning as he stands. Anna frets over them, despite Jaskier's assurances that everything is fine, but Geralt almost enjoys her fretting. He's never had parents; Vesemir was the closest and that wasn't even until after the sacking, when he was the only one left. Having someone who doesn't even know Geralt wanting to help and take care of him feels nice.
Jaskier's parents bid them goodnight then Jaskier leads Geralt back to their room quietly. It's strange to be staying somewhere so lovely, stranger even when he considers this is Jaskier's home. But Geralt feels surprisingly comfortable here. Maybe it's Jaskier or maybe it's just Geralt’s instincts, but he feels safe and not even his upcoming visit with the midwife can sour his good mood.
Geralt drops onto the bed as soon as they're in the room and Jaskier shuts the door before crossing over to him. He presses between Geralt’s knees, sliding the hem of his dress up to make space for himself and runs his hands along Geralt's thighs.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" Jaskier asks, "not too much?"
"Not too much," Geralt confirms and Jaskier lifts a hand to brush through his hair.
"You seemed like you were struggling a little there for a bit."
"I'm just…"
"Horny?" Jaskier offers.
"All the time," Geralt whines, "I'm just tired."
"Lie down then, love. Why don't you get out of these clothes and let me take care of you."
"We should sleep, 'm tired."
"You can sleep if you want love, you don't mind if I touch you?"
"You don't… mind if I sleep?"
"Not as long as you don't. I think you underestimate how good you smell when you're horny. Fuck," Jaskier mumbles, rocking his hips down so Geralt can feel how hard he is. "You just rest, hmm?"
Jaskier dips down, kissing his neck and Geralt lets himself settle into the bed, eyes dropping shut already. The sheets are silky against his skin and his cocklet twitches even as his mind grows fuzzy. He's aware of Jaskier touching him, kissing him, but it's distant, like a dream.
Then Jaskier's mouth is hot on Geralt’s skin, tracing a line down his neck, and Jaskier strips Geralt efficiently, leaving him completely bare and vulnerable. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Geralt can still feel Jaskier, although it comes through vague and foggy; Jaskier's fingers inside him, opening him up and sending sparks through his pliant body. Geralt shudders and arches, reacting to every press of Jaskier's hands. Then Jaskier’s mouth is on him and Geralt whines, fingers clenching in the sheets.
Jaskier's voice drifts to him, telling Geralt how good he is, how beautiful he is and, only half-conscious, Geralt believes him. The dream-touching continues until Jaskier is inside of him, rocking forward and pressing against Geralt's belly, soft and gentle.
There's a rush of arousal and Geralt bolts upright only for Jaskier to catch him, biting down on a groan as his hips jerk forward, pushing his knot inside. Jaskier shudders as he comes, leaning down to hover over Geralt, panting and moaning as he spills inside him. As Geralt looks down between them, he realizes what woke him. In his sleep, he met his own peak, as evidenced by the smeared come on his belly.
"Sorry," he mumbles.
"What do you have to be sorry for?" Jaskier hums, shifting so they can lie on their sides, "other than getting yourself stuck here for the next little while."
"Mm," Geralt hums, reaching out to take Jaskier's hand in his own, "I'd never be sorry for that."
The next time Geralt wakes is to Jaskier informing him that the midwife is on her way. He's drowsy too, dressed in his rumpled clothes from the night before as he draws the curtains and brings a robe over for Geralt to put on. Geralt still feels a little strange wearing them in front of company, but the dresses and robes are much more comfortable than his own clothes now, and he likes the way Jaskier looks at him in them.
As announced, there's a knock on the door only a few moments later and Jaskier crosses the room to open it, inviting the midwife in. She quickly gets set up, checking in with Geralt. There are a few routine questions - or so she tells him - but when he tells her how long it's been she freezes with her quill above paper, turning back to him.
"No, that can't be right," she says softly, "you're much too large. Are you quite certain that's how long it's been?"
"Yeah," Jaskier confirms, "it was just after we reunited after his heat- is something wrong?"
"No, it's likely the pup is just growing faster than expected. Like his father," she adds pointedly, turning to look at Jaskier.
Geralt misses whatever Jaskier's reaction is because he's caught up on father. He understood that Jaskier was technically a parent to his pup, that whatever happened, Jaskier would likely have some role in their life, but he never- To hear Jaskier called father stirs something inside of Geralt that he thought he'd hidden away long ago. But he doesn't have time to dwell on it because Jaskier is sitting down next to him, running a hand down his arm.
"Geralt?" he asks, "Is that okay?"
"Hmm?"
"She just wants to do a quick examination, make sure everything's alright."
"Right, of course." Geralt's medallion shudders against his skin and he looks up to where the midwife is coming closer. "You're a mage?" he asks.
"Yes, dear. Magical midwives are highly sought after in the area. Are you ready?"
Geralt nods and she comes closer, holding her hands above his stomach, eyes shut in concentration. Next to him, Jaskier squeezes his hand and Geralt tries to pretend he's not terrified that something could be wrong. The exam only lasts a moment and then the midwife steps back, sighing contentedly.
"That's… good right?" Jaskier asks and she smiles.
"Yes dear, everything is perfectly fine."
"Then why am I so big?" Geralt grumbles.
"Because," the midwife smiles, "just like the Lord and Lady with master Julian's sisters, you're having twins."
Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier
Warning(s): a/b/o, intersex omegas, accidental pregnancy, mpreg (see ao3 for full list of tags)
Rating: explicit
Chapter: 15
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Fic Summary: Geralt has knows since the trials that, unlike other omegas, he will never become pregnant, never raise pups and live a normal life. But after a close call finds him and Jaskier in bed together, he discovers he was wrong about that assumption.
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Time passes altogether too quickly in Lettenhove and Geralt eventually gives up moving around at all, keeping only to their rooms. Jaskier's parents and siblings will stop by to visit and bring tea or snacks or herbs to help with the aching. But mostly it's just him and Jaskier. Geralt is happy for the time they spend together while they still can, but he feels guilty about what Jaskier's missing out on. He could be visiting friends or spending time with his family, but instead, he's here with Geralt just sitting or singing or fucking him when the need gets too much.
Then one morning Jaskier is summoned to speak to his parents. Geralt is reluctant to part with him because he's been cramping a lot this morning, but when Jaskier tries to stay, Geralt encourages him to go.
"I'm not going anywhere," Geralt says softly and Jaskier dips down to kiss him.
Jaskier lingers a moment before pulling away and then quickly comes back for another quick kiss before hurrying out of the room. Geralt watches him go, lying back against the cushions and focusing on the tingle of Jaskier's lips against his own to keep from thinking about the pain.
But as the morning wears on, the pain doesn't get better and then Geralt's hit by a strong contraction. It startles him and he doesn't know what to do. Sharp, gouging pain he can deal with, but this is something altogether new. He can't even get up to call for Jaskier or the midwife and a cold terror washes over him. What if something goes wrong? What if something happens to one of the pups?
Geralt tries to calm himself but his body aches and the contractions don't stop. They're a little bit apart now but he doesn't know what to expect, doesn't know what's normal and all he can do is lay there and hope Jaskier comes back soon.
Jaskier doesn't, but the midwife comes in to check on Geralt a little while later and flies immediately sets to work, busying herself in what Geralt can only assume is preparation for the birth. But he can hardly focus on her with how quickly she moves around, pulling things away from the bed and fluffing the cushions behind Geralt's back. It should be comforting having her there, tending to everything, but it only makes Geralt more anxious. He just wants Jaskier and Jaskier isn't here and horribly, Geralt realizes maybe he won't be coming at all.
Someone comes to the door and he perks up, but then the midwife is shouting at them to find Jaskier and Geralt slumps again. They won't be able to find him if he doesn't want to be here. The longer it goes on, the worse it gets and Geralt is in more pain than he's ever been in his life and all he wants is for Jaskier to be there with him, but it's becoming clear that Jaskier is gone. Geralt's been hoping he'd stay long enough to see the pups born before taking off, but evidently, Jaskier doesn't want any more to do with them. He should realize all the fear and anxiety is just his hormones, but in the moment it seems so real and everything Jaskier's said to him in the last weeks just feels like platitudes.
When the pain starts to get worse, the midwife guides Geralt to lie down but he doesn't want to. He wants Jaskier, he doesn't want to do this alone, unmated and pitiful in someone else's home. He's scared in a way he hasn't been since he was a child alone in Kaer Morhen for the first time, lonely like he hasn't been since the massacre.
Then the midwife is telling Geralt to push, but he doesn't have the strength, he's been abandoned and even though he knew it was coming, it hurts. Finally, as Geralt feels like he's going to shatter into pieces, the door flies open and Jaskier stumbles into the room with scraps of parchment in his hands.
"Fuck, fuck- I wanted- Shit, Geralt couldn't you have waited," he seems frantic and Geralt gives a pained chuckle. "I just wanted to do this right. You deserve more than-" he waves his hand between them and Geralt groans as another wave of pain washes over him.
"What?" he demands and Jaskier takes a slow breath.
"I want to- I don't just- I know that after this, things will be different but- fuck." He fumbles with the papers in his hands and Geralt realizes there are words on them, scrawled in Jaskier's handwriting.
"'S this?" he asks, dropping his head back as another contraction hits.
"It was supposed to be a proposal- I-" Jaskier reaches out and Geralt latches on to his arm as pain tears through him.
"Time to push, darling," the midwife says and Jaskier shakes his head.
"No, no, no, I'm not done, it can't be time yet, it's too early-"
"The pups choose when they want to be born," the midwife says and Jaskier stares down at Geralt.
"I love you," he says, clear and steady, nodding his head a little, "I'm sorry, this isn't how I wanted this to go for us. I know I'd be a terrible alpha and you deserve someone bigger and stronger and- no time, right," Jaskiermumbles as Geralt's hand clenches tighter around his forearm. "Would you let me? Take care of you?"
"Jaskier, wha- ah-"
"Shh love, hey, come here-" he pulls Geralt's fingers from his arm, shifting to twine their fingers together. "I'm right here, love. I'm sorry I wasn't here, I'm sorry I- I want to be there for you, want to look after you, I want to be yours, Geralt. Would you have me? Be my mate?"
Geralt's head is foggy with pain, and he's sure he misheard, but then Jaskier leans down over him, kissing him softly and brushing his lips over his neck.
"I wanted you so badly," he breathes, "didn't think I'd be good enough for you."
"You are," Geralt chokes, "I want you, I-" he groans again and Jaskier shushes him, lifting their joined hands to kiss Geralt's fingers.
"After, love."
Geralt is relieved to have Jaskier there, but the pain only gets worse the further along the labour gets. Geralt squeezes his hand and Jaskier climbs into bed with him, sitting leaning against the wall to bracket Geralt's hips with his legs. He pulls Geralt back against his chest, brushing his fingers through his hair and Geralt tries to focus on Jaskier's heartbeat, tries to steady himself by it, but the pain is so unfamiliar and overwhelming.
He's sobbing when the midwife announces the arrival of the first pup, a little girl - and Geralt is only vaguely aware of her being passed over him to Jaskier. Jaskier coos at her and settles her in the sheets as the midwife tells Geralt it's time to push again.
He's soaked in sweat and he's too tired. He can't possibly go through that again, but Jaskier runs his fingers through Geralt’s hair and tells him how good he's doing, how strong he is. Geralt buries his face in Jaskier's neck, breathing in his scent and crying against his shoulder. He does push though, and despite his body aching and threatening to give out on him, he keeps going.
Shortly after the first, a second pup is born and the midwife fusses over them while Geralt is finally allowed to rest. He's vaguely aware of the midwife looking him over, but he's more concerned about Jaskier behind him.
The midwife takes the pups, leaving Geralt alone with Jaskier and he wants to be able to just curl up in Jaskier’s arms and sleep. After what Jaskier said to him, he can't turn his mind off, but he's … so tired.
"D'you mean it?" Geralt mumbles and Jaskier nuzzles against his neck, humming softly.
"Of course my darling. If you want it, once you're recovered a little, I'll claim you. I want you, Geralt, I want this little family."
Family. For years the only family Geralt has had are a couple of grouchy Witchers and the man who taught them to fence. The thought of having a family with Jaskier spreads warmth through his chest and Geralt leans back against him.
"You'd stay?"
"Thought I got that across with I love you," Jaskier huffs.
"Love you, too," Geralt whispers, tipping his head back to kiss him. He can barely keep his eyes open and Jaskier huffs a soft laugh, running his hands over Geralt's belly.
"Rest now, my love. We can talk more about this in the morning."
Geralt hums softly, eyes falling shut, and he leans back into Jaskier's arms. He's sore and uncomfortable but too tired to stay awake any longer. Jaskier wants him, and Geralt's warm and safe here in his arms so for now, nothing else matters.
