I’m a mod on the Dead Dove Delights (D3) discord server, feel free to message me about an invite.
I enjoy Geralt/Jaskier, Radovid/Jaskier, Jaskier/Valdo Marx, Jaskier/Yennefer, Jaskier/Ciri, Jaskier/Dijkstra, Jaskier/pretty much everyone, wolf witchers stuff, Yennefer/Chireadan (and Chireadan in general), Dara/Chireadan (and Dara in general), Vesemir/Deglan, Vesemir/Filavandrel and occasionally even RPF Joey Batey stuff. I love hurting the bard.
Remember, Your Kink Is Not My Kink And That’s Okay!
NO: gore, scat, gorey necrophilia, weight gain, body modification, sounding, graphic needle stuff, piercings, fem!Jaskier or bottom!Geralt.
YES:
A/B/O - i usually write male omegas with vaginas and female alphas with dicks
abuse
age difference
aphrodisiacs/sex pollen
asphyxiation/choking
BDSM
begging
being taught about sex (hands-on sex-ed)
belly bulge
bestiality
bloodplay
bondage/restraints
boot kink
branding
breeding
chastity devices
cockwarming
coercion/manipulation
collars
consensual non-consent
corruption
dacryphilia/crying during sex (good and bad crying)
daddy/mommy kink
dehumanization
double penetration in one hole
dubious consent
emetophilia
exhibitionism
fear
feet (and also hooves, apparently...)
femdom
feminization
figging
freeuse
fuck-or-die
genital torture (CBT and its afab counterpart)
grooming
guns
humiliation
impact play - spanking (including hole spanking), slapping, caning, flogging,...
incest & pseudo-incest
indifference kink
intercrural sex/thigh fucking
intoxication (alcohol or drugs)
knives
knotting
marking
medical kink (mainly examination)
mind break
mind control
non-con
orgasm denial
overstimulation
oviposition
pain
pegging
penetration with object
plugs
pozzing/bug-chasing
praise kink
pregnancy (+ forced pregnancy, threats of pregnancy)
priest kink
robots
role play (mostly pet play)
ruined orgasm
sex work
sexual slavery
size difference
slutshaming
small cock
somnophilia
Stockholm syndrome
straight!Jaskier getting fucked by men
teratophilia (mostly monster-penetrating-human)
threats of castration/death/pregnancy
total power exchange
underage (as low as like, 5?) both kid/kid and kid/adult
unwilling/forced enjoyment
virginity kink
voyeurism
watersports (pissing in/on someone, piss drinking, wetting)
wrestling kink
if you don’t see your kink in there, shoot me a message anyway & we’ll see if I like it! chances are I do but I couldn’t remember it :’D
is there any chance that you'd post some of the wips you had been working on? i understand if you're not interested in finishing, but i'm dying for even the littlest bit of the last chapter of hello my old heart
hey there, this was a super sweet message to see in my inbox. hello my old heart was a project that was incredibly dear to my heart and i will forever regret not managing to finish it. i'd love to share the parts of the last chapter that managed to get written and have been sitting in my gdocs for at least a year now + an outline of what the sequel was going to be.
i hope you enjoy <3
classic HMOH-related cws apply (cousin incest, omegaverse) + a few new ones for the sequel (breeding, pregnancy, scent kink, infidelity roleplay, cnc-ish roleplay)
Chapter 7: The ring of the wedding bells
That morning, Jaskier woke up with a single urgent thought on his mind: today was his wedding day!
His engagement to Geralt had been approved by their family; the banns had been read in the local church for the past three Sundays. Today, Jaskier shall stand with Geralt before the altar, they shall exchange their vows and be joined together in holy matrimony for the rest of their days. Jaskier could not be happier.
Due to his excitement, his morning passed in a blur. He broke his fast, though he barely paid any attention to the food that passed his lips; he bathed and scrubbed himself clean with a bar of his favourite jasmine soap. Then, his mother and Priscilla gathered in his room to keep him company while his omega’s maid helped him into his wedding garb.
“Are you nervous, my dear?” mother asked softly.
“Incredibly so,” Jaskier said. “But it is a good kind of nervousness.” His stomach squirmed and his fluttering heart impatiently counted every second, but it was… pleasant, in a way. “I wish nothing more than to become Geralt’s. I know there is no happiness for me without him.”
“That’s how you know you chose right,” Priscilla told him. “And what about the wedding night? Any anxieties about… that?”
To be perfectly honest, Jaskier was a little uncertain about the proceedings of the wedding night - after all, he had no experience regarding the marital act, and could only vaguely picture it. But then, if it was anything like that fateful night in the hedge maze, he was sure it would be lovely.
“I am not worried,” Jaskier said, voice sure. “I trust Geralt with my life. I relish his every touch. I don’t think there is anything he could do to me I wouldn’t like.”
“Well, if he does, you must tell him,” mother instructed him. “It is meant to be pleasurable for you both.”
“And if it is not,” Priscilla decided, “you come to me, and I shall set him straight.”
Jaskier has no doubts she would tell Geralt off if he mistreated him in any way. Surely she would also enlist Valdo’s help, even though she did not need it - Priscilla was a force of nature when she wished to be. It warmed Jaskier’s heart to know he had people in his life that cared for him so. He smiled.
“Geralt would never do anything to hurt me,” Jaskier assured his mother and his sister in law. He did not know much, but that was something he knew with the utmost certainty. Geralt would never bring him any harm, never cause him any pain. Never again. He promised. And Jaskier trusted him.
The maid placed a flower crown atop his head and adjusted it, then took a step back. “All done, Master Julian,” she said. “If I may, you look radiant.”
“Thank you, darling,” Jaskier smiled at her. “After all, it is all your handiwork.”
He admired himself in the mirror. He was dressed in a lovely powder blue jacket with matching trousers, a cream waistcoat and a crisp white shirt underneath. He wore a silk cravat tied around his throat, in a deep, vibrant green colour - the colour of Geralt’s eyes. His hair was brushed neatly out of his eyes and decorated with a crown of flowers woven from mint, tarragon, myrtle and jasmine, each plant chosen to bless his and Geralt's union.
Oh, he hoped Geralt would find him appealing!
***
[the wedding. at the wedding reception, geralt and jaskier share one dance. afterwards, geralts leg starts bothering him, but he's counted on that and made his army friends (eskel, lambert, coen...) promise to dance with jaskier until he's danced to his hearts content. jaskier is very touched and also has bonding moments with geralts friends.]
***
They approached Geralt’s bedroom - their bedroom, now, and how utterly delightful it was to think that! - hand in hand.
“I do wish that I could carry you over the threshold,” Geralt admitted sheepishly. “However, my leg won’t permit me to do so.”
Jaskier too wished that he could taste his husband’s strength, but he was determined to see this in a positive light - and to stop Geralt from worrying that he had ruined the night. “Well, this way, at least, we’re entering as equals,” Jaskier pointed out. “You did say you think alphas and omegas should be equal in the matters of the bedroom, didn’t you?”
Geralt grinned. “I did.”
“Then it is settled,” Jaskier smiled sweetly at his husband. “Now, shall we?”
Geralt at least gallantly held the door open for him as they entered, but Jaskier did not allow him to dawdle for long. He tugged at Geralt’s hand to bring his alpha closer, until they stood chest to chest.
The door to the bedroom clicked shut behind them. The energy in the room shifted. It all sunk in at once: they were alone together for the first time as husband and wife, in their bedroom, of all places. It was their wedding night.
A shiver went up Jaskier’s spine, his breath suddenly caught in his throat. His whole body thrummed with anticipation.
Geralt must have felt it too, for when Jaskier met his gaze, Geralt’s eyes were dark, the brilliant green of his iris nearly swallowed by the pupil. He looked ready to pounce and swallow Jaskier whole…
But it was Jaskier who bridged the gap between them. Affection welled up in him and spilled over, and he crushed their mouths together. He had been aching to feel Geralt’s lips against his own all day.
The kiss started out sweet, but Geralt soon deepened it, slipping his tongue inside Jaskier’s mouth. He kissed Jaskier with fervour, and Jaskier responded in kind.
Their clasped hands were caught between their bodies, but neither paid it any mind beyond holding each other tighter. Jaskier’s free hand roamed over Geralt’s strong chest, feeling the hard muscle there even through several layers of clothes, while Geralt tenderly cradled the side of his neck, thumb pressing down gently on Jaskier’s scent gland.
It felt just as exciting, just as world-changing as their first kiss had. Jaskier’s heart felt like it would leap out of his chest at any moment, and his skin burned everywhere he and Geralt touched. It was absolutely intoxicating. Jaskier never wanted it to end. Now, they had only shared a handful of kisses so far, but Jaskier sincerely doubted kissing Geralt would ever lose its magic.
They both pressed closer together, seeking each other’s warmth. Jaskier groaned when he realised he could feel Geralt’s mounting arousal pressed hotly against his hip. He himself felt a delicious sort of tension gathering in his loins.
Then, Geralt pulled away. Jaskier attempted to chase after his lips, but Geralt stopped him with a gentle hand on his chest. Geralt did not move far - he only separated their lips, but their bodies remained pressed close. He looked down, at their clasped hands, taking a moment to catch his breath.
“What is the matter?” Jaskier asked, confused. Was this not what was supposed to happen? Did he misunderstand? Or did Geralt simply not want him?
“Jaskier,” Geralt said, eyes trained on the movement of his thumb brushing over Jaskier’s knuckles. “I know you might be, um, uneducated, in the matters of… of romance. How much do you know? Do you know what happens now?”
Jaskier flushed. He was aware his knowledge of intimate matters was incomparable to that of his husband. But he did know something. “Well… I know you’re going to lay with me. You shall embrace me passionately, and thus relieve me of my – my virtue.”
Geralt chuckled. Jaskier was prepared to tell him off for laughing at him for this - he knew all too well that he was stunted, just like all omegas of good breeding were, but he had hoped his husband would be more understanding…
But then Geralt met his eyes again. He brought Jaskier’s hand closer and pressed his smile to the back of it. “My my,” he teased, “where did you learn all that, my sweet buttercup?”
Jaskier felt his face burn hotter. “I… I might have borrowed some of my mother’s romance books…”
“Oh?” Geralt said, letting his lips drag against Jaskier’s skin as he turned his hand palm-up, to nose at his delicate wrist. He nuzzled at Jaskier’s scent gland. “Which ones?”
Jaskier’s voice trembled as Geralt scented him. “Um, uh - The Viscount Who Loved Me, for one. The Prince and the Pirate. The Lieutenant's Omega. Among - among others.”
Geralt gave a thoughtful hum. “I shall give them a read sometime,” he said. “Perhaps they might inspire me.”
Jaskier was unsure how to feel about the thought of his husband reading the same sappy romance novels he did. Embarrassed, for sure. Surprisingly a little aroused as well.
“Inspire?” he questioned.
“Indeed,” Geralt confirmed with a rakish grin. His eyes held a filthy promise, and Jaskier already could not wait for the day his husband fulfilled it. Geralt leaned forward and pecked Jaskier on the lips, but he did not let the kiss linger.
His expression sobered. “You know more than I expected,” Geralt said, “but you do not know all of it. Are you scared?”
“Not at all, my love.” Nervous? Yes. Lost? A little. Scared? Never. With Geralt at his side, diving headfirst into the unknown sounded exciting, not frightening. “I wish to experience everything a life with you has to offer.”
Geralt smiled and squeezed his hand in his. “In that case…” The heated look in his eyes was back. It stoked the fire of Jaskier’s desire once more. “May I undress you?”
“Yes,” Jaskier whimpered.
Geralt leaned in and kissed him once more, licking into Jaskier’s mouth as if he could not get enough of the taste. “I’ve wanted to get you out of these clothes ever since you walked into the chapel this morning,” he confessed, running his hands over fine fabric. “It was so hard to keep myself from ravishing you right then and there, once I knew you were mine.”
The words sent a shiver down Jaskier’s spine. “Then what are you waiting for, husband?” he challenged.
Geralt let out a possessive growl and pushed Jaskier’s blue jacket down his shoulders, leaving it to fall to the ground. Any other time, Jaskier would have protested this treatment of his clothes, but right now there were other things he’d rather be doing than fretting over folding and hanging each part of his wedding ensemble correctly.
Geralt kept kissing him, deep and passionate, as his fingers blindly fumbled with the buttons of Jaskier’s waistcoat. Soon, that garment also fell to the ground, and Jaskier stood before his husband only in his shirtsleeves and the silk cravat tied around his neck.
Geralt trailed kisses along the edge of Jaskier’s jaw, hands setting out to loosen Jaskier’s cravat and finally bare his throat.
“Oh, Geralt,” Jaskier gasped. The mere brush of Geralt’s fingers against his sensitive scent glands felt electric, even through layers of cloth. Need sparked in his belly and he felt himself growing wet, soaking his smallclothes. He squeezed his thighs together to alleviate some of the frustration.
As Geralt undid the ornate knot and pulled the fabric away from Jaskier’s throat, he was hit with the full force of omega scent, sweet and musky with arousal, finally released after being trapped under Jaskier’s collar for so long.
Geralt groaned as if he had been punched. His hands grasped at Jaskier’s shirt to steady himself, his grip tightening until –
Rrrip!
It took a second for Jaskier's brain to catch up with reality, but he could not help the delighted gasp that escaped him when it did. Geralt tore the flimsy fabric of his shirt as easily as if it was paper!
So Jaskier got to taste his husband’s strength tonight after all. The display stoked the fire deep in his belly to burn brighter.
“Gods – ” Geralt blurted out, obviously gravely embarrassed, “I’m so sorry. I’ll buy you a new shirt.”
“Yes you will,” Jaskier agreed, and pulled Geralt into another hungry kiss. “And you will tear that one as well. And the next one, and the one after that – ”
Geralt let out a shocked laugh. “Oh, Jaskier, you will ruin me,” he said, but he did not sound terribly bothered by the idea. Quite the opposite, actually. He seemed to be looking forward to the prospect of wasting all their money on shirts that are only going to end up destroyed.
“Perhaps,” Jaskier allowed, “but we will both enjoy it immensely.”
Geralt laughed again, and then latched his mouth onto the newly revealed skin. The torn shirt fell to the ground in tatters, and Jaskier did not mourn it at all.
Geralt kissed his way down Jaskier’s throat, making the omega tremble with every inch he came closer to touching his scent glands… until finally he laved his tongue over one, causing them both to moan.
“Jaskier,” Geralt grit out, his breath coming hot and damp against Jaskier’s skin. “Gods, you taste so good… I wish nothing more than to devour you.” He licked over the gland on the other side of Jaskier’s throat.
Jaskier’s hand tangled in his hair, gently holding him close. “Yes, please,” he cried. “I wish nothing more than to be devoured, dear heart.”
[undressing, exploring each others bodies for the first time. jaskier sees a naked alpha for the first time. jaskier gets his pussy ate and fingered. eventually they decide to try penetrative sex, with jaskier on top while geralt sits with his back against the headboard, because of his leg and also to give jaskier control of the depth]
“It’s so big. How will I ever take that inside me?” Geralt's fingers had already been a stretch - the thought of more seemed impossible… yet incredibly thrilling. The promise of Geralt filling him completely made blood pulse in his nethers. His quim clenched and drooled more slick.
“It will fit,” Geralt assured him softly. “Your body can take all that, and more. Do you trust me?”
Jaskier did not hesitate for even a moment. “Yes. With all my heart. With all that I am.”
Geralt smiled, and kissed him sweetly for that admission. He positioned his length at Jaskier's soft, slick entrance. “If you feel any discomfort at all, you must tell me. I will stop immediately,” he swore.
The heat of Geralt so close was maddening. It felt like the smallest shift of their bodies would have him slipping inside. “And what must I say for you to keep going?” Jaskier questioned, already breathless.
Geralt groaned. “Say yes.” He kissed Jaskier again. “Say that you want it.” And again. “Want me.”
“I want you,” Jaskier said, “Gods, Geralt, I want you so much.”
With one gentle hand on Jaskier’s hip to guide him and the other keeping his length steady, Geralt helped Jaskier sink down. First, there was pressure, slowly mounting, but then Jaskier’s body gave way and Geralt finally slipped inside.
Jaskier moaned, his head tipping backwards.
It didn’t hurt, not really. The stretch was overwhelming, all-consuming, but it wasn’t unpleasant. It felt right. The feeling only grew more intense with every inch Jaskier took inside himself. It was so much more than Geralt’s fingers. Jaskier had never thought something could feel like this.
Geralt was so big, Jaskier felt like he could feel him in his throat. He was completely and utterly filled, stretched to his limit… and it felt so good.
It felt like an eternity had passed before Jaskier finally managed to take all of Geralt inside. As he seated himself on his husband’s lap, he realised the muscles in his thighs were quivering, his hands clutching desperately at Geralt’s shoulders. His breath came harsh and heavy, like he had just run a mile.
“Fuck, Jaskier,” Geralt rasped, “you took that so well.” He ran his hand over Jaskier’s taut belly up to his heaving chest. “I’m so proud of you, my love. Does - does it feel good?”
“It feels amazing,” Jaskier breathed. His eyes brimmed with tears - he had never felt this close, this connected to someone, had not known it was possible. But now Geralt was inside him, and what could possibly be more intimate than that? Jaskier was so in love with him it hurt. So full of love for his husband, he felt like he might burst with it.
He ached to move, but he knew it was too soon. Geralt’s hand, resting on his hip, kept him still as well. Instead, he sought out Geralt’s lips again and kissed him, hungry and messy. It soothed the ache a little.
***
HMOH2: The honeymoon
The heat (geralt pov)
Arrival at the cottage, jaskier’s heat is starting
Geralt suggesting they could spend it separately/not having penetrative sex; jaskier assures him he very much wants to try for pups immediately
Geralt catches Jaskier writing in his diary
Dirty talk lesson and cunnilingus ensues, breeding sex
Jaskier learns to talk dirty - asking for things and giving them accurate names
The beach (jaskier pov)
Geralt and jaskier decide to spend a lovely afternoon on the beach. However, geralt would like to explore a certain proclivity of his husband’s, and tries to reimagine how the night at the vegelblud’s ball might have gone if they weren’t interrupted
Jaskier worries their relationship isn't equal, asks geralt to teach him to suck cock
The fantasy (jaskier pov)
Jaskier and Geralt talk fantasies. Geralt asks about jaskier’s romance books - bickering, teasing and armpit sniffing
"Pirates are incredibly attractive, Geralt,"
"Pirates stink,"
"You stink!"
[Geralt grabbing Jaskier's head and stuffing his face into his armpit while Jaskier squeals. but then he gets all sexy about it.
jaskier going like "you - you barbarian!" and it's indigant and amused and turned on at once]
[geralt attempts to ALSO get a sniff of jaskier's armpit once they're in bed but jaskier is way too fucking ticklish]
geralt suggests a fantasy of his own - playing out a cuckolding scenario
Jaskier worries if Geralt truly wants that, attempts to assure geralt that he is enough (rehash of geralts insecurities from HMOH - exciting stranger vs boring cousin)
geralt assures jaskier his fantasies are harmless; they agree to act them out
The lover (jaskier pov)
infidelity roleplay: Jaskier takes a lover because his cousin who he married is incredibly boring
The soldier (jaskier pov)
Jaskier suggests a fantasy of his own: geralt as an enemy commander holding his husband captive
featuring geralts army uniform
The epilogue (geralt pov)
jaskier and geralt prepare to go to lambert and aiden’s wedding
preggers jask!!!
they come back, jaskier’s feet hurt - massage and friskiness ensues
somewhere in there was the possibility of geralt and jaskier running into yen (geralts exfiancee) and istredd (her husband) (or maybe, now that season 2 and 3 are out, possibly some of the sorceresses - triss or tissaia?) and yennefer struggling with fertility, but that felt kind of like a massive downer in the middle of a total smutfest
I wanted to let you know that my focus has recently shifted to a different fandom. I will be keeping this blog as is (+ back up @wtpbackup) so that this remains a witcher-oriented space that I might come back to in the future.
However, I have made a new blog, @hatchetfieldtrashparty, for Hatchetfield (Starkid musicals) Dead Dove content. If you are interested in that, feel free to head on over and send me a message, I'd love to have you <3
otherwise, i will probably see y'all as Witcher season 4 nears!
I wanted to let you know that my focus has recently shifted to a different fandom. I will be keeping this blog as is (+ back up @wtpbackup) so that this remains a witcher-oriented space that I might come back to in the future.
However, I have made a new blog, @hatchetfieldtrashparty, for Hatchetfield (Starkid musicals) Dead Dove content. If you are interested in that, feel free to head on over and send me a message, I'd love to have you <3
otherwise, i will probably see y'all as Witcher season 4 nears!
Radskier first time please. Presumably Radovid's first time with any cock but however you want to interpret. 😊
here's some radskier first time oral for you <3 hope you enjoy it!
Jaskier barely has the time to swallow when Radovid drags him up and pulls him into a hungry kiss.
“My turn,” Radovid decides. Jaskier does not dare breathe as he watches the Prince of Redania sink to his knees before him.
A man on a mission, Radovid quickly makes work of his laces and gets his cock out. His eyes shine with delight as he wraps a hand around the base, opens his mouth –
– and stops. Uncertainty overtakes him, just like when he played Jaskier’s song to him.
“I’m sorry,” Radovid says, “I’ve never… I’m not sure I’ll be any good at it.”
“You’ve never sucked cock?”
“Nobody really lets a Prince suck them off,” Radovid quips, “I guess they were scared I’d have their dicks cut off if I choked on them.”
“Are you going to have my dick cut off?” Jaskier questions.
“No,” Radovid retorts, “it’s too pretty for that.”
Jaskier chuckles. “That’s good enough for me.” He runs his fingers through Radovid’s hair, pushing it back, away from his face. “If you want to give it a try – “
“I do,”
“ – then go ahead. Don’t push yourself too fast or too far, that’s not fun. Try and get used to it at first, you know?”
Radovid nods, already leaning forward. He steadies Jaskier’s cock with both hands, and then he carefully wraps his lips around the head.
Jaskier cannot hide his gasp.
Radovid takes his advice - he works his way down Jaskier’s shaft slowly, but with intent. He’s a bit drooly, but Jaskier likes his enthusiasm. He weaves his fingers through Radovid’s hair, just to hold.
There are no words for how good the Prince of Redania looks on his knees, in a dirty shed, mouth full of cock, but Jaskier would be damned if he didn’t try.
They trade kisses and share breath. Jaskier sits in Radovid’s lap, enjoying the way the King splits him open and reaches so deep inside him. Radovid’s hands are tight on Jaskier’s hips, and Jaskier grips Radovid’s shoulders just as tightly.
“Wait,” Radovid rasps, suddenly pulling away. “Wait, hold on – “
“Something wrong?” Jaskier asks.
Silently, Radovid takes the crown off his head and places it upon Jaskier’s.
It is not a feeling Jaskier is used to. The crown is heavy, heavier than it looks. His King looks at him with such wonder, such marvel in his eyes, that Jaskier doesn’t dare speak, doesn’t dare breathe. Instead, he watches Radovid back.
He seems lighter, without the crown weighing him down. He seems brighter, without the jagged shadow it casts over his face. Jaskier understands - Radovid doesn’t want to bear its responsibility, at least not tonight.
“You wear it better than I do,” Radovid finally says.
“Nonsense,” Jaskier laughs. He presses a kiss to the indent the crown left on Radovid’s brow. Then he kisses his cheek, his lips…
They start moving again. As Jaskier rides the King of Redania, the golden crown sits askew upon his head, but it doesn’t fall down.
hello!! for your prompt request, 80 & 87, geraskier and radskier. good to see you back on the dash <3
Aww I'm happy to hear that! I'm glad to be back as well <3 hope you enjoy this double-drabble!
80. sex as performance/third person watches + 87. size kink/size queen
Radovid audibly gasps when the Witcher opens his leathers and pulls his cock out. “Are you certain it’s going to fit?”
Geralt and Jaskier share a chuckle.
“We’ve made it fit many times throughout the years,” Jaskier says. “Do not worry about me, darling. I know what I’m about.”
Radovid still has his doubts, but he trusts Jaskier, always. And he has watched the Witcher work him open on his thick fingers for the last half an hour. So he simply leans down and presses a kiss to Jaskier’s sweaty brow.
Geralt pushes his way between Jaskier’s thighs. He rubs his fat cockhead back and forth over Jaskier’s hole, slick with oil. “You ready, Jask?”
“Yeah,” Jaskier breathes, “yeah, fuck, give it to me.”
The Witcher presses forward, and Jaskier’s soft flesh parts for him.
“Oh, fuck,” Jaskier groans, throwing his head back, eyelids fluttering shut in ecstasy.
Radovid watches with bated breath as Jaskier’s rim stretches tight around Geralt’s frankly massive cock. Inch after inch, Geralt sinks inside, slow and careful but unrelenting. And Jaskier takes it, takes all of it.
It’s the hottest thing Radovid has ever seen.
The Witcher catches his eye. “Enjoying the show, Your Majesty?”
Hi guys! just wanted to do a little update now that vol 2 is out!
I have seen it. It snuck up on me from behind and whacked me over the head. It shanked me in a dark alley. It beat me up in a Denny's parking lot. I am Unwell.
I have a radojask warlord au thingy in the works (thank you ^3 for sending it in, I love it very much and I am having Fun with it). that being said, this fic requires a bit more plot and honestly after getting my ass handed to me by vol 2 i need to soothe myself with something uncomplicated, porny and probably modern au.
my inbox is still open for y'all to talk to me about the new season (especially the radskier brainworms) <3
another offering: jaskier/djisktra/phillipa, jaskier/radovid, jaskier/vizimer, all of the above or pick and choose, (forced?) feminization, after jaskier fails to procure ciri as the new queen of redania, it's decided that he's going to have to fill the role himself ^3
you probably wanted porn, but i took it too seriously. sorry!
i'll keep the king
Jaskier fails to secure Ciri for Redania, so he's forced to take her place. Radovid can't help but feel like it's his fault.
“I am sorry,” Radovid whispers when they’re both brought before Dijkstra and Philippa. Radovid wears the Redanian crown, his brother’s crown, and dark circles under his eyes to match.
Jaskier’s hands are bound, and there’s a guard with their hand fisted in the back of his coat, keeping him in place. “I know.”
Much has happened in the past few weeks. Too much. Thanedd coup, assassination of King Vizimir, Radovid’s coronation, Jaskier’s capture. And things are only going to get worse.
“Since you have failed to secure the Princess,” Philippa levels them both with a glare, “we have to improvise.”
***
“I am sorry,” Radovid murmurs, watching seamstresses and tailors pin swaths of white fabric in place on Jaskier’s body.
Jaskier keeps his tone light, fakes a smile. “It’s alright. I’ve worn a dress once or twice before. This one will at least fit me well.”
Radovid sees right through him. A frown flits over his face, but then he decides to play along. “You look beautiful, for what it’s worth.”
“From you, it is worth everything,” Jaskier winks, and Radovid laughs, and for a split second everything is alright.
The spell is broken as a wayward pin pricks his skin.
***
“I am sorry,” Radovid breathes, his hand clutching Jaskier’s like it’s a lifeline. His eyes are red and glassy, true remorse written into every line of his face. His crown cuts a jagged shadow across his face.
Jaskier, no longer hidden by the white veil, acutely feels the court’s looks on them, burning just like the golden band on his ring finger.
“People are staring,” he warns Radovid. “Kiss me.”
Radovid does. He presses their lips together, soft but desperate. He squeezes Jaskier’s hand tighter. Jaskier squeezes back.
Dijkstra claps, loud and obnoxious. “The King and Queen of Redania, everyone!”
***
“I am sorry,” Radovid rumbles into his ear only moments later. They are seated at the head of the table, a grand wedding feast before them, leaning close.
“I cannot believe Valdo Marx is playing at my wedding!” Jaskier seethes into his wine. This is just a shitty cherry on top of an already shitty cake of a day. “I’m willing to bet Dijkstra did this on purpose.”
Radovid seeks out his hand beneath the table. “Once things calm down, I’ll have him banned from the court. I promise you.”
“How husbandly of you,” Jaskier comments.
“I try my best.”
***
“I’m sorry,” Radovid breathes between heated kisses. His fingers fight with the laces of Jaskier’s wedding dress.
“Don’t apologize,” Jaskier retorts. “Not for this.”
Jaskier is no blushing maiden, and neither is Radovid, but there are still people just behind the bedroom door, listening. Jaskier makes sure they hear what they want to hear, and more. He moans and whines and gasps as Radovid fucks him, taking him apart and putting him back together just as attentively as he had done ages ago in Loxia.
Jaskier falls asleep sweaty and sore and dripping Radovid’s spend, tucked under his king’s arm.
***
“I am sorry,” Radovid says, for what feels like the hundredth time. It probably is.
Queen Jaskier adjusts his skirts as he sits on the throne, overseeing the Redanian court.
Dijkstra and Philippa are scheming in the corner. Nobles drink and laugh. The musicians are playing one of Jaskier’s own compositions, not that anyone knows that.
The court life is stifling, yes, and Jaskier doesn’t know what will happen once he stops serving Dijkstra’s purposes. But he has Radovid by his side, forever and always, and they face each challenge together.
uggh i just finished ep4 and i just need jaskier to be fucked by literally everyone. just typing that out and had a new thot: conclave of mages bonding over a jaskier gangbang. valdo marx can still be musical accompany to jaskier's displeasure. i know i'm going to be sending you so many fucking ideas, i probably should choose an emoji or something to sign off as. maybe ^3
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okay finished ep5 and it has only cemented my need for a bard/mages gangbang. just lots of wicked, unscrupulous people doing whatever they want to him ^3
YOU ARE SO RIGHT
CW: gangbang, free use, bdsm, bad bdsm etiquette (no safeword), impact play, pain, wax play, mentions of jaskier not being stoked about the wax play, choking, edging, humiliation, radskier somftness at the end
Jaskier being like "yes yennefer i am Here for the Very Important Task You Have Asked Me To Do" when they reunited
and instead of making him watch Ciri, Yennefer is like "Alright :) you're going to be tonights free use fucktoy :)"
And jaskier is like "tonights what now" but also he knows mages are Way Too Fucking Horny so he's not even really surprised
so yennefer brings jaskier along for the conclave, makes him lose his rags ("SO last season, dear lark, i would have expected you to know better"), scrubs him clean, shaves his face ("sorceresses are not too keen on beard burn, bardling, now hold still or i might cut you - ") and none-too-gently preps his ass.
she dresses him in something very complicated but ultimately consisting of very little fabric. There's likely a collar involved, as well as an enchanted cockring that will keep jaskier nice and hard for the entire evening
she sets him up in something akin to stocks or a breeding bench, except he lies on his back, tied down to sturdy wooden posts.
jaskier, half-joking, asks about the safeword.
yennefer laughs. "you're done when they're done with you, bardling. the only rule for tonight is no blood and no permanent marks. Other than that, all is fair game." She doesn't notice his panic, or perhaps she just pretends she doesn't. She kisses his forehead in an almost patronizing way. "I'll be back to check up on you later. Have fun and be good."
And as she walks away, people begin crowding him, leering at him, touching him, groping him, cooing over a cute little mortal, wonder what this one can take, discussing him among themselves like he's not even here.
Men, women, and everything in between, everyone just as enchanting and breathtaking as the one before them.
for a long time, it's all just teasing. wizards and witches idly roaming hands over jaskier's skin, pinching his nipples, petting his thighs. tugging at his hair. slapping his ass, tickling his sides. here and there, someone strokes his cock a few times or rolls his balls in their palm. they rub a finger against his hole, press a thumb to his perineum. drink wine from his navel. kiss him, even.
jaskier gets hard soon. of course he does. people are paying him attention, it's impossible to ignore it. the thrum of pleasure is almost enough to make jaskier ignore valdo marx warbling in the background. almost.
there's a crate of toys available for the patrons to borrow nearby, which jaskier only realizes once he feels the flogger lick his flesh with its devious little tongues. After the flogger, there's a crop, and a feather, and a strange wheel thingy which jaskier can't decide if it tickles or pricks him. there's candles, and wax, and the partygoers are particularly amused by how desperately jaskier attempts to squirm away from the heat. There's also a lovely phalus carved from stone, which someone fucks into him for a while.
finally, one of the sorceresses claims his mouth, lifting her skirts and seating herself on his face. By this time, jaskier is already near-delirious with sensation, but he's quick to apply himself. after all that teasing, eating pussy is almost grounding. he eats the sorceress out with fervor, and once she moves away his face is wet with her juices.
soon enough, there's another sorceress lining up for a go at his mouth, and another one climbing into his lap to take a ride on his cock.
The woman in his lap rides Jaskier for all he's worth, and she cums around him - jaskier can't see if that is with the help of her hand or not - but Jaskier stays perfectly rigid, ready to entertain another guest.
next, two men share him, one fucking his mouth and the other one fucking his ass. The one in his ass, rather meanly, does his best to hit jaskiers sweet spot as often as he can. Jaskier moans and whines and screams, but he doesn't cum.
after that, jaskier rather loses track of pretty much everything. there's thick cocks fucking his throat and railing his ass. one perfect pussy after another grinds against his face or squeezes his cock. a few men ride him too, but that's a rarity. whenever they like, they use implements from the crate to flog or whip him, to pour wax on him; or they simply slap him with their hands, aiming for his face, his tits, his thighs or his ass. sometimes, a hand wraps around his throat and squeezes.
jaskier cries, begs, pleads. he pants, he whines, he groans, he moans. he sobs. he screams.
his tongue feels swollen in his mouth, his jaw aches. his cock feels chafed raw, balls full to bursting. his ass feels sloppy and used, filled with load after load. his body is one big bruise. Somewhere, valdo keeps warbling on, the most terrible and inappropriate song thats ever been written.
and still, there's no end in sight. sorcerers have incredible stamina. Jaskier gets them off, and within the hour they're coming back for seconds.
Most of them, jaskier doesn't recognise. The few people he knows, though... philippa comes over to whip him, aiming one or two strikes of the crop at jaskier's hard manhood. dijkstra makes use of his mouth, spending thick and bitter down Jaskier's throat and making him choke for a moment. yennefer comes over, as she promised, about half-way through the evening - she offers him some water, and once he drinks it, she climbs onto his face as well and later leaves him stuffed with the stone phallus. jaskier thinks he sees geralt growling at an old man with a beard to get him to stay away. triss is there, too, and she rides him at a leisurely pace and cums just from that. near the end, during an intrumental piece, valdo comes over, sneering and mean, and he fucks jaskiers mouth roughly and then pulls out to cum on his face - jaskier doesn't hear any of his humiliating comments, too gone to listen by that point.
There's Prince Radovid, dressed in finery, not a hair out of place. He comes to jaskier, messy, naked, covered in body fluids fresh and dried. he strokes jaskier's hair away from his face with impossible tenderness. Jaskier leans into the touch, desperate to make it last.
"Fancy meeting you here," Radovid says.
"I'm helping out yennefer," Jaskier rasps. "of vengerberg. we're friends."
"I'll admit i was hoping i'd bump into you tonight," radovid smirks. His hand trails from Jaskier's face to his chest, perfectly manicured nails scratching through his chest hair. "This wasnt what i was imagining, but i'm not complaining."
Jaskier laughs breathlessly. "do you like sloppy seconds, Your Royal Highness?"
"I like you," Radovid says simply.
jaskier blinks, sobering up. "I like you, too."
Radovid keeps petting him. "Would it be alright if i -- "
"You have as much right to it as everyone else," Jaskier replies.
Radovid shakes his head. "That's not what i meant and you know it. Would you want it?" Would you want me?
"Of course i would," Jaskier blurts out. He considers it for a moment. If he's to have the prince of redania, he'd prefer if he could properly feel it, as it were. He'd like it to be the first cock of his day. a suckjob it is, then. "my mouth," jaskier directs him. "Be as rough as you like. I'll be taking a vocal rest anyways."
radovid begins unlacing his breeches. "and what if i don't want that? To be rough, i mean."
Jaskier gives him a smile, one of his rare sincere ones. "Then you'll be the first tonight, darling."
Starting the radojask agenda bright and early, folks! Enjoy this public cock warming drabble. also on ao3
Jaskier has never been so content in his life. There are fingers gently, almost reverently, combing through his hair. His jaw aches pleasantly. His mouth is full of cock.
“Wine,” Radovid orders. A servant approaches, refilling the prince’s cup. They used to openly stare at Jaskier, kneeling between their prince’s legs, keeping him warm while Radovid deals with his correspondence. Nowadays they barely spare him a glance.
Radovid drinks. There’s the shuffle of papers above the table. He laughs and scratches Jaskier behind his ear.
“Oh, you would not believe what my dear brother is asking of me now, pet…”
