Ohhh i thought of one bouncy! Beast!Geralt giving Jaskier a hand kiss (maybe before a dance maybe not up to u!)
I like this! Iâm going to put this in the timeline before the big official proposal.Â
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âSo I am to be...your bride?â
âYou have accepted my suit, Jaskier, not my hand. If you are unhappy with my wooing or find that you cannot love me, I shall happily return you to your father and the village.â
âI donât really want to go back,â Jaskier shrugged.Â
They were seated across from each other in front of the fire. Geralt was kneeling, meditating and clearing my head, heâd said. Jaskier was reading a book of poetry on the chaise lounge. Geralt opened his eyes again to nail Jaskier in place with a single look. âWhy not?â
âBoring. I like it here, better.â
âYouâre trapped in a castle?â it sounded like a question.
âA castle with a bunch of cool rooms and good books and, if I do say so myself, excellent company.â
Geralt blushed and reached out on instinct, gathering the peasant boyâs hand into his own. He brushed his lips against Jaskierâs knuckles, feather-light and terrified. âThank you, little bird.â
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Pirate!au with Captain!Jaskier. Jaskier feels a need to show off his pet witcher to the rest of the crew. -sol
(so Iâve made Captain!Jaskier incredibly horny with some soft dom vibes and thereâs nothing I can do now except keep writing him that way)
-this is going to be slightly Horny so fair warning; I also made up that thing about Nilfgaard so donât @ me about fuckinâ with the lore. I know I am a fool-
Geralt didnât know whether to be proud of himself or embarrassed. The young Captain kept him close to his side all the time. The ex-witcher had never been praised quite so often. Or treated like a person of value. Or petted. Or kissed.
It was almost infuriating how weak the pirate made him feel. He was supposed to be out in the world killing monsters (not that there were many left) and protecting people, not sitting on an overstuffed red-and-blue cushion while the Lark of Lettenhove played with his hair absentmindedly. âWhy do I have to sit like this all the time?â
âAh,â the pirate smiled playfully. âItâs a custom I learned about during my travels in Nilfgaard. If someone is wealthy and influential enough, they might employ a particularly attractive person to serve as their trophy lover.â
âYouâre not paying me.â
âWell Iâm feeding you, arenât I?â
Geralt hummed his agreement. He was being fed. Very well.Â
âIâve given you new clothes, washed and braided your unruly mane, and kissed you into silence on several occasions.â The Captain continued. âYou belong to me until your debts are paid.â
âTheyâll never be paid if I keep eating from the shipâs supply of food.â
âMhm. Exactly. The thing is, darling, that I wouldnât mind keeping you like this forever.â Jaskier smirked but his eyes were full of gentle concern and curiosity. âUnless you have any objections to such an arrangement. Weâll be at port in a few days and youâre welcome to leave if you so desire.â
Geralt considered. Nobody he knew was going to suddenly come upon him in the middle of the ocean. If he died in battle here it wouldnât be much different than dying while fighting a monster. Not to mention that Jaskierâs crew of ruffians and rogues didnât dare hurl insults or stones at him aboard this vessel. He was rather well-liked, actually. Some of the men came and talked to him whenever he had a moment away from Jaskierâs side (as rare as they were) about everyday things like sword polishing and rope repair. Things Geralt knew and understood. Things he enjoyed talking about.Â
âOkay. Iâll stick around a little longer. And since Iâm your pet I suppose youâre also allowed to kiss and touch me however youâd like.â
âReally?â
âYes. I would like that, I think. Just let me know when youâre going to do that stuff, alright?â
âGoody!â the young pirate clapped. âI am amenable to your terms, darling. Now letâs move to the galley for a bit. I need to speak with some of the crew.â
âHmm.â
âBring your cushion.â
âHmm.â
Geralt did as he was told, carrying his assigned pillow from the captainâs cabin to the large galley/dining area. He knelt at Jaskierâs side again and felt those long, calloused fingers start tracing up and down the back of his neck. He shivered visibly and ignored a few strange looks from the men. âShh, Geralt.â
âDidnât say anything.â
âYouâre thinking too loud. Here,â the Captain leaned down for a moment and pressed his lips against his captiveâs. He bit the white-haired manâs bottom lip, cupping the base of Geraltâs skull with his hand as he did so. Not only was the older man incapable of moving away from Jaskierâs strong hold on him, but he found that he didnât really want to move away. He liked the apparent control his Captain liked to exert over him. He liked being told what to do as straightforwardly as possible. The kiss was intense and stole the witcherâs breath away. When Jaskier finally pulled back, Geraltâs golden eyes were glazed over and watery. âThatâs much better, precious thing.â
With Jaskier there were no guessing games. No rules that Geralt didnât understand. The young Captain took what he wanted when he wanted it; even though he was always sure to check with Geralt for permission first.Â
The Captain released him from the kiss and turned to speak with the crew members gathered in the galley. The ex-witcher closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of Jaskierâs fingers sliding against his skin wherever they moved.Â