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the witcher | explicit | 9k | geraskier | complete | porn with feelings 

“A prostitute put a finger up my ass,” Geralt says. Jaskier’s brain stutters to a stop, the swiftly begins anew. “That is… quite the mental image. How was, uh, that?” “It felt good.” OR Geralt learns Jaskier sometimes has sex with men, and can't stop thinking about the process. Also, drowners covered in sewage water.

Geralt hears that Jaskier also has sex with men. And gets curious. How does it actually work? How can it be pleasurable? So he does what needs to be done and decide to ask a prostitute about it, and like the title says, discovers his prostate. But that doesn't feel like it's enough, because it's Jaskier! So, it's actually super sweet in a Geralt kind of way, Geralt and Jaskier talk. And the smut is super hot!

Author’s tags: Sexuality Crisis, Mutual Pining, Feelings Realization, Kink Discovery, power bottom geralt, Bottom Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Service Top Jaskier | Dandelion, Humor, Fluff, Smut, Sits somewhere in the show canon, but idk where, Geralt discovers his prostate, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Has Feelings, Jaskier | Dandelion is kinda along for the ride, Jaskier | Dandelion Loves Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, unbeta'd we die like mne, Jaskier just wants to braid his Witcher's hair

Bucky floats on the water, trying to absorb some of the tranquility offered by the waves. His legs are sore from a recent workout at the gym, and his shoulder still throbs from where a white supremacist in Oklahoma snagged a lucky punch, but other than that, the sun is hot, the water is warm, Bucky has a gorgeous man in his bed and not a care in the world.

for Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by @bourneblack 😈

Heehee thank you!! The Witcher x AC crossover is a thing I'm working on with @leviosally468 ! I haven't gotten super far, cause it's got more actual context and story and dialogue than I typically write and so it makes me nervous. But the endgoal is lots of Geralt/Ezio/Jaskier smut because apparently I just want to put Ezio Auditore in everything now 😂

A little snippet of what I've actually got written:

Except Geralt didn’t glower or glare or even frown at the man approaching them with a broad smile on his face; about the only feature that wasn’t hidden in the shadow of his deep hood. He was dressed in flowing white robes with a hood and a red sash, the thick leather belt at his waist inlaid with an ornate symbol of some sort and positively bristling with weaponry, and the scuffed but sturdy armour strapped about his person spoke of frequent use. Much like Geralt’s, in fact, though the type of armour was clearly different. He had that same enticing air of danger about him that Geralt did, too; that coiled stance that hinted at a constant edge of violence.

White-Robes strode straight up to Geralt, grin never wavering, and Jaskier felt his eyebrows nearly climb off his face when the man clapped Geralt on the shoulder and pulled him straight into a one-armed embrace.

My double vision gets the best of me, my mind is racing, but my body’s in the lead. Self-cest, threesomes, and lots of super soldier sex. Below are my Top 5 Favorite stories:

“So beautiful,” Bucky mumbles into Steve’s ear a moment later, deliriously high. His voice is sex drenched, his muscles are tingling, his body rolling on gentle waves not unlike the ones below.

preview 😇 full, very definitely NSFW version to be seen in Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by @bourneblack 😈

(find my fanart and my edits on Tumblr) (before & after under the cut  ✨)

“You know, some people would think you’re crazy for going all the way to Manhattan just for a cup of coffee,” Steve says. His face is pulling itself into a smile without his permission, one that’s echoed on Bucky’s face.

“Who says I’m here for the coffee, sugar?” Bucky says.

for Who Prays for The Devil? by @bourneblack, a perfect cross between mafia AU and coffee shop AU 💖

After a while of lounging with eyes half shut, Steve pulls his sketchbook from his bag and lets his pencil drag over the paper, creating half-finished face and bodies and birds from what he sees around him. 

By his side, Bucky’s snoring lightly, head tilted sideways as he lies on his back, bronze and baking in the sun, an easy, beautiful model... Steve can’t help but start a detailed work in his book.

for Who Prays for The Devil? by @bourneblack, where Steve thirsts (and so do we) 😉

“It looks like a post on Instagram,” Steve says, eyes fluttering open. “Or a damn postcard.” But he’s actually here, breathing in the sea-salted air, taking in the warming sun on his skin, watching little fish swim around underneath. 

“My goal is to stop you from leaving the bed for a week,” Bucky growls and bites at his ear.

for an upcoming story in Who Prays for The Devil ‘verse by @bourneblack - mafia AU and coffeeshop AU traipse off together on a tropical holiday...  😈