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Prompt: Flashing your lingerie at a partner while out in public to tease them.

This is more horny than smutty.

CW: None? Geraskier. Geralt gets a peak at the lingerie at an outdoor concert. Horny more in spirit than anything else. WC 1.3k+

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I think this prompt is so cute! Went with Geraskier because I’ve been thinking about them a lot today ^^

CW: lingerie, porn mentioned (this story ain’t horny tho)

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Wiggling about in the pillows that he’d arranged as a back rest against the headboard, Jaskier made himself quite comfortable, tugging up one of the many blankets to get cozy. His laptop ended up propped up on a pillow in his lap, forever attached to the wall since the built-in battery had given up on life roughly two weeks after he’d gotten it. By the time the bedroom door got pushed open Jaskier had already opened up several different tabs, perusing without his husband.

“Just set it on the table, dear, it’s too hot right now.” He looked up to beam up at Geralt, who had been ever such a dear and made him some chamomile tea - just the right sort of relaxing thing to help clear his mind after work. Geralt even did as he asked, drink coaster included since he’d learned after he’d placed a glass directly onto the wooden bedside table once before - Jaskier had practically wept at the thought of his grandmum’s heirloom staining with a water ring.

With a rather wry look, Geralt had reminded him that his ‘grandmum’s heirloom’ had been bought straight off amazon, and Jaskier hadn’t talked to him the rest of that night.

So, thankfully for both of them, he’d remembered both coasters this time, and even remembered to bring Jaskier something to nibble on. It earned him a firm smooch to his cheek as he made room for himself on the bed, reaching an arm around Jaskier to tug him close and rub affectionate little circles onto his hip with his thumb.

“..what are you looking at?”

Oh, right. Jaskier blinked, turning back to his laptop. “Right, yes. I had actually been thinking-”

“This is the most boring porn you’ve ever pulled up.”

“It’s not porn, Geralt, honestly! You know I talked to you about that- hey.” He pouted when he saw the hint of a smirk on Geralt’s lips. The bastard was teasing him. That earned him a light swat to one of his lovely thick thighs. “I was thinking about spicing up our love life in a different way, and wanted your opinion on it. Didn’t know what you liked. Well, if I’m honest, I’m not entirely sure what I like yet. There are so many options!”

“You don’t have the tits for that one,” Geralt drawled, nodding towards the lovely leather piece Jaskier had pulled up. It had been complete with crisscrossing leather straps (and had a lovely picture with other leathery suggestions in it, though it might be a bit too daring of them to jump that far into spiciness without testing the waters a bit first).

He pretended to be offended by that, gasping and putting one hand on his chest. “I’m wounded, Geralt, how could you?” After a second of staring at him blandly, Geralt leaned forward just long enough to peck the tip of his nose, making Jaskier scrunch it up and lose his faux offended expression. “Well...you’re not wrong. You do though.”

“No.”

“You’re no fun.” He stuck his tongue out just a little, but he knew better than to leave it out. Not if he wanted a productive conversation - Geralt was known to bite.

“But, you are right. I’m not actually too fond of the thought of a brazier; they look wonderful on some but I’m not sure they would on me. Shame most of the pieces are made for more feminine bodies...” A real shame, really, though at least there were more options for him nowadays than there used to be. Most places even let you custom order as the norm instead of paying a shit ton extra for it.

He flipped through some of the tabs, watching Geralt through his periphery as he went through a few more options. Lots with crisscrossing straps, some with a delicious amount of lace (something Jaskier loves in theory more than in practice; it itched his skin something fierce), a lovely array of colors ranging from teal to red to a blue that Geralt even pointed out reminded him of Jaskier’s eyes, to the ever safe and secure black that would look good on anyone.

Not that Jaskier wanted something black. He might look good in it, but he yearned for colors. Let his dearest husband be the one who stuck to a monochrome closet, he would be a rainbow of fashion until his dying breath.

“Oh, but what about this one?” He pulled up an image of a cute piece in the google search, grinning at the aptly named ‘homosexual lingerie queer men’ piece. “Pink ribbon! You could untie me with your teeth instead of just ripping my pants off for once.”

Geralt gave one of his unimpressed hmms but his eyes darkened a little with interest, which made Jaskier quickly mark this particular pieces as a definite ‘Maybe’. Plus it would make his butt looks very cute and fuckable, with the ribbons tying around his plump little cheeks. Oof, what a confidence boost that would be.

And the ribbons around the front were an even better bonus. The thought of wearing it under his clothes out in public, for only him and Geralt to know, made him squirm a little - better to think about that later, after they’d decided on a piece or two.

“Not getting it?”

“I want options, dear heart, have you ever known me to only get one?” Plus that one, as beautiful as it was, was also 90% lace. He needed a non-lacey option.

Geralt pushed him forward a little, helping him rearrange as he moved behind him, propping his chin on Jaskier’s shoulder to peer over it while he held him. Jaskier leaned back into him and tilted his head to let Geralt get cozy, sighing as Geralt left a few very soft, unassuming kisses to his jawline and neck.

“Oh I just love the name of some of these.” Some of them were quite...cringy, borderline uncomfortably so, with the way they were named. But it didn’t stop him from checking out some of them, and one in particular really grabbed his interests. “Geralt! The sleeves! Oh I just love them, isn’t this such a unique piece?”

This one, Jaskier was simply in love with. Red velvet, a cute tummy piece that had velvet ties attaching it to some lacy straps that wound around the upper thighs. He clicked through the pictures, even adoring the small, velvety bra piece, the cute bow in front absolutely tickling his interest. But the upper body piece is what really drew him in, the puffy shoulder pieces and the short sleeves and the tight collar, a zip up back and the open chest part - the style really was unique when weighed against all the others they’d flipped through, and really, the bow that went right above the thong like straps for the bottom sold it for him.

“Do you like it?” He wiggled his hips as he tilted his head to look at Geralt, a hopeful sort of pout on his lips. “Oh, tell me you love it, I know you love red on me.”

“Looks good on you,” Geralt agreed, squeezing him all tight just because he could, really looking at the lingerie piece, studying it with a thoughtful frown. “Not bad. Probably feels nice.”

“Much nicer than the full lace pieces for sure, though the lacy edges might still itch. Lots of things to untie, a few clasps, even a zipper - would make stripping more interesting.”

“Slower.”

“That’s why it’s called teasing, love, it’s supposed to be slow. Achingly so.”

Geralt nipped his neck, his eyes still on the laptop screen. “It...would suit you.”

“Really? You really think so?” He didn’t hide his giddy grin, not bothering saving this one for later, immediately adding it to his cart and checking out - Geralt had to rattle off their card information for him after he gave him a pitiful pout, whining over the thought of getting up and not being good enough with numbers to remember it all on his own.

With the order settled away, all Jaskier had left to do was pout over how long it would take to get there. Two to three weeks was entirely unfair and too far away. Geralt held him in his mourning, the laptop forgotten and tossed across the bed, Jaskier’s cheek squished against his husband’s glorious chest, their bed an absolute mess with the pillows crowded in their corner and the blanket almost pushed entirely off with how Jaskier was splayed across it. 

“It’s not fair,” he whined, just to feel Geralt’s fingers work their way through his hair.

Thank you so much for the prompt! I am in love with Aiden already and slowly falling in love with Lambert as well - and have a massive weakness for platonic bonding and cuddles.

CW: None? Lambert and Aiden snuggle platonically, Aiden being comfortable being naked around him, brief mentions of past violence with other people. Ace!Lambert, Aro!Aiden.

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There were plenty of reasons for them to share a room together, the most obvious being, of course, that most innkeepers got a little antsy when they saw more than one witcher about. Actually it was Aiden’s experience that even one could cause them to get twitchy, the smell of sweat rising in the air, their hands and fingers nervously gripping things or twisting into the rags they used to keep the bar...well, usually not clean but wiped down and at least not actively wet with spilled drink and whatever else happened to be spilled there.

Considering his traveling partner had the charm of a wooden spoon, it was usually Aiden’s job to secure them a room. With the right smile he could get anyone to hand over a key, knowing just what to say to get his way, and with a wink he’d be off to collect the wolf - hopefully before any sort of trouble started. 

The amount of bar fights he’d had to put a stop to since he met the fool. Aiden shook his head as he tugged his wolf out of the bar stool this time, thankful he wouldn’t have to stab anyone tonight. It made such a mess of things, and he was rather looking forward to sleeping in a bed instead of outside in a tree.

“What, is it the kitty cat’s bedtime already?” Lambert’s snark was accompanied by a grin, and it earned him a quick jab to his ribs as Aiden shoved him up the stairs. 

“Don’t pretend you’re not tired, little lamb. Not a single punch thrown tonight?”

“Figured I’d cut them some slack this time.” Lambert snatched the key that Aiden dangled in front of his face now that they had reached their room, flinging the door open and heading straight for the bed to drop on it. “Don’t take forever, kitty cat.”

Just for that jab at Aiden’s nighttime rituals, he took his sweet ass time getting ready. His armor came off and was placed just so in the corner of the room, after, of course, it was wiped of dust and any smudges he found. His clothes were changed with his back to Lambert, not really caring much for modesty but at least giving him the decency of not flashing him - not that he hadn’t seen it all before but it didn’t mean Aiden wanted to flaunt it.

Dirty clothes were folded neat and tidy and set aside to be washed later. He gave himself a quick wipe down before putting on some very loose and cozy night clothes, not even turning when Lambert started fake snoring just to be an arsehole. Though he did at least skip the hairbrush, using his fingers instead, working out his side braid and any knots that had formed in the long portion of his hair. After some pleasant scratching to the shaved side, he stretched straight up on his toes, fingers linked and arms stretched as high as they would go above his head.

The popping of his bones was so satisfying. He released the tension and let his arms swing down, shoulders and back loosening up in a sag, shaking his head and the rest of his body to let the day go.

“Record time,” Lambert drawled as Aiden finally turned towards the bed. The wolf’s eyes were half closed, his armor tossed carelessly to the side of the bed and the day’s clothes from underneath still on. It made Aiden’s nose twitch but not enough to not crawl under the covers with his friend right after blowing out the single candle he’d left lit - they’d really not needed it but he rather liked the glow of small fires, the flickering and dancing flames catching his eyes and fascinating him.

He sighed at the comfort of a bed. Not the most cushy of beds, actually it had quite the number of lumps and bumps in it but Aiden really didn’t care, able to sleep just about anywhere as long as his head could rest against something. As soon as he had sufficiently covered himself with the blanket all the way up to his chin he wiggled straight for the warmth of his companion, pinching Lambert’s side at his faux growl over his personal space being invaded.

They both knew he didn’t mind it. That was clear in the way he situated himself right up cozy with his friend, letting Aiden rest his head against his chest and putting a loose arm over him to hold him close. 

As Aiden sighed, gently nuzzling into his friend, his now heavy mind let the memory of the first time they’d cuddled like this drift to the forefront of his mind. Lambert had been...concerned, worried Aiden had wanted something, admitting in a rather frustrated and nervous tone that ‘sex makes me itch.” 

He had blinked up at his friend, who he’d only snuggled up close to because he was warm and the dearest friend to his heart. It had been a gentle moment for them, admitting each other’s views on such things. Aiden could see how jumpy Lambert was to have opened up to him and how easy it would have been to spook him away, and had opened up in turn, hoping to calm his wolf down. He himself might love sex but it wasn’t what he was after from Lambert, no matter how handsome his friend might be. No, Aiden had merely wanted to feel close to him, close to someone he trusted like he hadn’t trusted anyone in a very long time.

And it felt good, to know Lambert trusted him right back. Especially now, how easy that trust came to the jumpy and crotchety wolf, who ever loved to push others away as if letting someone close would end poorly for him. How easily he accepted them sharing a room and bed, how he didn’t bat an eye at Aiden undressing in front of him or snuggling up close under the covers, because he trusted and knew Aiden would respect his boundaries.

Hey so I’m feeling rather self-indulgent so I turned this into a trans!Eskel piece, with him coming out to his family and receiving nothing but love and support in return. Extended platonic hug bonding coming from Lambert.

CW: Trans!Eskel coming out to his family, brief descriptions of gender dysphoria over certain pronouns and other nouns (woman, female wolf, etc.), fears of not being accepted (but he ends up accepted anyway), Lambden mentioned (with potential relationship troubles). WC 3k+

Gonna try 21 (changing who gives and receives) and Geskel for this one - please forgive if it’s not that good ^^; I’m still shaky on Geralt and have no experience with Eskel yet at all. But! Can’t succeed if ya don’t try! and mediocrity isn’t a sin anyway.

(thank you so much for including a Witcher option T^T)

(I headcanon Eskel as ace in this :3 boi has a libido but no sexual attraction)

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He was halfway into getting pounded rather beautifully into the dingy mattress when Eskel noticed there was something off. Not ‘off’ as in ‘bad’ but something was tickling the back of his mind, managing to worm its way towards the front just enough for him to notice it past the sounds of insect songs coming in from the open window, the way Geralt’s heartbeat raced behind him, the sound of his own breaths echoing so loud they were near deafening.

Something was just a touch off.

Eskel shifted his weight onto just one of his forearms, pushing himself up enough to look over his shoulder. The sight that greeted him was as beautiful as it had been the first time he’d seen it, and the second, and even into the dozens: Geralt was simply a sight to behold. Silver-white hair shinning in the moonlight like some work of poetry, the muscles in his stomach contracting as he rolled his hips in a steady rhythm, his lips parted and eyes half mast.

But the rhythm was slower than usual, and his expression was different.

He had been accused before of reading too far into things, but there was something...curious about the way Geralt was looking at him then. Geralt was usually very present when they fucked but right now his eyes were almost glazed over, focused entirely on where they were connected, his cheeks splashed with color that was a bit too pink to be just from exertion. 

And that blush was honestly too much for him to ignore.

Eskel wiggled just enough to get Geralt’s attention, watching those bright eyes snap up to look at him and sharpen as they did. With a little effort (and a groan), he pulled himself away from Geralt, rolling onto his back and reaching out to tug the other wolf into his arms.

“Is something on your mind?”

He earned a sharp nip to his shoulder that he really felt like he didn’t deserve, Geralt immediately slumping into him, their cocks trapped between them and for now left rather painfully hard and forgotten. Eskel chuckled fondly as he held Geralt close, soothing one hand down his back and the fingers of the other through his hair as the younger man pouted against him.

If he’d learned anything through their years, both growing up together and off-and-on travels and finally their years together, it was that Geralt would open up when he was ready. No sooner and no later. Trying to pry it out of him would just ruin the mood, and if Eskel were honest, despite how his skin singed from stimulation and how his cock leaked, he didn’t really care if Geralt didn’t stop pouting anytime soon.

Sex had never really meant ‘reaching an end’ to him anyway. If he got to hold Geralt tight and kiss the top of his head until Geralt melted into him and fell asleep, well, he wasn’t missing out on anything if he got to have that.

But the way Geralt was unable to keep his hips still, ever so slightly rutting against him, seeking out some sort of friction - it told Eskel that Geralt wouldn’t be keeping quiet for long. Either he would open up, or he’d kiss it firmly from Eskel’s mind.

Geralt huffed, the breath sussing out against Eskel’s skin. He squirmed a little in his arms, sticking his nose as far into the crook of Eskel’s neck as it would go, and then huffed again. And when he finally peeled his face away from where it was firmly pressed into Eskel his face had turned even redder, a frown pulling his lips down but not an upset one. No, it looked much like the kind he donned when he was thinking.

He slid his hand down from his hair to cup Geralt’s cheek, then to caress his chin, the rough pad of his thumb running gently over Geralt’s bottom lip. It made the younger wolf’s eyes flutter shut in a way that had Eskel’s heart skipping - how vulnerable they could be with each other, how gentle and how soft despite the way the world had worn on the both of them.

This, he would trade for nothing.

“What’s it like?”

Eskel blinked at him, not really certain what he meant. While he waited for Geralt to continue, Geralt shifted enough to bring his own hand up in a mirror of Eskel’s, running the back of his fingers against Eskel’s scarred cheek and lips.

“What’s it like to...be in your position? When we have sex?”

Geralt’s brow furrowed in such genuine curiosity and Eskel had to take a steading breath - this man would be the death of him someday. No one person should hold so much of his heart so fully, and yet he knew it was far far too late to change that.

So vulnerable and trusting, and only with him. What did he ever do to deserve this?

“We can switch, if you’d like?” He pushed some of Geralt’s bangs away from his face, then caught his hand to kiss. “Might take a while, I won’t do it without prepping you proper first.”

CW: trans!Eskel, some brief descriptions of dysphoria. Smut but not horribly descriptive. Oral sex mentioned.

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It was Geralt's words that made him suddenly ridged.

They had stopped at a small inn on their way to Kaer Morhen for the winter, fire light dancing on the walls and on each other, the wall to Eskel's back cold but his entire body heated. Droplets of water still dripped down Geralt's hair from the storm that had now simmered down to the occasional rumble of thunder that almost drowned out their heavy breaths, the gentle pitter patter of rain against the window joining their quickening heartbeats in his ears.

His shirt was open, armor having been shed and forgotten somewhere just inside the door. Pants unbuttoned, Geralt's teeth at his neck and one hand in his hair while the other rubbed at him through his smalls. It wasn't the first time they'd fallen into bed together but it was the first they'd been so hands on, having only rutted against each other before, not even bothering to remove their clothes.

It felt like nothing else, having Geralt's hands on him, his fingers rubbing against him and making Eskel have to bite back noises. He clung to Geralt's bare skin, eyes shut tight as Geralt kissed and nipped up to his ear, hearing his voice rumble on the occasional 'fuck' that Eskel's own voice mirrored.

"Melitele, you're so wet."

That's what did it. Between one moment and the next, Eskel was suddenly fully conscious and aware of everything, suddenly ridged and tense. It didn't go unnoticed, Geralt's movements halting, his fingers no longer pressing and rubbing against him as he started to remove his hand but then paused.

"You okay?"

Eskel swallowed hard, not sure if he should say anything. It had...taken a long while to get used to speaking up about such personal issues, to convince himself that it was okay to say anything at all, to ask to be comfortable and safe. But Geralt had been one of the champions of that effort, telling him constantly that he should, so he did.

"That, ahh... I don't like that. That way of phrasing it."

"Fuck." Geralt kissed his ear, then peppered kisses all the way to his cheek, where he then nosed into him. "What should I say?"

Eskel shifted, his body very much wanting them to continue, him half wishing they could discuss this after but knowing it would be best to do this now.

"...pricks leak. They don't get wet."

"Right." Geralt nuzzled into his cheek some more, the hand on the back of Eskel's head gently playing with the hair there. "Call it a prick as well, then?"

"Yes." Eskel shifted his hips forward, his fingers digging lightly into Geralt's shoulders, and he inhaled sharply to smell the scent of them on each other. Melitele but his skin was hot, almost unbearably so still in his clothes.

"So," Geralt drawled, his tone dipping low and making Eskel shiver, his head turning to trail his lips all the way down to the corner of Eskel's own. "If I wanted to suck your prick, is that how I'd say it?"

"Yes," Eskel gasped, his hips twitching forward towards that hand, those teasing fingers that had started to ghost movements over him.

"Would you like that? Want me to suck you off?"

"Fuck, Geralt."

Geralt chuckled, kissing the corner of Eskel's mouth. "After. First, I'm going to suck your prick til you come." He licked Eskel's bottom lip as his fingers finally pressed against him again, making him gasp and shiver once more. "Anything I should...avoid? Should I keep my fingers or tongue out of you?"

"No." Eskel pressed into those fingers, encouraging them to rub against him, capturing Geralt's lips for a heated kiss before he continued. "Feels good. Want you in me."

No, you may not >:(

...on a completely unrelated note, here’s a completely unrelated smut drabble. That’s unrelated.

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For the past half hour, Tobirama had been trying to correct his boyfriend’s disastrous attempts at dancing - and for a half hour he’d been finding his plans thwarted by Madara’s very needy hands.

With his back to Madara’s chest, Tobirama dropped his head back, staring at the ceiling like it might give him some answers as to ‘why him’ while Madara’s hands once again dipped much lower than would be appropriate for what they were practicing for.

“If you grab that at Anija’s wedding,” Tobirama warned, feeling a warm hand palm him through his sweats, “I might just let Mito kill you this time.”

“Would you really?” Madara sounded far too cocky for Tobirama’s sanity, and that hand felt far too good for him to really complain about any of it. Too loudly, anyway. “Because I think you’d miss me too much.”

All Tobirama could do was ‘hmm’ in response, finally letting himself melt back into Madara’s seducing attempts. That palm was too warm, those fingers far too skilled and familiar with exactly how to work him up to ignore - and it had been a well kept secret of Tobirama’s that teasing like this felt blissful.

What was it about clothing that made something just...just more? Made the touch linger, made his blood run hotter.

“Should’ve worn a dress,” Madara kissed at the back of his neck, his breath ghosting against the small hairs there, his hand squeezing Tobirama and making him gasp. “Better access.”

“I’m the one leading,” Tobirama retorted without heat.

“Suggesting people in dresses can’t lead?”

“Alpha.”

The word was a hushed, heady thing, whispered into his ear. Madara was nothing but heavy breaths, shaking limbs, sweat-slick skin and a heartbeat that raced in his own ears. His world was the cool night air around him that kissed his skin cold, the sheets that barely clung to the mattress beneath them, the hand that gripped his hip and the one that held his wrists above his head.

Aborted words tried to reach past his lips. He gasped, the obscene slapping of skin on skin getting louder as Tobirama neared his end, Madara’s face falling forward onto the pillow that smelled of them - everything smelled like them. Like sweat and sex and heat and them. 

When Tobirama came inside of him, Madara could not feel it. His arse was not sensitive enough to feel the seed that spilled into him but he whimpered still, spilling his own onto the sheets without a single caress or stroke of the fingers that had rushed him open naught a half hour before.