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Have I mentioned lately that I love you? Because I love you.

not just some lay

CW: small cock rights, frottage, oral sex (involving a dick), face riding, mentions of past shaming for small cock, soft tummies

Summary: Jaskier's nerves get the better of him when he falls into bed with Eskel

Taglist: at the bottom - let me know if you want on/off it!

Jaskier dreams of bodies behaving like the sea: rocking gently, swallowing sounds, lapping at the wet edges of each other. Both his heart and his dreaming mind tell him it's Geralt with him. He sees flashes of Geralt's hair, his broad mouth. Feels Geralt's callused hands sweeping over his body with the firm patience he loves. In the dream, they're side by side, sharing kisses, breath. Close enough that every touch touches them both.

The dream fades in and out of focus, like a head bobbing underwater. But it's warm and exciting, not stressful. With his hands on Geralt's body, Jaskier is anchored, safe. It's easy to give himself over to the pleasure as it crests, his hips rising in a wave, semen streaking Geralt's stomach. The last thing Jaskier sees in the dream is Geralt's smile.

He wakes up, his body still shuddering with release. Hips pivoting, wanting the pressure of a warm belly to finish against, finding only the flimsy fabric of his smallclothes, already wet and unsatisfying. Caught between the heat of his dream and the coolness of reality, Jaskier groans. He forgets where he is until Geralt's arm around his waist tightens, pulling him back into the curl of Geralt's body. Geralt's nude, skin hot, as aroused as if he shared Jaskier's dream.

"Are you awake?" Geralt asks, voice rusty. He kisses Jaskier's neck, over the small, sensitive hairs at the hairline. The sensation of the kiss, damp and soft but real, has Jaskier's hips moving again. There's still no friction in front of him, but Geralt's cock is hard in the cleft of his arse.

He rubs against it, sighing, "Yes." He groans again when Geralt's heat leaves him, making room for Geralt pull at him until he's on his back. He expects to be kissed again and is, but instead of his mouth, Geralt kisses the skin below his navel. Tongue out, tasting sweat.

"I had to listen to you the whole time," Geralt purrs, "smell you." His tongue touches the waist of Jaskier's smallclothes, so close to where the fabric is wet. He pulls at the laces holding them up. "What were you dreaming about?"

Jaskier arches obligingly as Geralt peels his smallclothes down his legs and off.

"The ocean," he says, shivering as the air cools his cock. He's half-hard still, still aroused but unfocused.

"Uh-huh," Geralt says, but he's distracted, lapping at the smears of come on Jaskier's belly and hips. He makes an animal sound, his patience while Jaskier slept finally rewarded.

“You taste good,” he grunts, taking the soft, wet head of Jaskier’s cock into his mouth, sucking the spend off.

“Oh!” Jaskier whimpers, body seizing around Geralt, fingers finding his hair, thighs rising against his neck. He tugs, squeezes, overwhelmed after nothing but the touch of his dreams.

Geralt’s mouth softens, releases his sensitive cockhead reluctantly. His tongue is lighter when it trails down to his balls, catching a little more semen. Still, Jaskier shivers. He palms the back of Geralt’s neck, drawing Geralt up until his mouth is on Jaskier’s, a better place for it right now.

They kiss, all Jaskier is good enough for, while Geralt works his own cock between them. As he gets closer, his hips press against Jaskier’s, his cock sliding into the crease of Jaskier’s thigh, nudging under his balls. Seeking friction.

If Jaskier thought he could handle it, he’d let Geralt fuck him. The thought warms his belly, but he knows it’d be too much right now. And besides, it’s too late, Geralt’s mouth and his hand going sloppy as he starts to come. He fills Jaskier’s mouth with moans as he comes over Jaskier’s balls, his cock, his belly.

Geralt keeps his mouth on Jaskier’s until his own shuddering has stopped, his come already cooling on Jaskier’s skin. He pulls away slowly, hanging his head, balancing with one hand on Jaskier’s knee.

Part of my Shifter!Jask AU - This one probably only makes sense if you’ve read the rest? But what you need to know is Geralt and Jaskier accidentally established a soul bond, neither of them realised it was possible before it happened, and now Geralt is being.... well Geralt.

Words: 1.2k

CW: Geralt and Jaskier have a fight.... so hurt/comfort feels.

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The soul bond, or whatever the fuck it was between Geralt and Jaskier had caused a rift between them. Even Geralt could see the irony in that. The problem was, neither of them had been expecting it, they weren’t prepared for the sudden shift in their relationship that had settled into a warm and familiar routine after three years together. After their bonding everything had been fine, perfect even. It was just another layer to relationship, another commitment that both of them relished in, especially Jaskier. Geralt supposed it was always going to be easier on the shifter, the physical changes came from his species’ magic after all.

Geralt, however, was starting to struggle. He loved Jaskier, of course he did, but he was also a private person and, well, he hadn’t been allowed much privacy recently. Jaskier could feel his every emotion, and he wanted to fucking talk about everything. Geralt was used to hiding his pain, no matter how small, he didn’t need to have a conversation every time he felt less than perfect.

And he was starting to feel trapped.

He never did well when boxed into a corner, and this was no different.

“Just fuck off, Jaskier!”

“You don’t mean that,” Jaskier’s bottom lip quivers and tears well up in his eyes. To make it worse, Geralt can feel how much it hurts him, how deep the words cut but he still can’t stop himself.

“I just need to be alone, without you, without this fucking bond.”

“Without…me?”

Geralt feels his own heart break as Jaskier’s tears fall, streaming down his cheeks. Geralt yearns to pull Jaskier into a hug and take away the pain but he can’t.

Instead he turns his back, and Jaskier runs away.

you sure can, fam

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Geralt was laying on his back on his bed, the furs smooth and warm beneath him. Jaskier was a comfortable weight on his chest, the usually miniscule fairy now fully human-sized and starfishing across his body. He could feel his wife’s nose twitching against his neck as he snored and snuffled.

He let the palm of his hand settle against the base of Jaskier’s spine, beneath his wings, the fingers spreading out to reach as much skin as possible. The other hand found his wife’s pale arm, rubbing up and down the soft skin, feeling the dark hair tickle against his callouses. 

“Sleep sweetly, love. I’ll watch over you.”

Kate, darling, I LOVE CUTE PUPPIES

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“No.” When Yennefer’s girlfriend had texted her that morning saying she had a surprised, Yennefer had been expecting a fancy bottle of wine or a new bath bomb or a vibrator, not a puppy.

Renfri looked at Yennefer with doe eyes, the small puppy cradled delicately in her arms, “What do you mean ‘no’?”

“We aren’t keeping it.”

Renfri whined pitifully as the puppy licked at her face and squirmed in her grip, “We have to.”

“No.”

“We can’t take him back. Yenna, this is his home now. It would be cruel to go back to the shelter.” Renfri was walking closer, holding the puppy out in front of her. 

Yennefer glared at Renfri before diverting her gaze to the puppy. It was small, not even the length of Renfri’s forearm and it was incredibly fluffy and brown. 

It was cute.

“Fine. But I’m not walking it.”