#lee!geralt

Thanks for sending this!! I agree, it does sound like something Jaskier would say. The formatting on this post won’t seem to work correctly, so it might look a little off because tumblr is a trash can of a website.

18. “Would it be easier if I counted down?”

“Would it be easier if I counted down?”

Geralt shifted under Jaskier nervously, only offering a small grunt of agreement in response.

How they had ended up there was a long story, but at the moment Jaskier was straddling Geralt, hands poised over the Witcher’s abdonment and ready to attack.

“Okay. Fiiiiive, fouuuur...” Jaskier inched his wiggling fingers closer to Geralt’s stomach with each passing number, watching as Geralt’s eyes widened as they followed his hands and his body tensed with nervous energy.

“Threee, twoooo...”

Geralt finally broke and tried to squirm away from the impending touch, “Nope, no, okay it’s definitely not easier with you counting down I-“. He was cut off by Jaskier yelling “One! Too late!” and digging his fingers into Geralt’s stomach.

A strangled gasp left the Witcher’s mouth as he slammed it shut to try and keep the laughter at bay. Jaskier moves to his sides and ribcage and began getting huffs of stubborn laughter from his Witcher.

“C‘mon Geralt...I know you want to laugh.” Jaskier teased in a lilting voice.

Geralt gritted his teeth trying to grin and bear it, afraid that if he opened his mouth to respond that all his resolve would crumble.

Unpleased at the lack of bellowing laughter, Jaskier decided on drastic measures. He leaned down and blew a raspberry on Geralt’s neck, and the floodgates burst open with a loud, surprised laugh. The unfamiliar sensation combined with the unexpected attack broke him, and now Geralt couldn’t stop himself. Even after the raspberries stopped, everything else Jaskier did now seemed to tickle ten times more.

“JASK!” Geralt cried out, throwing his head back against the bedroll as he laughed. He held on to Jaskier’s wrists, fighting the urge to pull him away.

Jaskier laughed and said “Does this tickle, Witcher?” only to be met with another bout of laughter. Jaskier reached behind him to grab at Geralt’s legs, and upon squeezing his thighs and tweaking at his hips, Geralt fell into another fit of uncontrollable laughter. His laugh was now loud and unrestrained, and he felt a tinge of embarrassment grow in his chest at laughing so freely and losing control, but as soon as he saw Jaskier smiling brightly and laughing along with him, Geralt set his insecurities aside because he trusts Jaskier and would do anything to keep him this happy. The Witcher would fight any monster and kill any man if it meant that it would keep that look on Jaskier’s face, beaming genuine happiness, radiant like the sun.

Jaskier finally conceded and leaned down to press his forehead against Geralt’s, both of them still shaking with residual laughter, smiles matching in brightness and authenticity. Jaskier still lazily traced his fingers over the Witcher’s stomach, making him twitch with faint chuckles, but the Witcher didn’t push his hand away.

After their breaths calmed, Jaskier softly asked “So, did the countdown help?”

In one swift motion, their roles were reversed, with Jaskier now pinned under Geralt. What was once a helpless smile morohed into a predatory grin.

did I imagine a lee!geralt fic?

like am I going crazy?

I can’t find it in any tags and it’s not in my likes. But I feel like I definitely read a lee!geralt and ler!jaskier fic

What the hell

Thanks for sending this! The ending kinda sucks but I promise I’m working on a longer fic, I just wanted to fill this prompt real quick because it was just too cute.

22. “I love you, but this has to happen.”

It started innocently enough. Geralt and Jaskier were laying in bed, backs propped up against the headboard. Geralt was reading some book on potions that he had brought back from Kaer Morhen, and Jaskier was penning lyrics for a new ballad while softly humming the melody. When Jaskier hit a creative block, he decided to call it a night and set his paper aside. Slithering under Geralt’s arm, he began peppering kisses down the side of his neck. Geralt hummed, gaze never leaving his book.

“Jaskier. I thought you were writing a new song.”

Jaskier gave a soft bite to Geralt’s nape, drawing a sigh from the Witcher. “Let’s just say I need some inspiration.”

Potions book forgotten on the bedside, Geralt carded one hand through Jaskier’s hair and the other down his back as he rolled his head back, allowing Jaskier access to more skin with a content hum.

His kisses trailed back up Geralt’s neck until he nipped at the spot right below Geralt’s ear. The strangled noise and flinch he got in response was not what he was expecting from his lover. After pulling back to see why Geralt startled, Jaskier notices the slight color and breathless expression adorning Geralt’s face.

“Geralt....”

“Jaskier...” he said in a questioning tone.

He leaned back in to give the Witcher’s ear a soft bite again, and was met with another gasp and this time there was the ghost of a smile on Geralt’s face.

“Jaskier.” This time, it was a warning.

“I love you, but this has to happen.”

And with that, ignoring Geralt’s nervous face, Jaskier pressed his lips to Geralt’s neck and blew a raspberry. The unsuspecting Witcher let out a strangled laugh, trying to move away. Jaskier just followed, now with his hand gently digging into the other side of Geralt’s neck where it meets his shoulder. Geralt’s strangled noises began to turn into laughter as a smile spread itself across his face. With another onslaught of raspberries, Geralt was now belly laughing and seemed torn between throwing Jaskier across the room and letting the loving torment continue.

“Oh this is just too amazing!” Jaskier quipped as he peppered ticklish kisses on the shell of Geralt’s ear making him shudder. His kisses made their way to Geralt’s mouth and captured his lips in a soft, loving kiss. After a beat of comfortable silence, Geralt slid down the headboard so he was laying down, arms open and beckoning his songbird into his embrace.

“I’m gonna get you back for that.” Geralt said as he wrapped Jaskier in a hug.

Jaskier only laughed and replied “Oh, I know.”

yes yes i love this!! definitely the type to fight it as much as he can, but his resolve slowly crumbles and he ends up in a fit of laughter that he can’t control aaaaaa

Anyone have headcanons? Could be for LITERALLY ANY FANDOM THAT I AM A PART OF

or you know

Yes yes, my friend!

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Fandom: Witcher

Ship(s): Geraskier

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Geralt/Ler!Jaskier

Word Count: 809 words

Summary: Geralt should know better than to lie to Jaskier, even when it's something as simple as tickling.

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Jaskier’s fingers traced gently over the skin he rested on, feeling the strength of the muscles underneath, the way they jumped under his fingertips. The bed creaked as Geralt shifted, huffing through his nose. Jaskier dropped his palm down flat to the plane of Geralt’s stomach, rubbing away his previous touch.

“Sorry,” Jaskier said, opening his eyes. “Was I tickling you?”

Geralt shifted again, this time enough to jostle Jaskier’s whole body with the movement. “No.”

Jaskier raised his eyebrows. “No?” He tried to glance up at Geralt, but the angle was too awkward with the way he was resting on Geralt’s chest. “You won’t mind if I continue, then.”