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I want to scream every time a cis person brings up hp around me
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If You Keep Doing That
warning: smutt
"If you keep doing that, I'll cum," Jaskier's voice came out breathy.
He meant to it be a warning, to let Geralt that if he wanted more then he'd have to stop. He didn't expect to hear the growl from Geralt's throat that sent vibrations down his cock that was currently in Geralt's mouth. Geralt also had three fingers in him. Jaskier had his fingers buried in Geralt's hair, holding it away from his face. His right leg was draped over Geralt's shoulder. Geralt's eyes flicked up to him. Geralt's fingers curled as he sped up, moving his mouth in tandem.
"Geralt," Jaskier's head tilted back as he moaned out, pressing into the pillows under him.
Geralt slid his mouth down, pressing his nose to Jaskier's pelvis. His fingers kept moving his other hand had moved down to stroke his own cock. Jaskier moaned loudly, thrusting his hips towards Geralt's mouth as he came. Geralt kept his mouth still and his fingers moving as Jaskier rode out his orgasm.
"Fuck, Geralt," Jaskier panted out as he came down.
Geralt was slow to move away from him, taking his time to pull his fingers out and pull his mouth away. His hand hadn't slowed down. He sat up and Jaskier smirked at him, grabbing his free arm and tugging him closer.
"Oh, my dear witcher," Jaskier said as his hand moved to Geralt's cock. "I forgot how you can be. You're so giving."
"Jaskier," Geralt mumbled, thrusting into Jaskier's hand.
"You're so cute, especially when you're like this. You're such a good boy, you love pleasuring me, don't you?" Jaskier teased as he sped up sliding his hand over Geralt's cock.
Geralt growled and thrust into Jaskier's hand one last time before cumming onto Jaskier's stomach. Jaskier smiled and wrapped his arms around Geralt's shoulders. Geralt sighed and buried his face into the crook of Jaskier's neck.
"I've got to admit, I wasn't expecting you to get so excited by the foreplay," Jaskier said.
Geralt bit onto his shoulder. "After you catch your breath, we can try again," He mumbled after he let go.
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Last Minute Save
Lambert x GN Reader
My lungs burned as I ran. The growling of the ghouls that were chasing me sounded like they were right in my ear, but I didn’t dare look back.
“Help!” My desperate scream was swallowed up the tall trees around me.
I didn’t spot the dip in the ground in front of me. My foot dropped down an extra couple of inches on my next step, and I stumbled. I managed to catch myself, but I couldn’t stop from crashing into a low hanging branch. It hit my knee and the crack of the thing breaking was louder than thunder. I cried out in pain and surprise as my momentum threw me forward and onto the ground. I landed on my side, skidding to a stop in the dirt as the air left my lungs in a pained weeze. The creatures growled louder. I fought to get up, but my knee had seized up from the pain. Branches snapped as the ghouls burst through the bushes behind me. I rolled on my back to face them, my hand gripped a rock in a hopeless attempt to defend myself as I scrambled back.
Flames burst out from the corner of my vision. Then there was the glint of a blade, and one of the monsters was missing its head. A man stepped forward from the trees. Two ghouls left, one of them was brave enough to lounge at the witcher. After a few spins and clean cuts, it was all over – the monsters were in pieces on the forest floor, and there was a blood covered witcher.
The witcher turned to look at me. His annoyance bled into his face and his arm was bleeding in the typical sense.
I took a deep breath to steady myself before speaking. “Than-”
“Get up,” He cut me off.
“What?”
“Get off the ground, I don’t want to be here all day,” His sword was put away and his arms crossed over his chest.
I struggled to get up. My knee was starting to swell like a cantaloupe. The witcher was already in a huff, and the longer I took, the more frustration leaked into his face. By the time I was up on my feet, he was done.
“Here,” The witcher took my arm in a firm grip and yanked it around the back of his neck, guiding me to use him as a crutch. The metal pieces on his armor pressed into my skin as I leaned on him.
“Thanks,” I said, getting to finish the word this time.
The first couple of steps were slow, testing how much weight I could put on my knee. We weren’t going fast, but it didn’t hurt at least. Twigs crunched under us as we clumsily moved forward, the witcher pulling me along. After about a few minutes of limping along, a road came into view through the trees with a horse waiting patiently.
“Do you've got any coin on you?” He asked once our feet hit the road, stopping next to the horse.
Right. He was a witcher, and he needed to get paid.
“Not on me, but I can pay you when we get back to town,” I watched his face somehow get even more sour than before. “I promise. How much ever you want.”
He rolled his eyes, “You better.”
Without a word of warning, he grabbed me by the hips and lifted me up. He plopped me down on the saddle like a sack of potatoes with a huff.
“Which way?” He asked.
I looked around, recognizing the road after a moment.
“Go north,” I said.
He didn’t say anything as he started to guide the horse down the road. I held on as the horse walked along. The silence between us was thicker than molasses. I had to say something.
“I’m (__). What’s your name?” I asked.
He sighed before answering. “Lambert.”
“Well, Lambert, thank you for saving me.”
“You sure you can pay me when we get back?”
“I’m sure,” I say, “I’m the apothecary and we’re coming off of winter, which is a good time for me.”
“Is that why you were off in the woods?”
“Yes, actually. I was out looking for peppermint when I was attacked and,” My hand absentmindedly reached for my basket that was no longer hooked on my elbow. “No! Damn it all, I must have dropped my basket.”
Lambert scoffed. “Too bad, mint would have made some good seasoning for those ghosts when they caught up to you.”
Bastard.
“Now they didn’t get their seasoned meat, and you’re getting coin instead,” I said, holding my head high as my knee throbbed.
“You were out in the middle of the woods alone, and you’re surprised you were attacked. I’m surprised you’ve lasted this long.”
I bit back a comment. He had saved me after all. I eyed his wound for a moment: three deep claw marks on his right arm.
“I can help with those cuts. I have some salve that’ll help,” I said.
He threw me a look over his shoulder, eyes narrow. “Don’t think you’re getting out of this without paying up.”
I put my hands up in mock surrender. “In addition to paying.”
Lambert didn’t say anything as my town came into view. Not a tiny village, not a city, something right in the middle. In the early afternoon sun, farmers worked hard in the fields to the east of town, sowing their seeds in the spring soil. The town was quiet, a few women were outside hanging laundry, and even fewer people were wandering the streets, not leaving many people to gawk at the witcher.
“Take the next left, my shop will be right there,” I said. Once he did, I pointed at my building, the herbs that were strung up in the windows wave a bit like they were greeting me. “That one.”
“I know, I could smell the damn place before I stepped foot in town,” He grumbled.
“So the nose thing is true about witchers,” I said, humming in thought.
“Like a fuckin blood hound, for better and worse,” He scowled, but not at me this time, more at the idea of having such a sensitive nose.
“I’m a little jealous. My life would be much easier if I could sniff out any herb I needed,” I said.
Lambert grabbed me and slowly guided me off the horse, my hands gripped his shoulders as my feet hit the ground. He helped me to the door and I mentally thanked any gods that were watching me today that I hadn’t lost the key to my shop along with my basket. I opened the door and the scent of herbs poured out. If it was strong to him before, I wondered if this was overwhelming to Lambert, but if it was, he wasn’t showing it.
“Over there,” I said, pointing to my desk.
Lambert guided me over and helped me sit down, this time with much more grace than when he threw me onto the horse. I scooted the chair over with my not swollen leg and grabbed two jars off of a nearby shelf, one of me and one for him. I treated myself first, popping open the last mint salve I had and rubbed it over my knee, sighing as a cooling sensation spread. It wasn’t much, I was still going to have a nasty bruise, but any relief felt amazing. I set my jar aside and opened the other.
“I should have a jug of water around,” I said, glancing around the room.
“Aye, I got it,” Lambert said, quickly finding the ceramic jug and bringing it over.
I dug around in my desk, finding a clean rag and then a bowl.
“Perfect. Roll up your sleeve,” I pointed to the cuts on his arm and gestured for him to give me his arm.
Lambert rolled his eyes as he rolled up his sleeve. “You this bossy with everyone?”
“Only people who save my life, so only you I guess,” I said as I took his arm.
A look flashed in his eyes as he quirked a brow, but neither of us commented on it. I carefully cleaned out the wound before applying the salve then wrapping the whole thing up.
“This is yours,” I slid both jars over to him before digging in my desk one last time. After a moment I pulled out a small pouch, “And this.”
Lambert took the pouch, weighed it in his palm for a moment before looking inside. He whistled as he looked through the coins.
“You sure don’t underpay, I’ll give you that much,” He said.
I laughed a bit.
“You think my life is worth less than that?” I couldn’t help but tease.
Lambert looked me over for a moment then smirked, “Do you really want an answer?”
“You bastard,” I gasped out, not able to suppress a smile, “I was hoping you’d take some as payment for something else too. I mean, if you want an easy job.”
“I’m not in that line of work. And if I was, it’d take more than this to get me to warm your bed,” That damn smirk never left his face.
My mouth opened and closed a couple times as I struggled to respond, feeling my face grow warm.
“I just need your nose. Fuck, wait, I mean I want to hire you to smiff out some herbs for me,” I said.
“Does sound like an easy job,” He said, his eyes drifting between the pouch and me, like he was waiting for the catch, but there wasn’t one.
I smiled.
“Perfect. I have an extra room here besides mine,” I pointed up the stairs, “You can stay here and we can look in a day or two when the swelling goes down.”
He sneered a bit, “I’m not a nurse, I’m not here to take care of you.”
“I’ll throw in a bottle of vodka.”
Lambert sighed, “On top of free meals and lodging?”
“I feel like you plan on eating me out of house and home, but yes,” I said.
“Depends on how good of a cook you are, but I’m definitely eating something.”
I scoffed to hide a smile and held my hand out to shake, “Deal?”
He grabbed my hand tightly, “Deal.”
#the witcher#twn#lambert#lambert the witcher#gender neutral reader#gn reader#male reader#paul bullion
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A Helping Hand
Geralt x GN Reader
((mentions of blood and injury))
"Geralt," I hissed, my hands gripping the waistband of his pants in an attempt to keep him from moving away from me. My attempt to help him redress his most recent wound wasn't going as planned.
"Keep still," I complained, like him moving was the problem and not my clumsy hands.
Geralt had his old bandages half hanging off of his midsection, "You're not as gentle as you think."
I frowned. I wasn't good with blood and I didn't like to see him hurt, every move he made, I was afraid something had gone horribly wrong.
"I'm sorry, but it's not my fault that I don't have much experience with... this," I said, gesturing to his body, stopping to put extra emphasis when my hands lined up with the cut on his side. The bandages had plastered to the dried blood.
"You have a lot of experience with this," The smallest hint of a smirk pulled on Geralt's lips.
I felt my face heat up, "Shut up, you know what I mean."
Geralt sighed and sat on the bed of the room we had been staying in. "I can do this myself."
I cross my arms over my chest, "I know you can, but you shouldn't have to."
The smile on Geralt's face started to show itself more.
"Let me teach you how to do it then," He said, taking my hand.
He guided me over the wound on his side, slowly peeling the bandages away, careful not to aggravate the cut. He dropped the bloodied bandages down and moved his hands away from mine to pick up the small bowl of water next to the bed.
"Like this," He said, washing out the wound with the fresh water, dying the cloth and water with his old blood.
"The more you see of this, the less nervous you'll be," He said, dropping the cloth down.
"Thank you, but I should have done something," I said, "You still did it all in your own. At least let me put the new bandage on."
"You had to at least see how it was done before trying," He said, picking up the new bandage and handing it to me.
I took it from him, biting my lip as I focused on wrapping the bandage around him, smoothing it over his abs.
"Watch it," He teased as my hand moved.
"There," I said as I finished up.
"Let me thank you," He said, before leaning in. He pressed his lips to mine, his hands falling to my hips.
"Thank you," He whispered as he pulled away.
#the witcher#twn#geralt of rivia#geralt x reader#henry cavill#male reader#gn reader#gender neutral reader
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writing poetry together (or trying to at least)
Jaskier x GN Reader
I sighed in frustration and glared down at the parchment laying in front of me, covered in half written words that had been crossed out in ink. Jaskier sat next to me on the floor, papers scattered around, tapping his fingers as he worked. I leaned closer, trying to take a peak at what he had been writing. The candles in the room bathed the room in soft, toasty yellow light. Jaskier's eyes drifted to mine, the candlelight made his blue eyes look less bright, more calm and warm. His brow quirked and a smirk pulled on his lips.
"Something the matter, dear?" He asked.
"I guess I still don't understand what you mean by rhythm," I mumbled, massaging small circles in my shoulder with my ink covered fingers.
Jaskier laughed tenderly, "Love, you don't have up push yourself."
I shook my head, "I want to try. You love poetry and songwriting, so I want to give it a shot too."
He smiled and took my head, interlocking our fingers together.
"I want to do things together that we both enjoy," He smirked and gave my hand a small squeeze. "And there's many different activities I can think of that we'll both enjoy."
"Oh, yeah?" I smiled as Jaskier leaned closer, resting on his free hand, his shoulder pressed against mine. "I think I'm going to need an example."
"You're going to need an example," He repeated back in a mocking tone, but his smile played in his voice.
Jaskier closed the last few inches between us, our lips meeting in a delicate kiss.
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hey I just want to let people know that I do still plan on writing it's just been slow since I've been working on my own personal writing
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A Slow Morning - Verse 2 - Geralt x Jaskier
As always, Geralt woke up first. The bed in the inn that him and Jaskier had been staying at was small, but soft, and the size kept in warmth better. The late fall weather sucked warmth away and they needed to fight it keep it. Maybe that's why Geralt woke up with Jaskier's head laying on his chest. He knew that wasn't right though. Jaskier was cuddling close to him because he wanted to - because he wanted the affection. The warmth was a bonus. Geralt's arm was loosely wrapped around Jaskier's back. He brushed some hair away from Jaskier's face. Jaskier stirred and grumbled incoherently in his sleep. Geralt smiled and decided to give him five more minutes.
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A Slow Morning - Verse 1 - Geralt x Jaskier
The sun peaked through the trees as it broke over the horizon. Against all odds, Jaskier had woken up first. A chill sat in the early morning air, the bedrolls and extra blankets weren't enough. He rolled over to face Geralt's bare back, pressing his face between the witcher's shoulder blades. Jaskier wrapped an arm around Geralt, hand laying over his chest Geralt's heart beat slow and steady under Jaskier's palm. Geralt grumbled softly in his sleep and Jaskier had to hold back the giggle rising in his chest. Geralt was so warm - Jaskier pressed closer.
"Having fun back there?" Geralt's voice rumbled out, heavy from sleep.
"I'm definitely getting some ideas," Jaskier teased back, peppering kisses over Geralt's shoulder.
Geralt hummed back. "We have a long day ahead."
"Give me five more minutes then," Jaskier squeezed Geralt tighter, pressing himself against him more.
Geralt's hand moved up, locking his and Jaskier's fingers together.
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oh boy am I bi
I somehow got bi-er
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Sour Memories (2) - Bad Stomach
Geralt x GN Witcher Reader
The dining hall was overflowing with noise. You were sitting alone at one of the long tables, your forehead pressed into the wood, arms shielding your head. The smell of food on the plate next to you was suffocating. It filled your stomach, swirling around. You flinched every time someone took a step - it was booming, like a bomb was set off. It had been less than a week since your mutations. None of the survivors in your group were taking to it well. This was the first time that you had managed to make it out of bed.
Your breathing was quick and shallow. You tried not to throw up. There was nothing in your stomach but broth and acid. You were afraid to get up and run to your room, you weren't certain you weren't going to faint on the way there. You squeezed your head tighter as you heard someone walking closer.
"Y/N," You could tell by Geralt's tone that he was whispering. It was the first sound in days that didn't feel like a hammer to your ears.
You heard the seat across from you shift under his weight. The smell of bread drifted into your nose.
"Lift your head up."
You shook your head back. You felt something brush against your knuckles. The touch was light. It took you a moment to realize it was his finger.
"Keep your eyes closed and just focus on your hands," He told you.
You did as he said, lifting your head up.
"Open your mouth."
You did that too. You felt a piece of bread get pushed into your mouth. You forced yourself to pay attention to the feeling of Geralt's finger running over your hand. When the read met your tongue, it was the first thing you hand tasted that wasn't overwhelming. Waves of hunger hit your as the bread dropped to your stomach. The next fee pieces tasted like they were dipped in broth.
Once the bread was finished you asked, "Is it this bad for everyone?"
"No, we're just unlucky," There was a smile in Geralt's voice.
You opened your eyes slowly, still focusing on his hand, "Guess we are."
#the witcher#twn#geralt x reader#geralt of rivia#male reader imagine#gender neutral reader#male reader#reader insert#gender neutral imagine#the witcher 3#tw3#henry cavill
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Sour Memories (1) - Swordplay
Geralt x GN Witcher Reader
The keep was home was the only home you knew. You were taken from your family when you were so small that you couldn't remember them. The witchers that raised you were the only family that you had, and that wasn't much. Despite being here for so long, there was little closeness between you and your mentors. Some of the older children had promised you that would change once you went through the trials. So few made it through, not even a witcher could survive the heartbreak that would bring again, and again, and again. It was going to be your turn soon. Once the winter ended and a mage could come to assist, you were going to be in the next round of mutations.
The wooden sword was heavy in your small grip, but you kept it tight. Despite only being nine, your callouses were years old. The training yard was mostly bare, only a few scattered groups of people hung around. The dummy in front of you was a spinning tower with pegs sticking out at every angle, designed to turn when hit. You took a swing at it, hitting it hard. As the dummy started to turn, you moved to jump back, but one of the pegs caught your knee and you fell to the ground.
You looked around, embarrassed and scared someone saw. Vesemir was on the other end of the yard, sparing a younger witcher, reminding him why experience was the most important tool. Others stood by watching them. There was an older boy off to the side, his eyes drifted over to see you staring. You quickly looked away.
You pushed yourself up and adjusted your grip on your sword. After a deep breath, you threw yourself back into it. The sword hit. The dummy spun. A peg caught your shoulder. You stumbled back, barely managing to catch yourself. The hot pain of a new bruise spread over your shoulder and arm.
"You're thinking about this all wrong."
You looked over to see the older boy, Geralt, walking your way. He wasn't much older than you, but he was taller than you, and he had already gone through his mutations. It was well known how that group faired. Ten went in, one came out. You tried not to stare at the white hair growing in at his roots.
"What do you mean?" You asked.
"This is supposed to represent the hits when fighting a human with a sword," He explained, patting one of the pegs, "You need be blocking and hitting fast, not trying to dodge. You should know that."
You sighed and nodded, "I know."
He hummed and took a step back, "Give it another go."
You took a deep breath and readjusted your grip. You swung, and the dummy turned. You brought your sword up hard, and sent the dummy spinning in the opposite direction. A peg hit your hip before you could block. You swore as you stumbled back.
"Here," Geralt stepped forward, readjusting your grip on the sword, "You're still focusing on the wrong thing. You should be hitting fast, not hard. Strength will come with time, right now you need to learn where to hit, and how to block."
You bit your lip, locking your nervousness down, and nodded.
Geralt held onto the wooden blade of the sword with on hand with the other over one of yours, "Are you listening, y/n?"
"Yeah, sorry," You said too quickly.
Geralt raising an eyebrow.
You sighed before continuing, "Did... did the mutations hurt? I mean... of course they did, everyone talks about it. But I mean, how much do they hurt? How do you survive something like that?"
Geralt was quiet for a moment, his eyes locked on the training sword.
"It hurts. It hurts more than anything you can imagine. Breathing will feel impossible, but you have to keep doing it. Have you been eating what the older witchers give you? All of the herbs and mushrooms?" His grip tightened, it was like he was looking past you.
"I have."
"Good, it'll help. All you can keep breathing and hold on," His tone got quieter and his grip got harder over your hand.
"Geralt," You mumbled.
His gaze refocused and his hands pulled away, "Sorry."
You shook your head. "Don't be. Thank you."
"Geralt!" A voice called from across the yard.
You turned to see Eskel, another boy Geralt's age, waving to him.
Geralt looked at you for a moment before reaching you and rustling your hair. "Good luck."
You smiled at him as he ran off before you went back to training. That spring you went through your mutations. And Geralt was right, it did hurt.
#the witcher#the witcher 3#twn#geralt of rivia#geralt x reader#gender neutral imagine#male reader imagine#male reader#gender neutral reader#reader insert#henry cavill
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A Chance Encounter
Jaskier x GN Reader
((warning: not directly mentioned but implied depression and suicidal ideation))
You floated on your back, staring up at the sky. Your mind drifted to thinking about what would happen if you died right now. If a drowner swam up and pulled you under the shallow water. You imagined the bubbles leaving your mouth, escaping to freedom. Would your body stay under until it was nothing but bones?
You thought about your sketchbook, laying on the shore. If you never came back it'd probably be turn apart by the wind and rain. The idea was sad but there was something fitting about art rotting next to the artist.
The sun was warm on your skin. You closed your eyes to bask in it.
"Excuse me," A voice called out.
You jumped, gracelessly splashing until you were sitting up in the water. There was a man standing on the shore, holding your sketchbook in his hand. Hot embarrassment filled your chest and cheeks. The man was young and handsome. He held up your book up and pointed to it. The drawing on display with a half finished sketch of a wyvern, the proportions all wonky.
You got to your feet, the water waist deep. "Put that down."
Your clothes clung to your body as you trudged towards the shore. When you got closer, the man carefully set your sketchbook down. He stumbled back a couple steps as you approached. You stood in front of him, wet clothes weighing you down, arms crossed over your chest.
"What are you doing?" You asked, trying to sound stern.
"Sorry to interrupt... whatever that was," His hand gestured between you and the water.
"I was taking a swim," You answered too quickly.
He raised an eyebrow at you. "Fully dressed."
You frowned and pointed to your boots sitting down by your sketchbook. "Not fully."
"Eh, well," He scrunched up his nose and shrugged his shoulders. "I feel like we're splitting hairs. But, back to my question."
He looked you over for a moment, his tongue peaked out from between his lips before pulling back in.
"Is that yours then?" His foot pointed to your sketchbook.
"That's mine," You rolled your shoulders back in mock confidence.
The smile on his face glowed. "Not many can draw a wyvern."
You sighed, shame leaking from your lungs. "I'm not proud of it.
"Closer than most I've seen. You must have gotten a good look at it," His posture was relaxed as his eyes drifted over you and you became aware how form hugging your wet clothes were.
"I've seen one fly over a flock of sheep a few times. It's a hard site to forget."
"It is a good sketch," He put a hand on his hip.
"Are you trying to flatter me, sir?" You raised an eyebrow.
"Is it working?" His laugh was light and bubbly, "I came around for some water, but it looks like luck shined my way. I've been looking for an artist who could draw a monster."
"Why would you need that?"
His chest puffed up with pride, "Recently a friend of mine got himself into some trouble and ended up in over his head. Lucky for him, I was close and managed to save him again."
A scoff escaped your lips, "You saved someone from a monster?"
He let out an exaggerated gasp, "I'll let you know that I am a well traveled man who has faced many beasts in my day."
"Oh, and I'm sure you're a true hero," Sarcasm slipped from your lips.
"I promise you that you have heard of me. I'm Jaskier," He bow down with a flourish of his hand.
"Jaskier? As in the bard?"
"The very same."
"I want proof."
A devilish smile spread over his lips before he sang out a few bars. His voice was as sweet as honey. You let out a sigh.
"Well, you do have a good voice," You said hesitantly.
"Good enough to get you back to the tavern," He smiled.
"What kind of person do you think I am?" You asked in fake offense.
"One who could draw a damn good forktail," He said.
You reached down, grabbing your boots and sketchbook, "I'm going to get into some dry first."
Jaskier gave an intrigued hum, "Mind if I follow?"
"No looking until you buy me at least two drinks," You told him.
"Can I touch if I wear a blindfold?" He asked, smirk tugging on his lips.
"Don't push your luck," You held back a laugh.
"How much does three drinks get me?" He asked as he started to follow you towards town.
"You're lucky you're cute."
"I'm aware."
#mental illness#the witcher#twn#jaskier x reader#jaskier#gender neutral reader#male reader#male reader imagine#reader insert#joey batey
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A Dare
Geralt x Jaskier
warning: smutt
Geralt hadn't expected his conversation with Jaskier to go like this. He had been ready for Jaskier's frustration and harsh words. For the brutal honesty that had poured from the bard's mouth. Then the heated words turned into a heated kiss that ended with them moving to a room in the tavern Jaskier had been performing at.
Geralt was laid out on his back as Jaskier took lead. He groaned and his fingernails pressed into Jaskier's thighs. Jaskier tilted his head back, moaning out as he bounced himself on Geralt's cock. Geralt drew in a deep breath, reminding himself to hold back. 'If you cum first, I won't forgive you'. That's what Jaskier told him before they started, and Geralt wasn't certain if he meant it or not, but he wasn't going to test it.
Jaskier gave him a smirk that was sent straight from the devil. He knew Geralt was straining to hold back and he loved every second of it.
"What's wrong, Geralt?" Jaskier's tone was breathless but teasing.
Geralt gritted his teeth, grinding down insults as Jaskier circled his hips around again. He reached up, grabbed Jaskier by the back of his neck and pulled him into a rough kiss. Jaskier quickly moved his tongue into Geralt's mouth as Geralt's thrusts met with Jaskier's hips. Geralt's fingers tangled themselves in Jaskier's hair as his other hand moved to stroke Jaskier's cock. Jaskier's moans were muffled by the kiss, but loud nonetheless. Jaskier pulled back from the kiss with a gasp as he came, Geralt keeping pace with his hips. After a few more thrusts, Geralt tipped over the edge. He buried his face in the crook of Jaskier's neck as he came. Jaskier let out a breathless laugh, his fingers playing with Geralt's hair.
"My dear witcher."
Geralt pulled back just enough to see the smile Jaskier gave him and he knew they were on more than good terms.
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I'll Wait
Yen x GN Reader
((this is a mix of show and book canon on what happened at sodden and what happened post))
Yennefer slept quietly on your bed, her black hair haloed around her. After the battle of sodden hill, the survivors went off to lick their wounds. Yen had been healed like the rest of the mages, but ever since she's been out cold. No amount of yelling her name or shaking her could make her stir. That was over a week ago now. It took some convincing but you managed to show that you would be capable of taking care of Yennefer. You've diligent, carefully giving her potions and never being too far away.
You walked into your room, potion in hand. You sat on the edge of the bed, your hand moved a few stray hairs away from Yennefer's face. She was like a sleeping princess, trapped by a curse, waiting for true love's kiss. But this was Yennefer. She was also the witch who laid the curse and could break it herself. Either way, you leaned in and gently kissed her forehead. You watched her for a moment as she slept peacefully on. Well, it was worth a shot. You popped the top off the potion bottle.
A groan slipped from Yennefer's lips. It startled and you almost dropped the bottle.
"Yennefer?"
Yennefer's eyes fluttered opened. her piecing purple gaze looked up at you.
"(Y/N)?"
"Wait, wait. Here," You said, putting the bottle to her lips, helping her drink it before running off to the kitchen.
After a moment, you were back with bread and water. Yennefer was sitting up in your bed, eyes drifting around the room.
"I figured you'd be hungry," You said, moving to sit on the corner of the bed again, tray in hand.
"I am," She said, wasting no time grabbing the bread and ripping a chunk off.
Yennefer ate the bread before chugging the water.
"What day is it?" She asked, wiping water away from her mouth.
"It's been over a week since the battle," You told her.
Yennefer swore then bit her lip. Her brows were pressed down hard and her mind was working like crazy.
"(Y/N)," She said, snapping out of her thoughts. "Tell me what happened."
You nodding and diligently listed off everything you knew, including who survived and who didn't. Yennefer stayed quiet, pensively staring down. After a moment she pushed the blankets off of herself and swung her legs over the side of the bed. You grabbed her hand.
"There are things that need to be taken care of. I've missed so much already," She snapped.
"I know, I know," You said, "But... Yennefer... You've just woken up."
"Yes, a week late."
"Yennefer. Stay for a bit. At least for my sake," You said.
The frown on Yennefer's face tightened as her eyes went to the empty potion bottles sitting on your bedside table.
"You've been taking care of me. Was it by yourself?" She asked.
"I had some instructions, but it's just been me."
"Why?"
You shrugged, "They wanted to keep you in an infirmary with a bunch of other people. I wanted to make sure you were taken care of."
Your heart skips as Yennefer's hand moved up and her fingers brushed your cheek.
"I'll stay for a few days," Yennefer smiled, "For your sake."
#yennefer of vengerberg#yenn#anya chalotra#the witcher#twn#male reader imagine#male reader#gn reader#gender neutral reader#yennefer x reader
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Bathing Together
Jaskier x GN Reader
You sunk into the tub, feeling the warm water relax your muscles. You let out a sigh once you were fully in.
"Fuck," You mumbled, leaning back in the water, closing your eyes.
You could feel Jaskier's arm wrap around your waist and pull you closer to him. You smiled as his lips pressed to your shoulder. Jaskier was so excited when he saw the inn had a tub big enough for two people.
He kept kissing at your shoulder, moving as he inched you closer until you were between his legs, your back to his chest. He kissed the back of your neck. The flames from the candles around the room danced in their reflection in the water.
"This is amazing, love," He mumbled, lips against your skin.
"Yeah, this is nice," You agreed, leaning against him.
Jaskier's hand moved to tilt your chin and you moved to meet him for a kiss on the lips.
Jaskier pulled back with a smirk, "After this, we'll go drink the night away."
#jaskier x reader#jaskier#julian alfred pankratz#the witcher#joey batey#twn#male reader imagine#male reader#reader insert#gn reader#gender neutral reader
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And here’s all I’ve been thinking about since I saw him on the stream
Fisherman batey
Here’s the original image just so you understand it’s the ducking same and what man joey what are you working on babe
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