Somewhat Clear

deerna
somewhatclear

Rating: NSFW
Fandom: The Witcher
Relationship: Geralt/Jaskier
Tags: Trans Jaskier, Substance Abuse, Drunk sex, Altered Mental States, Scent kink, Vaginal sex, First time, Topping from the bottom, Dom/sub undertones, service top geralt, Porn without plot, more or less.
Wordcount: 910
Notes: a prequel to Change my mind but can be read by itself. Written for the prompt "Altered Mental States"

Summary:
Geralt and Jaskier get drunk and fall in bed together.

Excerpt:

The kiss is like a sip of water, sweet and cool on parched lips, and Jaskier’s mouth is soft and pliant against his, tasting like the honey cakes he swiped from the kitchen earlier while the cook wasn’t looking. Geralt can smell his arousal in the sweat building in the hollow of his throat, can hear every flutter of his quickening pulse drowning out the pouring rain pattering on the rooftop.

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deerna
somewhatclear

Rating: NSFW
Fandom: The Witcher
Relationship: Geralt/Jaskier
Tags: desk sex, rimming, awkward flirting, anal fingering, anal sex
Wordcount: 4077
Notes: written for the prompt "desk sex" for season of kink

Summary:
Geralt shows up unexpectedly at Jaskier's office in Oxenfurt.

Excerpt:

Now it was his turn to be confused. “Did I misread the situation?” Jaskier wondered out loud. “Excuse me for assuming, but—you did come here for sex, didn’t you?”

“I did,” Geralt finally admitted. “I didn’t want to be. Quite that direct.”

Jaskier couldn’t help but laugh. “Since when you’re oblique about sex?”

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deerna
somewhatclear

Rating: NSFW
Fandom: The Witcher
Relationship: Geralt/Jaskier
Tags: Dress Up, Naked Bottom Clothed Top, Anal Sex, Scent Kink, Plot What Plot
Wordcount: 2240
Notes: written for the prompt "dress up" for season of kink 2020.

Summary:
Putting Geralt in very nice clothes and then peeling him out of them again might be Jaskier's new favorite activity.

Excerpt:

The waistcoat was eventually discarded and thrown on top of the jacket. Next were the pants; Jaskier insisted on taking them off himself, while kneeling on the floor, rubbing his cheek against Geralt’s clothed erection, and not before having traced the embroidered leaves with his mouth. Geralt cursed as Jaskier unlaced them with nimble fingers and slid them off his legs along the braies.

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