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Some Eskel/Geralt smut as a celebration for getting 100 followers on this blog! Thank you! Love you all 🙌❤️
made for my fic: Hand-to-hand techniques
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Jaskier & Eskel & Geralt, pre-OT3 | rating: Gen | word count: 581 | CW: Eskel’s gorgeous. | Written for @witcher-bows-and-arrows‘s Feb. 6th SFW prompt: Admire.
Jaskier thinks Eskel is gorgeous. Absolutely, drop dead stunning. In fact, Jaskier often needs to take a moment to himself when he first sets sight on that statuesque jawline, not to mention that physique, the rugged charm of a life well lived. If there's anything to be said about Jaskier, it's that he knows how to appreciate the finer things in life.
Jaskier deserves nothing but the best in life. And the best is Eskel. He dares anyone to disagree with him, his right hook needs a little polishing up.
He lets out a wistful sigh, watching as Eskel reads by the fire, admiring his lovely profile. He has to remember to thank Geralt for inviting him up to Kaer Morhen this year. He'd heard much about Geralt's remaining family on their way to the stronghold deep in the Blue Mountains, taking care to note every single detail that Geralt willingly offered. He noticed that Geralt often went back to Eskel, but said nothing of it to the man himself.
And now he can see why.
Geralt perches on the bench next to him, though Jaskier pays him no mind. He leans forward just the slightest bit, chin thoughtfully nestled in his palm. His eyes trace Eskel's fingers when they turn the next page in the book of Aen Sidhe poetry he's reading. Thick. Sturdy. Scarred here and there. Sure of themselves. Jaskier wonders what they would feel like wrapped around his waist. Shivers threaten to run down his spine, but he lets out another sigh.
"You too?"
"Hm?" Jaskier asks absently, his attention still firmly wrapped up Eskel's everything. Eskel shifts, his legs uncrossing and recrossing at the ankle. Melitele bless him, Eskel's thick everywhere, isn't he? And in all the right places. What Jaskier would give for the chance to show him just how much that thickness is appreciated. Preferably with their clothing off. But that's a thought for another day.
Deep, quiet chuckles sound in his ear. An arm settles behind him, resting on the table they're leaned back against.
"Entrancing, isn't he?"
Jaskier nods, moving his pinky finger to his mouth. He nibbles on the nail absently. "He doesn't even know the half of it."
"No, he doesn't. He doesn't believe me. Will you tell him?" Geralt murmurs, his fingers resting lightly on Jaskier's shoulder.
Jaskier eyes Geralt from the corner of his eyes, reluctant to turn away from Eskel.
"You've told him." Disbelief colors Jaskier's words.
A light blush settles on Geralt's cheeks as he turns away from Jaskier's knowing gaze. Geralt's blush still manages to surprise him.
"Not in so many words," he admits most reluctantly.
Jaskier hums, wondering if he should give voice to his thoughts. Geralt's not necessarily monogamous, and he himself has been known to entertain more than a few lovers simultaneously. But could they share a lover? Would they be able to share a lover?
Geralt stares at him intently, the blush faded just the slightest bit. The fire crackles in the background under the sound of another page being turned. As if he could read Jaskier's mind, he nods, hand coming up to cradle the back of his neck.
"We could..." Geralt offers.
Jaskier tilts his head towards Eskel. "Will he-?"
Immediately, Geralt shakes his head, silver locks brushing lightly over his forehead. "He won't."
A smirk spreads across Jaskier's lips. "Shall we?"
Geralt stands, disentangling himself from Jaskier, takes his hand, and pulls him up from the bench. Together, they walk towards Eskel, hand in hand.
"Eskel, my dear. Can we borrow a moment of your time?"
#The Witcher#Jaskier#Geralt#Eskel#Pre-OT3#I mean#in my mind they're already fucking#but this is supposed to be an sfw fic#so it shall remain#it was also practice at description work#i welcome your concrit#if you have any to offer#Geraskel#Geralt/Eskel#Jaskier/Eskel
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Transplanted Heart (Uprooted Remix)
Eskel/succubus, Eskel/Geralt
remixing The Heart Entire by @brighteyedjill
I saw Jill's one-sided Eskel/Geralt fic in the @smubbles-etc remix pool and immediately got inspired. Wrote 5k in like three days. So it's no longer a drabble but definitely going the remix route with Leshy Eskel! Also going a very different direction than my other Leshkel series. Currently posted 2/6 chapters.
Major character death (off-screen), hurt/comfort, Wolf brothers bonding over monster nerdery. Love confessions, first time, plenty of angst, suicidal ideation, more hurt/comfort. Mild spoilers for the events of the witcher books.
“Some loves are planted too deep to uproot without also pulling out the heart entire.”
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“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again, let alone see you like this,” Maja said, eyeing him with a combination of sympathy and fascination. Eskel was no longer the witcher she had lain with. He was a mutated leshen with abilities that surpassed even the Queen that had originally infected him.
Eskel had always visited Maja before he returned to Kaer Morhen. She’d been so good at helping him burn off the lust, it made it bearable for Eskel to be near Geralt for the winter. Had less worry about accidentally revealing his feelings for his Wolf. He knew Maja would help him now, regardless of what he’d become, but he figured he ought to give her enough context to understand what he needed—and why.
It’d gotten too complicated. He missed it when things were simpler.
Eskel felt large and hulking in her cozy home. He was self-conscious about his desiccated, half-broken branches and scorched bark. That didn’t seem to deter her. She approached him, reaching for the nearest branch, and Maja touched a small pink blossom that had managed to survive the storm of his grief.
“A lot’s happened.” It was the understatement of the century.
They sat near her fireplace and Eskel began recounting the story while she finished her dinner. He told her of the leshen queen he’d come across on the Path that infected him. The agony of the transformation and the confusion that ensued. Geralt had nearly cut down Vesemir to protect Eskel and had defended his right to live. The fear and pity of his brothers and Vesemir was almost worse than death, except Eskel had lost his purpose. He wasn’t a witcher anymore, and he didn’t know what he was supposed to do. He’d been halfway down the mountain when Geralt caught up to him.
“He asked you to stay for the season,” Maja said.
“Yeah, he did.”
“How did it go?”
Eskel he draped some of his branches near the fire. Close enough to burn himself. “I’d already lost my body, my purpose. What else did I have to lose?”
Maja was silent for a long moment. “Did you lose your heart?”
He used one of his branches to grab Maja’s drink and he drained the last of the spirits.
Heartache unfurled in Eskel’s body, fresh and icy as spring thaw. It almost would have been better if he had stayed away, taken himself into exile and left his old life behind. He could have lived with that pain of being without Geralt. He had lived with that pain his whole life.
“Eskel.” Her voice was soft. She was misunderstanding his silence.
“Geralt knew me, he was there for me like no one else had been, and no one will be again. I told him… I told him everything.”
Maja’s look of surprise was refreshing, and Eskel cracked a sad smile. “Bet’chu didn’t see that one coming.”
“Not at all,” she said, and touched the small blossom again. “What happened?”
read chapter 2 on ao3
#geralt x eskel#geralt/eskel#eskel#twn eskel#leshkel#the witcher netflix#geralt#chapter 3 will feature BROKILON i'm so excited y'all have no idea#i love my tree boyfriend#my fic#leshkel fic#my witcher fic#heyooo remembering to crosspost old fic here on tumblr#though technically this is new and i'm still editing the rest#but still!! posting things! here! there! everywhere. finishing things. what a notion.
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On the topic of reanimation/taxidermy/corpse clinging in grief... gereskel is like... the reverse. "No body no death" kind of way. Not clinging to a corpse but to the absence of one. The empty space. Keeping the wound of that loss wide open through constant and continual self mutilation so that when Geralt comes back (because he will, obviously, because he's not dead, he's not) he'll still have a space to come back to.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Eskel/Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia
Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Eskel (The Witcher)
Additional Tags: Hurt Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Young Eskel (The Witcher), Young Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Hypothermia
Eskel and Geralt sneak away from the keep to spend some time together – only it goes very wrong...
For the whump prompt “hypothermia”.
#writing#my fics#Geralt/Eskel#Eskel/Geralt#Eskralt#fanfiction#TW3 fanfiction#The Witcher fanfiction#Whump#Whump community#hypothermia
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The scars I carried for you
“What’s this?” the baritone voice startled the witcherling, he hadn’t heard the other witcher coming up behind him. He’d thought himself alone, the last of them to be up that night and allowed himself to relax. His neckline fell loose and unbuttoned. Were he using his usual glamor then he would have thought nothing of it but since Vesemir refused him use of it, he felt an extra level of bare.
He tried to tidy himself up, righting the collar when he heard the older approach. A gentle hand caught him by the neck though and stopped him. Eskel eased the fabric down farther, pulling it to one side to locate what he had seen. A thick hand bracketed where an old scar rests. The younger shivered when callouses caught the skin as Eskel brushed his thumb over it.
Now was not the first time he’d wished for his glamor. He knew it was too soon to be fully without it. While he enjoys attention he dislikes feeling too seen, especially in this moment. ”What’s this?” Eskel repeated, his voice low in volume and timber as he asked nearly in Jaskier’s ear. Another gentle touch caused a shiver down his spine.
“It’s,” an awful twisted stab wound, “uh, he” his throat constricted and he swallowed to alleviate it, “he liked the way it felt.” Jaskier explained carefully as if that conveyed all one would need to understand.
It did not, “What? The blade in his hand?”
Jaskier wet his lips. Shame weighed his gaze causing him to drop his head down further. “How it felt,” he repeated, emphasizing the word deliberately and carefully, “around him.” He allowed himself to get caught up in the memory for a moment. Mind tunneling in on one of many horrific memories.
He’d stabbed him from behind, blade having pierce threw the meat scraping the bone of his clavicle on its way out. All orifices clenched in his pain and again when he twisted it. The other side had a scar too, small in the dip under the bone. Small enough to pass as a mole or freckle.
Eskel sucked in a breath between clenched teeth at the implications. He pulled the shirt further away, stretching it in a way that if Jaskier were fully present would start a fit. He examined the area fully, aside from the twist of the blade there were little white marks making up an oval in the flesh. Teeth marks, a bite mark deep enough to draw blood, deep enough to scar. “Jul-” but he was cut off.
“I have the witcher prerogative,” his voice was haunting in its hollow. Spoken from a far off memory, “the build but not the training.” Eskel waited with breath held as the younger continued in that halting format. “It’s much harder to nullify the situation when it’s with men. Women are much simpler creatures.” Jaskier halfway came back to himself when Eskel squeezed his shoulder. “ but no less awful.” the last sentiment murmured morose and with more conviction.
There were many a bedfellow whom shown interest in Geralt for the novelty of it and then there were those who were interested in the lack of consequence. So many who’ve been screened by the bard as the interested party ask for a good word. He had a knack for it at his point. Could tell the one from the other. And if he thought they would give up if he were to turn them away then he never would have allowed himself to play the distraction.
Convince them that they wanted him rather than the Wolf. A quick twist of his ring and a flash of gold soaked eyes. Always with promises of testing his stamina, and other thresholds. Women clawing nails into his skin while they ride him, men who stab and cut or broken bones. He’d been told he thrashes beautifully the more intense the pain. And in the morning it would all vanish under a glamor, no need for concern and his precious White Wolf was safe and none the wiser.
The weight of Eskel’s forehead rested between his shoulder blades, grounding him in the here and now. His collar was righted and an arm wrapped around him keeping him close. “Thank you,” it was absurd being thanked for his suffering, “Thank you for taking care of him.” The other’s hand clenched in the cloth over his chest. He couldn’t help but feel like it was one of the only things keeping him together in this exact moment.
In an almost detached movement he reached up to wipe the tears from his own eyes. “It’s what you do for love,” for twenty years, he took the hurt intended for his love. Still hopeful and blissfully unaware that he had not a chance. For his hopeful position was already taken by the witcher that clung to him now.
#Jaskier Whump#protective Jaskier#oblivious Geralt#Jaskier would give his all for Geralt#geralt/eskel#Just a bit of what I have been working on#out of order scene#Jaskier is a witcher in this one#Geralt didn't know
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New fic just dropped. Modernish zombie apocalypse au with Geralt/Eskel and a nice healthy side dish of Eskel/Emhyr which I am being told I’m the first to use that tag on ao3, so there’s that. Have a look, why don’t you?
#fanfic#witcher#gerskel#geralt/eskel#eskel/emhyr#if I’m the first does that mean I get to make the ship name#eshyr eskhyr twin flames eh
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by QueerCodedLunatic
Geralt and Eskel are training together and sparring. The winter at Kaer Morhen has been lonely so far. Geralt craves for different kind of physical contact and notices the sparring match is making him too aware of that fact. Things get heated between them...
Words: 2823, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski, Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Eskel (The Witcher)
Relationships: Eskel/Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia
Additional Tags: Bottom Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Touch-Starved Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Top Eskel (The Witcher), Edging, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Touch-Starved Witchers (The Witcher), Horny Witchers (The Witcher), Leather Kink, Hand Jobs, Frottage, Eskel's Canonical Magic Hands, leather harness-like sparring armour
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Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Lambert/Eskel - Relationship, Eskel/Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Eskel/Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Lambert, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Lambert
Characters: Lambert (The Witcher), Eskel (The Witcher), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia
Additional Tags: walking in on sex, Eavesdropping, Anal Sex, Bottom Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Kaer Morhen (The Witcher), Blowjobs, Threesome - M/M/M, Double Penetration in One Hole, cum as lube, cum dump geralt, Top Lambert (The Witcher), Top Eskel (The Witcher), Nicknames, save a witcher bingo fill, Voyeurism
Summary:
Lambert was walking along the hall when he thought he could hear crying coming from the other side of the door so he wants to make sure whoever is making such a fuss okay.
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Fourth chapter of Vires Acquirit Eundo for the end of the year! the geralt/gascon content no one asked for 😁
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If you found me through my Sweet Little Lies (by Omission) fic for Spielz may I recommend this other fic of mine. It's written in a similar style and I think it's one of my best ones. It's got some Geralt/Jaskier some Geralt/Eskel, trans Geralt, and plenty of whump and hurt/comfort. It is rated M, and I always suggest heeding the tags!
#The Witcher#repost because I forgot to put the link lol#Geraksier#Geralt/Eskel#Geralt of Rivia#fan fic#Jaskier#Eskel
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This has been sitting in my brain for too long…
Teen wolves are back
#the witcher#geralt of rivia#lambert#eskel#vesemir#who broke it#the witcher lambert#the witcher eskel#the witcher vesemir#geralt lambert eskel vesemir#the witcher fanart#the witcher art#geralt fanart#eskel fanart#lambert fanart#vesemir fanart#my art#teen wolves
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Jaskier gets a lute and a wifey (˵ ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°˵)ﾉ⌒♡*:･。.
Yennefer was so flustered she accepted Jaskier’s proposal without thinking (*/ω＼)
the lute has buttercups on it btw .❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。
#The witcher#witcher netflix#yennefer of vengerberg#jaskier#yennskier#cirilla fiona elen riannon#ciri#vesemir#eskel#geralt#lambert#coen#comic#long post
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Ages ago I got an ask about Jaskier singing 'burn butcher burn' and Geralt listening in, but I truly think Jaskier is never performing that one again. OTHER SAD BREAKUP SONGS THO 👀
#jaskier#geralt of rivia#geraskier#the witcher#geralt x jaskier#the witcher netflix#ciri#lambert#eskel#Jaskier: is simply vibing at kaer morhen and going through his repertoire like :)#the rest is getting punched in the throat#I too would cry like the driads in S3 if I heard Joey Batey perform a lovesong right in front of me#also grow as a we go is a ben platt song that always comes and punches my right through the ribs#just a silly little post!!
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Lambert: I think Geralt should be celibate from now on
Vesemir: Why are you concerned about Geralt's sex life?
Lambert: He's a crazy magnet. Wanting Geralt is a red flag. Name one person he's slept with who isn't nuts
Eskel: Jaskier?
Lambert: Look me in my eyes and tell me that little grackle wouldn't commit regicide if he thought he could get away with it
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