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Nursed Back to Health shipping meme Comment with your character, preferences, preferred role, and any information you'd like to include. Your character has either been injured/sick and had to be taken in (possibly against their will) or has been the one to help somebody like the former. Through the mending process, the two characters in a thread have fallen in love - or at least grown closer and more affectionate. Reply to others. Thread.

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[lettenhove]

[ he's hardly intimidated. more determined. his hips fit snugly against geralt's but he doesn't move. not until he gets some indication that the witcher is okay with this. ]

I'm not jealous. I have nothing to be jealous of.

[blamedestiny]

Don't you?

( maybe he doesn't. geralt laughs a little roughly and then he pauses. )

What might you be doing back there?

[lettenhove]

I'm sitting in your lap, what does it look like?

[ making a face. ]

Anyway, if I do have something to be jealous of, what might it be? Your smell?

[blamedestiny]

My muscles.

( maybe he's a little delirious from pain even if it's not that painful right now. )

You know you want them.

[lettenhove]

[ jaskier's brows raise, but he plants his palms against geralt's chest anyway. as if to feel those muscles. ]

Sure, sure. But probably not in the way you're thinking.

[blamedestiny]

No?

( don't make him curious, jaskier. )

All right, tell me in what way you want them.

[lettenhove]

Under my mouth. Against my lips. Surely you should've guessed by now.

[ c'mon geralt, he bathes you, bandages your wounds, and follows you like a puppy. it should be obvious by now. ]

[blamedestiny]

( geralt turns to look over at him over his shoulder, eyebrow raised. )

Why haven't you done that, then?

[lettenhove]

[ there's a bit of a pause as geralt stares at him, wondering how to respond. "because i didn't want you to murder me," comes to mind. instead he shakes his head and begins tugging at geralt's shirt, hoping to pull it off. ]

Here, get this off.

[blamedestiny]

Don't rip it.

( he doesn't have that many shirts, jaskier, so when jaskier starts tugging, geralt chases his hands away so he can start pulling it off. )

I need my shirts.

[lettenhove]

[ laughing a bit because his own shirt is still ripped, he holds up his hands placatingly. ]

You'd look better without, though.

[blamedestiny]

Hmm.

( wincing slightly, he sits up enough that he can peel his shirt off and toss it aside, medallion settling back against his chest once he's disposed of it. )

Better?

[lettenhove]

Much.

[ and he leans forward to plant a kiss on geralt's right peck, his hands settling on geralt's bare shoulders. ]

[blamedestiny]

( his leg still hurts a bit but it's easily ignored when he feels jaskier's lips on his chest. he sighs and closes his eyes, leaning back and licking his lips. )

Keep going.

[lettenhove]

[ jaskier's lips are slow to move across geralt's skin. as much a way to take geralt's mind off the pain as it is a pleasure for jaskier. he's mouthing now at geralt's pulse point, breath heated. he may actually be leaving a mark, but he won't say anything about it. ]

[blamedestiny]

I know what you're doing.

( he knows but he doesn't stop it. instead, he reaches up and slides his fingers through jaskier's hair, trying to get him to stay right where he was because it did feel good.

jaskier did know what to do with his mouth. )

[lettenhove]

[ finished leaving a bruise ( which will likely disappear in no time ), he looks up at geralt, the picture of innocence. ]

And what exactly am I doing?

[blamedestiny]

Trying to tease me.

( or torment him. )

Trying to leave your mark behind. I am not oblivious.

( and this only makes him want more. )

[lettenhove]

You don't seem to mind.

[ given how geralt has yet to dislodge him. he leans forward as if to kiss geralt, but turns his head instead so he can murmur in geralt's ear. ]

I'm just taking care of you.

[blamedestiny]

Is that what this is?

( geralt laughs, low and deep, and shakes his head. )

I think most healers would have something to say about your methods.

[lettenhove]

[ nipping at geralt's ear, he keeps his voice low. ]

I assume most healers don't want you to fuck them.

[blamedestiny]

Maybe they do, you don't know.

( he shudders and then laughs. )

But I don't want to speak of them for right now.

[lettenhove]

No? Then what is it you want to speak of?

[ his hands slide down geralt's chest, pausing over nipples to play with them using callused fingers. jaskier's mouth doesn't stray from geralt's ear until he feels that shudder from the witcher. only then does he begin forging a slow path to geralt's mouth. ]

[blamedestiny]

I don't want to speak at all.

( his voice is low, quiet and he shivers a bit when jaskier's hands find his nipple. he licks his lips and shakes his head. )

Surely you can find something better for your mouth to do.

[lettenhove]

[ humming a low note, he pushes at geralt, urging him to lie back as he finally kisses him full on the lips. it's a nipping, sharp kiss and it lacks the gentleness he'd displayed earlier. ]