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writersblockedx · 9 months

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The End of What Could Have Been

Pairing - Jaskier x Fem!Reader Summary - Jaskier finally gives in at trying to flirt with his favourite barmaid - something that only makes her fall harder for him. Warnings - alcohol, mention of a brothel? Words - 2.1K

A/n - Hi, I’m back! I know I’ve been gone for a little while; writers block has been killing me. But I’m back at it again, hopefully back at posting regularly again.

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It had become the cycle of the night. As the stragglers of the Inn began to make their way back to their own beds - or hay stacks for some of them - he would appear. Far too wide-eyed for this time in the night, lute strapped over his shoulder and a glistening smile most female bar keeps had never been able to resist. Well, most expect for yourself.

Jaskier was sweet, that was true, but he was equally greedy. And the whole town knew of it. The stories of his lewd behaviour with his several different partners were laced throughout his lyrics, right alongside the fantastical story of the Witcher and the many creatures the two fought off together. Though, with that very bard in front of you now, you struggled to believe he had the same strength of a Witcher.

"Same as always, Y/n." His elbows leaned against the wooden bar as he slid a couple of coins across for you. Always a couple extra for your own pocket.

You simply nodded your head in an act to show your acknowledgement of him before turning to gather a pint of beer for the bard. "Not in the mood for conversation tonight?" He questioned while you had your back turned.

You only said anything when the cup that was brimming with frothy ale was in your hand. "Not with you. Not tonight." Ever so bluntly, that snap in your tone slipped from your tongue as you placed the drink down in front of him with a thud.

He flashed his puppy eyes; he had gotten good at doing that. "And whys that?"

Your expression never faulted. You didn't dare. You had told yourself for almost a month while Jaskier had been playing at this pub that you wouldn't be one of the many to fall prey to his sweet smile and his even sweeter words. "Because the only conversation you want to have is one where it ends with you getting into my pants." You said it so sternly. So casual. Without a lick of embarrassment as if it were a passing comment, lacking any source of meaning.

But Jaskier's response had proved different. He stiffened and struggled to swallow the ale that lingered on his tongue. "Can't blame a man for trying." His response came a second too late - attempting to get over the initial shock that had stunned him too much to speak straight away.

"I can when, despite getting your answer, you're still trying." You didn't break. With every word, you lean slightly closer, till there were only inches between you.

"Well," He sighed lightly and leaned back, "I still haven't heard you tell me to stop."

You couldn't help but laugh, "I know you're a bard, but you're not stupid, surely."

"You didn't have to go there." He quipped. "I personally don't think you want...this to stop." His words were as cautious as one in a sword fight. One wrong move and he was frightened you were about to stab him in the back.

For the first time, you became hesitant. You were uncertain. Of course, you could admit Jaskier did have that sweet smile and the charm to accompany such. He also was easy on the eyes, had a slick manner and was, as much as you hated to admit it, the type of bachelor you could see yourself spending the night with - or several. But he was infamous for such behaviour. He travelled from town to town, bed to bed, and you were not about to the 90th woman on his list. That of such, was what you refused.

So you shifted, and slipped back into your stern facade as if nothing had ever happened, like there had never been a blink of uncertainty. "This," You pointed between the two of you, "Never even started." Words so sharp they cut through Jaskier's heart like a knife to butter. While the man was fine to break others' hearts, his was too just as fragile and sensitive. And to hear such from a woman he had grown to admire over the weeks shook his core. With the words written out in front of him, he knew he could no longer ignore them.

And so you straightened your back and stared at the boy you were forced to resist. "You finish your ale, I'll close up." You announced, without any input from him. Normally, he would last at least another three drinks. But tonight, neither of you wanted the company of the other. The air between you had become tense and rigid. Air of which you were not in the mood to breathe.

So you took it upon yourself to make that decision. You started stacking the chairs around the pub, cleaning the sticky tables and making sure everything was as it should be. The only thing left was Jaskier. He took his final sip. He placed the cup back on the bar and let out a deep breath; he knew this was the end. This was the point in which you had drawn the line, you had told him no once and for all. And you had given him no choice but to listen.

There as he stood, he turned to you. At first, he looked you up and down, taking in the last of what remained—this night marked the end of what could have been. He locked eyes with you. Neither of you moved. Neither of you said a word. After that moment of acceptance passed, he provided a nod. With that, he left the Inn without a trace. That night, in your lonely bed, you struggled to sleep, plagued by the ever-yawning question of if you just made a mistake.

By the next morning, you came to face the consequences of your own actions. You strolled in for your shift as you always did to find the Inn relatively empty. In fact, more empty than it ever had been in the past month. The only ones to occupy the Inn were the same stragglers which never seemed to leave. It didn't take you long to figure out why; the lack of strumming music in the Inn was likely the culprit. And, after that conclusion, you came to assume that it was partly the fault of yourself and a certain encounter from the night before.

"No bard today?" You queried your boss, the Innkeeper, as he stood cleaning the wooden bar.

"No bard anymore." He answered. A part of your brain was tugged with curiosity, the other knew that you shouldn't want to know. You cut the ties. You were at fault. You should leave things as they were. "Get used to how things used to be. Just the regulars again." That was one, if the only, good thing about Jaskier: the customers he brought. You could never deny his lyrical beauty and the lull of his lute. So brilliant, in fact, it almost brought you a pay rise.

Your head dropped in thought. No matter how much you wanted to accept this, a part of you wondered if this decision came from a reaction of the night prior. "Where is he staying?" You spat the words out before you could stop yourself. "The bard?" You added, suddenly aware of how strange that question may sound to your boss.

To be expected, the man raised a brow, "I'm not sure," He shrugged his shoulders lightly. "That cheap Inn up the road probably. Or a bench." With that, the grumpy old Inn keeper turned his back to you, going back to sort out the several types of ales.

For a moment, you stared. But the thought nagged you too much; Why not? He was leaving, what else was there to lose? He was sweet, admirable and you couldn't help yourself. You had only wished you had realised such fact the night before. Without thinking twice, you left. You took off without another word and headed to that cheap Inn your boss had pointed to.

By the time you arrived, you came to realise it was perfect timing. Jaskier was getting ready to depart. He had a couple of bags hung over his shoulder as he slung them over a horse. His expression was, until you came into his sights, set into a stern hold. And then, a glint of wonder reached his face, and the very corners of his lips twisted upright just slightly. He wouldn't admit it yet, but he was happy to see you had come back to him.

"And the barmaid returns." He gleamed, trying to not let that smile on his face grow any more than it already had done.

You tilted his head at him, "You didn't tell me you were leaving last night." You stated, choosing it best to ignore his greeting.

"You think that would have changed how things went?" There. You caught it right as it happened; that flirtatious speck in his pupils that never seemed to leave him - sometimes, no matter who he was talking to. When he received only a stern expression in return, he sighed and changed his tone as if he had never made that comment. "I didn't know I would be leaving until after I left." He answered, honestly.

A moment of silence passed as you settled in the realisation. You only needed confirmation: "Was it what I said?"

Another grin graced his face. But not flirtatious or cheeky, rather bittersweet. "I know you're just a bard maid, but you're not stupid." He reiterated your own words from last night.

For that, you swallowed the lump which had suddenly grown in your throat. Then, with a breath, you replied, "You don't have to leave, the money's good here, no?" You knew your boss must have been paying him a decent paycheck.

He shifted on his feet, "I don't like staying in the same place for too long." The boy admitted.

"Then why did last night change your mind?"

He took a moment and fought himself so as not to repeat what he had said prior. "Most of the time, I can find anyone to entertain myself with, no matter where I am. But," He paused, thought on his words as if they were of utter importance, "But just the way when I walked into your Inn-"

You cut him off, "You mean when I told you to piss off because we didn't like silly lute music being played?" Saying that now was laughable.

And Jaskier had let out a chuckle, "Yes, then. I thought you were a shell I wanted to break and I found myself not bothered with anyone else. Not even with the mistresses at the Brothal. I wanted to get to know you and, I don't know, I looked forward to every night when I'd finish my set and it would be just the two of us in the bar." He explained, him too going off the idea of what else was there to lose now? "You didn't want me and it made it all the more enticing. To fight with the idea of hatred boarding on love was something intoxicating and it only made me want you more."

And, honestly, you were at a loss for words. It wasn't often many people spoke to you in such a poetic way, with such romance trickled into their words as it rolled right off the tongue like smooth butter. Most of the time, you were only met with drunk stragglers, boarding their words on sexual harassment. So this was only a breast of fresh air and you were indulging in it like it was some sort of drug.

When you looked back to Jaskier, you were at a loss for words. You weren't quite the lyricist he was. "I think-" You took a breath as if it were giving you the courage needed in that very moment. "I think I did want you. Oh, I know I did. But a bard who, as you said is always on the move, wasn't something I could get involved in." Like that, a weight slipped from your shoulders like melting ice.

Jaskier took a step forward, cautious in his action. When you showed no sign of disregard, he settled. "You've no idea what I would change just so you would get involved with me." There, his flirtatious smile return. And, this time, you couldn't resist it.

He started leaning in and rather than stopping it, so did you until your lips met in a soft embrace. It was long overdue and you could see how addicted you could get to that feeling if you weren't too careful. But a part of you had started to put trust into Jaskier - you just preyed the bard would never break it. As now, this was the start of something. Something neither of you wanted to ever end.

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watch-that-writer-burnnn · 2 years

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Keeping You Warm

Pairing: Jaskier x reader

Summary: Sad bard turns up soaking on reader's doorstep during a storm, so they offer to give him a bath to warm him up. Comfort and cute bath fluff ensues

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff! Nothing explicit but it does get a bit steamy... Maybe a little angst but not really.

Words: 2159

A/N: I wrote this ages ago but forgot to post it. Hope you enjoy!

He was the last person you'd expected to see tonight, especially not looking like this. Dripping wet, brown fringe plastered onto his delicate face, soft blue eyes staring sadly down at you. He shivered, numb fingers trying in vain to hold his soaked doublet closed across his chest, which was heaving with ragged breaths of exhaled steam.

Behind him, rain mercilessly tore up the muddy ground, the light from the lantern by the front door casting odd shadows on the shimmering ground.

A puddle formed on your doorstep as you stared in disbelief at your old friend.

"Jaskier? What are you doing here?"

He attempted a smile, opening his mouth to respond, but was suddenly overtaken by a coughing fit, doubling over. You rushed forward, reaching for his shoulder and guiding him inside, pulling the door shut behind you.

"S-sorry..." he muttered shakily. He managed a smile as his eyes met yours. "It's good to see you."

You beamed back at him.

"It's good to see you too, Jask." You threw your arms around him, squeezing him tightly as he wrapped his own arms around you, firm hands pressing into your back. You relaxed in his embrace, smiling into his shoulder. He really was soaked, and the brush of his fingers through your shirt felt like ice. You finally pulled back.

"What the hell were you thinking, being out in that storm? You could have frozen to death!"

"Yeah, I know. I just... Needed to see you. And my weather forecasting skills are unfortunately lacking."

You sighed. "Well, at least you're here now. Come on, let's get you warmed up."

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, the warm touch of your lips making him blush slightly, obvious against his cold, paled skin, and led him by the hand towards your crackling fireplace.

"We'll get you out of those wet clothes, and then run you a bath," you said, looking him up and down to determine which of your garments would best fit him.

"So keen to get me undressed?" he smirked. You punched his arm.

"Don't flatter yourself," you winked.

"You'll freeze to death if you stay in those soaked clothes."

You turned to leave the room, but Jaskier quickly reached out and took your hand in his own, pulling you back and staring deep into your eyes.

"Thank you," he said, rubbing his thumb absentmindedly against your fingers, traces of playfulness wiped from his face, replaced with a genuine appreciation for your actions.

You swallowed.

"You're welcome, dear heart," you whispered.

***

You returned with a blanket just as Jaskier was pulling off his shirt. His doublet was neatly folded over the back of a chair by the fire, and his boots lay discarded on the floor. You approached the shirtless bard, eyeing his exposed form. He was still quite skinny and slender, skin soft and chest covered in a thick coat of dark hair, but he appeared fitter now, more muscular.

"Here. Wear this until the bath is ready," you smiled encouragingly, moving towards him with the large blanket outstretched and indicating a chair nearby. He sat, and you leaned in to wrap the blanket around his still shivering form, feeling his warm breath on your face as you pulled it over his bare shoulders. He wriggled cutely in the chair, getting comfy, his movements prompting you to giggle.

"What is it?" he asked, oblivious to the effect he had on you. In response you simply leaned closer to him, resting your forehead against his. You both closed your eyes, and he sighed at your touch.

"I've missed you so much, Jask," you whispered, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek.

"I didn't realise how much I needed you in my life until you left," you admitted.

"Don't worry, love. I'm not going anywhere," he said, voice a low rumble. You made the mistake of opening your eyes, and were met with an intense electric blue gaze, which was locked on your own. Your eyes flicked down to his party open lips, tantalisingly close, and suddenly you kissed him, quickly, strongly and filled with longing.

Then you came to your senses - you'd just kissed your best friend. The two of you had always been close, but this was something different.

"Oh. Oh god, Jaskier, I'm so sorry, I don't know what I-"

He silenced you with a passionate kiss of his own, letting the blanket fall away as he pulled you closer with an arm around your waist and a hand on the back of your head. He moaned into your lips, eventually pulling away.

"You've got no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he smiled, brushing his fingers along your cheek.

"Me too," you whispered, pulling him closer, warm lips back on your own.

***

Jaskier sank beneath the steaming water, groaning with relief as the weight was taken off his aching muscles. He sank down lower beneath the bubbles, closing his eyes and sighing.

"Just how long were you riding to get here, Jask?" you asked, turned away from him as you gathered a collection of soaps and scents from around the room.

"Oh, I don't know. A week? Two weeks? Don't worry about it."

You spun around, brow creased with concern.

"Don't worry? You were alone, without protection, on the road for two weeks. For what? To see me? I'm not worth the risk, Jask. You should have waited for Geralt."

"He was... busy, and like I said, I needed to see you - and you are absolutely worth the risk, dear heart." He did his best to look sweet, pouting and staring right at you with his intoxicating blue eyes. It worked.

You shook your head, unable to mask your smile as you moved over to the bath, setting the soaps down on a nearby table. You smeared shampoo onto your hands and moved closer to the bard.

"What- what are you doing?"

He pulled back as you reached towards him.

"What do you think I'm doing? I'm washing your hair."

He glanced uncertainly at you, swallowing nervously.

"It's alright, really. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. Just go take care of yourself. Besides, the greasy look rather suits me, don't you thi-"

You swiftly leaned in, kissing him gently.

"I knew that would shut you up," you smirked. "Now, please," you whispered, "let me look after you for once."

He nodded slowly, and you kissed him again, before pulling away to sit on a stool positioned behind him. He gratefully sank back against the edge of the bath as you buried your hands in his soft brown hair, massaging in the soap. Jaskier hummed in satisfaction as you rubbed your hands against his scalp, forming a foamy layer over his hair.

He began to sing softly, occasionally sighing deeply as you passed your fingers through his hair. You poured warm water over his head to rinse the soap through.

"How does that feel, love?"

"It's wonderful. Thank you." he reached behind him to grab your wrist, pulling it around and placing a soft kiss on your hand.

You wrapped your other arm around him, one either side of his head, and leaned forward, burying your face in his shoulder from behind as you slid your hands down onto his partially submerged chest.

He hummed as you rubbed his chest, stroking a finger along his collarbone and enjoying the soft hair beneath your fingertips. You began kissing his neck, pressing your lips into the hot, sensitive skin and drawing a series of whimpers and little moans from the bard. He tilted his head, exposing more of his neck as you continued.

"Don't stop," he begged softly as you began to pull away.

"Patience, love." You shuffled your chair around to the side of the tub, before reaching towards Jaskier, turning his head to face yours. He groaned as your lips collided once more. You slid a hand behind his head, pulling him into you, and squeezed his shoulder with the other. His tongue darted greedily into your mouth, and you moaned. When you finally separated, he kept his eyes closed, lips parted, savouring the memory of your touch.

You stroked his face and he smiled, slowly opening his eyes. "We should do that again sometime," he sighed.

"How about now?"

***

Jaskier had finished his bath, which included lots of kissing, and even more touching. Now that your feelings were out in the open, Jaskier couldn't seem to keep his hands off you, rubbing your back, stroking your face, tracing his fingers - or lips - along your arm. You'd insisted on taking care of him, washing him with plenty of soaps and scents, gently massaging the mixtures into his soft skin as he hummed happily, eyes closed. As reluctant as he was to have someone take care of him for a change, he clearly enjoyed it.

Now, you were cuddled up in bed, beneath heaped blankets, bodies pressed tightly together. Jaskier lay almost on top of you, one leg thrown across your thighs, his bare chest pressed against you and his arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Thank you, love."

"For what?"

He hesitated, pouting, searching for the right words.

"For caring. I don't usually... Well, not many do. Care about me, that is."

You sighed sadly, and kissed him gently.

"You deserve to be cared for, Jask. More than anyone I know. I see the way you spend so long looking after everyone else, making sure everyone's okay, but... no-one ever seems to return the favour."

He looked away, lowering his gaze, but you noticed his cheeks reddening and his eyes sparkling with fresh tears.

"I-" he croaked, unable to find the words. He'd clearly given this quite a bit of thought before you'd brought it up.

"Hey," you whispered, "It's okay."

You reached up to stroke his cheek, before gently turning his head to face you again. You met his deep blue-grey eyes, the flickering light of the fire reflected in them. Gods, were they gorgeous. Intoxicating.

"I love you, Jask."

He managed a smile.

"And I adore you."

His lips met yours again, and he squeezed you tighter, moaning into your mouth. You ran your fingers down his exposed back, making him shudder and increasing the array of sounds coming from his mouth.

When he finally pulled back for air, you took the chance to flip him onto his back, and lay on top of him. You wrapped your legs around his waist, running your hands over his chest as you deepened the kiss, feeling him exploring your mouth with his tongue and humming contentedly.

"So good for me... I don't deserve you..." you muttered praises against his lips.

Jaskier shuffled backwards, sitting up against the headboard as you settled in his lap.

You continued to kiss him, leaning over him to grasp his face in your hands and pressing your lips down into his.

Jaskier broke through the moans escaping both your mouths as he began to sing pieces of his newest song, snatching at the words between ragged breaths and passionate kisses. You laughed against his lips, prompting him to sing more, almost moaning out the words as you tugged playfully at his silky brown hair, twirling it in your fingers. You finally pulled back, and he tried to follow your lips with his own, eyes still closed, outlined with delicate lashes set against flushed red cheeks. You sighed at the sight of him, so desperate for your touch, but stopped him by running your hands down his chest. You pressed a quick kiss to his nose, which he scrunched as your lips made contact.

"You're so beautiful, Jask," you said, gently caressing his face, his features appearing almost elven in their candlelit beauty.

He looked up at you with eyes full of an equal amount of adoration. His gaze managed to make you weak, as always, and you gave into those big blue eyes, returning your lips to their place against his smile.

***

You lay on your back once again, the crackling of the fire and Jaskier's soft breathing creating a beautiful melody in your ears. He lay on top of you, and you could feel the vibrations of his breathing against your chest. You snuggled comfortably beneath his warm, heavy body. His arms were wrapped around you, and the blanket lay strewn across him, leaving the smooth curves of his shoulders and back visible in the dim light. You stroked his hair as he began to fall asleep, utterly exhausted, but stubbornly continuing to sing under his breath, despite being so tired.

Managing to place a soft kiss on your lips as he was drifting off, he breathed a soft "thank you, my love," against your skin, before relaxing in your arms and settling into a deep, contented sleep.

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stranger-nightmare · 1 year

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 | 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 / 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐫

requested by @tiktokitssinoclock

A/N: Jaskier my beloved himbo! thank you sm for this request, I hope you like it!

Geralt looks from you, to Jaskier, to you again, and then back to Jaskier. He lets out a gruff hum.

“Have fun last night, did you bard?” He muses in his deep, flat tone.

“What? What do you mean?” Jaskier stammers quickly, a blush creeping into his cheeks.

Geralt gives a pointed look towards the collection of purple marks dotted all over Jaskier’s neck and throat. Jaskier rambles and stutters awkwardly whilst you just smirk, memories of the previous night flooding into your brain.

You were sat in Jaskier’s lap, wearing nothing but one of his loose shirts and your underwear. Jaskier was shirtless, left in nothing but his tight trousers as your grinder yourself against him. Your lips move fervently against his as his hands hold onto your waist. Your hands roamed all over this impressive body, scratching your nails across the curves of his muscles, leaving red marks in your wake.

You dip your head and start kissing across his neck and throat. You keep your kisses light and soft as you travel across his neck, peppering him with affection. He groans gently, his hips pushing up slightly against yours. When you reach the curve where his neck meets his shoulder you bite down on his skin.

“Ooh, ow,” Jaskier whines.

“Oh don’t the such a baby,” you roll your eyes lightly as you continue your assault on his skin.

“I’m not being a baby,” he huffs. “It hurt,” he pouts.

“Oh yeah?” You pull back to look at him, titling your head to the side cockily. “You want me stop?” You ask mockingly, stopping your grinding movement on his hips too.

His hands quickly grab onto your hips, desperate for you to start moving again.

“N-no, I didn’t say that,” he blushes.

“Good,” you hum, slowly starting up your grinding motion again. “Because I plan on leaving you covered in bruises for everyone to see,” you continue kissing and biting at his neck.

You suck after each bite, pulling the blood to the surface, putting all your focus and energy into leaving deep purple marks all over his throat. He groans softly, letting his head fall back slightly, letting you have even better access to his neck. You hum your approval, scratching your nails down his stomach again.

“I’m gonna show everyone who you belong to,” you murmur against his skin. "That while they may all get to enjoy your music,” you kiss his Adam’s apple, “I’m the only one who gets to enjoy you...”

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thatspookyagent · 1 year

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Being Jaskier's S/O (Bard!Male!Reader) would include...

Warnings: None!

a/n: These headcanons are sadly shorter than most that I write up (probably because I’m not writing and describing a whole relationship from very first meet up to finish lmao) but I hope that y’all enjoy this nonetheless. I am open to writing up more headcanons that are Witcher based in the future. And since Jaskier is lacking in some departments (Male!Reader & Black!Reader wise), I’ve decided to start with him first. Anyways y’all know the drill, if ya liked what ya read, REBLOG IT!

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Being a bard and Jaskier’s boyfriend means ultimately being both his muse and best friend

Would confide in you about his newest songs ideas and you’d always be the first to hear them whenever he performs a sample of it for you

You both first met in a bar, were you held an open challenge to see if anyone could out sing you or earn more applause than you while performing

Since you out played him significantly, he's been entranced by your skills ever since and decided to strike up a relationship with you, friends first but gradually lovers next

Takes your opinions personally and with utmost seriousness since you’re not only his partner but also a bard yourself

Gladly will always be there in order to lend you an ear or piece of advice as you would the same for him

Loves to discuss how different lutes sound and which ones look aesthetically the best with you because you can actually understand his excitement towards sexy lutes

Also you're the only one willing to make a ranking of best and worst materials to make lutes from with him

Speaking of lutes, he names the lute that he was carrying when he first met you after you

Will not let anyone but you use it or even touch it because it’s just that sentimental to him

If you name the lute that you were carrying when you first met Jaskier after him, he’ll probably have a good cry about that one later

And Jaskier will absolutely lose his mind (affectionately) if you carve his initials into your favorite lute

Enjoys talking and swapping stories with you while polishing each other's instruments around a campfire

A campfire is actually where you first confessed your affection for Jaskier, it was within a love song about two male bards just trying making their mark on the world through song alongside a white haired Witcher and his steed

From then on singing and laughing around campfires has been one of your top ways of bonding with the other male

Other ways you’ve expressed your love to Jaskier is by making and singing duets with him

Y’all are actually quite well known for singing together specifically ballads but also really romantic songs that touch just about everyone’s heart deepy

If Jaskier becomes your muse and you open up to him about this, he’ll also confess that you’re his muse as well

The two of you truly haven’t written and sung as many songs as y’all have now until you met one another

You’d also never been invited to perform at a ball before but since you and Jaskier became so popular, both of your voices have now had the honors of gracing many halls of kings and queens alike

It reflects with the amount of coin increasing in your pockets and fancy hand tailored matching outfits that both you and him adorn

If you’re not one for crowds particularly royal crowds, both you and your coin tossing boyfriend frequent many bars while traveling with Geralt, and are known on a more humble and local level than noble and global

The poor and hopeless citizens of many kingdoms, look to both you and Jaskier to entertain them, and distract them from their everyday worries

Either way, you’re both the ultimate bard power couple in any lands that y’all happen to be in

Now when it comes to specifically being a companion of Geralt’s, he enjoys having two bards at his side more than he likes to let on

While yes both and you Jaskier can be rather dramatic (and also noisy) as well as pretty much target practice when it comes to how useful the two of you are in battle, Geralt needs company beyond that of a horse from time to time whether he openly admits this or not

Not to mention you and the babbling brown haired nuisance named Jaskier, help to spread the word of Geralt and his deeds in a good light

Your penchants for being able to talk people’s ears off and distract them, can at times help the Witcher out whenever he’s in a pinch or when brute force isn’t really an option

Also Geralt can use both of you to look after Roach in various ways especially whenever he’s not around or doesn’t have the time to

You and Jaskier like to run your songs in progress by Roach who always proves to be a tough customer in that regard similar to her Witcher owner

After long days of walking, wailing, and song writing, a much needed rest is in order with your brown haired accomplice

Ways in which you and Jaskier wind down include taking baths together or preparing a bath for the other

Since there’s never really a silent moment between the two of you, reflecting on how both of your days went to each other is a recurring topic of conversation

At times that can drift off into convos about music or musical instruments but moments like this are for you and the other male to check in with and dote on one another

Which means that there’s quite a bit of pampering and more gentle laughter being shared as well as forgetting about all the other people that there are in the world

As far as you and Jaskier are concerned, you’re the main characters, it’s your shared story, and everybody else are just background characters

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samantha-rae-velcher · 2 years

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How the men from the Witcher act when you cry..

(you are an elf I made up, called a Vanyar. You have wings but hide them with magic. You are the only one left of your people.)

Geralt

Eskel

Filavandrel

Jaskier

Geralt

Y/n was sitting in bed, her black tears running down her face - (it's because she's a version of an elf I made up for The Witcher ;) ) - Geralt hadn't come home I four days and no one had seen him. Suddenly the bedroom door swung open and in stepped the Witcher. He was taken aback by the sight before him. His woman the one that never cried, here she was eyes glossed over and looking at him as if he was a ghost.

"Y/n, why are you crying?" He asked.

Her voice came out as a whisper...

"I thought you were dead or hurt or just-"

The tears came again and he rushed to her side, he wrapped her in a hug and held her close to him.

"I'm right here, Y/n. I will never leave your side again."

Eskel

Y/n and Eskel pass each other in the hallway, he looks over and sees tears in her eyes. Eskel stops and turns to her but she keeps walking.

"Y/n, are you alright?" He asked.

"Quite." She answered back.

He fast walked after her up the hall, grabbing her arm he pulled her to him so he could get a better look.

"You're crying. Why?"

She wiped the tears and took a deep breath, attempting to push his hand away but his grip tightened.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Eskel. Please let go of me."

He wrapped his arms around her and held her to his chest, he kissed her head and gently rubbed her back.

"What is the matter, little one?"

She started to quietly sob into him.

"I-I accidentally showed my powers in front of the other witchers...they called me a freak."

Eskel leaned down and gave her neck a gentle kiss...

"Go to your room, I'll be there in a moment."

Y/n watched as he made his way to the great hall, no doubt gonna go kick some Witcher ass.

Filavandrel

Filavandrel looks over and notices a few of his people making fun of Y/n, he stood when he saw the black tears. Beautiful but sad, walked over and gently tucked her hair behind her ear. Wiping the tears, he kissed her head and lead her away from them. They walked deep into the forest away from the others when she stopped in her tracks.

"Why did you do that?" She asked.

"Do what?"

"I don't want to call it saving but...I don't know what else to call it in this moment."

Filavandrel stood close to her and whispered in a sweet tone...

"You are not what they say you are, you are not a monster they are for being that way towards you."

She smiled and wrapped her arms around him, he pulled her close and gently kissed her.

Jaskier

Finally after years of not seeing each other, there she was Y/n...but she was crying. He had hoped when he saw her again she would be happy, smiling running to him and throwing herself into his arms.

But that wasn't the case...

"Y/n?"

She turned...

"Jaskier!"

"Why are you crying, my sweet?" He asks as he gently kisses her neck, he could feel her shiver at the small contact.

"I was missing you."

"Well I'm here with you now...in this pub...with a room upstairs...and the key to said room in my pocket...and in that room his a warm bed you look like you desperately need. I mean how long has it been since you slept?"

"If we go upstairs to your room, I doubt we'll be sleeping." She whispered.

"Quite right, darling. Shall we?" He asked as he took her hand and led her to the stairs.

THE END ❤️

#Jaskier x reader #fyp #fanfic #foryou #foryoupage #x reader #smut #geralt of rivera #geralt of rivia x you #jaskier x fem!reader #jaskier x y/n #jaskier x reader #eskel x reader #witcher eskel #eskel x you #filavandrel #filavandrel x reader #filavandrel x Fem reader #geralt x y/n

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writerdream22 · 1 year

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requested by: anonymous, I sincerely hope you like this ✨🌻💛

pairings: Jaskier x reader, Geralt of Rivia x reader (platonic)

warnings: none

a/n: I tired to make this imagine as fluffy as possible, but I just couldn't help but add a little bit of angst!

feedbacks are always appreciated!

It had been so long since you saw him last. His hair was longer, and he dressed differently. He must have went though hell you thought, and you were grateful that Geralt had found him just in time and brought him to your shed.

“Y/n, you've—” he muttered “— you've changed”

“That is true, my dear Jaskier” you pointed out “I kept the promise. I trained hard, and I became a hunter. Am I finally a hero?”

The bard smiled softly and responded with a nod of his head; then, he cautiously took a step closer to you. You instinctively took a small step back, and it was almost painful to see the man's hurt look.

“She's been through... a lot” Geralt explained, addressing Jaskier while putting a hand on your shoulder in hopes that it would reassure you “And now, all I want is for her to be happy”

You looked up at Geralt and then turned to Jaskier; he was clearly surprised by what the Witcher had said, and you were too. His deep and sentimental words made you realize that, maybe, that was the right moment for you and the bard to rekindle the relationship that you were forced to interrupt many years prior.

“Jaskier, I—” you stammered “—I can't imagine what you've been through, but I do understand what you're feeling right now. I spent many years hoping that I'd see you again, and act like nothing happened. I don't want us to be apart any longer; that is, if you feel the same”.

You gulped: you were now more anxious than you'd ever been in your life, and Jaskier's quietness wasn't helping. You glanced towards Geralt again, and he smiled softly. Then, you took a deep breath and posed your question.

“So, Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove...” you began “What do you say?”

“Lady y/n, seeing that I want to stay by your side as long as you wish me to, and as long as my heart beats... my answer will be a very resolute yes”

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yourloverfromthepast · 1 year

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Jaskier: Truth or dare?

Y/n: Truth.

Jaskier: Do you like Geralt?

Y/n: Ok, dare.

Jaskier: I dare you to tell me whether you like Geralt or not.

Y/n: Well-

Jaskier: And no. Not a random Geralt. The one.

The white wolf.

Geralt of Rivia.

The shirtless and covered in blood man who just entered.

Y/n: HE'S HERE?! WHERE? *turns around to see no one* FUCK, NO-

Jaskier, slapping his hand on the table: HAH, I WAS RIGHT!

Y/n: NO, YOU MOTHERFU-

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aifanfictions · 6 months

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write a cute and wholesome story about (yn) and Jaskier from The Witcher stargazing during a fulll moon as Jaskier proposes his feelings to (y/n) by singing a song

Starry Serenade

Beneath a moonlit sky, (Y/N) and Jaskier found themselves perched on a grassy knoll, their eyes fixed on the shimmering expanse of the heavens above. It was a crisp, clear night, and the full moon bathed the world in its silvery glow.

Jaskier, ever the bard, had a secret he longed to share with (Y/N). As he strummed his lute, he couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves. The stars above twinkled like a thousand ethereal candles, providing the perfect backdrop for his heartfelt confession.

"(Y/N)," he began, his voice a melodic caress of the night, "I've written a song, one that's been echoing in my heart for some time now. I'd like to share it with you."

(Y/N) turned her gaze from the stars to Jaskier, her eyes filled with curiosity and affection. "I'd love to hear it."

With a charming grin, Jaskier adjusted his lute and began to play a sweet, melodic tune. The chords resonated in the stillness of the night, filling the air with a sense of longing and love.

As he sang, the words spilled from his lips like a river of emotions, each note carrying a piece of his heart:

🎶 "Beneath the moon's soft, silver sheen, In your eyes, my heart has seen, A universe so vast, so true, In the night, I found my star in you.

Your laughter, a melody, so sweet, A tapestry of joy that can't be beat, In your presence, I've found my home, No matter where I've dared to roam.

The world is full of wonders rare, But none compare to the love we share, With every beat of my wayward heart, I knew from the start, we'd never part.

So, beneath this moon's gentle light, I'll ask you, my love, tonight, Will you be mine, forevermore, And in our journey, let our love soar?"🎶

Jaskier's voice quivered with emotion as he finished the song, his fingers caressing the strings with a tenderness that mirrored his feelings. He gazed at (Y/N), his eyes filled with hope, love, and vulnerability.

(Y/N) felt her heart swell with emotion, her eyes misting as she reached out to touch Jaskier's cheek. "Jaskier, I..."

But before she could finish her sentence, Jaskier gently placed a finger on her lips, his expression filled with adoration. "Shh, my love, let your heart speak for you."

And speak it did, as (Y/N) leaned in, capturing Jaskier's lips in a tender, moonlit kiss. It was a kiss that held all the words left unsaid, all the feelings that had bloomed between them.

In that moment, beneath the full moon's watchful eye, (Y/N) and Jaskier found their own celestial love story. It was a love that had been written in the stars, and as they stargazed together, they knew that their hearts were forever entwined in a melody that would endure through every night and day.

As the night wore on, (Y/N) and Jaskier lay side by side, their fingers entwined, their gazes still fixed on the stars. They began to pick out constellations together, creating stories for each one.

Jaskier traced his finger along the sky, drawing invisible lines to connect the stars. "See that cluster there? That's the 'Bard and the Beloved.' It's a tale of two souls brought together by fate and serenaded by the universe."

(Y/N) smiled, her heart swelling with affection. "And what about that one?"

Jaskier squinted at a group of stars that seemed to form a graceful figure. "Ah, that's the 'Lover's Waltz.' It's a dance of eternal love and a reminder that love, like the stars, endures."

The night was a tapestry of stories and shared dreams. As the full moon hung high above, (Y/N) nestled her head on Jaskier's chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear. He wrapped his arms around her, creating a cocoon of warmth and love.

"(Y/N)," Jaskier whispered, his voice barely louder than a breath of wind. "I want you to know that the song I sang earlier was more than just a confession. It was a promise. A promise to stand by your side through every adventure, every hardship, and every starry night we share together."

Tears of joy welled in (Y/N)'s eyes. "Jaskier, I don't need the stars to make a wish tonight. I have everything I could ever want right here."

As the night deepened, they drifted into a peaceful slumber, wrapped in each other's arms, beneath the canvas of the night sky. They had found a love that was as endless as the stars, a love that would shine brightly, even in the darkest of nights.

the weeks that followed that magical night beneath the full moon, (Y/N) and Jaskier's love continued to flourish. The world around them seemed to burst with vibrant color and melody, each day filled with new adventures and shared laughter.

Their travels took them to quaint villages, bustling cities, and serene countryside. They encountered troubadours and poets, dined in cozy taverns, and danced in the moonlight. Through it all, Jaskier composed songs that captured the essence of their journey and the love that bound them together.

In a sun-kissed meadow one warm afternoon, Jaskier handed (Y/N) a wildflower crown he had carefully woven. The delicate blossoms framed her face, and he gazed at her with admiration. "You, my dear, are the queen of my heart."

With a playful grin, (Y/N) plucked a few petals from a nearby daisy and started to playfully recite, "He loves me, he loves me not..."

Jaskier's eyes widened in mock concern. "Ah, I see how it is. I shall have to win your favor all over again with a ballad under the next full moon."

As the days turned into months, (Y/N) and Jaskier ventured into the wilderness, where nature's beauty mirrored the wonder they found in each other. They shared quiet moments by rivers and lakes, basking in the tranquility of the world around them. It was in these serene moments that their love deepened, a profound connection that went beyond words.

And yet, their adventures weren't always without their perils. They faced fierce monsters, cunning bandits, and supernatural mysteries that threatened to test their courage and unity. But in each trial, they stood side by side, drawing strength from their shared bond.

One particularly memorable evening, they found themselves in a remote forest where fireflies danced in the air. Jaskier strummed his lute, and (Y/N) joined him with her melodic voice. Their duet filled the forest with music, and the trees themselves seemed to sway to the rhythm of their love.

As the moon rose over the horizon, they settled by a campfire, wrapped in blankets and stories. Jaskier's eyes sparkled with warmth as he spoke, "You know, my dear, I've written countless songs about love, but none have ever captured what I feel for you."

(Y/N) leaned in, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. "Then perhaps it's time to write a new one, a song that's uniquely ours."

They sat together, creating a love song that resonated with their shared experiences and emotions. It was a melody of joy, adventure, and the unwavering bond they had discovered in each other. As the final note lingered in the night, (Y/N) and Jaskier felt their hearts swell with the promise of a love that would last a lifetime.

In the quiet moments before sleep, Jaskier whispered sweet nothings in (Y/N)'s ear, promising to cherish and protect her always. She drifted into dreams filled with the echoes of their adventures, the laughter they shared, and the love that had blossomed like the most beautiful of melodies.

Their love story was a journey written in stardust and woven with the threads of time. Underneath the full moon's gentle gaze, (Y/N) and Jaskier had found a love as boundless as the universe itself—a love that would shine brightly through every night and day they shared together.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

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moonlightpirate · 1 year

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Inkpot Gods Chapter 2

Its finally here! Sorry for the delay guys! This chapter is what happens while you and Jaskier wait for Geralt and Yennefer and part of this is based on this moodboard by @sweetpeapod master list post here for chapter one ao3 link here

You woke up groggy and uncertain where you were, your last memory was of Jaskier telling to you about how he met Geralt. You look around wondering where Jaskier was. Gasping, you clutch your side as the pain reminds you of your recent injury.

"Oh, good you're awake, I was getting worried." You heard Jaskier say.

The ground beneath you was damp and hard. You could hear what sounded like waves. It looked like you may be in a cave but you had no idea where Jaskier was.

"Jaskier?! Where are we? What happened? Where are you?"

He appeared by your side faster than you expected, "You passed out before we got here. This is a safe spot that Geralt showed me a while back. It's sort of like a cave, but it's really well hidden. I'll show you when you're healed." Jaskier helped you to sit up and he put a gentle hand on your side where he had attempted to bandage your injury over your dress, "I didn't want to pry, so I just tried to wrap the wounds so they would hopefully start to heal. How are you feeling?".

"I'm not sure. It still hurts." You take some of the bandages off, "looks like I've stopped bleeding at least. How long was I out?"

"About a day, I just cooked up some fish. I have some bread, if you're hungry that is."

"I'm so hungry, thank you." You smile up at him.

His face lights up as he grabs the food, and sets it on a makeshift plate in front of you. You eat faster than usual, as the smell of the food makes you realize how hungry you are. After you finish, you both sit together in silence, unsure of what to say.

"How long should we wait for Geralt? Or for Yennefer?" You finally inquire.

"Honestly, I'm not sure. I figure I'll give it a week, maybe less, depending on how you are feeling." He looks at you with such care on his face.

You smile at him and nod, still feeling anxious about being here.

"Also, how are we going to trust them? My parents are convinced it's a shapeshifter that is after me. Do you have any questions you could ask them to confirm their identity?"

Jaskier pondered the question for a moment, "I think so. But please get some rest so you can heal."

Three days pass, and you finally feel healed enough to step outside the cave area to see just how concealed it was. It wasn't far from a beachy area, allowing you and Jaskier to work together to catch some fish to eat. You knew more about plants than he did, and found some edible berries, and other plants to add more than just fish and bread to your diets. To be safe, the two of you didn't really light a fire, especially at night. The cold made cuddling close to Jaskier a necessity, to borrow his body heat.

"You know, I promised to teach you how to sword fight. If we don't hear from Geralt, and decide to leave, it may not hurt for me to show you some moves. Especially since I don't think I'm quite strong enough to save us both in a worst case scenario."

Jaskiers face lit up at the proposal, "Yes, I would quite like that. May help me out some in the future."

"You mean as the sandpiper right?" You ask, you had heard your mother talking about the Sandpiper months ago, and now wondered if it was Jaskier she was talking about.

"How do you know about that?", he inquired looking at you first in shock then looking down at the floor sheepishly, "Honestly, it really is just a title. It's nothing that great." Jaksier blushes.

"Nothing great? You've been saving elves who are being tortured! It truly is a great thing that you are doing. Honestly, I just guessed. I heard my mother say that the sandpiper was someone close to Geralt, so I had a feeling it was you."

You both look at each other for a moment. It's obvious Jaskier is a bit nervous now that you know who he is. You gently place a hand on his shoulder, to show him some comfort.

After a bit, you finally decide to lie down. You were uncertain how much longer it was after you fell asleep, that you felt him lay down next to you, and pull you close to him. You blushed and tried to make it seem as though you were still asleep, as you enjoyed the feeling of his strong arms around you. Oh how you wished this moment would last forever.

The next day after breakfast you started to show Jaskier how best to wield a sword.

After a few hours of practicing, Jaskier heard you laughing and sighed, "What am I doing wrong now?"

"That's not a good stance, or a good way to hold a sword. Here, let me show you."

You walk up to Jaskier, and gently use your hands to move his arms into a better position, and use your foot to guide his legs into a strong stance. Jaskier closed his eyes, he couldn't deny that your touch felt amazing on his skin.

"How's that feeling?" You smile, stepping back and admiring his stance.

"To be honest, it feels weird."

"Try taking a few hits on that tree there. You'll see what I mean." You laugh.

With one fluid motion, Jaskier hits the tree with the sword, and gasps in shock as he makes a dent in the wood.

"Yes! See? Now take a step back, and do it again." You cheer.

You spent the next two days perfecting his sword skills. At the end of the second day, you decided to fake a fight, so he could get the feel of fighting someone else. Of course, between the injury on your side, and to make him feel better about himself, you definitely didn't use your whole strength against him.

"What is going on here?" A female voice inquired.

"Oh Yennefer thank goodness where's Geralt?" Jaskier asked, dropping the sword.

"He's not here with you guys?"

"Do you see him anywhere?" You reply sarcastically.

Yennefer shot you an evil glare before looking back at Jaskier.

"I need to go find him. You are both safer here, unless the fighting I saw you doing wasn't a good sign."

"I was showing him how to sword fight so he can defend himself! Let us come with you to find Geralt!" You shout at her.

"No! I barely even want to leave Jaskier with you! Someone needs to go check on Geralt and it will be better if it's just me rather than all of us."

You glare at Yennefer. She was definitely hiding something from you. Before you can say anything, a man appears behind her.

"No one needs to come looking for me. I am here."

It was Geralt. You look at Jaskier and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Remember to ask him the question, this could be an imposter." You whispered to him.

Jaskier nodded, "Geralt it's great to see you! But before we continue this reunion, to be safe, I have a question for you."

"Hmm?" Geralt grunted, looking annoyed.

"So, when you first met me in Posada, what did you tell me you smelled like?" Jaskier inquired with a sly grin on his face.

"Really Jaskier?" Geralt sighed, " It probably was onions."

"Yennefer the first time I met you after you healed me, what were the lyrics I sang to you?"

Yennefer rolled her eyes, "Toss a coin to your witcher, oh valley of penis."

"Perfect, you both passed the test!"

"Where are my father and mother?!" You shout.

"I am exhausted from the battle, and I need to rest. Then you can ask questions." Geralt grumbled pushing past you and Jaskier, into the cave.

You look at Jaskier, and then Yennefer, feeling hurt and worried. Yennefer just nodded her head to acknowledge she knew your concerns, and made her way into the cave behind Geralt.

You collapse to the ground trying to hold back your tears, as the fear of your parents being dead hit you. Jaskier gently knelt on the ground next to you, putting his arm around you in an attempt to comfort you.

A few days passed and Geralt still wouldn't give you a straight answer about what happened to your family. Yennefer seemed to also do everything she could to keep you and Jaskier apart. Did she know about the prophecy? Was she trying to prevent it? You weren't sure, but right now all you felt was the rising anger in you.

#jaskier #the witcher netflix #jaskier x y/n #jaskier x reader #jaskier x you #geralt of rivia #yennefer #hiding #sword fight #reader insert #sorry if it's bad

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thedoubleexposurephotography · 1 year

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It’s one of the first nights of the reader sleeping outdoors in Jaskier’s world. They look up to see the stars and the moon only to be caught off guard by how different they are from what they’re used to, and are reminded of just how far they are from home. Fortunately, Jaskier is right there to help comfort them.

Pairing: Jaskier x Fem!reader (platonic/pre-relationship if you squint real hard)

Warnings: anxiety attacks

Word count: 2024

Author’s notes: Reader is one of those people who travels the country in a camper van and works remotely. Also, sorry, anon, for taking 2 months to write this. Hopefully you like it!

What a wild day.

Currently you were lying in your sleeping bag in front of a fire under the wide open sky. The night was still. Well, mostly. One of your new companions, Jaskier, he said his name was, was seated not far from where you were trying to sleep playing a lute, an instrument you were sure hadn’t been popular since the renaissance. Your other companion, Geralt, was sharpening his swords, his white hair and yellow eyes gleamed in the firelight. All around the three of you were completely normal night sounds. If anyone happened upon you, they wouldn’t think anything was amiss.

But previously you had been minding your own business driving your camper van along I-90 through Minnesota toward South Dakota for your next work assignment. Next thing you knew the world went bright and suddenly you were definitely not in Minnesota, and nearly hitting the two men you were currently camping with. Once you stopped the van, and once your heart stopped beating like it was staging a coup against your rib cage, you saw Geralt approaching your van with a sword drawn. Immediately you jumped to grab the one weapon you had: your nail bat wrapped with barbed wire (what could you say? You were a fan of, and inspired by, both Stranger Things and The Walking Dead, and you hated guns). You had jumped out of the van to confront both men. Some tense words had been exchanged, but when it became clear you weren't a threat, Jaskier managed to talk Geralt into standing down. All you could really say at that point was “What the fuck?”, “Where the fuck?”, “Who the fuck?”, and after noticing how they were dressed, “When the fuck?”

There was shock on all sides when the three of you realized what had happened. And then another question was added to the list: How the fuck?

To your credit you only nearly fainted.

But once the shock wore off, you started to panic. How were you supposed to make it in a world like this? You came from a world with indoor plumbing and vaccines and being able to change your underwear every day. The people of this world probably still believed in the four humors. How would you adjust? How would you survive?

Jaskier was the one to approach you and try to calm you down. He went to talk to Geralt out of your earshot and when they came back, they invited you to come along with them, at least until they could find someone who might be able to help you.

You are not an idiot. You were a woman who up to that point had been traveling the United States alone in a van. You’d come across your fair share of suspicious and scary situations. That’s why you had the nail bat. You’d learned to listen to your instincts and heed any alarm bells in your head.

When you looked at Geralt and Jaskier, there were no alarm bells. So you agreed to accompany them. It’s not like you had any better options. You went back into your van, packed some essentials in a backpack, changed into more suitable clothing, and abandoned your van where it crashed.

And so here you were now, truly roughing it in a new world with a bard and…..whatever Geralt was (you still weren’t clear on that part).

You couldn’t sleep, of course. Your mind was still racing. You tossed and turned unable to relax enough to drift off. Your brain just couldn’t reconcile the fact that you are in a completely different world. We’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto. This story was The Wizard of Oz, and you were Dorothy, Geralt was definitely the Tin Man, but you couldn’t decide if Jaskier was the Cowardly Lion or the Scarecrow.

With sleep utterly escaping you, you rolled onto your back to stargaze. Because of the lack of light pollution, the view was incredible. Billions of stars twinkled in the sky for your viewing pleasure. The moon was full tonight as well, shining bright and casting plenty of light on the world below. But the more you gazed, the more panic started to bubble in your chest again. It’s not like you expected the night sky to be the same in a different world, but now it was obvious. There was no Orion, no Cassiopeia, no Ursa Major or Minor. Nothing in the sky was familiar to you. The stars were different. The moon was different. The world was different.

You really weren’t in Kansas anymore.

Trying to keep your breathing even so you wouldn’t hyperventilate, you scrambled out of your sleeping bag with all the grace of a convulsing newborn giraffe and raced off to a nearby rock formation so you could have your anxiety attack in peace and privacy.

As you hurry away from camp, Jaskier calls for you, his voice full of confusion and concern. “Where are you going? Are you all right?”

“The stars are different!” Is what you shouted back over your shoulder, your voice cracking with panic.

A pause. “What?”

You spun around and pointed up at the sky. “The. Stars. Are. Different!” You repeated, as if that’ll explain what you mean. You whipped around toward the way you were heading and continued toward the rock formation. You walked around to the far side—out of sight from Geralt and Jaskier—and slumped against the wall of one of the boulders, finally allowing the tears to fall freely.

The sobs that escaped you were ugly and anguished. You were feeling sorry for yourself, but you also thought of your friends and family back home. How they would eventually realize you were missing, how detectives and the police would investigate your disappearance, how there would be no trace of you, how everyone you loved would never know what happened to you and whether or not you were okay. These thoughts cut you to the bone. All you wanted was to go home, but all you could do right now was cry behind a rock and feel sorry for yourself.

Footsteps approached and you quickly wiped at your face and took some deep breaths to calm your crying. You’re not sure why you cared, but you didn’t want Geralt and Jaskier to think you were some blubbering baby. . You didn’t want them to think you were going to be a burden.

Jaskier rounded the corner, and you huffed in annoyance, crossing your arms over your chest. This pity party didn’t allow for guests. You just wanted to be left alone. To his credit, Jaskier looked sheepish at his intrusion. He gave you a bashful little smile, but the look on his face became concerned.

“I know this is a stupid question,” he said, “but are you all right?”

You shot him an incredulous look. “Oh, yeah, I’m just peachy,” you spat sarcastically.

Jaskier held up his hands in a placating way. “Right. Yeah. In my defense, I did say it was a stupid question”.

“And you weren’t wrong”.

The bard sighed. He looked like a kicked puppy.

“Sorry,” you mumbled. “I swear I’m not normally like this. It’s just—”

“No, no, I understand. I suppose I’d also be a bit surly if I was in your place,” Jaskier said. His eyes met yours, and you could see the empathy in the cornflower blue depths. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

You made a sound that was somewhere between a scoff and a bitter chuckle. “Send me back home?” You asked with a wan smile, knowing full well it was impossible for Jaskier to accomplish.

He chuckled. “I would if I could,” he assured you earnestly, and you believed him. “Unfortunately I am but a humble bard, and traveling between worlds is just slightly beyond my abilities”.

“Only slightly?” You teased lightly. “You must be quite the bard, in that case”.

Jaskier smiled. “Perhaps I could serenade you with a soothing song? I’m much more confident about doing that”.

“That’s very sweet of you, Jaskier, but I’m not in the mood for music right now,” you said. “Maybe once the shock of everything has worn off”.

Silence fell between you two. Jaskier was fidgeting like he wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the right words. You scrubbed a hand over your face, also at a loss for words.The tension was uncomfortable, so you let out a little groan of frustration.

“Fuck, I could use a hug right now,” you said, raking a hand through your hair.

Jaskier paused, thinking. He nodded resolutely. “I can do that”.

Your eyes shot to the bard, and you laughed nervously. “Oh, uh, no, that’s okay. I was just being facetious. I wasn’t actually asking”.

Jaskier approached you with his arms open. “Nope. No take-backs. You requested a hug, and a hug you shall have”. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into an embrace. For the first few minutes, you were rigid in his arms, unsure of what to do, but then you figured what the hell, and wrapped your arms around Jaskier’s waist and relaxed into him. The two of you stood like that for a while, and you had to admit, it was comforting. Jaskier had a warm, welcoming air about him that transferred easily into his embrace. Little by little you were able to calm down.

You’re the one who broke the silence first. “I’m never going home, am I?”

Jaskier held you tighter. “I don’t know”. He started rubbing your back in soothing circles. “But Geralt and I will look after you. We’ll figure something out,” he promised you.

You snorted. “Something tells me Geralt won’t be enthusiastic about that”.

“I know Geralt seems like he’s unbearably crotchety and cantankerous,” Jaskier said, trailing off at the end.

You waited for Jaskier to finish the statement. When he didn’t, you asked, “And?”

“No, that’s it. He’s unbearably crotchety and cantankerous”.

A small laugh bubbled out of you in spite of your mood, and Jaskier chuckled along with you.

“Ah, there we are. A smile and a laugh,” Jaskier said. He pulled away from you, still holding you by your shoulders, and gently smiled down at you. “In all seriousness, Geralt fancies himself a stoic mutant who doesn’t feel normal human emotions, but he does care, even though he’ll never admit it. He—we—will make sure you find your footing in this world until we find a way to send you back to yours”.

His words touched you. You’d known this man for less than a day, and he was doing his best to make sure you were okay. The last vestiges of your anxiety melted away, and you finally felt a sense of calm.

“Feeling better?” Jaskier asked you.

Nodding, you replied, “Yeah, I am”. You gave him a small smile. “Thank you”.

He returned your smile. “It’s no trouble at all”. He put one arm around your shoulders and started leading you back to camp”.

Geralt gave you both a look when you returned. Jaskier gave him one back and the Witcher replied with one of his signature grunts . You ignored the exchange, and snuggled back into your sleeping bag. Once settled, you closed your eyes and tried to fall asleep, but you were distracted by shuffling noises on Jaskier’s side of camp. Next thing you knew, the bard was laying out his bedroll next to your sleeping bag and setting his lute next to your backpack. He laid down next to you, settling himself down for the night. The two of you laid on your backs next to each other, gazing at the stars.

Jaskier raised his arm and pointed to a group of stars. “That’s the Winter Maiden,” he said, and told you the story. He points out other constellations and explains the lore to you. You do your best to listen, but after awhile, sleep finally sneaks up on you. That’s how you finally drift off, with the stars in your eyes and Jaskier’s voice in your ears, bringing you the comfort you sorely needed.

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Would you be interested in writing a Jaskier x Reader where the reader is in the middle of a nightmare? Her yells wake Jaskier up and he tries to wake her and finally he comforts her because she's a bit of a blubbering mess while she comes down off of her nightmare scare. Thank you!

yes amazing thank u anon dearest im here for this !!

At first, Jaskier thinks he's having a nightmare. A haunting, shadowy sort of nightmare that's burrowed into his mind and is overriding all his senses: you're screaming, in pain, and there's nothing he can do. His muscles are wound up so tightly they might snap, and they grow louder and louder, into a full crescendo...

And then he wakes, bleary-eyed and slightly confused, the fire outside almost blown to its embers. His jaw aches.

It's not the dim lighting that reveals anything, though. It's that your screams haven't disappeared, despite his certain consciousness: it's like a Kikimora has clawed at his heart, long, sharp claws tearing him to shreds.

He instantly turns to you, catches the beads of sweat glistening on your temple, the crumpled blankets in your fists that he almost feels sympathy for. Every now and then, your whimpers morph into a more desperate cry, a call for help, that Jaskier believes was much louder when he was asleep.

His blanket scrunches into a log by his feet as he scrambles across to you, hands hovering over your shoulders because he's heard that you shouldn't wake up someone having a nightmare. Or is that sleepwalking?

Another cry slices into his heart and he's had enough. He puts a hand to the side of your neck, and one on your shoulder, squeezing lightly and whispering your name. Over and over, like a spell that will pull you back to him and away from whatever hell is flashing behind your eyelids.

His hand on your neck migrates to your cheek, thumb pushing into the flesh and gently massaging: the face is more sensitive, you must be more likely to wake.

Your eyebrows knit together, unhappy wrinkles settling into your forehead as the frightened whimpers return. Jaskier doesn't know what to do, afloat in an ocean subject to a storm, and is about to find Geralt for a potion when--

A strangled gasp interrupts the previous rhythm of sounds, and your wide eyes meets Jaskier's, your hand flying to grip his wrist. Jaskier wants to utter something like a hallelujah, but the thought escapes him when your breaths sound full of pebbles, and fat, hot tears emerge from the corner of your eyes and fall past your temples.

There's hardly a hint of recognition behind your eyes, but with a hand cupping the back of your head and one on your shoulder, he hauls you upright and sits you against something hard. Your shoulders shake and you cover your face with your hands.

Your nightmare rewinds in the heat behind your eyes, seared into your mind's eye. The darkness provides no comfort, your hideout in your hands holding a toffee-like heat, dripping through your fingers and trapping any oxygen from coming through.

Through the sticky heat of your hands comes a voice, a familiar voice that melts away some panic, enough for the light to seep into the gap. You hear your name, and drag your hands from covering your entire face to just your mouth.

You're met with Jaskier's loving eyes, his eyebrows threatening to cross. His hand is on your knee, thumb swiping along your patella, as he looks for an opening.

"Oh, darling," he whispers. "It's gone now, see?" He gestures around the both of you. Sure enough, nothing from your nightmare is anywhere in sight. Just you and Jaskier. And somewhere else, Geralt, probably.

"It's just us here. You and me. Oh, please don't cry," he shuffles next to you, pulling you into his chest. You grip the soft fabric of his shirt tightly, as if he's going to slip away the moment you let him go, and you'll be dragged into the depths of your tortured mind once again.

"I'll fight it. Whatever it was, I'll get rid of it," he says in a low voice. "Better yet, I'll set my guard dog on the monster. Geralt's had a lot of practice." Your soft sobs are interrupted by a hiccup of a giggle, and Jaskier begins to relax.

"There she is," Jaskier's glad when you've let it all out, two hands on your face to really look at you. You offer a small, tired smile, and he leans in to kiss the tip of your nose. When he releases you, you sit as close to him as possible, arms overlapping.

"Bad dreams can be a real ball ache," he says lightly. You hum in agreement, still shaken.

"Thanks for waking me," you say leaning on his shoulder. He grabs your hand and squeezes tightly.

"Always. Will you be okay to sleep soon?" He asks. "Soon," you nod. "Not yet, I think," you inhale deeply. "Can I stay with you? It's fine if not, I just--" "Of course you can," Jaskier interrupts, kissing the back of your hand firmly and lingering. His breath skips across your skin, and you feel grounded.

The night isn't as long with him next to you.

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inlettersdeeplyworn · 2 years

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Valley of Plenty

Pairing: F!Reader x Jaskier

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You, a traveller on your way to Oxenfurt stop the night at a seemingly random inn, where you make the acquaintance of a very interesting bard.

Warnings: Smut, PWP

Authors Note: So I wrote this on a school trip to prove a point to my friend, nearly got caught several times trying to write it, wrote it dead in front of a teacher while talking to them, and actively embarrassed my friend. Happy Birthday dude :]

You noticed him from across the room. How could you not? He commanded the attention of the entire tavern, his lyrical talent capturing the eyes of the whole room. His hands deliberately plucked and strummed along the strings of his lute with a practiced ease, and each step he took sent his wine-red coat swishing, the eyes of the maidens following his every move. You too followed him, drawn to him like a moth to the light. His words echoed in your ears, fuelled by the applause and methodical claps of the audience. Some sang along, but their voices were muted by his own, a beacon among the ocean of noise.

He made his way to you as he sang of the Witcher, and soon he was right in front of you. You could see his deep blue eyes, and in an unexpected surge of bravery, you reached forward and grabbed his hat, placing it on your head. He shot you a wink as he sauntered away from you, and soon he had finished his song with a definite strum.

After a momentary pause, another song started, and you turned to the food that was beginning to grow cold on the table in front of you. As you ate, the music began to slow as the bard finished his song. He bowed to the many cheers of the audience, blowing a stray kiss or two at the women who crooned and smiled at him. You couldn't blame them, you would have to be blind to not acknowledge his beauty.

He had a sharp jawline, highlighted by the slanted cut of his hair. His eyes were a piercing shade of blue, and the many rings and acessories that adorned his body shone in the dim tavern lighting. Turning back to your meal, you allowed yourself to enjoy the calm, comforting environment of the popular bar. After a few moments, someone above you cleared their throat. You looked up and met the eyes of the bard, his eyes fixed onto yours. "May I?" He gestured to the seat in front of you. "Oh, of course." He sat down, settling a plate of food infront of himself.

"Jaskier" he said, extending his hand towards you, and as you shook it, you told him your name. "You have something of mine" He said, glancing to where his hat rested on your head. Your face went red as you reached to remove it, but he stopped you. "I don't mind if you keep it for a moment longer. Are you travelling alone? Or with friends." He asked, lacing his fingers together and resting his chin there. "Alone. And you ?" You asked. "Your reputation implies that you are quite rarely alone"

He smiled at that. "Today, dear stranger, I am as alone as a blooming mountain flower". His words, like his songs, were full of metaphors and prose, a quality that you'd never seen in a person before. "Well I hope you find some company dear bard. But I leave for travels in a days time, so it's best you seek another's company." You stood and went to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist. "Stay a little longer?" His voice was soft and the hand on your arm was warm, callosed fingers soft despite their hardened tips.

"The night grows old, Jaskier, and I tired." Despite your words, you made no attempt to move from his gentle touch. He stood, towering over you slightly. He bent down, leaning into your ear as he murmered "If you change your mind, dear, I'm room number four."

He leaned back up, flicking the brim of his hat as he took it from your head. You turned around, walking to your room. The second floor of the tavern served as an inn, and as you entered your room you sighed. Walking to your bed, you changed into more comfortable garments, laying down in your bed, shuffling to get comfortable. You closed your eyes to sleep, but you could only think of him. His gentle touch, and you couldnt stop yourself from thinking what he would be like, how he would treat you. He'd be gentle, you decided, take care of you. He'd kiss you softly, hold you close, take his time. Images flashed through your mind and you woke with a start.

The voices of the patrons had long died out, and the moon shone high in the sky. You lay there, remembering the dream you'd had of him. His soft kisses, his gentle touch, his quiet whispers. You didn't understand how one man had such effect on you. A stranger on all terms, he shouldn't have plagued you as much as he did. You lay still for a moment, contemplating your choice, before muttering "fuck it" and getting out of your bed. You walked to your door, opening it quietly and walking across the hallway. The hall was dead silent, illuminated by the moon and the soft, flickering lights dipping fron under the door of, of course, Room 4.

You knocked, so softly that you yourself could barely hear it, and you waited. After a brief moment, the door opened, light spilling into the corridor. He stood there looking down to you as the warmth of his room spilled into the cold hall. "Your bed cold too then?" He asked with a grin. Although it was clear he hadn't been sleeping, he wasn't doing anything of substance either. The clothes he wore were far plainer then those he performed in, the various jewellry that previously adorned his neck, fingers, and hands was gone, bar one plain necklace which design you couldn't see beneath his low-cut creme shirt. "I was beginning to think I would have to keep myself company" he grinned. "But clearly not. What brings you to my door at this time of night, dear stranger?" Not giving you time to answer, he pulled you inside his room. The fireplace illuminated the space, various bottles of ink and pages of parchment scattered along most flat surfaces. Scrawly handwriting and small drawings dotted the pages, and a well-loved Lute lay on a table near some parchment.

A warm haze settled in the room, the fireplace's small size not hindering the roaring flames engulfing the logs. "Well?" He asked expectantly, leaning slightly on the closed door. You turned to face him, pulling your eyes from their roving state to meet his own. His eyes were darker, something in them sparking heat deep within your gut. Coming closer to you, he repeated his question. "What brings you to my door at this time, dear stranger?" His voice was hushed, gentle and low, and your eyes flickered briefly to his lips before they focused back on his eyes. He placed his hands gently on the dip of your waist, a warm weight sending goosebumps along your arms. "I.. I don't know" you stuttered. He drew you close, your hips flush against his, and you could feel your face getting redder by the second.

Your breath felt caught in your throat as he leaned toward you, your faces mere centimetres apart. "I think I know why you're here". His breath was warm and his voice was impossibly low, eyes locked on your own. You both stood there for a moment, frozen in time. The spell was broken when he leaned in, a feat that seemed impossible with how close you already were. "All I need is a yes" he murmered, his hands warm and electric where they rested on your waist. Your voice was caught in your throat and you could only find it within yourself to nod.

That seemed answer enough for him, and he closed the distance between you as kissed you. His lips were soft, far softer then you'd imagined, and warm, so warm, and you gasped as he kissed you gently. Your hands moved to cup his cheeks before sliding to the back of his neck and grasping his hair. He broke the kiss to push you against the wall, connecting your lips once more in the matter of a few seconds. His teeth gently tugged at your lips and you let out a surprised noise. Jaskier deepened the kiss, pressing his chest flat against yours, his body's warmth making the room infinitely hotter. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, and you moaned brokenly, tugging at his hair. He gasped and his hands grabbed your own and pinned them against the wall. His leg slipped between your own as he got closer, effectively immobilising you.

Suddenly, the space between you couldn't have been smaller. Each movement of his lips was hypnotic and addicting, his hands gripping your wrists in place against the door as the kiss changed, becoming faster, passionate, possessive. As you parted, you moaned softly, your eyes meeting his. You struggled slightly against his grip in arousal and his hands clenched around your wrists. "Oh no, dear heart, I'm not letting you go now" he said, leaning in to kiss you once again. Your lips moved in tandem with his, the room feeling hotter and hotter with every slide of his lips against your own.

You let out a surprised noise as he picked you up by your thighs, hands resting below your legs as he held you. Your arms settled to wrap around his neck comfortably, your body now level with his. He pressed himself closer to you, his body slotting neatly between your legs. He pulled away and you whined, face flushing as you did so. "Please" your throat was dry and your voice soft "don't stop". Jaskier flashed a grin at you, something so simple causing you to go red once again. "Oh love, we're just getting started". He began to place dry kisses down your neck, making your heart skip a beat, his mouth traveling lower and lower down your throat, sending shivers down your spine. He began to suck on the hollow of your throat, long, wet kisses as he drew whimpers and moans from your lips. As he pulled away, his eyes met yours, "If we continue, I doubt we will stop" he said. "I think its already too late for that," you said, leaning in to kiss him again.

He picked you up, and you wrapped your arms around his neck more securely with a yelp. He carried you over to his bed, laying you down on it before climbing over you. His eyes travelled along your body and you could feel yourself turning red under his gaze. "You'll be the death of me, dear heart. You're gorgeous". He leaned in to kiss you again, a quick kiss, taking off his shirt as he pulled away from you, tossing it to the side carelessly. You found you couldn't look away from him, breath caught in your throat as you unashamedly stared. The bard was far fitter then you'd expected, defined muscles and pecs covered in a layer of well-groomed chest hair. The necklace he wore dangled gently above you, rocking slightly, silver and gold catching the light of the fireplace in a stunning display of glimmer. He placed his hands at the hem of your shirt, and after a moment, pulled it off of your body, throwing it off like he did with his own. He leaned in for another kiss and you couldn't help but watch his muscles flex as he lowered himself to you, hovering over your body without crushing you. His bare chest was inches from your own, and you placed a hand on his chest, the other resting on his hips, tracing aimless patterns along his ab line as he kissed you.

He slowly moved his lips, trailing kisses down your neck, following the V of your collarbones as his kisses travelled closer and closer to your breasts. He lifted his hands, thumbs gently flicking over your nipples. As you moaned, he dipped his head, placing a wet kiss on your breast before taking a nipple into his mouth, lightly sucking on it. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, and you moaned softly as he contiuned his minstrations, sucking along your breast as he held your waist like a lifeline. With each movement, you felt yourself getting more and more arouse, moans breaking through the otherwise silent room, filling it with an erotic ambience. His head moved, kissing along your chest as he moved from one breast to the other, taking it in his mouth once again. You could feel your arousal growing, and you began to buck your hips upwards in search of friction. His hold on your waist tighetened as he stilled you, and you whined softly at the overwhelming sensations he was making you feel.

It felt like an eternity and a mere second at the same time before the bard began to move, kissing softly down your chest, lower and lower, leaving a trail of wet, warm kisses that sent shivers through your body in his wake. He stopped at the edge of your pants, eyes meeting yours. You flushed red as he began to fiddle with the drawstring of your pants, making no attempt to remove them fully. "May I?" he asked, and you nodded. His voice sounded wrecked with arousal, at least an octave deeper, with a low tone that sparked a heat deep in your gut. He began to slowly remove both your pants and underwear, exposing your body to him. You couldn't help but feel embarrased, and you closed your legs together to hide, but he placed calloused hands on your thighs as he spread your legs wide. His head dipped down, and your mind completely went blank as he began to place soft and warm kisses on your inner thigh, moving closer and closer inwards. He kissed your clit and your hands instinctively moved to grip at his hair as you whimpered and arched your back.

A fiery warmth spread through you as he worked his tongue with long, languid strokes, alternating between those long licks that ran along the entire length of your cunt, and short, sloppy ones that focused on stimulating your clit specifically. He began to suck on your clit and you tugged at his hair, tipping your head back in pleasure. He moaned lowly when you pulled at your hair, and despite your current circumstance you still felt yourself blushing like a virgin at every noise that escaped him. He kept moving, continual licks and sucks that brought you closer and closer to the edge, and you could feel your body shaking. His actions stopped, and for a brief moment you were confused, but that quickly vanished as he began to enter inside of you with his tongue. Subconsciously, your legs tried to close, but he kept them open, hands bracing your thighs as he fucked into you with his tongue.

Replacing his tongue with a long, calloused finger he continued to lick at your clit, and while you'd never to the light of day admit it, his fingers brought you far more satisfaction then your own. His were thick and long, able to reach deeper and futher, and he moved them with such ease and confidence that you couldn't help but wonder where he'd picked up all of this talent. He continued to lick along your clit, stretching your walls with his finger. You tugged at his hair again and squirmed when his moans sent a series of vibrations along your clit. You could feel your orgasm coming closer and closer, and a dark corner of your mind worried that you'd ruin this too soon, but when he added a second finger to you, curving them to hit inside of you just right, you came. He didn't stop at this, continuing to move his fingers inside of you, and as he removed them, he placed one long, definate lick along the length of your pussy.

You felt dazed, and close to exhaustion, your eyes closing as he moved up and kissed you. In your haze, you noticed a strange, slightly bitter taste on his tongue, and realized you were tasting yourself, a fact that turned you on far more than it should have. He pulled away and you noticed your differing states of undress. While he was still in his pants, most of his body covered (or at least somewhat modest), you were entierly naked, and you reached to his hips to undo the drawstring that kept them lying low. You took a moment to appreciate him, his beauty unparalleled by any other man you'd seen in your travels.

His pants came off, and you were kissing again, bodies meeting sweetly as your lips slid together. Your hand trailed lower, but he grabbed it and pinned it next to your head. "No, darling, I have something else in mind." He entwined your hands, the contact more intimate than anything else you'd done, and you couldn't help but blush at his words. "I'm going to fuck you now, okay?" He said. He looked breathless, eyes scanning across your figure in clear appreciation. Your eyes met his, green met blue, and you muttered breathlessly "sounds like a plan", before he kissed along the hollow of your neck. He slipped a finger inside of your entrance and you moaned softly. "Let me hear you, dear heart. Let me hear everything you're feeling, your thoughts. Let me hear you sing." He emphasised his last word with a second finger, stretching you with sharp yet gentle movements. His movements sped up as he stretched his fingers inside you, curling and flicking.

His fingers found something inside of you that set off waves of pleasure and you moaned, squirming and grinding down onto his fingers, trying to both escape and increase the stimulation of his fingers inside you. He sucked dark bruises into your neck as he continued to finger you open, and you could feel yourself unravelling, hands digging into his sides in pleasure. "Fuck, please, Jask" you begged "I'm so close, please". Your body felt alight, and he removed his fingers. You whined, the weak noise making him laugh slightly. He didn't stop marking you, though, even as he began to gently push into you. As his cockhead breached your walls, you could hear him cursing softly. While his fingers had been able to slip in and out of you with ease, his cock almost hurt to take. It was far thicker then his fingers, and filled you up so neatly. He sucked purple marks into your collarbones as he continued to push further into you, and each centimeter seemed neverending. His hips met your skin and you both stopped as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside you. He straightened himself, and you couldn't help but stare at him. His muscular torso was taut, his fair skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat that made him look as though he was glowing in the firelight. Your eyes followed the trail of chest hair that travelled lower and lower, and you were reminded of his cock inside of you as he began to move his hips, his hands finding place on your waist as he fucked into you.

He started slow, and you couldn't help the soft, sweet moans that fell from your lips with his each movement. He began to speed up, and you found it impossible to stop the stream of words that flowed from your throat. "Fuck, Jask, just like that. Gods, please, don't stop". Your words encouraged him and he began to fuck harder into you. One particular thrust hit a spot deep inside of you and you cried out, head tipping back into the bed in pleasure. "Gods, right there, please, right there". He began to move with a purpose, and you swore that he must've been magic, because he continued to hit that spot within you. "Keep doing that, please" you begged, and he did, not slowing or speeding, not going softer or faster, just doing the same thing, moving inside of you at a nearly brutal pace, as you felt your release come closer and closer. "Jask, I'm gonna come." He didn't stop, and you came, walls clenching around him as he fucked you through your orgasm. "Doing so well for me love, so well."

He didn't stop, though, fucking your overstimulated cunt as you whined, flipping you over to your stomach and resting a hand on your back. The new angle felt incredible, the length of his cock able to reach further inside of you. "How are you doing, my dear?" He asked, not stopping his movements despite his question. You moaned brokenly, unable to respond. Your tongue felt like lead in your mouth and your throat felt dry. You felt dead tired but also incredibly aroused. You'd never experienced something like this before, and you knew that you'd likely remember it for the rest of your life. He continued to fuck you hard, his grip on your waist never wavering even as his thrusts became sloppier, more desperate, as he chased his release. He pulled out of you at the last moment, kissing the back of your neck while he stroked himself, his release landing on your back.

You felt selfish for not wanting it to end, so in a moment of complete bravery (and perhaps not exactly thinking), you turned and cupped his face in your hands, kissing him fiercly. His hands rested at the nape of your neck, and as you parted you asked unthinkingly "Can I ride you?" Your face flushed almost immediately, and he looked at you, slightly taken aback, but that was immediately replaced with a sharp grin. "Oh dear heart, you haven't the fainest clue what you do to me". He lay down on his back and you straddled his thighs, your wet pussy rubbing softly along his length as you grinded in his lap for a moment. Your legs felt like jelly as you positioned his dick, slowly lowering yourself onto it. Your thighs were trembling, and your stomach seemed to be flipping and twisting as you settled on his lap. This was the deepest you'd ever had a man inside of you, and the rush of control that flowed through you was exhilarating. You rolled your hips and moaned, closing your eyes and tipping your head back.

You could feel his hands resting on your waist as you continued to slowly grind on his dick, subtly lifting and lowering your thighs. He moaned with each movement and you slightly sped up, leaning forward and placing your hands on his chest. You pressed featherlight kisses along his sternum as you ground in his lap. You moved upright again, moving up and down on his cock, your breasts bouncing as you moved. The angle of his cock inside of you formed a knot in your stomach, and as you fucked yourself on him, you couldn't take your eyes off the gorgeous man beneath you. His head was leaning back on the mattress, mouth open as sweet moans passed from his lips, as he breathed out your name and various terms of endearment and muttered nothings of praise. His chest moved up and down as he took deep breaths, and you could feel the callouses from his hands where they rested at your waist. Occasionally one hand would leave your waist to pass through his hair, sweeping it from his eyes to reveal clear blue that seemed to take you apart with each look. You could tell he was watching you too, gaze unwavering as his eyes racked up and down your body with an erotic tone.

"Doing so well gorgeous, doing so fucking well." His words were mindless as he fucked up into you, thrusting up to meet your hips as you lowered yourself. "Fuck, I'm so close" you moaned, tipping back your head in pleasure as you moved on his dick, hips moving up and down desperately. Your thighs burned from the excersise, adding to your exhaustion yet making the pleasure even more enjoyable. You came for a third time like that, fucking yourself through your orgasm on him. You felt him come inside of you too, and you moaned with him as you slowed down. His hands slid down to your hips and pulled you from his cock, placing you gently on his chest. "Sit" he said, pulling you close to his face. Carefully, you hovered there for a moment, and he laughed softly. "My love, I can't eat you out if you're a foot away from my face. Sit." You sat, slightly lifting yourself on your thighs. He placed his hands on your inner thigs and began to lick, gentle swipes of his tounge as you whimpered on his tongue, the sensitive feeling of your clit almost painful. He continued to lick along your slit, pressing his mouth to your folds as his tongue licked up and down your pussy. He sped up, his tongue rough and dedicated as he licked and sucked along your slit.

He pressed his tongue inside your hole, licking along your inner walls, and you grabbed at his hair, tilting back your head in pleasure as he cleaned you with his tongue. He continued to lick long stripes along your slit, sucking at your clit and drinking in your moans. Your body felt so sensitive, and as he continued to lick along your cunt, you could feel that familiar knot building in your stomach. "Jask" you moaned, tugging gently at his hair as your legs began to slightly tremble. He hummed, the vibrations further stimulating your sensitive and wrecked pussy. You continued to whimper as he brought you closer and closer to the edge again. "Fuck, please, I'm so close". Your words seemed to spur him on and he sped up slightly, flicking his tongue along the bud of your clit as you came for a second time on his tongue. Your thighs fought against his hands as you lost your strength, the exhaustion finally overpowering your arousal.

You slid off his body, sitting upright on the bed, and he rose, walking over to a basin to grab what seemed to be a wash cloth. You watched as he walked away, willing yourself to stay awake as he began to gently run the wash cloth over your body, wiping away sweat and come that was on your body. As soon as he had finished you lied down, head dropping heavily onto the pillow as your eyes began to close. You registered briefly as he helped you place a familiar creme shirt over your body. He lay down next to you, pulling you to his chest and wrapping an arm around you as you fell asleep, holding you close to him. Despite the warmth that the fireplace brought, he still felt like a warm weight for you to hold close.

The next morning you woke to that same warmth, strong arms wrapped around you, a hand fiddling with the short strands of your hair. "Good morning, dear heart." Oh. His voice in the morning was so similar to the one you'd heard last night, and your face flushed red at the memories of what had happened. "Good morning, Jaskier." You mumbled, cuddling closer to his chest. He was so warm, and the barest rays of sun had made themselves known through the window, so you knew it to be early. "I, uh, best be on my way" You said after a moment. "Why? Where must you go?" He asked. For a brief moment you indulged the fantasy that he may want to see you again, know you as yourself, but that was wishful, right? "I'm travelling to Oxenfurt. I have some business to attend to." You said. "Ah, I travel away from Oxenfurt. I don't supposed I could convince you to come with me?" You went red. He wanted to stay in contact with you? "I... I truly wish I could. But this is something I've been putting off for too long."

He nodded as if in understanding, and then moved, standing up and walking over to the table covered in various pages of parchment. He had put on some pants, yet the sight of his bare chest and back still made you go red in the face. How juvenile. He grabbed a quill and scribbled something down in ink onto a sheet, bringing it over to you. "Here. How about we communicate, yes? So when you've finished your business in Oxenfurt we can perhaps meet again." The paper he'd given you had the address of an inn near the grassy knoll. "Don't leave me lonesome, dear. I'd hate to keep myself company." He winked, and you blushed, smiling back at him. Eventually, you'd begin to get dressed, collecting your clothes from where they lay on the floor. You'd have to leave his room with a wave and smile, a familiar hat perched neatly on your head. You'd eventually arrive at Oxenfurt with the address tucked neatly into your pack, his hat protecting you from the worst of the sun, and you'd settle into your room at the inn to write a letter, but for now, you pulled him back into the bed, and shared a warm moment with a man who'd taken your heart in his hands.

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watch-that-writer-burnnn · 2 years

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Be gentle with me

Pairing: Jaskier x reader

Prompt: "I need you to wake up because I can't do this without you"

Summary: reader wakes up beside an unconscious Jaskier after the pair are attacked. Angst, followed by fluff.

Warnings: angst, unconscious/injured Jaskier and reader, some blood, prelude to smut

Words: 930

A/n: I'm highly sleep deprived and don't even know what I'm writing anymore. Hope you enjoy! Please feel free to let me know if I've made any mistakes in the warnings.

Your vision swam as you opened your eyes, waking from unconsciousness. You blinked slowly as your head rolled limply on your shoulders, confusion creasing your brow. Where were you? Captured and held prisoner, or left somewhere to succumb to your injuries?

The room - or, rather, the shallow cave - around you gradually came into focus, and thoughts flooded back to you. The ambush, a fight, the bard...

"Shit! Jaskier!" you yelled, the memory of his bloodstained face crashing into your mind as you threw your head back, crying out in pain as it connected with the cold rock wall behind you. Your groan of agony twisted into a gasp, as you noticed the nearby form of the bard lying unmoving on the rough stone floor, his back to you.

You did your best to crawl towards him, whimpering as you fought to ignore the agonising throb of pain in the side of your head.

Reaching his side, you ran your hands through his soft brown hair, scared to turn him over and examine the extent of his injuries. This was all your fault.

"Jaskier... Jaskier... Jask!"

Your patience eroded as the bard gave no response, and panic began to clench your throat.

"Oh gods, Jask... Please... Wake up!"

You grasped his shoulder, gently shaking him. Still no response.

Choking back a sob, you struggled to flip your friend onto his back. This was tricky in your weakened state, and he was heavier than he looked.

You cried out softly at the sight of his usually pretty face beaten and bloody.

Fluffy fringe matted with a dark liquid, one cheek swollen and bruised, soft lips cut and dripping with blood...

You swallowed, forcing yourself to do what you'd been avoiding - you lowered your head to his side, eyes level with his chest and watching carefully for any sign of movement.

It seemed like an eternity before you finally spotted the barely perceptible rise and fall of his chest, visible through the low cut of his undershirt - his doublet must have been stripped away by your captors. You too were left only in your undershirt and pants - robbed and left to die, with no weapons and no sign of Jaskier's lute. He would be devastated when he woke up, you thought, eyes skimming across his battered yet strangely peaceful face. You reached down, tracing first his cheekbones, then lips with a shaking finger.

"Jaskier... Wake up, Jask. Can you hear me?"

You sobbed in defeat, burying your face in his chest, tears seeping into the soft hair there.

"Jaskier. Please. I need you to wake up. I need you to wake up because I can't... I can't do this without you!" you yelled, helplessly slamming your fists into the ground.

You slumped over his prone body and the tears continued to flow, fueled by the guilt of your failure to protect your helpless bard. You slipped a hand into his own, gently squeezing his cold, limp fingers.

A small groan shook you from your dark thoughts. Your head shot up and your hands rushed to either side of his face.

"Jaskier!"

"Hey..." he strained to form the words, grimacing in pain as he did so.

His mesmerising blue eyes began to scan your tear streaked face, his expression brimming with worry as he asked, "Are you alright?"

"Am- am I alright?" you couldn't help but laugh.

"My sweet bard, if only you could see yourself right now- and you still think to ask if I'm alright?"

Jaskier didn't respond, instead attempting to sit up. You slipped a hand around his waist and one behind his neck to help support him, his pained whimpers making you flinch.

You sat facing each other now, his warm breath tickling your face, and you noticed Jaskier's gaze flick to your lips. You couldn't help but let your eyes drop to his mouth, and before you knew what you were doing, you'd pulled him closer, lips tingling as they brushed his own. Jaskier seized his chance, dragging you in for a passionate kiss, his warm lips working against your own, leaving a slight taste of iron from the cut on his lip. You deepened the kiss, shuddering as he pulled you into his lap, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. You moaned into his mouth as he ran his fingers down your back, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake and causing you to arc your body against him. Jaskier moaned, hungrily engulfing your lips with his own and shuddering with the pleasure of your touch as you began to grind your hips into his.

Gods, you'd both wanted this for so long.

What you first took to be a pleasured whimper from the bard, as you ran your hands up his shirt to massage his back, quickly turned to one of pain. You pulled back, remembering his injuries, and mentally kicked yourself for being so selfish.

"Oh, Jaskier I... I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Are you alright?"

To your surprise, the bard flashed you a grin, before pulling you in for a kiss.

"Much better now."

You smiled into his mouth as he hummed contentedly against your lips. Before either of you had the chance to lose yourself in the other, Jaskier pulled back, stroking your hair and neck and making you shiver.

"Just one thing, love... If we are going to do this, just... Be gentle with me, would you?"

You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

"Of course," you mumbled against his skin, heart pounding. Despite your injuries, you couldn't help but feel a little glad the two of you had been left alone together.

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