Fandom: The Witcher
Pairing: Jaskier x Reader
Word Count: 779
Prompt: “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”
Rating: T
a/n: Just going down the list of the smut prompts as practice til I get requests. This time I left the line exactly as it was written. It’s really just implied smut but I still like it. It is once again featuring Jaskier because that’s where my brain is at these days but it will extend to other characters in other works someday.
“This is never going to work,” you grouse from behind the screen Jaskier paces in front of, eager to see you in your new attire.
“You are going to be the loveliest woman there, no one will ever doubt for a second that you belong there,” he insists, picking up a secret, final piece you don’t know about yet.
“I’m going to come out but don’t you dare laugh,” you say, your tone miserable.
“I would never laugh at you, sweetling, now be brave and let me see you already,” he says impatiently.
You shuffle past the privacy screen and can’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes just yet, positive you’ll hear laughter or worse, judgmental silence, soon enough. When Jaskier had suggested you go undercover as a noblewoman at a party to help them with their plan you hadn’t really believed it would get this far. Then Jaskier had shown up with arms full of packages and you were shuffled off to the room to get ready and now you stood before him.
Jaskier knew words. They were the tools of his trade and he was proud of his vocabulary. Yet it fails him as he takes you in. Your h/c hair falling softly down your back instead of up in its usual, practical ponytail. The way the emerald colored gown contrasted beautifully with your s/c skin and helped your e/c eyes shine. He doesn’t know what to say and finally you look up at him.
“This was a stupid plan, I told you it was, I’ll take this off and then we can tell Geralt to convince someone else to do it,” you say as you begin to walk back to the screen.
“No!” Jaskier stills you with his hand and gently pulls you back around to face him.
“I’m sorry I just… I didn’t have the words. Y/N you look…”
“Like a noblewoman?”
“No, that is not nearly a grand enough descriptor. You look like a Queen and a Queen needs one final touch to fully assume her role,” he says, holding out the item he’d hid from you while you were out shopping. It’s a simple enough item, a velvet choker with an emerald green stone in the center that goes perfectly with the dress.
“Oh Jask, it’s too beautiful, you shouldn’t have,” you say, touched that he had seen something so beautiful and thought of you.
“I should have and it is not anywhere near as beautiful as the lady who wears it. May I?” he asks, gesturing to your neck. You scoop up your hair and hold it out of the way as he steps behind you and carefully slides the choked around your neck. As he works with the little laces to secure it you become aware of how close he’s standing to you, how intimately his fingers caress the back of your neck. When the final string is pulled taut his hands don’t fall away quickly as you expect but instead you feel him press a bit closer until his whole body is aligned with yours. His hands trace the choker, brushing up against the velvet of the fabric and the warmth of your skin. He can feel your heart beating faster in your throat as those long, nimble fingers caress the choker, ensuring that the emerald is sitting truly centered. You look up in an attempt to distract yourself and find that you are both facing a mirror. You see the look of utter infatuation in his eyes as they intently scan your face and neck and décolletage, a look you’d thought you’d seen before in glimpses but always played off as a trick of your brain. His eyes glance up and you catch each other’s gazes in the mirror, his hand stalled around your throat.
“Jask…” your voice trails off, fearful of breaking the moment but struggling under the weight of the tension.
“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat,” he says, eyes never moving from yours in the glass. He blinks suddenly and with a small, rueful smile removes his hand. You step apart far enough to face each other properly again and Jaskier picks up the jacket he had removed while carrying in the garments.
“You’re incandescent,” he says and spins towards the door, “I’ll tell Geralt we’re ready.”
“Your hand looked good there,” you blurt out suddenly. He pauses and turns back towards you.
“What?” he asks.
“Your… you said your hand looked good wrapped around my throat. I agree,” you say. A wicked smile crosses Jaskier’s face and he begins to slowly undo his half-buttoned jacket.
I would love to see a Jaskier x reader with Prompt #10! Congrats on the milestone
This is for you nonny, thank you!
You can blame @raspberrydreamclouds for this one, I wrote it while we were talking about Geralt’s thighs.
Prompt 10: First date
Summary: modern AU; You meet Jaskier during an outing to a bar with a friend. The rest is history.
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The Bar
You had been infatuated with the lead singer of the band playing as soon as you had walked into the bar, your friend seeing your face before smiling viciously. The two of you had headed to the bar, standing and waiting for drinks while you were teased whenever your eyes strayed back to the singer. He was just so delicious looking you couldn’t tear your gaze away, the tight red pants didn’t help matters either.
Eventually the band took a break for drinks and your friend dragged you over to them, introducing themselves before reaching back and tugging you next to them as the singer’s attention turned to you. You froze as you met a clear blue gaze, stuttering as he introduced himself as Jaskier. “It’s my stage name, Julian just sounded so boring.”
At some point your friend managed to slip away, leaving you alone with Jaskier, not that you noticed with how focused you were on the conversation. He had to leave to go perform again, but not before extracting a promise you would grab drinks and food with him after last call. Your friend had reappeared with another round of drinks as the music started up again, sending you a wink to which you responded with a glare. You couldn’t deny that the way Jaskier kept glancing over at you throughout his set sent butterflies through your stomach. You were so reluctant to move from your spot next to the stage that your friend ended up buying drinks for the rest of the night so you wouldn’t have to move. It paid off, Jaskier pulling you up on stage for the last song, pulling your back against his chest as you danced. He kept his hands on you the entire time, only pulling away to finish the last verse before tugging you back as he dipped you, placing a sloppy kiss directly on your lips.
You gasped into his mouth, surprised but not upset with this sudden development, kissing him back with a passion while the crowd screamed below you. Jaskier had raised his fist in triumph, keeping a hand on the small of your back as he led you off stage. Your friend had found you to let you know they were leaving, and to “wish you good luck with the rest of your night” they had declared with a suggestive glance at the man who had only just left your side. Jaskier reappeared quickly, his band members having shooed him away from clean up for the night.
Hand in hand, you laughed as the two of you raced down the sidewalk, giddy smiles on your faces. You both were slightly tipsy, but not enough to really hamper having a good time. You had quickly found yourselves in a 24/7 diner sharing fries and milkshakes. Hours passed and you had slowly wilted, Jaskier slipping into the booth next to you to drape his leather jacket over you. You leaned against him, eyes glancing up to see him staring down at you. Your gaze flickered to his lips and back up, all the confirmation he had needed as he wound a hand in your hair, other hand wrapping around your waist as he pulled you close. Your lips met, the chocolate and strawberry flavour of your milkshakes mixing when he licked at your bottom lip, your gasp letting his tongue explore your mouth.
The two of you parted when the need for air overcame the need to be close to each other, lips slightly puffy from kissing. You grinned at him, giggles escaping your lips at the sight of a dopey look on his face. Tapping his nose, you asked. “When’s the second date?”
He rubbed his nose, wrinkling his face at the tap from you before confusion flitted across his expression briefly. “Second?”
“Well, this was our first, wasn’t it?” You had grinned coyly as you traced a hand down his chest, stopping just short of his belt. You egged him on, pouting as you watched his eyes flicker to your lips and back up, shuffling impossibly closer to his body as you laid a hand on his thigh. With a slight growl, he stood and threw some money on the table, grabbing your hand to pull you behind him as you laughed, using your free hand to clutch his jacket to your body.
You had quickly found yourself in bed, a rough and wild night spent with the singer. The next morning had saw you back at the diner, Jaskier grinning at you as he declared this your “second date.”
