Jaskier x fem!reader
word count:0.9k
Warnings:spoilers for season 3, apart from that just fluff
Summary: You didn't see your friend Jaskier for a long time, since he split up from your group after the events at Kaer Morhen. So, when Geralt suggested that you ask the bard for help, you were more than happy to see your singing friend again…
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You watched the scene in front of you unfold with a smile on your face. Jaskier´s sweet voice was slowly lulling Ciri to sleep, after you had spent the evening playing cards against each other. Jaskier, of course, had lost all of his money to the young girl. Finally seeing her smiling again, having fun again, after all she's been through lately, made you feel like it was still worth fighting for. For Ciri, and her future.
“What are you thinking about?”
Your head shot up, as Jaskier suddenly stood in front of you, his slender frame towering above you.
“Just thinking about our journey so far”, You mumbled, as you slowly stood up, starting to gather the plates at cups from the small table you had been playing cards at, until a few minutes ago.
“Anything in particular?”, Jaskier smiled, as he helped you clean up, picking up a plate.
“Oh, maybe the one time, Geralt and I saved your ass?”, you chuckled, playfully hitting his arm.
Jaskier mockingly opened his mouth, acting like he was utterly shocked by your words.
“Fine then”, he mumbled, stepping closer to me,”Remember when I taught you how to dance, that one particular evening where you had too much ale?”
You felt your cheeks redden, as you remembered how much of a fool you had made yourself. even Geralt had laughed at your sloppy dance moves, and Geralt never laughed, ever.
Jaskier had seemed to notice your discomfort and slowly stepped closer. He looked down at you for a second, before carefully grabbing your hands.
“You know, I always thought you were the most beautiful Dancer, I had ever seen in my life.”, he smiled, causing you to blush even more. Since when were you so easily flushed? You were a great fighter, that had been through many battles along with your companions. But now you were a blushing mess in front of the smiling bard.
When you didn't say anything in return, Jaskier just continued to recount the story:”Not because you were the best at dancing or the most experienced, but because you enjoyed yourself. You were having fun to no end, just being yourself. That's what I´ve always loved about you, Y/N.”
You were speechless at this point. You always knew that what you felt for Jaskier was different than what you felt for Yennefer or Geralt. It was more than friendship. But you never believed that he was feeling the same way, in fact you still didn't believe it.
Against all your better judgement, you slowly pulled your hands away from Jaskier and excused yourself, saying that you needed some fresh air. And within seconds, you had left the small hut, stepping out into the night.
Taking in a deep breath, you looked up admiring the stars that glistened in the sky. Upon seeing your breath come out in small huffs, you realised how cold it was. You slowly started walking around a bit to conjure some warmth, but it had no effort. After two laps around the hutt, you were still shivering. You debated going back inside for a second, but you didn't quite know if you were ready to talk to Jaskier again.
The decision was made for you, as you felt how Jaskier´s coat was being wrapped around you. The purple material easily engulfed your form, preventing you from shivering. You turned your head to see said bard standing behind you, one of his hands was resting on the small of your back, as he wrapped the coat further around your form.
“Thank you.”, you mumbled, looking back down.
“You seemed cold”, he smiled, now stepping in front of you. His hands came up to adjust the collar around you. You felt his touch linger, as his bright eyes shifted towards your face.
“Y/N”, he suddenly said. His hand rose to gently caress your cheek. Slowly leaning into his touch, you listened to his shallow breathing to calm yourself down.
“Jaskier.”, you finally said, looking up at him.
He only sighed, seemingly not really knowing what to say:”I-I havent been honest with you,Y/N”
“About what?”, you uttered quietly. He didn't say anything for a second, just staring at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
“I really want to kiss you.”, he suddenly blurted out.
You only smiled at him:”then do it.”
It only took Jaskier mere seconds to press his lips to yours. You felt his hands pulling you closer by the waist, as he deepened the kiss, his lips softly working against yours. Only as you parted, you actually realised what had just happened. Yours eyes widened, as you looked at his dreamy face.
“I've wanted to do that for ages”, he admitted. A smile crossed your lips at his words:”I´m glad that you finally did.”
“Oh I could kiss you again a thousand times, my love”, he chuckled, slightly squeezing your waist.
“I wouldn't have a problem with that”, you whispered, before connecting your lips with his once more.
Bonus:
Ciri´s eyes slowly fluttered open, as the soft sunlight hit her face. Upon sitting up in her bed, she started to look around the room in search for her two friends. She expected them to be in their separate beds, still sleeping but Ciri couldn't help but to smile at what she saw in front of her.
Right there, just a few metres away from her, you and Jaskier were huddled up together in the tiny bed. She could barely see your smaller form, as Jaskier was laying on top of you, his head resting on your chest.
“I knew it”, she mumbled to herself, before slowly getting up to get ready for the day.
summary set 2x2 , jaskier accompanies ciri and geralt to kaer morhen and meets the only female witcher; and as the party continues, one thing leads to another
wc 1.5 k
tags smut, p w/ plot, d/s dynamics, sub jaskier, not rlly any foreplay, making out, intentional lowercase
an this is my first actual fic so I hope you guys like it <33 also I still suck at summaries and this isn't proofread😭
you had reached kaer morhen a few days earlier, the winter bringing you and most other witchers back to the place you had called home. you had left to go get food from the market, as the men couldn't cook if their lives depended on it. as you entered, arms full of meat and local greenery, your eyes locked with a man you hadn't seen in a very long time
the meat and plants dropped to the floor, forgotten as you rushed to hug him. his strong, arms wrapped around yours, and as your nose met the crook of his neck, you were hit with the smell of woods, sweat, and horse; some things don't change after all. as you pulled away you smiled at the man.
"geralt, fancy seeing you here"
a faint smile graced his face as he laughed, "fancy seeing you here as well, y/n"
your eyes dart to behind him, seeing a girl no more than 12, her green eyes studying you, trying to get a sense of who you are. to her left, a man in a red jacket, with a pretty face. he seemed interesting enough. you walked over to them both, giving them a warm smile.
"I'm y/n pleasure to meet you both" you outstretched your hand to the girl who took it after staring at it skeptically for a moment, she shook it.
"I'm cirilla, nice to meet you miss y/n"
you laughed and she looked at you confused "you can call me y/n cirilla"
"alright then... y/n" she replied
turning over to her left you were met with grey eyes staring into what felt like your very soul.
"the names jaskier, pleasure to meet you" he stated as he grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles. you chuckled, feeling your face burn a little.
"pleasure to meet you as well, I take it you're a bard?" you state eyeing the lute strapped to his back
"indeed I am" he chimed taking a slight bow
you looked back to the food you had haphazardly thrown to the ground, as you picked it back up you nodded to the group
"dinner should be ready in around an hour, be there or you shall be what people eat morrow, and while I cook, you all need a bath you reek of horse and sweat" ordered, but the smile on your face made you look far less intimidating than you'd like. you sauntered off after, they became preoccupied with eskel, who had made an entrance after hunting a leshy
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as you were nearing the end of your cooking, you heard women laughing and music starting to play. great, a party filled with the village whores, what fun this was going to be. you ladeled the stew into a bowl, expecting both geralt and jaskier to be out mingling with the ladies. as you walked out you saw cirilla looking down, following her eyes you saw the men drinking, the women flirting, many dancing, and doing other things someone her age shouldn't beat witness to. you made your way up the steps, hearing the noise she came closer to you.
"I've bought you stew, would you like to go to your room and chat?" you say as you offer her the warm bowl. she takes a moment to decide, and with a nod of her head she leads her through the hall into one of the rooms, the floor was still wet due to her bath, so you made a note in your mind to clean it as she slept. you both sat on the bed, sharing a peaceful moment of silence.
“so how did you become a witcher? i thought only men could” she inquired, her eyes gleaming with what you swore was.. admiration?
“well it was a process, and quite a difficult one at that” you sighed, continuing “it was even more so because the trials are more catered towards men” she scoffed as you went on “the trial for grass, for example, was already extremely hard to pass and i’m the only woman to have ever passed it, and dozens have tried, so i guess i’m either extremely lucky or talented, for my ego i like to go with talented”
“that’s quite ridiculous,” she says plainly. her face becoming one of sheer panic seconds later “not that you’re the ridiculous one- id never mean that- it’s just that- well i meant that the trials were ridiculous not you!” she says, stumbling over her words and talking faster than the speed of light. you laugh, and her expression morphs into one of confusion
“it’s quite alright i understand what you meant” her shoulders relax as she sighs. you look behind her, the opening in the wall showing that it was already a while past nightfall, the full moon outshining even the candlelight. “with that said, it’s quite late and a beautiful young lady like you needs her beauty rest” she laughs at that and agrees.
after you bid her goodnight you make your way back downstairs, the party was dwindling in numbers. it was safe to assume that they were all in some secluded corner doing god knows what. as you stood at the foot of the staircase you scanned the room for the bard from earlier, he was quite nice on the eyes and seemed to be an interesting character.
you heard someone come up behind you, and you turned around to find the same grey eyes observing you
“we meet again, bard” you say giving him an amused glance
“so we do y/n” he replies, something in his eyes is different but you can’t put your finger on it just yet
“enjoy the little party going on? we haven’t had one in ages” you looked back to see the chaos ensuing he nods and stands to your right, the smell of leather and lavender hitting your nostrils, baths truly could do wonders.
“it’s quite nice but to be honest, speaking to you is nicer”
you look at him, somewhat shocked at his forwardness and your eyes lock for a moment. you look away in a heartbeat, you felt like your face was burning from the tension. and as his hand brushes against yours you make eye contact once more and something shifts.
less than a few seconds later youre both leaning in. the kiss breaks after an instant and then chaos ensues, you grab him by the arm and drag him to your room giggling like children on your way there.
you pushed him back onto the bed and climbed back onto him, resuming your assault on his lips, your hands wandered into his hair, running through it. slowly traveling from his neck, to his arms, to his chest . before you knew it he was taking his shirt off and you taking yours. your lips clashed once more, fighting for dominance, but with a hand to his neck he immediately faltered.
he looked up at you lips swollen and wet. hair disheveled, chest falling up and down with eyes asking, no, begging for one thing. more. you indulged him, after all, you wanted him as badly. you pushed his pants down and pumped his length a few times, his voice breaking as he repeated, almost like a mantra,
“more, please give me more, fuck-“ he inhaled sharply as you pressed down on his leaking tip, it would be more than enough to make his entrance not painful for you. you lined him up with your entrance and glanced at him
“are you ready bard?” you asked, looking for any signs of displeasure in his face
“yes, now please just fuck me-“ he gasps out, having been fully sheathed inside you in one swift thrust. you didn’t let him finish his sentence, nor his train of thought as once you started to move, his head went west. the only things he could do was let out broken moans and beg you to not stop. you sped up, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten. you were close and so was he, you could hear it in his voice. it was getting higher and higher, hitting notes he could only dream of under normal situations. with one final thrust you came, him following suit shortly after. after you rode off your orgasm, you got off of him.
he was staring into space, seeing stars, so it took a moment to register the warm cloth being pressed against his legs. he looked at you and you straightened
“i’m running you a bath, the water will be warm soon” you said and began to put your clothes back on
“y/n” he called out as he beckoned you forward. once you were close enough, he pressed his lips against yours in a slow, soft kiss
“yearning” you said once your lips parted
“what?” confusion evident on his face and in his tone
“yearning, that’s what i saw in your eyes earlier” you said recalling your encounter from earlier in the night
“oh, i mean you can’t blame me, you are a beautiful women” he says, a cheeky grin spreading across his face
you roll your eyes at that and walk towards the bath, checking the temperature again
your eyes meet, the same thought striking your minds
- set 2x2 , jaskier accompanies ciri and geralt to kaer morhen and meets the only female witcher; and as the party continues, one thing leads to another
yennefer of vengerberg;
# solace
- yennefer gets injured and finds solace in y/n of narok, a healer in the mountains
