Yennefer, oh the sweet siren that often frustrated you and haunted your dreams. The two of you have known each other since the first time Tissaia brought her to Aretuza. You were fascinated with the little piglet at first, having been much older than her, she sparked your curiosity. You sensed the magic she carried, it was a strong smell of berries or maybe that was her perfume. You didn't care, Tissaia did though, and she told you that she’d rather have you be with the sorceress than some man of the court.
So here you were, in bed as Yennefer laid beside you, her head resting on your chest and your fingers drawing random patterns on her arm. It was slow when she started biting your skin, leaving soft hickeys in her trail. You laughed, clearly, the woman was an insatiable siren. You flipped the two over, locking her arms above her head as you necked her nose. Her dark hair splayed over the pillows and bright violet eyes stared back into yours. “Oh bite me!” Yennefer’s voice was playful as she spoke. You looked back at her, pupils dilated with lust “If you insist.” Your teeth sunch into her sweet spot right above her collar bone as she let out a breathy moan. “Dear gods, I didn’t think you’d actually do.” Yenn’s voice was breathy, her eyes still staring at the ceiling while you left your mark on her her neck. You didn’t respond, your chilled hand sneaking it’s way up her thighs. A smile on your face as you did so.
Hi!!!! Can I suggest some soft Yenn/Reader? Maybe Yenn has some tangles in her hair so Reader (her gf or bff honestly don’t mind which!!) helps detangle them and braids her hair before they settle in for the night?
A/N: I’m so soft for Yenn :(
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“Fucking hell!”
You lifted your head from the book in your hands to find Yennefer sitting at the vanity at the end of the bed.
“What’s the matter, darling?” You asked her.
“I’m just frustrated! Why can’t anything ever go right for me?” She pulled the brush through her thick hair once more and it became caught on a tangle. She ripped the brush out with a few more curses and all but threw it down onto the vanity.
You put the bookmark between the two pages you were reading and put the book down on the bed beside you. You slipped from the bed, quietly moving around the bed to get to the vanity.
“Darling, you need more patience.” You kissed the top of her head while you reached around her to grab the brush.
“What I need is for the gods damned universe to not be against me for one day!”
You said nothing and instead, you parted her hair into two sections.
She fell silent, allowing you to begin brushing her hair. You were gentle with her, careful to not pull any of her hair.
“Are you still upset about Ciri?”
The mage let out a heavy sigh.
“She’s still mad at me for not letting her go into town on her own.”
“Geralt told her no too.” You reminded her.
“But she thinks I made him say no.” Yennefer brought her hand up to rub her temple. “Why am I always the bad guy?”
“Ciri is young and she wants to grow. She doesn’t know that you tell her she needs someone with her is for her safety.” You carefully brought the brush through her hair again.
Yennefer was quiet and for a while, you didn’t think she’d bring up the subject again.
“What if she grows up and we aren’t as close as we are now?” She murmured quietly.
“Yenn, you know that won’t happen. She loves you dearly. She’s just…. She’s at that age where she thinks she doesn’t need you anymore, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.” You moved to put the brush down now that her hair was tangle free.
Yennefer turned her head to look at you, a little smile barely there on her red stained lips.
“When did you become so knowledgeable on children?”
“When the love of my life became a mother to a very stubborn and strong little girl.” You smiled back at her, giving her a little kiss on the lips. “Can I braid your hair before we lay down?”
She nodded softly.
“I know you were just frustrated earlier, darling.” You started, your fingers sliding through her dark hair. “But things do go right for you. Maybe not always, but you do have a good life.”
“I know.” She sighed. “I was just frustrated. I have plenty to be thankful for. My life has meaning. Ciri, Geralt…. Even Jaskier…. And you.”
Your eyes flickered up to catch hers in the mirror. You smiled a little more and your stomach fluttered.
“I’m thankful you’re so patient with me.” She told you. “I know I’m not the easiest to be around.”
“If I wanted easy, I would have settled down with the man my parents wanted me to marry.” You assured her. “I like the challenge you bring, no matter how difficult it is.”
She laughed softly.
You finished braiding her hair and tied the bottom of it.
“There. Are you ready for bed?”
She nodded, standing to her feet. She didn’t let you move too far away from her. Her fingers laced with yours and she leaned in to kiss you.
“I love you.”
“I love you.” You leaned against her for a moment, kissing her cheek. Your hand slipped around her waist, hand pressing flat to the small of her back. You pulled her in a little closer.
You stayed like that for a few moments, listening to her even breathing and enjoying her warmth.
Then she started to move, taking your hand from her back to hold. She tugged you towards the bed.
You smiled at her, giving her hand a little squeeze.
How lucky, you thought, to be able to call this woman yours.
A/N: This is absolute shit and so short and has no plot but I am struggling so hard right now : / but I’m still taking requests even though most of them are sitting in my box because my brain has decide to be a little bitch and not work
Warnings: none really, implied nudity and implied smut but no actual smut
Word Count: 1.0k
You couldn’t look away from her, deep pools of mulberry enticing you to lose yourself in her gaze. She was extraordinary, the most exquisite being you’d ever laid eyes upon. And here she was, in your bed, beneath your blankets, and smiling softly at you.
The both of you were crowded in the center of the bed facing each other with her knee between your thighs. One of her hands was tucked beneath the pillow her head rested on. Your arm was folded underneath your head while your opposite hand rested on the very little space of the bed separating you.
A thin layer of sweat coated both of you. Your heart was still racing from the events of earlier. You were basking in the afterglow, your veins buzzing with pleasure and happiness.
“I could lay here for a thousand years without ever needing anything else.” You murmured to her, trailing your fingertips from her soft lips down the front of her neck.
Her hand took yours away from her neck so she could kiss your fingertips.
Your eyes caught sight of those scars on the inside of her wrist. Your fingers carefully wrapped around her wrist and you tugged, urging her to let you control her arm. You kissed the inside of her wrist, brows furrowing together softly at the sight of her scars.
“I wish I could’ve met you earlier.” You breathed against her wrist, eyes closing tightly at the thought of all the pain she endured in her early years.
“You wouldn’t be here right now if you saw what I was before this.” She whispered, pulling her hand away from you. She removed herself from the bed completely, retreating and closing ranks within herself. She often did this when things between you two became too intimate, when the voice in the back of her head screamed at her, telling her that she wasn’t worthy of your love, of your attention.
“You don’t know that.” You sat up in the bed, holding the linens to your chest.
“Like hell I do.” She snapped, standing from the bed and turning to face you. “Everyone is the same. They’re drawn to my beauty. They only cared about me once I looked like this. When I had a crooked spine, no one gave a damn about what happened to me!”
The fire in the hearth grew with Yennefer’s voice. Your lips parted as you looked to the fireplace for a moment, afraid the flames would spill out into the room.
“That isn’t fair, Yennefer. We never met then.” You looked at her. “You don’t know how I would have treated you had we known each other then.”
She shook her head and picked up her silk robe from its place on the floor.
“Yennefer, love, don’t-,”
“I need to leave before I hurt you.” Her words came out quick as she wrapped the robe around herself and left the room.
You brought your hands up to cover your face. You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself before following her.
You tugged on a shirt that was a few sizes too large for you and padded out into the main room of your house. She was sitting at the kitchen table, her hands clasped together on the wood and her eyes set on the front door.
“Love?”
Hearing the soft pet name come from your lips made Yennefer look in your direction.
“It’s awfully cold out here.” You shivered and rubbed your hands together. “Please come back to bed.”
Her eyes lingered on you before she looked away.
“I can’t stay much longer.” Her words tore at your heart. “I should’ve left a long time ago.”
“Don’t.” You shook your head, moving towards her. You got down on your knees in front of her, situating yourself between her knees. “I am begging you, Yennefer. Don’t go.”
She looked down at you with her brows drawn together just slightly. Tears blurred your vision as you looked up at her.
“Why do you care if I leave?” She asked quietly, her hand coming out to cup your cheek. Her thumb brushed a tear from your cheekbone.
“Because I need you.” You leaned into her touch, your eyes closing softly. “I love you more than I could ever tell you.”
“You shouldn’t love a broken thing like me.”
You opened your eyes as you looked at her, shaking your head again.
“You aren’t broken, my love.”
She gazed down at you like she almost pitied you. The poor soul who fell in love with her, with a mage who wouldn’t be able to give her the life she deserved.
“You’re too strong to break.” You leaned in to kiss her cheek. “But even if you were, I don’t care. My mother, she taught me to care for things that were broken. To put them back together so that they are whole again.”
Your lips brushed across hers before you pulled back enough to see her eyes.
“So even if you don’t believe me, if you truly believe you are broken…. Then let me make you whole again.”
A little smile tugged at her red stained lips. Her lipstick was smudged and her ebony waves were messy but you didn’t mind.
“You’re too good for me.” She leaned forward to kiss your forehead. Your eyes fluttered shut as shivers traveled down your spine. You smiled at the feeling of her warm lips on you.
“Come back to bed. Please?” You looked at her, taking your bottom lip between your teeth.
Yennefer stood up, her hand brushing over the back of your head. You looked up at her, your heart fluttering at the sight of the mage now towering over you.
“That sounds lovely.” She pulled you to your feet and slipped her arm around your waist, kissing your lips before she started to move towards the bedroom.
You were stuck in place for a moment, your feet frozen to the floor as you watched the woman you loved saunter back to your bedroom. She let the robe fall off of her shoulders just as she was almost around the corner. She turned to look over her shoulder at you, giving you a cheeky smile.
You giggled softly and followed after her.
Note: I don’t technically have a Yennefer taglist yet so let me know if you want to be on it. I am gonna tag a few people who I think would want to be on the taglist just because they wanted to be tagged in everything I write because at one point I was a somewhat good writer but now I wanna put my head through a wall @wayward-dream @jennylovelyheart @romancebibliophilia
