#yeraskier

[mattussy-murdock]

forget the fics where the love interest isn't like "oh i hope they're gay !!! i hope they aren't straight !!!" i want a fic where they know damn well this person is gay. like, you'd have to be blind, deaf and dumb to not be able to tell this person is a flaming hot homo.

[thebardjaskier]

going absolutely off the rails thinking about geralt and yen becoming just feral if anyone threatens jaskier

[cherryjuicegf]

"you look good with my hand around your throat" for yennskier or geraskier, im not picky

thanks for the prompt dear!! i went with yennskier and peppered in some feels cause they're just like that, hope you enjoy 💕

wc 567, explicit under the cut, light d/s, choking

"you look good with my hand around your throat."

There is something intoxicating about towering over Jaskier, looking at him from above. Yennefer feels a flicker fluttering in her stomach.

She has yet to find what it is, this thing that makes her smile and burn as he stares back, that makes her want to rip him apart and put him back together, have him be terrified of her and besotted at the same time. Show him she stands tall, above and higher than any other time, show him everything she ever dared to hold back.

And there he is, gazing at her, eyes wide open and pupils blown wide, hands pulled over his head and he has forgotten how to move at this point, she knows. Only, he stares.

And she, violent and ruthless, lowering herself on his cock with force, their bodies jolting together and she doesn't intend to stop, not until she has him begging, not until he is drained and still asks for more. Because that's what she does. Taking apart. And any chance she has to repair, she grips it tightly lest it slips again between her fingers.

Jaskier gasps as she slams onto him, lips hanging open and limp, cheeks flushed and eyes fighting to stay open as though he doesn't dare lose her sight. Every now and then a soundless whine escapes his throat and it's tempting now as he bares it freely, head falling back, his skin sweaty and unblemished.

Pace steady and sharp, she smirks and wraps her hand around his thoat, relishes as his eyes pop out of their sockets and he lets out a choked gasp as she presses down just enough to hear his breath hitch. The terror herself. Unapologetic.

As though to repay her, he parts his legs wider and shifts the angle, making her cry out as she fucks herself on his cock.

Gods, she hates him. Hates the faint smirk on his lips, the daring look in his eyes as though he's challenging her to destroy him, and she does. She tightens her grip on his throat, feels the vibrations of a stolen moan, and smiles. "That's it." Breathless herself. "You look so good with my hand around your throat."

She does. Takes him apart because that's what she does, and then, then she will fix it. Yet Jaskier is looking at her in a haze as though she has enchanted him, terrified yes, but also enthralled, in awe, loving. And the flicker in her chest bursts into a fire as she realizes nobody has ever loved her despite the ruin. Because of it.

His lips curl in a smile and his throat bobs in an attempt to speak. "Beautiful," he chokes out, no more than a breath. "You're beautiful."

And then he thursts back into her as if to prove a point, once, twice, and she finds herself whimpering his name, feels him spilling hot inside her as she reaches her orgasm too, and fucking her through it.

And then she gasps and lets her hand fall from his throat and stills. He seems content to be inside her still, if she is to judge from his constant smile. She chuckles, shakes her head. "I hate you."

He laughs and she notices around his throat, her fingers have started to bruise. It suits him. "You are beautiful," he says and looks absolutely wrecked.

Her eyes are burning and she can't help but grin.

[julek]

pls talk about lying spell thingy

lying spell thingy! i don't even remember precisely what it is i wanted to do with it — jaskier gets hit with a spell that only allows him to tell lies? i think? i'm so sorry i wish i could say more lmao

here's a bit:

Geralt watches the flames.

He can hear Jaskier’s soft snoring from the bed behind him, the familiar beating of his heart. He doesn’t need to turn around to see the way Jaskier’s face is probably all scrunched up, his mouth hanging open — endearingly, much to Geralt’s chagrin — and his arms hugging the pillow to his chest. He knows the image by heart.

Jaskier had been gone for three days before Geralt had realized something was wrong. Novigrad had always had that sour taste that filled Geralt’s senses the moment he walked in through the gates, the atmosphere charged with violence and mischief and trouble — the same atmosphere that could easily reel in a foolish, adventure-seeking bard into an unnamed sorceress’s bed, trading safety and familiarity for the thrill of affair.

Unsurprisingly, it had ended badly — with Jaskier bound to a bed, his mind weakened and still clinging to the tendrils of the sorceress’s magic, after having been deprived of food and drink for the entirety of his stay.

ask me about my wips!

[hailhailsatan]

Jaskier is writing in his notebook, Ciri is drawing pictures in her notebook next to him on the floor. Geralt is sitting on the couch watching them.

Ciri: okay, but, if everyone in the world, they all wrote a poem, surely all the poems would be written. You would run out of words and rhymes and-

Jaskier: There are millions, billions, trillions of words! Words to say how many words there are. We wont run out.

Ciri: why?

Jaskier: there are just too many. You could write an endless poem and never run out.

Ciri: why?

Jaskier: even if you could run out of words, you could make up words, it's just endless!

Ciri: why?

Yennefer walks into the room, putting her keys on the table.

Yennefer, to Geralt: How long's this been going for?

Geralt: Two hours. Your turn.

Geralt picks his jacket up and kisses Yennefer on the cheek, smiling, then leaves.

Ciri, to Jaskier: but why.

[ajfanfic]

Why yes sir, Geralt, Jaskier, and Yennefer are all trans and in love, why do you ask?

[thebardjaskier]

this season really said yeraskier rights thank fucking god

[cherryjuicegf]

10. your answer is very important

10. on a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice?

ALWAYS apple juice