#yeraskier

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.

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.

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.

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