Rating: mature (mentions of sex ~ drinking ~ swearing)
Pairing:Yennefer x Jaskier
The first time they fuck they’re both drunk.
Jaskier had been flush with coin, having found work with the alderman as some sort of squire, writing letter after letter and organizing payments for tradesmen whilst the fat bastard sat in his chair eating fresh fruits and guzzling wine, his fat little fingers adorned with rings of gold and studded with jewels. He had been rude and crass, making it clear to all that came before him that he was better than them and taking great joy in making them squirm and snivel. Yennefer had wanted to hex him but Jaskier had just smiled and winked, assuring her that there would be no need. She had learnt early on in their little adventure that the bard was quite cunning and devious and she knew that whatever he had done would do just as much damage as she would have so she didn’t push the matter even if she had wanted to.
As much as Jaskier had disliked the whole experience the man had paid shockingly well and they had been able to afford a hot meal and a good few rounds of the taverns best available wine. They had been well on the way to being pleasantly buzzed when someone had spotted Jaskier’s lute and had all but dragged the reluctant man into the middle of the room, demanding he play for them and Jaskier, though rather reluctant, had. They weren’t his best songs, no mention of the white wolf but that was to be expected. They were trying to hide from Nilfgaard not draw unwanted attention to them and that was all any mention of Geralt would do. The people didn’t seem to mind though, enjoying them all the same and after an hour when Jaskier had bid the gathered crowed goodbye there had been even more coin in his purse. So the wine had flown freely and they had descended into drunkenness quickly as they traded tales of their lives that most likely were not true in the slightest.
She didn’t really remember all that clearly how it had happened. There had been some teasing, Yennefer mostly making digs at the bard when he turned away yet another blushing maiden and one or two less the subtle men. There had been some insults about his capabilities that Jaskier had taken as some kind of challenge and before she even really knew what was happening they were back in the room, her back pinned against the door and their mouths pressed together in a hard and demanding kiss.
I’m look for writing prompts for something I’m planning in the future. This can be anything whether it’s a line of dialog, an action or a scenario. Hell, even a random object or word. It can be for any genera, any time period, any country. It can be angst or fluff, romance or fighting, smutty goodness or nightmare enduring. I want anything and everything.
I’m primarily a fanfic writer and that’s mostly my hero academia with my main pair being Bakugou x fem!reader x Todoroki but I also write stuff for the Witcher tv series (Geralt x Jaskier) and most recently shadowhunters (Jace x Simon). So please hit me up with specific prompts for these or even throw me some curveballs.
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Jaskier had a secret. A very well hidden secret that he had crafted a life round and no one seemed to notice the things he couldn’t quite control. Like the aging for instance. How everyone had failed to notice that he wasn’t getting any older was beyond him but people tender to see what they wanted to and as he was just a humble bard people tender to look right past him. Well except for those who saw him as the fine specimen he was but that was an entirely different matter.
Jaskier loved, well love and he loved the passions that came with it. He fell in love as easy as he fell into others beds and he fell just as quickly out of it. He seemed to inspire love and passion where ever he went, drawing attention to him with a flourish of his hand and a charming smile. Some might call he a talented flirt, a well practice rouge who seemed to know exactly how to charm his way into people’s hearts and consequently their beds. Jaskier would say it was his calling, his true gift to inspire love and lust be it with his songs or his charms and there had been many a soul who he had helped find love over the years, pointing them in the right direction when they had seemed completely and helplessly out of the depth. There were couples all over the continent that owed their happiness to Jaskier, not that anyone ever seemed to thank him for it. Honestly if he didn’t get so much joy out of it he might have considered stopping but we digress.
