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justleaf · 1 year

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Thought this little event would be a perfect opportunity to get my writing gears started again. Ilu @witcher-rarepair-summer-bingo.

Quite thankfully Iorveth/Roche were under 500 fics when I looked (and contributed HEHEHEH), and I've also sprinkled in 2 other tiny pairings.

Words: 400

Pairings: Iorveth/Roche, Ciri/Cerys, Roche/Ciri

Warnings: Mentions of sex

Tags: Bisexual characters, mentions of a one-night stand, teeny bit of alcoholism and smoking

Prompts used: Mistaken for a couple, Accidental confession of feelings, Reminds me of you, Cuddling/Snuggling

From the drunks at the tavern to Lambert in the dungeon, Vesemir had heard his fair share of rowdy individuals. But the commotion that the two were causing were of a completely different pedigree.

So with a stern expression and his hands on his hips, he marched out into the light of the courtyard.

“Will you two lovebirds quit it?!”

Roche stopped mid-yell and Iorveth stared at him with pure horror. For a moment Vesemir was taken aback - was he that scary?

“We’re not a couple,” Roche murmured, then swiftly turned heel and left.

Oh.

He had been so sure.

Iorveth cracked his knuckles, more than ready to pick the argument right back up from where that old witcher had cut it short.

He knew where he’d find Vernon - off smoking on the other side of Kaer Morhen, with a bottle of Temerian Rye to stave off his demons.

He slammed the door wide open for the extra theatrics, but when he cast his eye on the d’hoine sat on the moon-drenched balcony, the words died in his throat. His mind felt numb.

“What do you want?” Vernon rasped, his expression lax and the red high on his cheekbones.

“You.”

“There’s one more thing about Kaer Morhen I didn’t tell you about,” Ciri blurted out.

They were laid on Cerys’ generous chaise, empty glasses in hand and emptier bottles of wine strewn about them.

“Sounds scandalous, do tell.”

“I slept with one of Geralt’s friends.”

“No way! Who was he?”

“Vernon Roche, don’t know if you’ve heard of him. He had trouble getting it up and needed a bath, but it was a good time.”

“Good with his hands and mouth, I presume?”

“Certainly. Reminded me of you.”

“I’m sure I can do better.”

Ciri smirked.

“Shall we find out?”

“You’ve slept with Princess Cirilla,” Iorveth brought up one cold spring evening.

“Where did you hear that.”

“The word spread after the Temerian-Nilfgaardian Assembly. Cirilla asked after you, and when Emhyr asked how she was acquainted, she proclaimed: ‘we’ve fucked’.”

Roche sunk into the pillow, consumed by embarrassment.

“Day after we kissed on the balcony. She was interested. I wanted to see if I still liked women.”

“You’re so stupid,” Iorveth chuckled, but wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him closer anyway.

“You still chose me,” Roche grumbled, but tangled their legs together and sunk into his embrace.

#drabbles #FUN EVENT #I HAD FUN WRITING THESE HEHEH #rorveth #ciri/cerys #vernon/ciri

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bookcalanthedaily · 1 year

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ciri x cerys

prompt: 'reign"

rating: G

word count: ~300

sent in by anon.

" i want my reign to be just. i want people to live in peace and prosperity. like... "

" like in cintra? " cerys was suddenly interrupted, amber eyes raising at the intruder, but whatever anger she might have felt otherwise, melted the second she saw who it was, and recognised the voice. she smiled. " there she is. "

ciri entered the room, arms spread wide, as if she was announcing herself. the men of skellige galnced over at her, bowing their heads. she was and would always be the lion cub in ther eyes. the ard rhena's granddaughter.

" we are done for today. " cerys dismissed them, and the men all left the chamber, grumbling something between one another. ciri couldn't help a laughter.

" you really sound like my grandmother. " she said, shaking her head as her arms wrapped around the sparrowhawk's neck. they kiss, and it is a long kiss, full of pasison.

" i hope that is not a bad thing. " cerys sais at last as they pull away from each other, lungs burning for breath.

" in this room? no. " ciri admitted. hands brushing against the beautiful red braid. " her reign was great. and so will be yours. " she assured.

cerys nods her head. modron calanthe was, in truth, the one cerys had looked up to in her childhood, after all. it felt good, to be compared to the lioness herself. and by ciri, no less.

" thank you, jaskółeczko. " little swallow. that nickname fit ciri well. ciri chuckled.

" you're welcome. but i do hope you will leave that attitude in this room... i would rather not feel like i am with my grandmother in the bedroom. " she teased. a laughter escaped the queen of skellige.

" promise. "

#ciri #cirilla fiona elen riannon #ciri of cintra #cirilla of cintra #cerys an craite #queen cerys #the witcher #the witcher 3 #the witcher fanfic #ada's rarepair drabbles #cirys #ciri x cerys #cerys x ciri

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valorousflower · 9 months

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Enduring Devastation (v; champion of light)

Petal Sprint. With the rose trail behind her, she sped her way throughout the forest trees, then up the mountain where she can get a better view of where this new superfortress of the Classic Order was. The last one was destroyed by Eiji Kawamura, the Hornet. This time, things will be different, much different with Fumiko around.

Superfortress Kilo. Just like any superfortress, it was a powerhouse, and had no weaknesses. The newly forged hexagonal composite plates that the walls had, of the 2040s. Extraordinary cybersecurity that even Kawamura himself can't get in. Lasers, turrets, rockets of ground and anti-air and heavy machine guns littered around the area. An energy forcefield to protect the place from heavy fire, which is also seen in its Colossus Tanks. Heavy laser turrets that destroyed superweapons in the air coming at it. Multiple strong aircraft on standby. Multiple hidden bunkers around the terrain of the superfortress which armor divisions can enter to catch their attackers by surprise. Classic Order supersoldiers found shelter to a place like this, and would defend the fort at all costs.

And, this was the home of the four star general Cerys Rose. She has seen the struggles of the lone Champion Fumiko in her battle against the forces of the Desolation, now it was her chance to step in and help. Worst of all, her archnemesis had poison and fire, her two main weaknesses.

Fumiko spotted it, and ran her way towards it. A grand gate. Two personnel in super heavy juggernaut armor. They saluted her.

"Fumiko Arai, right on time. General Rose has a gift for you. Don't keep her waiting."

A heavy voice from the juggernaut. The young girl saw the gate open horizontally, and gently walked her way through the garrisoned soldiers around her. A super hind helicopter that was currently not in use on a helipad, multiple small housings for the beds of the soldiers, the soldiers themselves, heavily armed, doing the usual chit-chat and having their lunch.

She entered further inside where the center of the superfortress was, where even more soldiers were passing by. Some have even saluted the Champion, recognizing her immediately. It was the general's quarters that she needed to find.

So, she decided to try and communicate with a soldier, if they knew sign language. She approached a man with a fully coated helmet, body armor, and light machine gun.

[sign language]: I apologize to bother you, but where is your general?

"I'm sorry, Miss Arai?"

Fumiko closed her eyes and sighed. But then, another soldier decided to step in to translate.

"Corporal Bryant! She is saying where is the general."

"Ah. Just a bit further down the circular hallway. You'll see an elevator, take the very top floor. Then, down the very end. That's where General Rose's quarters are."

Fumiko nodded with a grin, and formed a heart with her hands. She walked forth where the elevator was, entering inside, then up she went.

The door opened, and she saw another hallway with doors to rooms that belonged to high-ranking officers. But most of all, the room towards the end of the hallway was the four-star general's, which Fumiko wandered her way towards.

A knock on the door, and then an opening of the door in just mere seconds. A crimson-haired young woman, in her mid 20s. She smiled; it was an honor to finally meet the Champion of Japan.

"Hello, Miss Arai. I am Cerys Rose, and I'm glad to have finally met you. Please, come inside."

Fumiko can only nod, and sat down in a nearby chair. Cerys had sat down by her desk. A strange device was right on top of her device. A slight tilting of her head from Fumiko; is it what she's being given?

"I know it's really stressful out there in Tokyo. You stopped a bunch of Desolation Elites from harming others, you would foil Eiji Kawamura's plans, attack his forts and labs alongside Classic Order armies. You've been making allies on your own. You are doing well."

Fumiko smiled at that. And the faith that the people of Tokyo, Osaka and Kyoto put into the likes of her. She'd know of Dave Vincent, the Lightstrike, a fellow Champion and supersoldier of the Classic Order, who is the greatest hero to ever live. He had everyone on his shoulders from all around the world, who he protects at the speed of light.

[sign language]: I wanted to do more, but the Hornet's poison and fire has been making it excruciatingly difficult for me to approach targets. I wish to do so much more than what I have already done.

"And you will. I don't wish to make our conversation too long. I know you have business to attend to." The four-star general stood up from her chair, and handed her the device. Fumiko took it. "Put it on your waist. It will shield you from all the poison and fire."

That.. was a reliever. Fighting at a considerable rate was something that she wanted. But, she was smart enough to know that there was a catch.

[sign language]: Please, tell me what its limits are. I know there are some.

"I will start with the strengths. It will protect you from even Kawamura's powerful toxins and fire. But, it will drain the shield, and with enough damage it will deplete. It takes a long time to fully recharge, so be careful with it."

Fumiko equipped the shield device around her waist. A white pulsing energy formed around her body, and a white outline momentarily appeared before disappearing. This will certainly be useful, very useful.

[sign language]: I am very grateful for your help.

Fumiko grinned with brightness. The Classic Order, no matter what, has seemed to have her back.

"Of course. It wouldn't be possible without your father, who funded the shield. It was not easy to make, being a shield that can take on those kinds of fires and poisons."

The Champion nodded. And so too, her father was always helping her. Funding the Classic Order was one of his priorities. But.. it also made him a target to the Desolation. Her father has protected her in the past long enough, now it was her turn.

"I wish you the best of luck."

Fumiko nodded once more, before leaving the room with a wave and a smile, which Cerys returned. Fumiko navigated her way out of the quarters, out the elevator and through the hallway, with multiple salutes from the soldiers coming her way. Down to the outskirts, then the exit of where she came from.

Perhaps she stands a better chance against Eiji now, but not by much. He's still much stronger than her, and she still needs more training and experience to take on someone as powerful as him.

She will endure devastation.

#stories of bravery (drabble)#fumiko arai | the light rose #cerys rose | crimson general #verse; champion of light

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vorchagirl · 3 months

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Okay - I've got 2k words of this Ryder x Reyes Valentines drabble done, and so far there is no smut. Just relationship building and lots of Reyes and Ryder being flirty and cute.

Smut is coming (pun not intended) but it makes me think this is going to be a proper oneshot and not just a drabble as I intended.

I'm actually super excited to be writing this, because it adds a whole other level to Saints and Liars and establishes just how close Reyes and Cerys were, and why she's so cut up when he pulls away from her.

#reyder #reyes vidal #cerys ryder #my writing

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choicesficwriterscreations · 2 months

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CFWC F/AotWeek Mar 3 - 9, 2024

✒️= Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA |🔹Submitted by creator

BACHELORETTE PARTY

Gardenia in Blossom ✒️🏳️‍🌈🔹| BP NB!MC - @aallotarenunelma

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

Blades Full Listing Week Ending March 9, 2024

BLOODBOUND

Hide Me In Thy Wounds - Part 2/2 ✒️🔹| Gaius Augustine x MC - @gaiuskamilah

CRIMES OF PASSION

Crimes of Passion Drabble ✒️🔹| m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC by @lilyoffandoms for @storyofmychoices

Gabriel Rose 🎨🏳️‍🌈 by @lilyoffandoms

Home Without Part 3 ✒️🔹| m! Trystan Thorne x F!MC by @thosehallowedhalls

Kiss and Say Goodbye 🎨🔹| m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC by @/artbyainna (C: @jerzwriter)

Lilah Rose (COP F!MC) 🎨by @lilyoffandoms for @storyofmychoices

Royalty Over Loyalty ✒️| f!Trystan Thorne x M!MC - @kwaj115

Trystan Thorne Fanart 🎨by @lilyoffandoms

What Doesn't Killy You (Series) ✒️| Sebastyan Thorne, Marguerite Thorne, Trystan Thorne - @choices-ceri Chapter 2

THE CURSED HEART

Kieran x F!MC Fanart 🎨by @bri1234

Oleander Fanart 🎨 by @artbyalz

ENDLESS SUMMER

Never Had a Friend Like Me: Part 1 ✒️ | Diego Soto & MC - @marmolady

GUINEVERE

Lancelot du Lac 🎨🏳️‍🌈by @lilyoffandoms

IMMORTAL DESIRES

Cas Harlow x OC Fanart 🎨 by @sadxlee

Cas Harlow x OC Fanart 2 🎨 by @sadxlee

Esme (ID F!MC) 🎨 by @artbyalz

IT LIVES WITHIN

Freesia Gaze ✒️🔹| Abel Flints x F!MC - @aallotarenunelma

LAWS OF ATTRACTION

Martin Vanderweil Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈 by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

The Three Fates 🎨🏳️‍🌈| Original Characters - @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

MOTHER OF THE YEAR

Levi & Lily Fanart 🎨by @lilyoffandoms for @storyofmychoices

Zoey 🎨 by @lilyoffandoms

MULTIPLE STORIES

Choices MCS 🎨by @cassiopeiacorvus

NIGHTBOUND

Forever Royal ✒️🔹| Nik Ryder x F!MC - @ladylamrian

OPEN HEART

Open Heart Full List Week Ending March 9, 2024

QUEEN B

I'm Not Needed, Never Will I Be ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Ina Kingsley x MC - @kwaj115

RED CARPET DIARIES

Classic Hollywood Glamour 🎨| Thomas Hunt by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd for @storyofmychoices

Happiest of Birthdays 🎨| Thomas Hunt x F!OC by @weetlebeetle (C: @theartoflovingthomashunt)

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Best Kept Secrets (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️🔹| Liam Rys x F!OC - @ao719 Chapter 19: Built to Last

Cinderfella's Adventures in Cordonia (Series) ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Liam Rys x M!MC - @justcallmefox89 Chapter 20

Hirbawi ✒️Ⓜ️🔹| Drake Walker x MC - @petiteboheme

Maxwell Beaumont x MC 🎨by @bombomangooo

Princesa Real (Series) ✒️| Liam Rys x MC - @belencha77 Chapter 1: El Amor no Existe Chapter 2: Erase Una Vez 🔹

The Royal Romance: Once Upon a Time (Chapter 2) ✒️| Liam Rys x MC - @fadingreveries

SUNKISSED

You're Always Going to be a Wildflower ✒️🔹| Nate, F!MC - @aallotarenunelma

THE UNEXPECTED HEIRESS

Christie Jane Hayes (MC) 🎨@lilyoffandoms for @storyofmychoices

WISHFUL THINKING

Amaryllis Bliss ✒️🏳️‍🌈🔹| Jamie Lewis x F!MC - @aallotarenunelma

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whumpzone · 2 years

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3rd time rereading Linden and Colton…thought I’d finally leave an ask.

No pressure. Merely a suggestion. But. Have you ever considered writing an AU? Linden and Colton just goves me sooo many AU ideas…

Maybe after your vampire AU though. Because that shit’s GOOD.

With love (why tf am I writing this like an email),

AU anon

an AU could be literally anything!!

i am always up for writing a drabble or two of an AU! and more if it proves fun.... vampire AU being a great example

thank you for your email anon

Kind regards,

Cerys

#i write kind regards about 200 times a day #my god #its my sign off of choice #asks #anon

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of-toussaint · 2 years

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Discord Drabble Challenge

Entry #4 for @thepassifloradiscord's drabble challenge! Ciri/Cerys. Rated T. ------------------------------------------

The crown fits as though made for her; in another life, it might have been. Cintran royalty had often enough been wedded to Skelligen steel.

Studying her reflection, she wonders what Calanthe would think of her now.

A flash of auburn in her periphery; she turns. Laughing, Cerys eyes her crown. “Been looking for that, little bird.”

Ciri ducks her hand, teasing. “What’ll you give me for it?”

High in Kaer Trolde, a queen catches a princess (by the arm; by the lips; by the heart). And in that moment, the princess decides there is only one opinion that matters.

#ciri #cerys #ciri x cerys #witcher #fanfic #i am. love them.

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woenever · 1 year

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again; neomark drabbles.

“di sini bagus lightning-nya,”

neo berhasil berhenti di satu spot dia berdiri setelah sedari tadi tangannya tak henti-henti membawa ponselnya ke sana kemari. alasannya bukan lain karena kekasihnya itu mau unggah foto di instagram.

alih-alih menengok ke arah kamera, figur lucu di hadapan neo itu justru mencebikkan bibirnya. neo sendiri punya banyak jam di dunia buat kekasihnya, tapi dia nggak punya waktu buat diam dan biarkan pemandangan tadi sekedar tersimpan di kepala.

“bagus nggak?” pertanyaan retoris. neo nggak langsung jawab, tapi dia ketuk simbol hati di ponselnya sebagai pengingat untuk fotonya dijadikan wallpaper nanti.

“bagus, sayangku.”

suasana hati mark meninggi. pemuda kelahiran juni itu ada di puncak tertinggi bahagia tiap kali diberi panggilan tadi. neo yang paling paham cuma tersenyum penuh kemenangan, sebab mark terlihat semakin menggemaskan ketika salah tingkah.

“manyun sekali lagi dong,” pinta neo setelah bokongnya didudukkan di samping mark yang tengah sibuk dengan ponsel sendiri.

“bayar kali ah, request mulu.”

seperti biasanya, mereka berdua susah kalau bahas yang serius-serius aja.

“siul tanpa manyun bisa nggak kamu?” pertanyaan neo dibalas tatapan apaan sih sama mark, dan neo cuma balas tertawa. “beneran deh. kalo kamu bisa siul tanpa manyun, nanti aku beliin barang apa aja yang kamu mau.”

oh, buat yang satu ini, mana mungkin mark menolak. yang ada justru sebelah kakinya kini dilipat di atas tempat yang dia duduki, selagi badannya beralih menghadap neo yang menatap antusias.

harusnya mark paham siasat neo yang selalu ada-ada aja itu, tapi rasanya mustahil buat menghindar. lebih-lebih lagi ketika hadiahnya nggak bikin rugi.

harusnya, final mark ada di embusan napasnya yang tinggal dia buat sepersekian detik lagi. tapi aksinya terhambat oleh neo yang lebih dulu curi kecupan ringan sebersamaan dengan kedua belah bibirnya yang mengerucut tadi.

“sialan.” mark reflek mengumpat sambil tangannya mendorong pundak neo untuk menepi. sementara pemuda di hadapannya tertawa terbahak tak henti-henti.

mark yakin wajahnya sekarang semerah ceri, tapi dia tutup-tutupi dengan alisnya yang sengaja dibuat menukik di tengah-tengah perbatasan dahi.

“awas nanti lucunya ilang kalo ngambek,” jari-jari neo menggelitik dagu empunya tangan yang mendorongnya lagi.

“waras lo kali ilangggg,” omel mark lagi. tapi kali ini ada kekehan di ujung kalimatnya. “diliatin abang-abangnya noh di sana!”

kalau buat neo, seenggaknya abang-abang tadi tahu kalau manusia lucu di hadapannya itu cuma milik dia. kalau buat mark mungkin lain lagi.

“nggak suka ah diliat orang kaya gini. bilang-bilang dong kalo mau cium, biar bisa cari tempat sepi.”

biar lebih enak ciumannya.

lebih jelasnya kalau diterjemahkan begitu. tapi mana mau mark bilang gamblang di saat-saat seperti ini. apalagi sebut kalau dia sebetulnya mau lagi.

#neomark drabbles

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ceriashward · 7 months

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Just posted another drabble to my drabble collection. A bit spooky for this time of year.

#my writing #concept writing #writing prompt #novel work #writing work #writeblr #ceri ashward #ceriashward #text #writblr

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qwillreign · 1 year

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Updated Fic Masterpost:

Series:

Wings AU - Co-operative Fandom Series (Septimus Heap)

Eternity Stuff about Marcellus (Septimus Heap)

Hope Is Where The Heart Is Deity Sasha (Rusty Quill Gaming)

Drabble Collection (Multifandom, Tumblr Drabbles)

Waves of Life Nicko and Snorri <3 (Septimus Heap)

Standalone Works in Progress:

The Seventh Of The Seventh Growing Up, No DomDaniel (Septimus Heap)

Finding Marcia Disbands the YA early (Septimus Heap)

Multi-Chapter Standalones:

I Said I'd Always Be There Zolf being angsty (Rusty Quill Gaming)

It's All For The Best Past Marcia/Cerys, angst (Septimus Heap)

I See Your True Colors Color Vision Soulmates AU (Septimus Heap)

Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost Platonic Soulmates AUn(Septimus Heap)

Sicknesse Marcia Curing the Sicknesse (Septimus Heap)

A Year and A Day Post Alther’s Death (Septimus Heap)

Switching Body Swap AU (Septimus Heap)

Oneshots:

Good Men Don’t Need Rules Beetle Gets Kidnapped (Septimus Heap)

Little Soldier Boy Funeral Scene, MCD (Septimus Heap)

Coming To The Tree Escape from the young army (Septimus Heap)

The Draw Succeeds Queste era (Septimus Heap)

The MidWinter Feast Co-authored with sepfish (Septimus Heap)

The Path To Feeling, The Path Towards Healing Red Strings AU (Septimus Heap)

She's Gone Major Character Death, Mourning (Septimus Heap)

Failing Angst :) (Septimus Heap)

The Queen's Ghosts Ghost Spies (Septimus Heap)

Good Things, Bad Things my first fic! (Septimus Heap)

The Dungeon - Marcia’s Nightmares (Septimus Heap)

Misc Stories:

Changing - a dude during the remodeling of Paris

He Could Have Had Life - I guessed how Mozart died

Wake Up - Narnia Triple Drabble

#qwill’s stuff #ao3 #fanfic

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chxrrydrxp · 1 month

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Arkham Jason is a munchhh, he's all up in the pussy like omnomnom. Bro isn't letting you go until you SQUIRT

you're so right anon like-- mmmmm he's slave to the pussy he will never get enough

I whipped this thing up and lmao it wasn't supposed to be this long but I hope you like it!

word count: 1.1k

(mdni)

tw: occasional spanking, squirting

ℯ𝓎ℯ𝓈 ℴ𝓃 𝓂ℯ

(Jason x fem! reader)

You had been talking to him in the kitchen, discussing dinner plans, and next thing you know he had you pressed up against the counter, with his hands roaming your thighs and your hands under his shirt.

He buried himself in your neck, licking and sucking at the skin as you whined his name helplessly.

“Fuck..Jay..”

You gripped the sides of his arms softly, rubbing your thighs together. You felt him chuckle into your neck, noticing the way you leaned your hips into his. Your hands impatiently fumbled with his belt. You needed him now.

“Not just yet..”

he mumbled into your neck moving your hands away. You groaned at him, desperation flooding your eyes. “Jay- oh!” He quickly interrupted your complaint, gripping your ass firmly and pulling you close against his hardness. You almost melted, feeling him so hard against your abdomen. He lifted you from your thighs, lips still glued to yours as he carried you to your shared bedroom. Your hands tightly pulled at the collar of his shirt as he laid you on the bed, leaning over your body. He kneeled at the bed with his knee spreading your thighs apart.

“Y'look so good like this baby.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you gazed up at his towering body. He really could do whatever he wanted to you. He was huge. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you, reveling in the heat that spurred between you.

“I need you..now,” you pleaded to him, bucking your hips to his obvious bulge. He seemed to have other plans. His lips attacked your neck once again, leaving dark hickeys down your collarbone. His hands reached under your shirt, flicking his thumb over your hardened nipples.

You squirmed at the teasing, impatiently pulling at his shirt. His kisses moved down your collarbone back to your tits and he teasingly nibbled on them. Your hand rested in his hair as he moved further down to your bare stomach. Your heart dropped with your mind weighed down by the implication of the position you were in. His now wet kisses made you feel so hot, quite literally, and your mind relaxed once more.

All this build-up was driving you nuts. His calloused thumbs rubbed over your thighs slowly, while he inched his head further down. He leaned his head closer to your heat, kissing dangerously close to your clothed pussy. A soft whine escaped your lips, as you clawed at the sheets. “Jason what are you-.” You were cut off by the velvet sensation of his hand dipping into your underwear.

“Fuck..God you're so wet…just for me.”

His middle finger rubbed at your soaked clit causing you to twitch, with heavy breaths slipping from you. He leaned back up to kiss you, all while still working on your clit. Your mind went foggy, as you barely managed to kiss him back. He slipped a thick finger while still rubbing your clit with his thumb, then slipped another in. Curling his fingers, he groaned into your ear. He suddenly pulled back from the kiss to gaze into your eyes.

“eyes on me.”

Your legs trembled, as you fought to maintain eye contact. He removed his fingers, bringing them up to show you. You looked away in embarrassment, but he turned your face back to look at them.

“What a mess.”

You so wanted to slap that cocky smile off his stupid face, but your violent thoughts were interrupted as you watched him slowly lick your arousal off his fingers. His strong hands suddenly grabbed you by the waist, flipping you onto your stomach.

“ass up, princess.” You got into the humiliating position as he slid your wet shorts and panties down to your knees. Your legs trembled at the sensation of his warm breath against your cunt. Jason licked a long, warm lick from your hole, then sucked at your clit lewdly. You whimpered into the mattress, clenching the smooth sheets covering your bed.

“Jay-..oh fuck..,”

He continued teasing his tongue around your clit, licking in tight circles that had your pussy clenching around nothing. He pulled away to catch his breath, smacking your ass. “Aw c'mon..don't do that,” he cooed, noticing the way you attempted to muffle your sounds. “But I-,” you attempted to argue.

“You heard me”

His deep voice elicited a foreign sense of danger as if it was a threat. The fear sent waves of restless anticipation throughout your body, which almost had you backing your pussy onto his face again. You shamefully lifted yourself onto your elbows, obliging to his embarrassing command. He grabbed your hips tightly, getting back to work with his tongue. He slurped at your clit, with a mixture of saliva and arousal dripping down his chin, and then onto the bed where faint dampness began to form.

“That's my girl..look at you... drippin' all over my chin like this. Dirty girl.”

Your broken cries filled his ears, giving him a twisted motivation to hear you get to your breaking point. He slipped two fingers back in with ease, thrusting them quicker than before. You could hear the way your pussy clenched around his fingers, nasty sounds filling the room. You thought your voice would've given out by now from the way you helplessly gasped his name. “Fuck, ” You felt a familiar coil in your abdomen, signaling your end, and causing your whole body to shudder.

“Jay m’gonna cum..!”

He groaned into your cunt, not letting up with his fingers and tongue. Your thighs instinctively began to shut, but Jason quickly spread them back open, continuing to torture you through your orgasm. Your body convulsed uncontrollably, with rough moans escaping your swollen lip.

“Jay! That's enough I can't- fuck..!”

He smacked your ass once again, pulling back to take a breath. “You can take it ma,” he whispered, rubbing the slit with his thumb.

“I know you can.”

He spread you open, watching the slick drip down your hole, then he caught it with his tongue, resuming his sucking and licking as you whined his name continuously. Your whole body felt like it was on the verge of collapsing from all the overstimulation. You groaned into the mattress once more, as a result of the overwhelming sensitivity of your now puffed-up pussy. Jason held you tightly in place as the coil in you began to release again.

A voiceless cry left you, as your legs gave out and you collapsed onto the bed, thighs trembling. You fought to catch your breath while riding out your second orgasm. Now flat on the bed, Jason still didn't let up. His hands gripped your ass tightly as he buried his face into your cunt, pulling the orgasm from you viciously. You felt an odd release, feeling better than usual. He moaned onto your cunt, then pulled away admiring his work.

“Well this is new,” he muttered with a look of pure satisfaction with your wetness dripping down the lower half of his face. This was gonna be a long night.

wow that was a lot. hope yall enjoyed 🫶🏾

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #ceri drabbles #ceris asks #jason todd smut #jason todd x fem!reader #red hood x reader #red hood smut #jason todd imagine #dc red hood #dc smut

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the-story-of-how-we-died · 3 years

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I wrote a quick drabble maybe a week ago, planning on writing some more, eventually. I ain't feeling it, so might as well post it. It ends pretty abruptly, but who knows, maybe one day Ill finish it /shrug.

In the Park

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Marcy jumped as her phone buzzed twice against her chest, temporarily quieting her blaring music. She let out a sight as she missed the double jump - again - and fell into the same pit of spikes that had claimed her the last three times.

So close yet so fricking far, she grumbled to herself as she threw the console to her side. Onto a pillow, of course. Couldn’t risk breaking it. I’m gonna finish that level one way or another.

She grabbed her phone. On the screen was a message from Sasha. She quickly typed in her pin - 0286 (The date her favorite game ever was released.)

Hey, my mom’s gonna be home soon and Anne’s at tennis. Lets hang ;P.

It didn’t take a genius to read inbetween the lines. It wasn’t a question as much as a begging.

Sure. I haven’t been out of bed all day anyhow. Wanna meet up at the park on fifth? We can meet up with Anne after ahe done with practice

Marcy didn’t blame Sasha for wanting to avoid her mother. Marcy only met the women once or twice, and she... left something to be desired, to say the least. She wasn’t a bad woman, at least, marcy hadn't spent enough time with her to form that judgement, but she certainly wasn’t cut out to be a mother.

Sure! meet ya there, marbles :3

Marcy groaned as she threw herself out of bed, quickly putting on a pair of pants and her jacket. She stuffed her Creatures & Caverns core rulebook and monster manual, Switch, and portable charger in her bag before grabbing her favourite bobby pin and sticking it in her hair. She carefully made her way through the piles of books and papers on her floor before opening her door.

“Hey, mā, Sash wanted to hang out a bit before her mom gets home, that OK?” Marcy yelled down the hall.

“Just be home before dinner! Oh, and bring xiăo làjiāo a snack, OK?” Her mother said back, quite a bit quieter than Marcy.

“Hăo, māmā! Be back in a bit!” Marcy yelled as she ran down the stairs, grabbing a banana and a soda from the fridge before running out the door - nearly slipping on nothing,

Marcy plugged her headphones into her phone, starting a playlist as she began walking down the street. The late summer sun was setting behind the cityscape, casting the sky in deep reds and purples, a few lavender clouds clinging to the edges of the horizon. She walked in beat with her music, down her road. She was still thinking about that video game level, going over it again and again in her head. She barely noticed the houses passing by as she walked further and further. She and Sash - and Anne when she didn’t have practice - often hung out in the park, for as long as Marcy could remember. It was actually where she had first met Sasha, way back in kindergarten. She stood up to two middle schoolers who kicked her and Anne off the swings, which Marcy always thought was weird. What kind of middle schoolers would bully kindergartens? They were barely 6 at the time. That’d be like a 24 year old bullying a 12 year old. She paused. Well, on the internet, anything’s possible. It’s like a 24 year old bullying a twelve year old in real life.

Marcy stopped at the crosswalk, pressing the button. She watched as the little red hand across the street wave at her, and she couldn't help but smile and wave back. That jump had to be frame perfect though, it just had to be. There was no other way you could make it. She knew that you were supposed to fall there, to prevent you from going that direction until you got an upgrade. She also knew that it was possible, she’s seen other people do it. It just was hard. Super, super, super hard.

The waving hand turned to the green man as she began to walk across the road, making sure to wave at each of the driver’s she passed by. Everyone made the jump look so easy, it was infuriating to her. She turned onto the final stretch of road, the sign of the park in view. She stood up straight, trying to see where Sasha was, when she caught the signature denim jacket over by the tennis courts.

She doesn’t know what came over her at that moment, but whatever it was, it caused her to grab the bars of the fence and heave herself up. She braced her foot against the bars and thrusted her body upwards, grabbing the top of the fence. She struggled for a moment, barely managing to throw one leg over the top. It was luckily a flat top, because she probably wouldn't have had the strength to keep herself from touching it. With another heave, she threw her other leg over the top, so she was sitting on it. She quickly took off her backpack and gently threw it to the ground. Well, as gently as one could throw something to the ground. She grinned to herself, as she, in one final moment of hubris, decided to jump off the top of the fence instead of climbing back down. If only they were looking at ol’ klutzy Marcy now! Anne wou-

“Mar-Mar! What are you doing?” A familiar voice drifted across the park, causing Marcy to second guess herself at the last second, and with a yelp and a tumble, Marcy fell off the fence, twirling in the air before landing with a sudden and rough thump! Pain wracked through her body as she felt something in her shoulder go Pop! and a burning sensation shot down her arm. Her breath was knocked right out of her lungs. Through her somewhat dampened hearing, she heard a barrage of foot falls as two familiar heads popped into her view.

“Marcy! Are you okay?!” Anne nearly shouted, kneeling down at her side.

“What were you doing up there, Marbles?” Sasha said as she reached into her back, fishing out a case with a red “+” on it.

Marcy chuckled, somewhat ironically and then winced from the pain. “Wha- What makes you think I know? All I know was I was gonna land till one of you two called me out on how stupid that was.” She grinned as she looked up at her friends, only getting two concerned looks back. “Aw, come on you two. This isn’t the most stupid thing I’ve done, not by a long shot! Remember the rope-”

“Oh, Jesus, Marce! Don’t bring up the rope! Your arm-” Sasha mimicked gagging as she took out a toilette from the case and started wiping at some of Marcy’s cuts. Marcy grimicade at the burning of the alcohol on the fresh wounds.

“Practice already over, Anna-banana?”

“Yeah, Coach took a tennis ball straight to her good eye - at no fault of her own - so she let us all go earlier.”

“Yeah, it was wicked,” Sasha laughed. “That thing was going at least mach 4”

Anne rolled her eyes but grinned nonetheless.

“Well, by your grinning, I’ll take it she was okay,” Marcy smiled. “. wants me back before dinner, by the way.” She groaned as Sasha and Anne pulled her to her feet. The three of them began to walk over to the table Sasha was sitting at prior, Anne and Marcy sitting on one side, Sasha on the other.

“Oh, Sash! Have you eaten today? Māmā wanted me to bring you a snack. You know how she is." Marcy said, digging the banana and soda out of her bag.

Ye, that's all. Lost all motivation to finish it, so

Idk, I haven't gone through and revised it, either, so don't judge too harshly lol

#amphibia #anne boonchuy #marcy wu #sasha waybright #fanfiction #drabble #ceris rambles #the writings of ceris mae

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bookcalanthedaily · 1 year

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i've decided to have some fun with my rarepairs.

so... here is a list: - calanthe x geralt - 'devotion' - calanthe x meve - 'morning' - calanthe x eithne - 'secret' - calanthe x rainfarn - 'music' - calanthe x the usurper - 'power' - ciri x ves - 'travel' - ciri x angouleme - 'weapon' - ciri x cerys - 'reign' - pavetta x anarietta - 'braids' - pavetta x foltest - 'garden' - pavetta x crach - 'blue'

would you guys help me out by sending in one-word prompts for a small drabble for each of these ships?

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acesgroupchat · 4 years

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Distance Drabbles Day 25

93: The Big Damn Kiss|“This isn’t who I am”

27: Lin Chen/Mei Changsu

The full moon hangs in the summer sky, drenching the mountain in silver. Two men lean together, one drunk on wine, the other on moonlight.

Lin Chen’s voice is soft in his ear. “And you would leave all this. More fool you.”

Lin Shu sighs. “You know I can’t stay here. This isn’t who I am.” His fingers find his wristband. “This isn’t real.”

Lin Chen’s mouth is so warm on his, and so sudden. Lin Shu melts into it, lips parting, and finds himself abruptly at arm’s length. Lin Chen’s mouth twists. “Funny. You seem real enough to me.”

#nirvana in fire #langya bang #lin chen #lin shu #distance drabbles #oh hey its the OTP #the dice must have known its new fox spirit fic day #im actuslly cery sad about this one #i had to cut some CHOICE sentences #to make it fit the wordcount #but whatever #its a double prompt drabble

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riviae · 5 years

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Cerys x Ciri fluff if you please

[cracks knuckles] anon bless u for giving me an excuse to write this! hope u enjoy it~

“Ciri,” Cerys began, looking uncharacteristically apprehensive as she stole a quick glance towards her girlfriend. “Are you sure that we aren’t intruding? This is Geralt’s--your father’s--home. And what of Yennefer?”

The witcheress gave a wave of her hand, but did pause to press a kiss to Cerys’s scarred cheek. A wide, playful grin grew across Ciri’s face as she took the Queen’s momentary lapse in attention to interlace their fingers, tugging the woman closer to her. “There’s nothing to worry about, Cerys. Geralt will be thrilled to see you again, I’m sure--believe it or not, but he practically sang your praises when we reunited again. He brushed over a lot of what he did while searching for me, but he somehow managed to mention you and your coronation multiple times.”

“Oh, is that so?” Interest piqued, and not one to be so easily defeated, Cerys snuck her free hand to Ciri’s waist, grasping her silver belt to pull the other woman even closer until their noses were brushing. This close, Cerys could see the soft flecks of gold that mixed into the emerald green of Ciri’s eyes, a color that reminded the Skellige woman of the moss that covered the jutting boulders at the harbor in Kaer Trolde. She had always seen the patches of moss as a harbinger for the slightly warmer, temperate weather that she craved when she was a child and tired of the endless snow and white-capped mountains. Now, the same color brought an equal amount of anticipation as well as warmth--a fire that burned in her chest as fiercely as Cerys’s love for her land and her people.

Gently, and with more reverence than a kiss given after traveling upon horseback for hours in the Toussaint heat likely deserved, Cerys closed her eyes and captured the witcheress’s lips. Her anxieties immediately melted away at the familiar feeling and taste, senses focused solely on the woman before her. Cerys blindly grasped for Ciri’s other hand, letting out a pleased hum as the ashen-haired woman reflexively intertwined their fingers together.

It had surprised Cerys at first just how often Ciri, a woman raised by witchers and sorceresses, sought out physical touch. Akin to a moth to a flame, the witcheress, when not traversing the frigid archipelago for contracts, could be found at Cerys’s side. She would loop a few fingers in her belt amidst casual banter, regardless of if they were alone or not. She would rest her head in the crook of Cerys’s neck after they trained together, sword still grasped in her hand. Before bed, she would take the time to comb out Cerys’s long red hair, fingers gently unwinding the braid while her shins pressed against her lower back. Even when riding on horseback, Ciri would make an effort to share a saddle with the Queen, so long as the distance wasn’t too much for the horse to safely handle their combined weight, often letting Cerys take the reigns so she could wrap her arms around the other woman’s waist despite being the more skilled rider.

Not that the Queen minded. Skellige islanders were often raised in large, tactile families. where a slap on the knee, a punch in the shoulder, or a bone-crushing hug were all equally regarded as ways to show physical affection and were often encouraged. She had suffered through Hjalmar’s heavy-handed though well-meaning pats on her back enough times that she actually grew accustomed to them--even seeking them out herself on days when she was feeling particularly saddened or stressed.

Still, Ciri’s behavior was very cat-like most of the time as she often appeared at random in the citadel drop off a gift and a kiss before disappearing in a blinding flash of light. Cerys had a sneaking suspicion that it was a trait Ciri had picked up while watching Geralt and Yennefer together, if her stories about the two were any indication. Particularly, from what she knew of Geralt and the interaction they had on Skellige, she knew the man seemed like the type to bring the head of a dead enemy to his lover just as a cat might bring a dead canary to its owner’s door.

It was... unusual at first, but Cerys didn’t doubt that Ciri loved her with the same intensity and adoration she felt every time she caught a flash of ashen locks in her periphery.

Cerys deepened the kiss at the thought of all the ways Ciri showed that she cared, her own affection for the ashen-haired woman too overwhelming to put into words. Ciri responded with fervor, unable to keep her hands intwined with Cerys’s. Her hands scrambled to grasp at the back of the Queen’s dress, clutching the cotton material in an attempt to bring Cerys even closer. At this, Cerys found herself cupping Ciri’s face, unable to resist the urge to rub her thumb against the scar at her cheek.

It felt as if she’d burst from the love swelling inside her chest at the thought of Ciri--her precious Swallow--being so sure of their future together that she arranged to bring Cerys to her parent’s estate. That she wanted Geralt and Yennefer to see how much she loved Cerys, to see how happy she was with her, and to see that their love wasn’t the only one that would be sang about in ballads, if Dandelion’s sudden attempt at befriending Cerys while Ciri acted as the messenger between the two was any indication. It seemed as if songs of The Swallow and the Sparrowhawk would become as commonplace as those of Lilac & Gooseberries one day, if the bard had it his way.

Once they parted, Cerys found herself grinning appreciatively at Ciri’s flushed face, her cheeks now a charming shade of pink. While Cerys was quite unaccustomed to the hot and humid weather of the duchy and had suffered through having to undress out of her armor and woolen gambeson to be clad in only her long blue dress, leather belt, and boots, it had seemed as if the heat was barely affecting Ciri. Neither a flush of color nor perspiration dotted her skin, though the Queen did often wonder whether her girlfriend was somehow immune to severe temperatures. The first time they had met since they’d been but squabbling children all those years ago, Ciri had been dressed as one might for bed in Skellige; yet, the witcheress showed no outward signs of distress from her garb even as snow clung to her exposed skin.

At her obvious amusement, Ciri frowned but freed her hands to cling stubbornly to Cerys, hiding her face against the woman’s chest. “What?” came Ciri’s muffled retort. “I’ve seen that smile before. You’re scheming. What happened to being anxious about visiting Geralt and Yennefer?”

Cerys pressed her chin to to the top of Ciri’s head, wrapping her arms around the woman. She pretended to ponder the question for some time before ultimately settling on running her fingers up and down Ciri’s sides in teasing circles. The witcheress immediately yelped in surprise and tried to escape from Cerys’s grasp to no avail. Laughter echoed through the field as Ciri squirmed, attempting to let out a few curses in between her fits of giggles. Eventually, the Queen relented, taking pity upon the witcheress who all but rested her entire weight against Cerys once the tickling had stopped.

“Well, I realized something while we were kissing. How could I be worried about anything when I have such a brave and beautiful witcher at my side?” At her words, Ciri’s expression softened briefly, a flash of embarrassment apparent in the way she looked away, only to roll her eyes a few moments later as if to hide her reaction at Cerys’s genuine, if not overly saccharine words of praise. Spurred on by her girlfriend’s response, Cerys continued. “Besides, I must really thank Geralt. He’s the reason you showed up at Kaer Trolde with a griffin’s head and trailed its blood all over the citadel’s halls.”

“I was just doing my job,” Ciri replied a beat too quickly. “I stumbled upon the griffin, killed it, but then I couldn’t find a contract for it.”

"So you just decided to come to the an Craite stronghold, then? In the dead of night? As if you were just looking for an excuse to see me? You left the griffin’s head in the dining hall on your way to my chambers. I remember because I ended up having to clean dried monster blood from the tables. Again.”

Ciri buried her head further, this time letting out a defeated sigh. “Alright, alright. Geralt might have mentioned you had grown up to be an intelligent, level-headed... and beautiful Queen. I kept that in mind as I traveled and when the opportunity arose... I took it. It’s not like I forgot about my time on the islands when I was a kid. I wanted to see for myself how the little girl who sneezed all over me when we were ice-skating together had somehow grown up to be a powerful queen.”

“The same way a cocky brat whose own ice-skating antics caused my idiotic brother to break his leg somehow ended up becoming the most powerful person on the Continent and a skilled monster slayer--luck and fate, I’d imagine.”

Before Ciri could retort, a familiar voice called out from the distance. “Are you two planning to stop by the actual house or is there something interesting about this empty field in particular? I didn’t even need my witcher senses to hear you both laughing.”

“Yes, you should come in soon. You’re not doing your skin any favors standing in direct sunlight like that.” Yennefer’s voice also rang out, only pausing briefly to get a better look at the two women from her viewpoint at the top of the hill. “Also Ciri, my child, you wrote that you had gotten into a serious relationship, but you did not mention it was with the Queen of Skellige. A minor fact worth sharing, don’t you think?”

With a tug of her hand, Ciri ran towards her parents, bringing Cerys along, the both of them laughing along the way.

At the sight of the two women so obviously in love and incredibly happy, Geralt and Yennefer couldn’t help but smile. For the first time in awhile, neither of them were worried about Ciri’s future.

#ciri #cirilla fiona elen riannon #cerys an craite #ciri x cerys #witcher drabbles #// long post #okay i did write at least (1) thing today so yay!! hope y'all like fluff #Anonymous

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