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Geralt: *blackout drunk in bed. He's in kaer morhen with a glove he stole from jaskier when they separated for the winter*
Geralt: jaskiers fingers were inside you, what's that like?
#my nonsense#jaskier#geralt#geraskier#bottom geralt rights#bottom geralt#geralt is a pillow princess#pillow princess geralt#dirty little hen
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Thanks @0dde11eth for the help!
#the witcher#jaskier#geraskier#geralt of rivia#geralt#the witcher netflix#geralt x jaskier#witcher#dandelion#julian alfred pankratz#witcher eskel#vesemir#papa vesemir#witcher Roach#kaer morons#geralt is a pillow princess
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HERE YOU GO I WROTE VERNON ROCHE/CIRI JUST FOR YOU MARINA I HOPE YOU LIKE IT
mind the tags :)
ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A DUMB BLONDE BIMBO. SHE WAS A PRINCESS BECAUSE OF COURSE SHE WAS. HER NAME WAS CIRILLA FIONA ELEN LIGHT BLONDE PURE GOOD ANGEL BABY RHIANNON AND SHE WAS THE PROPHECY BABY OF SOME DUMB BITCH WHO FUCKED A HEDGEHOG. CIRI WAS A PILLOW PRINCESS MEANING SHE LIKED TO PLAY DEAD WHILE MEN FUCKED HER. SHE JUST LAID THERE LIKE SNOW WHITE AND WAITED FOR THEM TO HUMP HER BACK TO LIFE. NO ONE EVER COULD UNTIL VERNON ROCHE BECAUSE HE ACTUALLY THOUGHT SHE WAS DEAD AND GOT SO EXCITED BY IT BUT THEN SHE WAS STILL BREATHING AND HE WAS SAD AND HIS DICK GOT LIMP AGAIN. BUT TOO BAD BECAUSE CIRILLAS DAD DECIDED THAT VERNON WAS IT FOR HER, BECAUSE HE THOUGHT OF VERNON LIKE A SON ALREADY AND HAVING HIS SON AND DAUGHTER FUCK WAS SUPER SEXY SO HE MADE VERNON FUCK A STILL ALIVE CIRILLA BECAUSE HE NEEDED ANOTHER PROPHECY BABY. VERNON WAS REAL BAD AT SEX SO CIRI NEVER GOT PREGNANT BECAUSE VERNON CRIED TOO MUCH AS HE FUCKED HER LEGS, HER EAR, HER BELLYBUTTON. ONE DAY, VERNON HAD A HEART ATTACK AND DIED WHILE HE WAS HUMPING HER AND CIRI DIDN'T NOTICE FOR A FULL TEN MINUTES BECAUSE SHE WAS SO BORED SHE DECIDED TO JUST TAKE A NAP. ONCE SHE REALIZED HER HUSBAND WAS DEAD SHE ROLLED HIM OFF AND PULLED AN AVATAR KORRA AND JUST TOOK HER GIRLFRIEND AND FUCKED OFF TO A WHOLE OTHER DIMENSION.
Hey Marina: Protip?
I hadn't posted anything about the witcher until you came back harassing me and my friends. We told you to leave us alone, we blocked you. YOU keep coming back. You don't want me to post dumb shit? THEN LEAVE ME ALONE. I'm not even IN this fandom anymore, moron.
#Ciri x Vernon#dubcon#pillow princess#necrophila#dead dove#bad at sex#mcd#geralt's got a weird pseudo incest thing#just for marina :)#she got her stupid fucking vernonciri out of me now can i go back to enjoying call of duty!?#smut#marinakd29#martmarina#marinamart#marinadk29#lovelycasualdetective#where is vernilla#vernilla
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‘’Did you touch yourself to the thought of me?’’ with aemond :)
Warnings: smut, fingering
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The queen had sent Aemond on a mission by dragon back so, come the night, you had to fall back into your old ways and satisfy yourself. It wasn’t the same as having your husband’s long fingers or cock inside you, or his skilled mouth on your clit, but it would get you off just fine.
After bidding the queen and princess Healena good night, you laid back against the pillows, legs open and exposing your wet and needy pussy in all its glory. Aemond would have marveled at the sight. You teased your folds before pushing a finger in, feeling how wet you were, and sighed.
You continued touching yourself, pleasuring yourself. The face of your husband came into mind as you pushed your fingers deeper and pinched your nipples with the other.
‘’Mmh, Aemond,’’ you moaned, trying to keep your voice low enough so the guard outside your door wouldn’t hear.
With your eyes closed and the bubble of pleasure you were deeply in, you didn't hear the creak of the door opening nor the footsteps of the incomer.
‘’I see my lady wife is having fun without me.’’
You froze at the sound of Aemond’s voice, as if you had been caught doing something illegal. You retracted your fingers and color appeared on your cheeks. ‘’I…’’
He walked over to the bed, looking with hunger at your fingers glistening from your wetness. ‘’Did you touch yourself to the thought of me?’’ he asked, his hand ghosting from your ankle to your knee, making you open your legs wider, begging for his fingers.
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Author's Note- And an unexpected twist is coming your ways. Let's see how you guys take it 😉
Thank you and Enjoy your reading!
The White Dragon
Let It Be Known (Chapter 3)
Summary- The world knows and someone unexpected strides out of the shadows...
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Warnings- Threats in Valyrian, Westrosi Things.
Chapter 2 Chapter 4
It would be for good if you tell your father yourself.
Those were Alicent's words as she pushed Aerea and Cregan into Viserys' room, closing the door behind them. The room smelled of the milk of poppy and some other medical herbs and a dozen of incense.
The King laid in his bed, barely awake. His health deteriorating rapidly after a certain fever took its place in his fragile body.
"Kepa," (father) Aerea called softly, sitting beside him on the bed and letting her fingers travel to her father's weakened hands. Viserys opened his eyes and smiled.
"Rhaenyra?"
Cregan looked at Aerea, worried as the king seemed not to recognize his youngest daughter. He watched as Aerea tried to smile, letting her fingers draw circles on the back of his palm, pronouncing her name softly.
His smile fell as realization dawned upon him. His eyes softening a bit as he smiled a little. "Tala, what happened?" (Daughter) he asked, his voice rough yet his soft tone smoothed it enough. "I wished to tell you of my betrothal to Lord Stark, father."
Viserys smiled, squeezing her hand gently with the little strength he had. "Help me... sit up," Viserys said, making Aerea move urgently, helping her father sit up with the help his pillow.
Cregan met Viserys' gaze before bowing his head in respect. "Your Grace, I pray for you a speedy recovery," Cregan said, making Viserys smile. "Thank you, Lord Stark. I will personally announce your betrothal to the court tomorrow, as the traditions suggest."
Cregan and Aerea nodded their heads while Aerea continued her soothing circles on his palm. Her eyes didn't meet his as she kept them looked at the weak hands which were once healthy.
"You have also grown up, my daughter?" Viserys asked, his eyes swimming with tears as Aerea looked up with surprise. "Daughters... they are always the birds, aren't they? Supposed to leave their parents old and weak to spend their lives somewhere else."
Aerea gulped, swallowing down the lump in her throat. "I am not a bird," she whispered before looking up confidently. "I am a dragon. The Dragon."
Viserys smiled, nodding. "Yes, you are," he affirmed. "My Lord, when are you going back to Winterfell?" Viserys asked, his eyes kind. "I stay here for a month only, my king."
"Then let it be known...."
The sick king sat on his throne, the crown made of gold sitting upon his balding head. His eyes had sunken in yet they excluded authority.
"Today, I am here to announce the betrothal of Princess Aerea of House Targaryen to..." Everyone stood with anticipation as the dragon princess moved to stand in the center of the hall.
Proudly dressed in Black and Red, Aerea stood with a smirk as she watched Aemond move with pride but his step was cut short by the booming voice if their father.
"Lord Cregan of House Stark, Lord of Winterfell and the Warden of the North."
A few surprised gasps were followed by loud roar of applause as Cregan moved to stand beside his betrothed, the princess of the realm. Sara was beaming while Aemond glared at the wolf lord.
"Let it be known that the marriage between them shall happen in less than a moon's time," Viserys announced before coughing choked his throat. Maesters were quick on their feet as they escorted him back to his chambers.
In the shadows of the large crowd, Aerea caught the glimpse of particular silver hair which made her smirk widely as she curtsied gracefully beside her soon-to-be husband.
The assembly dismissed themselves, quickly walking out of the hall. Alicent dragged a glaring Aemond out of the hall, much to his dismay. On the other hand Aegon was partially bouncing on his feet to get out of the hall and get drunk, again.
It was only Helaens who thought of congratulating the new pair before slipping away, which gave Sara the opportunity to approach them.
"I am so glad that you shall be my sister soon," the Stark daughter beamed as she embraced the princess who chuckled lightly. "So will I be, Sara " she replied, staying away from the embrace to turn to the figure lurking in the shadows.
"You can come out, uncle. They are trustworthy," she announced loudly as a figure gracefully emerged out of the shadows, making the Northern men's jaw go slack while their lord and sister watched with wide eyes.
"Rijes aōt, jorrāelagon," (Congratulations, dear) their mother tongue echoed around the silent hall as Daemon embraced Aerea tightly, placing a kiss on her cheek. "Kostā rȳ mōrī henujagon bisa dīnagon." (You can at last leave this place)
Aerea smiled proudly as she watched her uncle observe the wolf lord with caution. "Issa nēdenka naejot mīsagon nyke," (He is brave to protect me) Aerea stated with a smirk.
"Ziry sȳrkta sagon, iā kesan nektogon zȳhon jorrāelagon tāemītsos hen," (He better be, or I will cut his dear stick off) Daemon threatened with a smirk while Aerea laughed, shaking her head.
On the other hand, the men belonging from the northern part of the continent looked at the dragon-riders with amazement written on their faces. Aerea could see the gears in their head working as they tried to make out any meaning of the words exchanged.
"I hope you don't mind me stealing your betrothed away, my Lord," Daemon said with a smirk, his hand encircling her waist as she looked at her uncle with amusing eyes. Cregan took in a deep breath, trying not to focus on the hand around his betrothed's waist.
"Of course not, My Prince."
#house targaryen#hotd imagine#house of the dragon#aemond targaryen x reader#daemon targaryen x reader#daemon x reader#cregan stark fanfic#cregan x targayen#cregan x reader#cregan stark#cregan stark x reader
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Moonlight and Rosepetals
By now, Ciri is convinced that Geralt arms are the safest place in the world. Being held by arms so thick and muscular and warm, being pressed against a solid, secure chest that dwarves her and keeps her protected and hidden from the world and all its failures. He had started out as a protector, an enigma that was strong and sturdy and grizzly and grumpy, but over the months he has mellowed into this protective, attentive, gentle giant that spends hours in the evening holding her close to ward off the cold air.
Her eyes close and she leans her weight onto the witcher. She's laying on his chest, his arm around her, using him as a large pillow. Geralt doesn't seem to mind, he only brings her closer. He doesn't notice the increase of weight, of course, she's puny compared to his size and stature. His arm shifts across her shoulders, pulling her closer as he relaxes on the chaise they've found themselves in after a lovely dinner of salmon that Coën and Eskel had caught that morning, with buttery potatoes, roasted root vegetables and a firey vinnegary sourkraut that nearly blew her socks off. Lambert's creation, of course.
Speaking of the red headed devil;
"Look at you, mother hen." He says, a boyish grin on his lips as he watches the two of them together. "Who would have thought that the thing that would tame the great white wolf would be a little lion cub."
Geralt's eyes open slowly, and he leans his head over to his brother at a leisurely pace. "Even the pup could put you on your ass, knobhead. She'd go for the throat, mind you." He rumbles, smirking.
Lambert throws up both middle fingers. "Could not." He grumbles. "Little one can't even pull an Igni."
"Maybe not, but she can blast you to hel if she wants to." He smirks as Lambert flips him off again.
"Fuck off. Go back to cradling your pup, mother hen. We all know how you act when the slightest chill goes through these halls. You attack her with a swaddle of blankets so much so the poor kid nearly suffocates." Lambert rumbles, grinning as Geralt rolls his eyes and huffs. "Can't have the pretty little princess getting sick, now, can we?"
"Even if she was, she'd still be well enough to thrash the likes of you. Didn't she get a hit on you a couple days ago on the training grounds?"
"Lucky shot." Lambert grumbles. "Can't properly attack the kid, now, can I? Or you'll have my balls as souvenirs."
Geralt chuckled loudly, throwing the empty bottle at Lamberts head, the whole room laughing when it bounces off his forehead and clatters to the floor.
"Dickhead!"
#geralt and ciri#the witcher netflix#geralt of rivia#cirilla of cintra#fanfiction#witcherfanfiction#dadralt#ciri is his baby#geralt is the best dad#i love him#uncle lambert#lambert witcher
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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.
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t4t geraskier pillow princess geralt of rivia i am casting spells
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Geralt: I do all the riding when it comes to horses!
Also geralt: I refuse to ride the bard! He has to be on top! I am the princess!
#my nonsense#jaskier#geralt#geraskier#top jaskier#dom jaskier#bottom geralt rights#bottom geralt#geralt is a pillow princess#pillow princess geralt#roach the horse#horse girl geralt#jaskier vs roach
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@0dde11eth
#the witcher#jaskier#geraskier#geralt of rivia#geralt#the witcher netflix#witcher#geralt x jaskier#dandelion#julian alfred pankratz#kaer morons#geralt is a pillow princess#bottom Geralt rights
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Passiflora Bards Week!
Masterlist for our Servers Bards Weeks where participants had to create content featuring two or more bards! I'm thrilled that we had some real rarepairs from the games thrown in here as well!
AO3 Collection Here
Livy - @resident-lambert-hoe - Masterlist
Holding Hands - Essi Daven/Priscilla - AO3/Tumblr
The Flying Fish - Valdo/Adrien de Roulou - AO3/Tumblr
Cravats and Lilies - Valskier - AO3/Tumblr
U-haul - Essi/Priscilla - AO3/Tumblr
Pampering - Essi/Priscilla - AO3/Tumblr
Lexi - @d-andilion
Professional Conduct - Valskier - AO3/Tumblr
Forever - Valskier - AO3/Tumblr
This Means War - Valskier - AO3/Tumblr
Whispered In the Dark - Valskier - AO3/Tumblr
Sorry I'm Late - Valskier - AO3/Tumblr
Imagine It - Valskier - AO3/Tumblr
Missing You - Valskier - Tumblr
Aikori - @drabble-me-this
The Best Part of Breaking up (is your friends getting petty revenge) - Gen - AO3/Tumblr
Carry The Weight - Essi/Priscilla, Gen - AO3/Tumblr (Collab with @officerjennie)
The League of Extrordinary Bards - Gen - AO3/Fic/Art (collab with @jaskierswolf)
If You Want Something Done Right... - Gen - AO3/Tumblr
Wolfie - @jaskierswolf
Devotion - Jaskilion - AO3/Fic/Art (collab with Aikori)
Most Beloved Rival - Valskier- AO3/Tumblr
Pillow Princess - Valskier - AO3/Tumblr
A Fairy Tale for Ending for Us - Jaskilion - AO3/Tumblr
One Day More - Jaskilion - AO3/Fic/Art (Collab with @dama-art)
Others
Saudade - The Boy With a Thorn In his Side - Valskier - AO3 (with art!)
Saudade and OfficerJennie - For times, they are a-changin' - gen - AO3/Art
Saudade - Remember, today you're enough - Essi/Priscilla - AO3
@kueble and @dapandapod - Perfect Day - Jaskilion - AO3/Fic/Art
Kueble - Blessed Silence - Valskier - AO3/Tumblr
@spacecores - Jaskilion - Art
Rience_Fire_Fucker - Novigrad Hospitality Gascoigne/Victor/Geralt - AO3 (Dead Dove)
@dapandapod - Work For it - Valskier - AO3
Panda - Ruin Me - Valdo/Jaskilion - AO3
@taender-kisses - Petals in the Storm - Essi/Jaskier - AO3
DeadDoveCollector - Priscillia/Dandelion - AO3 (collab with @witcherslittledove)
@officerjennie - it's not hiding, it's strategically not looking at the screen - Jaskilion - Tumblr
Officerjennie - No Other way - Valskier - Tumblr
@flawney - gen - art
#the witcher#the passiflora discord#bards week#jaskier pankratz#valdo marx#essi daven#priscilla#dandelion#julian alfred pankratz#valskier#jaskilion
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Lend me a hand, you say? 👀
Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips
Lend Me A Hand is the title of my upcoming modern Gerlion au >:))
It’s something I’m very excited about!! I’ve been working on it for a few months now and it’s quite a monster of a document.
Anyways, here’s now the snippet!!
In a future life, perhaps Dandelion would have been an architect, given how honest to goodness sturdy the pillow (and cushions, blankets, chairs pressed against the side of the bed, and one My Little Pony backpack crammed in there somewhere) fort was holding up.
Perhaps they were extraordinary stiff pillows that could be used as bricks, but they couldn’t be. Dandelion had slept on them before and they had done their job wonderfully. And they’re doing their job perfectly again by not falling on the princess who is slumbering away inside.
Lying on the couch was a difficult thing to do, especially when every single cushion was pulled out. He shivered as a cold draft landed upon him. There’s no more blankets left in the apartment due to the fact that they’re all the structural support for Ciri’s fort. But Dandelion has slept in worse before (and strange how those always belong to those who he slept with worse).
He pulls his knees to his chest and closes his eyes, beginning to feel all of the effects from running constantly back and forth, diving to catch a child, and then the series of mini-heart attacks he’s suffered from watching after Ciri, exhaustion overtaking him. Dandelion threw a glance at the digital clock by the TV, cursing Geralt silently for making him to math in his head as he converts the 24-hour time to 12 intervals. It was 11:38. Goodness.
The thought emerges temporarily that he should charge Geralt for this, but he quickly waves it away. He offered to babysit his kid for a reason.
At that same point, however, Dandelion did come to a realization of why so many people didn’t offer to babysit for her before, despite her angelic appearance.
Right when he’s on the edge of barely drifting, Dandelion is jolted awake again when the doorbell rings, also causing Roach to meow down the hallway. Dandelion sits up, his back complaining loudly about how utterly uncomfortable the bare couch is, but nonetheless he stumbles over to the door.
The first thing that Dandelion is met with is Geralt with bandages wrapped around his neck and a colorful Dora the Explorer band-aid slapped right on his chin that Dandelion had a sneaking suspicion he knows exactly which Wolf placed that on him.
“Oh, you’re still here,” is Geralt’s mumbled response as he stands there in the doorway, which implies some things that Dandelion would rather not think about when it comes to past babysitting experiences that Ciri has gone through. “I can leave if you so desperately desire it,” Dandelion says sarcastically but Geralt’s panicked response nearly makes him want to take it back.
“No, not at all. Unless you want to— I won’t hold it against you for that at all. But I don’t want you to go, not that I want to you here more than what you would like. Am I holding you for more than what you would like?—“
Dandelion can’t tell if he wants to kiss or punch this man. Maybe both. Perhaps he can punch his lips and offer to kiss it better. But given how sturdy Geralt is, he’s certain that it’s his fingers that are going to break first.
“I don’t mind at all. Ciri was a joy to be around,” Dandelion says honestly. As long as you ignore the knives and the dangerous acrobatics the child had gotten into. But bringing that up might prompt Geralt to feather and tar him.
“Most people don’t say that,” Geralt says as he pushes past Dandelion into his apartment, who is desperately holding back the urge to say ‘I’m not like the other girls’ right in Geralt’s face, whom he is certain would not get but it would be funny nonetheless.
“Maybe Ciri likes me more than all of the others,” Dandelion proposes. It’s a silly idea.
“I like you than all of the others,” Geralt says from the hallway closet where he’s taking off his jacket and kicking off his shoes. Dandelion nearly choked on his spit.
Wow, isn’t that a powerful statement for his lovesick yearning heart? He isn’t too fully sure how much longer his heart can take of this longing, this want for the silver-haired man in front of him.
“Why the fuck are all of the cushions missing?”
Oh. Right.
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Daemon fucking his mistress in his wife’s bed after his wife upsets him.
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A chorus of short heavy breaths and whimpers of pleasure echoed in Rhea Royce’s bedchamber. Only, the sounds didn’t come from her.
‘’Let's give the bronze bitch a nice surprise when she'll get into bed later tonight,’’ Daemon laughed devilishly as he railed you from behind, face down and ass up.
When it came to her ears that her husband had taken Dragonstone with another woman at his side – a mistress –, Rhea was furious. She could handle Daemon fucking whores left and right in brothels, but claiming a castle and ruling with another woman was marital treason and would make her a laughingstock to the whole of the Seven Kingdoms.
Daemon being Daemon, he fucked you in Rhea’s bed to let her know he will keep doing whatever the fuck he wants. He would rid himself of her would her death not point all the accusatory arrows so blatantly at him.
You clutched at the sheets harshly as he gripped your hips, eyes closing in pure bliss from feeling Daemon’s cock pressing so deep in you. That cock was a gift from the gods.
Surprisingly, the silver haired prince wasn't the sole mastermind behind this little revenge. You were the one who sparked him the filthy idea.
‘’She’s probably jealous and bitter because your marriage is still not consumed. Because you fuck me instead of her,’’ you had told him after his return from Runestone.
After a couple more thrusts, Daemon pulled out and made a mess all over the bronze bitch's bedsheets, spurting thick ropes of cum on the bed and not forgetting her pillow. He laughed devilishly at his immature piece of art, then grabbed your jaw to pull you toward him for a messy kiss.
‘’What a masterpiece.’’
You looked at the mess of cum and kissed Daemon's cheek. ‘’You are a true artist, my prince.‘’ You caressed his chest, feeling the hard muscles and war scars under your fingers.
A laugh rumbled from his chest. ‘’Now let’s add your contribution of the piece of art.’’ Daemon captured your lips for another kiss, reaching between your legs so he could slide two fingers, having not forgotten about your own pleasure. He rapidly pumped them inside you, making you throw your head back at the feeling.
Your hands tugged at his silver hair, needing something to grab as whines spilled from your lips, feeling yourself clench around your the Rogue Prince’s fingers.
‘’Cum all over my fingers,’’ Daemon said, nipping at your neck and jawline with his mouth. ‘’Soak the bitch’s sheet so she knows who I fuck at night, who I fuck all the time. Who I want by my side when I get crowned King of the Seven Kingdoms.’’
His last words took you to the edge, legs trembling as you came all over Daemon’s fingers.
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fanworks creators self rec! when you get this, reply with your favourite five fanworks you’ve made, then pass on to at least five other creators💗
goddddd picking just 5 is gonna be hard ajshsh i’ve written… too many
im gonna go for less popular works bc ofc i’m proud of my most popular works, duh. so im disregarding like pillow princess and casual competition and those other hella popular marauders ones. i’m also disregarding my kinktober blurbs bc i actually loved like all of those so it’d make choosing rlly hard. plus there are just… so many
I rlly liked Hysteria! I feel like i came up with a cool sexy somewhat unique idea and executed it p well :))
I actually rlly liked my Peter Parker mini alphabet <3 exploring his character was sooooo fun :,)
I also liked Earning Forgiveness!! I feel like i wrote jask and geralt’s dynamic in a poly relationship pretty well 😁😁
surprisingly this lucius mirror blowjob fic makes the list :,)) idk why i just like the dynamic and concept here
finally my finnick fic survival instincts!!! i just looove this idea and am rlly proud of it, esp since inspiration hit me at like 2 am for it and i banged it out pretty quick.
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A golden world
"Now, this is a royal residence." Ciri smiles, her borrowed dress billowing as she spins around the ballroom sized bed chamber. She smiles at the gentle scent of sweet beeswax and rosewater and lily powder, spinning and throwing herself back first upon her large bed. She sinks into the clean sheets, inhaling deeply. "Oh, I've missed this."
The ache in her belly does not hurt as much as it once did to think of her time as a crown princess, the loss of her mother and the loss of her grandparents and dear mouseack, it will always be there, but it is not debilitating as it once was. But now, in her time, she will honor their memory and their sacrifice and never let it be forgotten or in vain.
"It suits you." Geralt says, coming over and sniffing at the wooden bedframe, touching the embroidered pillows. "Although you hate embroidery."
"Urgh," Ciri flips over onto her stomach and crawls towards the pillow. "The poor soul who put so many hours into this." She pats it once. "May they rest well, I pity the struggle."
Geralt snorts, plopping down in a plush, oversized chair that used to face the oversized dressing table, full to the brim with enough creams and lotions to make Jaskier squeal and Yennefer to sigh in delight. He can smell the jasmine and peonies and roses and lilac and vanilla that lay crushed up with lotion in tubs and vials, and the smell makes his nose itch.
"I'm glad you're happy." Geralt says, his voice is quiet. Such an unusuality after so many years of yelling for her in the distance.
"Well, happy is a questionable adjective. But I'm glad to be here, I'm glad people are gone." She says, perching up on her elbows. He feels the bite in his stomach as he sees the poorly healed scar on her cheek, the strands of silver dotted around her shining blonde hair. The green of her eyes is as bright as its always been, but the poor child has been through so much that she cannot be considered a child anymore.
"I'm glad to be with you now." Geralt says, standing up from his chair to loom over her. Not to intimidate, but if there's any part of her that needs protecting, any inch she cannot protect of herself, he will protect her now. From any and all things, if there's anything still left alive that means her harm. "I will not leave you now, you know this, hmm?" He aches to know whatever she has told him of what she has been through, all the things she has suffered and lost while he was taken from her. He will protect her now, in the ways he never did when he was lucky enough to be in her orbit. He didn't appreciate it then, but by all the gods, he knows he should have.
"I do." Ciri's voice is just as gentle as his own. "I've missed you, Papa. More than you can know."
She sits up, looking up at him, takes his scarred hand. They are both scarred and calloused in their own ways. We all carry our own burdens, we all carry our own scars.
"I can guarantee I've missed you more."
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Okay so here's a lil' prompt for you
How about some rough foreplay between a jealous Geralt and Jaskier being all "fucking finally you dumb sack of potatoes"
my darling nonie, thank you for your patience, im sorry it took me so long to get my writing vibes back, but we're finally back in business!
Warnings: horny, lil bitey/manhandle-y but nothing past netflix canon consistent roughness, grumpy dumb geralt and jaskier doing his best to get him to use words, lol and swearing.
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“You don’t scare me, Geralt,” Jaskier huffed, leaning back against the footboard of Geralt’s bed. They’d been sitting on the floor by the fire in his room for hours now, enjoying the warmth and reveling in the rest that the last few weeks of winter provided. Geralt, of course, had been getting a little antsy, ready to pack up and go, but also reluctant. So of course he had expressed this by being a bit of an asshole.
“I don’t want you scared…” he grumbled, picking at a hangnail and feeling a little bit like an idiot. He couldn’t exactly tell Jaskier how he wanted him, and that was probably the most frustrating thing on his mind that night. No matter what, he was going to keep the bard around as long as Jaskier would suffer his foul moods and emotional illiteracy. But it hurt to have him so close but so far out of his reach and he was constantly angry with himself for continuing to want.
“Then how do you want me? Hm?” Jaskier asked, flailing his arms about, expressing nearly as much frustration as Geralt felt, “Are you looking for a fight? Someone to hold your hand? Would you like me tied up instead? For fucks sake Geralt just fucking spit it out.”
Clenching his jaw, Geralt growled as he did his best not to picture his best friend tied up and desperate for him, “No.”
Jaskier got up on his knees and shuffled a little closer to where Geralt was leaning against the opposite wall, looking something like a praying monk, “Mellitelle, Geralt. I don’t think I can get it through your thick skull that I will absolutely not run and hide or abandon you if you tell me what you’re thinking. Even if it’s uncomfortable. Especially if it’s uncomfortable.”
As Geralt tried to find a way out of the corner he’d backed himself into with words satisfactory to the bard, he made the mistake of glancing at him. Jaskier looked like a romanticized painting in the firelight. His hair glowed in an orangish warmth and the low golden tones made his blue eyes sparkle even in the fading light. It really wasn’t fair. How the hell was Geralt supposed to say anything other than what he truly wanted?
Fear. Fear of rejection, or worse, of Jaskier, thinking it was some ridiculous joke and laughing him off like that couldn’t possibly be what has Geralt so worked up. That was plenty to keep Geralt from telling him exactly what he felt and thought. So he stayed quiet.
“You absolute-” Jaskier grumbled, almost to himself before starting in on a lecture, with animated hands and everything, “Here I am, quite literally on my fucking knees asking you to tell me what’s bothering you - which appears to be about me, so I think I have a right to know- and you just fucking look at me. What the ever-loving fuck makes you think I’m shivering my ass off in this haunted keep for, not getting laid in a warm castle - or even by your brothers down the hall- for anything other than a pathetic devotion to your grumpy ass?! Are you blind? Are you really so self-loathing? Do you just not care? For fuck’s sake, Geralt. Tell me so I can make it better because I’m not allowed to make the leap here! I’m not a sorceress! I can’t just probe your mind to-”
Geralt lunged, not a single thought in his head, just a frustrated need to tell Jaskier what he meant and an inability to do so with words. ‘The first leap..’ Fuck he hoped he’d read that right. If years traveling with the bard and constantly unraveling his riddles was anything to go by, he absolutely had. But the chance of rejection still hung in the air and pushed him near the edge of tears.
His hands gripped the front of Jaskier’s chemise and yanked him closer, so he was almost hovering over Geralt, and he recklessly mashed their lips together. Jaskier had to brace himself on Geralt’s shoulder and for a moment the witcher was terrified he was being pushed away. He was about to let go and quite literally tuck tail and run when Jaskier’s other hand laced its way through the hair at the back of his neck and tilted his head for him, deepening their kiss and adding a little intent to the passion.
Geralt groaned and hauled Jaskier up with him as he clambered to his knees, only breaking the kiss out of necessity but sealing their lips together whenever he could. He’d been given permission. After years of wanting and wishing and guilt-ridden fantasy, he could finally taste what he’d been longing for and self-restraint was rather hard to come by. So he didn't bother.
He crushed Jaskier to himself, needing to know this was real, not just one of his many dreams. In turn, Jaskier hooked one leg around his hips, an awkward position for the two of them standing on their knees on the cold stone floor, but it spurred Geralt on nonetheless. He lifted one knee so the bard was practically sitting on his thigh and rose to stand, kissing and sucking dark red marks on the bard’s jawline and neck. Without a second thought, he used his momentum to slam Jaskier against the wall, trapping him against his own body. Exactly where he wanted him. The bard let loose a soft grunt on impact but dug his nails into Geralt’s back regardless.
“Sorry,” Geralt murmured before leaving a set of angry red crescent teeth marks on the bard’s exposed collar bone.
“None of that, I’m in heaven,” Jaskier gasped, rolling his hips against Geralt as he rested his head back against the wall, “Fucking finally.”
Geralt made a confused grunt, not entirely too concerned with the conversation as he worked on untucking Jaskier’s shirt, clumsily and forcefully yanking it over his head.
“You thick sack of potatoes, I’ve been flirting with you for years. Fucking claim me already,” Jaskier gasped, gripping Geralt’s hair and pulling him back to him in a punishing kiss.
If there’s one thing Geralt was good at, it was following orders. And he followed this particular order with hitherto unmatched enthusiasm, in Jaskier’s words, “going above and beyond the call of duty.”
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