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mrsarnasdelicious · 8 months

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Service and Sollitude

"Undress." It is an order, given without turning to face you. "Bu-but... sire." You mumble. "You heard me." He says. He is still not turning towards you.

This is not the first time he's given you the order. But it is the first time he sounds determined and strict. This is the first time he means it. Before he had chuckled and given you the chance to leave. You originally thought he just likes to see you flustered and embarrassed. But today, he means it.

"Now!" His voice echoes through the vast cavernous bedroom.

"Yes, sire." You mutter. He turns to you as you begin to undo the laces of your dress. "Very good." Emhyr murmur. You flush brightly. "That is such a comely sight." He purrs.

He comes over, placing his hand over yours. "Help me with my armour first." He says. His voice is oddly gentle. "Yes, sire." You mutter. You help him with the straps and clasps of his breastplate. He looks at you with eagle eyes. You try your hardest not to look back at up at him. Something about those eyes threatens to suck you in.

Once you have removed his armour, the Emperor steps away. "Your dress." He says. "Yes, sire." You mutter. You undo the rest of your lacings and let your dress slide to the floor. It leaves you in a light white underdress and your smalls.

Emhyr looks at you with abject greed.

He draws your body against his. "Close your eyes." He growls. You oblige slowly. "Good girl." He whispers. He leans in. You feel his hot breath on your face. You can't help but quiver a little. Emhyr chuckles, low in his throat.

He grabs you by the waist and tosses you onto his bed.

You squeal in surprise, but are given no time to recover from the slight, albeit pleasant shock. He is on top of you within a second. His mouth presses firmly against yours. Your heart stops. You have quietly yearned for this moment. You put your arms around his neck. Emhyr growls against your lips. He then deepens the kiss.This practically forces you to respond. You moan and open up for him.

His tongue licks into your mouth right away.

You moan, tangling your fingers into his ebony hair. Emhyr groans darkly in reply. He lowers his body against yours. You can feel his muscles move through your clothes and his. You whimper and press yourself up against him. Emhyr slowly breaks away. He looks down on you and smirks. "Look at how quickly I turned you on." He murmurs.

He leans down again, placing his lips on your neck.

You can't help wanton moan after wanton moan escaping you when Emhyr begins to cover every inch of your jaw, neck and throat with kisses. He groans gruffly against your skin. Even the sound of him turns you on. Everything about him so so virile. Maybe that is why they call him the white flame. Because he burns with almost a visible passion. It is incredibly attractive.

"You understand what I a going to do to you, correct?" He murmurs. "To me, or with me?" You venture to tease. A small smirk pulls at Emhyr's lips. You can press it against your throat. "You are a clever woman." He whispers. "I know." You cooe. "So you most certainly understand what I will do with you." He replies. "Yes." You affirm.

"Good." He murmurs.

His lips venture to your collarbone. You moan and arch up at him. "So eager." He purrs. He nips and sucks at your skin. You twist your fingers into his dark hair. Gods, he is so good at this! He groans as you pull his hair. His teeth press tighter into your skin.

"Out of your shift." He backs up a little. You gather the bottom of your under dress in your hands and draw it up over your head. You breasts bounce free. Emhyr looks greedily at them. You become a bit flustered by the intensity of his gaze.

He cups your breast with a large hand. You shudder at how nice it feels. Gently Emhyr begins to massage your breast. You arch into his touch. "Do you like this?" He asks sharply. "Yes sire, I do." You whimper.

"Call me Emhyr." The Emperor says. "Yes ... Yes Emhyr." You taste his name on your tongue. It is a powerful name. It stirrs something amorous inside you.

His fingers rub and twist at your nipples. You writhe a little and moan sweetly for him. Emhyr leans in to lick at your left nipple. You tug at his hair and moan rather loudly. Never have you experienced sensation like this. And by the gods do you crave more.

"My guess is that you like it." Emhyr growls. "I do." You whisper. "Good, I want you to enjoy this." He replies.

He switches to your right breast, lavishing your flesh with mouth and tongue. "G-gods... more." You whimper. "Yes." Emhyr whispers hotly. He sucks down on your nipple and gropes your other breast with a firm hand. You arch into his touch.

"You are such a good girl." He growls hotly.

He rolls off of you to take off his breeches. "Should I help?" You cooe. A smile tugs at Emhyr's lips. "You may, if you wish." He purrs. You reach out to him. Emhyr looks up at you. There is something vulnerable in his face. He is alone, searching for intimacy in your lap and bossom. And you are glad to give it to him.

You help him out of his breeches and smalls. He is very handsome. In every single place. There is no scar that mars him and no imperfection on his body. You wonder if that is by magic, or if he just takes such good care of himself. Either way, you sit and marvel at him for a little while. "Touch me." Says Emhyr. You know by his voice that he needs it. He needs to be touched. You reach out running your fingers down his chest, then his belly and his thighs. His cock is twitching slightly at your approach. "Go on." Emhyr murmurs. You smile a small smile at him and curl your fingers around his cock. He inhales sharply, a hissing breath between his teeth.

Slowly you begin to jerk him off.

For a moment it seems like Emhyr is trying to remain composed. But then moans rise from his throat. And they sound surprisingly desperate. He truly has been needing this. He has been so starved for your touch. And by the gods you are so ready to give him what he needs. And you are also very ready to take from him what you want. And you want all of him.

You wriggle to change position and lean in to take him into your mouth. “Gods...” Emhyr hisses. He finds his head is spinning. He was not expecting this! You smirk around his cock and swallow down more of him. “Gah!” Emhyr cries out, falling into the cushions. Evidently he hasn’t gotten his cock sucked in a good long while. You take him down to the root, though only briefly. It has him clawing at the sheets. You taste his desperate precum on the tip of his cock. You moan sweetly and tongue at his slit. Emhyr squirms and makes all sorts of unkingly, desperate noises. You adore the sounds of him. You adore the taste of him. Once again yoh sallow him down to the root, this time holding on slightly longer.

And then you let him slip from your mouth altogether.

“I think it is time now.” Emhyr murmurs. “Yes sire.” You whisper. You know what he intends. And you want him, too. You want him so badly!

You lay down for him, spreading your legs for him. “Good girl, very good.” Emhyr praises warmly. He wastes no more time and lines up. You moan as the head of his cock prods against your core. “You are mine now.” He whispers. You nod mutely. You just want him to claim you now. Your mind is void of anything else. Emhyr presses on. He breaches your core and he spreads you open, impaling you on his cock. You moan loudly. It is so fucking good.

“Fuck me, oooh yes, My King.” You moan.

And he fucks you. Slow and deep. He hits that special spot inside you and at exactly the right pace. It is perfect. You are breathless with it, scratching at his beautifully sculpted shoulders. Emhyr grunts softly. “You feel so good.” He whispers. “You do too.” You reply. He leans down to kiss you slowly and you moan into his mouth. Emhyr moans in return. His tongue caresses your and he sucks on your lips. It is sweet and at the same time very intense.

But then he picks up the pace, breaking the kiss to tower over you. He slams into you, over and over again. He is chasing his climax. You can only take it, let him do as he pleases. You moan upon every thrust and feel your own climax approach. Though you know every well penetration isn’t going to be enough. You know he needs to give you a little more if he wants you to cum as well.

Though you are not sure if you can ask him for it.

“M-more...” You stammer. Emhyr understands what you need. His thumb finds the top of your folds. He rubs around for your clit and moan when he finds it. “This?” He asks softly. “Y-yes my lord.” You moan. Emhyr smiles gently to you and begins to rub you carefully. Continuous little moans tumble from your lips. You just cannot help yourself. It feels so good. “So close.” You whine. “What more?” Emhyr asks. “Ju-just.. just more.” You manage. “More of this?” He verifies. You nod quietly. He keeps rubbing you, carefully and tenderly. And it is enough. It is just right. You feel the lighting in your spine and the tension in your muscles release. Warmth spreads through your lower belly and your inner walls contract on Emhyr’s cock. “Gods.” He groans. You can feel him twitch inside you.

“I’ll cum too.” He groans. You nod minutely. “Do it, Your Grace, fill me with your seed.” You whisper, kissing at his jaw. Emhyr groans again and you hear something akin to desperation. “I .. oh.. I will.” He gasps. His thrusts become uneven and his breath ragged. He shoves himself as deeply inside you as he can manage, spending himself with a loud grunt.

“Thank you, My Emporer.” You whisper, drawing him into a kiss. He moans against your lips and spends a little more. “You deserve it.” He whispers into your mouth. “You deserve to have my child. You deserve my love.” He rumbles darkly.

#emhyr var emreis #emhyr x reader #Bard Edwards #the witcher #smut under the cut

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the-doctor-3000 · 10 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 {The Witcher x F!Reader}

1: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 (pt. 1)

The chirping of birds woke the nineteen-year-old y/n up. She cracked her eyes open, having a difficulty to do so due to the light of the sun, and found herself laying in a forest. She sat up slowly, clenching the pendant that was hanging around her neck tightly and looked around in sheer confusion.

How did she even end up here? She was on a mission with her siblings. Knowing that it didn't include the woods. She quickly searched around for her stuff. She had her seraph blade, her stele was on her jacket's pocket along with a sensor and her witchlight stone. She stood up on her feet with a small stumble and continued to look at her surroundings confused.

The air was clearer, deprived of pollution. It was nice but scary too.

Where was she? Had she been teleported there and how?

Not expecting to get any answers from just standing there and staring, she walked her way out of the forest. Or at least tried to. No sign of a city but a small village. Too medieval-like for her own liking.

Hopefully the mundanes were just filming a movie with that theme. As she approached, her nostrils picked up some unpleasant smells which caused her to gag in disgust.

It smelled worse than a farm or litter boxes. She had been to villages before but none of them smelled like that.

She went pass a few locals, all of them dressed in medieval styled peasant clothing, and some gave her some odd looks while others minded their own business. Y/n's brows furrowed. She looked around, expecting to see some cameramen filming the entire thing or the staff.

She saw none.

What she did see was a cart, drawn by two piebald mares. She tilted her head to the side as she cautiously followed and examined the people on it.

Three. The driver. Nothing too unusual for the theme of the movie - if it was a movie; he was wearing sheepskin over his bare skin and his hair reached his brows. Next to him sat another man; that one was slim, he was wearing a fancy bonnet with a heron's feather decorating it. She noticed that he was holding a lute. A troubadour, she mentally noted.

Her eyes trailed to the man next to him. He was skinny, unhealthy pale and had milky loose hair. What she could make of his appearance from the far back was that he was a warrior of sorts.

She didn't know what but there was something about that man that piqued her interest. If her brothers were there they would be able to restrain her from going off to satisfy her curiosity. Her sister, though, would go along with her.

The white haired male spoke to the driver and he brought the horses to a halt. Y/n didn't know why but she felt like the white haired man could tell that she was following them.

Her suspicion was confirmed as he jumped out of the cart, daggers on each side and a steel sword on the back, and approached her.

She came to a halt as she gasped instinctively. His face. She had seen worse but there was something unsettling about him. His eyes were frightening and cat-like and there was something about him. . . Cold and threatening.

Her fingers tried to reach for her blades but he spoke. "Why are you following us?"

His voice was just as unsettling as the rest of his appearance. It was very unpleasant and hoarse. Y/n never had encountered anyone like him. She had seen things and yet this man made her feel afraid.

Why? She had killed demons, a man with a disturbing appearance should be nothing compared to her previous encounters.

He asked her again. More demanding but still calm. "Well?"

She flinched but finally found her voice. "I am sorry." She apologised and thought that the truth would be the best answer. "I am new around. . . . here and you three looked like an interesting bunch. Would it, ah, be alright to tag along until I find a way back?"

He seemed to think about it. His inhuman eyes stared into hers as if he were examining her. "Where are you from?"

"Manhattan, New York."

He arched a white brow. "Come again? Is this a new kind of joke?"

"Why would---? Listen, if you don't know where it is then just say so." She said, irritation building its way to her chest. "Don't have to act as if it doesn't exist."

"That's because it doesn't. Never heard of such place."

The seriousness in his tone made it difficult for y/n to tell whether he was messing with her or not. She crossed her arms over her torso, trying to keep a straight face and mask her worry. "Then where exactly am I?"

"Near Lower Posada, Dol Blathanna."

She barked a laugh. "Okay okay! That's creative but, for real, where am I?"

"Do I look like someone who is joking?"

Her hair went up like wires and a chill went down her spine. She croaked nervously, "Probably not."

There was a long silence between. The man's travelling companions were observing this interraction from afar, seeming quite interested to see how this would evolve. The bard was the most intrigued by it out of the two. Y/n avoided making eye contact with the man standing in front of her, her gaze was fixated on the medallion around his neck. It was made out of silver and had the shape of a wolf's head.

The longer she thought about it the more scared she became that maybe she was indeed in another universe and/or time period. Everything looked far too real, they smelled like it too, to be just a film production and the actors decided to mess with her.

Then it hit her. How could he, a mundane, see her? The glamour should have made it impossible unless, of course, he wasn't human himself but he didn't look like any of the Downworlders she had known of. The only distinct feature about him which only fit the warlocks' was his eyes, which were cat-like, but she could tell that he wasn't one. Mostly due to the fact that he was carrying weapons and, as far as she knew, warlocks needn't any of those. Not when they had their magic.

She gathered up some courage and spoke, "Do you---" She cut herself, thinking carefully of her next words and tried to make eye contact without flinching. Her mother and father always told her to stare someone in the eyes when speaking or else it would make her seem like a fool. "Is it alright to stay with you until I figure a way to return to my home? I promise that I won't get in the way of whatever it is that you are doing."

He crossed his arms over his chest. "And what is that you think I'm doing?"

Y/n shrugged. "Don't know and don't care. It's not my business either way as long as you don't cause any trouble that is."

"Hm."

He just hummed. No comment or any reply, just a hum. Y/n didn't know what to make of that guy but she followed him when he nodded for her to do so. They went to the cart and there was yet again an uneasy silence.

"I'm y/n Lightwood, by the way." She introduced herself to him, with a smile, hoping to at least learn his name. When he didn't respond, she quickly added. "Sorry if I crossed over any boundaries. It's just that people usually tell their names when they make an acquaintance." No response still. "So, ah, what's your name?"

"Geralt of Rivia."

"Geralt of Rivia." She tested his name, mispronouncing it completely, sounding like 'Jerald'. She noticed from the corner of her eye, his scarred eye twitching a little.

At least she got a reaction.

Not wanting to make things worse, she decided not to speak any further. When they reached the cart, the troubadour was the first one to acknowledge her.

"Ah! And who is your feminine friend, Geralt?" The bard asked, his cornflower blue eyes though were fixated on her.

He seemed pleasant, he looked like it too. His attitude so far was also friendly. She gave him a small smile, "I'm y/n. Y/n Lightwood."

As Geralt climbed on the cart, the bard hopped out. He took her hand and gingerly planted a kiss on the back of. "Charmed. I am Master Dandilion! A poet, a minstrel and a bard."

She chuckled, her cheeks flushing red a little. "Yeah, I got that. The lute gave it away."

"Would you be interested in hearing one of my ballads, my fair lady?"

An exasperated groan came from Geralt. Y/n was yet again curious but also bored.

"Music is the perfect way to pass the time while driving, so yeah!" She said with a warm smile gracing her features.

Dandilion beamed with joy.

She climbed the cart, Dandilion followed, and she was inbetween him and Geralt. The driver did not question her and continued. Y/n continued paying attention to Dandilion, too scared or uncomfortable to look at Geralt.

Disclaimer: I don't own the The Witcher nor the pictures/gifs, all credit goes to the original creators. This is a crossover between the Witcher and the Shadowhunter Chronicles. This will be based on the books and *not* the Netflix series and the story will be according to the books (though I'll add some scenes of my own and/or change some things in order for the mc to fit in the story).

This fanfiction will be also published on quotev.

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icefrye19 · 7 months

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𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚 | 𝐂𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐰𝐫 𝐃𝐲𝐟𝐟𝐫𝐲𝐧 𝐚𝐞𝐩 𝐂𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐡

❝ It was said the Dark Knight felled in love with the Princess at first sight, the minute he laid eyes on her his entire world had changed. For the first time, his loyalties had shifted, his entire life he had been loyal to his emepror that all changed when he meet Princess Emiliana Fiona Adalia Riannon. And, with that newfound love would have serve consequences for he would have to choose between his loyalties or love. On the other hand, Princess Emiliana hated the Black Night and wanted nothing more to see him dead, but was that really want she wanted or was it just a fluke that was a question that remained unsolved. ❝

❝ Do you love him. ❝

❝ Yes, I wish I didn’t but I do and I hate myself for loving that monster. ❝

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casualwriters · 10 months

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Mid Spoiler for season 3

Throwing the cloak down from sneaking out to understand what was going on with your sister and farther, the chase of finding her was driving him mad, and to occupy his mind was the wedding he had no care who you love or what you wanted all he wanted was to keep the kingdoms strong. Stopping by the corridors to rest your eyes it was a long day in Nilfgard hearing Rumors that Cahir was back and begging your father for another chance so he killed Gallante, you were well known to ease dropping on your farther conversations. "Princess " the guard smiled at you as you enter the door "have a good night" bowing your head to him opening your door to see Cahir leaning on the vanity table where the maids help do your hair.

"Cahir" the name felt weird on your lips "y/n" a rare smile infected his face. Walking over you hugged him " you can't be here" your faces were close frowning ''the marriage" he said. Cutting him off "can we not" you were forbidden to even talk to one of your farther guards more so fall in love with one you both knew if any news got out he would be stripe from his title and not welcome to Nilfgard you couldn't do that to Cahir that was the only so called family he had even if he was thinking what he was doing was wrong. Cahir kissed your forehead smiling there was no one who fitted you more. Cahir he brought the more reasonable side wrapping his arms around your, waist he lifted you up causing you to squeal. "Stop that" laughing he sat down on the bed you followed "when is it" he broke the ice as your head fell on his shoulder, " A couple days, less than a week" smiling at him

"We can still make the most of them " he chuckled holding your hand smiling looking up at him " mm a night with you can't be that bad guard" chuckling he kissed your lips as you soon enjoyed talking and spending the few more days with your guard.

#the witcher #cahir x reader #geralt x yennefer #yennefer of vengerberg #geralt rivia.#emperor emhyr #the witcher spoilers #the witcher s3 #please reblog ❤#cirilla of cintra #jaskier #the witcher games #the witcher fanfiction

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moonlightpirate · 1 year

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Masterlist

This is getting long so time for the keep reading cut!!!!

Return to The Madding Crowd

Chapter 1: The Storm

Chapter 2: A Fall Day

Chapter 3: To Love or Not to Love

Chapter 4: Proper Lady

Chapter 5: The Letters

Chapter 6: The Wedding Ball

Law of Destiny

Chapter 1: Stuck in Cintra

Chapter 2: The Journey Home

Chapter 3: Wide Awake

Chapter 4: Love and Dreams

Chapter 5: Damsel in Distress

Joey Batey and Jaskier

Secret Worlds series

The necklace

Together again

Dancing Under The Stars

Inkpot Gods

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Meeting the Lettenhoves

That Unwanted Animal

Part two Meeting the Lettenhoves

Adam Warlock

Goldilocks

Chapter 1: Thunderstruck

Valentines Day One Shots

Someone To Say

Madly

West Side Story

Somethings Coming

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astaldis · 10 months

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Whump Week Masterpost

Thanks a lot @week-of-whump for organising this fun event. Here is a list of all my works for the prompts. If you are interested in reading some of it, you can find the stories in my Ao3 collection:

Week of Whump August 2023

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otterintheflightdeck · 1 year

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Pearls Before Hedgehogs 2

(Part 1 on AO3: https://href.li/?https://archiveofourown.org/works/46609351 / tumblr: https://otterintheflightdeck.tumblr.com/post/715127121020960768/pearls-before-hedgehogs-emhyrmererid-730-words)

A week.

A week passed with Mererid in sweet agony, watching as Emhyr went about his usual Emperor business as if he hadn't reduced Mererid to a stuttering mess with a single line of improvised verse. He was starting to believe that he had dreamed all of it.

And if Emhyr seemed a little more relaxed than usual, and a little less dour, well, Mererid was probably imagining that, too.

Emhyr was working on a thick report that an advisor had brought to him, annotating it in his elegant hand, and the night falling around him had not stopped his work. He hadn't looked up when Mererid had lit the torches for him, nor when he had placed a candle at one corner of his desk.

Mererid stood and waited.

Even The White Flame Dancing on the Barrows of his Enemies could only work for so long, and finally he sat back in his chair, his shoulders rising and falling in a sigh that didn't reach Mererid's ears. He rubbed his eyes briefly with one hand as the other placed his quill back into its golden stand. Mererid realized he was staring and stopped himself, focusing instead on one of the torches on the wall.

He still caught the movement of Emhyr's flexing fingers out of the corner of his eye, though, and he was by his side in an instant. The tips of his ears burned with embarrassment at how eager he must have looked, but that wasn't enough to stop him. "Please allow me, Your Majesty," he said as he reached for Emhyr's hand, and there was a flicker of amusement along with that of the candlelight in Emhyr's eyes. Mererid looked down and started massaging Emhyr's fingers even as he felt the blood rush to the rest of his face.

"I thought I had made my feelings clear, Mererid," Emhyr said, startling him. "You may touch me as you please."

The thought was dizzying. Mererid wanted to slip his fingers up Emhyr's sleeve and to the soft skin on the inside of his wrist, where his pulse would beat the strongest. He wanted to rake his fingers through Emhyr's hair as his personal attendants did when they washed it. He wanted to dab perfumed oil behind his ears and under his arms and on the soles of his feet, and feel the small dimples on his lower back that he would sometimes steal glimpses of as Emhyr emerged from his bath. He wanted--

Mererid swallowed. "Very well," he replied, barely above a whisper, daring to dispense with the usual Your Majesty. The small silence that replaced the title felt shiveringly intimate, more so even than the heavy warmth of Emhyr's hand in his, and he held his breath as he waited for a rebuke. He rubbed the pad of his thumb along the back of Emhyr's hand, tracing each bone down to the wrist, then back up.

No rebuke came. He finally glanced up, emboldened somewhat, and found Emhyr watching him with an absent, thoughtful sort of look on his face. Mererid had seen that expression on him before. "I--I fear I will not be able to withstand another verse," he blurted out, then felt his mouth stretch into a wobbling, sheepish smile.

One corner of Emhyr's mouth twitched. A normal man would have laughed, no doubt. "Very well," he echoed, then caught Mererid's fingers with a brief squeeze of his thumb. "A kiss, then."

#emhyr/mererid #emhyr x mererid #oops there's more #the credibility of emhyr's hand cramps is left as an exercise for the reader #pearlhog

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thefanfictioncorner-blog · 2 years

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Read now! (8)

#wattpad #x reader #fanfiction #games #the witcher 3 #morvran voorhis #voorhis #general voorhis #nilfgaard #emhyr var emreis #morvran voorhis x reader #x you #x yn #general voorhis x you #tw3 #the witcher wild hunt #wild hunt

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harrylovesteas · 11 months

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ harrylovesteas’ masterlists & basic information.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ hello and welcome to my blog. i’ve been writing for most of my teen and adult years , however , i never really published them. now that i’m in my mid-twenties i’ve returned to writing as a form of relaxation.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ i currently live in EST ( eastern standard time ) and check my blog when i am able. i have a fairly demanding job along with some health issues , which means i can be very active or barely around. however, my inbox and messages will always be open if you have a request , want to react to any of my writings or just want to chat !!

on going stories :

xoxo , little bird - a modern aemond targaryen x ( implied tully ) reader

rose bush- a discontented harry styles fanfic

maybe i still love you - a lorna dane x alex summers fic ( coming soon)

one shots & imagines :

requests & characters i write for :

i do accept requests and will do my best to write out what you ask for. however, i do have a busy life and it can take up to two weeks for it to be published. if i get overwhelmed i may put the request on hold and post it as soon as i can. writing is a hobby for me and there are times I may have more ideas for certain requests and plots. i may accept plots for characters that are not listed. if they aren’t listed feel free to just ask .ᐟ i may have wanted to write for them but i don’t have ideas , or maybe i’m currently working on something for them !

ch. i will write for :

asoiaf / game of thrones / house of the dragon / fire and blood

aegon targaryen

aemond targaryen

alicent hightower

cregan stark

daemon targaryen

daenerys targaryen

jacaerys velaryon

helaena targaryen

rhaenyra targaryen

robb stark

sansa stark

marvel

bucky barns ( any version )

cyclops

havok

magento

magik

polaris

last kingdom

finan

osferth

sihtric

uhtred

witcher

yennefer

triss

emhyr

geralt

ragnorok ( netflix )

fjor

laurits

magne

saxa

divider credit : @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

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popcorn1989 · 2 years

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Witcher:

Vesemir x Reader --- I'll Help you -- Words: 862

Emhyr x Cahir --- You are much more -- Words: 817

Emhyr x Cahir --- You are my King -- Words: 890

Cahir x Jaskier --- Shut up and sleep -- Words: 952

Cahir x Reader --- I don't deserve you -- Words: 1079

Cahir x Reader --- Training 1* -- Words: 1101

Cahir x Reader --- Training 2*-- Words: 501

Cahir x Reader --- Nightmares -- Words: 747

Cahir x Reader --- Monster strikes -- Words: 772

Cahir x Reader --- Monsters -- Words: 635

Cahir x Reader --- What do you think? -- Words: 1198

Cahir x Lambert x Coen --- Erotic -- Words: 609

Cahir x Reader --- Steal/borrow

Cahir x Reader --- Clothes

Cahir x Reader --- Erotic

Cahir x Jaskier x Reader ---Take care of Reader

Cahir x Jaskier x Reader --- Marriage proposal

Cahir --- Don't underestimate him.

Witchers --- Firstborn child

Witchers x Reader --- Valentine's Day

Witchers x Reader --- Issues/ being scared

Witchers x Reader --- Mute Reader

Witchers x Reader --- Helps you through grief

Witchers x Reader --- Nightmare

Other Requests:

Chris Fulton x Reader --- Erotic -- Words: 1398

Avi Kaplan x Reader --- Erotic -- Words: 1852

#witcher fanfiction #witcher netflix #witcher tag #witcher #rience #cahir #chris fulton #requests #female writers

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astudyincontrasts · 1 year

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Darling Study, I want you to know that I stayed up until 4 a.m. last Friday because I was so hooked on Heart of Frost, and I'm having trouble resisting the urge to replay Wild Hunt and read the series over again! You're such a great writer and I really enjoyed this one 💙💙

I’m so sorry I didn’t respond to this sooner I was holding it close to my heart like a warm little fire 🥹🖤 Thank you so very very much!!! You are so kind and lovely and I’m glad you enjoyed the fic that much! Kissing you kissing you kissing y

If anyone else missed it or is interested in some Witcher based sexiness here’s the link!

#asks #heart of frost #witcher fic #emhyr var emreis x reader #emhyr fic #emperor emhyr #emhyr var emreis #the Witcher

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tigerlyla-of-metinna · 2 years

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Emhyr and Sarah (my Witcher OC) together. Photo provided by @alphagravy and edits in PS and SAI by me, altering the female npc into the character of my still-in-the-works fan fic A Painting of You.

#emhyr #emhyr var emreis #nilfgaard #witcher oc #emhyr x oc #emhyr x reader #witcher #witcher 3 #witcher fanfiction #photoshop #paintool sai #wiedzmin #wiedźmin

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falinaoftoussaint · 3 years

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Alright, hit me up with your Emhyr x reader fic recs

Fuck Nilfgaard but also fuck Nilfgaard am I right

#emhyr x reader #ok to reblog #Witcher fanfic #mine

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icefrye19 · 1 month

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕾1: 𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐉𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧 ^ in Chainborn

#the witcher #witcher oc #cirillatwinsister #cirilla fiona elen riannon #ciri x cerys #cerys an craite #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #cahir x reader #geralt of rivia #yennefer of vengerberg #wattpad #calanthe of cintra #pavetta of cintra #emhyrvaremreisnetflix #emhyr var emreis #nifaggard #witcher netflix #jaisker

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amegakure-s · 2 years

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Real talk, why the fuck they did what they did to the season 2 of Netflix's The Witcher?

THE WITCHER NETFLIX SEASON 2 SPOILERS BELOW

Showrunner calls this show a book adaptation. It is not. S02E01 is ok-ish. Not remarkable, not monstrous. I liked Geralt's fight against Vereena, very well done.

But from episode 2 onwards... oh my fucking GOD.

Why, just WHY would Eskel bring hookers to a remote location in the mountains, such as Kaer Morhen, right after Geralt says that KM is secluded? How Vesemir agrees this? Why Ciri assists to this shitshow?

What the fuck was the relevance of the Voleth Meir plot? What about monoliths' one?

Why is Cahir portrayed as a fanatical villain? Why are Fringilla's and Stregobor's roles more relevant than in the books? Why the Brotherhood's fugitive after Sodden is Yennefer and NOT Triss? Why is Yen captured by Nilfgaard at all after she scorched 20 thousand Nilfgaardians out of existence??? Why the fuck does everyone think she is dead? Why does she need to prove her loyalty to the North after winning at Sodden?

Why is Francesca with the Scoia'tael? Why the "elves populating Cintra" plot exists? Why the FUCK she is pregnant? Why are the elves taught ordinary army tactics and not special commando tactics, since they are knowledgeable of the Northern terrain?

Why is Cahir such an omnipresent character? In the books, after the Fall of Cintra, he returns to Nilfgaard but he is immediately arrested. Then we don't see him for another 2 books.

Why Lydia van Bredevoort even sniffs the vial of elder blood? In the books she is depicted as a smart and cunning sorceress.

Why the fuck did they do Vilgefortz x Tissaia a thing?

Why Nenneke drops f-bombs?

Why does Emhyr state to Fringilla and Cahir the fact that Ciri is his daughter? Also, why is he appearing so soon?

Why Ciri's and Geralt stop at Shaerrawedd is cut from the show? This was a BIG scene in BoE and possibly one of the best in the entire book series.

Why Yennefer lost her magic? After Sodden, in the books, she goes blind for a while and needs to recover for some time, that's all. Why does Yennefer want to sacrifice Ciri? Are we fucking kidding here?

Should I continue? Maybe. I don't want it. There are so many fuck-ups in the show that my interest in it is almost zero at this point. I wanted (as many other Witcher book readers) an adaptation that would make sense and be in line with the atmosphere of the books, but we've got this abomination... just dissappointed.

#the witcher netflix #the witcher

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