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bodies !

[churchofpossum]

Sweet Nectar and Ambrosia

A patreon request for fae!Geralt from May. Full pic plus a sketch sheet can be found on Twitter.

[mintmavka]

❤️All the witcher pin-ups I have done by now ( Orianna, Syanna, and my beloved half-oc succubus twins - Natanis and Nistana)

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[ethxrxalitys]

idk man!!! i just want them to finger me until i cant think, and all i can do is moan and look up at them with complete adoration in my eyes

[alpinezro]

this fandom is a prison

[blueberry-fiction]

Yennefer’s Body

Yennefer of Vengerberg x fem!reader

(18+) Minors please DNI!

Sleep came to her quickly these days, allowing Yennefer’s precognitive dreaming to take over every moment of her unconscious existence. The ability had not come to her easily at first, but after decades of tedious practice it had proven to be immensely useful. Waking from these dreams of the future was, however, always disorienting and tricky.

It was not uncommon for local bards to sing tales of less experienced mages becoming stuck inside of their dreams. Some stories even claimed to require another mage's spell to break the dreamy trance. But Yennefer was not going to become one of those tall tales, at least not tonight.

No, tonight cool ocean air drifted lazily over The Great Sea and across the clear night sky, eventually making its way up toward the cracked window near the place where Yennefer now slept. Her eyes flickered wildly behind her closed lids and all at once, Yennefer could feel herself waking from the strangest dream she'd had yet.

Her mind was groggy and her eyes squinted against the moonlight that illuminated her chambers. She'd never seen this far into her future before- Into their future.

How had Yennefer met her? She couldn't remember that part now. Instead, her mind eagerly played back to her the parts she could remember, eyes shutting slowly once more against the chill of the night air.

She could recall the moment she realized who Y/n was meant to become to her. She could recall the moment Y/n grasped the intensity of her feelings. She could recall, but chose to skip over, the turmoil that immediately followed Y/n's understanding. Instead, Yennefer's mind settled on a more amorous scene she'd experienced with this puzzling Cidarian girl.

Wrapped in the mystery of what she'd dreamt of, endorphins slowly washed over Yennefer's body where she laid, her sleepy mind wandering away from her. Never before had someone been able to elicit such intensity from her- A curious mix of electricity tinged with tranquility that spread like wildfire through every nerve in her body, rendering her attempts at stringing the memories together completely useless.

She had never been touched in the ways Y/n had kissed and caressed her in her dream. Yennefer felt as if she'd been trying to devour her fully.

Roaring heat lingered around Yennefer's head and above her chest, fogging the last bit of lucidity her mind could muster. She carefully slid the heavy wool blanket she'd been nestled under away from her and uncoiled her body slowly in the silvery moonlight that filtered into the room through her window.

Almost unconsciously, her hands began to wander lightly across her now exposed skin, and she silently savored the delicate pressure each fingertip created. Traversing each curve with ease, Yennefer's fingertips tenderly grazed against the top of her full breasts and slid slowly toward her nipples, which responded excitedly to her gentle touch.

She pinched lightly only for a moment, just as Y/n had in her dream. Goosebumps jumped to life across her sensitive skin, and she relished in the sensation.

Slower still, Yennefer's fingertips slid gently over her rounded breasts and down toward her core leaving a wave of tiny raised bumps in their wake. They carved a path between the moonbeams that now danced across every curve of her naked body. The moonlight lapped at every inch of her greedily, just as she knew Y/n would someday, and illuminated her neck, her chest, her navel, and all that lay below.

"What good may come of this?" her mind challenged listlessly, attempting to tether her to reality. None, probably. Only more longing, perhaps. Yennefer could not care at this moment, as the pulsating between her thighs had grown louder at her mind's suggested denial.

Yennefer's fingertips hovered above the spot just over her navel. She realized then that the palms of her hands felt moist, having actually sweat at the vision of Y/n touching her. Truthfully, she hadn't been sure she could still do that after years of enchanting her body with various spells, but she’d heard rumors that some emotions could still elicit such a human response, should they be felt intensely enough. Now she knew the rumors were true.

Spreading her legs just wide enough to fit one hand comfortably between them, Yennefer traced a straight line downward with her right hand, toward the source of her insistent longing. She gasped audibly as her hand made contact with the tender skin it found there.

The folds of her body felt delicate and so sensitive to her touch, but she wouldn't let this deter her from venturing further. With only her index finger, she traced a single vertical line along the center crease, slowly stroking up and then down, parting the skin only a fraction as she moved.

Yennefer took a slow, deep breath in to steady herself, noticing how the salt tinged air danced across her lips and tongue deliciously. Y/n had been so tender and loving in the dream, and she desperately wanted to relive that moment now.

She uncurled a second finger, granting it permission to join the first's careful caressing. As they traced their path along her crease, she applied a bit more pressure, pushing just a fraction deeper. She realized then that the moisture she'd felt on her palms was not contained to just one place, and she relished in the discovery.

Fully indulging in her lust, Yennefer mirrored the memory of Y/n's fingers with the motion of her own, submerging both fully into her wetness in search of the spot Y/n had stroked so attentively in her dream.

Suddenly, she knew she'd found it. Holding both fingers there, Yennefer began to draw small circles above the most sensitive bit, just as Y/n had.

Yennefer's lips parted and she let out a low whimper as her circling fingers pressed harder into the spot. She'd never made a sound like that before, and the surprise of it brought her mind back to her for a brief moment.

Still, she could feel electricity pulsing through her body, her fingers unwilling to resist their pursuit for pleasure. Yennefer helplessly descended back into the depths of her lurid memory.

The sensation of Y/n's soft, wet tongue kissing and licking at her body haunted her every thought. She clung desperately to the dream, hoping for it to never fade away.

With her left hand, Yennefer gripped the blanket she'd cast aside earlier, as if to ground herself. The images now playing behind her eyelids coupled with the ceaseless assault her fingers carried out on her soaking crease sent her even further into dizzying descent.

As if possessed by the memory of her dream, Yennefer's fingers slipped down her dripping folds and directly into the starved opening that called to them from below. Her body suddenly begged her to hasten.

She pressed both fingers deeply into herself. A guttural moan escaped from the back of her throat and resonated against the stone walls of her chambers, the sultry sound of it encouraging her to move more swiftly.

Her motion became automatic, in and out, deeper, and deeper still. Yennefer's moans were coming at regular intervals, her mind racing at the memory of Y/n's gentle mouth and tongue. Suddenly, as if a spell had been cast against her, the pleasure she'd spent so long building rapidly overwhelmed her senses, reaching across every nerve of her aching body from her toes to her fingertips.

All at once, euphoria crashed over her like waves against the Cidarian Coast and silence enveloped her, rendering her unable to hear even the sound of her own breathing. Yennefer's body pulsated rapidly, hot and wet with pleasure at the memory of Y/n.

Gradually, Yennefer returned to herself, realizing she'd completely ruined the blanket she'd been clinging to.

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just a Queen and her faithful adviser

some (cute) nsfw under the cut !

[dandelion-grl]

i know i’m asexual but if i could have sex with lambert i would

[sp00kywitchmom]

What more do you want?

Yen - "Everything..."

[ancientserpentdeceiver]

werner ;P !!!!!!

18, he/it, main nsfw blog is @b0y0rgy

this is a space for nsfw fandom related stuff, which might include (but isnt limited to):

• ghost (the band)

• saw

• hannibal

• the witcher

fandoms will likely update over time

under 18, over 30, cishet men, terfs/transmeds/queerphobes, dni

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | The Witcher - Jaskier x Geralt NSFW A Proper Bed

[M4M] [Bottom Jaskier] [Sub Jaskier] [Slightly bratty Jaskier] [Kink discussion] [Speaker is eaten out] [Breeding kink] [Light predator/prey kink]

What's this? A sequel to an audio I made in January? A very late second  audio of Jaskier? Wow, wild.... Anyway I hope you everyone who have been requesting the sequel since January enjoys!

Custom audio commissions are open! Full spicy audios on soundgasm and Patreon. Downloadable versions, exclusive  spicy audios and Discord on Patreon. I also stream on Twitch 3 times a week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit my audios/videos]

[pomefiore-visitor]

note:

1. this is of Netflix!Jaskier and Radovid, not any other source. I definitely want to write for Book!Dandelion or Game!Dandelion eventually. But this is not that fic lol

2. i actually might make this into a fully fleshed out fic, just because i really liked this concept. i am not very into piss at all, so i went in a little blind writing for the kink. I would love some feedback on this <3.

FtM Radovid/Jaskier urophilia ficlet cw for piss (of course)

i do not consent to minor interaction, minors dni

Radovid was good at ignoring the signs his body would throw at him.

So good, in fact, that he would get stuck with the itching, crawling urge to piss. He ignored his desires in favor of addressing his court, playing house while his brother was away.

Of course the need to urinate was always on the back of his mind.

The young prince limped through lavish hallways, heels of his shoes clicking unevenly against beautiful marble floors, and yet still did not yield. “I’ll go after talking to Dandelion.” He promised to himself as his knees tightened waiting for the bard to arrive. Figures of importance came in and out, a stream of arrogant, pompous royalty that Radovid could not be bothered to entertain because Jaskier was still yet to arrive God damn it.

And yet he still did not yield. He would flash a smile and rub his hands down the front of his plush breeches, fingers digging into the fabric there. He was much too stubborn to go. Much too stubborn to miss his bards arrival as they discussed the fate of the lion cub of Cintra.

Pressure built in his abdomen like boiling water in a black kettle, and for the first time in several hours — Radovid yielded. He stepped out of the room and ran into a stuttered sprint towards the chamber pot. The young prince was full to bursting — piss dribbling out of his cunt and down his thighs, hardly noticeable on the outside of his clothes. It was almost as though Radovid could feel his urethra flutter with every movement, the weight of each step inched his bladder closer to release. Pebbles of pressure on his lower abdomen strung a cord tight, ready to coil and break at any moment as he made a beeline towards sweet release.

And then he walks straight first into Jaskier.

That is the incident that triggers a chain reaction. Walking smack first into his chest was the pair of shears that cut the taut wire. A beautiful, caring, and fiercely loyal pair of shears (not a spoon or a hammer, he was a proper pair thank you very much) — but shears all the same. Radovid grips onto the sleeves of Dandelion’s doublet like a vice, hot piss streaming down his legs. It’s painful, and the feeling of relief comes in bursts as Radovid whimpers against the bard’s chest (who was now cooing and comforting the prince by rubbing circles into his back, clearly unfazed by the humiliating display). It ruins the fine fabric of his clothes; expensive, handmade material soiled by the sticky stream of the prince’s urine.

As Radovid finishes pissing he sobs, finally relieved from stringing that line all day. He catches his breath, the acrid smell of urine in crushed velvet making his nostrils flair.

“You ought to take better care of yourself, Prince.” Jaskier begins above him, still holding him in his arms where Radovid slumped against his chest.

But he does not listen as Jaskier tangents off into how he will have to cover for the prince and bring him back to his chambers, how he should have been taking better care of himself and to listen to the signs that your body is giving you, Spoiled Highness. But Radovid is dazed, Princess Cirilla didn’t matter to him, his toy court didn’t matter to him. He shifted his sticky, syrupy thighs together and gripped at the fabric at Jaskier’s lapels. He needed to get used to yielding.

[ganymedesbussy]

so I'm reading witcher fic, and I want something where like

okay so there's the whole djinn thing, geralt makes a wish, jaskier gets almost dead, yen saves him, she and geralt fuck, right?

and mages can read minds

and he was in enchanted sleep for a bit there

I want her to have just casually gone dipping into his brain while he slept, and he's got a whole-ass Kink for somnophilia and/or misuse of axii

like he wants Geralt to wait until he's sleeping, axii him so he doesn't wake up, and pound him into the mattress

(probably some sort of a 'wants to be wanted so much by a person famous for his control, that he loses that control' kind of a thing?)

(and it's a plausible deniability way of them getting to fuck without openly changing their dynamic)

then some time later, when Jask is being catty about them running into Yen, she lets slip to Geralt that of course his little bard hates her, he wants Geralt for himself, and tells him all the naughty little fantasies she discovered

and after they split up again, he's just. Laying there. Thinking about it.

Can't sleep for thinking about it, even

So he starts doing little tests to see if Yen's right

pays attention to Jaskier's scent when he talks about axii, or men fucking, or succubi taking someone in their sleep or whatever

maybe some sort of subplot where Geralt tests the waters by asking Jask if he wants to be axii'd to sleep for... insomnia, or pain, or something?

or finds a way to tell a story about a witcher doing something like that?

or even about a sex worker asking for something like that maybe?

until he's like, okay, I'm pretty sure this IS a thing he wants, but that doesn't necessarily mean he wants it with ME

then I think a pretty classic 'sharing a bedroll, wakes up to the other humping in their sleep' scenario would work

'oh look he said my name he DOES want me'

geralt considers axii-ing jask, not to do anything to HIM, but to let him keep rubbing off on geralt if he wants?just starts constantly being the little spoon, on the chance that Jaskier might try and fork

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