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Geralt and Jaskier are on a boat when sirens start singing. Geralt panics, speed walking towards Jaskier, ready to jump after his bard and fish him out of the water. He's not prepared for the way Jaskier reacts to the sirens. He sings. He perfectly copies their magical song and ends up luring sirens towards them.

Geralt is not getting paid enough for this.

Yes. and No.

I am very much a defender of the "They all share the same Bed" club, because personally, when I think or write about a/b/o I just want them all to be happy together. One big wolf pack, where they trust each other with their lives and everyone is incredibly loved and cherished. I love polyamory. And the idea of omega Lambert and Aiden sharing each other's packs is absolutely adorable. Aiden being welcomed into the Wolf pack, or Lambert joining the Cat clowder are both such soothing prompts. It's the whole "we will support you, and takr care of you" aspect.

But it obviously doesn't have to be like that.

I can totally see omega Lambert and Aiden just being together like this. (with or without plot trauma) I mean obviously the whole a/b/o thing is to have an alpha and omega thrown on top of each other like you smash your favorite dolls together. (not a criticism, I love it too) but I also think that you can write secondary genders in a really fun way when it's not an a/o pairing.

Two omegas like Lambert and Aiden, being all sweet together, understanding their bodies' needs on such an intimate level, is an absolutely lovely thought. Usually Lambert is either written as really stoic or extremely shy and sweet during his heat, with Aiden complementing him perfectly. And just- that's what all this is about isn't it? Having someone you love and trust with you while you're at your most vulnerable.

So.... Both is 10/10, S tier level. (lmk if you want more in depth thoughts on either of this)

Geralt being so big and strong that it takes both of his lovers to hold him down, to make him feel secure after a long, exhausting contract. Yennefer has to pin him down by the hips, digging her nails into his soft skin so he doesn't buck her off by accident when she hits that spot inside of him again and again, making Geralt gasp and shiver, convulse under her.

Yennefer'd call him her good boy, praise him for being her little dumb witcher. Such a silly man, thinking he needs to be big and strong when all he really needs to do is lie there, look pretty and just take her.

Jaskier holds him down by the shoulders, stops him from leaning up and grasp at Yennefer in a desperate attempt to clutch at her. The bard never stops whispering a constant stream of soft praises and even softer live declarations into Geralt's ears. While he's still coherent enough, he makes up little poems that worship his two loves, words falling from his lips, honey-sweet and addicting.

But Jaskier has the bad habit of grinding himself against the nearest surface. Yennefer allows it, because her little bard never manages to get himself to completion like that, not without his lovers' guidance, but it gets his little cock so beautifully hard and sensitive, makes him lose his mind until he's just as much a blabbering, mewling mess as Geralt is.

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After a long time of sitting still, Lambert gets up, does a biiiiiig stretch with his hands up above his head. His shoulders crack and he lets out a satisfied little sound.

At the other end of the room, Geralt and Eskel are desperately clutching onto each other, not daring to react even though Lambert is so. goddamn. adorable.

I think it really depends on how conflicted Lambert is with his secondary gender to begin with, but yes, you're totally right. Lambert would react a thousand times better to an outside party helping him with this conflict. Doesn't necessarily have to be Aiden, or an omega, (though I absolutely live that and will go down with it) but just someone who wouldn't take a side (that isn't Lambert's) should it come to an argument. Coen and Aiden are great for this. I absolutely adore "Change is in the air" by Ledgea for exactly that reason.

Regarding these hc

Yes. Exactly. There's two very important aspects to this, like you said...

The latter making it so reasonable in my mind, why Lambert would hate being an omega (or at least trying to resist it for as long as possible). Spending your whole life being as strong and independent as possible and then suddenly you're just supposed to... Let your body take over and maybe even endanger you?

Continuation of this

Ooooh but they would be so furious.

Just the thought of Lambert, their Lambert, their little omega, getting his first ever courting present from a cat?! Meanwhile they, his own pack, were never allowed to gift him anything. Outrageous.

Did he blush when the cat gave it to him? Did he allow the cat to kiss him? To hold him? Is there even the slightest possibility that he found love outside of their pack while they've been waiting for him this whole time?

I think as soon as they spot Lambert's jewelry they get growly, angry and frustrated. And Lambert- Lambert would growl back. He's finally, finally, gotten his first own sparkle and it's his, his. He doesn't need his stupid wolves-

It's probably Eskel who breaks first, or maybe Vesemir, who got tired of the young ones' stupidity, and asks, actually asks Lambert about it. And as soon as the omega admits that he wanted, but didn't know how to ask for it, his wolf alphas reveal that all this time they've never forgotten about him, all this time they've secretly been collecting courting jewelry just for him.

Do I have a/b/o Lambert thoughts?

Do I have a/b/o Lambert thoughts?

(there's at least 7 wips with that exact title on my pc)

Oh my goodness 👀🤭

Vesemir/Lambert, dom!Lambert, Consent conversation

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In retrospect Lambert has no idea how he did it. Maybe spending the past year with the caravan, participating in the daily training with the cats, has changed the way he fought. Maybe there was a patch of ice on the ground of the lower courtyard that had gone unnoticed by all of them. Or maybe it was the euphoria of the fight between him and Vesemir lasting longer than it had ever before.

Maybe it was sheer luck.

It happens in the blink of a moment. Vesemir parries his attack, switches his stance to turn the block into a counter attack and Lambert- Lambert sees an opening. He swoops in low, dodges under the upcoming sword and uses his momentum to knock the old witcher off his feet. Seconds later he his up again and has the tip of his sword against Vesemir's throat.

Lambert is breathing hard, his chest visibly rising up and down as he pants out little white clouds. Despite the cold, he can feel little droplets of sweat running down his flushed face. It's the middle of the winter and he hadn't had a workout this good in weeks. Surely, his legs will be screaming at him tomorrow morning, but it was so worth it.

Vesemir is on his knees in front of him, his chest rising just as quickly as Lambert's own. His head is tilted back to avoid the steel of the sword digging into his skin. His throat is exposed, flushed red from the exhaustion and trembling under the strain of keeping still. Like this, Lambert can see Vesemir's Adam's apple move as he swallows.

Their eyes lock and gold melts into gold.

Goosebumps spread across Vesemir's skin. His pupils blow wide and-

Oh.

Oh.

Before he gets the chance to step closer to Vesemir, to tower over him, the moment is interrupted by his brothers. They swoop in, loud and joyous, having just witnessed his first real victory over their swordmaster, and tackle him to the ground in a group hug filled with laughter.

And to be fair – Lambert thinks he kind of deserves the celebration.

He locks eyes with Vesemir and smirks.

.

Two days later, he corners the older witcher in front of his room.

It takes him two, three big strides to reach Vesemir and another confident step forward to make his way into the other's personal space. To his utter delight, he catches Vesemir completely off-guard, resulting in him stumbling backwards. Lambert follows easily, leads Vesemir further back until he's pressed against the wall and traps him there with his hands on either side of his head. Vesemir frowns up at him, "Now what on earth do you think you're doing?"

"Enough."

Lambert's voice is sharp, demanding, and Vesemir's mouth falls shut with an audible click. "We both know what this is about. Don't pretend I didn't see that look in your eyes." He leans down, his head close to the witcher's ear and he whispers, "All this time, you just wanted to be someone's good boy, didn't you?"

Two things happen almost instantly. One; Vesemir's knees buckle under him and two; Lambert grabs hold of his neck in return, drawing a helpless moan out of him. "Yeah, that's what I thought." He squeezes Vesemir's neck, forces the older witcher to turn his head so that they can make eye contact and hums. "That was pretty quick, hm? But I need you to come back to me for a second, alright?"

He waits, patiently for once, for Vesemir's eyes to clear up and his mind to come back. He can clearly see the moment the awareness and embarrassment settle in and he quickly tightens the grip around the older man's neck. "Yeah, no. None of that. You're fine, Vesemir. I'm not here to make fun of you, I'm here to take care of you. But you need to tell me if this is something you want. I will not take you under just for you to wake up tomorrow morning with regrets." He takes a step back, gives his mentor space to think, but doesn't dare take his eyes off him. "Yes or no, Vesemir. Is this something you want with me?"

For the first time in his life, Lambert sees Vesemir hesitate over a decision. Which is good - it means the older man is actually thinking about this instead of making a mistake due to rushing it. Then again, seeing Vesemir like this, with his back against the wall, head bowed down, staying where Lambert has put him... He really hopes Vesemir will say yes.

And he does. It is quiet, directed more towards his feet than Lambert's face, but it's a yes. Vesemir wants this, wants him.

Lambert breathes out a sigh of relief. "Okay. That's good. Good. You okay with doing it in your own room?" he asks next, because if they're actually going to do this, he will make sure they'll be having a damn good time. Again, Vesemir needs a moment to answer, but when he does, he nods his head and lets out a small, confirming noise that sounds way too soft for the usually stern witcher. Both of them notice it and Lambert grins wickedly as he watches a heavy blush spread across the witcher's cheeks and neck. It's outright adorable.

"How far do you want me to take this? Want me to just use my words or can I touch you?"

"For fuck's sake! I am not some blushing maiden that has never taken a cock before," Vesemir suddenly snaps at him. Lambert growls even louder in response. He can smell the embarrassment on Vesemir's skin, can see the vulnerability in his posture. It must've been so long since he's had someone trustworthy and willing to take over. Lambert immediately wants to soothe, to take Vesemir into his arms and keep him there until all the world's problems have passed. But if they can't even make it through the most basic of questions, Lambert isn't willing to go any further. He needs the other man to be honest with him.

So he growls and postures, makes himself look bigger and stronger than he usually would. “I asked you a question, Vesemir. And I expect an answer.”

And it works. Vesemir's whole body shudders under him and his head snaps up, eyes staring widely at Lambert. That look in his eyes- So unbelievably nervous, confused but hopeful. Wanting. It's absolutely addicting.

“I- You- You can touch me.” Lambert swallows. He wants to do a whole lot more than that. Patience, he tells himself. “Thank you for answering. I know it wasn't easy for you.” He watches as goosebumps spread across the witcher's skin, making him shiver under Lambert's watchful gaze. “Thank you for trusting me with this, you've done good.” Another tiny sound escapes the older witcher. He reaches out with his hands and grabs Lambert's tunic, grounds himself by clinging to tightly onto the dominant looming over him. Lambert grins, satisfied, happy. He closes the space between them again. This time he presses his entire body against Vesemir's, buries his nose in the witcher's long hair. “How about my mouth, hm? Can I use my mouth on you, sweet thing, is that something you'd like?”

“Y- Yes,” Vesemir gasps so quietly it's almost inaudible.

“Oh, you can be nicer than that. Tell me, sweet thing, do you want my cock as well?” He underlines his words by pressing a knee between the other man's thighs. “Answer nicely.”

“I- Yes, please, Lambert. I'd like anything.”

“Such a good boy.”

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👉👈 I have to stop here, because there's so many nice people that have sent me asks and I love this pairing so much I'd be sitting on this fic all weekend... But thank you so much for the ask! Maybe I will add a second chapter to this on ao3 one day. 🥰

✨🌿 Whooops, I still feel like writing smut shorts.

Let me know if you want a smutty headcanon or a small fic. Tell me about a pairing, their dynamic, any specific plot points or kinky thoughts you have.

I am pretty much okay with writing anything, including dead doves, so no need to worry. You can be as detailed as you want. 👀🤭 (you can also always DM me, if you have questions)

Characters:

All Witchers from all Schools (maybe include a headcanon for the witchers that aren't really canon or shown often) Jaskier, Ciri, Priscilla, You (and probably some more characters, just ask)

What I don't like, is under the cut. 🫡

While I am currently working on two other short stories.... Does anyone want some cutagens? 👀 I've been looking through my verse and decided that yes, it needs more stories.

Oho 🤭

M, Eskel/Lambert, size difference, possessiveness

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Lambert is making his way down the hallway at a snail's pace. He knows Kaer Morhen like the back of his hand, so it's not entirely uncommon to see him navigate the keep with an open book in his hands, deep in thought.

It's an old journal he found out on the path this year, worn and weathered, written in a dead dialect and with terrible penmanship. Hardly anyone would bother to look twice at it, which naturally means that Lambert finds it absolutely fascinating. He's so engrossed into its owner's gibberish field notes, that he doesn't notice Eskel approach him at all.

The older witcher hadn't even tried to be sneaking up on him and yet Lambert startles somewhat terribly when he's suddenly hugged from behind. Lambert curses. It's loud and profound and makes Eskel chuckle, the sound so close to Lambert's ear that it has him shivering. "Apologies, little one, I didn't mean to startle you." Lambert can hear the smile in Eskel's voice and tilts his head back to glare at the other witcher. "Fuck off," he huffs out and watches somewhat annoyed as Eskel's smile only grows. His heart is still thundering inside his chest from the scare, when he meets Eskel's eyes and it decides to do these weird little flips inside his chest.

This... thing between them is still terribly new and half of the time Lambert has no idea how to react to any of the... things he's been feeling around the other man. He'd never admit it out loud of course, but Lambert is immensely grateful for the fact that out of the two of them at least Eskel seems to know what he's doing. Like now, for example, as Lambert becomes aware of their close proximity and his thoughts and feelings start to jump through his body and mind until they tangle up into one big, wriggly mess, Eskel knows to tighten his arms around Lambert and buries his nose in the curly locks of his hair. His breath hitches and he raises his free hand up to hold onto Eskel's arms. It's in these moments that he remembers just how much bigger Eskel is. Like this, he's entirely engulfed by the older man's body. His back is pressed so tightly against Eskel's front that he can feel him breathe, can feel the heat radiating off of him and seep under his own skin.

Eskel makes him feel small and every time it happens his stomach flutters and his knees grow just a tiny bit weak. Lambert's voice stutters traitorously as he tries to regain control over himself by asking, "What are you doing?"

Eskel rubs his nose against the side of his head and hums full of content, "Enjoying you."

Heat rises up to his cheeks and he shudders noticeably in Eskel's arms. Out of instinct Lambert starts to protest, tries to break free or at least turn in Eskel's arms so he can scowl at the witcher for his stupid joke, but the other doesn't budge. Not an inch.

"Eskel- Eskel, come on, this isn't funny."

"Sweet little Lams, is it so far fetched that I just want to be close to you, now that I finally can?" It's a wonder, really, how easily Eskel finds all the right words. He makes it sound so blatantly simple and obvious that Lambert's mind is given no chance to argue against it. Not that he really wants to anymore, not with Eskel pressing soft kisses against his hair and temple and one of his hands sneaking to where his sweater has started to ride up and expose the skin just above his hips.

“You're being embarrassing,” Lambert grumbles as he simultaneously leans further into the embrace. “What if somebody sees?” Eskel chuckles in return. It's deep and growly, coming from the back of his throat and it makes Lambert fucking whimper. “You always worry so much, Lambert. Do you really think I'd let anyone else see you like this?” His fingertips graze along Lambert's milky skin, spreading goosebumps across his hips and stomach. They wander down, dip underneath the hem of his pants and follow the V-shaped line until Eskel's hand comes to rest just above the base of his cock. Lambert, helplessly gasping Eskel's name, feels his whole body twitching. Little shock waves zap down his thighs, make his stomach squirm and shiver. “You're so soft for me, Lam, so incredibly sensitive.” To make his point, the older man caresses Lambert's skin, growling from deep withing his throat when a desperate mewl escapes Lambert's lip. “All just for me, isn't that right, little one? You're mine now, aren't you?”

And really, there's no answer needed, not with the way Lambert's cheeks flush bright red as he tries to hide his face in the crook of Eskel's neck. Still, he breathes out a tiny, wobbly “Yes” and lets go of the journal to grasp the arm around his shoulders with both of his hands, clinging to the older witcher like Eskel is the only thing able to keep him afloat. “No one will get to see you like this, until you're ready, little one. You don't have to worry about anything, I will always be there to protect you, you just have to your sweet little self, alright? Be a good little pup for me.”

I am back with Chapter 4 for with my Lambert time travel fic!

If you don't know this one already, older!Lambert fell out of the sky and into a pre siege Kaer Morhen, now he needs to figure out how to get back home, or..... stay? wait- is that a baby Eskel over there, next to the generational trauma and excessive world building?!