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Anonymous asked:

Any Thoughts On Omega Lambert x Omega Aiden. Would It Just Be One Big Wolf Polycule?

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)

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Anonymous asked:

T4T4T Geraskefer, Jaskier holding down Geralt who's begging Yenn to be gentle while she fucks cum even further into him with the clear intent to make him pass out

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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Anonymous asked:

The only way i could see omega lambert coming to terms with being an omega is from Aiden. He loves aiden and aidens an omega and he isnt weak or a slave to his impulses, maybe he genuinely enjoys heats, and Lambs like "Well.. it doesn't make him weak.." so he starts embracing it and learns to like little parts of being an omega.

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.

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Anonymous asked:

This isn't particularly smutty but just the idea of Omega Lambert feeling like a failure because he begs to be breed during his heat and he know he can't have a kid- he doesn't particularly want one anyway, hes just upset that he never had the option and yet he still begs to be breed.

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

  1. Not being able to do something that should be a fundamental part of you. If everyone else can do it, why would someone take this from me? Doesn't that make you less worthy? How dare someone take this from you! (it's the Yennefer debate) It's the "of course I don't want kids now, that I am a witch(er) but if you hadn't taken this from me, if you hadn't changed me, I might would've liked to."
  2. The shame of having to endure such an incredibly vulnerable thing like heat, without there being any reason to it. What's the use of going into heat if it doesn't even fulfill its purpose? Being so weak and vulnerable, dependent on others, maybe even a burden, for days at a time and then- nothing. That's it. And that fucking sucks.

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?

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Anonymous asked:

i can imagine omega lambert going back to the keep with the alpha cats jewellery gift like a necklace or something on and showing it off a little and suddenly getting piles of jewellery from eskel and geralt like 'No, you're wearing this now."

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.

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Anonymous asked:

have you got a smutty headcannon with A/B/O and Lambert more specifically Omega lambert??? I need more snappy prickly omega lambert in my life

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)

  1. After the siege, Lambert is the only wolf omega left. Due to losing most of their pack, he hasn't had a heat in years, almost two decades. Maybe he's never even had a real heat at all. And even though he'd never admit it out loud, he feels fucking terrible about it. If he can't even do the most basic thing, what good is he anyways? So in true Lambert fashion, he turns his fear into anger and snaps and growls and bites every time the topic comes up. And the wolves are fine with it, or they would be, if they couldn't see how much it actually bothers Lambert. And then - one day - Lambert is starting to feel weird. And he's a smart man, he totally understand what this weirdness implies. But what if they don't want him anymore? What if they do want him and it turns out that he totally sucks? Or that there's something wrong with him? So he lashes out, gets angry and pushes the others away until there's just no way he can hide his impending heat anymore...
  2. Courting Jewelry. Alphas usually give jewelry out to the omegas during courting. Both Aiden and Lambert are omegas. But whereas Aiden's hands are adorned with silver rings and pretty chains and his ears are pierced and always sparkling in the sunlight, Lambert has never received any jewelry before. It's kind of his own fault, really. Geralt and Eskel tried to, when they were younger, but back then Lambert had been so irritated by his second gender that he has made it very clear what he thought of receiving anything that made him stand out anymore as an omega than necessary. Geralt and Eskel still have the scars to prove it. Now though? Now he looks at the way Aiden's face lights up when one of the cat alphas presents him with a new shiny piece of courtship and he his heart aches. (And then one of the cats gifts him his first jewelry and next winter his wolves see and- oh, they don't like that at all....)
  3. Also just..... Breeding Kink. Everyone taking turns, stuffing Lambert's little hole with their big alpha cocks, constantly knotting him one after another, until he's reduced to a gasping, teary-eyed mess. Even when he's not in heat, they're all over him. Always kissing, always touching. Just, casually shoving their hand down his pants and fingering him while they're hanging out in the common room. During winter, his neck is always covered in bite marks. When they come across each other on the path he's fussed over instantly. Aggressive cuddling. Consensual possessive behavior.
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Uhh i would Love a little fic with Dom Lambert and Sub Vesemir

They aren't a thing yet, but after Lambert first beats Vesemir (i Imagine have him in his knees with a sword Tip in his throat 🤔) it's "oh you like that"

And then what ever you make out If it. 🥰

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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.

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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. 🥰

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✨🌿 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)

  • Humping/Grinding. Against something or someone.
  • Knotting.
  • "What if somebody sees?"
  • "Just the tip."
  • First time.
  • Breeding. (No active pregnancy though, pls)
  • Monsterfucking. As soft or as kinky as you want.
  • Using Axii.
  • A/B/O
  • "I can smell how wet/horny you are."
  • "Please be gentle?"
  • "One more, you can take one more. For me?"
  • [Your idea here.]

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. 🫡

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Of COURSE I'm sending you an ask from that list 😂❤️

'what if people see' 👀

Dom Eskel/Lambert 🥰

Plleeeeaaasssseeeee :D

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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.”

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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?!

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🍃🐈‍⬛🕯🦫🪤

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Cottage in the Woods witch au. Yennefer is living the magical academia cottagecore vibes dream. Then one day local lumberjack Geralt comes to her for help bc there's weird stuff going on in the woods. Together they figure out it's a monster, they trap it and banish it with some good old pentagram witch circle on the forest floor kinda magic.

Send me random emojis and I will make up a story plot with them. ⚔️🍰🎉🌿🙂

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Ooo, this is so fun! How about:

🥺🎂😈🫣🧔‍♂️

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Okk so, it's Lambert's birthday and the fam wants to throw him a surprise party, very wholesome, very demure, so they go to his apartment with all the fun decoration stuff and cake and everything, but when they open the door (emergency key) it's BAM naked butt!!! Turns out Lambert has a boyfriend, that's why he recently spent less time with the fam, that's why he didn't make any birthday plans (he already had some plans, birthday suit and all)

Send me random emojis and I will make up a story plot with them. ⚔️🍰🎉🌿🙂

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