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vesemir: Nadzieja, no.

nadzieja: Nadzieja, yes.

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vesemir: The salary of a jester is 51,000 oren. vesemir, gesturing to lambert and geralt fighting: And yet these idiots do it daily, and for free!

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Suuuuuuurely I can entice you to read my newest Vesemir/Lambert pwp if you knew just how soft and kinky it is....?

He yawned, finally giving up on the book that he had loosely held between two fingers and let it topple from his hands. A dull thud sounded out when the book cover hit the rug at the foot of the bed. It drew in Vesemir's attention and Lambert didn't have to wait long for the other man to walk up to him.

The Witcher came to a halt between Lambert's legs, hands resting on his knees as he spread them apart farther to accommodate the width of his hips. Vesemir's hands were always warm. And although Lambert was not a small man – he was actually taller than Vesemir – having the calloused palms firmly placed against his bare skin always made him feel like a small, precious thing. He sunk into that feeling, welcomed it in all its familiarity. The older Wolf's thumbs petted the skin of his knees in slow, soothing circles and Lambert blinked up at him through tired eyes.

„Hey, baby, you're feeling all soft and sleepy?“ Vesemir asked. His voice was low and rumbling like it always got when he got the chance to enjoy Lambert in his panties. His words were a check in. Long since established and well practiced over the years. The younger witcher hummed, wiggling on the bed as he decided if he was up for a bit of fun. He usually was, but Vesemir insisted on a real check whenever there was potential of Lambert falling into subspace. Turning his head to the side he rubbed his cheek against the fresh bed linens, inhaled the gentle scent of their chamomile soap. Yes, he decided as he blinked up at Vesemir through his eyelashes, he could do soft and sleepy tonight.

“Yes, Daddy,” he mumbled quietly, “'m very soft.”

Vesemir cooed at him, his hands sliding upwards until they came to rest high on his thighs. He had a scar there, on his inner left thigh, and Vesemir gravitated towards it as if it had been him that had put his mark on the young Wolf. And by how often he scratched his fingernails into the raised skin or dug his teeth into the pale flesh, it might as well have been. Vesemir knew every scar that marked his body, had touched every single one of them over and over again. Had pressed open-mouthed kissed against the rough patches of his skin and pulled at the raised lines with his teeth. There was a possessiveness to it that, without fail, made Lambert feel loved.

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artistsfuneral, my beloved. I would absolutely worship you if you wrote me the Vesemir/Lambert pwp you have been drooling over 🌈😌

oh artistsfuneral, my dear, do you mean that idea that is basically one of those porn videos where the participants go "you can rub yourself against my panties, Daddy, but you can't slip inside!" ? do you mean that story idea where the two of them are absolutely obsessed with each other and have been in an established relationship for a long time and it actually shows ? that fic ?

where Vesemir/Lambert are giving a bit of freak4freak energy but are so disgustingly in love with each other that it is adorable?

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THIS ONE???? these 4k that took me over a week and are incredibly self indulgent and absolutely perfect?