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Denial slut tools

I got myself a labia spreader and it’s driving me crazy…

They’re this nifty little things that, well, spread your labia. Besides the obvious exposing your clit to all kinds of stimulation (especially while wearing denim over it, ugh), the feeling of having labia spread all the time is a thing on it’s own.

I bought one for a couple of bucks and tried it immediately when it got delivered. It’s so mean! I never even thought of what the part that gets inserted might feel like but damn…

It stretched me but left me wide open and empty at the same time. While pressing a sweet spot in me at the same time. It’s just. You’re empty but not. You’re exposed but not feeling anything on the outside. And damn. Moving? Wearing it under clothes? Denim is the best kind of bad.

If you think wearing a plug or crotchrope outside is a nice dirty secret, try walking around with your cunt wide open. (Hmmzz, I should really try the trifecta someday.) I wanted to get home soooo bad to touch myself. Oeh! And the airhumping. Gzzzbluprstttghaaaa!

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So after a truly disappointing teaser (if we can even call it that it was so short) The Witcher fandom feels pretty dead right now.

So if you are in the fandom in any way reblog this post to let ur followers know we still exist

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Reblogging for reasons...

how do the centaurs sleep? and how do they stretch after a good sleep?

Ok this is one I’ve been wanting to cover for a while and my cooldown sketches got out of hand, so buckle up and enjoy the picturebook!

The easiest options is exactly what you think, the flop. In a home, thick carpets or tatami-like mats would provide at least some sort of cushion for the horse-half and various sized cushions and pillows to lift and support the top half. And they CAN sleep standing up, like horses, but it does require both a special harness/corset and practice. And it’s not very comfortable for anything deeper than a doze or catnap for most, so it’s mostly reserved for bad situations, naps, or guard duty.

Most common are recliners, or ‘hammocks’. Easy to fold and carry for cultures on the move, or make fancy for the city-folk they are probably the most ubiquitous of centaur furniture. A simple adjustable A-frame supporting some sort of flexible fabric-ish sheet for the top half to lean against and sleep. Usually paired with some sort of large blanket or padding on the ground to lay the horse-half on!

When you don’t have no fancy recliners, your herd will do! The preferred sleeping method of closely bonded herds is to simply rest on your buddies cushy backside! Roaming bands can often form long chains of sleeping centaurs with the unlucky first taur either on guard duty, sleeping sprawled, or with the group’s only hammock.

Mix and match to your character and herd’s personal preference!

Also stretchies!

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Somewhere in my notes in the last few days I saw someone add some tags that I’ve been thinking about ever since. I wish I could find them again (or that I’d just saved their post at the time) because I think they made a lot of sense.

They were talking about how fanfic is becoming more and more mainstream while still remaining largely transgressive. It’s such an interesting dichotomy to think about!

On the one hand, you have sites like AO3 and realities like widespread high speed internet access being more and more accessible to larger and larger groups of people. This makes it incredibly easy for anyone at all to find and read fanfic.

On the other hand, you have the roots of fanfic. It was born out of marginalized groups such as women, people of colour, and members of the queer community deciding to take the stories that had been aimed at a largely male, white, heterosexual audience and inverting them into something they could enjoy and relate to. To this day, fanfic is a place where people write the kinds of stories that don’t get made into movies and TV shows. The kinds of stories that don’t get published or end up on the New York Times bestseller list.

Fanfic used to be written and shared in secret. People used to hide it. People still do hide the fact that they read or write it. But it’s becoming something that more and more people are becoming more and more aware of.

So now there’s a spotlight starting to shine on fanfic. People who aren’t looking for transgressive works are finding them where they always were. People who think the status quo is fine are getting upset when they enter a place where the status quo is constantly being upended.

The tags on that post that I can’t find made the point that popular media is curated and sanitized and stripped of most of its controversy in order to appeal to the widest possible audience. But that also makes that audience expect all media to be curated and sanitized in the same way. When they encounter the messy, controversial, ugly, radical, difficult things that people write in fanfic, they’re unprepared.

Fanfic isn’t big media. Fanfic authors aren’t being edited and filtered and polished - and nor are their works. The clash between the expectations of people new to fanfic and accustomed to popular media and the realities of what fanfic is and what it’s being written for - that’s part of this struggle that fandom is going through right now. It’s been going on since the beginning of course, but it’s getting louder every year.

I’m still thinking my way through this, but it really does make a lot of sense to me. If those were your tags, please let me know so I can credit you with the ideas at the core of this post.

And if you have any ideas for how we as fans can better introduce the newbies to the culture and expectations in fandom, I’d love to hear it. The better we can guide people into our space, the better they’ll fit in when they join it.

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Just saw the video of Joey Batey ( Jaskier from the Witcher) in where he randomly creates a d&d monster! I loved it so much i immidiately made some fan art of greg the horse :D

Check the complete version of the monster sheet on my Kimmicomics facebook. It is free to use for everyone :D

@joeybateyofficial #gregthehorse #monsters #dnd #dungeonsanddragonsart #dungeonsanddragons #dungeons_and_dragons #horse #5th #charactersheet #art #illustration #free https://www.instagram.com/p/B__X_GtDc_H/?igshid=dhq6tkmsiaf8

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Hey there friends, if you use iOS and are a member of any NSFW Discord servers I would *STRONGLY RECOMMEND* that you go and immediately change your settings to only update apps manually - Discord is going to suspend access to NSFW servers on iOS devices.

Here’s how to make updates manual: https://support.apple.com/en-us/HT202180

NSFW servers and channels will still be allowed on Android devices and on desktop, but I know a lot of iPhone users who use Discord for kink and sex work and this update will completely cut you off from that on your device.

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TOTALLY STEALING THIS

Ok your latest Jaskier at Kaer Morhen thing (which is great btw) made me think of the pun I’m surprised no one seems to have thought of: the wolf school’s winter sexcapades should be called Kaer Whoring

Hey anon, quick question, what's it like to carry around such a huge brain? Because that is solid fucking gold. I am howling.

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You’ve heard of lemons and the Citrus Scale? Well, what about KINKTOMATO?

KINKTOMATO is an important concept in fandom. It’s a humourous re-spelling of YKINMKATO - Your Kink Is Not My Kink (And That’s OK). This is the idea that if you don’t like a particular kink or ship etc, that’s fine but you don’t need to attack or shame the people who do. Just leave them alone to enjoy their fics and art in peace and ask that they do the same in return. 

KINKTOMATO is the “you do you” of fandom. It’s the “whatever floats your boat” of leaving other people alone. It’s an easy and judgement-free way of hoping that your fellow fans enjoy their content as much as you enjoy yours and understanding that different folks like different strokes. 

Having preferences is human. Having squicks is totally normal. Everyone has NOTPs or lines they don’t want to cross. But fandom is a large group of diverse people with varying tastes and interests and backgrounds. Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations. Ship and let ship. Don’t like? Don’t read. Your kink is not my kink, and that’s okay. 

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Hi! I'm going around introducing myself (on anon, my DD blog is a sideblog) but I have the memory of a goldfish and can't remember if I've said hi to you yet (sorry if I already have). I'm so glad to see this community is so open and friendly!! I just joined and wrote my first thing a few days ago and the welcome already has me smiling ^^ So, yeah, hi! And thanks for being awesome! - DeadDoveCollector

Hello and welcome!!

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I got a filled prompt!

I’m not the best at light... anything really. So please excuse me if it’s not what you expected 😭 but maybe Jaskier and Geralt testing witchers’ ability to hold their breath? Geralt never got the whole choking thing because no one had the patience to keep it up until he truly felt it, but Jaskier happily spends however long time is needed. Some good ol’ kink exploration with Jaskier taking his sweet time while fucking Geralt. And I hope life settles down for you soon! All the best wishes!

How about a little...underwater deepthroating? Witchers can hold their breath a LONG time even without Killer Whale. - @little-red-riding-doublet 

Whew boy this took... embarrassingly long but whatever here it is! 

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If there’s one thing in the world Geralt loves, it’s bathing. Preferably hot, but Jaskier’s known him to strip down and scrub off in glacier water like he’s a damn seal, because that’s just who he is as a person. For all the jokes, Geralt has a sensitive nose, and it’s especially sensitive to his own smells. He’s as fastidious as a cat. Except cats don’t like water- Whatever. Jaskier’s not above mixing metaphors for his purposes.

They stumble across the hot springs when Jaskier’s about 23, and then keep stumbling across them oh-so-conveniently every few months after that. They don’t start the game until Jaskier’s 25. But now, standing in front of the hot springs at 28, Jaskier has a feeling it was always going to be like this. Geralt’s looking at him with eager eyed hope, hands kneading a shirt for some reason, and Jaskier grins at him. 

“Want to play?” 

Geralt nods, fervent. 

“Well, strip then.” 

Geralt’s in the water in record time. Jaskier goes slow, folding his clothes as Geralt swims around the natural pool. The game is a simple one- Jaskier keeps him underwater, his mouth stuffed with cock and the warm water keeping him relaxed, and when his air runs out tries to keep him down long enough to get off. It’s not the most complicated act as far as bedsport goes, but it is really, really nice, and it gets Geralt going like nothing else does. 

Jaskier slides into the pool with a contented sigh, and Geralt swims over to him. Jaskier settles on a natural ledge seat, and lets Geralt scramble into his lap to kiss him frantically a couple times before smoothing a hand over his back, gently calming him. He tends to get worked up. It’s hot, but Jaskier likes him calm. Their current record is 20 minutes- Jaskier wants to push for 23, today. 

“Easy,” Jaskier coos, and Geralt finally settles down, straddling his lap. “Easy, sweetheart. What’s your signal?” 

Geralt offers him a rapid tap-tap-tap on his chest. “Got it.” 

“Thank you, love. Down you go, then.” 

Geralt does some sort of funny sideways movement, like he’s adjusting his ribcage, and sucks in several small, short gasps of air before a last enormous one and slips under water. Jaskier sets his little portable sundial, a frankly ingenious invention if ever he’d seen one and worth the 5 florins he paid for a curiosity, on the side of the pool and settles in. The hot springs are deliciously warm and kind on his sore muscles, and the slightly cooler interior of Geralt’s mouth is a delicious counterpoint to it. Jaskier absently strokes Geralt’s long hair as Geralt settles in to be good and well… cock cool him, really, until he starts running out of air. The best bit about it is feeling himself slowly getting hard in Geralt’s mouth, and feeling Geralt starting to choke himself in his eagerness to stuff his mouth. 

At the 10 minute mark, Geralt starts to get eager. 

Jaskier groans as Geralt’s tongue undulates a little, urging him to full hardness, and reaches down to run his fingers through the floating white hair. It’s so pretty like this. It’ll look even better wrapped around his fingers. He gives Geralt two minutes to actually get him hard, and then nudges the back of his head pointedly. Geralt gives it about another minute before he actively grabs Jaskier’s hips, and after that, all bets are off. 

Jaskier grabs his hair, hard, and feels Geralt keen around him under the water. A few precious air bubbles reach the surface and pop, and Jaskier takes a vindictive pleasure in it as he starts to rock his hips, a slow, measured fuck. Geralt’s fingers dig into his hips, urging him faster, and Jaskier indulges him. The water feels so good, and really, it doesn’t matter if they reach 23 minutes. He just wants to come down Geralt’s throat hard enough to see stars and maybe later get fucked a few times in the water. 

“Not about you, Julian,” he mutters to himself, then snorts, tightens his grip on Geralt’s hair in warning, and shoves himself in up to the hilt. He feels Geralt choke, just a little, and forces him to hold there. It’s fucking divine to feel Geralt choking on him and nose buried in the curls at the base, the flex of his throat just delicious. Deepthroating a witcher is the best thing in the fucking world, by Jaskier’s bet, and he rolls his hips a few times just to feel the way it almost popped in and out. Sooooo fucking good. 

A quick glance at the sun dial. 3 minutes to the record. 

He shoves his cock down Geralt’s throat again, grinding it in deep, and for the first time, Geralt thrashes. Jaskier’s heart jumps with eager anticipation, and after another slow roll of his hips, Geralt tries to pull back. 

“Not your safeword, honey,” Jaskier gasps, breathless as he feels Geralt’s throat clutching at him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yesssss.” 

He yanks hard on the hair as Geralt tries to pull back, the most effective tether he’s learned after a bit of trial and error. Geralt struggles, and Jaskier slips his legs free to trap Geralt’s head between his thighs and start fucking his face, hard. It’s obscene how good it feels to let go, just fuck with reckless abandon and keep Geralt pinned there if he doesn’t want to lose his hair, his one precious vanity. Geralt thrashes, fingers drawing blunt lines down his legs, but Jaskier doesn’t care. They declawed Geralt before this, trimmed his nails near to the quick to keep him from ripping the skin, this is fine. Chasing the high is more important, and with one final shove he forces himself deep and comes with a shout, shaking with the rush of pleasure. He lets go of Geralt immediately, legs falling to the side, and groans helplessly as Geralt pulls free of his cock and surfaces with an enormous gasp and spray of water. The hot water on his cock feels absolutely amazing, and he coos as Geralt climbs into his lap to sloppily kiss him between pants for breath, stripping his cock desperately against Jaskier’s stomach. 

“Good boy,” Jaskier purrs, high on a job well done as Geralt comes with a desperate, keening shout. “Oh, you’re so pretty when you come, just look at you.” 

Geralt whines, head falling into Jaskier’s shoulder as he takes in slow, shuddering gasps. Jaskier strokes his back, feeling very mellow and content with the world. 

“How long?” Geralt finally rasps, and Jaskier smiles. 

“21 minutes,” he says smugly. “But I think we’ll do better next time.” 

Geralt’s kissing him deep almost before he finishes talking. 

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War does not forgive mistakes.

Full size: http://cutt.us/titx3.

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HOW WAS I NOT FOLLOWING YOU!??? *melts* this is...guh. lovely. hot...scorching.

In light of some reading of Centaur!Geralt, I got,,, inspired.

Watch out for kind of beastiality, GeraltxCiri, womb fucking, and implied underage, also implied sexual slavery

Keep reading

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No apologize!!!! this is amazing. I am *MELTED*  So fucking good.

Could i get Witcher trainees are free use fucktoys? Age is up to you, I'm good with any. But I'd prefer no pain, dub to yes con is fine as is CNC and "oh fuck yes" is my fave.

Witcher boys trained to fuck, to deepthroat, to take most if not all Witchers in the keep. Gangbang, breeding kink, cum stuffing.

Gotta have some pleasure in life!

I apologise profusely.

DD:DNE. Contains underage sex (child/child under 12, child/adult from 12 on), extremely dubious consent due to age and power imbalance, sexual slavery, institutionalised pedophilia, oral/anal sex, gangbang, breeding/virginity kink, slight feminisation, grooming, unreliable narrator.

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It's only in hindsight, after exposure to humans outside of Kaer Morhen, that Eskel realises just how different his and Geralt's upbringing was in comparison to the rest of the continent. He knew, of course, that things did work differently inside the keep. Just not how differently.

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In Kaer Morhen, it goes like this: by the time a boy turns twelve, he is fair game for the Witchers. Hands and mouth, at first, to teach them. None of them start from scratch, as exploring each other is wholeheartedly encouraged, but there's still a learning curve.

"The Path is lonely, and you'll most likely only find comfort amongst each other." It helps, they're told, to figure out what pleases them, and what pleases their brothers.

When Eskel turns twelve, he's confident that he already knows his way around a cock. There's hardly an evening where he doesn't pin Geralt to his cot to play with his dick, licking and sucking until his friend comes with a cry. It should not surprise him that an adult's dick is a different matter entirely.

Read the rest on AO3.

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Eskel/Geralt has got to be one of my all time favorite ships. Like I love them so much! This ship fills my heart with so much love!

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Decided to finish my initial sketch for The Witcher Boudoir fanzine that wasn’t hot enough

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I’ve seperated my Ao3 stuff, so all my fills can be found at https://archiveofourown.org/users/LittleRedRidingDoublet

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Fuck Keys.... *Melts* Just...HNNNG. *Begs for more*

A/B/O, where Omegas get Branded by their Alphas, and given piercings because Omegas need to look pretty. Jaskier and Ciri both belonging to the Wolves (and maybe ALL the living Witchers?) Breeding kinks, and maybe...They have Jaskier breed Ciri, but the only way he can come is if one of the Alpha's is knotting him, while he's inside her?

I would like you to know that I have whole worldbuilding thots about this verse and about the various other things that occur. In the vein of getting it done though, I went for just filling the prompt as given! Hope you enjoy <3

The Path was long and hard, but winters were for comfort. The last living members of the Order of Witchers gathered at Kaer Morhen as the seasons turned and the first snows fell on the high peaks. Most of them were big, burly Alphas with a few wiry Betas thrown in. No Omega had ever made it through the Witcher trials. That didn’t, however, mean that they were left wanting. Not since Geralt had claimed his destiny and brought her home. The addition of the bard just made things even better. 

Ciri was bent over Coën’s lap, legs spread and cunt on display to the room. The Witchers were all lounging around, arrayed on various pieces of furniture, waiting for the show. Coën was petting over her back and sides and occasionally tugging at the chain that hung from the rings pierced through her nipples. She was slick and dripping. The position perfectly displayed the wolf’s head brand that sat in the small of her back, marking her as an Omega of the Wolf School. She was mostly well behaved and still, with only the occasional squirm. 

Jaskier was held between Lambert and Eskel, whimpering and whining as they tweaked his nipples, also pierced with hoops that allowed them to drape him in chains and tug. His brand sat over his heart, but it was a wolf to match Ciri’s. 

‘Are you going to be a good Omega and breed our little pup full?’ Lambert asked, stroking Jaskier’s cock with a punishingly tight grip. Jaskier whimpered and nodded.

‘We know your little cock is useless on its own, don’t worry,’ Eskel added, voice full of faux sympathy as he twisted slick fingers in Jaskier’s hole, spreading him open. ‘We’ll help you. Get you nice and wet and then knot you full so you can come. Of course,’ he added, ‘You’re just an Omega, so it probably won’t catch the first time. But that’s ok. There’s plenty of knots here for you.’

Lambert laughed, sharp and a little cruel. ‘We’ll keep you full all night. Make sure the little princess gets a belly full of pups.’

Jaskier whined and writhed, cock full and leaking. Without an Alpha knot in his ass, he couldn’t come though. Eskel pushed him to his feet and slapped his ass. 

‘On you go,’ he said, ‘Go and mount our little slut.’

Jaskier didn’t need told twice. He was across the hall like a shot and sinking into Ciri’s warm, wet heat, making her wail. Several of the watching Alphas groaned and palmed themselves at the sound. Coën gentled Ciri, holding her down so that she couldn’t writhe right out of his lap at the stimulation. 

The Witchers left Jaskier to thrust away uselessly for a while, chasing an orgasm that they all knew he couldn’t reach. Ciri’s cunt was a delicious temptation though and he couldn’t resist chasing his own pleasure. Eventually, though, Geralt got to his feet.

‘Shall we breed the pup?’ he asked. 

Vesemir, who was lounging with Guxart in his lap gestured him forward. ‘They’re your finds. You get first fuck,’ he declared. 

Geralt was quick to slide into Jaskier. He wasn’t a small Alpha and the feeling of his thick cock made Jaskier wail and thrust harder into Ciri. Coën and Geralt grinned at each other over the Omegas' heads. Geralt set a leisurely pace. It didn’t take long before Jaskier was babbling and begging, desperate for the knot that would let him come. Geralt wasn’t feeling particularly forgiving, however, and took his time. 

‘Geralt. Geralt, please. Fuck. Please knot me. Please, oh gods above, please, I need it. Please,’ he babbled. 

In the end though, it was Ciri’s sweet voice that tipped him over. She tilted her head to the side and blinked up at him through her thick lashes. ‘Please fill me with your pups, Geralt,’ she whimpered. It was enough. Geralt thrust home and with a deep growl, he locked himself deep inside Jaskier, pumping him full of seed. The moment his knot popped, Jaskier also tipped over the edge, grinding deep into Ciri and filling her up with his come. 

Coën petted over her hair, telling her how good she was being and how fat she was going to grow with their seed and their pups. By the end of the night, his predictions would have come true. Every Alpha in the room took their turn knotting Jaskier, forcing him to spend inside Ciri’s warm cunt. Her belly swelled, full of his come as the Alphas used him to breed her full. By the end, she had to be helped to waddle to bed, where she was wiped clean and plugged up to make sure the breeding caught. The Alphas sat around with pitchers of ale and toasted each other to a wonderful start to the winter season.