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another bday doodle for my homeboy @cc-kote ~! (psst check out their fics )

#kylo ren #armitage hux #having a lot of feelings about them

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Draw your characters like this

#loki and lu kissing #stephen holding the umbrella #otp: defibrillator #otp: sassmasters

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ThEM

#otp: defibrillator #otp: electric soldier

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Kinktober Day 4 - Thigh Riding | Sex Pollen - Jaskier x Fem!Reader

Thigh riding | Sex pollen | Forced orgasm 

Disclaimer: I did interpret “sex pollen” as loose as aphrodisiac - it’s not an actual pollen, it’s a liquid.  Also, it's late, I have work, I did rush a little to get this out but it's better than another day sans post I hope!

Summary: Geralt had warned you of the dangers of consorting with witches. But you had never anticipated the dangers being this.

Warnings: NSFW, Public Sex/Orgies, Aphrodisiac, Dub Con because of the aphrodisiac but they love each other I swear.

Geralt had warned you.

Geralt had warned you of the dangers of witches often enough. Even Yennefer, a witch herself, often advised against mingling with others that dabble in Chaos.

But that didn’t stop Jaskier from accepting the opportunity of performing on behalf of a town’s witch.

It didn’t stop you from attending the gathering in support of him.

Which is how the pair of you wound up in the mansion of the local town’s “healer”, surrounded by townsfolk that were in the know, and various other mages and witches.

Jaskier had sung wonderfully, as captivating as he ever did - and to hold the attention of those as vain as witches and mages was no small feat, you’ll give him that.

As the night went on, he was free to mingle, returning to your side and sip on the wine that was being freely poured, to feast on the foods presented.

“And to think Geralt was worried,” Jaskier scoffed, in his element, overconfident in the way he often became when things were going a little too smoothly.

It didn’t stop you from smiling though, an easy grin matching his on your face. “A worrywart, that one. A white haired worrywart of a Witcher.”

“Isn’t he just? He ought to have more trust in us.”

You chuckled, taking another sip before waving your glass in emphasis. “Did he warn you about the wine?”

“No, what of it?”

“Yennefer mentioned some witches put something in it, an aphrodisiac. Makes the night more fun as it goes on.”

Jaskier made a face, somewhere between a grimace and a grin. “Oh woe is me, a witch’s orgy. Save me, Butcher of Blaviken!”

A snort escapes you as the pair of you take another sip, continuing to pass the time discussing his various adventures with Geralt, his performance, and the various attendees of the soiree.

The conversation carried on easily, until the vibe of the room suddenly, inexplicably, intangibly…Shifted

Suddenly the air was heavier, thicker in a way that was hotter, heavier. It felt as though the voices of the other partygoers was quieting, slowing down. You became more aware of certain things - men sitting with their hands on other women’s thighs, just a little too high. A flush on women’s cheeks that ran a little brighter, went a little further down than the typical blush from too much wine.

And you were very aware of Jaskier sitting beside you.

His thigh lightly touching yours was suddenly scalding you, but in a way that you felt you simply couldn’t move away.

You hadn’t realized you had stopped listening to the conversation entirely until Jaskier called your name.

You met his eyes, ready to apologize, before immediately regretting it.

Were his eyes always so piercing? His hair always so soft? Did you always notice how deeply he unbuttoned his shirt, how noticeable the droplets of sweat were running down it.

Oh.

Oh.

“Jaskier,” you croaked out, suddenly noticing how dry your mouth was. You licked your lips and continued. “Jaskier, the wine. I don’t think Geralt was wrong.”

“Hmm?” the bard only hummed, and you met his eyes again. He was practically in a trance, staring at where your tongue had darted out to wet your lips.

Slowly, around you, you begin to hear soft sighs, and the lower, hushed tones of lovers speaking to one another.

You grow more aware of the unbearable, present, nearly painful heat between your legs, and when you shift, you realize that you’re already drenched.

“Jask…”

The bard reached forward, placing a large, warm, calloused hand on your thighs.

“They spiked the wine,” he breathes out, turning himself enough that his head is resting against yours, words breathing right in your ear and sending chills down your spine.

“Mhm,” your eyes are closed, trying to ignore the stimuli coming from all senses that your body seems hyper aware of. The gasps, the quiet moans, people growing closer.

Jaskier right beside you.

“Darling we can leave right now,” he breathes, hand on your thigh growing tighter, wandering ever so slightly higher. “We can rent a room in the nearest tavern - or two, if you want to wait this out. We don’t have to stay -”

You cut him off, pushing him back. You can see him start to form an apology, but before giving him the chance you stand and move to position yourself on his lap, straddling his legs and capturing him in a frantic kiss.

It’s not coordinated, or careful, or planned. The moment Jaskier’s brain catches up to what you’ve done, he’s immediately pried your lips open with his tongue, tasting you, claiming you, his hand coming around to cradle your head and pull you in deeper. His other hand wanders quickly, greedily, grasping at every inch of you that he can.

You already don’t want clothes in the way.

As quickly as you get on him, you stand again. The bard is dazed, bright eyes nothing but dark pupils gazing at you as you begin to make quick work of your clothes.

It’s the wine, some tiny, miniscule part in the back of your mind speaks. It’s the wine making you strip in front of a room of strangers, the wine making you mount your friend in a fit of desire.

The wine. Only the wine.

It has to be.

Your hands, in their flurry, begin to struggle with the laces, of which Jaskier is far too eager to help you with.

He leans forward, reaching up to help you loosen the corset. As it’s flung somewhere to your side, he makes quick work of your undershirt, your skirts.

Quickly, so quickly it all began, and just as quickly you’re completely nude, with the bard urging you back into his lap.

In your haste, you slip a little, falling to one side and straddling only one of his thighs.

Despite this you moan, jolting slightly as sliding on the thigh offers some friction to your throbbing clit.

“Fuck,” you gasp, grasping on to his shoulders tightly, your body moving without your full consent as you seek any form of relief to the growing burn within you.

It’s too much, the feeling of the cotton trousers beneath you, offering a burning friction to satiate your need, the growing groans echoing throughout the entire room. 

It’s not enough, when Jaskier himself lets out a beautiful moan, feeling you begin to soak through his clothes as you claw at him desperately.

“Dove, please,” he begs, leaning forward to pepper your neck and collarbone with bites. Your hips rock faster, until he tugs harshly at your hair, exposing your neck fully as you shout. His teeth mark your neck and his grip remains firm, his other hand wandering down to aide your movements. 

Your mind, in its wine and drug and lust addled haze, can only focus on two things: easing the burn between your legs, and hearing one of his beautiful sounds again.

And so your hand promptly finds his cock, working it through the flap in his trousers and stroking.

Gods is he hard.

It’s his turn to have his head thrown back, to let out a loud, melodic moan to the room to join the symphony of the others’. It’s rougher than you expected, lightly due to his night of signing and shouting boisterously to a room, but hells did it ever manage to turn you on.

You’re rushing it, you know it, he knows it, but somehow no one can bring themselves to mind as you raise yourself up further, straddling him properly once again.

You stare into the bard’s blue eyes, taking in every expression as you sink down fully, gasping as you feel every inch, every curve, every vein. It’s easy, with how wet you’ve become, and within seconds you’re riding him and hard as you can.

He’s eager to help you, hands grasping your hips so tightly they’re bound to leave bruises, controlling your pace and pulling you ever so slightly closer.

“This isn’t,” Jaskier gasped out, between groans and moans bites to your neck. “This isn’t what I wanted for our first night together.”

“You dreamed of this?” You tease half-heartedly, feeling a warmth in your heart bloom despite the absurdity of the situation.

Was this bard really about to give you a love confession whilst balls deep in you in the midst of a sex party?

“Of course,” he moaned, head thrown back and eyes clenched shut. “Gods, so many nights I wanted to have you, in the nearest room in a tavern, against the nearest wall, in the midst of camp. There was a plan, wine and dinner and singing and flowers, just us - fuck do that again.”

You reach for his hair, forcefully pulling his head back to meet your gaze.

“We’ll do this again,” you promise, thighs burning as you ride faster, chasing that growing feeling within you. “I’ve wanted it too, and we’ll talk about it when this damned wine isn’t in our heads but Jaskier, please just fuck me right now I’m so close -���

He stops you, hand travelling forward to meet your clit, rubbing in just the right way that has you seeing stars within seconds.

With your high comes his, and you can’t help but whine at the feeling of his cum shooting deep within you, warming you from the inside out as you clutch each other desperately, needly, as though you were the answer to some eternal unasked question.

As the pair of you come down, gasping, panting, your ears pick up the rest of the party beginning to quiet as well. It was almost as if the spell had a time limit, you thought aimlessly.

As you came to, and the sensations began to dull, your mind grew louder.

You had just fucked Jaskier.

You were still sitting on his cock.

As you go to move, his hand holds your hip tightly, and the other travels upwards to brush some hair out of your face, cupping your cheek. His gaze is gentle, kind, but hungry.

“We’ll do it again, you say?” he teases, that overconfident smirk back on his face. You can feel him hardening inside you once again, and you shift as a reflex, causing a burst of heat to ignite in you once again. “What say you to back at the inn?”

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They did not give me cannonical aphrodisiac usage at witch parties for nothing.

Thank you to @flightlessangelwings for their Kinktober list this year!

#f/o: jaskier #i love a good sex pollen fic

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Jaskier & Y/N: *Squealing and hugging each other*

Y/N: I missed you so much.

Jaskier: I missed you more.

Geralt: You'd think it was months, it's been three days.

#ot3: the cat the wolf and the dandelion

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@0dde11eth @help-help-i-need-an-adult

#jaskier #f/o: Jaskier #i love this actually #Jaskier hold my hand while we paruse the grocery store shelves

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#me as little spoon or me laying on top of them

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This is about calm f/os:

tw: some nsfw themes are present here.

* Calm f/os, who absolutely lost it when someone touched you or disrespected you.

* Calm f/os, who whisper "behave" in your ears when you are being all bratty when you both go out.

* Calm f/os, who choke you when they kiss you. And tighten their grip around your throat when you gasp, forcing you to keep eye contact with them, only to release it quickly, and kiss you as if they were all the oxygen you need.

* Calm f/os, who transformed completely into a different person behind closed doors.

* Overprotective, territorial, calm f/os that with only one look at you, would make you weak on your knees.

* Calm f/os, with daddy / mommy energy.

* Calm f/os, with long hair who wear a hair tie around their wrist, and that simple detail is the sexiest thing ever to you.

* Calm f/os, with deep voices, and their voice is the only one who can calm the demons inside your head.

* Calm f/os, who always need to touch you, a hand on your thigh, a hand around your waist, a hand on the back of your neck while casually keeping conversation with their friends.

* Calm f/os, who seem intimidating at first but inside, they have the softest hearts.

* Calm f/os, who look gentle, but they are evil.

* Calm f/os, who look evil, but they are so gentle for you.

* Calm f/os, who surprise you with their wonderful shibari skills.

* Calm f/os, with long hair, who casually tie their hair up on a bun while they are inside you, without losing their pace.

* Calm f/os, with short hair who loves when you style it for them.

* Calm f/os, who loves cutting your hair, or dyeing your hair.

* Calm f/os, who help to braid your hair, or help you to wear your scarf.

* Calm f/os, who loves your art and encourages you to keep going.

* Calm f/os, who can be your angel with their beautiful smile, or your devil when they are smirking on top of you.

* Calm f/os, who reminds you to take your meds.

* Calm f/os, who raise their eyes from the book they are reading to look at you, because you just looked too good in the outfit you are wearing, and they want to tear it off from you but they choose to remain... calm.

* Calm f/os, who take their time, who tease you and make you beg for what you want... also, you have to say it out loud.

* Calm f/os, who raise a brow at you when you talk back to them in public just to push their buttons, without success... or so you thought.

* Calm f/os, who loves to take a shower with you, to dirty you in the most sinful ways possible, only to wash you after, followed by a forehead kiss, and a “ you did so good, I love you.”

* Calm f/os, with a praise kink who leaves you shaking beneath them, but treats you like royalty in your daily life, and you sometimes wonder if that sweet, calm guy is the same person who was commanding you to "use your words" in the bedroom.

#concept

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Imagine buying merchandise of your f/o but they actually possess the item. For example, their soul and mind possess a plush that you purchased of them and you have no clue. They get to feel you kiss their fabric covered cheeks and squeeze their plush body. Now imagine how this would go if you placed the plush between your legs, squeezing them with your thighs without even knowing that they’re incredibly aroused by it. Or accidentally rolling on top of them and never getting to know that it was like heaven for them to be under you.

But that’s basic, Let’s get weird. If you get a necklace with them on it, they adore being so close to your chest/neck and feeling your skin almost 24/7. If you got breasts, they constantly hope that they get stuck between your tits.

If it’s a poster, their favorite thing is watching you from the wall when you are home. Being blessed with the gift of watching your everyday life without you even noticing prying eyes. Don’t even get them started if you’re the type to sleep nude!

And clothes are a new level! Getting stretched out and plastered on your body like they own you? Immaculate. They know you’re a huge simp for them and they’re glad you want everyone to know. The only problem they got is being washed in the washer because it means they lose your scent :(

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#this is hilarious considering i sleep in a pile with three body pillows of my boyfriends #and frequently wrap my legs and arms around them #like i HAVE to be cudded uo with one of them or i cant sleep comfortably #also i always feel like im being watched with my Loki posters its eerie #my mother even commented on it before i moved out #fun concept

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imagine laying down in your bed when your f/o comes up and just wraps around you, burying their head in your neck. they're as snug and close as your bodies will allow, breaths deep and slow as they drift off. you just revel in the fact that you get to be that for them. when they are lonely and want affection, they seek it from you. they're head over heels in love with you, said without a word.

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Wishing to be pastel catgirl irl 😭

Silly picrew chain thingy !!

What I look like vs. what I want to look like

Tagging: @akiseochi @bilegyrtheking @bex0xo-xoxo @anystalker707 @gnomecity @cringefail-loser @volk-swag-genitalia + anyone else to wants to join :3

#picrew

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masturbating while thinking of him is not enough i need him to fuck me so hard i can't think anymore

#about kylo

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Oh my god this is cute okay

Idk why but I imagine Kylo getting rocky road. Something about him screams chocolate based flavours.

I always go for either cake batter, something with cookie dough bits or cotton candy

Hux gets strawberry or vanilla bean. Something simple

Imagine getting ice cream with your f/o on a hot summer day! What flavors do you guys get?

#tora speaks #f/o: kylo ren #modern jedi #f/o: Armitage hux

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am i the only one who plays dress up and would go to the mirror looking at myself thinking “wow my f/o would eat me up if they see me wearing this”

#all the time #and then i image what they would be wearing to create the perfect match up of us standing next to each other

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stoic man who can’t articulate how much you mean to him, so he has to show you instead

#f/o: Armitage Hux #f/o: silco #f/o: Shouta Aizawa #f/o: Kurogiri

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i will get my grubby selfship hands all over your normal fandom post this is a promise