#i give her lil nibbles of it as a treat occasionally but every time she hears me crinkle a baby bell cheese she goes bonkers

[jaskiersvalley]

Omfg, I've read through just about all of your stories and they are incredible! You write with such a passion and every story just feels like it should be cannon between the characters! Especially Silver Tongue, Silver Hand and the Yennefer/Geralt/Jaskier add on, it just hit ALL the feels for me. Thank you for sharing 😁😍

Your words never cease to flatter me <3 Writing has become my life so I'm glad you enjoy it so much. I've got a little more in the way of feels for you but it's more Eskel flavoured.

The whole Lil Bleater thing had started out as a joke well before Lambert's time. He'd heard about it from the others. It became a bit of a tradition to keep an eye on the path at the start of each winter to see the burly Witcher with a goat on a tether. It was always a white goat with brown markings and everyone treated it like it's the same goat that has spent over a decade by Eskel's side. To Lambert there was a certain amount of comfort in seeing Eskel and his goat coming up the path. For all the uncertainty of their lives, that sight was a constant. So even when he became a Witcher, Lambert was one of the first to get back, just to see Eskel and his goat return.

There was no time to watch for Eskel the year of the sacking. Lambert had returned to a smouldering ruin and a few bewildered Witchers who were trying to make sense of what had happened. All hands on deck to try and salvage what remained of Kaer Morhen and to honour the remains of the dead they found, Lambert couldn't linger by the parapets to watch. Too much work and not enough people made it impossible. He was almost glad he wasn't there when Eskel ambled in, that he didn't have to see the way his face fell and took in the devastation around them. But that dinner Lambert sat next to him, shoulders pressed together.

It took a couple of years to get Kaer Morhen back into the shape of something habitable. Most of the keep was out of bounds but the courtyard, the great hall, the kitchens and a few rooms were salvageable. Not that there were many of them left who wanted rooms. Each year fewer and fewer Wolves came back until it was just Vesemir, Geralt, Eskel and Lambert. Plus Lil Bleater. She was there every single year, frolicking around and causing mayhem. Lambert had no idea how Eskel did it, always finding a goat that was as much of a menace as it was a delight.

"What's your trick?" he had asked one evening while they were giving the stables a thorough clean. Lil Bleater as getting her nose into everything, from trying to drink from the filthy bucket to stealing Lambert's brush.

"I ask her nicely." Which was timed perfectly with Lil Bleater backing up to charge at the straw bale that Eskel had been trying to spread out in a stall. It drew a tired "Bleats, please!" from Eskel which went merrily ignored. Lambert didn't even bother trying to hide his snicker.

It was always nice when it was the same goat two years running. There had been one time Eskel had the same goat for three winters and that one had been the goat to end up on its back, carried around like a baby. Vesemir grumbled when Lambert had given the goat a bonnet but otherwise left them to their own devices.

The year Eskel got home with barely healing wounds down his face had been hard. That time Lil Bleater was a quiet goat, much more likely to demand cuddles than get up to mischief and Lambert had never been more grateful. He hadn't been able to get through to Eskel, nobody had. But the stupid goat did what none of them could and offered companionship. Never before had Lambert felt he was indebted to a goat.

Not every year was sunshine and roses. The year Lil Bleater got into the alchemy ingredients was a dark one. But she was a Witcher's goat so got a suitable send-off on a pyre. By the time Eskel returned with her successor the following year, the door had a new lock on it, high up and it definitely needed opposable thumbs to open it.

Worst though was when Eskel was running late. He should have been there a week ago by Lambert's calculations. He kept an eye on the path to Kaer Morhen and watched as a lone figure approached. No horse, no goat, no pack, nothing. And emaciated Eskel stumbled home.

"No Bleats?" Lambert asked rather than interrogate Eskel on just what happened. He wished he hadn't enquired though, not when Eskel's face twisted into something pained and a hand rubbed over his stomach.

"I was desperate."

Understanding didn't make it any easier and Lambert simply nodded. He what he could of his to Eskel, spare shirts, potion bottles, boots, anything a Witcher might need on his travels. Winter just wasn't the same though. It wasn't just the fact that Eskel was withdrawn and silent, eerily still when hugged. Something was missing, that spark of life that Kaer Morhen cradled each winter was gone.

There was nothing for it, Lambert knew what he had to do. As soon as the weather permitted he was out the door and headed into the wilderness. Within the hour he spotted what he'd been looking for, a herd of wild goats. As soon as they spotted him they were scattering and catching one was nigh on impossible. The couple of white ones with brown spots bounded off into the undergrowth and only a pure black one watched him with disdain from a distance. It was going to have to do, Lambert didn't have the time or the patience to hunt down and capture another one. When he hunted, he never did it with the intent of zero injury for his prey. Slowly, he approached the goat and cast axii as soon as it was within range.

"Stay," he ordered and the goat stayed. Getting a leash on it was quick work and Lambert remembered what Eskel had said to him all those years ago. On a whim he added, "Be nice for Eskel."

The goat trotted along, occasionally nibbling at the leash if Lambert wasn't walking at a decent speed. They managed to get back to Kaer Morhen and marched into the kitchen.

"What have you got there?" Vesemir asked, staring at the black goat whose tail wiggled at the attention. At the table Eskel stared at them with a blank expression.

Marching over, Lambert thrust the end of the leash at Eskel.

"Lil Bleater."

For the first time that winter, Eskel's lips flickered into the ghost of a smile. He took the leash and held out a hand at the black goat.

"Hello there. I've missed you."

Stepping back, Lambert watched and barely flinched when a hand squeezed his shoulder.

"You did good," Vesemir murmured. "Thank you."

#lambskel #lambert/eskel #lambert #eskel #lil bleater #the witcher #tldr: lil bleater through the decades

[fandomsoverlife]

Morning lovin (Duncan Shepherd x reader smut)

This is really short and tbh I’m not even that mad about it. It kinda sucks, whoops.

Word count: 1.6k, warnings: unprotected sex and bad language (wear condoms y’all). There’s a weird format thing going on and i have no control over it and I’m sorry in advance. This is some really soft Duncan Shepherd x reader smut, with a little bit of breeding kink mixed in.

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Duncan had been watching her for awhile.

He had woken up early to take an unexpected business call and had to carefully scramble out of bed before his phone woke her up, his precious baby, his sweet doll, the love of his life, his fiancée.

In fact he had asked that very question last night, and that $13k ring he had bought her was on her dainty lil finger just to prove the point.

He was kinda worried that he’d only dreamed that she said yes, but that ring and the multiple love bites decorating her skin were there to comfort him. Duncan kept watching her, the steady rise and fall of her chest with each breath she took, a rare wrinkle of her nose or twitch of her eyebrow, the occasional sounds she made, and he felt his heart soar when she snuggled into him - even if it was just for his warmth or his presence (she was a cuddly little thing, even if they fell asleep separate from each other he often found himself waking up as the little spoon).

God he loved her so much. Duncan blinked, realizing his eyes were a little watery just thinking about how much he loves her, truly, deeply loves her - and he could never get enough of her.

He carefully raised his hand and slid it down her body, the dip of her waist and the curve of her hip, cupping her plump ass and biting his lip just a tad. He had an idea, and since it was his idea it was a wonderful one. Lifting up their comforter he slid his way underneath and nestled himself in his absolute favorite place to be, planting open mouthed kisses on her inner thighs and then over the lace of her panties - delicate and black, one of his favorite thongs that she owned and he didn’t even buy it for her. He stuck his tongue out and flattened it, licking a stripe up her covered cunt and evoking a moan from her, a soft one that he could hardly hear - so he licked again, this time it was sloppier, and he could taste her getting wet through her panties. “Duncan?”

He responded by pulling the lace aside and running his tongue along her slit.

“Oh, lord.” She yawned, parting her legs even farther for him. “Oh hello engagement ring.”

Duncan chuckled against her, wrapping his lips around her clit and giving a careful suck.

“Oh, baby, you know this isn’t really a proper breakfast in bed.”

He pulled away to push the covers off of his head, smiling up at her. “I’m eating, so I think it counts.”

“Good morning.” She smiled, her eyes crinkling as she giggled at the sight of his hair. “Did you know I-oh!”

Duncan had very quickly returned to his place, lapping at her slit while he thumbed little circles on her clit, his scruff scratching the insides of her thighs.

“I love you.” Her hands slid in his hair, balling up and grasping it by the roots. “So much, Duncan Shepherd.”

He smiled, pulling his mouth back. “I love you too, future Mrs. Shepherd. Unless you wanna hyphenate your names, in which case you might have to pursuance my mother into letting me do the same.”

“Annette loves me enough that it should work.” She giggled as his pushed a finger inside her heat. “Your fingers always feel so much better than mine do.”

“Good thing you’re stuck with me forever than.” He pushed a second finger inside of her, scissoring them and then pumping carefully as he nibbled on her sensitive bud, reveling in her moans and whimpers. “I could eat this pussy for every meal and never get tired of the way you taste, y/n. You’re a treat.”

“Good thing you’re marrying me then, because I couldn’t live without this.” She cried out, back arching as he curled his fingers inside of her, hitting that perfect spot. “Oh good god.”

“I’m not god, I’m your fiancé.” He murmured, his tongue tracing shapes and letters on her clit sloppily, know what she loved best and what made her cum hard enough to cry.

“Seems close enough, ah.” She was squirmy, pushing his face closer to her heat desperately. “Mm, baby, you’re so good to me.”

He hummed, the vibrations making her arch her back even more, and he pushed her hips down with a certain roughness that was enough to push her over the edge (she loved to be manhandled and he loved roughing her up). His lapped up all of her release, dipping his tongue back into her cunt, French kissing her pussy like it would be the last thing he’d ever do until she was pushing his face away and whimpering, her legs twitching and clamping down around his head. “Duncan please I can’t.”

“Mmm but you taste devine.” He sucked on her clit again. “I never wanna stop.”

But he listened anyway, leaning up to kiss her - moaning at the feel of her lips against his, his beard still wet with her cum. She grinned into their embrace - attempting to wrap her arms around him and squealing when she realized her ring was caught in his hair. “Shit.”

They both broke out into giggles (which was rare for him, but she brought the best out of him), parting from each other so she could unknot his hair. He nuzzled his nose in the curve of her neck. “I’m not even angry about that. I’m glad to have that issue, because it means you’re mine.”

“I’m guessing you don’t want me to take the ring off?”

“Unless you’re giving me a hand job, never.” He presses his lips against hers again, with a new hunger inside of him, gripping the backs of her thighs and ruffing his hips against hers. “I want you.”

“I’m yours, Mr. Shepherd.” She bit at his bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth and looking him in the eyes. “I need you.”

He nodded, rolling off of her and pulling her into his lap. “Take me, all of me.”

She grinned, running her hand down his toned chest and biting her lip. “I like it more when you have less clothes on. You’re cute when you’re all dressed up but I like it best when you’re like this.”

“Naked and at your mercy?”

“Obviously.” She rolled her hips against his, leaning back and grinding her ass down on his hard length - still stuff in the confines of his overpriced boxer briefs. “Hm, you’re cute.”

He laughed, placing his hands on her waist and pulling himself up to her. “I love you.”

“Don’t I know it.” She kissed him tenderly, taking his face in her hands and holding him tight, moving in tandem with him, their tongues meeting and twisting around each other. “I love you, too, so much Duncan.”

“Don’t I know it.” He mumbled, mocking her as he pulled her panties aside again to rub at her clit and tease her entrance. “Baby, you’re so wet for me.”

“I wonder why.” She slid her hands down between them and pushed his briefs down far enough that she could stroke his cock. “You’re so hard for me. Can’t wait to have you inside me.”

“Condom?”

She breathed, looking at him. “No, Duncan, I want you to put a baby in me.”

He groaned loudly, throwing his head back. “Don’t tease me like this Y/N. You know I want to fuck you until you’re pregnant.”

She rubbed the head of his cock against her slit and sank down carefully, not taking him in fully before sitting back up. “I’m not teasing you. I want you to put a baby in me, Duncan Shepherd.”

He growled, yanking at the lace of her thong until he heard a satisfying rip sound. “Hey!”

“I’ll get you a new pair, trust me.”

She sank down on his length until he was fully seated inside of her. “God you seem to get tighter every time I fuck you.”

“That’s because, oh, your cock is massive and I can never get enough.” She slid back up before sinking down again, both of them moaning loudly as Duncan dropped his head onto her shoulder and bit down, thrusting up to signal her to go faster. And she did, finding a good rhythm and riding him perfectly, the sounds coming from how wet she was and their skin smacking together was obscene and she fucking loved it, grinding down on him when her legs needed a break before starting again and crying out. “Oh my god, I’m close.”

He grunted, slipping his hand down to rub quick circles on her clit so she would cum first, his dick twitching inside her, ready to bust at any second. “Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock, make a fucking mess on me.”

And with that she came, her eyes squeezing shut as her hips stuttered, silent cries coming out of her O shaped mouth. Duncan thrusted up into her even harder, fucking her through her orgasm and then pushing her back onto the bed and fucking her harder. “Oh holy shit Duncan I’m gonna come again. Oh my god.”

He groaned when she clenched around him again, making it almost impossible to move him hips and triggering his own orgasm, his cum spurting inside of her cunt and coating her walls as she came again, and he rubbed lazy circles on her clit until she was calm again. “I love you so much.”

She nodded, pulling him down for a kiss and moaning into his mouth as she rotated her hips. “I love you too.”

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