Now that we have a lot of sub!Geralt...may I drop in with a sub!Lambert prompt? Maybe the first time he receives real aftercare? Like his previous affairs where only one night stands where he had to go immediately after so they weren't caught or because the partner didn't want Lambert to stay any longer. Or because he had often partners who didn't care much about giving aftercare (and just want to brag they fucked a Witcher). To a point where Lambert thinks how he is treated is normal...
So the first time Lambert receives aftercare he is maybe confused before he gets a bit emotional.
(Your choice,who you want to write/headcanon as Lambert's partner ^^)
Thank you for this ask ^_^ I've gone for Aiden x Lambert here 😊
CW: Dom Aiden, Sub Lambert (Light dom sub, post scene but they still use the names), references to the earlier scene which is implied to have been a bit rough, a little bit of filthy language but like 1 sentence, generally it's hurt/comfort.
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“Where are you going?”
Aiden sat up in the bed, having not yet caught his breath. Lambert pulled on his trousers and pushed his hair out of his face, wiping his brow with his arm.
“I don’t know. I have all my gear with me and I was intending on camping anyway. It’s still early, I might just do that.”
Aiden pulled the covers up over his chest in an effort to hide his embarrassment.
“Not to be a needy dom or anything but...”
Aiden’s words were quiet, with much less power than just 5 minutes ago. Lambert stopped what he was doing to look back at him, looking just as embarrassed as him.
“well, aftercare might not be something you enjoy or want, but, well I wouldn’t feel like I’d done a very good job here if you just walked out.”
Lambert looked back confused.
“What do you mean? You want me to stay?”
Aiden stuttered to answer.
“I mean, yeah? Apart from the fact that I just want you here generally, just to be with, it’s a matter of safety? And besides, at the risk of making my face even hotter, dom’s drop too, y’know. You’d... you’d be doing me a favour.”
Lambert moved back onto the bed, kneeling in front of Aiden. He put his hand underneath Aiden’s chin, lifting it to meet his gaze.
“Hey, if you want me to stay I’ll stay, I just figured you wanted me to leave. I want to stay... I’d rather I stayed.”
Aiden pushed himself up further in the bed, his eyebrows knitting together.
“Why would you think that?”
Lambert looked down, rubbed his arms, suddenly feeling a bit exposed and shrugged. Aiden moved in, suddenly concerned.
"Lamb, tell me.”
It took a moment before he spoke.
“I’ve always left after things like this. No big deal, I can handle myself.”
“Fuck, Lambert. Don’t you feel like shit every time? How can you handle that yourself?”
He shrugged again, telling Aiden all he needed to know. Aiden pulled him against his chest, realising where the confusion had been. They lay back in the bed while Aiden stroked his hair.
“When you do stuff like this, especially if I’ve been a bit rough with you or we’ve used... colourful words,”
He could feel Lambert nuzzle into him, the memory of being filled while being called "a little hole that was made for this", still obviously fondly fresh in his mind.
“I need to know that you’re okay. And that it wasn’t too much or that your body feels good or whatever. It just, makes us both feel good. Looking after you after all this stuff is a big part of it for me.”
Lambert sat up on his elbow, shy with the prospect of anyone paying him caring attention.
“What sorta stuff do you want to do then?”
Aiden smiled, jumping up to organise a bath for him. He spent over an hour, washing the wolf and brushing his hair. Then when they were both back in the bed, Aiden kissed over the red marks still on Lamberts skin.
“How about here little Lamb, was this bit too much?”
Lambert shivered from the touch, their pet names back but in a much lighter way.
“N... no Sir, you took good care of me, I promise. Nothing hurts. It all felt g- good.”
He stuttered as Aiden continued to leave longer kisses on each one.
“You’re perfect do you know that? Just for me.”
Aiden made his way back up the inside of Lambert’s thigh, brushing his cheek against his soft cock, feeling it stir against him. Once he knew Lambert was okay, he moved them both so that he was lying behind him, pulling at his hips to make them both as close as possible. Aiden ran his fingers up and down Lambert’s arm.
“You okay? Sorry to keep asking.”
Lambert nodded.
“Yeah. Really, I am. You’ve done more than enough. If you want, you can stop saying the nice things now, if you’ve had enough.”
Aiden pulled him onto his back so that he was looking up at him.
“Have you had enough?”
Lambert took a deep breath before shaking his head, looking the most vulnerable Aiden had ever seen him.
“I don’t know who you’ve been with before, but listen to me, making a sub leave without giving them care is wrong. You’re important to me, and I enjoy this. Does it feel good? Better than putting your clothes on and leaving?”
He nodded back, still nervous.
“Good. You deserve this."
Aiden moved them back into the position they were in, holding him a bit tighter than before.
“I want to spend the rest of the night telling you you’re pretty and looking after you. Okay?”
Lambert did a fake growl but pushed his hips back to get more attention.
“I didn’t hear an answer.”
He lightly licked the wolfs ear getting a little moan in return.
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A/N: Sub!Lambert is finally here! I’ve been working on him for so long and I hope this is good! I’m putting it below the cut because we get right down to business. This is my first time writing a dom/sub dynamic this intense so please be nice about it! I know there’s a lot of room for improvement but I spent forever working on it and doing my best to make it perfect.
Warnings: SUB!LAMBERT, light spanking, dom/sub dynamics, oral (male receiving) handjob, blowjob, cum play, ass play, nipple play, light biting, pegging, butt stuff, begging, multiple orgasms, very brief thigh riding, mentions of spanking as a punishment, Lambert trying (and failing) to top from the bottom
Word Count: 6.1k
You hummed softly as you moved around the bed, inspecting the bonds holding Lambert’s wrists to the poles at the top of the bed. Your fingertips brushed along his forearm, admiring the muscles that flexed beneath his warm skin.
“Are these too tight?” Your eyes flickered up to his face. His eyes were closed. He was listening to you, no doubt. Listening to your heart beat steadily and to the way you breathed evenly. Listening to the way you moved around the bed with slow, quiet steps, like a predator encircling their prey.
“No.” He grumbled, his tone irritated.
You brought your hand down to smack the inside of his thigh with your fingers. It wasn’t enough to hurt, but it was enough to get his attention.
He jolted, eyes snapping open, and lifted his head to look at you.
“Don’t be rude, Lambert.”
“Just think it’s stupid how you’re taking forever working on the ropes.” He turned his head to look up at one of the ropes bounding him to the bed. He gave it an experimental tug. It didn’t budge.
“I want to make sure they aren’t going to hurt you.”
“M’fine.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m a witcher. Whatever happens, I’ll heal.”
You stopped at his side, sitting down on the edge of the bed. You placed your hand on his sternum, gently brushing across a nasty scar that pulled at his skin.
“Just because you can heal quicker than others doesn’t mean I’m going to be any less careful with you.” You spoke softly. “Doing this means you trust me to not hurt you, to do what is in your best interests. And it means that you are giving up your control for me. If you don’t like the way I’m doing this, then we don’t have to do it.”
“No.” He muttered, eyes falling to where your hand rested on him. “I want to do this.”
You smiled softly, standing up and trailing your fingernails up over his ribcage as you moved. Your nails lightly scraped over his nipple. He sucked in a sharp breath. You pulled your hand away from him and instead messed with the hem of your shirt.
“What’s the safe word?”
“Wyvern.”
“And the colors?”
“Green, yellow, red.”
“What does green mean?”
“I’m good.”
“Yellow?”
“Give me a minute.”
“And red?”
“Stop.”
“Good boy.”
He shivered at the praise.
You moved around to the foot of the bed, nudging his legs further apart so you could crawl between them. You chose not to tie his ankles to the bed frame. Tying his hands was enough. This was his first time being restrained during sex- or at least with you it was. You wanted to take it easy.
His semi hard cock rested against his lower stomach, waiting for attention.
“What color are you right now?”
He didn’t answer immediately. He turned his head to the side, eyes finding the harness and fake cock resting on a towel on the stand by the bed.
“Pay attention to me.” You patted his chest. “That cock won’t fuck you until I decide. Color?”
“Green.”
You nodded.
“What do you want me to do, Lambert?”
“Fucking blow me.” He breathed out quickly. The patience he had when you were asking him about the color system disappeared completely. You weren’t surprised. Patience wasn’t one of his virtues.
“Is that a demand?” You raised your brows at him. You placed your hand on his knee.
“No.”
“Good.” You grinned. “Then ask me nicely.”
He gritted his teeth together but said nothing. He wasn’t going to surrender that easily, and you knew this. He was going to make you work for it, work to hear the heavenly noises he could make.
You brought your attention down to his cock, your hand moving from his knee to his upper thigh. You braced yourself there, leaning down to lick a stripe from his balls up to the tip of his cock.
He moved, arms flexing as he pulled against the ropes.
You knew very well that he could break the ropes if he really wanted too, but this was part of the game. He was allowing himself to stay restrained so that he could be at your complete mercy.
“Mhm, you taste so good.” You moaned, looking up at him through your lashes.
He was looking down at you, curiously watching your every move.
You wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock, earning a soft grunt from the witcher.
“It’s a shame I can’t have your cock in my mouth.”
“Like fuck you can’t!”
“Well, I can’t reward you for having such a dirty mouth.” You squeezed the base of his thick member.
In response, he bucked his hips upwards and whined.
“Fuck, Y/N!”
You spat on his cock, using it to slick him up.
“You know, you’re so much fun to mess with. You’re so easily wound up.”
“Fuck you.”
You smacked the inside of his thigh again, this time a little harder. He whined, throwing his head back against the pillows.
“Don’t you want to be a good boy for me, Lambert?”
He gave you no answer, fingers curling tightly around the ropes as you began to work your hand up and down his length.
“The quicker you behave for me, love, the sooner you get what you want.”
You moved to lay next to him on your side. With his arms being bound above his head, this gave you the perfect opportunity to kiss him where you wanted.
You hand tightened around his cock, making him grunt, and then you began to move your grip up and down his thick girth.
Your lips found his chest just a few inches away from his nipple. You left a trail of lazy kisses across his scarred chest, lingering on a large, twisted scar just beneath his left pec. As much as you wanted to spend time kissing the marks he hated, you knew that he wouldn’t like it. Now wasn’t the time for that.
Your tongue swiped across his nipple, a proud grin forming on your lips as he shuddered and the bud hardened.
“Oh, fuck.” He cursed softly.
His cock was leaking, weeping, begging for release. The thick vein on the underside of his length pulsed in your hand. You squeezed him a little, making him jerk and push his hips into the air.
“I hope you know I’m not going to give you what you want until you beg.” You whispered, eyes flickering up to his face. You admired the thin layer of sweat that glistened across his forehead and the way his jaw ticked as he gritted his teeth together.
“Then we’re in for one hell of a night.” He spoke through clenched teeth. He wasn’t going to give in easily. That would be boring. The night would be over too soon. He wanted to see just exactly what your little dirty mind had waiting for him, and he was prepared to toy with his boundaries.
You chuckled softly, brushing your thumb over his slit. He hissed, eyes squeezing shut, and he tossed his head back. Your teeth found the side of his neck, biting down carefully on his pulse.
“Oh, fuck!” His hips bucked up once more.
“I know you can hold out until you are ready to come, but I also know that you are extremely sensitive when it comes to having someone mess with your big cock. Isn’t that right?” Your teeth traced the shell of his ear. “Once I pull two or three orgasms from you, you’ll be putty in my hands.”
He said nothing, though you saw the way his eyes darted over to you.
“What do you think?” You kissed his chest, your fist tightening around the mushroomed head of his cock. He jolted, sucking in air sharply through his teeth. “How many times can I make you come before you turn into a needy little whore?”
“Gods damn it.” He cursed, letting his head fall back on to the pillows.
You looked down at his cock, admiring how red it was and how much it was leaking.
You moved your hand up and down his length, making sure to tighten your grip when you got to the head and swipe your thumb over the very tip. Your mouth worked against his neck, alternating between sucking, biting, and kissing.
“Fuck, Y/N! I’m gonna come!”
“Already?” You teased, grinning mischievously against his neck.
You sat up so you could use both of your hands on him, wanting to push him over the edge. With one hand, you gripped the base of his cock. You moved that hand up and down his impressive length while your other hand focused on his tip, squeezing and rubbing in all the right places.
He began to thrust his hips uncontrollably, the muscles in his stomach quivering.
“Fuck! Fuck! Y/N, I want to be inside you! Ah, fuck!”
“I know you do, baby.” You leaned down to lick the tip, humming at the salty taste of him.
All it took was a few more tugs on his cock before he came. You couldn’t help the smirk that came to your lips. Now it wouldn’t be long before he was begging you for more.
You released his softening cock, watching as it rested against his abdomen. You trailed your fingertips up his abdomen, gathering some of his spend on your fingers. Your eyes met his as you put your fingers into your mouth, humming at the taste.
His yellow irises were almost completely absorbed by black pupils.
“How do you feel?” You asked quietly, bringing your hand to his chest.
“Ready to pin your ass to the bed.” He grunted, putting his head back. He focused his eyes on the ceiling. His arms flexed as he pulled at the restraints.
“Oh, poor baby.” You cooed mockingly. “But you’re the one who wanted this.”
“No! I fucking want you to peg me! Not toy with my cock.” He whined.
You knew he was just being bratty, trying to get a reaction out of you. But you wanted to ensure this was what he wanted, that he was okay with everything you were doing.
“You know very well that you can call the safe word and I will stop.” You took your hand away from him. “You know that, right?”
“I know.” He muttered.
“Say it louder.”
“Why? You heard me-,”
“You seem to think that this is your show.” You sat up on your knees. The bed shifted beneath you, catching his attention. “Darling, I’m the one in charge. If I want to toy with your cock for the next three hours, I will. If I want to wait and take your ass later, I will. If I want to sit here and watch you jerk yourself off, I will.”
He was silent, eyes still focused on the ceiling. You placed one hand on his chest to brace yourself as you leaned over him. Your other hand took hold of his chin, turning his head so he looked at you. His eyes found yours.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes.” He answered obediently.
“Good. Now when I ask for your color, you give me an answer. Color?”
“Green.”
You slipped from the bed, which had him watching you carefully. For a second, he was afraid that he’d fucked up. He thought he was being too defiant, too uncooperative. He couldn’t help it, but he wanted to be better. He wanted to do good, to make you happy, to be good. He wanted to hear you praise him– though he would never admit that out loud.
“Where are you going?”
“You don’t get to ask questions until you learn to behave.” You told him, moving around to the foot of the bed. You grabbed the vial of oil that was resting on the corner of the bed.
“You know.... I think it’s hot when you pull the reins like that on me.” He commented quietly. You could tell he was a little nervous.
“I know.” You shot him a little smirk. “Your cock’s getting hard already, and all I’ve done was put you in your place.”
He chuckled from deep within his chest.
You climbed up onto the bed, putting yourself between his thighs on your stomach. Your arms rested up over his thick thighs. Your hand wrapped around his somewhat hard cock, giving him slow and tight pumps every now and then as you situated yourself. Your thumb swiped over the swollen head of his cock, spreading the liquid that dribbled out.
You began to kiss along his inner thigh, working your hand up and down his length. You leaned down to swipe your tongue across the slit. Lambert cursed but did his best to stay still.
Within a matter of minutes, his cock was rock hard and rigid. He rested his head back against the pillows, trying his best to gain control of his erratic breathing.
When you were sure that he had let his guard down, you took his entire length in your mouth, swallowing him down like a treat.
He tried to reach down to thread his fingers in your hair, but upon remembering that his hands were tied up, he gritted his teeth together.
“Oh fuck! Y/N, fuck!”
You pulled off of him with a lewd pop, breathing heavily through your mouth. Your hand that didn’t hold him searched for the vial of oil where you had left it beside his thigh.
“Are you ready to tell me what you want?”
“Damn you.” He grunted out.
You worked your hand up and down his cock before pressing your tongue flat against his cockhead, humming at the salty taste on your tongue.
“I’m going to pull away for a moment, Lambert. Keep your eyes shut.”
He groaned but said nothing.
You released him and searched for the vial of oil you’d placed on the bed. It had rolled underneath his thigh. You popped the cork off and poured a decent amount of oil on to your right hand. After replacing the cork, you tossed the vial on to the bed.
You returned your left hand to his cock, gripping the base. You took only the tip of him into your mouth, humming with your lips encased around his cock. He bucked up into your mouth and you allowed him to do so.
You trailed your right hand down his balls until you found your target. Your finger easily slipped into his. He did his damnedest to push against you, want, needing to feel full of you.
“Fuck! Fuck, Y/N!”
“This is all you’re going to get until you can tell me what you want.”
“You-You know what I want.”
You pulled your finger from him and released his cock. He whined at the loss, pulling at the bonds holding his hands to the posts of the bed.
“You’re getting too worked up too quickly.” You told him. “Take a few breaths. Calm down.”
“Just-Just fucking want you.” He panted, thrusting up into the air in an effort to get some sort of friction.
“You know that’s not what I want to hear.” You kissed the inside of his thigh.
His brow was furrowed, jaw locked as he tilted his head back. His eyes were closed. He was trembling. You weren’t sure if it was from the edging or if it was something else.
“Color, Lambert?”
“Green.”
“You answered that way too quick, my love.” You kissed his thigh once more. “Think about it. Then answer me.”
He took a deep breath, pulling at the ropes a little more.
“I’m green.”
“Is this too much? The edging?”
“No. Just…. M’just impatient.”
“Do you want me to stop the teasing?” You asked him, your tone serious. You were enjoying the show he was putting on, but you cared more about him and his well-being. You knew how hard it was for him to give up control. He didn’t like to not be in control. If this was too much for him, you wanted to stop.
“No. Fuck no. It’s-It’s so fucking good.” He breathed out, shaking his head. “Quit talking so much and just fucking touch me, please.”
“I just know how you can get. I don’t want to push your limits.”
He lifted his head, yellow eyes meeting yours.
“We’ve got a safeword for a reason. If I really can’t take something, I’ll tell you.”
“You won’t be a brat about it?” You cocked a brow.
He chuckled, letting his head fall back onto the pillows as he relaxed.
“Just wait until I get out of these fucking ropes.”
“What are you gonna do? Spank me?” You licked a stripe up the underside of his cock.
“Oh fuck! You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“If I’m not mistaken, I think you liked it when I smacked you earlier.” You brought your hand back down to his ass. You spat on him to add a little more lubricant, not that you needed much more with the oil still on your fingers. “Maybe one of these days I’ll just spank your ass when you get too mouthy.”
You worked one finger in and out of him, enjoying the way he tried to fuck himself on your finger. His cock was leaking as it laid untouched and achingly hard against his lower stomach. You added a second finger, your cunt fluttered with the way he moaned obscenely. You were glad that the two of you waited for Kaer Morhen to be empty to do this.
“Who knew you could be such a vocal little whore for me?” You licked his cock again, then gripped the base with your free hand.
“Fuck! Fuck! I need more.” He moved his head from side to side almost frantically.
“I can give you more.” You moved your hand up and down his cock as you added a third finger, stretching him wide.
“That’s- Fuck! Fucking- That’s not what….” He couldn’t seem to get the words out, his demanding tone dying down to be replaced by a whine.
You released his cock but continued to carefully work your fingers in and out of him. You enjoyed the whines and obscene moans that fell from his lips. His muscles rippled throughout his abdomen as he fought his desire to come just from your fingers.
“Fuck! Y/N! Baby, please!” He panted, head thrown back against the pillows.
“Please what?”
He bit his bottom lip harshly and you feared he’d draw blood. So you stopped moving, keeping your fingers buried in his ass.
“Lambert, don’t do that.” You patted his stomach with your free hand. “Don’t bite your lip. If you need something to bite, I’ll get you a belt or something.”
His mouth fell open and he said nothing, breathing heavily and trying his best to calm down. Your hand rested on his stomach as you looked up at him. You waited patiently for him to catch his breath.
After a couple of minutes, he closed his mouth. He still breathed heavily, but through his nose instead of his mouth.
“Hey.” You tapped his stomach with your index finger.
“What?”
“Look at me, Lambert.”
He didn’t do as you asked immediately. He took his own time. Right as you were about to say his name again, he lifted his head and his yellow eyes met yours.
You smiled at the sight of him.
“What’s your color, pretty boy?”
“Green.”
You nodded, eyes flickering down to his still hard cock.
“Just want that damned thing in my ass.” He half whined as he put his head back down on the pillows. He turned his head to look at the fake cock on the stand.
“I think it’ll be easier for me if we change positions. How do you feel about being on all fours?”
He let out something between a moan and a whine.
“You can pull my hair better that way.”
A wave of heat flooded to your cunt, making you shiver. The thought of hearing him as you pulled on his hair and rammed that cock into him made you crazy.
“If I let you out of those ropes, what are you going to do?” You wrapped your fingers around his cock and tugged. He jolted, hips moving up to meet your hand.
“Ah, fuck!”
“Answer me, Lambert.” You spoke firmly. You pulled your hands from his ass, making him curse.
“Whatever you tell me to.” He bucked his hips, thrusting into your tight fist.
“Look at that pretty cock.” You purred, pulling your hand away from him. He mumbled a few curses at the loss of contact, pulling even more against the ropes. “Who are you hard for?”
“You.” He bucked his hips up in an attempt to get some sort of friction.
“Louder.”
“You! Fuck! It’s-It’s you, baby.”
“Good boy.” You brushed your hand along his thigh. “Are you ready?”
He nodded, eyes squeezed shut tightly.
“Use your words, Lambert.”
“Yes! I’m fucking ready! I’ve been ready for the last- Ah!” He cried out as you smacked his thigh.
“Mind that attitude.” You warned.
You got out of bed and moved around to the beside. You retrieved a knife sitting on the stand and cut the ropes. Lambert immediately grabbed you, not giving you much time to react. His reflexes were far too quick.
The knife in your hand fell to the floor as you were pulled down onto the bed. Lambert’s hands pinned your wrists to the bed as he straddled one of your thighs.
His pupils were blown wide with lust as he gazed down at you.
“Lambert!” You tried to move your hands but he wouldn’t let you.
“Fuck, Y/N. You have no idea how badly I need you.” He breathed out, burying his face in his neck.
You felt something slick and hot against your thigh. You looked down to see he was rutting against your bare thigh, using you for friction.
“What a brave boy you are, Lambert.” You hummed, bringing your eyes up to him. “You know, I’m not one to shy away from spanking your ass raw and leaving you in here hard as a fucking rock.”
It took a minute before the words processed and he came out of his little daze. He pulled away from you immediately. He started to move entirely, but your hand caught his wrist, urging him to stay.
“I’ll let that slide this time.” You told him, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek. His lips parted and a sigh of relief escaped. You knew he was too tightly wound up right now to be able to handle a proper spanking. He was too eager, too excited to be fucked by you.
You leaned in to kiss him. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you on to his parted thighs so that you both were in a sitting position. He let out a loud and obscene moan whenever your clothed slit rubbed against his aching cock. You swallowed the delicious sound down, your hand slipping around his neck to fist the dark hair at his nape. Your teeth carefully scraped across his bottom lip as you grinded against him once more. He rutted up, cursing loudly. The cloth of your panties was soft and seemed to perfectly caress his swollen cock.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m-I won’t last. Please-,” His head fell forward to rest on your shoulder, labored breaths hitting your skin.
“It’s okay, baby.” You cooed, turning your head to kiss the side of his neck. “Take as long as you need to calm down. Then we’ll keep going.”
“No matter how long I try to calm down…. The second you get that thing in my ass, I’m gonna be done for.” His words were muffled against your shoulder.
“What thing?” You asked, brushing your fingers up and down his back.
“You know what thing.” He muttered.
“Say it, Lambert.” You traced the shell of his ear with your teeth, grinning when he shivered.
“That…. That cock.”
“My cock.”
“Your cock. Fuck.” He nearly moaned.
“Good boy.” You kissed his neck. “Whenever you’re ready, let me know.”
“M’ready.” He lifted his head from your shoulder so he could look into your eyes.
You admired the way the golden irises seemed to shimmer in the poor lighting of the room, the way you could just tell how deeply he cared for you, how much you meant to him by the look in his eyes.
Before you had a chance to say anything, he was leaning forward to kiss you. Teeth and tongue clashed together. Your hand came up to hold the side of his neck, your thumb brushing across his pulse. He started to buck up against you, and for a second, you almost lost your composure. The feeling of his hard cock rutting against you felt so good.
“Stop. Lambert, stop.” You panted, pulling away from him. Your fingers tangled in his dark hair at the base of his neck. You pulled a little, drawing a soft moan from his lips. “Get on your stomach.”
You released him and climbed off of his lap, then off of the bed.
You made your way around the bed, moving to retrieve the fake cock on the nightstand. Your eyes caught sight of Lambert. He was on his knees but watching you. He fisted the base of his weeping cock, thighs trembling just slightly.
“Thought I gave you orders.” You hummer, picking up the black belt that held the cock.
“Thought you wanted me on my hands and knees.”
You cocked a brow.
“I thought you were done with that attitude.”
You could see him smirk just a little as he got down on the bed on his stomach. He winced a little as his swollen, sensitive cock made contact with the linens. He turned his head to the side to watch you put the harness on.
“You’re taller than me. Therefore, doggy style won’t work. At least not right now.” You shimmied out of the panties you wore, letting them fall to the floor at your feet. Then you stepped into the harness, shimmying a little more than needed, making your breasts sway with the fake cock. “Maybe we can try another time to work out the kinks in that position.”
You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, picking up the bottle of oil. You poured a hefty amount on to your palm and began to work the liquid up and down the fake cock.
“Oh, fuck.” Lambert cursed, hips jutting forward causing him to rut against the bed.
“How do I look?” You asked, turning to the side to pose for him. This gave him the perfect view of the cock, long and slender.
“Fucking perfect.” His fingers curled into the linens, knuckles turning white from the tightness of his grip. “Gods, you look so fucking perfect.”
You smiled a little before moving around to the foot of the bed. Lambert tried to follow you with his gaze but you stopped him, shaking your head softly.
“Don’t worry about looking at me, baby.” You climbed up onto the bed. “Just make sure you’re comfortable.”
“Feel better if I could see you.”
You almost didn’t hear his mumbled words muffled by the bed his head was against. You paused for a moment, stomach beginning to twist into knots.
“If you don’t trust me, Lambert, then we can’t do this.” You whispered, doing your best to mask that you were upset.
He turned over on to his side, propping himself up on one elbow.
“That’s not it.” He shook his head. “I-I like being able to see you. To see your face…. Your eyes…”
A smile tugged at the corners of your lips.
“Sweet boy.” You leaned down to kiss him, supporting yourself with one hand on the bed. The fake cock rubbed against Lambert’s thigh, making him moan into your mouth.
“Fuck me, please.” He mumbled against your lips. His hand came up to tangle in your hair. “Need you to fuck me, Y/N. Please.”
You opened your eyes and pulled away just a little to meet his gaze.
“Then lay down like a good boy. And spread your ass for me.”
Without putting up a fight, he returned to laying on his stomach and reached back with both hands to grab hold of either of his cheeks.
You poured plenty of oil onto him, then reached down to spread the lubricant around the tight ring of muscles. He shuddered, inhaling sharply.
“You’ve got to relax, Lambert.” You reminded him, easily slipping two fingers in. The cock you wore was a decent size. It didn’t compare to Lambert’s own cock in girth, but the length was similar.
You felt him exhale and the tension he held in his muscles slowly disappeared.
You straddled his thighs, your knees resting on the bed on the outside of his thighs. His hands fisted the linens, his head turned to the side to watch you out of his peripherals.
You pulled his ass cheeks apart, giving them a loving squeeze.
“You look so pretty for me, baby.” You purred, removing one hand from his cheek to line the cock up with his ass. You carefully pushed the tip in, listening for any signs of pain from the witcher. He whimpered and moaned softly, lifting his head and arching his back so that he was pushing his ass up towards you.
“Look at you. Taking my cock like a good boy.” Your hands trailed up to his hips as you sunk further and further into him. The noises he made went straight to your core and it took everything you had not to fuck him senseless right there.
You began a steady rhythm, rocking back and forth on his thighs. One of your hands found a comfortable position on the small of his back while the other brushed along his side.
As you moved in and out of him, his words became less and less coherent. Only whines and moans came from his parted lips.
“How does that feel, baby?” Your fingers curled into his hips, nails digging in just slightly. He didn’t answer you. “Lambert?”
“Ah! Ah, fuck! Yes! Yes! So fucking good!”
You leaned forward, shifting the angle a little so the cock hit him deeper as you reached up to turn his head to the side. Propped up on his elbows, he was able to turn his head back and meet your lips in a kiss, feral and hungry.
For a moment, you stilled inside of him, letting the thick base of the cock keep him stretched.
He had to break the kiss for a moment, breathing heavily against your lips.
“My sweet boy.” You cooed, leaning up to kiss his nose. “Taking my fat cock so good.”
He kissed you a few more times, though they were sloppy and your teeth clashed and noses bumped. But you didn’t mind. It felt perfect.
Lambert let his head fall back to the bed as he let out a whine. You began to rock your hips, kissing the back of his shoulder as you pushed the cock in and out of his ass. His hands reached back to hold your knees. When he touched you, you paused for a moment, thinking that maybe he was trying to stop you. But then you noticed how he was slipping his hand around the back of your knee and trying to pull you closer to him.
“Ah, fuck, bug!” Lambert squeezed your knee almost to the point where you thought that he would leave bruises. “Bug. I-I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.” You trailed your fingers down his spine.
As you picked up the pace, his moans and whines began to get louder and louder. His hand that didn’t have a grip on your knee was fisting the linens tightly, nearly ripping a hole in the bedding.
“No!” He gasped suddenly, lifting his head.
You immediately pulled out, fearing you were hurting him. He lifted his hips from the bed, thighs trembling.
“Lambert? What’s wrong?” Your hand found the small of his back. You leaned over him
“Need to-Ah! Fuck! Need to see your face! Fuck!” He pressed his forehead into the bed, eyes squeezing shut tightly. “Need to see you when I come!”
You almost breathed a sigh of relief.
“Color?” You asked.
“Green. Fucking green.” He panted.
You took a few moments to rub his back, eyes trailing across his back, finding dozens and dozens of scars.
“Turn over on your back.”
Without hesitation, he did as you told. He tucked a few pillows behind his head so he could have a good view of you.
Your eyes met his and you swore you could see him melt right there.
“You’ve been such a good boy for me since I’ve been fucking you with my cock.” You told him, turning your attention to his cock. It was leaking a steady stream of precum as it rested against his abdomen. The swollen head was nearly purple.
His legs were spread wide and you rested comfortably between them. You pushed the head of the cock into him, then looked up at Lambert. Golden eyes watched you, hazy with desire and need. His lips were parted just slightly.
“That feel good?” You asked, tilting your head to the side a little.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah?” You repeated, furrowing your brows together in fake confusion.
“Please.” He whispered, voice hoarse.
“Louder.”
“Please.”
“Louder.”
“Please!”
You pushed the cock into him and he let out something crossed between a moan and a shout.
You braced yourself on the tops of his thighs, pulling him in to meet your thrusts. He took hold of his own cock and began to move his hand up and down, working himself towards his climax.
“Oh, fuck, fuck. You feel so-Fuck! So fucking good.” He moaned.
“Who do you belong to?” You rocked into him, grinning pridefully just a little.
“You.”
“Good boy.”
With those praises, Lambert began to fall apart beneath you. He moaned and whined and writhed, sloppily working his hand over his cock.
Wordlessly, you nudged his hand out of the way so you could wrap your fingers around his girth.
You knew he was there. His breathing was more labored and less controlled. He couldn’t mutter out any curses. He could barely keep his eyes open. They kept rolling back into his head. He was doing his best to fight his orgasm. He didn’t want to come just yet.
You braced yourself with one hand on the bed beside him. Still keeping your thrusts up, you leaned down to kiss his chest. He was so much bigger and taller than you, that you could only reach his chest. But you’d make it work.
You swiped your thumb across the slit in his cockhead, causing him to buck his hips and further fuck himself on the cock. Your lips pressed kisses across his chest, enjoying the feeling of his dark, scratchy chest hair against you.
His hand came up to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. He pulled your head from his chest and guided you to his lips. He made it work, leaning up as much as he could so he could feel your lips against his own.
Just as you made contact with him, you gave his cock a generous squeeze. He sucked in a sharp breath.
“Come for me, sweet boy.” You murmured, looking at him and the way his face seemed to twist up from the pleasure. He let out an animalistic growl and threw his head back.
You continued to thrust into him, though you weren’t as rough as you were earlier. You worked his cock eagerly though, needing to see his chest painted with his seed.
“Such a good boy. My good boy.” You kissed, bit, and sucked marks across his torso.
“I’m- Ah! Fuck! I’m coming!” He shouted.
His body tensed for a moment as you continued to jerk his cock. Then ropes of white shot from his cock, covering his chest and stomach.
You continued to push the cock in and out of him throughout his orgasm, releasing his cock only when he showed signs of overstimulation.
You stayed there for a few moments, kissing his chest more gently, and rubbing his side as he came down.
“Oh, fuck.” He breathed out, a hand coming up to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
“Gods, you look so handsome.” You placed a final kiss over his heart before sitting back on your knees. Carefully, you pulled the cock from him. He whined at the emptiness. “Color?”
“Green. M’tired, but green.” He said, eyes flickering down to take in the mess he had made on himself.
“Let me take this off and we’ll go get a bath.”
“Fuck, bug. I don’t know if I can do a bath.” He shook his head.
“Okay. We don’t have to tonight, but I will get a washcloth and clean you up.” You promised him with a little smile before slipping out of bed.
A/N: This is just a little something from the fic I’m working on (which still doesnt’ have a name) :)
Warnings: The story is still being written so not all of the warnings are available right now, but I these are the warnings that apply to this little piece.... light spanking/discipline, som/sub dynamics, sub!Lambert, dom!reader, dirty talk, handjob, light biting,
Also just a little side note, I am new to writing this sort of thing so please be gentle with me! If there is anything I’ve missed in the tags for this part, please please let me know! Thank you guys for your support!!
“You know, you’re so much fun to mess with. You’re so easily wound up.”
“Fuck you.”
You smacked the inside of his thigh again, this time a little harder. He whined, throwing his head back against the pillows.
“Don’t you want to be a good boy for me, Lambert?”
He gave you no answer, fingers curling tightly around the ropes as you began to work your hand up and down his length.
“The quicker you behave for me, love, the sooner you get what you want.”
You moved to lay next to him on your side. With his arms being bound above his head, this gave you the perfect opportunity to kiss him where you wanted.
You hand tightened around his cock, making him grunt, and then you began to move your hand up and down his thick girth.
Your lips found his chest just a few inches away from his nipple. You left a trail of lazy kisses across his scarred chest, lingering on a large, twisted scar just beneath his left pec. As much as you wanted to spend time kissing the marks you knew he hated, you also knew that he wouldn’t like it. Now wasn’t the time for that.
Your tongue swiped across his nipple, a proud grin forming on your lips as he shuddered and the bud hardened.
“Oh, fuck.” He cursed softly.
His cock was leaking, weeping, begging for release. The thick vein on the underside of his length pulsed in your hand. You squeezed him a little, making him jerk and push his hips into the air.
“I hope you know I’m not going to give you what you want until you beg.” You whispered, eyes flickering up to his face. You admired the thin layer of sweat that glistened across his forehead and the way his jaw ticked as he gritted his teeth together.
“Then we’re in for one hell of a night.” He spoke through clenched teeth. He wasn’t going to give in easily. That would be boring. The night would be over too soon. He wanted to see just exactly what your little dirty mind had waiting for him, and he was prepared to toy with his boundaries.
You chuckled softly, brushing your thumb over his slit. He hissed, eyes squeezing shut, and he tossed his head back. Your teeth found the side of his neck, biting down carefully on his pulse.
“Oh, fuck!” His hips bucked up once more.
“I know you can hold out until you are ready to come, but I also know that you are extremely sensitive when it comes to having someone mess with your big cock. Isn’t that right?” Your teeth traced the shell of his ear. “Once I pull two or three orgasms from you, you’ll be putty in my hands.”
He said nothing, though you saw the way his eyes darted over to you.
“What do you think?” You kissed his chest, your fist tightening around the mushroomed head of his cock. He jolted, sucking in air sharply through his teeth. “How many times can I make you come before you turn into a needy little whore?”
“Gods damn it.” He cursed, letting his head fall back on to the pillows.
You looked down at his cock, admiring how red it was and how much it was leaking.
You moved your hand up and down his length, making sure to tighten your grip when you got to the head and swipe your thumb over the very tip. Your mouth worked against his neck, alternating between sucking, biting, and kissing.
“Fuck, Y/N! I’m gonna come!”
“Already?” You teased, grinning mischievously against his neck.
Ughsbdbdb Y E S -I didn't know Lambert being tenderly romanced by Geralt was something I need but YES, yes I do 😍 Mhhhhh he totally deserves the soft treatment. And goodness gracious, there's just something indecently hot about Geralt and/or Eskel as the older "brothers" (pack members??) gentling their prickly little spitfire into a more peaceful (dare I say submissive 🤭) mindset.
Woop! Glad you enjoyed the lil’ ficlet, Anon. I’d love to write more Lambert/Geralt, so hopefully I’ll get a few more prompts here and there.
I always write Lambert as a submissive if I’m writing a D/s fic’ or scene, and clearly subconsciously frame his romantic role in that way too. Not because I see him as weak or needy (although providing him a safe space to be needy and ask for what he wants is massively important), but because I want someone to give him a massive cuddle, tell him he’s a good boy and let him drop his walls for a bit (being that prickly all the time must be exhausting). It’s usually Eskel (as in “Dear Heart”), but Geralt and Jaskier chip in too.
You should know that I’ve read Winter Bonding and Before You Go at least 5 times each at this point. And yeah... sub!Lambert is delightful
Hardcore!
Winter Bonding is a nice short one, but Before You Go is HEAVY. Definitely one of the hardest things I’ve ever written (followed closely by the PTSD in Scars). But thank you, thank you. :) Sub!Lambert for the win! He just needs to be brought down nice and low, told he’s a good boy, then held while he floats. No one needs to carry all the crap he does.
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