dragonlady7

but i assure you mostly it is filth, my writing, snippet post, i have made basically no progress today but it's going, i swear it's going, the witcher, geralt/yennefer/jaskier

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Sigh. I am slaving away in the porn mines.

The thing about writing a threesome is that it’s a lot of people.

The choreography is going better than usual. But it’s. Just. So filthy. And so long. It’s so long. It’s over 5k words and it’s all just. Fuckin’. All the time.

I was going to make some joke about the grind but like.

Oh and I know the point of the scene was to completely wreck Geralt but actually it’s Yennefer who has bitten off way more than she can chew in this and she is getting completely destroyed. Like, not physically, but like. In all the other ways. (She uhh Improved the uhhhh implement she was using on Jaskier and now is realizing that perhaps it did not need quite this much improvement.)

(ok he didn’t make these snippets but I promise u Jaskier is there it’s like that post with the whales he is the whale on the bottom and he is very much Helping and i just thought it was funny to have the only standard human be the one holding it together for everybody)

Never in her life had she mistaken sexual intimacy for emotional intimacy– not really, anyway, she’d already known better as a teenager that it was only fun to pretend– but maybe this was why men were so stupid, because being inside a person was very different from having a person be inside you, and it was a lot to keep track of.

[…]

Geralt’s orgasm built slowly and powerfully and when he finally tipped over the edge Yennefer followed him in a complete state of overwhelm; she’d never expected it felt like this from the inside, but he was all shivers and tremors and his heart thumped and his breathing went stuttery and it was incredible, she could feel all of it, and it wasn’t just her physical position, it was also that he was completely abandoned to her. He was holding nothing back, he was entirely open to her, and it was such a gift to know that she could do literally, absolutely anything to him, anything at all– it felt like an extravagant gift to herself that she was choosing to give him only pleasure, and to take nothing from him but her own pleasure.

She didn’t need anything else from him, and she could afford it. It felt good.