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axiina · 5 months

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- NAVIGATION ☆

CHARACTER LIST - MASTERLIST

- INTRODUCTION ☆

hi! i’m Ina. you can also call me axii. i’m 19 and go by she/her pronouns. I moved here from another account.

status: active

inbox: open for asks/thirsts

- RULES☆

be respectful to me and others

check my character list before sending asks.

if you're a minor you can only read the fluff and angst.

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please don’t rush me for things. i will try to be as active as possible

if you have real criticism or concerns then shoot me an ask but if you simply don’t like the content, then just ignore and avoid it

do not repost, copy and alter any part of my works as a whole and pass it off as your own.

DNI if you are: proshipper, LGBTQIA-phobic, anti-neopronounse, pedopile, racist, sexist, ableist, xenophobic

- WRITING & REQUESTS ☆

topics i WILL NOT write: pedophilia, sexual assault (non-con), necrophilia, ddlg, LGBTQIA-phobia, racism, ableism, incest, mpreg, heavy bdsm, piss play, fear play (gun, knife play)

SFW topics i will write: fluff, angst, character x oc, character x reader, neurodivergent character/reader, headcanons, hurt and comfort, unrequited love, AUs, character/reader death, mental illness, comfort fics, platonic, family etc

NSFW topics i WILL write: dom!reader, switch!reader, sub!reader, pegging, bondage, choking, size difference, character x oc, character x reader, gn!reader, fem!reader, afab!reader (i’m sorry but i can’t write amab!reader), sensory deprivation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, crossdressing, etc

if you’re unsure, just ask!

I WRITE FOR:

genshin impact

arcane

fnaf (mainly security breach)

eldarya

final fantasy VII

haikyuu

jujutsu kaisen

tears of themis

the arcana

the witcher (books, games, tv series)

hunger games (also the ballade of songbirds and snakes)

the umbrella academy

heartstopper

Call of Duty

stardew valley

Baldur's gate 3

house of the dragon

- WARNINGS AND NOTES☆

my first language is not English, so there may be some mistakes. i apologize for all of them. if it bothers you, please leave this blog

My works are based on my interpretation of the characters and their personalities. They’re not always 100% consistent with canon

if you are against minority groups; this includes but is limited to: the LGBTQ+ community, poc, disabled persons. Leave.

For female/afab characters, I only write platonic and romantic (sfw only). I'm not comfortable with writing nsfw works with female characters, sorry

Each teenage character will be aged up.

on this blog will also be a shitpost about literally everything. if it bothers you, please leave

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myidlehand · 9 months

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I'm reading the part about forming the Signs in The Witcher Manual and I didn't know Elves are naturally immune to the effect of Axii (I don't know how Lore accurate the book is though).

It might be an interesting thing to explore in fanfiction. Like Geralt finding out Jaskier is apart elf because of that or something?

Just wanna put it out there for fic writers.

#the witcher #geralt #jaskier #manuel du sorceleur #fanfiction #the witcher fanfiction

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ghostinthelibrarywrites · 2 years

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Ooh, all your WIPs sound so fascinating! Can I ask about Runaway Jaskier? <3

Runaway Jaskier is a very goofy modern with magic AU that I only came up with yesterday and stayed up far too late last night writing. Basically, Geralt saves his upstairs neighbor, Jaskier, from getting murdered by a one-night-stand, who turns out to be a bruxa. This is a modern setting where magic and witchers have been forgotten, so Geralt fully intends to Axii Jaskier into forgetting about him and the bruxa once he patches him up. Only, he lets this fact slip. Jaskier, who has no intention of forgetting the coolest thing that's ever happened to him, escapes out the window and into a waiting rideshare.

The fic is basically Jaskier leading Geralt on a wild goose chase around modern-day Novigrad as he tries to avoid being brainwashed into forgetting Geralt and the bruxa, leading to lots of shenanigans, late-night conversations, and probably some minor peril.

Snippet under the cut because it's long:

“Look.” Geralt takes a step towards him, looking far more menacing than someone covered in glow-in-the-dark paint and body glitter should. "The Axii won't hurt you. It'll just be like you had too much to drink and can't remember what happened."

“I already told you, I won’t tell anyone.”

“And I already told you, I can’t risk that.” Geralt’s voice gentles. “The world forgot about witchers centuries ago and those of us who are left want it to stay like that.”

Jaskier looks around desperately, but no one is paying them a lick of attention. The food truck is surrounded by drunk, hungry clubgoers hankering for a late-night taco; none of them care about anything but staving off tomorrow’s hangover with carbs and grease. No one will notice if Geralt Axiis Jaskier and walks away.

Not unless Jaskier draws their attention.

“First, can I ask you a question?” Jaskier pins Geralt with his best puppy dog eyes.

Geralt sighs. “Fine. One question.”

Jaskier slips one of the many rings off his fingers and drops to one knee.

“What are you doing?” Geralt’s eyes go wide.

“Geralt.” Jaskier projects his voice like he would onstage, drawing the attention of a group of U Novigrad students standing nearby. One of the girls squeals. “From the moment I met you, I knew there was no one else on the Continent quite like you.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt hisses.

“While I admit, we’ve had our ups and downs, you are unforgettable, my love. Even after all this time, our love is as new and exciting as if we just met yesterday. I love you, Geralt, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

There’s a flash as someone takes a picture. Everyone around them is staring now; there’s no way Geralt can Axxi Jaskier without people noticing something is wrong.

“Will you make me the happiest man in the world and be my husband?”

Geralt looks from Jaskier to the U Novigrad students to the people in line for tacos. He turns back to Jaskier and bares his teeth in a smile. “Yes.”

As the onlookers cheer, Jaskier realizes he has no easy way to extract himself from this situation. He expected Geralt to tell him to fuck off, giving Jaskier an excuse to burst into tears and hopefully be comforted by a sympathetic onlooker, or perhaps just run away. But Geralt has said yes and by all rights, Jaskier should be over the moon. Which the witcher was counting on, judging by the gleam in his eye.

There’s really one thing to do. Jaskier slips his ring on Geralt’s finger and leaps to his feet, fisting his hands in the front of Geralt’s shirt and kissing him with every ounce of passion he can muster. It’s…not what he was expecting. For one, Geralt’s lips are warm and soft. For another, Geralt kisses back, one hand sliding around to cup the back of his neck while the other settles on his lower back. Jaskier forgets the bruxa and the onlookers and the threat of Axii. All the matters is Geralt pressed against him, kissing him within an inch of his life.

Geralt pulls away. His pupils are wide, nearly swallowing up the yellow of his irises, and his breathing is shallow.

Jaskier wants to kiss him again, then remembers why he really shouldn’t. With a laugh, he presses a quick peck to the tip of Geralt’s nose. “Oh, I’m so happy! I need to go call my parents!”

And then he runs.

Ask me about my WIPs!

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #ask games #ghost's writing

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bittersweetbark · 4 months

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Kinder Surprise egg mini fic

Count di Salvaress restrained his horse and pushed out a sigh of relief. "Ah, it's just you!" He looked down at Geralt and frowned. "What are you doing? Is that a shovel?"

"Digging a hole to make a nest," Geralt answered comprehensively.

"A nest? For Iocaste? She has her nest up there." Di Salvaress tipped his head into the direction of the hill top.

"Shriek!" Iocaste said from somewhere further away.

"Not for her. For those." Geralt emptied a sack full of eggs the size of small melons into the hole and started shovelling soil back to cover them.

"And those are...?" Di Salvaress' horse got nervous and Geralt gave it some axii and a carrot.

"Giant centipede eggs," Geralt provided helpfully.

"Of course." Di Salvaress nodded and then kind of exploded. "Why are you putting those things on my lands? Is that a joke? Don't you usually exterminate that vermin?"

Geralt leant on his shovel and made a gesture encompassing the surrounding territory. "Your lands are shit."

The count drew a shocked breath but had no time to start a tirade.

"Basilisks usually live off larger game and smaller predators, like wolves. You have nothing like that around anymore, only too many rabbits. Iocaste doesn't hunt those. Too small. They are bad for the soil. In a few years it will look very barren around here. Those centipedes eat rabbits and they're large enough Iocaste might get an occasional snack. What you really need is deer, though. I'm working on it. Then you won't have to provide her with cattle and travelling merchants anymore."

Di Salvaress stared.

"We'll call it 'park for endangered species'." Geralt was finished with his nest and stuffed the shovel into Roach's saddle bags in a way it almost resembled his swords on his back.

Di Salvaress shrugged helplessly. "For Iocaste."

"For Iocaste," Geralt aggreed, mounted Roach and clicked his tongue.

This is another contribution to the pan fandom prompt on Fediverse @[email protected] - it's not THAT "micro" and not really prompt related ("restrain") as I already had the concept in my notes. For all those modern AU biologist or vet Geralts. I made a pseud on Ao3 for those mini fics, it's "Antimini".

#the witcher 3 #geralt of rivia #iocaste #minific #fanprompt

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d--dandelions · 7 months

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wip check in time!! 🥳 thanks for the tag @chaos-monkeyy 💛 i haven't done one of these in a long time so i think i'm gonna go the route of sharing a handful of Things that i've actively been working on recently, most of which i don't think i've actually brought up... at all, ever 😂🙈 (and maybe this will force me to hold myself accountable and actually finish them 🙈) it's all witcher or witcher adjacent at the moment

practice makes perfect: actually a missing scene (or a few) from my big axii omo fic, i mentioned jaskier immediately wetting himself the first time they experimented with rapid desperation and this is. that time.

reluctant kink discovery: the immediate sequel to afternoon showers, wherein jaskier handles discovering he has a piss kink with the appropriate blend of despair and horniness XD mostly just Shenanigans

assisted watersports: vaguely based on a prompt i got ages ago, where jaskier is cursed to not be able to pee without geralt's help and kink discovery happens about it

radskier free use thing: actually an idea that hit me completely out of nowhere and then wouldn't leave me alone 🙈 it's all very porn logic but it's basically established radskier in a setting where jaskier occasionally gets brought out and fucked by anyone in radovid's court who feels like it (jaskier and i are both having fun with this one 🙈)

geraskier firewatch au: this is less a crossover and more of a fusion and less a fusion than me just blatantly stealing the setting and aesthetic of the game firewatch while ignoring pretty much all of the Plot and Themes XD 🙈 basically, geralt flees to the untamed wilderness of 1980s wyoming and he and jaskier talk via radio over the summer. it's an idea i've been picking at for ages now

thronebreaker stuff: all from the (lesser known and highly underrated) witcher game thronebreaker, i have a few vague concepts that can best be summed up as "meve/reynard/gascon threesome" "meve/rayla hatesex" and "meve/rayla public humilaition watersprots fic"

...and i think that's all the ones i've actually opened and worked on recently 🙈

#fic stuff #i absolutely need to make a special document for ideas and concepts #because i know there's stuff i *wanted* to work on that i don't have much record of

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artistsfuneral · 9 months

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For the tag Game. I would love to hear Something about "definitiv keine Witcher fic " (hi fellow German) and/or the "Warlord abo without siege"

XD I don't know why but it feels so horribly wrong to write fanfiction in german, but I mean it's my Schrebergarten au, which you can find somewhere buried on this blog

definitiv keine Witcher fic which is very much in the pov of teen Lamb

Gut versteckt hinter Vesemirs Rücken zog Lambert eine Fresse wie Hundert Tage Regenwetter als er den schwarzen Gartenkübel aus dem Kofferraum hob. Hätte man ihn nur gefragt wären ihm sicherlich zahlreiche Gründe eingefallen die ihn davor bewahrt hätten seine kostbaren Sommerferien im Schrebergarten seines Vaters zu vergolden. Hatte man aber nicht, denn außer ihm war keiner der drei Wolfe Brüder zuhause gewesen und aus irgendeinem, für Lambert unverständlichem Grund, bedeutete das automatisch für Vesemir, dass sein jüngster Sohn keine weiteren Pläne hatte. Ätzend.

warlord abo without siege was created yesterday and will prooobably never be fully written down because there'd be a looot of OCs (no sieg e-> lotsa witchers) but it's based around the idea that omega Jaskier has been sold to a mean man by his parents who basically uses him as a circus atraction, people come to his cart, pay to draw a fortune and Jaskier sings it - one day he watches as an omega witcher and two/three alpha witchers are on a supply run and when the o witcher wants to have his fortune sung, Jaskier makes up a quick song about "a single rotten apple turning the whole barrel bad" which one of the alphas complains abt, but it turns out the o witcher understood it correctly as the warning that it was and they check their barrel and prevent the fruit from getting spoiled thanks to Jask, then obviously the o witcher wants to help Jask in return so he uses axii to "buy" him, but they give him freedom, take him to KM where he finds his pack/mates in Geralt, Eskel, Lambert etc and starts to live a good life and then stuff I haven't figured out yet happens :D

#ask answered #ask game #❤❤❤

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sageclover61 · 7 months

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Save A Witcher Bingo 2023 Masterpost

@hyrulehearts1123 and I cowrote a whole lotta fic this summer, and one of the things we managed was a blackout on my Save a Witcher Bingo Card!

@save-a-witcher-bingo

Bingo 1, top row,- Guess Who- With Knowledge Comes Pleasure- (Semi-) public sex- Rated E, Letho/Keldar, 1.2k.

This fic also achieves the achievement, Patent Pending, as this is the only fic tagged with this pairing. Kolgrim's Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day- Chore Rotation-

Rated M, Kolgrim/Schrodinger, 5.7k. This fic also achieves the achievement, Under Seize, as Kolgrim only has 34 fics at the time of posting masterpost.

Kiss and Make Up- Make-up - Rated E- Lambert/Aiden/Voltehre, 1.6k. This fic also achieves the achievement, Hybrid Vigor, as this pairing has 10 fics at this time.

Tales in the Firelight- Bedtime Stories- Rated T- Vesemir/Guxart, 2.8k

No Good. No Evil. - Rated M, Jerome/Kiyan 7.8k (total) (Chapter 1)

Chapter 1: Conflicting Obligations - Jerome

Chapter 2: Major Injuries- Eskel

Chapter 3: Axii- Jerome

Chapter 4: Disability fic- Kiyan

Bingo 2- row two across, Schrodinger's Witcher

Where All Your Dreams Come True- Cliche- Rated T- Letho/Gaetan- 3.7k

Tieflings in the Woods- Crossover- Rated G- Lambert/Aiden- 3.5k

Something Different- Pair the Spare- Rated T- Gaetan/ Letho- 1.4k

Chapter 3 of No Good. No Evil. (Axii, Jerome).

Red Fox, brother to White Wolf- Were Creatures- Rated G- Lambert/Aiden- 3.4k

Bingo 3- row three across Reflections of the Truth chapter 3- Shared Bath-Rated E- Serrit/Letho/Auckles

Wedding Bells and Private Hells- Arranged Marriage- Rated E- Jerome/Kiyan- 10k

Willow Canes- Free Space- Rated M- Letho/Eskel

No Good. No Evil. Chapter 2- Major Injuries, Chapter 4, Disability fic

Bingo 4- row four across, Risky Business

A Night to Relax- Kink: Threesome- Rated E- Guxart/Letho/Vesemir, 2.3k

Like Petals in a Storm- Kink: Sex Pollen- Rated E- Eskel/Schrodinger, 1.7k

Reflections of the Truth- Rated E- 7.4kt

Chapter 1, 2, 4 Kink: Mirrors- Serrit, Serrit/Auckles, Serrit/Auckles/Letho

Chapter 3- Shared Bath Serrit/Auckles/Letho

The Most Dangerous Thing in the Woods- Kink: Held down, Rated E, Lambert/Geralt, 4k

Battles and Bruises- Everyone lives- Rated M- Gaetan/Letho- 6.4k

Bingo 5-

I Promise You I'm Not Broken- Scars- Rated T- Gaetan/Letho- 1k

Colors of the Soul- Soulbound- Rated T- Lambert/Aiden/Voltehre

Stuffed Full- Kink: Come Inflation- Rated E- Voltehre/Everyone (wolf witchers)

Squirrel!- Scoia'tael- Rated G- Guxart/Letho/Vesemir

So Small, but so Alive- Rated G- Gezras of Leyda

#save a witcher bingo 2023 #masterpost

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cosmos-coma · 2 years

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Hi! Popping in to once more tell you how much I love your fics 🥰 And if you'd like, I would love to request something fluffy with the "playing with the other's fingers" prompt for Eskel, please : )

Twiddling the night away

A/N: Omg, thank you! I adore your stuff so much so I’m really happy I could write this for you!

Pairing: Eskel x reader

WC: 0.6k

Warnings: gn!reader (no pronouns), forced sleep (consented), unbeta’d.

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“Mmph” a frustrated grunt came from beside the witcher, then another, and another. The body beside him might as well be roasting over a fire the way it kept rolling every few seconds. Glancing out at the sky beyond the window of the inn he guessed that it was only about two in the morning.

“Ugh…” came one last groan and an irritated flop of a head on a pillow.

Eskel couldn't help but smile into the dark room, dimly lit by only the dying flames that danced their last over the hot embers of the hearth. “Can’t sleep, Dear?”

You let out one last agitated sigh and turned in his general direction, there wasn’t enough light for your normal eyes to make out the details, but you’d know that vague and square-shaped jaw everywhere.

“Uh, try an inch or two upwards…” Eskel corrected.

“Oh, whoops…” you said with a small chuckle, looking up a few inches more. “But no. I can’t sleep. My ankle is killing me and it’s hard to get comfortable and I'm just getting tangled in the sheets now…” you frowned, curling into your beloved witcher and resting your head in the little divot where his arm met his torso. You hated to complain like this, you really did, but your ankle was throbbing from when you had sprained it earlier and it only made it harder to get comfortable.

“Can’t you just… Axii me to sleep or something? That would be easier..” You mumbled against his bare skin, brushing a sleepy kiss against him.

“It certainly would stop the complaining,” he said just trying to poke fun at your woeful tone.

“Oh, stop...” you flicked his chest with a thick, solid thud and tugged his arm tighter around you. “I don’t mean to be a bother, I'm just tired and frustrated…” you said quietly, a bit of defeated-ness sinking into your words.

“I never said you were a bother…”. His kiss grazed your forehead between remarks, pulling a relaxed breath out of you and causing your eyes to flutter closed for a moment as your body relaxed. “I understand you’re just tired and sore, Y/n.. you’ve seen me in the same state. But do you really want me to use Axii on you…?”

“Kind of… it won’t hurt?” You looked up at him in curiosity, legs shifting again to get your ankle comfortable.

“Not a bit.” He said with a shake of his head. “Sleep well, my Dear” with a gentle wave of his hand and a soft glow you felt yourself being pulled backwards into the pleasant darkness of sleep.

Eskel waited a few minutes before waving his hand gently in front of your face. When you didn’t respond he smiled a touch and settled deeper into the bed. With a delicate touch, he brought both arms snugly around you. You breathed in soft huffs, pleasant sleet blanketing your body and mind. With great care, he lifted your hand off his chest and began playing with your fingers.

Slender digits on only slightly calloused hands stood in contrast against his large rough palms. Barely a mar or scar had yet to grace your skin since you’ve been with him and he wanted to keep it that way.

A soft huff came from your lips and Eskel paused until you relaxed once more. Chapped lips brushed against your knuckles as the witcher brought them closer. He loved when you were in these deep periods of sleep; when he could just lay quietly and learn every line, nook, and cranny of your form.

Comfortable heat cupped his face as his kiss was cradled by your relaxed hand. “My darling dear” he mumbled into the well of your palm before laying your hand down over his heart. He felt the slow steady boom of his own chest through your hand as he held you, the rhythm pulling him easily into comfort and sleep.

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Taglist: @writingmysanity @open--till--midnight

#eskel x reader #Eskel #the Witcher #witcher eskel #eskel x y/n #eskel x you #fluff #domestic fluff #request #open-till-midnight #thank you so much!#always love seeing you on my dash and in my notes!

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dreemurr-skelememer · 2 years

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Hey, this isn't really all that important or an ask but I thought it might be nice for you to know that you almost single-handedly made me remember my love for Ink from 2016/17 and made me return to this gods-forsaken fandom last year. I come to your posts whenever I need to remember that someone thinks the exact same way about Ink that I do and you never disappoint me. So through the domino effect, in a way, you're partly the reason I'm part-way through a fic centred entirely around Ink, a fic that is over 30k words long and climbing, the first fic I have written in 2 years. Thank you for killing my lack of motivation with your ramblings!

-AXII

this is so sweet oml thank yo...u.....this means so much.......

#im glad ppl feel the same way abt ink the way i do #my little splongey plondgey #Anonymous

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ganymedesbussy · 11 months

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so I'm reading witcher fic, and I want something where like

okay so there's the whole djinn thing, geralt makes a wish, jaskier gets almost dead, yen saves him, she and geralt fuck, right?

and mages can read minds

and he was in enchanted sleep for a bit there

I want her to have just casually gone dipping into his brain while he slept, and he's got a whole-ass Kink for somnophilia and/or misuse of axii

like he wants Geralt to wait until he's sleeping, axii him so he doesn't wake up, and pound him into the mattress

(probably some sort of a 'wants to be wanted so much by a person famous for his control, that he loses that control' kind of a thing?)

(and it's a plausible deniability way of them getting to fuck without openly changing their dynamic)

then some time later, when Jask is being catty about them running into Yen, she lets slip to Geralt that of course his little bard hates her, he wants Geralt for himself, and tells him all the naughty little fantasies she discovered

and after they split up again, he's just. Laying there. Thinking about it.

Can't sleep for thinking about it, even

So he starts doing little tests to see if Yen's right

pays attention to Jaskier's scent when he talks about axii, or men fucking, or succubi taking someone in their sleep or whatever

maybe some sort of subplot where Geralt tests the waters by asking Jask if he wants to be axii'd to sleep for... insomnia, or pain, or something?

or finds a way to tell a story about a witcher doing something like that?

or even about a sex worker asking for something like that maybe?

until he's like, okay, I'm pretty sure this IS a thing he wants, but that doesn't necessarily mean he wants it with ME

then I think a pretty classic 'sharing a bedroll, wakes up to the other humping in their sleep' scenario would work

'oh look he said my name he DOES want me'

geralt considers axii-ing jask, not to do anything to HIM, but to let him keep rubbing off on geralt if he wants?just starts constantly being the little spoon, on the chance that Jaskier might try and fork

#the witcher #gay nsft #geralt x jaskier #story ideas #axii somnophilia

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cyberrat · 1 year

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Yo I’m obsessed with Geralt using axii on Jaskier and tries to rationalize it by saying it’s for his own good how do you feel about it I’d love if you wrote something for that and also if you like axii fics I can send you my all time favourites

I'm actually not too big on mind alteration/hypnosis myself. I can write it but it's not a go-to kink of mine; I like consent or reluctant consent more :)

but if you become a patron or commission me, I can def write it for you!

#peeps being cutie pies

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samstree · 2 years

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And I would love to know Jaskier's reaction to being axiied in "Love in the air"

Of course it's your classic miscommunication. Geralt withdraws once Jaskier wakes and the love potion expires, because he's taken advantage of Jaskier in the most terrible way and he feels guilty. Plus there's no way Jaskier still feels like that now, right? 😔

Meanwhile Jaskier thinks Geralt is hiding from him because of how he revealed his true feelings under the potion, and Geralt is being kind in not acknowledging it. 😔

Oh the misery they've inflicted upon themselves 😔

Anonymously tell me which of my fics/one shots you wish I would write a sequel to

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ghostinthelibrarywrites · 2 years

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That Geraskier Axii fic was so fun and cute! In the future could I request that you include mentions of background ships (like Yennefer and Triss, Yennefer and Geralt) at the top as well well? Thank you very much!

The fic is tagged as Minor Geralt/Yennefer. Triss doesn't appear at all, is just mentioned, so it didn't seem right to tag it as Triss/Yennefer in any sense. But if you want me to tag Geralt/Yennefer as a main ship, I'm sorry, but no. Yennefer only appears in one brief phone call and people looking for Geralt/Yennefer fics already have to wade through a ton of Geraskier fics to find what they're looking for.

#asks

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shamelesslymkp · 6 months

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REC: BrighteyedJill - We are not wise (and not very often kind)

URL: https://ift.tt/1p4vFn3 Lambert does not trust the Cat witcher he keeps running into, because people are un-fucking-trustworthy. But he's starting to think Aiden might not actually be as terrible as everyone else.

Or: five times Aiden and Lambert did not get together, and one time they did.

(can be read without Part 1 of this series) (Words: 31,827) Part 2 of Potential !!!fandom, !!fic, |site:archiveofourown, +fandom:wiedźmin.|.the.witcher.-.all.media.types, +fandom:wiedźmin.|.the.witcher.(video.game), ::rating:explicit, ~author:brighteyedjill, character:aiden.(the.witcher), character:lambert.(the.witcher), character:eskel.(the.witcher), relationship:aiden/lambert.(the.witcher), ::category:m/m, \rape/non-con, ~ao3:minor.lambert/omc.(past), ~ao3:past.child.abuse, ~ao3:attempted.rape/non-con, ~ao3:past.rape/non-con, ~ao3:past.sexual.abuse, ~ao3:(none.of.which.is.between.aiden.and.lambert), ~ao3:misunderstandings, ~ao3:lambert.is.an.angry.defensive.mess, ~ao3:i.shook.a.witcher.and.intergenerational.trauma.fell.out, ~ao3:monster.of.the.week, ~ao3:adventures.in.bomb-y.fishing, ~ao3:axii.(the.witcher), ~ao3:alcohol, ~ao3:jaskier's.bad.relationship.advice, ~ao3:feelings, ~ao3:mind.control.aftermath.&.recovery, ~ao3:panic.attacks, ~ao3:post-traumatic.stress.disorder.-.ptsd, ~ao3:hand.jobs, ~ao3:come.eating, ~ao3:dirty.talk, ~ao3:mild.praise.kink, ~ao3:two.highly.traumatized.people.learning.to.enjoy.sex.are.gon

#i eat fic for breakfast #fic recs #via:pinboard #schrödinger's content warnings #queue me up scotty #goddamnit ifttt

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thedovecollector · 1 year

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A Mentor’s Guiding Touch

CW: Dead Dove, Do Not Eat. Non-con, misuse of axii, forced masturbation, guided masturbation, cum licking, ruined orgasm

Summary: Jaskier was his mentor's name. The veteran witcher who would show him the ropes, guide him on his path for the first few years. He was the person Geralt would trust his life with, who he should be able to trust above anyone else. But Geralt would find out quickly that he couldn't trust Jaskier.

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Geralt had only been on the path for a few weeks now. The sword strapped to his back had only seen combat twice, his horse's saddle was still new, and the hope and wonder that had filled his chest when he finally was able to set foot outside of the keep's grounds had yet to leave him. It wasn't the grand adventure he'd dreamed of, was more dust and dirt and mud and sneers than anything else, but it was something. A whole world to explore, the continent vaster than he could have ever imagined, and he was ready and eager to find his own path within it.

A world he didn’t even have to travel on his own.

Somewhere along the decades, with their numbers dwindling and monsters still controlling many parts of the countryside, their ways had changed. It was often frowned upon for witchers to travel in groups for several reasons. They covered more ground if they went their separate ways, and one witcher drew less unwanted attention than a group of them - not to mention it was harder to turn the other cheek with allies at your side, and witchers simply couldn’t afford to make humans their enemies.

But green witchers broke like brittle leaves against nests, against monsters they’d only read about and n ever drew blood against. With how long it took to train new generations of witchers, and with their dwindling numbers, eventually new witchers were pared with a veteran who had survived the path long enough to keep another witcher alive during their first few years.

So Geralt wasn’t alone on his path, and wouldn’t be for quite some time - something that made the ground feel a little less unforgiving at night.

Jaskier was his mentor’s name. The witcher whose lips always carried a tune, that curled up into a dangerous grin that most humans didn't see the danger in. Whose fingers never stayed still and whose whole body seemed like water, flowing through the movements when he was in battle, striking like a viper despite the wolf that hung from his neck.

He was one of the best. A quick fire temper, a quicksilver tongue. An easy laugh. Upbeat attitude despite the hardships that showed through with the way he gripped his weapon close, the scars that covered his arms, the one that ran crooked across his face.

Out of all the witchers Geralt could have been paired with, Jaskier had been one of the ones he'd wanted to. It had made the path seem like even more of an adventure.

And as it turned out, Jaskier was an excellent mentor.

Geralt had been left alone to make camp for the night. It was the first time he'd been trusted to do so on his own. Usually Jaskier was watching what he did, making his presence known with little quips here and there, or busying himself caring for the horses (which was Geralt's favorite job, but he just sighed and did the rest instead). He'd even been allowed to pick where they set up camp, Jaskier having left to visit a house that he'd seen a ways back, leaving without giving a reason and telling Geralt he'd be back.

With the campfire lit, the horses well cared for, the area checked for anything that might cause them issue, the moon slowly rising in the sky - Geralt sat back, staring up at the stars, content. He could do this. He was doing it. So far without a single hitch despite the warnings they'd all received over how rough the world could be.

"Not bad."

Geralt looked back down from the stars, seeing Jaskier walk into camp. No new blood on his clothes so it must have been a pleasant visit, though he didn't seem to have brought anything back with him. Nothing but that grin that made the hairs on the back of Geralt's neck stand on end.

"Decent ways away from the road," Jaskier mused, walking around the fire as he meandered towards his charge, surveying the little camp Geralt had set up for them. "Fire's built to last, that's a good boy. I see the horses got plenty of attention too."

When Jaskier reached Geralt's side, he plopped right down on the log next to him, close enough that their thighs touched and it made Geralt blush despite himself.

It hadn't escaped his attention just how beautiful the older witcher was. The man was a known flirt, not caring who it was. Had fallen into bed with a number of people in their short weeks of travel together, and had several at the keep on his beck and call. He was gorgeous and everyone knew it, but he was also much too old to pay any mind to someone like Geralt.

In all honesty, Geralt didn't want his attention. He knew better than that. But it didn't mean he couldn't think and look.

"Not what you'd thought it would be, is it?" Jaskier sighed as if he was lamenting something, dropping his chin into his hand with a pout, staring at Geralt out of the corner of his eye. "Oh, it's grand I'm sure, much much more exciting than those drafty old wolves and the keep and- ugh, I get bored just thinking of it. But it's certainly not a dream, is it?"

Geralt shrugged, suddenly aware of how long Jaskier's eyelashes, their shadows cast by the firelight. He subtly moved his thigh away, not wanting them to touch anymore - but he missed the predatory glint in Jaskier's eye when he did.

"Been a long, dreary road, hasn't it?" Jaskier cocked his head as Geralt looked at him again, strange blue eyes oddly heated, his expression sending a shiver down Geralt's spin. It felt just like when that griffin had stared him down naught a week before. "Hardly anytime for one's self out here. My, but you must be getting lonely."

"You're...right here." Geralt frowned, his hand suddenly feeling empty, but it felt wrong going for his dagger with the other witcher right next to him. That...that would be a threat, and he had no need for it... But why would he be lonely with Jaskier right there?

Jaskier lifted his chin from his hand, turning towards him a little, and reached out to pat his thigh. He left his hand there, Geralt's eyes cutting away, his heart picking up in his chest.

"Can't take care of yourself when there's always someone watching. Can you?" Geralt felt his whole face and neck heating up at that, the meaning dawning on him, but he didn't answer. "Must be absolutely dreadful for you. Why, I bet that cock of yours is just begging to be touched."

"I'm fine," Geralt said quickly, but Jaskier was already shaking his head.

"No, no, a boy your age has more than healthy urges. And it would be remiss of me to not encourage them. So," Jaskier drew out, his hand moving until his fingers brushed the inside of his thigh, and he gave it a squeeze that made Geralt want to get up and leave. "Go on then. Touch yourself."

There was a beat of silence between them, only the crackle of the fire to join Geralt's quickening breath.

"I don't...want to."

"I think you're mistaken, dearheart." Geralt could just see the smile slipping from Jaskier's mouth in his periphery, and he wanted to leave. "Because I didn't ask, did I?"

His breaths were too loud. The fingers on his thighs burned like hot embers through his pants, making him want to crawl out of his skin. Geralt fidgeted, eyes blinking rapidly; he didn't want to be here, didn't want Jaskier looking at him like that. He wanted to leave.

But he didn't have a chance to leave. Jaskier reached out and with a single finger forced Geralt to look at him, dropping the hand immediately, and before Geralt could process what he was doing he cast a sign that made Geralt's heart sink to his gut - right before his mind went foggy, his vision dulled and unfocused, and all of his thoughts became like sand at his fingertips.

"Touch yourself."

Geralt didn't have a choice. Didn't have the willpower to even think of any other option. His hand slid in-between his thighs almost before Jaskier was finished speaking, the heel of his hand pressing against himself, making him gasp out as his eyes rolled back.

"It's been so long, hasn't it?"

It had. It had been so fucking long, and Geralt rubbed against the growing tent in his pants like he hadn't gotten a chance like this in years. A small whimper escaped him at how little he could feel, how light the touch was with two layers of cloth between his fingers and his filling cock, his hips slightly rocking as he sought out the pleasure.

"I bet that feels good - doesn't it feel good, dear?" There were fingers brushing against his cheek as Geralt nodded, because fuck it did, it's all he could think about. How good it felt, how it had been so long. "Bet it would feel even better if you let that pretty cock of yours breathe."

Geralt whined, his pants too tight, his cock aching and begging to be let out. His fingers practically tangled themselves together in his rush to let it out, needing to touch it proper, needing to touch himself, not caring that Jaskier was right there squeezing his thigh the whole time.

Finally, he fished his cock out of his pants and smalls, moaning as he slid the rough skin of his palm and fingers across it. There was already a bead of precum at his slit, threatening to slide down his shaft, and he used it to help the glide be just a touch smoother as he slowly worked himself over.

The fog in his head refused to lift, leaving Geralt at the whims of whatever Jaskier suggested. The older witcher slid closer, his hand sliding further down the inside of Geralt's thigh, their legs now pressed together as he watched and cooed over how well Geralt was touching himself.

"Yes, that's right, love. Just like that- now, don't forget that lovely set of balls, give them a nice fondle. That's it, don't forget to tease the tip. Make it feel good, don't deny yourself this, you deserve it."

Geralt moaned, unashamed, one hand gently rolling one of his testicles while the other steadily worked at his cock. All else slipped away besides the feel of that pleasure and Jaskier's honeyed sweet voice, the words that washed over him and cleared him out until he was empty, nothing but the suggestions he placed so neatly on his lap.

With a gentle tap to his back, Jaskier instructed Geralt to move forward, and soon he was sitting pretty between the other witcher's thighs. Jaskier smoothed both of his hands up and down Geralt's legs, his hips, his sides, breath ghosting against his ear as he told him just how to touch himself, as he guided him through it, reminded Geralt of what felt right and good. And Geralt listened to each and every word, leaning back into him, letting him take control.

But that control was slowly slipping

Every second that ticked by brought Geralt that much closer to coherency once more. He couldn't tell it, didn't know that the spell would soon break. Was still firmly gripping his cock as he now rocked into it faster and faster, hips unable to sit still, Jaskier nuzzling at his neck and whispering suddenly, "You're close, aren't you?"

He hadn't realized it, but suddenly Geralt was close. Suddenly his balls were drawing up near his body and he let out a high pitched whine, the speed of his hand picking up, his movements sloppy. Only a few seconds before it hadn't felt anything near this desperate but now he felt ready to spill, as if just the right twist of his fingers would set him off, as if just the right word from the man pressed against his back - touching his thighs, whispering guidance in his ear, clever words and fingers driving him wild without ever touching him - would make him crash over that edge he'd been away from for so long.

But then the spell broke, and Geralt was gasping in horror, sick to his stomach as he ripped his hand away just as his orgasm hit him. The cum shot out of him uselessly, any pleasure he would have felt ripped from him as well, leaving him shaking and flinching away from the man who'd forced him to do this.

Jaskier didn't let him leave, though. He held onto him, fingers digging into his sides, Geralt feeling suddenly small despite the fact that he was almost as big as the older witcher. The hum that normally would not have put him on edge made him jerk now, hearing it just against his ear as Jaskier propped his chin up on Geralt's shoulder, surveying the mess he'd made of himself.

"Shame," he sighed, one of his hands running down to a trail of cum that had splattered across his leg. He ran his middle finger through it, swiping part of it up, and Geralt thought he'd be sick when Jaskier raised it to his lips and licked his finger clean. "Didn't feel good at all, did it? Letting go like that. Ruined all of your fun."

Geralt let out a soft whimper, not able to move. The spell had left him but he was shaking, trembling between Jaskier's thighs, all too aware that Jaskier had made him do it. That there had been nothing he could do. Jaskier was the one who was supposed to look out for him, the one guiding him down the path, the only person Geralt could turn to, and he'd used axii against him like it didn't matter. Like Geralt's own comfort and wishes didn't matter, and there was nothing he could do about that.

Another hum next to his ear. Jaskier patted his thighs once, and then he left him, getting up and stretching like he hadn't violated the trust that had been built between them.

"Get some sleep, dearheart, we have an early morning to wake up to."

All Geralt could do was nod, trembling, his softened cock still hanging out as proof of his shame. And when he finally crawled into his bedroll he found the night crawled past him, not the smallest sign of sleep gracing him, because there was nothing he could do.

He knew then Jaskier could have his way. Would always have his way. And there was nothing he could ever do about it.

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