#co inkeepers fic

[serious-goose]

ed and stede as innkeepers though would be so funny. because they're both insane. so imagine you show up to the inn and ed answers the door in a kiss the cook apron and tells you all about how he's an innkeeper and not a pirate and sometimes a fisherman and an accountant. and that dinner is at 8 and he hopes you like fish because he's cooking fish for dinner ('again' stede adds curtly). and stede shows you to your room and tells you about all the furniture and art in the place and how 'none of it is stolen, if you were wondering'. and there's a lot of erotic merman art in the gift shop. and the place is quaint but you can't sleep because the owners are having fucking buck wild sex downstairs so it makes it hard to make eye contact with them at breakfast.

#honestly get them on ye olde hotel hell i feel like they would either be the best or worst innkeepers ever #am i writing the fic? who knows... #whose to say #ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #gentlebeard #our flag means death #co inkeepers fic #📝 🪿 #co innkeepers

[dandelion-vines]

Hi! I love both the husband/wife fix and the rape baby fic on AO3! I have a prompt if you have time: basically something where geralt mind controls Jaskier to make him a dumb, perfect slut? Like Jaskier gets to the point where he can barely sing anymore/do simple maths cos he's always thinking about cock? Maybe Geralt makes him do humiliating things under mind control too? Have a good day!

Thank you!

I would like to apologize to my family and also god.

tags: noncon, exhibitionism, j’s ass chugging alcohol (thank GOD this is fiction) yikes, humiliation

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It’s startlingly easy to put Jaskier under Axii, the man trusts Geralt so wholly he gives into it without minimum restraint. At first, it’s just to shut him up, find some peace from the never-ending chatter, but they sit around the fire now, Geralt’s cock half hard and unsatisfied from being turned away from one brothel after another.

His hand’s up and drawing the sign before he even realizes. Jaskier’s face grows slack, song-sheets forgotten as he stares at nothing in particular with his  glazed-over eyes. Well, nothing for it now.

“You’ll be my cock-dumb whore, Jaskier. You’ll be good for me.” The simple words have Jaskier crawling over to him, fancy clothes dragged through muck as he paws at Geralt’s breeches, uncoordinated almost as if he doesn’t quite know how to get them open. Geralt grunts, wrapping his fingers in Jaskier’s hair to shove his face towards his cock. He ruts at Jaskier’s face, biting down on his fist to keep from fucking whimpering and finally, finally, Geralt undoes his trousers, letting his cock spring free.

It’s fucking heaven, Jaskier swallowing his cock down whole— it feels like a cunt, throat wet and tight around his dick as he thrusts into it, Jaskier moaning like it’s giving him actual pleasure. He cums down Jaskiser’s throat, months of not getting of properly making the man’s stomach swell, just barely.

Geralt sighs, content as he tucks himself back in, ordering Jaskier back to his bedroll. The sign’ll wear off tomorrow— Jaskier’ll wake up with a sore throat and Geralt’ll be able to fight the fucking Bruxa without thinking about his dick every time he moves.

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Only, it’s not so simple. He catches Jaskier staring at his lute next morning. Just... staring, confusion littering his face.

“You okay?” Jaskier snaps his head up to him, lips parting to reply, but his mouth goes slack and his eyes grow unfocused. Geralt snaps his fingers in front of his face, and Jaskier blinks out of his haze. “Contract next town over, we better get moving.” Jaskier nods, tucking his lute into his case. Today’ll be a singing day then, Geralt guesses.

Only it isn’t. Jaskier starts a couple verses, only to veer off, eyes unfocused as he trails after Roach. Maybe he just slept weird, whatever— Geralt chooses not to care.

They arrive at a tavern towards the evening, Jaskier going up to charm the inkeeper of the rooms built above the bar— only to end up staring at his coins like a fool and returning back to sit by Geralt’s side at the corner table in the back. “Geralt, I think I’ve been cursed. No, I’ve definitely been cursed, I can't stop thinking about— fuck, Geralt, can’t sing, I can’t fucking subtract!” There’s an edge of hysteria to his voice.

 Geralt grunt. “Can’t stop thinking about what?” He glances at Jaskier when he receives no reply— “Bard.”

“Cock. Dick.” He sounds so goddamn dreamy that Geralt can’t help but laugh.

“Knew you were a cockslut, Jaskier, didn’t realize just how fucking desperate you were, so mindless about it you can’t even sing?” He breaks into another huffy laugh as Jaskier splutters. “I’ll help you. Get under the table.”  Geralt’s already unlaced his trousers, contract be damned. Jaskier stares at his crotch for a moment longer before slipping under the table, tugging Geralt’s dick out with the same impatience as last night.

Ah. So the Axii’s gripped more permanently than Geralt’d realized. It’s uncommon  but certainly not surprising with the amount that Jaskier trusts him. He’d wished for a cock-dumb whore and he’s found one, it seems. He grits his teeth as Jaskier wraps his hands around his soft cock, slipping the head into his mouth and swallowing it down. It’s small enough to take without choking but large all the same, the wet heat of the entrance of Jaskier’s dizzy.

Jaskier looks up at him from under the table with glassy eyes, sobering over Geralt’s now-hard dick and grabbing his own cock through his trousers. Geralts shoves his foot between Jaskier’s thighs, tip of his boots no doubt painfully pressing against the man’s balls. Jaskier moans around his cock, rutting frantically against Geralt’s boot and it’s enough to send the witcher over the edge, shoving Jaskier’s head down with his nose adorably pressing against the skin above his cock as Geralt spill down his throat.

He drags Jaskier up into a filthy kiss, spent dick still in his lap for all the world to see. It’s a sketchy enough town that bringing in a whore and using her isn’t uncommon in public, and Geralt signs another Axii, getting Jaskier to strip, eyes unfocused with his mind invaded.

And oh, does Geralt have an idea. It’ll fucking ruin Jaskier’s renown as famous bard, turn respect into dust but the witcher doesn’t think his cockslut’ll be going back to barding anytime soon.

“Sit on the table. Knees bent, cock shown off, I want everyone to see what a dumb bitch you are,” Geralt mutters, feeling the patrons of the bar rake hungry eyes over his bard. “Good, on your knees.” Geralt grabs the oil from his bag, Jaskier stripping at his cock as the witcher works too fingers into him much too easily, muscles loose and relaxed under Axii. He tosses a coin to the barkeep in exchange for a bottled beer, shoving Jaskier’s head to the table and forcing his ass into the air. Oh if Jaskier could see himself now. Geralt uncorks the bottle, pressing the head into Jaskier’s asshole, the tavern laughing and cheering now, the excitement of arousal electric in the air, horny for fucking abuse.

Geralt’s cock is hard, sticking out and up as Jaskier’s ass chugs the beer, the bard groaning as his stomach fills and it’s fucking wretched on his part, he knows, but that’s what’s so fun about it. He shouldn’t, and yet he is because he can.

He fucks into Jaskier’s beer-filled hole adding his copious amount of cum before stepping away and tucking himself back in. The rest of the evening is spent keeping Jaskier under Axii and letting the tavern patrons have their go at Geralt’s cock-stupid whore.

[serious-goose]

ed looking at their guest with big wet eyes as he serves them 'fish sticks' (it's burnt fish on a stick): 👉🏽👈🏽 so... how's the food?

stede behind him making a cutthroat sign: 😠 yeah how is it?

guest: it's fine

stede, quietly sharpening a knife: just fine? 🔪

guest: it's... delicious

stede: goddamn right it is

#i'm working on my innkeeper fic here and there #stede also doesn't like the fish but he doesn't want to hurt Ed's feelings #giggling manically but also heartbroken by the finale and the season being over #ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #co inkeepers #gentlebeard