#And I was given the baby hospital bracelet....Im gonna keep it with the rest of the stuff keep safe

[euaxel]

heyyy, eonia. i’m reid, i’m twenty-three, still can’t read, and all i know about pjo is that it fucking rocks and the protag has the same learning disabilities that i do! also, i picked hypnos for this punk mainly to be mean to him and because in the hades game hypnos bullies me every time i die and i’m kiiiinda into it. hmu on discord one on one for the best plotting experience, but i’ll be around plenty to bug y’all in the gc too. you can read about bastard boy number one right here and under the cut we’ll get down to business. 

⟨ ELLIOT FLETCHER. TRANS MALE. HE/HIM. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, AXEL EVERETT is actually a descendent of H Y P N O S. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-TWO year old VIDEO GAME DEVELOPMENT & COMBAT TACTICS MAJOR from BROOKLYN, USA has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite WITTY & SELF-DEPRICATING.

be advised, axel’s a pretty heavy character.  i’m gonna keep it brief for the bio & need-to-knows, tag around the parts with bold applicable triggers so you can skip around as needed, and tag this post accordingly, but just let me know if i miss anything and i’ll fix it & be safe reading. godspeed and i apologize in advance for bringing you all my personal punching bag as my first muse. 

the main triggers that are gonna come up are: parental abuse, alcoholism * major, mentions of bullying, drowning * major, religious trauma, and drug abuse with some harder drugs ( particularly, weed, pills and cocaine / nothing with needles. )

general stats. 

— full name ,  axel harley everett.  — nicknames/alias ,  axe, ax, wolverine jr, tyler durden jr, trouble, Who? - every professor he’s ever had. — house,  hypnos and mad about it.  — age, 22, as of today. also mad about it.  — gender,  trans male.    — pronouns,  he/him.  — sexual orientation, bisexual with a somewhat heavy masc lean.  — d.o.b, january 1st, 1999. ( generally unknown to anyone but maybe siblings, he will probably lie and say Nobody Knows... I Just Am unless he really fucks with you. ) — hometown,

phys. 

— height,  5′0ft even. furious about it. — eyes,  brown. — hair, brown.  — face claim, elliot fletcher.

misc.

— zodiac,  capricorn. — alignment,  chaotic good. — character inspo,  lip gallagher, steve rogers ( young ), ellie from tlou1, logan howlett, stiles stilinski ( if anyone says shit i will scream ), probably someone from euphoria but i’m too scared to watch that, peter parker ( andrew garfield ), shinsou hitoshi, finn mertens, marceline the vampire queen, dipper pines, this is all over the place but it’s there.  — most played spotify songs, passion for publication by anarbor, sober haha jk unless by hospital bracelet, nobody by mitski, class of 2013 by mitski, king princess’ cover of monster from adventure time, way too much phoebe bridgers, in love or whatever by future teens, and the entire front bottoms discography but especially in sickness & in flames with the hard way & bus beat well at the top of his loop.  — aesthetics,   bloody knuckles, left open and tipped over prescription bottles, walking on the carpet with socks to get that tingly feeling, skateboarding inside, dozing off at the bar, tangled legs in messy sheets, ten pillows on a twin sized mattress, laying down in the shower, brian sella’s cracky singing voice. 

bio. 

— axel was born and raised in brooklyn, new york, and he was claimed at thirteen, on his thirteenth birthday, by hypnos. — the day he was claimed, axel ceased contact with his human mother and his step-dad, and he attended a camp for half-bloods that wasn’t far from home. he spent his adolescence there year round for safety from monsters at home and abroad, then moved on to eonia.  — ( parental abuse tw, drowning tw begin ) i don’t want to be too graphic here so i’m going to plainly say that axel’s mother was a very, very bad person, and the man she married was absent at his best, physically abusive at worst. axel’s powers (  hypnokinesis, namely )  were potent and difficult to control at a young age, and as a deeply religious catholic woman, this scared his mother and influenced most of the animosity in their relationship. she was convinced that the defensive visions he created and his ability to put her to sleep ( an attempt to help her, on his end; insomnia plagued her and later, it would him, too ) were of demonic origin, and tried to drown him more than once; cleansing, she claimed. the worst instance was the day he was claimed, actually — new years day, 2012; his life was saved by hypnos, and that was the last he saw of her.   ( parental abuse tw, drowning tw end. )  —  that said, he’s a little ( very ) hydrophobic. poseidon kids do NOT fucking interact ( i’m kidding. kind of. he Will avoid a little though ) —  anyway! moving on. all of this aside, axel did his best to put his past behind him, and he was actually super stoked to learn that his powers came from somewhere good and that there was places out there for kids like him; to learn he wasn’t any kind of monster. ( still working on believing that, though.. marcelines monster.mp3 right here )  — he’s less stoked when he starts having trouble falling asleep, and really, it feels like a more cruel twist than any other fate has thrown at him ( his upbringing was chock full of mean twists, so that’s saying something ); and really, it’s more like insomnia just full on kicks in, but he can put other people to sleep. great, right? whatever, though — combat classes are kickass and he’s surrounded by babes that think he’s hilarious so things could be totally, way worse.  — ( bullying tw (brief) ) for the most part, axel was pretty well liked among his peers. he was bullied as a young kid (pre-claim), but he bit back and he bit back hard, and sure, some of that followed him into his teen years but he’s more confident by then; less fun to poke at, and absolutely unhinged when provoked, so people learn better of it. the only real lasting effect was one instant that hit him a little too deep in the inferiority, when he was seventeen — he fell in love with a girl, told her that, and found himself at the end of a very mean spirited prank. he shook it off like he did anything else, or at least — he told himself he did, even if the hurt hit him somewhere a little too deep rooted ( ie. being god’s most unlovable son would naturally land him here, right? ) love’s kinda stupid anyways, so what the hell, right?  (bullying tw end.)

— ( alcoholism tw, drug use tw begin ) this is already obscenely long so i’m just going to keep it to the point here and say he began drinking when he was sneaking booze in to camp at fifteen, and it just never stopped there. he’s also a massive stoner, which is all well, harmless and good for the most part; he’s always grinning, half-lidded, and has a room full of smoke at any given time. it’s the pills that do him in, and he did them at first just so he could get some shut eye, and... well. after that, because he’s dependent on them. but he keeps this part under wraps for the most part; it doesn’t have to be anyone’s problem but his, and it’s not a problem until it is one. partying’s fun, so is coke; so is taking a few too many xan’s, mdma.   ( alcoholism tw, drug use tw end )

FUN FACTS!!! 

— i swear he is not as doom and gloom as he sounds from the bio, and yeah, writing that made me so sad i feel like we absolutely must hone in on the fun and cute things about him!?!  — he loves dnd. he can talk about it for HOURS and if you let him, he absolutely will. — adventure time makes him cry. he’s a baby don’t let him fool you.  — very into cryptids, aliens, horror stories, conspiracy theories, in love with ryan from watcher, wanna be shane medej.  — he loves to draw! the one thing he loves about his power is what it’s done for his imagination, and sure, he mostly draws horror things, but it’s why he went into video game development. he wants to be a concept artist.  — his double major is in combat tactics because he loves fighting. he thinks it’s so fun. he’s a little nuts, actually — i mean, get hit in the face and come up grinning. all he’s ever wanted is to run a fight club and be the shortest, baddest little bitch on the planet.  — he tends to nod off in weird places because he doesn’t sleep enough at night, which is sad, but; he can seriously fall asleep anywhere. standing up, in a tree, you name it.  — he’s a hobby musician! he loves singing and playing guitar.  — he’s a huge flirt.  — loves to scare people. he’s harmless, though. like, honestly. he might make you think you’re seeing a walking toadstool but he’ll probably apologize later.  — he’s very much a singing in the shower type?  — clothes thief. friends and significant others beware.  — actually, just kind of a thief? but of weird, little things. like, just the left shoe. puts them in a little corner in his room that he has set up like an exhibit. “things you thought you lost lol” is written on the whiteboard on the wall above it. he likes collecting rocks too. he’s a little freak!!  — he’s better at the memory retrieval part of his power than the rest. naturally, as this mostly applies for other people. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS. im literally so tired of hearing myself talk... 

friends/squad. self explanatory!!!  he’s friendly, a class clown, and a loyal friend through and through; he’s also adaptable, and his demeanor is very relaxed and inviting. he’s probably gonna have 2-3 people that he’s really close with, and he’d do quite literally anything for them. seriously, don’t tempt him.  a best friend.  so this is kind of vague but. i’d really love for him to have one person that is just a tier above the rest? they’d know things about him that are like pulling teeth to find out ( aka, anything deeper than his most recommended podcasts and loudmouth opinions on non important things ), someone who will call him on his shit, and maybe take care of his stupid little self when he gets too fucked up, because they’d be someone he trusts enough to let them.   enemies?    he probably gets along with most people until given a reason not to? but he is a loud mouth and if one of his friends gets into drama, he will stick his nose where it doesn’t belong and he will throw hands, so it could happen.

harmless rivalries. maybe even steamy ones. he’s a little shit and he likes banter so, so, so much? if given the opportunity and if someone rubs him a certain type of way, he’s so not above being a menace, although never super maliciously. just, you know, annoying the shit out of them on purpose, for fun. he’s also not above blowing a few kisses their way.

current hookups. self explanatory too. he’s a little harlot. HFBHVFNJ. it’s gonna be kinda hard to go beyond sex with him because he’s very deep in his own insecurity but he does catch feelings, he’s just mad about it when he does. i’m mostly gonna go off chem for that though! an ex. could be on friendly terms? but, it should be noted that he could’ve ghosted someone too; or pulled from the relationship when things got serious and he couldn’t choke out that ‘i love you’, even if he felt it. worse, if he did choke it out, but they didn’t feel the same way.  siblings. hypnos kids he is gonna be so protective of all of u... family is hard for axel, i’m ngl, but he really wants one is the tragedy of it all, i guess? so he just really wants to be a good brother. he thinks hypnos is kind of a dick for making him but he tries not to fault him for his existence. fuck u dad i dont wanna be alive feels a little unfair. HDBHFDSJ. anyways he’s a good brother even if he is absolutely so reckless and terrifying in regards to himself but his siblings. his siblings he will do anything for. ALSO!!! FOUND FAMILY!!!! it would be kinda nice if he bonded with someone a little older maybe, could be outside of the hypnos house even, someone he’s kind of a bratty-little-brother type with.... or bratty older brother that takes your things and makes you laugh, y’know. 

PERSONALITY.  just tacking this part of the app on at the end too to highlight parts that i think are important for understanding who he is, and just so it’s all in one place!

toothy grins, half-lidded eyes, and keepin’ them laughing is what it’s all about, baby. axel walks with more confidence in his posture than he’s earned ( or claimed, for that matter ), and it’s the backbone of what gets him by. he’s a glowing example of the fake it ‘til you make it mentality, and he knows what he wants, usually how to get it, and doesn’t mind letting you know that. there’s an ever present mischievous glint in his eyes that says more about what to expect from him than he does, and that’s still not much? he likes to have fun, and there isn’t a whole lot of regard for righteousness or responsibility on his end, but hey! it’s usually only ever at his own expense, so what’s the damage? he’s an absolute clown and he knows it.

axel loves people. he does — you might not guess that with how elusive he is, but it’s true. there’s nothing he likes more than a good conversation with someone interesting, or maybe not even then; if there’s a sparkle in you, he’ll see it. ( might even draw it, not that you’d ever know. ) he’s warm, loyal, compassionate, relaxed, and understanding; and none of that is at the cost of being passive, or lacking passion. 

as long as the vibes are right, he’s happy to just be; though, he’s known to have a fuse for certain provocations, and will jump readily at chance to fight in someone else’s honor. also, it’s not unlike him to spar for the sake of sparring; but that’s all in good fun, no worries.

there’s no way to sugarcoat it — axel has an inferiority complex. where that stems from is something he’s more self-aware of than he’s willing to admit, but he doesn’t have the patience or the will to dissect it; much less do anything about it, and he’s as bull-headed as they come — especially regarding anything related to the psyche. how much this impacts his demeanor and relationships with others varies on the situation, but one constant is that he’s going to retreat before things get bad; even if ‘things are getting bad’ exists only as his own paranoia-born hypothetical.

things can’t go bad if you don’t let them, and he’s content to keep it that way; even if it means being stuck in the stasis of missed opportunities. it’s when he’s retreating into himself that he can get irritable, anxious, jumpy; secretive, defensive, even. he’s personable until he isn’t, essentially.

#euintro #ik elliots like 5'7 but i've never let this kid be taller than me and i will not start now #parental abuse tw #bullying tw #drug use tw #alcoholism tw #drowning tw #religious trauma tw #jesus christ whats wrong with me #anyway who wants him #Because I Dont #anyway im not fucking proofreading it JBFGHBFJFBDJSKNMA im so sorry this is a monster in length

[dandelion-vines]

Incest AU time!! Kinks in this one: incest mostly, praise, Geralt having a big cock like woah 😳 So, Geralt has a son, Jaskier. He’s about 18. One day, he goes on some rather lewd sites, and sees and hears a familiar, soft voice moaning ‘daddy’, along with the sight of his oen son wearing a skirt and riding a dildo. He decides to punish his boy by fucking him, following his exact begs he had heard the day before of breeding him full of cum.

Yeah im gonna go ahead and say it: im proud of this one, @squidskinks

thank you so much for this prompt i legit had to much fun with it. Also can we  get a hell yes for genderqueer jask and a respects-pronouns-loves-his-kid geralt?? because hell yes. i love them

tags: incest, ask to tag (im not sure what else it needs)

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Geralt glances at Jaskier's wrist as he drinks his morning coffee. He—they're wearing the purple bracelet today, matched up with a yellow-striped romper and a baseball cap that says Dad on it. Fashion, Geralt'll never understand, but the bracelet is easy an indicator.

"You ready to go, Julek?" Jaskier tucks wisps of their wavy hair behind their ears, smearing lip gloss onto their lips before tugging their backpack on. Tsk, no breakfast, even— Geralt's mindful to shove pop-tarts and an apple into their bag as they tug their converse on. 

"Yeah Dad, just a second." Geralt hums, grabbing the keys to the car. 

"Lock the door—"

"Yeah, yeah, Dad, lock the door behind you and pinch yourself so you remember you locked it— I've got it old man," they tease with a wink. Fucking teenagers, Vesemir would've given him a Look for that sort of behaviour, but what can Geralt say? He's soft.

He drops Jaskier off at school—fuck, their ass looks good in— "Bye, Dad!"

Geralt hums, waves, and turns the godawful radio up.

He pours himself two fingers of white gull when he gets home, and settles down on the sofa, laptop balanced on his lap— first day off in a fucking week, the hospital's been crazy busy and— Geralt lets his drink burn down his throat, a distraction to his work-wandering mind.

Funny thing about alcohol though— it makes him fucking horny. Geralt gasps, palming over his cock, his eyelids fluttering as he takes another sip. Fuck. He can't remember the last time he'd indulged like this, not to mentioned actually had sex with someone.

It's quick work to pull up a pornsite, lip bit as he palms himself, scrolling through thumbnails of cunts, dicks, and tits and— oh what's this?

The video reads horny boy fucks his dildo and moans for Daddy, and those pale thighs and pink dick framed by a baby-pink skirt rucked up to show it all off... promising.

Geralt clicks on it, leaning back into the sofa as he tugs his cock out of his joggers, letting it lay against his stomach as he palms it.

The video starts with the boy sitting criss-cross, face out of frame. He's wearing an oversized sweater and a pink skirt, playing with his sleeves as he talks, tells Daddy about his day, and his voice is oddly familiar.

And the bitch called me a horsefucker, Daddy— and honestly, he shifts, leaning back against the wall, planting his feet on the ground and parting his knees to show off his half-hard cock—if you breed me like a mare, Daddy, I'd count it.

Geralt stares slack-jawed at the screen, and Jaskier's face stares back, eyes hooded as they fist their cock.

Fuck— what the fuck, his barely-legal fucking kid's doing porn? Geralt should be fucking mad, but all he feels is shock and arousal. Julek's cock's so pretty, long and thick, so unlike the last time Geralt had seen it when his kid'd been but seven, washing them in the bath after a long evening at the pool. They're so fucking grown up, Geralt can't beleive it.

Been dreaming of your cock for so long, Daddy— Geralt can't even close off the site, watching in rapt attention as his kid fingers themself, moaning as they scissor their ass open and Melitele, this is Geralt's fucking child, and yet, all he can do is watch.

Julek lubes up a dildo (a fucking dildo?? Is that what they'd done with their birthday money?) and teases their hole with it, looking entirely wanton as they lay ass-up on the carpet. Please, please fuck me Daddy, fuck your pretty whore, I've been so good— Ah! Fuck, breed me yesyesyesyes—"

Geralt's movements are just as desperate as Jaskier's as he strips his cock, friction too much but he doesn't fucking care, eyes trained on his kid's ass fucking swallowing that dildo, as big as it is.

Breed me, Daddy, put a pup in me so you can fuck it, too, fuck, Daddy, wouldn't you like that? A— ah!— another cute cunt to fuck— please Daddy, breed my pussy, breed your boy's pussy, Daddy— Fuck!"

Geralt feels fucking dizzy, spilling over his hand with a buck and a groan. He hears Jaskier's voice raise in pitch, a constant stream of fuck, yes, please, breed me, mindlessly escsaping his mouth as he cums untouched to the dildo in his ass.

Geral watches, breathless from his own orgasm, and decidess he fucking is going to breed his kid's ass.

~~

His stomach is a flutter of nerves and lust, an evening spent binging his kid's porn and he’s probably a hair's trigger on his cock at this point. Not that it matters, he could probably cum a hundred times over, his balls so fucking full after a week of not getting off. Geralt stretches, sweatpants low on his hips, shirtless as he bites into another cookie (he'll have to hide his box of cookies before Jaskier got home; he’d, unfortunately, inherited Geralt's sweet tooth).

"Dad! You home?" The door slams open and fuck, what's the point, he can always buy more cookies, he wants to fucking breed his bitch.

Geralt brushes the crumbs off himself as he walks for the door, Jaskier struggling with their heels. "Dad—" he does a double take as he looks at Geralt leant against the archway between the living room and the enterance to the house, muscles rippling as he tucks his arms into his elbows, sweatpants showing off the vee of his hips. 

"Daddy—" Jaskier mutters, breathless as if in a trance before he duck his blushing face and finally kicks his heels off. "Hi— uh," his kid glances at him, eyes trained on the bulge in his sweatpants.

"Want me to breed you till you're filled up, Jask? What was it— till you can give me another cute cunt to fuck?" 

His kid's breath hitches and they either looks like they're about to run or have a panic attack. "Julek," he mutters, coming to cup their cheek, adoring the way Jaskier melts into the touch. Bright blue eyes look up at him, fluttering closed as Geralt brushses his lips over theirs. "Do you want this?" He whispers, fingers tingling as they slip down to Jaskier's waist.

"You're really offering, Dad?" Geralt pressess a soft kiss to their nose, before resting his forehead againsnt theirs. He takes their hand, guiding it to his cock with a hum and a breathless sigh as Jaskier gives his cock a gentle squeeze.

They kiss in ernest then, and for all the minx Jaskier claims to be, they're a sloppy kisser, woefuly unexperienced and does that thought bring a whimper to Geralt’s mouth, that he's probably his kid's first kiss.

He has half a mind as he coaxes Jaskier into a jump, holding them up as he makes for his bedroom down the hall. "You were so pretty, Julek, flushed pink—" Jaskier moans as Geralt nips at his neck, laying them down onto the bed before working them out of their romper.

"Melitele—is this for me?" His eyes are trained on his kid's panties, thin material showing of their cock. "Can I, pretty Jask?" His kid shudders as he moans a yes, their fingers tangling in Geralt's hair as he lips at their pretty cock. He hooks his fingers into the waistband, kissing at their hips, down their leg as he works it off.

He takes a moment to admire them, skin flushed pink, cock half-hard. Their carefuly-done hair flops over their forehad, mussed and messy, their lips swollen just barely from their kiss. He can't believe he's doing this, fucking his kid, mouth watering to press kisses down his chest, to lick at his nipples— fuck.

"You're gorgeous, Julek," and Jasksier pants from where he lays, eyes trained on Geralt as he reaches to his bedside drawer for his lube. "I've been watching your videos all evening— thought you'd been doing homework, not that you were being a cute slut for everyone to see."

"Daddy please," and who's Geralt to deny his kid that (or anything for that matter). He lets his fingers circle their hole, pink and twitching under his movements, before he slips a finger in, Jaskier sighing as if he's found peace after years at war.

"Fuck, Jask, didn't know you were such a whore, baby." Jaskier nods, biting down on his lip, looking for all the world like he's about to cry.

Geralt runs a thumb over their lower lip, pressing the pad of it into his smouth. "None of that, Jas, you don't need to feel bad; it's normal to have urges and to want to share them."

Jaskier whimpers as he continues,"—suck for me, baby, and I might let you suck my dick at dinnertime, too; wouldn't you like that? Being Daddy's bitch? You're so desperate for it, aren't you, pretty Julek? Can't stop begging for your Daddy to breed you?" He works another finger into him; it'll take at least four, and he's willing, anything to keep his boy safe and comfortable.

He brushes against their prostate, watching them cry out— fuck they're so beautiful— and go to touch their cock.

"No, Jaskier, naughty boys don't get to touch their cocks; you'll cum from my dick in your cunt, or none at all, undersood?"

Jaskier whimpers, slobbering on Geralt's thumb as they mutters out a small Yes, Daddy, hips bucking as Geralt brushes against their sweet spot again. 

They're an incoherent mess by the time Geralt works in four fingers, arching off the mattress as they beg, “Daddy please, I'll be good, please fuck me Dad! Fuck breedmebreedmebreedme—”

"Gods, you're so hungy for my cock, aren't you, Jask?" He mumbles, teasing his kid's hole with his tip, not quite pushing in. "Want your Daddy's cum? Want the same cum that made you to fill up your sluttly hole, baby?" He leans forward, pressing his lips to Jaskier’s, head tilted as he fucks his tongue into their mouth, swallowing their moans as he slowsly pushes his cock into their hole.

"Fuck, Jaskier, you're so tight— so perfect for me, I love your cunt, baby," he whispers against Jaskier's lips, every muscle in his body tense from keeping himself from fucking plowing into his kid.

"You ready for me to move, sweetheart? Want me to fuck you like you begged me to?"Jaskier gasps as Geral bucks into him, dragged to and fro as Geralt fucks into him, fast and rough and hard— this is punishment after all, for being such a slut for all the world to see, Geralt's child fucking themself open in front of millions.

The thought only makes him fuck faster, holding Jaskier's hips up from where they lay on the bed, back against the mattress.

Jaskier's hands grip at the bedsheets, lips parted— they look entirely cockdumb, eyes crossing as their dick squirts pre, such a sesnitive little cock; Geralt aches to press kisses up it, but settles for breeding his ass intead.

His kid whimpers, shaky hands coming to pinch at their cute nipples— their ass tightens around Geralt's cock, and fuck, Geralt cums with a groan, his kid moaning as they’re bred, warm cum filling their ass. He pumps in a couple more times till they're both far too sensitive, collapsing next to Jaskier on the bed.

"Daddy," his kid whimpers stomach dripping cum, their cock’s spend, onto Geralt's sheets a they turn, cuddling into his side and onto his chest, "I'm sorry, Daddy."

Geralt wraps an arm around his kid's hip, bringing them closer, pressing a kiss into their sweaty hair. "'s alright, Julek," he brushes their lips together, delighting in the way his kid sighs and tries to deepen their kiss. "Never thought you'd be such a kinky bitch when I held you in my hands for the first time, Jas, fucking your own dad."

Jaskier hides their head into Geralt's neck, their cheek hot against his neck. "Like you didn't enjoy it, old man," he mumbles.

Geralt huffs a laugh, runnig his fingers through Julek's hair, holding is kid close. "No, not like I didn't."

#devilkin incest #.......bro is this my first incest fic??? #huhh/// #devilkin geralt/jaskier