#afterhours fic week

[winxrus]

Chapter 4 and 5 of "Affairs of the heart" by @e-wills-afterhours

I just finished reading this STUNNING work by e-wills and I cannot express how much I loved it. It made me feel so much in a time where I was so numb and rekindled my obsession for hiccstrid. I really want to praise this author because she is one of my favourites in the fandom. All her works are beautifully written, she´s so gifted with words, flowing so easily and it feels like poetry instead of storytelling. I ADORE the way she portrays hiccstrid. It´s impeccable every time and each scenario she creates and explores is such a pleasure to read, allowing me to escape from reality. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing your stories and always giving me a great time, I know I did this week with this masterpiece <3 GO READ HER FICS!!!!

#httyd #hiccstrid #httyd fanart #fanfiction #httyd fanfiction #hiccstrid fanart #I ALSO LOVE ALL YOUR RATINGS IF YOU CATCH MY DRFIT AND I JUST THINK YOU´RE AMAZING #My art

[afterhoursfic]

Hey! Its been a while. Lost the password for my first account- Guess I'll start off with a prompt! Jaskier and Geralt have just left Posada, but every time Jaskier runs off with someone he comes back with a strong scent of desperation, not to mention he covers himself even when he's getting into the bath before Geralt, and Geralt can't figure out why. That is, until he walks in on Jaskier changing. (1/2)

(2/2) Jaskier's cock is small. And Jaskier is humiliated, and Geralt is... Turned on?? He honestly thinks it's cute, Jaskier's size, how embarrassed he is by it. So, Jaskier is pent up of course. When the witcher asks, he can't exactly say no to fucking. He just wasn't expecting Geralt to be practically worshipping Jaskier, thanking him and praising him for letting him touch him and telling him how cute his cock is. Tbh just a praise fic ive been meaning to prompt someone with for a while-

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I’m sorry this took forever and if it’s not exactly like you asked but I really tried tog give off the whole Geralt loves Jaskier’s little cock vibe so hopefully you enjoy it!

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They’d only been together for two weeks and Geralt had already lost count of how many times Jaskier went off to an alcove or alley with someone. He would be jealous if it wasn’t for the fact that almost every time he came back desperate, edged with just a bit of hurt, and reeking of quickly dissipating arousal, which doesn’t help Geralt’s own need.

At first, he thinks it’s some sort of game? Kink? Whatever it is, and just something Jaskier does, which is to torture himself and Geralt too by proxy, until he gives himself the best orgasms ever apparently, because there are very few occasions where Jaskier comes back, loose with a carefree smile and just oozing satisfaction as if he hadn’t felt it in a decade.

Those are the times Geralt is jealous and he’s half tempted to ask Jaskier how he does it until said bard walks, well storms into their room, the familiar stench of hurt, arousal, and longing soon clouding up the room.

He asks Jaskier if he’s alright of course because he’s not an asshole all the time, but like all the times before Jaskier shrugs him off and tells him he’s fine as he makes a beeline for his bags and the waterskin which contains half a bottle of wine.

They sit there for a few long minutes, Jaskier steadily drinking as Geralt turns his attention to the noises of the town filtering from outside just to distract himself when suddenly Jaskier moves, putting down the waterskin and stretching before he starts undressing.

“D’you mind?” Geralt doesn’t have to ask, he just turns to the bath in the corner of the room, the water stone cold, at least until Geralt flashes igni at it, and he watches as Jaskier sinks into the hot water with a groan and his back turned to him as usual.

It’s not odd per se to want a bit of privacy, but they travel together so it’s inevitable that at some point they’ll get to see everything, hell it was probably the second day they knew each other when Jaskier watched him strip naked to bathe in the river and he earned more than a few compliments. Jaskier was private and that was fair enough, but he’d always shriek and cover himself as if scandalized if Geralt even so much as glanced his way whilst he changed or tried to take a peek.

It was odd though that Jaskier would turn his back to him to get in the bath, only to then turn to face him, if he were embarrassed about his body then why show it off now? All he had to do was sit up in bed and he could catch a glimpse if he wanted, but to each their own. Clearly, Jaskier had no intention to talk about whatever was bothering him for the hundredth time already and so instead he settled back into his bed and left it be for now.

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He left it for about a day before they were pulling into another village and saw Jaskier charm and flirt his way around the tavern, reeking of arousal, and he pointedly looked away when the woman dragged Jaskier into a backroom already heavily making out and using his hands to work on the ties of her dress whilst her free hand was palming at his cock.

Resigning himself to a night alone Geralt ordered another drink and reached a hand down to shift his cock a little from where it was pressing hard and insistent against the laces of his trousers. It was going to be a long night, especially with the smell of Jaskier’s arousal lingering in the back of his throat.

At least that was until the woman all but charged out of the backroom, her hair loose and dress falling off of her shoulder as Jaskier raced out a second later trying to do up his laces as he tried to catch up with her. Once she’d barged through the front door, Jaskier gave up the chase, staring forlornly at the closed door as if hoping for something else to happen, and after a long moment when it didn’t, he turned and went upstairs to their room, and Geralt briefly noted that burnt, frustrated smell Jaskier seemed to carry more and more these days and he thought he finally knew why.

Seemed to him that Jaskier didn’t have all the prowess he liked to boast about given that this seemed to be a common occurrence. It’s not like Jaskier was a bad lover, he’d heard the bard get a woman off several times on just his tongue, a lot, so much so he felt like he was lacking in the bedroom sometimes, and yet his latest conquest had stormed off and left them both unsatisfied.

He was just drunk enough that he was willing to go for answers, hell if he was desperate enough he’s sure he could talk Jaskier into a mutual hand job, anything to beat the monotony of jerking himself off quietly under the covers every other night.

So, he downed his drink in one, stood up on legs far too steady for what he was about to do, but he was just desperate enough to do it anyway.

For once being a witcher was actually helpful, it meant he could go up the stairs without being heard, so when he barged through their bedroom door, he was met with the sight of Jaskier stood over the bed, whining as he jerked his fist frantically.

Geralt felt his mouth dry at the sight, but he only had another second to savor it before Jaskier was jumping back, hand leaving his cock to try and grab the blankets and cover himself. It was too late though, Geralt couldn’t help the way his eyes shifted to see Jaskier’s cock hard and red, and no bigger than his middle finger, and yet Geralt couldn’t hold back the curse that fumbled out of his mouth as his cock twitched at the sight.

“Fuck Jaskier, this why you can’t get laid?”

“I can get laid just fine, witcher” He watched as Jaskier fumbled his hands in front of him to try and cover up, not that it mattered at this point, he could see the flush on his face, the sweat beading at his temples and smell the mix of arousal and embarrassment all in one. Despite all of this Jaskier was still hard though, shuffling on his feet as if that would help him somehow and Geralt’s mouth watered at imagining the taste of it on his tongue.

Despite the way he tried to hold himself he could hear Jaskier’s jackrabbiting heartbeat, but he didn’t bother mentioning all the times Jaskier had come back to their rooms stinking of arousal, frustration, and embarrassment and being all around unsatisfied because it wouldn’t help him here. Instead, he took a step closer, licking at his lips to taste the arousal in the air as he pointedly looked at Jaskier’s cock, safely hidden behind his hand now and he’s sure he looked desperate as he looked back up into Jaskier’s eyes.

“Can I jerk you off?” His voice is small as if he’s unsure with himself, and he supposes he is, it’s not like he’s ever propositioned Jaskier before and he doesn’t know how he’d take the rejection, if they could even go to being friends afterward.

“Is this some kind of joke, because it’s not very funny”

“Of course not, but you’ve got such a pretty little cock Jaskier, let me get you off, please” They stood staring at each other for a moment before Geralt took a step closer and when Jaskier didn’t shy away he took another step and then another until they were stood directly in front of each other “Say no and I’ll stop, but please let me touch you Jaskier, let me look after you”

He let out his breath when Jaskier nodded his head once, collapsing to his knees immediately and watched Jaskier stumble back a step clearly caught unawares, but then he’s looking up, watching Jaskier’s face as he pulls the bard’s hand away to replace it with his own, pressing his thumb against his slit to coat it with pre so he could slick his hand over his cock.

It was only when Jaskier leaned forward to rest a hand on his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed and a low moan leaving his mouth that Geralt looked away, licked his lips again as he watched his whole fist cover Jaskier’s dick, and started to use just his index finger and thumb to jerk him off so that he could see the slick head of his cock past his fingers and drip pre all over the floor.

He leaned forward to lick off a drop threatening to fall, his tongue just brushing the tip of his cock and caused Jaskier to shudder violently and groan, a testament to how long he’d gone without another’s touch, and he barely restrained himself from putting his mouth over his cock then and there.

“Can I suck you Jaskier? Please let me get my mouth on you, need to taste you, see if you can reach the back of my throat-“

“Yes, fuck yes just do it” He almost didn’t recognize Jaskier’s voice, but he didn’t dwell on it, just pulled his fingers away so he could swallow his cock in one, groaning as he felt the tip just brush the back of his throat, and the salty taste of pre on his tongue before Jaskier’s cock jerked once and with a shudder he came.

Geralt easily swallowed it and kept licking at his slit until Jaskier’s nails started to dig into his shoulder, then he pulled away just enough so he could suck the head of his cock a little bit longer, a spare hand going to roll Jaskier’s balls in his hand, squeezing them just a little to coax a weak spray of come in his mouth before Jaskier grabbed his hair and pulled him off. They both ignored the fact that he whined, although he’s sure Jaskier won’t remember it in his pleasure addled brain.

“Fuck me?” He watched Jaskier blink once, then twice as he tried to think over an answer, all whilst Geralt wrapped his fingers around his cock again, ever so slowly moving them whilst he pressed kisses against the tip, down to his balls, and then back up to his hips. It served its purpose of getting Jaskier hard again, he’s sure the bard’s been neglected enough that he’ll be shooting off like a teenager all night. “You want to get your cute, little cock in me? Bet I don’t need much prep, you could just slide in now if you wanted, do you want to? Want to finally have a hole to fuck?”

“Fuck- Geralt I swear if this is-“

“No, no, just need your cock in me, want to come just on your pretty cock, please Jaskier”

“Fucking hells yes, get on the fucking bed before I come again, want to be in you when I do” Geralt didn’t waste a second, using his reflexes to good use as he stripped off his clothes to lay on the bed, and frankly it showed how desperate Jaskier was to get his cock in something because he didn’t even complain about not getting to undress him. There were plenty more nights for that but right now he needed Jaskier’s cock in him and he needed it now.

Although Jaskier probably could just slip his cock into his hole with just a bit of oil, that didn’t stop Jaskier from making quick work of teasing him open on one finger, just one so that he could just about feel the stretch of Jaskier’s cock when he pushes in. Maybe in the morning he’ll wake up early and stretch himself on his own fingers before sitting on Jaskier’s cock to see if he could feel it, and the thought had him moaning and stretching his legs open wider to get Jaskier closer to him, to tell him to get on with it.

Then Geralt was shoved on all fours, his chest pressed into the mattress and he held his breath as he waited to feel when Jaskier would push in. He couldn’t help himself when he looked over his shoulder just as Jaskier was slicking up his cock and lining up with his hole “It’s alright if you’re little cock slips out, I know you can’t help it”

“Shit” That was all he said before Jaskier started pushing in, Geralt could feel it stretching him open a little and he groaned as it pushed deeper until it nestled just below his prostate like the continent's best tease. Jaskier didn’t even have the patience to build up a rhythm, just began fucking with abandon, and thankfully his cock hadn’t slipped out, yet, but Geralt knew he was close, could feel his cock twitch inside him, and hear the groans building in his chest as Jaskier rode him closer to orgasm.

Geralt just clenched around his cock as hard as he could, heard the catch in Jaskier’s breath and the stuttered gasp as he bent over his back and came, still quickly fucking into him until his orgasm ebbed and it was nothing more than the slow drag of Jaskier's cock in his hole, brushing against his prostate on every thrust that had him tense and his own cock leaking onto the sheets beneath him.

“Come on Jaskier, I know you’ve got more than that, finally got someone you can fuck with that pretty little cock of yours, don’t you want to use it?” He was answered as Jaskier just groaned a low yes, feeling him snap his hips against him and hearing the slick squelch of the come in his hole as he set a quick pace, his cock twitching to get hard with every thrust, and Geralt couldn’t help but groan as he rolled his hips back to meet him “That’s it Jaskier, just like that-“

He was cut short by his own groan and Jaskier’s curse when on the next thrust Jaskier pulled out too far, cursing as he fumbled with his cock, smearing it across his ass down to his balls until finally, he managed to get enough control to push it back into his hole, Jaskier’s fingers gripping his hips hard as he started fucking him again.

He was right, Jaskier was eager and pent up enough that he shot off like a teenager for hours, fucking him as a man possessed, and Geralt was lost in it, Jaskier’s cock brushing his prostate with every thrust and left him groaning as Jaskier milked his cock dry. The sheets below him soaked in sweat and come and left him clenching his jaw to stop his snarls escaping, all whilst Jaskier moaned above him, pressing messy kisses along the line of his spine, his neck, until they both were drained physically and metaphorically and collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty heap.

The smell of their come and sweat strong but not as strong as the waves of satisfaction rolling off of Jaskier, of the fatigue and arousal deep in his skin, and he knows in a few hours they’ll be doing all of this again, but at least now he won’t have to scent the burnt edge of frustration to him anymore. All he had to do was get on his knees and give Jaskier his pick of holes and if he were lucky maybe one day, he could get Jaskier on his back so he could milk his cute little cock for hours, or maybe edge him if he wanted to get him as desperate as he was tonight. Either way, he let sleep take him, bone tired as he was if he was going to have the energy to ride Jaskier’s cock in the morning.

#afterhours cw humiliation #afterhours cw scent kink #afterhours cw overstimulation #afterhours fic week #afterhours cw somnophilia #somno just cause it was mentioned as an idea

[venusiangguk]

hello stella wella! i was wondering do you or any stella town hotties have any ANGST jk fics. i’be been trying to find some for weeks now and i’m in the mood to start bawling

afterhours by okayymochi!!

#if anyone else has recs feel free to comment them !! #ask #anon #stellanswers <3

[teawithkpop]

I've gotten several asks over the past few weeks about the status of Phsycom, whether I'm continuing it, is it discontinued, etc.

The short answer is the fic is on hiatus until further notice.

I sincerely apologize to those who were hoping for an update sooner, and I'm thankful to those who are still excited about it all these months later.

I was in a much different mindset when I started writing Physcom after the fallout from a traumatic situation in my own life, and although I keep trying, I'm unable to get back in that frame of mind to keep the story consistent.

In a way, I suppose that's good, as it's a sign that I'm in a better place now mentally, but I'm hoping with enough distance I'll be able to revisit that place on my own terms, since I do want to see the story to its conclusion.

I have the next chapter written out all but the final scene, which I've tried to rewrite over and over, but it hasn't felt right. And I have pages of bulletpoints for how the fic ends, but it's the getting there, the transitional chapters, that are still muddy in my mind.

I'm also no longer as hyperfixated on kpop as I used to be. With the way my brain works, these things happen in cycles, so most likely I will get another wave of intense obsession over BTS at some point, and then I will for sure be back on here in some capacity, but for right now, trying to force myself to write about a subject I'm not hyperfixated on is just frustrating and pointless.

I have however been active in other fandoms - namely A3! - and have been dabbling in 4 different ask blogs, memes, and most recently voice acting (!) and asmr, which all have been bringing me immense joy and that's just what my brain wants to do right now to make the happy chemicals.

If you'd still like to follow the other shenanigans I get up to these days, the blogs I run are

@teawithotome

@mankai-onlyfans

@mankai-afterhours

@godtroupe-onlyfans

@kamekich-tea

And a youtube channel - teawithotome

Apart from that, I hope everyone stays healthy and hydrated, do what makes you happy, and I hope to see you all soon. ♡

#writing updates #♡♡♡

[bard-llama]

For the word ask!

Dress 💃

Ooooh, this is a good one! I'm gonna cheat a little bit because I have an unstarted idea specifically about a dress, so I'm gonna share that. But I'll also check my WiPs for the word!

So first, these are the notes I wrote down for a Foltest/Vernon/Triss fic. Warnings for age kink, feminization, uh... Foltest? kinda deserves his own warning sometimes lol

Foltest and Triss dress their little girl up all pretty and give her jewels and paint her face. Then they wreck her – make her cry so her makeup runs, make her go down on them so her lipstick gets smeared, etc.

So that will be coming in the future! But for now...

Hmm, it seems like I use 'undress(ed)' a lot, but I'm having trouble finding a WiP with an actual dress referenced. So... have a couple that come close?

This one is from a WiP I've had FOREVER that is Roche basically dreaming about being Iorveth's pleasure slave/pet/whatever.

Instead, all that mattered was that he was good for Iorveth. He didn’t have to do anything else or say anything else, didn’t have to smile and pretend he gave a single fuck about the courtiers all around. All he had to do was dress up all pretty the way Iorveth liked and warm Iorveth’s cock. There were no other expectations of him, nothing else he had to be bothered with.

And this one I'll give a little more than a sentence, 'cause I want to and also 'cause context probably helps. In this one, Emhyr sent Roche as a diplomatic ambassador to an elven ritual to 'be their sacrifice'. Which Emhyr probably didn't know what that meant, but Roche quickly discovers that it means (if he's willing) that he gets to get gangbanged by a ton of elves.

Iorveth tilted his head, looking Roche over in a way that made Roche feel lightning zinging across his nerves. “You clean up well, dh’oine,” Iorveth greeted, voice just as brash and arrogant as Roche had remembered.

“Likewise,” he cleared his throat. He was wearing a dress uniform that consisted of a Temerian blue tailcoat with silver brocade detailing on the cuffs and the collar, with a line of polished silver buttons down his chest. It wasn’t a uniform he wore often and frankly, given how hot it had been outside, he was sure his undershirt was stained with sweat, the small of his back turning cold as it dried.

In other words, while Iorveth looked downright regal and refined, he just felt awkward and uncomfortable in these fancy clothes.

Oh! I found one with an actual dress! And it isn't even my Lambert Big Bang fic which I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to stay mum about until my posting date and which I still need to finish ugh

This one is from a WiP with a younger Roche (around his early 20s) and I'll give you a few lines for context 😉

Vernon Roche may have been hired as a companion for the royal children, but the reality was, he still needed his first job. Fortunately, ever since his mom had taken over ownership of the Clarabelle, working there had gotten a lot more fun.

Since he’d turned of age, the afterhours hangouts promised to be a lot more fun, too. And this week in particular was going to be fun, because it was his turn with the titty key jewelry. The titty key necklace belonged to the Clarabelle as a whole, so all of them had gotten a chance with it before – but this was going to be Roche’s first time, and he was excited to try out the enchantment that would magically give him tits. Nice tits, too. The kind of tits that would let him wear a strapless dress out dancing.

“You know how to walk in heels, right?” his mom asked, fussing over his hair.

He gave her a look. “Mom, I walk better than you in heels.”

“That is patently false,” Eliza clicked her tongue. “But just be careful, okay? I don’t want to hear that they had to carry you home with a twisted ankle.”

He rolled his eyes, “I’ll be fine, Mom. We’re just gonna have some fun.”

#rorveth #iorveth x roche #foltest x triss x roche #WiPs #ask game

[sigcy]

We dabble in writing fics, as well! Here’s a slowburn sigcy fic (it’s still a WIP, first posted on AO3) that Mod Cricket and I worked on together. (Content Warning for Violence.) Part One.

 [ Next Part ]

as sweet as the sound

He met her many years ago. When she was still in University-- perhaps shortly thereafter. Her hair was short, bright like her eyes -- yet even brighter was her smile. When he sat down in the audience hall at the convention, He’d merely skimmed over her work she was presenting to them. Some fanciful concept of technology that could heal wounds in moments.

But as the young doctor strode on stage, the quiet, appropriate applause of the scientists and doctors and engineers around him all but melted away. She was young, nervous, naive. She wore a black dress, form-fitting and professional. It had short sleeves, rested at her knees with a flourish of fabric and lace, and a cinched belt of the same color accentuated her features. Her short hair had been half-pulled back, an attempt to make her perhaps look more mature. She was only twenty four. A prodigy in her field of bioscience and engineering.

And while it was not his area of expertise, he couldn’t help but applaud with everyone else.

He listened to her speak. She was Swiss-- he’d recognize that accent anywhere, even as she spoke English to the best of her ability. She spoke first of her upbringing-- what drove her to stand on that stage, in front of the greatest minds of the world. She spoke of the Crisis, and how too many had died. How too many children just like her had lost everything. Her life, her upbringing in a monastery, hidden away like something precious. Growing up so isolated, their only news from an archaic radio. But that it didn’t define her. That she was born to be what she became. She spoke of the caduceus technology that had been her thesis of study. A nanotechnology to amplify a human body’s own healing abilities-- thusly ignoring the human body’s rejection of microscopic robots. It could be produced cheaply, quickly, and even applied in various forms-- a gel, an electromagnetic biometric scanning stream, an IV mixed with other essential fluids. It was remarkable. Groundbreaking. She’d done all her equations correctly. The formulae easily adjusted for a person’s individual biometric need. In the face of the Crisis, and its aftermath, the entire audience hung on the edges of their seats. This would save countless lives and revolutionize battlefield medicine, along with traditional medicine. It would speed healing of an injury that would take weeks, if not months to heal, or otherwise be fatal. A figurative cure for cancer.

Another device to boot-- a suit, hooked in to a cybernetic spine. It allowed combat medics to quite literally fly to where they were needed. Out of harm’s way, or perhaps a momentary distraction long enough to finish off whatever enemy needed to be dealt with. Invasive, perhaps, but Ingenious.

As her presentation went on, and she asked for the backing of researchers around them, he leaned forward ever so slightly, looking around. Gauging the audience. Murmurs abounded, perhaps colleagues deciding yae or nay. He listened to the other scientific minds around him ultimately vote nay-- that more research had to be done. That this was just a child’s pipe dream.

A blonde man in navy blue caught his attention. Decorated with medals.

 Overwatch was here.

And judging by the look on the man’s face, Angela Ziegler was about to get herself an offer. Overwatch was certainly an astounding place to go right after her schooling. Or… She had spoken of her time in that hospital. Perhaps it had been an internship? No, no, no.

He was happy for her. Even if the two had never met, and likely never would. She was brilliant. Capable. Yet there was simply something about her that perplexed him. Even as the event ended with a standing ovation, his prediction of an offer coming true, and the weeks after that passed, he simply couldn’t stop thinking about her.

She was beautiful. Like an angel or cherub descending from some michelangelic painting from the ceiling of a grand, echoing cathedral. Her skin like porcelain, eyes as blue as ice. Hair as light and warm as the noonday sun. Her smile... He regretted not introducing himself and shaking her hand. Even as he secured his own work, and boarded a ship to work not on Earth-- but in space. Aboard a new space station designed by a successful Chinese development and engineering company-- Lijiang Industries.

It would be here that he would work on his own groundbreaking theories. A chance of a lifetime, and more.

  Harnessing Gravity.

Siebren pushed his fancy for the young doctor aside. Whatever his imagination let him want, he had been down that road before. A marriage ended from too much devotion to his work. He knew it was for the best-- she had her whole life ahead of her. He was too far gone.

And so he delved into his work. Days turned to weeks. Weeks to months. Months to years. He stopped paying much attention to the news and other current events streamed from Earth, absorbed in his equations, his thoughts, consumed by his theories. His assistants compiling his work into notes, and from there, his notes published into papers. With that money, it funded further research. Revolve, repeat. A circle of science and funding. He made steady progress. Prototypes of machines gone and by, and finally-- a breakthrough! He was told it wasn’t ready, that more work had to be done. That this would revolutionize space travel if researched correctly. But he hadn’t listened. He’d given his life for this dream. And so he tested the newest prototype himself, afterhours.

 No. No, this wasn’t right.

He saw fire, and ice, and an infinite, crushing nothingness-- a darkness that pulled him in enough that he lost himself. He was floating, and falling, and splitting, and coming together,  and whatever glimpses of people he saw were gone in a flash. There was no time for fear, yet it felt as though he had all the time in the universe. It was a sense of damning calm, as though the universe itself was clicking its tongue at he, the hapless child that happened to make a mark on mother’s freshly painted, star-dotted wall.

His mark. In the shape of an accretion disk, just at his fingertips.

#sigcy #sigmercy #angela ziegler #siebren de kuiper #overwatch fics #overwatch #ow #mod budgie

[aristocratic-otter]

Thank you to @scone-lover for the tag, I know it’s a week late, but I wasn’t feeling it last week. Here’s the last three things I’ve read and loved this week: Nice and Easy, buy @sbazzing: a fluffy domestic story with Baz and Simon slowly getting ready for a big event…this is a slice of life fic, lovely and heartwarming, with gorgeous art from @parijpg
https://archiveofourown.org/works/24473353 Sex and Blood by @captain-aralias: I have to admit that I have a weakness for the F*** or Die trope, and this is a masterwork of the category. Very explicit and I blushingly admit that I’ve read it several times. It seems Baz has a vampire problem. 
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19791214 Afterhours by @annabellelux: An enemies to lovers fic with the feel of a heist movie, this is fun, and somehow believably gets Simon and Baz from hate to love in one wild night. Spoiler alert, I hear that the crazier aspects of the story are 100% based on real life! https://archiveofourown.org/works/24174724 Forgive me if you’ve already posted today, I’m too lazy to go check, but I’ll tag the following folk to share their own recs: 
@thehoneyedhufflepuff, @peachpit-mo, @pipsqueakparker; @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @amphipodgirl, @knitbelove, @bazzybelle, @warriorbeeofthesea, @penpanoply

#CO/WS #thirstythursday

[annabellelux]

Trivia Tuesday!

Tagged by: @angelsfalling16 

Rules:

Creators: give a “behind the scenes” look at one of your works. This could be things that got removed or changed, the origins of ideas/details, whatever you like!

Fans: share bits of trivia from canon and challenge others to create something based on that trivia - fic, art, or something else!

This is a very cool tag! This week I’ll do some backstory on Afterhours. The CO discord has heard this already but: it’s heavily based on a true story. 

Don’t read this if you haven’t read Afterhours and don’t want to spoil it for yourself, buuuut: when I was 19 and staying in London for study abroad, I was the teensiest bit wild. The club I describe in Chapter 1 is real (though, for the life of me, I cannot remember what it was called, despite my research) and the Chapter 2 break-in to Hyde Park was real too. My Uber driver dropped me and a friend off on the wrong side of the park, so we cut through. The fence hopping, what are the odds? game, the free alcohol, the film students, and the making out against a tree aspects were heavily taken from my vodka soaked memories of getting home that July night.  

The entirety of Chapter 3 didn’t happen to me. My accomplice and I just had toast in my kitchen and didn’t talk about the kissing ever again. (If my accomplice is reading this right now... go away, how’d you find my tumblr?) 

If anyone tries to hold me accountable for this in a court of law, then this entire post is just satire. 

Tagging: @xivz @giishu @vkelleyart @pipsqueakparker @thehoneyedhufflepuff @melanycarryonfan @motherscarf @amphipodgirl @ninemagicks @warriorbeeofthesea @krisrix

#Trivia tuesday #Afterhours #Snowbaz #fanfiction #simon snow #baz pitch

[diamondcitydarlin]

more nandor x guillermo ideas in the vein of my last post: they decide to try the dating thing, but keep it on the down low so they can explore this new territory without people being nosy. But they’re REALLY bad at it. Like, they go out to dinner. They both dress up and look real nice and are awkwardly complimenting each other in the entry way and of course Lazlo and Nadja come wandering by like ‘wats goin on here tho’ and they’re like ‘NOTHING. WE’RE JUST HEADING OUT TO H&R BLOCK/THE ZOO’ ‘listenwereallyneedtogetourstorystraightbeforehand’ ‘you’re...going for a tax consultation and then to look at animals...?’ ‘...YEP that’s it’ ‘that sounds like a date. like an old married couple date’ ‘WHY WOULD IT BE A DATE IT’S NOT A DATE WE HAVE THINGS TO DO’ ‘can we come too then I didn’t realize the zoo was open this late’ ‘yeah it’s an afterhours thing and no it’s going to be very boring okaaay byyyeee’ 

-making out on couch, Colin Robinson wanders in and they jump apart real quick and try to act natural- 

“......were you guys just-” ‘I’M reading a book’ ‘I’M...watching TV’ “the TV isn’t even on” ‘WELL I’M WATCHING IT AS IT IS OK IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS WHAT I DO COLIN ROBINSON...such a prick, honestly’ (Colin then probably inserts himself between them do some energy feeding and boner kill tbh)

And everyone knows they’re dating after a point but allows them to keep clumsily sneaking around and trying to hide it until Nadja does a talking head thing like, ‘yes we know they’re secret lovers, we’ve known for some weeks now and it was kind of amusing at first but it’s starting to get kind of annoying’ (cut to moments of her like opening a closet to find them canoodling and some dumb excuse about helping Nandor find his jacket or some shit) 

ok I should probably write the fic lmao 

#nandor x guillermo #i need this in my life

[amandaoftherosemire]

Lightning Strikes Part Five

Fandom: Marvel Avengers AU

Pairing: Thor Odinson X Reader

Characters: Thor Odinson, Loki Odinson, Bucky Barnes

Author: @amandaoftherosemire​

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 5,280

Format: Series (Complete)

Warning: Language.

Summary: You spend time with Loki.

A/N: The first couple parts of this was written a while ago for @buckysforeverprincess 500 Follower Writing Prompt Challenge. Not consistent with Marvel canon. I have willfully and deliberately ignored the events of Infinity War. The Statesman made it to Earth after a largely uneventful journey and everyone is FINE. The only thing I’ve taken from Infinity War is Stormbreaker because it’s cool as hell.

I want to thank everyone who sticks with my fics since I’m terrible at updating regularly. I also want to thank everyone who leaves feedback or sends me messages about them. It really does encourage me to write. I might not have stuck with this if someone hadn’t dropped me an ask about it. This seems to be only true for me, but I have no problem with being asked when I’m going to update as long as you’re not a dick about it. 😄 

This one took me some time until I stopped trying to make Loki do anything. It sounds weird but after a while I started thinking the real thing was fucking with me for daring to think I was in charge.

Part Four: Idolatry here

Antithesis

Several weeks later you sat at your desk in your office at the compound and tried with all your might to focus on one of the worst parts of your job. Full of legalese that proved to you beyond a shadow of a doubt that half the lawyers in the world only existed because the other half did, you were knee-deep in some bullshit. Reading documents like this was literally your least favorite part of the job description.

And it certainly didn't help that the author of the document was a member of the legal department with whom you were unfortunately familiar. You'd made it a point to not drink that heavily at office events since. The man may have been hot, but he was also an arrogant, pretentious fuckrag.

You couldn't help but be preoccupied. The Odinson brothers were driving you to distraction, though for very different reasons. You were running on fumes at this point, but you didn't know how to stop. Between the two, you were only getting a few hours of sleep a night even if it was only in making up missed work. Neither man was very good with the concept of deadlines or limited amounts of time, though Loki was the far worse of the two. You imagined you could thank Thor's time living on Earth, not to mention his sweet nature, for his greater consideration.

Thor. When he was there, he was quite possibly perfect. Funny and good natured, he was a joy to be around the vast majority of the time. Most of the time you spent together he seemed determined to wring everything he could get out of every minute with you. It was delightfully intense, because it wasn't just sex. Honestly, you'd have preferred it if it was, because he was sweet, and charming, and scarily intelligent, and you were terrified you were falling head over heels in love with him.

When he was there, he was the perfect companion, attentive without being overbearing, energetic without being exhausting, sweet without being cloying. He was also one of the most interesting men you'd ever met, a veritable fount of knowledge with an easy willingness to impart it. He had great stories, and a somewhat dramatic way of telling them. On top of that, he was a great listener, eager to learn everything you'd tell him about yourself, your life, your world. You'd yet to spend a boring minute in his presence.

When he was there, he made you feel like no one ever had before, like you were glowing from the inside out. He didn't just make you feel special, he seemed to think you were remarkable, as though he'd never even imagined someone like you. Aside from his myriad attractions, the outrageous body, the dreamy smile, the sweet and generous nature, that wonder at the reality of you would have been irresistible on its own. He sometimes had a look in his eye like he couldn't believe you were real. The idea that someone as extraordinary as Thor, considering where he'd come from and all that he'd seen, could find you not only astonishing, but delightfully so, was captivating.

When he was there, he couldn't seem to keep his hands off you, as though he thought you the sexiest woman on the planet. Not only was he ready, willing, and eager to go to bed whenever and wherever, he'd happily spend all day at it if you'd let him. To your amused chagrin, you'd now had sex in any number of rooms in the compound that you'd never even set foot in before. He was an utter hedonist, deeply sensual, basely sexual, and without an ounce of shame in his entire gorgeous body. Being his lover was both exhilarating and exhausting.

When he was there, you forgot all the reasons you should not fall in love with Thor Odinson. When he was there, you couldn't think about anything but the fact that you were happier with him than you'd ever been before. When he was there, you let tomorrow worry about itself and lived in the moment.

As he made every moment a shimmering jewel, as every moment dazzled you, seduced you, destroyed you, it was dangerously easy to lose yourself in him. When he was there.

That was the thing, though. He most often was NOT there.

Which you got. And not in that bullshit way where you say you get it, but you're only saying it because you know you're supposed to. You actually got it. You knew Thor had more than you could imagine on his plate; busy didn't begin to describe it. That he took the time he did to spend with you wasn't just flattering, it had the romantic corner of your heart sighing dreamily.

Unfortunately, when Thor wasn't there, which was most of the time, you were entirely too aware of how doomed your relationship with him truly was. Whether you looked at the differences in your circumstances, the distance between your homes, or the insanity of your lives, there was no way this could possibly work long term; you were sure of it. When you added in the fact that he was a king, a god, a hero, it was just getting ridiculous.

Lastly, there was the terrible thought you'd had once in the middle of the night that you never let yourself think again but that sat in the back of your brain like a goblin, snickering and waiting for its chance to start gnawing on your mind. You'd first thought of it when you were once again alone; Thor had left the afternoon before and your bed was suddenly depressingly cold and lonely. After hours of sleepless worry about all the other things bound to go wrong, you'd had a thought so awful, of an obstacle so insurmountable, you'd immediately wrapped it in layers of oh hell no and stuffed in the darkest corner in the smallest, darkest closet of your mind. If you didn't think of it, you could allow yourself to enjoy this glorious fantasy until something else destroyed the dream.

You'd had the thought because of Loki, actually. Not because of something he'd deliberately pointed out, but an offhand comment regarding something that happened when he and Thor had been children. The story had been funny, and Loki had a way of drawing you in, but a tiny detail had stuck inside your mind like a bur. That detail chafed, keeping your brain scratching at it until you came to the realization that ruined your hopes and broke your heart. Like an oyster with a grain of sand, you'd started covering that thought in layers until your mind could glide over it easily without any scraping or stumbling.

Loki, on the other hand, was always there, both when you wanted him and not. He acted as though he had decided you were the only person in the compound he could stand for more than a few minutes. You suspected he liked plenty of people way more than he let on, but he seemed devoted to his persona of smug superiority. Unfortunately, this meant when Loki got bored, he came looking for you. Being forced to behave himself and stay in the compound did not amuse or entertain him so he came looking for you a lot. As a matter of fact, he came looking for you all. the damn. time.

You adored Loki, truly. It wasn't that you objected to spending time with him. It was that you could not make him care about the fact that you had other things to do. He had no qualms about interrupting your workday, no matter how many times you asked him not to, leading to plenty of afterhours catch-up. He thought most of what you did was stupid, so he didn't give two shits about getting in the way of it. It was strangely admirable, his dedication to not giving a fuck.

The problem was that Loki didn't cause as much trouble when you were catering to his whims and dancing attendance upon him. To be fair, Loki didn't really cause trouble; it was more that he subtly arranged circumstances in favor of the most dramatic or disastrous outcome. He loved to sit back and watch fireworks he'd personally arranged. When you'd confided your difficulties in Pepper, she had assured you that time spent placating Loki would be considered work time if for no other reason than that it gave everyone else a break. At her direction, you had been spending most of your time at the compound to make it easier for you to tend to him and make the team members' lives a little easier while Loki was in residence.

Which is how you knew, when he strode into your office with an air of impatience, you'd be giving in to his whims after a sham refusal you'd enact purely for form.

"I’m bored." Loki burst into the room the way he did everything, with an arrogance that bordered on contempt. Perhaps it was a sign of something wrong with you, but Loki's attitude, rather than offending you, perfectly tickled the perverse part of your sense of humor.

You didn't even look up from your paperwork. You were entirely too familiar with this tune to do more than absently bob your head along with the beat. You scoffed. "I care."

Loki stared holes in the top of your head, not that it ever seemed to bother you. But then you often reacted in unexpected ways. Is that why he kept scratching at you? If he could understand you, predict your behavior, would you finally bore him as much as most humans? "Why, exactly, do you do this?" he asked, as he settled into one of the chairs in front of your desk.

"No, it’s fine." You rolled your eyes but kept your eyes off Loki. You knew from experience that once you looked at him, he would consider the acknowledgement as validation and you'd spend the rest of the day answering his questions. "I’m not trying to parse legalese right now or anything."

Loki stayed silent. He refused to repeat himself. Also, he'd noticed that his silence seemed to exasperate you faster than anything else. He examined his cuticles while he waited for the quiet to do its work.

For a while, the only sound in the room was the brush of fabric as either of you shifted position and the whisper of each turn of the page. You often printed legalese like this out so that you could mark on it without the risk of sending something like 'who the fuck does this asshole think he is?' to the asshole in question. You vowed to keep doing it, if for no other reason than that it was so much more dramatic than rolling a scroll button on a mouse.

You could tell by the quality of the hush that settled over the room that Loki was in one of his more difficult moods, meaning that he would only get more and more petulant the longer you put him off. Though you hated to do it as a matter of principle, you knew giving in would cost you far less time and annoyance than pretending to allow him to irritate you into paying attention to him. The pragmatist in you would not allow you to stand on principle when there was no benefit to you other than self-righteousness.

You gave an exaggerated sigh as marked your place in the document with a quickly scrawled LNA, your code for Loki Needs Attention and the current time. Pepper had asked you to keep track of how much time you were spending dancing attention on the Asgardian prince, though you didn’t include the time you gave on your off-hours.

You placed the document into a file folder, closing it carefully and placing your interlaced fingers on top as you made it clear you were focusing on Loki under protest and with utmost exasperation.  "Why do I do what?"

Loki smiled inwardly even as his face moved into a sneer. "This!" He swept his arm out to take in the room they sat in. "Labor for these people?"

"Okay." You infused as much doubt as you could into the word. You looked around at your very nice office and decided not to ask what exactly he found so distasteful. "Two reasons. First, I love the things money can buy, like food and shelter and liquor. Second, because I’m fucking awesome at it. We done?" You lifted your eyebrows at him in the kind of bored disdain you knew he'd find most challenging, and thus most entertaining.

Loki matched your tone as he stood to wander the room and examine the furnishings. He did this every time. "I’d ask what you do in here, but frankly I don’t care."

You shot him a toothy grin and a beam of sarcastic cheer. "Great. Bye."

Loki didn't deign to answer this time. He knew he had you now. He could almost hear your mind rationalizing the decision to simply give in and give him what he wanted. In his experience, it was always best to let people manipulate themselves. He meandered over to the bookshelves, as he often did, where you had books and photographs taking up most of one long wall. Some of the books were work related, but plenty were from your personal collection.

Every time he came into this room, he liked to take a different book down from the shelf and skim through it. Your preferred reading material told him a great deal about you. Loki needed to understand you if he was to accurately assess the situation. He also liked to examine a different photo in the hopes of deciphering why you smiled like a lunatic in every picture you were in. He suspected it was something to hide behind, similar to his own superior smirk.

Loki eyes slid over the titles, looking for anything somewhat interesting that he hadn't already tried. He found human society largely boring if not aggravating, but he couldn't help but enjoy the art. He considered it mostly primitive, but with a raw energy that made it compelling. The depth and breadth of human art was the most impressive thing about the species, he thought. Not that that was saying much.

You were already bored watching him amble around your office. "Oh my god! You win; I don’t want to fight." Loki turned away from the bookcase with a smug smile. You laughed as soon as you saw it and rolled your eyes indulgently. "I’ll make you a deal. Give me an hour to take care of the most pressing matters, and at the end of that hour, I will set everything else aside to cater to your whims and find something to entertain you." You leveled a wryly amused look his way; you were both convinced you were outwitting the other but if you were honest the two of you just liked the drama of it.

Loki's face spread in a wickedly pleased smile and you couldn't help the little twinge of attraction that shimmered through you. Hell, you were faithful, not dead. Fairly gloating, Loki turned to leave. "I’ll be back in an hour."

"Outstanding,” you replied with a thin smile.

As Loki opened the door, Bucky was raising his fist to knock on it. The two men glared at one another for a moment before Bucky rolled his eyes and stepped back, sweeping his arm out in a mockery of gallantry. Loki sneered but walked by without comment.

"Hey, doll." Once Loki was out of the way, Bucky poked his head through the door. "You got a minute?"

You replied with a flirty smile and batted eyelashes. "For you? Always." Bucky smiled sweetly as he came in and shut the door. He looked a little uncomfortable as he took the seat Loki had recently vacated. "Uh-oh," you said with widened eyes and raised brows. "Is everything okay?"

"I don't know. Is it?" Bucky was still looking a little uncomfortable, but his eyes shone with concern. You were baffled.

You looked around, your expression serious but a touch confused. "Is this a riddle?"

Bucky's face softened into a smile. "I don't see you anymore; I miss you." He leaned forward and placed his hand palm up on your desk. "If Thor isn't here, Loki is monopolizing your time."

"You have no idea," you replied with a laugh as you leaned forward to place your hand in his. You squeezed gently and would have let go if he hadn’t held on. You frowned and tilted your head. “What?”

Bucky didn’t smile, and you realized that whatever this was, he was serious. “I'm worried,” he confessed, and you could tell he was concerned that he was crossing a line. This was new territory in your friendship and such things always caused Bucky a ton of anxiety.

You felt a pang of remorse that you’d forgotten about your other friends when the Odinson brothers had come into your life. Bucky was incredibly dear to you and you knew how difficult he sometimes found living at the compound. He'd once confessed that half the time the only thing keeping him there was Steve. You sometimes suspected he relied upon your company a great deal as well, not that he'd ever said anything. You couldn't help but feel guilty for being so distracted.

Bucky let go of your hand when you stood up and walked around the desk to sit in the chair next to his. You leaned back casually and crossed your legs, hoping to make it clear by your demeanor that you did not consider the subject off-limits or over the line. “About Thor?” you inquired with a sassy smirk. “Or Loki?”

“Truth be told, both,” Bucky replied with a wry laugh, “but Loki is the more immediate threat.”

"Well, love, I have good news and bad news." You leaned your elbow on the chair arm and placed your chin on your fist. "The bad news is that Loki would drive you all mad if I didn't keep him somewhat occupied. The good news is that he's not a threat, just a pain in my ass." You dropped your hand to Bucky's forearm and squeezed gently. "I know you don't understand this, but I like Loki.'

Bucky looked down at your hand, surprised to find that it didn't bother him that you were touching his metal arm. Perhaps it was because you hadn't seemed to notice. "Why?" he asked, his voice rich with a wealth of confusion, doubt, and amused disbelief.

You laughed and used the hand on his arm to push at him. "I like smartasses. Why do you think I'm madly in love with you?"

"Fine," Bucky smiled, but his eyes still looked worried. “Just promise me that you won't make the mistake of trusting him.”

“I'll thank you to not insult my intelligence,” you scoffed in reply. When Bucky didn’t answer, just continued to watch you carefully, you rolled your eyes and answered with a wry half-smile. “Oh my god, I promise.”

“Good.” Bucky relaxed into the chair with a wicked grin. “Now, you wanna tell me everything about Thor?”

Your expression turned sly as you shot a matching grin his way. “How much time you got?”

A few days later your office door flew inward with a slam as Loki’s voice rang out. “Y/N!”

You, once again, did not bother to look up from your work. “Sure. Come on in. I'm not quite obviously terribly awfully busy or anything.”

“I don't even know what odd human things you do in here, let alone why it matters.” Loki moved to the other side of the desk and looked down his nose at you from his towering height.

You shrugged and murmured absently, “Since you're asking—"

“I most certainly am not.” Loki cut you off with a sneer.

You finally looked up at Loki, blinking to bring yourself back to the present. “Did you come in here for an actual reason, or did you just need someone to pay attention to you?”

“How is that not an actual reason?” His lips twitched ever so slightly, something you'd learned was one of his tells. He was in one of his playful moods, which was surprising considering how put out he had been the day before when you'd opted to spend your evening with Steve and Bucky. Loki had hidden it well, but he'd been irritated under the disdain when he refused to join you.

The corner of your mouth curled up just a hair as you responded. "Loki, to your astonishment I’m sure, catering to your moods is not actually in my job description."

Loki, ever mercurial, turned away from you to walk to your bookshelves. "If you’re certain you don’t have any time for me; I suppose I can amuse myself."

"I know that’s meant to send a chill down my spine." Your voice was dry as dust, but the genuine amusement came through loud and clear. "And it does, but it is not the policy of this office to negotiate with terrorists.”

"Pet," Loki's voice had taken on a strange timbre when he said the word, and it sent a literal shiver down your spine, but whether it was fear or desire you weren't entirely sure. "I’d much rather annoy you than someone else. The others aren’t as much fun."

You opted to put the sensation out of your mind. If it was fear there was little good dwelling on it would do for you. If it was desire, dwelling on it would most definitely make things worse. You answered as though his voice hadn't taken on an almost seductive tone. "If you will behave yourself for the rest of the morning, I’ll take a long lunch and give you my undivided attention the whole time. Deal?"

Loki smiled.

After you'd eaten a quick lunch, you drug Loki outside to enjoy the sunshine. Once you'd flopped down onto the grass and braced yourself on your elbows to tilt your face to the sun, you slanted a raised eyebrow in his direction. "Okay, spill. What’s your deal?"

You had your eyes closed against the light, but you could hear the sneer on his face loud and clear. "I beg your pardon?"

"Loki," you began and there was a wealth of patience in your tone. You opened one eye to fix him with a gimlet stare. "I am neither naïve nor stupid. Why are you paying so much attention to me? Is it because I'm banging your brother?"

The sneer twisted from arrogance to disgust. "For reasons that currently escape me, I actually enjoy your company." You gasped dramatically and let your muscles go limp, dropping to the ground in a mock faint. Loki rolled his eyes even as his mouth twitched. "I know. I was shocked, too."

You opened your eyes and looked up at his amused scorn. Though most wouldn't understand why, you were deeply touched. This was probably the nicest he'd ever been to a human. You smiled at him, and for once it was utterly genuine and sincere, with no sarcasm or disdain to hide behind. "Loki, are we friends?"

Loki watched you out of the corner of his eye. He had long ago learned to hide his true feelings behind whatever mask suited his needs best at any given time. He had seen in you the same tendency for all you hid behind careless charm and a sense of humor. Until this moment, however, he hadn't suspected that you hid a tender heart.

He had thought you were one like him, cynical, cold, careless. To find in your open and unguarded smile something sweet and wholesome explained one conundrum even as it raised a whole host of other problems. He felt a tiny twinge of remorse, a rarity for him even these days. He sniffed. "No. You're my pet."

"Then I expect you to start bringing me presents and treats." You closed your eyes again and spoke archly. You could tell something bothered him and assumed it was his discomfort with anything resembling sincerity or sentiment. "If I'm going to be a pet, I insist on being a spoiled one."

Loki turned his head to look at you properly. He could tell immediately what you were doing and found it both disarmingly sweet and deeply disturbing. You were far too perceptive for you own good and he still had many, many secrets to protect. "You are wasted on my brother. You know that, right?"

You hated when he did this. You steadfastly refused to discuss with Loki whatever was happening between you and Thor. Though their relationship seemed easier than you’d expected, considering the stories you’d heard from others, there was still a tension between them you didn’t understand and neither man seemed interested in explaining.

The few times Loki had commented on your relationship with Thor, he’d made it clear he disapproved. You also steadfastly refused to ask what exactly he disapproved of. You allowed Loki to tell stories from their past, but you would not talk about your present. It felt… disloyal. To both of them.

“I do not. Your brother doesn't waste a bit of me.” You kept your eyes closed but let your lips curve into a satisfied feline smile. “He uses every part.”

The horrified silence that followed had you prying one eye open to glance up at Loki. You immediately burst into fits of wicked laughter at the look of disgust and loathing you found on his face. “Why would you say such a thing to me?” he asked, his tone rich with disbelief and a hint of hurt.

“You're being a dick,” you replied with a careless shrug and a challenging grin when you’d stopped laughing.

Loki expression hardly changed, but his face took on a sinister cast that had a chill running down your spine. For the first time since you’d met him, you truly believed him capable of the things you knew he’d done. “He'll never truly appreciate you,” he mocked, both sly and cruel, “because he'll never truly understand you.”

You yawned, deliberately, as his words and demeanor were making you sick to your stomach. “You make me sound so complicated and mysterious.” You closed your eyes again, a deliberate dismissal. “It’s dumb, but I dig it.”

Loki made a sound somewhere between a scoff and a snort. “You may be able to fool those like my brother too dull and blind to see what you really are, but don’t insult me.”

“And what am I?” Your voice was harsh as you asked the question, and you sat up to look Loki full in the face. You were holding onto your temper with both hands; only the knowledge that he would love to goad you into a tantrum restraining you. “Really?”

“A realist, like me.” Loki was well aware of what he was doing. He turned his head and looked out across the grass at the main building. He wondered what it would take to truly set you off and considered it necessary to find out. “You don't concern yourself with what's right, but what's expedient.”

You frowned. This wasn’t what you were expecting, and you weren’t sure how to proceed. He was being insulting, but in a way that made you question whether that was his intent. “I prefer to think of myself as a pragmatist,” you said slowly. Your somewhat warped sense of humor rushed to the fore and you laughed as you pushed at his shoulder, not that you moved him even a little. “And I do so worry about doing what's right. I just take what's expedient into account, too.”

The corner of Loki’s mouth lifted in a small smile. Your casual shrug as you said the last only proved his point as far as he was concerned. “You also have a talent for reframing things in your favor. Of shuffling words until you're in the right. I admire that.”

“So, you're saying I'm too good for your brother because I’m too much like you?”

“No,” he chuckled. “He's too good for the both of us. I'm saying he'll never comprehend your true worth because he's too good.”

“Okay.” You weren’t sure how he’d managed to drag you into this conversation. Now that you had been, however, you desperately wanted to know why. "For the sake of argument, let's assume that I accept your premise. What's your fucking point?"

Loki finally looked at you, one brow raising in mock surprise. "Do I need one?" You raised a matching eyebrow, but yours was skeptical. Loki narrowed his eyes, his expression turning menacing. "I’m somewhat fond of you. I don’t think I’d enjoy seeing you in pain."

Unable to help yourself, even knowing you'd end up paying for it, you snickered outright. "I have bad news for you, Loki. It sure seems like you’re my friend."

The look of disgust Loki shot your way had you erupting into gales of delighted laughter. Worth it.

You never did get a straight answer out of him, but that was only to be expected. Loki could give lessons on inscrutability. You opted to file away the conversation for further contemplation at a later date.

Even though you weren't entirely sure why Loki had given you what you assumed was a warning, you were sure that Loki never did anything without reason. The reason may seem batshit crazy to you, but it was there. If he felt the need to speak on the subject, he had a purpose. However, you also couldn't discount the possibility that he was simply fucking with you for his own entertainment.

Regardless, you put it away, knowing you’d end up obsessing on it in the middle of the night during some bout of insomnia when Thor wasn’t there to exhaust you into sleep.

The next day you burst into the common kitchen in a towering rage, holding something sparkling and pink. You flung the thing at Loki’s feet, your entire demeanor pure, unbridled fight me. Pushing your face into his as best you could considering his height, you pointed imperiously at the ridiculous thing he'd left in a beautifully wrapped gift box on your desk. You shouted, your voice practically booming through the room and turning all heads your way, "Did you gift wrap a fucking leash?!"

Loki was as close to speechless as he ever got. The sight of you in a full-blown temper was something truly magnificent. Your narrowed eyes sparkled with rage and your lips parted to let furious huffs of breath through. He found it interesting that passion, whether from anger or desire, made you beautiful.

Rather than say that, however, Loki’s lips curved in an amused smile as he replied, “I thought you want to be spoiled, pet.” His expression shifted into a mockery of innocence. “Is this not what you meant?”

Loki braced for the explosion, certain he’d pushed you into losing your temper completely. Instead, the humor of the moment struck you with such force that you couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up inside you. He’d somehow acquired a cat collar that spelled out your name in rhinestones, for fuck’s sake.

As your expression melted from furious insult to genuine merriment, Loki felt another of those annoying pangs of remorse. It really was too bad. As humans went, you’d just become one of his favorites.

Part Six: Crucible here

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Welcome to the Roundup for @fannibalfest-toronto  and @hannibalcreative 's ThreeOfSwords Valentine's Fest!

Thank you so much to our Fannibal Family who participated in spades in this festival of hearts. Please give love to the creators with your comments and kudos and reblogs and retweets!

ART

Chocolate by anemic_corpse

Summary:

Gen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Untitled by funkycoon10

Summary: Hannigram as knights.

Mature

Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Happy Valentine's Day! by LadyHydrangeas

Summary:

Gen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Alana Bloom, Margot Verger

Marlana

Hannibal Ink Drawing by lxchiffre

Summary: Hannibal drawing for #threeofswords!! I rarely use ink and everything is wonky but I had a good time!!

Unrated

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Hannibal Lecter

"Knight Thingy" by and_starlight

Summary:

Teen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Crimson Peak AU -2 by flamecrownedstag

Summary: and more crimson peak au for #ThreeOfSwords

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Untitled by ni_cole_slaw

Summary: Will Graham as Saint Sebastian.

Mature

Graphic Depictions of Violence

Will Graham

Gen ( no pairings)

Murder Husbands Valentine's Tango by rrimu

Summary: I visited Valparaíso (Chile), and among all the beauty I saw, I found a little space in the streets where people were dancing Tango. It was so amazing! I was inspired. I imagined the husbands dancing Tango to celebrate Valentine’s Day or something, idk…

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Art for "A Part Of His Soul" by nonexistenz

Summary: I drew this inspired by @hannibalsimago's story A Part Of His Soul, check it out please. It was fun to try drawing these two.

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Galahad, Tristan

Tristhad

Madam Monstra and Mistress Lamb by Fourpurpleeyes

Summary: Madam Monstra and Mistress Lamb; Killer Queens dressed in a Valentine’s Day Theme

Unrated

Graphic Depictions of Violence

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Prayers for your Lovers by Fourpurpleeyes

Summary:

Mature

Graphic Depictions of Violence

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Happy Valentine’s to all FANNIBALS by BrknDeathAngel

Summary:

Gen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Untitled by turstrawberry

Summary:

Mature

Graphic Depictions of Violence

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Untitled by manhandlaa

Summary:

Teen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter

Gen ( no pairings)

3 Hearts by hanni_obsessed

Summary:

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Untitled by hanni_obsessed

Summary: A little Hannigram love.

Gen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Valentines Day Card by hanni_obsessed

Summary:

Gen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Untitled by hanni_obsessed

Summary:

Teen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Be My Valentine by hanni_obsessed

Summary: "It's said, one must keep their heart open..."

Mature

Graphic Depictions of Violence

Gen ( no pairings)

Untitled by ashandriar

Summary:

Gen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter

Gen ( no pairings)

Madam Monstra and Mistress Lamb by killedmyskills

Summary: Madam Monstra and Mistress Lamb, my Killer Queens, dressed in a Valentine’s Day Theme

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

They'd find us in a week by clairvoi3

Summary: "and they’d find us in a week, when the buzzards get loud, after the insects have made their claim, and the foxes have known our taste, and the raven has had his say, I’ll be home with you, I’ll be home with you" Some morbid love for the Three of Swords fest

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Prayers for Your Lovers by killedmyskills

Summary: The Red Thread of Fate is an East Asian belief originating from Chinese legend. According to this myth, the gods tie an invisible red cord around those that are destined to meet one another. According to Chinese legend, the deity in charge of “the red thread” is believed to be Yuè Xià Laorén, the old lunar matchmaker god, who is in charge of marriages. The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break. Hannibal’s pose... exposes his heart, however, because Will is someone who can open him up and see his true intentions: someone he’s willing to wait for in loving, still devotion, like a corpse laying, yearning to be dissected, owned by Will entirely.

Mature

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

ThreeOfSwords Will Graham Watercolour by wisesnail

Summary: C'è qualcosa dentro di me / Che è sbagliato / E non ha limiti E c'è qualcosa dentro di te / Che e’ sbagliato / Ma ci rende simili La Vedova Bianca - Afterhours (more or less: There is something inside of me / That is wrong / And knows no bounds And there is something inside of you / That is wrong / But makes us alike ) Flowers meaning: Ambrosia: your love is reciprocated Arbutus: Thee only do I love

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Three Hearts Hannibal Original Photo by hannibal-obsessed

Summary: Day 10 of #hannibalobsessed’s 3rd Anniversary Celebration + #threeofswords Fest!! I used a filter over the original photo to give it a painted feel.

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter

Gen ( no pairings)

Hannibal's Quest by matildaparacosm

Summary: Hear ye,fannibals! Hannibal’s quest! He travelled the world with his faithful companion Chiyoh. To find Will,the woods’ spirit,who haunted his dreams.

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Fantasy AU

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Chiyoh

Hannigram

The Psychiatrist and The Devil by hannibalartblog

Summary: The dynamics between Alana Bloom and Hannibal Lecter are my favorites <3<ul>

UnratedNo Archive Warnings ApplyHannibal Lecter, Alana BloomHannibloom

Kissing Hannigram Funko by hannibal-obsessed

Summary: Day 11 of #hannibalobsessed’s 3rd Anniversary Celebration + #threeofswords Fest!! Kissing Hannigram Funkos.

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Marlana Crimson Peak AU by flamecrownedstag

Summary: Fan art of Marlana, Crimson Peak AU

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Alana Bloom, Margot Verger

Marlana

Hannibal, Will and their common broken heart. by Pandacambi

Summary:

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Untitled by OldManSunchips

Summary: Hannibal and Will sharing bloody bath water.

Mature

Graphic Depictions of Violence

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Untitled by weedcorndog

Summary: Will resting on Hannibal's lap after some "extreme cuddling."

Mature

Graphic Depictions of Violence

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Hannigram Valentines by anemiccorpse

Summary: Hannigram valentines baking

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Hannigram Puppies by epohribna

Summary: Hannigram domestic murder husbands with puppies!

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Super Sappy Social Media Boys by beatricenius

Summary: Super sappy social media boys for @fannibalfest-toronto and @hannibalcreative #ThreeOfSwords fest. Not pictured: Hannibal turning down the lights and blasting lamenting arias while waiting for Will to return (because we all know he’s a nerd like that)

Unrated

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Hannigram Knights by ash-and-starlight

Summary: A knight thingy for @hannibalcreative and @fannibalfest-toronto ThreeOfSwords fest!

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Hannigram Kiss by fandomsnerd

Summary: Fan art of kissing Hannigram

Unrated

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Three Of Swords Text Art by psychoticobsessedfannibal

Summary: Using the plot for Primavera. As always, everything is done manually on a Word document. Enjoy your murdery Valentines!

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Gen ( no pairings)

Valentine's Hannigram by brokendeathangel

Summary: Some Valentine's Hannigram-- Happy Valentine’s Day to all Fannibals!

Unrated

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

An Untamed Force Art by krey9art and jollyjet

Summary: This art takes inspiration from a fic full of love – An Untamed Force. Alpha!Hannibal’s consummate love for Omega!Will is the passion we both need to be able to work on this piece of art together! Original Fic by DrHannibalLecterMD 2017

Mature

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

A/B/O

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Werewolf & Cannibal strip #18 by hannibalartblog

Summary: Yes, Will can reach a full feral form, that looks more like a big fluffy dog (probably because curly fur and blue eyes) than a wolf, so he decided to exploit it for stealing a “I love you” from his very special friend, Alana Bloom!

Unrated

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Alana Bloom

Hannigram, Will Graham/ Alana Bloom

ThreeOfSwords Cannimals by byk23

Summary: Cannibals for ThreeOfSwords! Hannipenguin and Will Mongoose :)

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Gen ( no pairings)

“Valentine Written on a Broken Man” Lightbox by Mischallany

Summary: A papercut lightbox of the “valentine written on a broken man” from Primavera. It’s made up of 6 separated layers of paper and is in a shadowbox, with LED lights attached to a battery pack in the back that I can turn on or off. There are also modes that allow the light to flash or slowly fade on and off. There is also a cut out a “reminder of mortality” and antlers. These aspects only visually appear when the light is turned on, representing a transition from reality into the imagination/mind palace, as is what happens in the show when Will’s pendulum swings.

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Gen ( no pairings)

Valentine's Hannidoll and Tiny Will by mihatrochael

Summary: Photo shoot set of Hanni Doll & Tiny Will for Valentine's Day / ThreeOfSwords

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

#ThreeOfSwords micromosaic pendant w/pearl strand. by DireJackalope

Summary:

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Valentines Pop-Up Card by trememdoussandwichchaos

Summary: Hannibal themed Valentine’s Day Card with a Pop Up heart inside

Unrated

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Hannibal Lecter

Gen ( no pairings)

Bee My Valentine by hannibalartblog

Summary: Chibi Jimmy Price and Brian Zeller for the #ThreeOfSwords Valentine’s fest

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Brian Zeller, Jimmy Price

Preller

EDITS

Rose Petals & Glass Shards- Moodboard by jadegreenworks

Summary: Moodboard for the fic "Rose Petals & Glass Shards" by wraithsonwings

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

My Murder Wives by folieadeux_cd

Summary: Marlana Gif

Mature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Alana Bloom, Margot Verger

Marlana

Perfect Stranger by victorineb

Summary: A modern Valhalla Enchanted fic, based on the prompt: Person A is super sad and it’s super late so they call up their best friend to tell them to meet person A in the park. When person A hears a car pull up, they automatically assume that it’s their best friend, but in reality ENTER PERSON B. Now person B is being tackled in the dark out of nowhere with some random stranger crying into their chest about their latest existential crisis. What happens next is up to u my friend.

Teen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Charmont, One Eye, Ella of Frell

Valhalla Enchanted (Charmont/One Eye)

Hannigram Forbidden Love Greek AU-Edit by graham-muffin

Summary: Hannigram Forbidden Love AU set in Greek Era

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Margot Verger and Alana Bloom- Murder Wives! by folieadeux-carolinedhavernas

Summary: Marlana forever!

Mature

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Alana Bloom, Margot Verger

Marlana

How Far I'll Go by destinyawakened, mrs-graham-lecter and Identically-different

Summary: Nigel pays for Lee to come to Hong Kong for a Valentine's Day surprise, one that could be life altering.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Lee Fallon, Nigel

BearDogs (Nigel/Lee)

All manner of uncomfortable positions by cinnamaldeide

Summary: Will touches Hannibal for the first time out of affection not because of clinical reasons and Hannibal unconsciously leans instantly into the touch, the touchstarved bastard, will notices and Hannibal gets all flustered and vulnerable... if I have one headcanon for s4 it’s a touchstarved Hannibal and one wish it’s an emotionally vulnerable Hannibal ;)

Mature

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

A/B/O

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Jack Crawford

Hannigram

Winging the Water Over the Rails by littlethingwithfeathers

Summary: She'd gotten out on the beach late that day. Even with her eyes closed, Abigail could feel the sun already beginning to sag in the sky as the afternoon began to creep towards evening. She cast her senses to her surroundings as she wondered what the rest of the day might hold. Will had joined her in the sand some time ago, keeping a careful distance in the shade of an umbrella. She could still hear the soft whisper of turning pages as he read a book. But he was a faster reader than the sound of shifting paper belied, so she knew she was being watched. Admired. The thought made her arch a little against the towel, imagining she could hear his breath catch as he watched the slow, luxuriating roll of her body.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Abigail Hobbs

Hannigram, Will Graham/Abigail Hobbs, Will Graham/Abigail Hobbs/Hannibal Lecter

Trope: Magical Healing Penis (Hannigram AU) by desperatelyseekingcannibals

Summary: Actor Will Graham was having a great time competing in Dancing On Ice with his skate partner Hannibal Lecter. But when an injury threatens to put them out of the running, things take an interesting turn…

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

A/B/O

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

I Love Being Yours by slashyrogue

Summary: Mostro is the best dog Will has ever had.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Mostro

Hannigram

Trope: Porn Star AU (Hannigram AU) by desperatelyseekingcannibals

Summary: A porn star, a businessman, a one night stand... that lasts a little longer than planned.

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

A/B/O

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

You Set My Heart On Fire by fragile-teacup

Summary: A one-shot Hannibal/Yuri On Ice crossover. Influences from Yuri On Ice: Yuuri skating to Viktor's program, the infamous Grand Prix Final banquet and the final pairs skate. It is not necessary to have seen Yuri On Ice to read this (although as someone who sees quite a few parallels between the main couples, I highly recommend the show to all Fannibals!). Will Graham is a twenty-three year old ice skater, who has had a major crush on Hannibal Lecter (twenty-seven year old Lithuanian ice-skating legend and five-times World Champion) ever since he can remember. Cue their first proper meeting, at BloodFest 2018, an annual event that raises awareness about organ donation. (Sorry - I couldn't resist!)

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Randall Tire, Jack Crawford

Hannigram

À Mon Seul Désir by cheerios-and-pocket-lint

Summary: It should be just another day, but it's not. Will is finally ready to accept his past and his future. This fic was inspired by a series of tapestries called the Lady and the Unicorn. The first five tapestries are dedicated to the senses–taste, hearing, sight, smell, and touch–while the sixth tapestry features the words À mon seul désir. The phrase translates to “my only desire”. The tapestry’s true meaning is unknown, but it’s often interpreted as representing love or understanding.

Gen

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Mark The Day by petite-mortem

Summary: Will is a cute, sassy muffin. Hannibal loves him though. A little something I wrote for Valentine’s for the lovely fannibal family :)

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Sleepy Valentine by desperatelyseekingcannibals

Summary: Adam is exhausted, but it’s Valentine’s and he’ll be damned if overwork is going to stop him celebrating with his wonderful boyfriend! A new instalment in the It’s Not A Secret series.

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Adam Towers, Elias

Basic Chickens

Three Of Swords by thisismydesignhannibal

Summary: Hannibal and Will have returned to Italy, together this time. But a train trip from Florence to Palermo has made Hannibal strangely pensive. Is it the past he broods over? The future? Will’s curious to find out, but it turns out to be even more than he was expecting.

Mature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

FIC

All manner of uncomfortable positions by cinnamaldeide

Summary: Will touches Hannibal for the first time out of affection not because of clinical reasons and Hannibal unconsciously leans instantly into the touch, the touchstarved bastard, will notices and Hannibal gets all flustered and vulnerable... if I have one headcanon for s4 it’s a touchstarved Hannibal and one wish it’s an emotionally vulnerable Hannibal ;)

Mature

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

A/B/O

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Jack Crawford

Hannigram

Winging the Water Over the Rails by littlethingwithfeathers

Summary: She'd gotten out on the beach late that day. Even with her eyes closed, Abigail could feel the sun already beginning to sag in the sky as the afternoon began to creep towards evening. She cast her senses to her surroundings as she wondered what the rest of the day might hold. Will had joined her in the sand some time ago, keeping a careful distance in the shade of an umbrella. She could still hear the soft whisper of turning pages as he read a book. But he was a faster reader than the sound of shifting paper belied, so she knew she was being watched. Admired. The thought made her arch a little against the towel, imagining she could hear his breath catch as he watched the slow, luxuriating roll of her body.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Abigail Hobbs

Hannigram, Will Graham/Abigail Hobbs, Will Graham/Abigail Hobbs/Hannibal Lecter

Trope: Magical Healing Penis (Hannigram AU) by desperatelyseekingcannibals

Summary: Actor Will Graham was having a great time competing in Dancing On Ice with his skate partner Hannibal Lecter. But when an injury threatens to put them out of the running, things take an interesting turn…

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

A/B/O

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

A Part Of His Soul by Hannibalsimago

Summary: A very young knight makes some incredibly bad choices while inebriated. "Arthur spoke. “I am deeply ashamed Galahad. You have wounded a brother knight multiple times over this night with your arrogance, disregard, callousness, cruelty, thoughtlessness, pride and ignorance. I am greatly tempted to oust you from the knights as of this moment. You have wounded Tristan as deeply as if he had sustained a mortal blow in combat. What’s worse is, you have no idea of the wrong you have done nor the extent of the damage you have caused.” Is there anyway back from this?

Mature

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Galahad, Tristan

Tristhad

Rose Petals & Glass Shards by wraithsonwingsposts

Summary: Set post Ko No Mono. The morning after the ortolan dinner, and Hannibal's invited Will for a special breakfast.

Teen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

I Love Being Yours by slashyrogue

Summary: Mostro is the best dog Will has ever had.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Mostro

Hannigram

Trope: Porn Star AU (Hannigram AU) by desperatelyseekingcannibals

Summary: A porn star, a businessman, a one night stand... that lasts a little longer than planned.

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

A/B/O

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Bliss by dancey94

Summary: They are somewhere remote, somewhere where they can afford to be themselves. They enjoy the domestic routine, and then there's a book which Will reads and it makes him wonder: are they a gross domesticated couple? Definitely not. Would he like them to be?

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

You Set My Heart On Fire by fragile-teacup

Summary: A one-shot Hannibal/Yuri On Ice crossover. Influences from Yuri On Ice: Yuuri skating to Viktor's program, the infamous Grand Prix Final banquet and the final pairs skate. It is not necessary to have seen Yuri On Ice to read this (although as someone who sees quite a few parallels between the main couples, I highly recommend the show to all Fannibals!). Will Graham is a twenty-three year old ice skater, who has had a major crush on Hannibal Lecter (twenty-seven year old Lithuanian ice-skating legend and five-times World Champion) ever since he can remember. Cue their first proper meeting, at BloodFest 2018, an annual event that raises awareness about organ donation. (Sorry - I couldn't resist!)

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Randall Tire, Jack Crawford

Hannigram

Never Let You Go by vix-spes

Summary: In the aftermath of Badon Hill, Galahad and Tristan's relationship traverses a somewhat rocky road.

Teen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Galahad, Tristan

Tristhad

À Mon Seul Désir by cheerios-and-pocket-lint

Summary: It should be just another day, but it's not. Will is finally ready to accept his past and his future. This fic was inspired by a series of tapestries called the Lady and the Unicorn. The first five tapestries are dedicated to the senses–taste, hearing, sight, smell, and touch–while the sixth tapestry features the words À mon seul désir. The phrase translates to “my only desire”. The tapestry’s true meaning is unknown, but it’s often interpreted as representing love or understanding.

Gen

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Bee Mine by FoxtrotFannibal

Summary: Post-WOTL. Brian and Jimmy return from separate vacations and start to cope with all the post-Will and Hannibal drama. Preller becomes more than lab flirtations and celebrates Valentine's Day

Mature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Beverly Katz, Brian Zeller, Jimmy Price, Jack Crawford

Hannigram, Preller

How Far I'll Go by 11Mydesign11, Destinyawakened and IdenticallyDifferent

Summary: Nigel pays for Lee to come to Hong Kong for a Valentine's Day surprise, one that could be life altering.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Lee Fallon, Nigel

Lee Fallon/Nigel (Charlie Countryman), Hannibal Lecter/Nigel (Charlie Countryman)

Cross Your Heart by thequeerestdad

Summary: I put together a Cabin in the Woods AU around Hannibal and Will as monsters captured and utilized for their deadly skills. Love and tragedy (and lots of sex and violence) abound. Three Part Fic.

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Horror

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Desire... The Fractal Story by DuchessofYork and Elefant

Summary: Hannibal is a renowned ER surgeon, and he is also unhappily married with Bedelia du Maurier. Nothing prepared Hannibal to face Michelangelo’s David, living and breathing, here in the Renaissance Harborplace hotel ballroom. He was stunningly beautiful! Hannibal’s movements, as he turned, attracted the attention of the speaker who looked unconsciously in his direction, azure blue gaze met amber one, as if hell and heaven broke free. For a few seconds, they both stopped breathing and were unable to regain control of their actions. Then Hannibal automatically gave a blissful smile and the speaker cleared his throat again before pointing the laser at the slide on the screen behind him. Nothing else indicated that their lives were irremediably entwined from now on…

Unrated

Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Bedelia du Maurier, Beverly Katz, Brian Zeller, Jimmy Price, Jack Crawford, Frederick Chilton, Freddie Lounds, Randall Tire

Hannigram, Bedannibal, Bedelia Du Maurier/Frederick Chilton

Mark The Day by petite-mortem

Summary: Will is a cute, sassy muffin. Hannibal loves him though. A little something I wrote for Valentine’s for the lovely fannibal family :)

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Sugar and Salt by allione

Summary: Some fluff for the Three of Swords-Valentines fest! (With just a bit of angst.) Ties in with “A blackish red hue” I guess but just as well standalone.

Gen

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

A Room For A Kiss by dancey94

Summary: “Describe the room you store our first kiss in,” Will asked as his fingers were tracing a path over Hannibal’s chest.The sky was an annoying shade of orange and it was the only thing Hannibal could see out the window. The clock on the wall read just after two in the morning. Exactly how long had they been engaging in lovemaking that night? Hannibal remembered the dinner at seven, then the drinks at eight and some reading at nine. He remembered the howling of the wolves mere minutes before eleven and that was already after Will had managed to undress them both. “Hannibal?” Will moved his hand to cup Hannibal’s face. It was easy to detect that the man was not asleep – the beating of his heart and the way he breathed indicated as much. Describe the room you store our first kiss in. Well…

Mature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Lady Murasaki

Hannigram

Sleepy Valentine by desperatelyseekingcannibals

Summary: Adam is exhausted, but it’s Valentine’s and he’ll be damned if overwork is going to stop him celebrating with his wonderful boyfriend! A new instalment in the It’s Not A Secret series.

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Adam Towers, Elias

Basic Chickens

Three Of Swords by thisismydesignhannibal

Summary: Hannibal and Will have returned to Italy, together this time. But a train trip from Florence to Palermo has made Hannibal strangely pensive. Is it the past he broods over? The future? Will’s curious to find out, but it turns out to be even more than he was expecting.

Mature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Untitled Opera AU by active-imagination

Summary: Based on @amatesura's opera AU gif set with a young opera singer Will! <3 This is a WIP, I plan to update it very soon as it will probably only be 3 chapters long, this has just been rushed to get it in so forgive me for the poor set up, but I promise to have some love sick Hannibal and some very shy and unsociable Will Graham, briefly :P

Unrated

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Ms Komeda

Hannigram

Nothing But A Shadow by rubybakeneko

Summary: A discussion of Valentine’s Day leads Will to reopen a box he has been hiding. Note- although Molly and Will are together at the time of this fic, the “explicit” rating is not for their relationship but rather for Will’s thoughts about Hannibal.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Molly Graham

Hannigram, Will Graham/ Molly Graham

The Little Things by thesilverqueenlady

Summary: Will dies on a Saturday. The box containing Hannibal's salvation arrives on Valentine's Day. Note-- It is also a gift to @wraithsonwings, who inspired this entire damn thing by talking about Dancy curls and planting them. I drew further inspiration from the ending of A.I. Artificial Intelligence and the trailer for that Altered Carbon series on Netflix.

Teen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Hannigram

Perfect Stranger by victorineb

Summary: A modern Valhalla Enchanted fic, based on the prompt: Person A is super sad and it’s super late so they call up their best friend to tell them to meet person A in the park. When person A hears a car pull up, they automatically assume that it’s their best friend, but in reality ENTER PERSON B. Now person B is being tackled in the dark out of nowhere with some random stranger crying into their chest about their latest existential crisis. What happens next is up to u my friend.

Teen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Charmont, One Eye, Ella of Frell

Valhalla Enchanted (Charmont/One Eye)

GAME

Three Of Swords Hannibal Game by mihatrochael

Summary: For #ThreeOfSwords I created this silly Hannibal game/meme thing… Hope Fannibals will have some fun with it ?? So, tell me, who kissed your neck today? And who’ll give you a Valentine kiss tomorrow? ??

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, All Hannibal Characters

Hannigram, All Characters, All Players

#threeofswords #threeofswordsFFT #Hannibal #Roundup #Masterpost

[afterhoursfic]

Hello, I saw that your prompts are open and thought I might add some. How about using Yrden for non-con? Using it for bondage where Geralt doesn't want to leave any marks on his bard but wants for him to stay in place to fuck him raw.

I love axii but I think Yrden has some potential.

Ps: Don't think how combining those two could give Geralt total control over Jaskiers body and mind ;)

Warning: non con, mind control

Geralt likes a challenge. It was challenging enough having Jaskier travel with him, and then even more so not doing anything with him, he wondered if the bard knew how close he’d come to being pinned somewhere and Geralt forcing his cock down his throat.

The only issue was that Jaskier was helping his reputation, plus he knew Jaskier would be difficult and would likely end up littered in bruises and bites that all the townsfolk will notice and comment about, with enough attention Jaskier might just admit to everything. The thing is he wanted more than just a taste, he wanted Jaskier for himself which meant planning.

He could just use axii, true, but where was the fun in that? It was easy and simple and Jaskier would be half out of it which meant he wouldn’t genuinely get to see what he looked like, if he screamed or cried when Geralt finally got to fuck him.

He got his answer when he was hunting a noonwraith and watched her slow and get stuck in his yrden trap. In all honesty, he got distracted by it, watching the way she howled and struggled, and he couldn’t help but imagine it was Jaskier instead, begging to be let free as he lay there naked and sobbing, bound and unable to do anything, just without the rope marks, and Geralt couldn’t help but squeeze his cock for a minute just to the thought of it.

Unfortunately, he became a bit too distracted which meant the noonwraith managed to get a couple of good swipes at him before he managed to finish her off. A dose of swallow and he walked a roundabout way back to town to get his reward and then to their camp to allow it to heal a bit, but he didn’t bother cleaning it, he wanted Jaskier to see it and to fret and worry and get close until it was too late.

Truly Geralt would be better off waiting to do this when he was at full strength and they were truly away from civilization, but he doesn’t think he had the willpower to wait tonight, it was either yrden or Geralt was going to force Jaskier down and take what he wanted there and then.

Predictably, Jaskier rushed over to him when he came into view, worrying and chastising him as he helped remove his armor and clean and dress the wounds, not that they needed dressing, but he liked Jaskiers hands on him, it sent a silent thrill through him and he had to bite his tongue to stop himself from pulling Jaskier into a rough, biting kiss.

The rest of the night passed easily enough, they ate, Jaskier played, and Geralt slipped himself a decoction to strengthen his signs, and then without much preamble, he stood up and told Jaskier to strip. Sure, he could do it himself, but he will definitely rip and tear Jaskiers clothes apart and he didn’t want Jaskier to completely hate him after.

He’s sure he hears a string snap when Jaskier stops playing and turns to look at him as if he grew a second head “Excuse me?”

“I told you to strip, I’m not gonna say it a third time”

“And it’s a late spring evening, even if it wasn’t ball achingly cold I don’t see a dame here for me to plow-“

“Who said you’re going to be doing any fucking” That made Jaskier pause, even more so than he had before and he even put down his lute, for the first time since they’d met he smelled just the slightest hint of fear coming off of him “For the last time Jaskier, strip”

Maybe it was the way he was stood, or the hard edge to his voice, or maybe that Jaskier had finally caught sight of his eyes, dark as pitch, but Jaskier slowly moved trembling hands to undo the laces of his shirt.

He’d barely shrugged it off before Geralt got bored, grabbed onto the waistband of Jaskier’s pants, and ripped them off before shoving Jaskier back onto the floor, ignoring Jaskier's shouts as he forced him onto all fours and cast Yrden.

He stepped back to admire his work, watched Jaskier shiver, the only movement he was allowed as he watched Jaskier’s jaw and hands clench, unable to even scream for help, and Geralt could hardly hold back his groan and had started to unlace his pants as he watched a tear track down Jaskier’s cheek.

It was easy to force himself between Jaskier’s legs, to shove a spit slick finger into his hole as prep before he spit onto his hand to slick up his cock, could just hear Jaskier’s cries muffled behind his mouth as he pushed his cock in with a moan.

He was so godsdamn tight, almost too tight, as he slowly fucked his cock deeper into him, feeling Jaskier’s hole clench impossibly tighter around him and he hissed out a swear as he started to fuck him properly. Deep, hard thrusts that made him want to cuss every time he sank into that tight, hot heat that made him growl as he curled possessively across Jaskier’s back, snarling as he tried to fuck himself deeper into the other man.

The whole point of Yrden was so he didn’t have to hold Jaskier down, and yet he had to clench his hands into the dirt to stop them from grabbing at Jaskier’s hips, his ass, his neck, because he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from leaving purple bruises across his skin for all to see.

He didn’t even realize Yrden had started to fade, just felt Jaskier start to move a little more, his struggles get stronger as he tried to move his hips away from him, then towards him, anything to try and ease the discomfort of getting fucked into the dirt, but Geralt was too far gone to realize.

He lamented for a minute that he didn’t have Eskel’s skill with signs, nor that his brother was here either, he was willing to give his brother a turn at Jaskier’s hole for a decent Yrden, but he was too desperate to fuck deeper into his hole, could barely form axii as he growled into Jaskier’s ear to ride his cock.

There was a moment of hesitation where he heard Jaskier whimper, watched him bite his lip to keep back a sob as more tears tracked down his cheeks, but then Jaskier braced himself and rolled his hips, letting out a small experimental moan before he did it again and Geralt threw his head back, teeth bared and itching to bury into the skin of Jaskier’s neck as he began fucking into Jaskier with abandon.

He knew he was being too rough, could smell the blood in the air, and knew Jaskier would be limping for days after, especially when he was going to do it again tomorrow night, and the night after that as well, and as many nights as he wanted because now that he’d had a go of his ass once he had no intention of letting him go now. Even if it took him axiing the bard to stay, he was definitely going to make him present every night.

It was with that thought that he came with a shout, sinking his teeth into Jaskier’s neck for a second before he pulled back with a start, licking at the teeth marks already embedded in his neck as he rolled his hips to fill him up with every drop of come. When his pleasure started to ebb away he realized Jaskier was scrambling in the dirt, trying to find purchase to pry himself away, but he wasn’t done yet, was already beginning to fuck himself into Jaskier again, ignoring the obvious whimpers of pain coming from him as he pressed another Yrden into the ground, heard the bard choke on a cry when he once again froze in place.

It was easy to keep Jaskier in place, to fuck him over and over until he realized the low groans were coming from Jaskier, could feel his hole clench around his cock and the way his stomach filled out, full of come and no doubt cramping in pain, and yet Jaskier couldn’t even reach a hand down to soothe the ache, could just lay there as he was made to take every drop of come Geralt forced into him.

Maybe in the morning he’d take a couple of goes at his mouth to really fill out his stomach, watch him limp and waddle out on the path tomorrow as come leaked out of him from both ends, maybe even stick Yrden on the path and force Jaskier to stand there as he fucked him all over again for anyone to see. Maybe he’d even force axii on him so everyone could see how much Jaskier enjoyed being on his cock and label him the witchers whore for all to hear. He definitely wouldn’t be escaping anywhere after that, wouldn’t get anyone to offer him any aid when he had the witchers claim on his neck, stomach full of come and leaking down the back of his thighs.

Eventually, he wouldn’t even need the signs, wouldn’t even need to tell Jaskier to get on all fours, he would just stick his ass up whenever they stopped for the night to get fucked, could even sit Jaskier on his cock as they rode Roach, keep him stretched open all day so he didn’t have to bother to give him a finger of prep. Maybe tomorrow he wouldn’t bother with even that, just push Jaskier’s face into the dirt, tug his pants down past his ass, if he had the patience, before he shoved his cock in. After he’s already bruised Jaskier’s throat with it of course. 

He’s happy not to prepare Jaskier because all he wants is a hole to fuck, but that doesn’t mean he wants to chafe his dick in the process. Yes, from now on he’ll use Jaskier’s throat to slick up his cock, it’s not like he’ll be doing much singing anyway, he’s much better getting fucked on his cock instead.

#afterhours cw noncon #afterhours cw mind control #afterhours cw marking #afterhours cw come inflation #afterhours cw public sex #afterhours fic week

[afterhoursfic]

I read my first oviposition fic last week and I was surprised at how much I liked it. Then I went down the rabbit hole and I think I have a new kink so. There's that. Would love to see you write a fic where Geralt tricks Jaskier into being raped by something with an ovipositor. Maybe after J has to incubate them for a bit & he's so stuffed & uncomfortable & G is just so turned on and can't stop mocking him. After Jaskier finally lays the eggs, Geralt can just slide right into his fuckhole

I hope you like it a bit longer because this is over 3k, so uh hope you enjoy :)

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When Geralt had told him that he got a contract for a rare and practically unheard-of monster, Jaskier immediately agreed to join him. He ignored all of Geralt’s protests that it was dangerous and that he might not even be able to best it but that did little to waver his excitement to see something new and powerful and will earn him a cozy winter in a noble’s palace when he writes a song for it.

Geralt is insistent though, and just gets grumpier and more bothersome the longer Jaskier says he plans on coming along, so he gives in, tells Geralt that he will stay back on the promise he gets the most detailed recounting of events and the witcher just snorts as he nods his head yes.

It’s enough for Geralt, who the next day simply gives him a warning not to leave the makeshift camp as he heads into the woods. Jaskier probably waits all of a minute before he’s following after Geralt, did he really think he would just sit around and miss this once in a lifetime monster? His witcher was a bit dimmer than he first thought, but oh well, it helped him out now anyway.

It’s almost too easy to follow Geralt’s trail deeper into the woods and he can’t help but scoff when tonight over dinner he’ll tell Geralt off for how obvious his tracks are, how a child off the road could follow his steps and get caught in a monster blood bath. Overall, not a good picture or outcome for said child or Geralt, the fact that it’s all hypothetical is irrelevant, it could happen so that was that.

Jaskier groaned when the solid forest floor turned damp and soggy and started to soak into his shoes, his feet sticking a little more into the ground with every step until he was hopping around trying to stick to firmer ground, he will definitely be telling Geralt off for not warning him about the swamp part.

He didn’t notice that Geralt’s tracks had stopped, or the movement that just skimmed the nearby water’s surface as he tried to figure out a way to get out of this swampy hell hole.

When something brushed against his leg he jumped, but when he looked and saw nothing, he penned it off as an errant bush, despite the fact there was none around. When it happened a second time, this time stroking up his thigh, Jaskier froze, but again saw nothing and was half tempted to call out for Geralt. He was just about to turn back and find a way around when something grabbed his ankle and pulled him up into the air.

Something caught his head before it smashed into the ground, but he was too busy screaming to notice as he felt more things touching him, skirting under his shirt and trouser legs that left him wrestling to break the monster’s hold as he screamed for it to stop, screamed out for Geralt, for anyone to help him.

His cries were answered by the monster stripping his clothes off and leaving them tattered on the forest floor before it forced his legs open wide, leaving him vulnerable and exposed as his wrists were held up so it could continue to stroke and suck at his skin. The tentacles, because that’s the only word he could use for them, suckled at the skin on his abdomen, causing the skin to bruise a deep red and purple already as they moved up to latch onto his nipples.

His attempts to try and break free were stopped by something slick and warm enveloping his cock, causing his back to arch into the monster's hold and the creature to hum in pleasure, a sound more terrifying than anything else as it shook the trees and echoed around the empty forest.

The most terrifying part was that his back was to the creature, he hadn’t even seen it yet, and yet he was being forced to spread his legs wide under its scrutiny. For half a moment he dared to dream that this was it, that some horny tentacle monster had grabbed him just to get him off for its food or something, before leaving him to try and run back to camp and not be the creature’s dinner as well.

Apparently, that thought was nothing but a dream as he felt something begin to tease at his hole and then something thin and long slipped inside and far too deep as it stroked inside him. He felt something squirt inside of him that was both hot and cold at the same time, that had him shifting in the creature's hold, to pull away or force the tentacle deeper he didn’t know and didn’t want to find out. Even when he clenched around it just so he could enjoy the way it filled him up, he swore he could feel it in his throat for the god’s sake, but that would stay with him to the grave.

He didn’t notice when the smaller tentacle slipped out, he just tried to enjoy the tight, wet heat around his cock to ignore how empty he felt, how he felt his hole twitching as if trying to clench around something that wasn’t there, yet.

He only realized he was whining when the creature pulled away from his cock, leaving just his legs and arms held firmly in place, how he couldn’t stop the small whimpers that escaped his throat as he realized how empty and desperate he was. So desperate he couldn’t even pretend to be disgusted when he looked down and saw his cock hard and leaking, could just tug at the arms holding him to try and spur the creature into action.

Thankfully, he was saved from outright begging the monster to fuck him as he felt something thick tease at his hole, pushing in a bit before pulling away, and rationally Jaskier knew he should be scared because he could swear it was the size of his wrist, never mind the fact that it was a monster fucking him. Yet even then he found himself letting out small whimpers and tried to move in the creature's hold and closer to its cock? Tentacle? Whatever it wanted to fuck him with, he was desperate for anything at that point.

He could have cried when slowly the tentacle, definitely a thick and impossibly long tentacle, slowly pushed into him, rattling his breath as it pushed deeper and deeper that he could feel it bulge his stomach. He wanted to touch it, to feel the heat of it through his skin and the way it pulsed, barely restrained from fucking straight into him, but his arms remained bound because he knew if he felt it, he would be gone, ruined for anyone, well anything, else and running through the woods trying to be a monster’s bitch wasn’t exactly a well-paying job.

For a long moment, nothing happened, and he was partly grateful because it allowed him to catch his breath, to clench around the creature's tentacle and truly feel it stuck deep inside of him when suddenly it moved, just a small thrust out, then in, that had all the air rush out of him, only to choke himself on the next breath when it sank back in again.

He couldn’t say how long it went on for, just that it was the most beautiful and agonizing torture, that he could come just like this if the monster moved a little faster, and he wasn’t afraid to beg for that now, eager instead to be a nice little toy for the monster as long as he could just come, and a couple of times after that for good measure.

When he felt a bulge at his hole, he assumed the monster was fucking deeper into him and he briefly thought of what it would be like for the tentacle to push all the way through him until it was choking him at the back of his throat, not mentioning how thick it would be in his ass. Now he really couldn’t hold back his shout as his cock twitched and spurted out come in front of him, unable to keep the dopey smile off his face as the monster fucked him through it, and he couldn’t even be upset when his cock stayed flushed and hard against his belly, if anything it just made him more desperate for the monster to just take so he could get off and be left weak, and messy, and dripping in come.

Only once the hazy bliss of his orgasm left him and he could focus on the tentacle still fucking him impossibly deep, he realized the weight he felt at his hole was now thick and heavy inside him, threatening to spill out of the monster’s tentacle, and gods Jaskier wanted to hold his stomach when it happened, but he felt the tentacle give a rough thrust and a growl from the monster behind him before the thing forced its way into him.

It was a solid weight inside of him that he could feel with every breath, hell he’s sure if the tentacle weren’t filling out his belly, the object would, and the feeling of it in him would get him off if his attention weren’t distracted by a second weight at his hole. He relaxed as much as he could to help the monster get it in him faster, clenching here and there when it seemed as if it got stuck to try and help it along, and he could swear he heard the monster purr every time he did. He was just trying to keep some control and not come on the spot.

He let out a groan when the second object slipped into him, pushing up against the first and it felt like when he would go to a banquet and gorge himself too much, a pleasant fullness, and yet there was always room for a bit more.

With a muttered swear he felt a third object, smaller than the first two, slip easily past his hole quickly followed by a fourth and a fifth and he held his breath as he felt them move through him before all three were fucked into him with one hard thrust, Jaskier letting out a broken moan at the feeling whilst his cock spurted his second orgasm over the forest floor.

He supposed he should be suspicious by the fact his cock was still hard and eager to get off for a third round, but he couldn’t find it in him to care as he panted and let the monster fuck a sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth egg into him. At least he was fairly sure they were eggs, and he would happily let the monster fuck all its spawn into him now and worry about the consequences later when he wasn’t so dizzy with arousal.

Now he was sore and his belly cramping, when he looked down it was stretched, swollen, and looked a little bruised too, as if he were a woman counting down till her water broke, and yet he was even bigger than that, just slightly, but a tenth egg teasing at his rim, the biggest yet would change that.

He felt the monster fuck and push, and struggle to get the egg past his rim and they both let out a noise when it did, Jaskier letting out small whimpers as he felt it stretch him open and make space for itself deep in his guts, but even then, the monster struggled to get it out, letting out another growl as it fucked a bit harder, more desperately into him until finally it caught and in one smooth thrust was forced deep into the nest of eggs already inside of him.

For a moment he had to stop himself from gagging purely because he felt too full, his stomach now starting to cramp in pain as it strained under the nest, and yet when he felt another egg rest just outside his hole, clearly the biggest yet given how it felt the size of his fist, he was already drooling over the idea of it settling deep into him.

The monster struggled with it for several long minutes, no matter how Jaskier relaxed or tried to grind back onto it seemed futile, and the monster was growing agitated too, just as desperate to get it in him.

So, when Jaskier tugged his right arm in its hold with a whine and a plead to “Lemme go, wanna help” the monster released his arm which immediately fell to his swollen belly, feeling how big and heavy it was and that if he pushed down hard enough he could feel the eggs filling him, and it took every effort not to come for a third time then and there.

It was easy to slip his hand back behind him and feel the egg stretching out the tentacle, how the monster was still giving small thrusts in the hope it could get it in and Jaskier couldn’t help but squeeze it, feel the size of it before it settled deep inside him, bigger than his fist apparently.

After he’d had his fun, mostly because it would be a lot more fun getting the egg inside him, he teased his fingers at his rim, still slick and messy from the first tentacle and even given the girth of the monster he managed to coax in one and then two and three fingers alongside it, the stretch just on the side of too much.

It didn’t matter though because it had done the job, hooking one finger in his hole just to stretch it out a little whilst the backs of his fingers teased the egg still edging around his hole, until with a couple of more rough thrusts the monster finally gets to fuck it into him.

It feels like an age before the egg is at the tip of the tentacle, having spent most of the time with a loose fist around his cock as he felt it edge closer and closer, his breath hitching as it did so until he stopped just as it came to rest at the tip. The waiting was torturous, like waiting to be announced the winner at a competition, and the monster seemed eager to wait it out now that it knew it could force the egg into him.

Jaskier was sure he must make a messy and desperate picture, half panting and drooling as he waited for it to slip into him properly and finish his brood, to feel the ache of them stretching him impossibly wide, and he’s sure once the monster is gone that he’ll strip his cock a few times before he’s done.

Eventually, the monster has wasted enough time and ever so slowly forces the egg to slip into his belly, drawing the feeling out so that when it finally did pop out and settled nicely but heavily with the rest of the nest, Jaskier didn’t need the hand on his cock as he shook through his third orgasm.

After that everything happened quickly, the monster fucked him quick and hard for a few seconds and he felt the eggs shift painfully with every thrust, but even so, it made his cock, finally going down, twitch in interest.

Then it squirted something inside him, filling in the gaps between the eggs as it let out a roar behind him. He should be scared, but carrying its brood as the tentacle slowly slipped out of him, still dripping liquid, he’d never felt safer.

He was carefully put down on his hands and knees, a good thing because he’s sure his knees would have buckled both from the mindless orgasms and the weight uncomfortably filling out his belly. He didn’t hear the monster slink away, he just knew that he was alone and sure enough when he looked, it was gone, nothing but his heavy breathing and his slowly increasing panic at the realization of what happened and that he had fucking monster eggs inside of him.

At least that was until the sound of heavy footfalls walking towards him, and he wanted to be scared, he was heavy with eggs and defenseless, hoping the monster would return to look after its brood, and yet it made no move to intercept whoever was there.

A quick glance showed that it was Geralt and he visibly relaxed, Geralt would know what to do, how to help, so what if he’d been late to the rescue, he was here now.

“Should have seen yourself Jaskier, never seen anyone that eager to get bred. How many did it get in you?”

Jaskier whimpered when Geralt crouched beside him, a firm hand going to his belly and easing the pain slightly so that he completely glossed over the fact that Geralt was there and watched him get attacked, hadn’t even raised a sword to help him. “Eleven”

"Beautiful, Jaskier, want to see your belly swollen with a brood all the time” Jaskier should be scared, especially as Geralt moves behind him, hands never leaving him and instead presses soothing circles along the small of his back, but the more worrying thing is that he wants to do what Geralt said, wanted to be ass up and get bred “Probably got about ten minutes left till the toxin in you wears out, so just stay there and look pretty while I have a go”

Jaskier groans when he feels Geralt’s fingers slide down and easily slip into his hole, still stretched and slick from the tentacle, and at the feeling of being fucked again his cock twitches in interest. The idea of a toxin is worrying but it can’t be that bad if Geralt’s going to fuck him through it.

Geralt gets two rounds out of him before Jaskier’s body starts to ache, and really ache, the hazy arousal that had stuck with him since the monster left was fading and he could feel himself whimper in pain not only at his stretched belly, at the idea of monsters hatching inside him, and Geralt brutally fucking into him and promising “Just a little longer, ‘m so close, almost finished" before filling him up with come for the third time that had tears edge his vision because his stomach is too full, feels as if it will quite literally burst, but then Geralt is there shushing him.

He doesn’t know whether Geralt thinks he's under some sort of drug and can't understand him, but Jaskier is becoming painfully aware with each passing minute, and cries whilst Geralt praises him for following him into the forest, right into the monster lair as he had planned and so eagerly offered to carry its brood. He shook and balled his fists to overcome the wrack of pain from his stomach when Geralt told him it would be hours before he could get the eggs out, and afterward, he’d feel so empty that he’ll be sobbing to get onto Geralt’s dick, and as Jaskier’s best friend he’ll happily oblige.

Jaskier doesn’t hear when Geralt talks about another lair half a kingdom away, a rare species that will probably keep him in its nest for days as it stuffs him full of eggs over and over and over. Jaskier just lets another wrack of pain shiver over his body and tries to ignore the way the eggs and Geralt’s cock shift inside him.

#afterhours cw monster fucking #afterhours cw oviposition #afterhours cw dubcon #afterhours cw noncon #afterhours fic week

[afterhoursfic]

Concept; Eskel, on a contract to get rid of a sea monster. Turns out it’s egg-laying/incubating season for the sea monster species. 👀

Eskel/sea monster oviposition...?

Warning: non con, dub con, monster fucking, oviposition

So it’s more merman than sea creature but yeah I read the short story before writing this and now you have this, hope you enjoy :D

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Geralt had told him of the city of Bremervoord, of the contract with the mermaid, how there were a whole variety of merpeople and sea creatures, big fish that could wield weapons, and well, Eskel became curious. His whole life he had been left with drowners and sirens, a pain in the ass to deal with, but boring all the same in just how common they were.

So, he didn’t speak of his plans, just headed towards the town where he has greeted rather warmly everything considered and brought to the Duke who gave him the contract of helping them clear the sea shelf for the treasures underneath.

Now he wasn’t stupid, Geralt had told him in great detail just how much of a fucking bad idea that was and Eskel had absolutely no intention of taking on the contract for the suicide mission, he was interested in other things though, merpeople, well mermen seemed an innocent enough predilection.

He knew about the Duke’s own love story and even followed when he went to go and meet his love on the sea rocks. Of course, the Duke knew nothing of it, but he could feel the mermaid’s eyes on him and after the Duke had left her for the night, she called out to him in her soft singing voice.

“Witcher”

In the dimmed light he could see the sharp teeth behind her smile, and the thought of them pressing into his neck was enough to send a shiver through him, but he just blamed that on the chilly sea air.

“You are a handsome one” If Eskel could blush he would be, instead he just averted his gaze, a hand going to scratch at his scars as he cleared his throat from the lump that formed “You wouldn’t be here about the sea city, would you? You don’t look like an idiot”

“No, no, I’m not suicidal” He winced at how grating his hoarse voice sounded, not only in elvish, but musically as well, he’s sure a sheep could do a better job than him “I came here for…”

When his silence went on for several long moments the mermaid's smile grew softer as she looked at him “Oh you are shy aren’t you, but I can’t fault you a bit of curiosity, do you want a closer look?”

She beckoned him over with a finger that had more pull on him than a siren’s song, and in truth he was curious, so he joined her on her rock and yelped when she gripped his wrists pulling him off balance as she put his hands on her waist.

Tentatively he felt the skin along her hip and down to the tops of her tail, a lot softer than he ever expected, and he couldn’t deny she was beautiful, but she saw his hesitation just as much as he felt it.

“Normally I would be offended, but I’ve got a friend who could use your… help” He quirked a brow at that and he enjoyed hearing her laugh over the crashing waves.

“What’s a sea creature going to need a witcher for?”

“First off, he doesn’t like the term sea creature, merman will do, and it’s more what you can do for him”

He didn’t even have a chance to ask what that would entail before he was being pulled and thrashed until he fell into the ocean. Immediately he felt the cold take his breath away and then the burn in his lungs as the current kept him under.

He was faintly aware of dark blurs against the waves and hands ripping at his clothes, but it’s not like it made a difference to his situation, it was like a force was keeping him under the waves and Eskel didn’t even have the chance to panic because he didn’t have the breath to do so.

It was just as his vision was beginning to turn dark that strong arms wrapped around him and pulled him in this and that direction until suddenly, he was choking and coughing up water, desperate for air as he (they?) broke the surface.

“I saved your life witcher, by your customs that entitles me to the law of surprise” The deep voice in his ear coupled with the razor teeth grazing down his jaw should terrify him, and true he is frozen, but a part of him is trying to hold down the desperate noise that wants to escape his throat and to stop himself from pushing back into the creature’s hold. “I claim your first brood witcher”

The comment was so unexpected Eskel couldn’t help but laugh, rough and throaty as the sea salt scratched his throat “Anybody ever told you witchers are sterile?”

The comment earned him a snarl and the creature? Merman? Bit into his neck, he felt his blood, hot against his skin from the chill of the sea spilling down his neck only instead of trying to escape, trying to fight his way out of the creature’s hold he leaned his head back against its shoulder and moaned, earning a musical laugh from the merman.

“I think you misunderstand me Witcher” He felt firm hands move to his stomach, and stroke it almost tenderly but clearly with intent, but he didn’t truly get the picture until something blunt and thick was poking at his hole.

It was too little too late at this point, not that he could do much anyway, he was stranded in the middle of the sea with a merman, and no doubt the mermaid close by in case he does get away. Off in the distance he could just about make out the rock he had been pulled from, but it meant nothing now, he was sore and cold and way out of his depth in the ocean, so he had no choice but to let the merman hold his legs open as what he guessed was his cock teased his hole.

The only upside was the merman pressed against his back at least kept away some of the chill from the ocean, he wasn’t warm by any means and it should put him off, make him sick at the prospect of what’s about to happen, but here it doesn’t, and he’s ashamed to feel the curl of arousal in his gut at the prospect of the monster slipping its cock into him.

There wasn’t much ceremony to it, he wasn’t even given a finger or two to stretch on, one minute the creature is teasing its cock on his ass, his rim, the small of his back, and the next it’s being forced into him in several harsh thrusts that he can do nothing against.

He does hiss and swear and probably grips the merman’s arm around his waist too tightly because then there are sharp teeth at his neck, adding to the pain wracking through his body, but even still he feels the shiver of arousal, not the cold like he wants, but a deep-seated hunger to just be used and helpless.

The merman does just that and wastes no time before it’s fucking into him, using nothing but the water around them as slick and the friction and the pain starts to take on an edge that would make his cock twitch if the sea weren’t so fucking cold. It was its own torture being unable to get hard and the merman seemed to notice as well and laughed at him over his shoulder where he could just get a peek of green skin and even greener curls framing his face.

He can do nothing when a firm hand grips his cock and roughly strokes it, he can feel the edge of pleasure, can feel something like an orgasm building but his cock is still limp, and the merman just laughs as it gives a rough thrust to his prostate once and again and again.

“I know witchers are sterile, but impotent as well? How disappointing” He can hear the mirth in its voice, made worse by the song it speaks with, and he growls dangerously back in challenge.

“Take me back to land and I’ll show you how impotent I am” It was meant to be threatening but his voice turned breathy as the merman instead gripped his hips to start moving him down and onto his cock like he was nothing but a toy, and he had to bite his lip to stop his moan at the fact, but given how the merman just laughed it didn’t work.

“At least buy me dinner first witcher, that’s if you can get off my cock” The words confused him up until he felt something bumping against his rim with every thrust, growing bigger and bigger and Eskel felt his eyes sting with tears as it was pushed into him before roughly being pulled out again.

The next time the merman thrust in he clenched his hole hard, gasping at the feel of the creature’s cock snug inside him and so fucking big, not even including the bulge that stretched him out even more and had him trying to move his hips closer and then farther away just to try and get comfortable, used to the feel of it until the merman held him still and ground his dick even deeper into him with a contented hum.

“As a wolf witcher I would figure you would be used to knots, what a shame” Eskel couldn’t hold back his curse when he heard it was a knot, nor resist the temptation to try and grind it even deeper into him, forcing his hole to stretch wide around it and he knew he would relish the burn of pain when he rode Scorpion tomorrow. “Seems you like being full, witcher, good because you’ve still got to carry my brood”

Again, he felt a hand stroke his stomach, and maybe if he were of more sound mind the thought would terrify him, cause some sort of spike of adrenaline which will get him to fight his way free. He wouldn’t get free, but at least he’d try to escape and not just open his legs like a common whore, and yet that’s exactly what he did when he felt the first rush of eggs into him.

They weren’t big, but they weren’t exactly small either, they were somewhere in between, that filled in every gap and yet felt heavy inside him. He knew the reason of the knot as he felt another rush of eggs add to the first, the merman shivering and groaning behind him with every small, small thrust that forced more eggs into him, and he even clenched around its knot, both to feel it split him open and to stop any eggs from escaping the clutch of his belly.

He didn’t even realize how big his belly had gotten until he felt the first searing cramp in his gut, he was too busy with his head leaning back on the merman’s shoulder, letting out small, frustrated groans as his hand futilely tried to work at his soft cock as more and more eggs were pumped inside of him.

One of the merman’s hands rested on his stomach, feeling it get bigger under his hand, much to the pleasure of the creature because it sounded so desperate when it tried to grind a little harder and further into him, whispering desperately ‘just a few more’ and ‘almost there’ before he felt several more eggs slip into him, as if the merman was trying to plead with himself to force every one of his eggs into him.

The thought of that did actually make his cock twitch, of someone, something, so desperate to breed him, to mate him had him clench around the creature’s cock again, grinding and letting out small pleas of his own, only to groan as he felt a few more eggs force their way into him.

He didn’t even try to fight it when the merman took over stroking his cock, rough and hard and should be in no way pleasurable, and yet, still soft he managed it with a low cry, shaking in the creatures hold whilst it started to move him again, it’s knot having gone down enough for it to start fucking him again, yet his protests of too much, too soon, too full went unheard as the creature grunted as it fucked into him, desperate for its own release.

He felt it come, somehow burning hot inside of him despite the chill of the sea and the wind whipping at them, more and more of it until he felt he was going to throw up with the taste of its come on his tongue, and even then there was more until he was truly stuffed full.

Its knot had grown again and was lodged deep inside of him to prevent anything spilling out, even then the merman couldn’t help grinding against him, or maybe that was him? It didn’t matter, all he knew was that even freezing his balls off in the ocean he felt content for the first time in years.

He didn’t even realize they were moving till he was almost face first into the rock he had originally been on with the mermaid, for a fleeting moment he felt a twinge of sadness that this was it, he’d expel the eggs at some point before going to some other bigoted village to fight another monster.

Only the merman seemed to sense his distress and immediately moved a soothing hand on his belly before leaning down closer to his ear “Now this just won’t do, witcher, I’m gonna fuck you again for the whole village to see so all my eggs catch before I’m done with you”

Eskel couldn’t help his shiver, definitely from the words, not the cold, he wasn’t going to lie to himself now when he knew next year, he’d make the exact same journey so he could get into the exact same position at the end of a merman’s cock.

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Hi! I saw your lactation prompt with Yen, and it reminded me of this prompt I sent to another blog. It wasn't their cup of tea and I was wondering if you might like it? Eskel/Vesemir/Geralt/Lambert daddy!kink, breeding!kink, lactation. wolf school used to use a potion to make their witchers lactate for when they recieved a baby child of surprise. The wolves don't believe it, so Vesemir makes a batch and Eskel volunteers to try it. It works, but it also makes him horny AF. He begs to be bred and his papa Vesemir and his brothers are more than willing to help. It's all about those hoe Eskel rights!

Okay I really loved this prompt and not just for the hoe Eskel part, but I hope you enjoy reading it!

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He doesn’t know how the conversation started, just that it was late and they were all deep in their cups on Lambert’s shitty moonshine, even Vesemir for once.

It wasn’t as if they cared for the old witcher practices, if they weren’t useful now, and most weren’t, there was no point in knowing it because it only served to open wounds and secrets that should really remain unknown.

Yet when the conversation predictably goes to Geralt’s child of surprise, a topic Lambert enjoys bringing up every chance he gets (he’s just thankful they don’t bring up Diedre), Vesemir buts in with his own stories of the problem of too many babies earned through the law of surprise and no safe way to bring them to Kaer Morhen. Basically, they couldn’t produce milk to sustain them, a fair point, but the school was desperate for recruits and so they made a potion, and each witcher out on the path would take the recipe so if the time ever came, they could lactate to support their new charge.

The story is just a bit too outlandish for him, and given Lambert’s scowl and Geralt’s somewhat mortified glare, no doubt imagining himself lactating to feed Ciri from one side of the continent to the other, he knows they don’t believe it either.

But then Vesemir lists off the ingredients with far too much ease and then the method to make it, adding in that he almost did it for Geralt, but he was just old enough not to need it when Vesemir found him, which frankly earned a snort from him and a ribbing from Lambert who would no doubt use it to his advantage in the future.

Hearing all of it though Eskel can’t help but feel curious. He craves knowledge, always eager to delve into the unknown, at least bookwise, he wasn’t going to gamble his life on a contract, and hearing this he wanted to know the truth, if such a thing could really work.

As Geralt and Lambert scuffled on the other side of the table Eskel turned to Vesemir, a hint of humor in the older witchers eye when he turned to face him and he whispered, almost impossible to hear even to himself.

“Can you make the potion?”

Vesemir just scoffed as he drained his cup slurring out “Of course I could make it, if you listened a minute ago you would know how to make it as well”

Then there was silence as Vesemir refilled his mug, Geralt and Lambert now staring between them and Eskel could swear his face turned bright red in embarrassment as they pieced together the conversation.

All eyes were on him then and Eskel hated it, feeling like he was examined down to the bone and he was just about to stand up and say his goodnight’s, hoping the next morning the others were all too drunk to remember it when Geralt spoke up.

“You want to try the potion” Sure, he did, but having it said so bluntly didn’t exactly help matters and he just nodded once in answer and the room turned silent again as they all thought on it, on what would happen. He looked up when Geralt hummed and he could smell the startings of arousal? Coming off of Geralt as he turned to him again “Can I be there?”

Eskel nodded again before saying “It’s just curiosity, nothing else”

Again, he felt all of their eyes boring into him, before suddenly Lambert leaned back and smacked his hand on the table “Well guess I’ve got to see it too now, plus it’ll be fun to watch you squirm”

He felt himself let out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding and almost didn’t even hear Vesemir interject “That settles it, we’ll all be there. Tomorrow good?”

He could only nod as he tried to come to terms with what he agreed to, he was going to down some potion that hasn’t been used in decades to make himself lactate for all his brothers to see. With a sigh he straightened his back before finishing his drink, turning his eyes away as he bid them farewell and escaped back to his room to properly work out what the fuck just happened.

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When he woke up the next morning, he half hoped it was all some drunken fever dream. In fact, he’d fully talked himself into believing it until he got downstairs to see a grinning Lambert, never a good sign.

He was only proven right as Lambert stepped closer to grab his pec as if it were a women’s tit before quickly stepping away from hitting distance as he said “So how do you feel about growing your own pair of tits? Will be the first you’ve touched in how long?”

He’s somewhat proud of how he manages to catch Lambert unawares and knock him to the floor in retaliation before he quickly escapes back to the kitchen for food, but not before Lambert tells him Vesemir’s already preparing his potion and that it’ll be ready by noon. Great, now he had a deadline, and he won’t be able to focus on anything else until this whole business is over with.

Although the more he thinks about it he finds himself almost excited about it, about how it would feel as his tits filled out, would they even fill out and what it would be like to leak milk, could he convince one of them to suck at his tit so he could feel that too?

He cussed Lambert for putting thoughts in his head and got himself some bread and meats before heading back to his room, and no he didn’t stomp his way there or slam his door in a horny strop, no matter what Lambert says.

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It’s gone midday when he ventures out of his room, it’s not like he can stay there forever and it’s better than having one of them come knocking on his door to tell him to drink his lactating potion. Gods he was so fucked.

It didn’t make going down to the great hall to see all three of them sitting there, waiting for him, and feigning polite conversation as if they weren’t just about to watch their brother, brother, lactate.

Thankfully, he wasn’t made to ask for the potion, Vesemir just held it out to him and he quickly snatched it up, ignoring their eyes boring into him as he unstoppered it to get a smell. He didn’t know what he expected but it wasn’t the sweet smell wafting up to him, almost like a mix of honey and milk he’d seen mothers make their kids at night, and he was quick to shove that thought to the side as he quickly downed the potion in one.

He was surprised when the effects weren’t instantaneous like their other potions and for a long while he thought it hadn’t worked and that Vesemir’s memory wasn’t as good as he seemed to think. He was just about to gruffly tell them that the show’s over and head back to meditate, no not strop Lambert, in his room.

At least that’s until he feels an itch? A pain? On the right side of his chest and for a moment he thinks that somehow, he’s having a heart attack, it’s a feeling so unfamiliar to him that he can’t help but lift a hand to work at the ache steadily growing and he’s only faintly aware when he hears Geralt’s breath hitch.

When he looks to the other witcher he sees his eyes are blown wide and fixed to wear he’s working his chest, which just so turns out to be his pec, his pec that’s supposed to be producing milk and Eskel lets out his own breath. He can’t get his shirt off fast enough and when he does, he’s looking down as he strokes and squeezes at his tits, barely able to keep back his moan when he notices that they're bigger, easily a full handful now and he can’t stop himself from playing with them.

He wants to see himself, to force the first bead of milk out but no matter how much he works his tits nothing seems to work. There is a pressure there that he’s desperate to release but he can’t help but get frustrated when all he does do is work himself up the more he pinches and tugs at his nipples until Lambert speaks up.

“Looks like you’ve got a bigger problem than a couple of sore tits, your cock’s trying to say hello” He ignores Lambert’s snicker as he gets hit over the head to look down and sure enough the head of his cock is peeking out of the top of his pants, hard and leaking over his stomach and clothes. Now that he’s seen it it’s all he can focus on, how his cock is so hard it almost hurts, so he moves a hand under his trousers to start jerking off whilst the other keeps pinching at his tits trying to get anything out at this point and he really can’t help his groan. “Fucking hell Vesemir, witchers took this around kids? That’s fucked up, and more fucked up than usual”

He barely registers Lambert getting hit again or Vesemir’s ‘The effects are different for everyone’ because he just aches too much, he feels too empty and too full, and whilst he can gradually feel something building it’s not enough, he needs more, to be filled up properly to drive him over because he thinks he’ll go insane with want before anything happens.

“Fuck me” It was said as a whisper, one Eskel didn’t realize he’d even said until he heard three gasps of air. He couldn’t wait though, desperate for anything to fill him up at this point, to take him over the edge and get him to spill, from where didn’t matter but he just needed it.

He repeated the command even as his eyes shut, head rolled back as he continued working his cock and nipple, growling when it did little to help the empty ache that begged him to be filled, in fact, he’d just moved his hand down past his taint to try and get his fingers into his hole, slick with nothing but pre.

A growl left him when a firm hand grabbed his wrist to stop him and he looked up to see Vesemir, a vial of something in his other hand as he coaxed Eskels hand out of his pants.

“If you want to get fucked then we’re going to do it properly before you hurt yourself” Eskel could only focus on the words ‘we’ and ‘fuck’ and the thought had his hole clenching, just waiting to feel one of them slide their cocks in and Eskel couldn’t help himself from taking his hand back to stroke his cock again before Vesemir batted it away “We can’t fuck you with your clothes on wolf”

That sentence he did register and was practically tearing his clothes off, shivering as the cool air of the room hit him and he didn’t even realize someone was helping him until he was naked and he briefly caught a flash of white hair before a mouth was on his nipple, sucking and biting it whilst Geralt’s hand fondled his other tit, now swollen and too big for a handful but it still didn’t stop Geralt.

Eskel hissed at the feeling of it, at the gentle pressure and the way Geralt was sucking at his tit like he was desperate for something, his milk he realized in the back of his mind, and Eskel felt his knees grow weak as Geralt doubled his efforts, and he would have fallen if it wasn’t for Vesemir’s strong grip on his hips.

He didn’t even recognize when Lambert came up behind him, just felt his head being pulled back and he found himself leaning back against a strong chest and pulled into a messy kiss purely because he didn’t have the brainpower for anything more finessed.

So focused on Lambert’s burning grip around his waist, on the way he licked into his mouth as Geralt moved his mouth to his other tit, a line of spit connecting him whilst he admired the red, swollen nipple he’d been working on until he rushed forward to latch desperately onto his other one. It was all too much and not enough, and he still felt too empty, was ready to whine about and try and work Lambert’s cock into his ass somehow, regardless of prep, until he clenched his hole and found that he was currently being finger fucked by Vesemir and gods how had he missed that.

“In me, please, need one of you in me now” He heard Lambert chuckle against his lips and Vesemir tut, mentioning something about manners, but then Lambert had a hand under his thigh and was lifting it up to make space for Vesemir to step between his legs. “Daddy” He felt Vesemir shudder, could hear Lambert swear in his ear and Geralt groan with a mouth still around his nipple, and the feeling was enough to have Eskel whine because he was so close to getting what he wanted, no needed “Daddy, daddy please breed me, wanna be filled with your pups”

Eskel whined when he felt Geralt pull away, but he didn’t mourn long before he felt Vesemir's hands under his thighs, holding him up and open which left Eskel clinging onto Vesemir’s shoulders as the older witcher quickly fucked his cock into him. He didn’t even get a chance to enjoy finally feeling full, to grind down and feel his cock settle even deeper into him, the perfect place to come and so deep inside of him he’ll have to catch, but all thoughts of that were gone as Vesemir immediately started fucking him, nothing but the sound of their fucking and Eskel’s unbidden moans on every other thrust could be heard.

“That’s it, daddy, just like that, just like-“ He broke off with a cry as Vesemir moved his hips and was now driving against his prostate “Fuck daddy right there, you gonna knock me up? Gods wanna be full of your pups, want you to fuck me till I’m dripping come, daddy, will you do that?”

“I won’t last long with that mouth on you, wolf”

Eskel couldn’t help but moan, trying to fuck himself back on Vesemir’s’ cock despite the tight grip on his thighs letting out chants of ‘yesyesyes’ and ‘harder daddy’ and ‘right there’, reminding Vesemir he has to fuck him deep if he wants him to catch. The comment is always accompanied by a swear from Vesemir before he shifts his legs to reach deeper in him to make his hole tighter around Vesemir’s’ cock until the witcher is panting and Eskel’s pretty sure he’s drooling over Vesemir’s shoulder as he whines at the witcher to come.

It’s when Vesemir leans forward to latch onto one of Eskel’s nipples, sucking at it that Eskel swears he leaks a bit of milk into Vesemir’s mouth, and that fact with Vesemir changing his angle so that his cock stretches even further into him has Eskel coming. His neglected cock twitching as he spills between them and he’s pretty sure he whines out for his daddy again because he feels Vesemir fuck into him once, twice, and on the third time he stays there, grinding deeper into him as the witcher comes with a snarl, fucking him full of come and the realization has Eskel clench around Vesemir’s cock trying to coax as much out as he can.

When he comes to a little bit, he realizes he’s being passed off to Lambert, behind him but still being held up as Vesemir pulls out. Eskel whimpers and tries to cling onto Vesemir with a soft ‘daddy’ to get him to stay, that and the fact that Vesemir’s come is dripping out of him, he can hear it splatter on the stone beneath him, has Eskel feeling hollow and empty again.

Vesemir just offers him a quick kiss before pulling back to say “You wanna get bred don’t you wolf? You’ll have a better chance with three of us, have you swollen by the end of the night if that’s what you want” Eskel’s shudder and muttered swear is answer enough as Vesemir pulls away and his space is quickly filled with Geralt who again latches onto one of his tits.

He’s not left waiting as he feels Lambert slip his cock into him, the sound of their fucking wet and dirty as Lambert whispers a whole manner of dirty things to him, all centered with him on someone’s cock, whilst Geralt worked at his tits, desperate to taste a drop of him as his brother humped his front. Occasionally their cocks bumped together, but Eskel wasn’t fully hard yet, was still recovering from the last one but even then it was the last thing on his mind, right now it was all about getting Lambert to add to the mess Vesemir had left in his hole.

It’s not long before Lamberts biting his neck whilst he grinds his cock deep into him as he comes, and it's then Geralt moans and snarls as he pulls away, pinching one of his nipples between his fingers and he looks down too to watch a bead of milk bead at the tip before Geralt again snarls as he latches on, humping him desperately as he sucks and Eskel lets out a shattered groan when the ache on his tit gives way to pure relief, ecstasy, as he’s finally letting out milk.

He can hear Lambert whine behind him before the witcher's hand comes to work on his other tit to help alleviate the ache whilst Geralt feeds, slapping their brother away with a snarl of mine when Geralt moves to latch onto that one. Eskel’s sure he can come from this, he can feel Lambert’s cock, still inside him, getting hard again and glancing over his prostate whilst Geralt feeds on him.

Only then Geralt chokes as he comes between them and suddenly Eskel is begging ‘In me, Geralt, get your cock in me now’ and he feels Lambert start to pull out, feels the stretch when Geralt tries to shove his cock in just as the head of Lambert’s cock is pulling out, can feel the stretch of both of them in his hole for just a moment before Lambert’s out and Geralt is grinding out the tail end of his orgasm and it’s that which has him shaking through a second orgasm.

The rest of the night is spent in much of the same way, in that even being filled by all three of them isn’t enough, that ache to be filled comes back and he begs to get two of them in his ass at once, but the promise of another time from Vesemir will have to do for now. Although the implied later, of doing this all again, is not lost on Eskel.

They spend hours on the floor by the fire, where he’s left to ride Geralt’s cock who watches with wide eyes and eager hands on his tits as they bounce with each movement, but it doesn’t last long before Lambert kneels beside him to latch onto his other nipple, groaning at the first taste of his milk. Before he can pull either of them into a kiss, where just the thought of tasting his own milk on their tongues has him shiver, Vesemir pulls his head, teasing his cock head at his mouth and fuck why hadn’t Eskel thought of this, letting out a moan when he feels Vesemir’s cock slide deep down his throat.

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Geralt comes back from a hunt to find Jaskier and Ciri teasing each other or just being playful and they go to stop messing around but Geralt axii's them to pursuit it further and do it like he isn't there and he watches as Jaskier ends up plowing into her and she screams for more. Maybe it's not enough and Geralt ends up axii-ing them to keep going, to get Jaskier to eat her out after he's cum in her and to fill her again and again and Geralt gets off on his fav 2 people finding pleasure

So this is technically the half way point of the fic week so have you been enjoying it so far? or not so much? :’D

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It had been an easy hunt, refreshingly easy almost, as what was thought to be a werewolf turned out to just be an extra aggressive pack of wolves, easily dispatched and left his blood thrumming under his skin for an outlet.

He tried to scout the area to find any more wolves or even wild dogs he could kill just to take the edge off, but after half an hour of nothing, he resorted to just heading back to camp and just hoped Ciri had managed to hunt something decent for dinner, that was if Jaskier hadn’t eaten it all already.

It had been strange, but pleasant, coming across Ciri on their travels, and she had gladly joined them on the path for a time, but it had been even stranger to see her and Jaskier embrace like old friends, almost like lovers before they seemed to remember he was there and pulled away with sheepish looks.

The next few days had been just as strange. The two slept side by side, in separate bedrolls of course, but they were usually sharing one come morning, and the evenings they were spent huddled together in conversation talking about their travels and health, their plans for the future, and about meeting for the solstice. A couple of times he swore he could see them holding hands, of Ciri’s sword calloused hands tracing marks on Jaskier’s lute calloused ones as they snuck gazes at each other in the dying firelight.

He wasn’t sure how he felt. At first, he was angry, traveling with Jaskier as long as he had he knew his dangerous reputation of sleeping in the wrong beds with the wrong people, but he couldn’t pinpoint when, but things had changed. He still flirted and left several people flushed and aroused in his wake, but he never went through with it, in fact, he didn’t know when was the last time Jaskier had taken someone to his bed.

He wanted to be mad, to be the protective father figure to Ciri, but even he couldn’t deny that she looked happy by Jaskier’s side, an almost childish youth to both of them when they were together, and wasn’t that what he wanted? The people he cared about most to be happy and healthy?

At least that’s what he thought as he approached the camp, until he heard the faint whispers between his two companions and some other noise he couldn’t place, made clear when he passed through the treeline to see Ciri sat on Jaskier’s lap, his hands down the back of her pants, grinding them together whilst they made out with each other.

Whilst he suspected something was going on between them, it was different seeing it happening right in front of him, but he felt frozen in place as he saw Jaskier pull away from the kiss, flustered in a way he’d never seen before he went to nibble at Ciri’s ear, and he felt his traitorous cock twitch when he heard her moan.

“I promised you the solstice Ciri, best we don’t go any further tonight” He could practically see the pout on Ciri’s face at Jaskier’s words, but that didn’t stop the girl pleading with him anyway, snaking a hand down to rub at Jaskier’s cock, he guessed, and sure enough he saw the bard’s eyelids flutter closed and let out a strained groan.

“C’mon Jaskier, he’s hunting a werewolf miles away, he won’t be back for an hour at least” Both he and Jaskier were fixed on Ciri as she moved down his lap so she could begin to lick at the head of Jaskier’s cock, and it was his fist in his mouth that stopped his moan from being heard.

Jaskier just stroked a hand in Ciri’s hair and let her continue for a minute as she began to suck at the head of his cock before pulling away for a couple of teasing strokes with her tongue, and it was then that Jaskier pulled her away, a chuckle on his lips as he kissed her “Then you underestimate him, my dear, I’ve traveled with him for years and I can bet you he’s on his way back now”

The news however didn’t deter Ciri, who simply smirked into the kiss before getting up on her knees and began to pull her pants down below her ass before positioning herself just over Jaskier’s cock “Guess we better be quick then, shouldn’t be a problem for you old man”

In the next moment Jaskier had rolled them over so that he was on top, a smile on his face as opposed to Ciri’s put out one, clearly, this had happened more than once and he watched as Jaskier carefully put his cock back in his pants before he kissed Ciri’s still exposed hip.

“I told you we’ll wait until the solstice, you’ve gone longer without my cock before” He could see the protest already on Ciri’s lips, but Jaskier is quick to kiss them away before she can voice them “Besides, I don’t intend for Geralt to castrate me tonight if he catches me having my way with you”

The clearing is filled with the sound of both of their laughter, and he feels reassured by it almost, knowing that the both of them are truly happy together as he watches Jaskier pull Ciri’s pants back up before a hand in his hair is pulling him down for a kiss.

“It would be a shame to lose such a beautiful cock, although I think half the continent will hunt Geralt down if they found out”

“And we wouldn’t want that, I put far too many years into improving his reputation for it all to be ruined in a fit of fatherly rage” their snickering was quickly replaced with the sound of their kissing, if it could even be called that, more a mess of tongue and teeth, nothing more than pure passion, and again he felt his cock twitch at the sight.

He lowered a hand to try and readjust himself in his pants and give his cock a squeeze to try and deter it from getting any harder at the sight of his best friend and daughter getting off together, but he couldn’t help but watch the fluid way they moved together, one that spoke of practice together and he was all the more curious just how long the two had been together.

He must have made a sound or something, for the next thing he knew the two of them were tearing away from each other and getting to their feet, and even just where he was stood in the treeline he knew Ciri had seen him from the red in her face and how she kept avoiding his gaze even as she tried to ask for details of the hunt.

The gnawing feeling of guilt began to eat away at him, he had intruded on a personal moment between the two of them, one which made them uncomfortable and would likely mean they wouldn’t seek comfort in each other whilst he still hung around.

Besides who was he to meddle in their affairs, they were happy and so he’d give them what they both wanted, and totally had nothing to do with the half hard cock already straining at his pants.

They didn’t even notice as he performed the sign, just stared at him as he told them to pretend he wasn’t there, that he wouldn’t return until the morning and the effect was instantaneous. Immediately they went to each other and began to make out, any finesse to their actions gone as Jaskier nipped at Ciri’s bottom lip which caused her to moan and press closer against him.

He watched as Jaskier began to undo the laces on Ciri’s shirt and moved to kiss along her neck as he pushed it off of her before moving to his knees to start tugging her pants down “I know I promised you the solstice love, but given the situation, it would be such a waste not to fuck you like you’ve been begging me too”

“I do not beg, bard” He heard Jaskier’s chuckle, muffled from where he was pressing kisses along Ciri’s hips before venturing lower to lick up her clit and watched as Ciri shuddered with a muttered swear.

“And yet you were ready to write odes about my beautiful cock, you’ll have to beg if you want it so bad”

“You’ll have more luck asking the grass to change color”

“We’ll see about that Ciri” It’s then Jaskier got to work, lifting one of Ciri’s knees to hang over his shoulder before eagerly licking at her cunt, the only sound in the clearing being the slick sound of Jaskier licking and sucking at Ciri’s clit accompanied by her moans and the bard’s growls.

He watched as Jaskier first teased one finger along her folds, taking a break to rub at her clit before teasing her hole with it, a smirk on his face as he pressed it in as he watched Ciri’s back arch at the intrusion. He must have done something, moved his finger in some way, or teased it somewhere because the next thing Ciri’s legs jerked and her breath caught before she was shaking through her first orgasm.

“Something you want to say, love?” He could hear the mirth in Jaskier’s voice and could imagine the smirk on his face, especially when Ciri hooked her knee behind his head to shove his face into her cunt again.

“Put your mouth to good use, bard”

“As you wish, your highness” Jaskier didn’t give her a chance to make a rebuttal as he put his efforts into getting her off, sucking at her clit as two then three fingers fucked her to get her through a second then a third orgasm that she was still shivering through when the first rattled please escaped her lips.

He ignored whatever happened next because he was struck by how beautiful Ciri looked, sheened in sweat under the light of the moon, chest, and legs shaking as she bit her lip to try, and fail, to keep back her whines as she shuddered through a fourth orgasm.

That was when his eyes flickered to Jaskier, who was prowling up Ciri’s body, taking his time to lave over one nipple to enjoy the hitch in Ciri’s breath before he moved to her other nipple, tugging it with his teeth until a hand in his hair forced him up to Ciri’s mouth, able to press a quick kiss to her jaw first before flicking his tongue into her mouth.

He saw the muscles in Jaskier’s back bunch and move, watched as Jaskier’s legs forced Ciri’s open wider until she was splayed obscenely, her hands pulling at his hair and scratching down his back whilst her teeth tugged at his ear. Over the sounds of their panting and the slick sound of Jaskier working Ciri’s cunt, he could just about hear the moment Ciri finally begged.

“Please Jaskier, please fuck me”

“What was that Ciri?”

“Don’t play, just get your cock in me, need it” Geralt couldn’t hold back his swear as he grabbed his cock, and squeezed it through his pants, the fabric already wet with pre that was starting to leak down his thigh. He saw them freeze and for a moment he thought that they had heard him, but a quick flash of axii and a bit of suggestion and Jaskier was back to teasing the tip of his cock around Ciri’s hole whilst she tried to use her legs to force him inside her and stop the whole game.

He didn’t see who won, didn’t care when he got to watch Jaskier with his head thrown back and a low groan in his throat slowly grind his cock deeper and deeper into Ciri as she swore and tried to pull him closer.

When Jaskier was fully seated, Ciri pulled him down for a kiss which was more of a messy meeting of tongues as Jaskier started fucking her, quick and hard and dirty and nothing like he’d seen them act that night, not the slow practiced movement of lovers but something to get them off as quickly as possible.

He hadn’t even realized his hand has made its way into his pants, just that he was jerking his cock whilst Jaskier fucked into Ciri, whose back was arched, breasts held tantalizingly close to Jaskier’s mouth and he was only a little jealous when he saw him begin to bite on one nipple and only with Ciri’s hand in his hair did he move to the other one.

It wasn’t long before both of their breathing became ragged, Jaskier telling Ciri to come, to be a good girl and listen to him, and she did with a whine, Geralt watched her body shake, and Jaskier pull her closer as he fucked her through it, even after she began to groan when her pleasure edged with pain. He would intervene but it was clearly just what they did, Jaskier getting her to come over and over until she was limp and sore, and even then, begging for more, frankly, he was surprised Jaskier had the stamina to keep up with her.

Yet he watched Jaskier fuck her through a second orgasm, which had Geralt bite his knuckles as he leaned against the nearest tree to catch his breath as his come spattered over the forest floor, obscenely loud to him and yet the other two paid no mind, Jaskier’s thrusts growing sloppy and desperate, letting out small growls as he tried to hold onto his control.

He watched Ciri move her leg and in a quick movement had flipped them around, a move he had taught her, and that had Geralt swear as he grabbed his cock again, ignoring the ache as he began to jerk himself off to the sight of Ciri eagerly bouncing on Jaskier’s lap, small moans leaving her lips as her tits bounced until Jaskier put his hands on them, thumbing and pinching the nipples before pulling Ciri down to kiss.

In a matter of seconds, it was over, Jaskier let out a shout as his hands clawed at her hips, leaving dents in her skin as she rode him through it, never losing pace even when he whined ‘no more’ which quickly turned into ‘yes just like that love’ and ‘faster princess’.

He had always admired Ciri’s stamina and he did so now as even with sweat coating her and hair clinging to her forehead and a loose smile on her face, she continued to ride Jaskier like it was the only place she wanted to be. He came before they did, Jaskier lifting his hips to meet hers with every thrust until the slap of their skin was the only sound for miles around and it was so obscene, so dirty and yet it was them, his best friend and his daughter in love with each other and so desperate they would have done it in the forest despite him, well they did but before he axiied them.

They didn’t last long after that, first Ciri and then Jaskier let out groans as they came for what felt likes hours before they settled, chests heaving and sweaty as they came down, smiles mirrored on their faces before they met for a messy kiss and let their heartbeats slow down.

Geralt was just about to leave them, to make some excuse to leave, not like he needed one, but to give them privacy to clean up and so he could jerk himself off a couple more times and take the edge off before rejoining them. However, he hadn’t even turned around before Ciri was pulling off Jaskier’s cock, come already dripping out of her and onto Jaskier as she moved over his body until she was straddling his face.

The last thing he saw was Jaskier’s wolfish grin before he put his hands on her ass to bring her closer, to grind her cunt against his tongue, and watched as Ciri tugged at Jaskier’s hair, each pull getting another growl from the man as he edged her towards another orgasm. Well, it gave him an excuse to stay and jerk off here, maybe with a bit more axii he’ll help clean up and look after them later and hope they don’t notice his come staining the ground when they leave tomorrow

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