#eskel and his succubi

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Hi! The eldritch trio fic was lovely! The blend of humour with the seriousness of them being isolated from their brothers on top of the regular witcher isolation must’ve been a difficult line to toe, but I think it turned out great! I smiled at Volthere’s mischief even as my heart ached for the older three.

I was just wondering if you had any idea on what made their batches of mutagens so special? Did each of the three get different mutagens, or did they just react differently to them?

Playing the game, we know that succubi have harvestable mutagens, but did the mages find a way to create an ifrit mutagen? Did they subjugate an ifrit in order to do so? The book Elemental Empires in the game say that ifrits, dao, and marides all share the classification of “genie” with d’jinni, so I imagine that they would be nearly, if not totally impossible to kill, making wishes or full subjugation the only options I can think of, especially considering I don't think witchers would generally hunt them anyways, since they’re both intelligent and generally uninterested in humans unless angered.

Off the top of my head, I can think of both zeugls and kayrans for a monster with tentacles, but other than a genie again, I can’t think of anything particularly easily that would channel the Power that well. Maybe this is just an oversight on my part, but nothing readily comes to mind.

As for Geralt, he didn't seem to exhibit any traits I’d see as genie-like, but the enhanced everything seemed like it might be a higher vampire trait? Though again, I don't know how you’d really harvest mutagens from a body that is forever recovering, though maybe it wouldn’t be a higher vampire like Regis, but one of those who may be labelled as higher or lesser depending on the specimen and the bestiary like a katakan?

I probably overthought this, especially considering it was just a sweet and smutty story, but it was odd hyper fixation time, and today that means a bestiary deep-dive, apparently. Of course, the mutagens may well have come from your bestiary, rather than either the books or the games, which would also be cool, or they could’ve been so top-secret that not even you learned what the mages used, but it seemed fun to speculate:)

I'm genuinely not sure what got put into the Terror Trio's mutagens. Higher vampire seems plausible for Geralt, yes, and something fire-based for Gweld - possibly succubus, possibly ifrit, who knows? - and for Eskel I think it wasn't so much what was in the mutagens as a really interesting conduit moment at a really bad time, plus whatever the mages put into the Grasses. I don't think they were expecting tentacles. I don't think anyone was expecting tentacles.

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I need Lambert/Milena in a Shrek AU.

Just imagine with me:

Duke de Roggeven insults a powerful wizard (we all know he would - he'd be lucky if it was only ONE) who then curses his daughters. All three of them.

(ETA: he pissed off Yennefer. Probably insulted her mixed elven heritage and/or her inability to have kids, so she went "alright. Let's see how you feel when YOUR daughters are inhuman and infertile monsters.")

By night, each of them transforms into a different non-human humanoid: Marta is a succubus (all her lust for power and a crown turned into a different kind of lust - and we'll pretend that succubi *can* live without sex, but they feel sick and hungry the whole time), Marika is an elf (still elegant and pretty, but inhuman enough to shock everyone - Marika didn't piss off Yennefer), and Milena is a witcher (Yennefer saw her strength and kindness and went "this suits you.")

Marta, of course, spends the entire time being FURIOUS at being some "sex obsessed half goat! I am the daughter of a DUKE! The ELDEST DAUGHTER! How dare she!" Marika isn't happy, per se, but she privately goes "it could be a LOT worse. I'll take it." Milena actually enjoys her new abilities - she's so strong! Her senses are much sharper! - and the eyes are rather pretty.

After being COMPLETELY HORRIFIED that his daughters (well, mostly Marta) are cursed to become non-humans by night, Duke de Roggeven locks them in a castle guarded by a dragon and then pretends that he's sent them abroad to stay with distant relatives.

Meanwhile, Marta is getting on EVERYONE'S last nerve with her constant bitching, Marika is trying to keep their lifestyle as pleasant as possible, and Milena...

Milena befriends the dragon. She thinks Villentretenmerth is fascinating, and when she learns that the three ladies who showed up to help the sisters are also dragons, she wants to learn as much as they can teach her.

(Marta refuses to acknowledge any of them. "I will not consort with beasts," she sniffs hautily, and locks herself in a private bedroom every night before sunset.)

So! Back in Redania, Duke de Roggeven has convinced everyone that Yennefer's line about "whoever breaks the curse will gain a treasure greater than gold or gems" means that they can gain literal treasure (and/or magical treasure) by rescuing and marrying his daughters, and not - to take an example COMPLETELY at random - their true love as a bride.

(Yes, true love is the cure. Of course it is.)

So the asshole king of Kaedwen hears about the supposed princess and holds a huge tournament - and Lambert shows up because "that fucker dumped a bunch of refugees in our mountains, the fucking bastard. Who does that?!"

Jaskier, being one of the refugees - and also a bard who can sense the potential for a good story - insists on coming with him. They 100% do the "Donkey won't stop singing until Shrek snaps at him to shut up - and then he hums" scene.

About five times.

(Geralt and Eskel either stayed home to help Vesemir manage the refugees or hang around the Kaedweni court to remind the king of his promise - and make sure he doesn't get any even WORSE ideas.)

(Lambert REFUSED to stay in Kaer Morhen when Vesemir was being bossy - "I get enough of him riding my damn ass during fucking winter, NO GODSDAMNED WAY." And his brothers very sensibly refused to let him stay in court longer than absolutely necessary because, uh, they've MET Lambert and they know exactly how badly it would go. So he gets rescue duty by default. At least the princess will be happy to get to Ard Carraigh and away from him. They send Jaskier with him to try to temper some of his, uh, Lambert-ness.)

Anyway! Lambert and Jaskier arrive at the tumbledown castle guarded by a dragon, and Jaskier is immediately like "oh how wonderful! How majestic! Look at that wingspan!" And Lambert is like "...remember how we're here to fight the bastard? We have to GET PAST HIM to rescue whatever noble bint got stuck out here."

Jaskier pouts.

Villentretenmerth finds all this terribly amusing, especially since he recognizes a witcher when he sees one. So he sticks his nose in their camp and asks (rumbles) "what makes you think that even a witcher can defeat the greatest and oldest of dragonkind?"

So Jaskier introduces them - as dramatically and fancily as possible - and states that they are here to rescue the princess.

Milena creeps out from Villentretenmerth's wing. "We are the daughters of the Duke de Roggeven, and there are three of us. I hope you will still take us home?"

Villentretenmerth sighs. This girl. Always getting underfoot. "I will let you take the ladies with you - but you must convince them to leave freely. If they refuse - now or later - I will take them back."

"He sent THREE girls to some remote fucking castle? Fucker. Yeah, I'll take you all. Jask, let's find 'em and get out of here."

So Milena leads them up to the tallest tower where her sisters spend their day. I can't decide if I want Marta to do the whole "sleeping beauty waiting for a kiss" thing (assuming that JASKIER is her princely rescuer and Lambert is just there as a guard.) If she does, she'll get a rude surprise when Lambert shakes her awake and tells her to pack anything she's taking with her, they're LEAVING.

So the guys get the ladies and lead them out - pretending to ignore the hissing and squabbling that said ladies are doing behind the men's backs - and are unhappily surprised AGAIN because not only are their rescuer(s) NOT a prince and his retinue, they don't even have HORSES.

The dragons, of course, are watching this with amusement...and no little relief at getting rid of Miss Complainer the Eldest.

I'm gonna say it takes less than two days for Marta and Lambert to have a truly nasty fight. She wants a horse. A private carriage, really, but she'll SETTLE for a horse. Purebred, obviously. And fashionable new dresses, and BATHS, and food cooked in an actual KITCHEN, and a private bedroom from sundown to sunrise, and...

Lambert is just like "look lady, I don't get any reward until I deliver you, I don't have the coin for any of that, and I wouldn't waste on stupid fucking luxuries if I did."

This does not go over well. At all. There are very angry words shouted about his lack of preparation, decorum, breeding, proper dress...the list is endless.

Lambert gives exactly zero shits.

Milena is watching the fight with interest - she finds him FASCINATING - and Marika is mostly trying to stay out of it. She agrees with Marta on most of the points - their tower-castle was reasonably comfortable, certainly more so than this long hike back to civilization - but also, freedom.

If only they were returning home instead of to a strange country...

Which is about when Villentretenmerth - as the human Borsch - walks into their camp, accompanied by the three dragon woman who have been tending to the sisters. "Marchionesses. Wolf. Bard. I warned you I would take the ladies back if they wished to leave your company."

"The TOWER is better than staying with this BARBARIAN," Marta sniffs. "And Father arranged for marriages for Marika and I already!"

(She knows she gets the crown prince - and she knows that Kaedwen's king is a murderous asshole. Being queen doesn't count if she's not alive to enjoy it...and she won't have allies there to help her plot regicide. She's ambitious, not stupid.)

Somehow, it works out that Borsch and his friends take Marta and Marika back while Lambert and Jaskier continue to Kaedwen with Milena. There is ABSOLUTELY a scene where Lambert is out hunting when bandits try to attack the supposedly unguarded noblewoman and bard, and Milena thoroughly kicks their ass.

Lambert runs back just in time to be HELLA aroused impressed at Milena. Jaskier is already composing an ode to her.

They arrive at Ard Carraigh. Stuck up knights send for the king, who pretends he's a decent person long enough to carry Milena off on a fancy horse. Half an hour later, just as Lambert is moping about losing his new friend, his brothers arrive and go "quick, where's the lady? We have to get out her out of here!"

A very confusing but short explanation-argument later, Eskel and Geralt are chasing after Lambert as he storms the royal palace BY HIMSELF, because like hell will he leave Milena to that monster!

The confrontation is absolutely the most dramatic thing Ard Carraigh has seen in decades, with the witchers storming in just after Milena is crowned but before she can kiss her new husband...

...whom Lambert immediately punches in the face. "HOW MANY WOMEN HAVE YOU KILLED?!? HOW MANY, ASSHOLE? Did you even bother to COUNT THEM?"

Everyone gasps. Eskel and Geralt keep the guards back with drawn swords.

"NO MORE! I *WILL NOT* let you murder Milena for your sick fucking games!"

The king tries to splutter something, but Lambert takes his head off before he can get it out.

And then the sun sets.

And Milena...changes.

Scars from her training with the dragons, greater muscles than any noblewoman should have, and her eyes...

She shrieks - not at the king's death or the witchers' violence, but at her own secret coming out. She's hidden it for so long, and so carefully...she'll never survive this. The Kaedweni court will turn her out, if they don't execute her with her (very briefly) husband -

And then Lambert takes her hand.

"Milena? Are you...okay? Did they hurt you? What happened?"

"I'm CURSED! My sisters and I are cursed - for years now!"

He looks at her. "Y'look fine to me. It suits you."

"Really?"

"I wouldn't lie to you. Never have, never will. And I think you look - good. Really good. The dress is kinda silly - "

Milena giggles. She thought the same thing, when her maids were lacing and buttoning her into the massive thing.

"But YOU are gorgeous. Always have been."

"You still like me? Even..."

"As mutated and scarred up as I am? I'd have to be a fool not to. You're the bravest, strongest, most amazing woman I've ever met."

And she kisses him. She has to, can't hold it back.

(Cue the curse breaking - and leaving her as a witcher.)

Obviously there's cleanup, but Milena IS the queen, and is suddenly betrothed to the man who killed the murderous previous king - so it works out.

And then Villentretenmerth comes back.

[alyssalenko]

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Fixing Canon: 'Twelve Years'. I wanted to fix the in-game romance of James Vega and Femshep, because the scene as it was, was just plain icky.

I just want them to kiss: In 'Hearts Laid Bare' I wanted a kiss after Blackwall's trial when he's reconciling his past and his future all with the inquisitor by his side. It doesn't get addressed outside a couple conversations but her support means the world to him.

This idea wouldn't shut up until I wrote it: How Harry Carlyle and Marlo Ryder got started on their secret relationship in A Dose of Vitamin Me. They literally took over my brain.

Found a prompt list: 30-day NSFW challenge--Mass Effect. I was trying to get out of my comfort zone and this was how I did it.

Everyone lives and nothing hurts: THANE DESERVED A HAPPY ENDING DAMMIT. so I wrote it myself in 'Unexpected'. He gets to reconcile with his son and have his Siha too.

Saw the plot and needed it for my OTP: The Miraculous Takes of Ladybug and Chat Noir and Superman inspired my Superhero AU: We Could be Heroes. I wanted the love square with themselves all while in the more adult world of journalism instead of school.

I was joking with my friend and it happened: I decided James game Kaidan the nickname 'Glowstick' and @forlornmelody was constantly giggling because she would think of disco stick and Lady Gaga's "Love Game" so I had to.

I woke up at 3am with an idea: 'Bound to You' gets credit for this one. I woke up thinking about how Solas put up the veil to seal the old Elves away because they killed Mythal. Then he makes us activate all those elven artifacts to “strengthen the veil” (either that’s not what they really did or he SERIOUSLY wanted to be stopped) and then he kills Mythal to get her soul and the old God soul to bring himself back up to full power so he can tear the veil down…But what if you had an Inquisitor that drank the Well of Sorrows, and was tied to Mythal? Would that mean that they were tied to Solas because he took her soul? Do you think they also felt Mythal's death? I feel like they must have and if they were in a relationship that he'd be easier to find in Trespasser due to the nature of the bond. And what if he killed Mythal BECAUSE the Inquisitor drank from the Well and was tied to her? In his own twisted way he thought he was helping and didn't realize how deep the bond went, considering Mythal controlled the Inquisitor and forced them to stop Morrigan. And then he felt guilty, because now that power is his, but he loves her and doesn't want to MAKE her do anything, and only then does he realize the gravitas of his actions.

This is going to be so HOT: I had toyed with the idea of a Joker/Femshep/Kaidan threesome for a very long time and was finally encouraged to pen 'By All Means' by my darling @naromoreau instead of just thinking about it. It even got a prequel 'On One Condition' and has another sequel in the works

Thought of a great line: In my oneshot 'Of Witchers and Succubi' Eskel has an aside I'm really proud of and it had to make it in. "Maybe it was her own scars, or how gentle and loving she was to him, or how she made a point to kiss every scar on his body telling him he was beautiful and replacing all the bad memories with something good. What was once just a scar from a blade in his side became the place she gripped as she rode him into oblivion, and a deep gash from a nekker claw became a trail of fiery kisses to his pulse point."

Gift fic: I write a lot of gift fics because I do a lot of exchanges. But I used to just knock one out for a birthday or something. I it's a toss up between 'Beautiful Christmas' that I wrote for @starsandskies or 'Until the Stars Crumble' for @briarfox13.

I want this universe and those characters: Underworld meets Mass Effect in 'Claimed'. I've always wanted a vampire and a werewolf as soulmates and had a blast with this one using Femshep and Kaidan as my muses.

It came to me in a dream: This one hasn't been posted anywhere yet. I'm still fleshing it out. But it's two spies who are partners falling in love and there are powers and AIs and car chases and weapon drops. It will be a sci-fi action fic when it's done. :)

I don't even know: This one has snippets out in the universe but hasn't been fully posted anywhere yet. I use it as an outlet to get comfortable with certain words during a sex scene or practice dirty talk and literally just letting whatever is in my head out no matter how filthy. XD eventually it will become a thing just not yet.

Fixing fanon: Everyone sees Conrad Verner as a Shepard obsessed idiot, when in fact he's very smart...just overly zealous. So @naromoreau and I thought, what if we approached it differently (and it also had the prompt something you don't ship but here we are XD)? And thus 'It's a Match' and it's sequel 'Once More with Feeling' were born.

But what happens AFTER canon: After dealing with the devil and stopping it, I wanted a soft moment between Asra and MC in 'Two Halves of a Whole'. I do want to go back and revisit these two with shared sensations because they share a heart.

If no one else will write it I will: Timothy Olmundson can sing and by extension so can Aric Jorgan. I always saw posts about it but no one ever followed through so I did in 'Love Song for No One'

Just to see if I could: i'm not a long-fic kind of person. I want the kisses and the smut, and I want them immediately. So my game spanning, full dialogue run-though of Mass Effect: Curious was to see if i could stick it out. It's been slow going, but I haven't quit yet because I wanted to expand on the little moments between Shepard and Kaidan.

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Realm five: the Continent

I knew I wouldn't be able to handle Mr. Sunshine in the moment so I turned away from the mountains and led Baldur into the heartlands. It wasn't long before we ran into Lambert. I was mildly amused to see Baldur quietly staring down the rambunctious spitfire, and we both looked on silently while the Red Wolf chased off a few catcallers that had taken notice of me.

Baldur declared Lambert to be "alright" and ordered him a pint at the tavern. The story was so complex and we had been dropped in the middle of it that I wasn't entirely sure what to do about any of it. So we stuck to the young witcher for a while and met Aiden. Who promptly told Lambert he wanted to be part of "whatever you two are doing behind closed doors". Referencing me and Lambert.

I stared at Lambert for a few seconds. "Have we ever actually closed the door?"

"Can't honestly say we have." He responded in the same monotone. We both shrug and turn back to the Cat.

"You disappoint me, Wolf. I thought you knew how to use your charms."

"What the fuck are you all talking about?!"

As Baldur angrily demanded an explanation I poked around the local griffin nest and the witchers set about collecting the bounty on the beast. I didn't even hesitate before hefting the head all the way to town, tossing it at the mayor's feet, and collecting the full reward for it before handing the full purse directly to Lambert.

And so began an unlikely friendship with the two witchers. Years passed rather slowly, so I was mildly surprised to realize that Aiden's death would be staged soon. It took just a month to tear apart that entire scheme. And I began to realize I was getting attached again. I wandered off with Baldur trailing behind me to sort through my feelings. A year I spent tracking Emhyr and mulling over everything. The emporer finally decided to confront me and we wagered a fair duel. His men were very upset at their sovereigns defeat but I now had permission to cross the emperial borders freely.

At which point I turned around and began hunting for the witchers again. Before I could find the Red Wolf tho, we stumbled upon the Dragon. Wrapped up in succubi. I almost left him to it but when I looked closer it was apparent they intended to kill him when they finished feeding off him. We chased them away but the fever lingered, growing to dangerous levels rather quickly. A choice I'd make a thousand times over, I sent Baldur to find a healer while I tackled his lust directly. Couldn't rightly walk for a day afterwards and I couldn't have been more pleased about it. The way Eskel acted you would think he forced himself on me despite my numerous reassurances that I was perfectly content to be bedridden with a witcher massaging my sore muscles.

We left him at a fork in the road and met back up with Lambert halfway through Kaedwen and followed him back to the foot of the Blue mountains. Back in the quiet village where we finally met Geralt. He seemed uncomfortable so I kept my distance even when Lambert nagged him for being antisocial. When Vesemir arrived in the square he met us with barely concealed hostility. At which point I chose to withdraw entirely. With a promise to meet Lambert at the border in the middle of spring. We wandered off to random towns, drifting for the cold months.

Spring came early but our reunion with the Red Wolf was marked by the company of his mentor. Lambert greeted us with a long suffering look as Vesemir launched into an aggressive interrogation. Which I immediately shut down, much to Lambert's delight. I didn't need to explain anything to the old wolf and would not entertain his questions for even a moment.

I knew his hostility was due mostly to the fatherly role he had taken on for the past few centuries, but if we intended harm for Lambert, it would have already happened. Vesemir was not happy to hear that we had meet years ago but could not argue the facts. We struck out to find monster contracts and Vesemir turned back towards his mountain home.

When next we parted from Lambert, we found ourselves being pulled into yet another realm. This one full of Death.

[thequeeninyellowlace]

Oh, I love that scene! It was a nice climax after the many episodes of Eskel happily living his life, safe and well, far from all the political machinations, having sex with lots of happy and well-satisfied succubi and spending all his other nights curled up with Jaskier, reading poetry and snuggling.

My absolute favourite scene in season 3 was when in the middle of the Thanedd ball Real Eskel rode in at full speed on top of Scorpion, with Lil’ Bleater in one hand, sword in the other, and decapitated Stregobor.

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Bready! You are so lovely! I swear you make me tear up with happiness on a very regular basis. If I could, I’d be bundling you up in a massive hug right about now. Alas, the world is not in a state for that to be possible just yet. So have a ficlet instead for an idea that woke me at 3am with the thought “this is one I need to tell Bready about”.

Awakening

The world hated Witchers, that much was true. They were freaks, mutants, terrifying with their abilities as they took on monster after monster that no man could contend with. In another reality they could have been worshipped as heroes and gods. Alas, the Continent was taught to fear the Witchers, the very Mages who created them poisoned the world against them. With good reason too, though their secrets died with them. They hadn't set out to create warriors or protectors. They had wanted to create gods that they could control. Nobody knew that they had succeeded.

Geralt was the Wolf mages' prime example. Their previous attempts at the second set of mutations had been hindered by their own doubts. They didn't think their selected victims would survive so they didn't. But Geralt, he was something special. All the mages pulled together, their collective faith that he was the one meant that Geralt came out of the second bout of torture as something more than an average Witcher. The mages' belief fuelled his abilities and, as other Witchers saw him and his new prowess, Geralt's status as something more than them was cemented. It effected his everything from signs to prowess with his sword. Geralt became the hated hero of Witchers, the one who survived twice the number of mutations an thrived.

When the sacking happened, the surviving Wolf Witchers crumbled. Geralt less so than the others because he was still known throughout the Continent, had people believe in his capabilities. But Eskel's signs became weaker. They blamed it on grief, on the shock and trauma of clearing up the aftermath of the sacking. Even though Witchers allegedly didn't feel, the others knew how much bullshit it was. They just hoped that, given time, Eskel would bounce back.

Seemingly, the least affected was Lambert. But, then again, nobody ever really thought he would amount to much. A runt, a troublemaker, one who would never amount to much. So he didn't. His signs were weak, he wasn't a natural with a sword. What he was though, was determined. He proved every doubter wrong, learned his swordsmanship by rote, practiced until he could survive. Just because Eskel saw him and decided he was worth the effort, was worth spending hours upon hours with, going through the bestiaries, footwork, forms, it didn't mean it was enough to improve his signs. One Witcher's belief wasn't enough to lift anyone out of the dirt. But Lambert believed in himself enough to get by, his spite and determination to prove everyone wrong was just about enough to have him cling to the coattails of skills that meant he could survive life as a Witcher.

Blaviken happened, Geralt's cocksureness in his capabilities wobbled. He was on the cusp of crumbling, the world was turning against him and he didn't know how to keep going. At least, not until Jaskier came along. The bard's songs spread through the Continent, the White Wolf had a reputation the far outstripped all previous notions and beliefs. Once again Geralt was in his prime, strong, powerful and determined. He took on monster after monster and came out victorious.

He wasn't the only one to benefit. Though Eskel had always had powerful signs, the fact the Continent was slowly becoming less hostile towards Witchers helped him too. After the Trials, everyone had admired the strength of his signs and his robustness. After the sacking, when he went out into the world again, Eskel found a new reputation, one that pushed him not just in the ways of a Witcher's capabilities. Bedding one succubus led to another. Soon, Eskel had amassed a new set of believers in the form of creatures who admired not only his compassion and strength as a Witcher but also his skills in bed.

There was some improvement for Lambert too, thank to Jaskier's work. But he found something more. Aiden was the first person he met who truly believed Lambert was capable. It spurred Lambert to show off for him, to want to try and be better, worthy of the attention. And Aiden gave it to him, loving to see Lambert succeed. While Eskel's quiet belief in Lambert had been enough to keep him going, Aiden's adoration was the spark that Lambert had missed. He thrived under the attention, the love. Though his signs still could never compare to that of his brothers', he didn't care.

Without the mages to temper their beliefs and that of the Continent, Witchers flourished. Jaskier's songs fuelled their reputation which only served to make them more powerful. Not that they realised, not initially. It was good fortune, the change of attitudes made them see things differently. It was only when Vesemir dared venture out on the Path again, feeling less old and run down than he had in decades.

Monsters no longer stood a chance when they encountered a Witcher. A mate pair of arch griffins was a bit of a workout but no longer the fear fuelled fight of desperation between a creature and a Witcher who just wanted some coin to afford food and repairs. Things were changing and there was more to it than simple good fortune. It was time to do something that Witchers hadn't done in a long time. They all got together.

Sorceresses had Aretuza, mages had Ban Ard. Suddenly, Witchers were in search of a home, they had been too spread out, schools at war with each other thanks to the long dead mages. Now, they were uniting, finding their own worth and slowly pushing the boundaries of their newfound limits. It was the very beginning of something new, something the Continent had never seen before. The new gods were awakening.

[proheromidoriyashouto]

headcanon that witchers all have Fangs. witchers lose and grow newer, stronger teeth several times as adolescents until they have rightfully monsterous teeth-- another weapon to be used against monsters, a set of jaws that can crush bones, teeth that are better suited to consuming raw meat on the Path.

geralt’s second round of mutations gave him Such Big Fangs he struggles to talk. his teeth meeting is a guillotine. he straight up bites entire chunks out of things, no touchy. geralt wears a glamour tied to his medallion out on the Path to disguise his mouth because without it making his mouth look typically human, he’s constantly fully baring his fangs to talk with humans and they Do Not Like That. but when he is comfortable he actually won’t bother enunciating more than necessary and has a THICK Lisp. his brothers and vesemir have learned to understand him, and while it takes jaskier a while once he’s in on it, he does get there too. (he also takes over negotiating for geralt’s compensation as much as he can. and they practice kissing. a lot. it’s gross and clumsy and very enthusiastic)

eskel has a slight underbite that is exaggerated by his lower canines sticking out of his mouth just enough to be a problem. unlike geralt, eskel doesn’t bother with a glamour and he’s learned to talk pretty clearly besides so he doesn’t see a point. much to his delightconsternation, this is very attractive to female monsters (succubi and vampires and sirens) and they’re constantly flirting with him. eskel is infamous in certain circles in novigrad, and every couple of winters he doesn’t make it to kaer morhen before the mountain pass closes for... reasons.

lambert has the most human-like teeth except for two teeth on the upper left side of his mouth--his only “proper fangs“. they grow close together, giving the impression of one big fang that digs into his lower lip. he’s developed a tick where he runs his tongue over them when he’s cheating at gwent or otherwise nervous. no one has told him and he has never won a game against his brothers since they realized this decades ago, much to his frustration. he’s self-concious about his lack of “grown witcher” teeth and gets testy whenever someone tries to talk to him about it. (vesemir believes the trauma of the sacking of kaer morhen stunted his full development as he was fresh out of the grasses at that time. this is supported by the fact that he’s the shortest and the smallest of the remaining wolves. thus lambert is stuck with “baby” witcher teeth for the most part). a few times early in their acquaintanceship, aiden would stick grapes on the longest tooth while lambert was asleep just to see if he’d notice, and he ate them without waking.

vesemir’s teeth are starting to fall out in his old age. witchers were never meant to grow old and so his teeth have become deceptively brittle. he knew he was getting old when the first tooth to fall out in centuries didn’t grow back right away, or well, when it did. his once inpressive teeth are sensitive to temperature and snaggly, gums softer with time, jaw bones worn down by heavy teeth they weren’t designed to support for so long. he wasn’t much of a smiler in his prime-- too caught up in tradition to be affectionate to his boys when they needed it most-- and now he doesn’t want them to worry about the state of his health by seeing inside his mouth-- turning away to laugh at their antics, aware they mistake it for disapproval, but hints of his old vanity keep him from correcting them.

[shy-indulgent-writer]

Eskel x GN!Reader - “I love you. Romantically.”

full of misunderstandings and pining all day long 🥳 hope you enjoy!

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You say it without thinking about it the first time, just a simple “i love you” before you retire to your separate rooms for the night

It’s not an uncommon thing to say— you say it to your friends and family when you see them, both as a way of “hello” and “goodbye”

You give him a wave as you shut the door, wishing he had at least said “goodnight” in response

You and Eskel have been traveling together for a couple months now; you’re hoping to write an accurate bestiary, and with the witcher’s help, your risk of dying is significantly lessened

You’re properly compensating him for his time and protection: paying for his room, buying food and drinks more often than not, etc.

Though you initially went into this as a transactional work relationship, you both began to loosen up around each other, slowly building trust to the point that you can consider yourselves friends

He’s stubborn in his ways, but so gentle when it comes to the little things— you think his purpose-driven nature is charming

Eskel begins walking back to his room in a stupor, heart beating slightly faster, and face feeling hot

No one had told him that they loved him before; aside from women at that masquerade ball who couldn’t see his face, or the four succubi who said it to please him, but you know him and still said it

It feels strange; on one hand he’s comforted and ecstatic, but on the other he feels completely undeserving— he’s not used to being loved

He has a hard time sleeping that night, his heart racing whenever he thinks about what you said

The next day, he’s a bit more on edge— maybe you hadn’t meant to say it, maybe you’ll take it back and leave him

It’s not brought up by you, but he stays vigilant in case you ever change your mind. When more time passes without that happening, he becomes a little more touchy— letting touches linger, getting close to you and letting your shoulders bump against his, etc.

“Sorry,” is usually what he’ll say when he bumps into you, usually feigning embarrassment, not knowing you can read his facial expressions well enough to tell that he’s smiling

“Your hands are cold,” he’ll tell you as he wraps his hand around yours, claiming that it’s because a human’s body temperature runs lower than a witcher’s; it’s only natural that he do this for you

You’re not quite sure why he’s been more clingy lately, but you certainly aren’t complaining— he’s been flustering you lately, and you hope he doesn’t see you as a friend…

Because of his actions, you’ve realized that you want to be more than friends

You can’t not love him

You can’t not fall for his smile, or the calluses on his hands, the way his scar makes his lip quirk up, and the way he knows what he wants

The second time you say it, it’s a couple weeks later, and your heart is practically in your throat, your tone not betraying you as you speak the words he’s been waiting to hear

“Goodnight, Eskel.” You clutch your hand to your chest, hoping he hadn’t heard your sharp intake of breath. “Love you, and see you in the morning.”

You quickly close the door to your rented room, not wanting to see his response and you cover your face with your hands, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks

There’s no going back now… you really mean it when you say it, and you don’t know how often you’ll be able to say it without him realizing your true feelings and intentions

Hopefully, if he doesn’t return your feelings, you can just brush it off as something you say to everyone

You appreciate his company, but Melitele above, you’d love to be more than just friends if he’d allow you to

That night, he doesn’t get any sleep— none at all

He thought he would be ecstatic to hear it, but instead all he’s felt is this gnawing sense of dread and guilt

Once might have been an accident, but for you to tell him that you love him for a second time?

It’s not that he’s unhappy, but he doesn’t know why you say it— why him?

The more he thinks about it, the more conflicted he feels

You’re too good and perfect and unattainable in his eyes, to be with him would only destroy you

He spends a lot of time that night staring at his reflection in the mirror, filled with self-loathing as he wonders what you could possibly see in him

He’s a witcher, he’ll spend his life on The Path and die on it. He’s lived a long life so far, but nothing is ever certain. And even if he doesn’t die soon, what if you do? You’re a human— he doesn’t know if he’d be able to handle loving you, knowing that one of you will have to leave before the other

The last few weeks have been a momentary lapse of judgement— he won’t allow his selfish feelings to drag you down

Going forward, he’s still sweet, constantly looking out for you and ensuring your comfort as you travel, but he seems a bit more hesitant

The touches he used to indulge in and let linger are kept brief, as though punishing himself for succumbing to his feelings

You don’t know what’s going on in his head, you’re worried that you’ve done something to upset him, that maybe you’re moving too fast, or that you’ve fucked up whatever companionship you had

You give him a bit more space in response, hoping not to pressure him into anything he doesn’t want— if he needs space, you’re more than willing to give it to him, no questions asked

He misunderstands this; he thinks that you’re retracting your love away, that it’s conditional and that you’ve realized he can’t love you the way you deserve

He wouldn’t blame you for feeling that way

Things are a bit awkward for most of the week, conversations feel forced and everything is said and done with hesitation

Maybe he just isn’t a words guy, you figure— maybe you just need to show him through actions to take it slower

It seems like he doesn’t like physical touch anymore, maybe he was initially forcing himself to do it to please you?

You would never want him to feel obligated to do something he doesn’t enjoy! You just need to be more creative in showing your affections

You start to do things like spoiling Scorpion and brushing her when Eskel is out, you try to cook the foods he likes with what meager supplies you have, and you start to stay up later so that you can stay on night watch duty longer than usual because you want him to get enough sleep, etc.

He’s confused— he thought you didn’t love him anymore, but now you’re being so sweet and caring and careful, he doesn’t know what this means

Perhaps this just meant that you still love him as a friend, even if not as a lover?

You’re both idiots in love— and you’re both completely misunderstanding each other

He starts traveling slower so that you don’t tire yourself out, he makes sure you’re getting more than enough to eat, and sometimes he’ll sit next to you at night, neither of you wanting the other to leave

He’s grateful that you care for him, in any way, shape, or form

He does his best to stomp out his budding romantic affections for you— he would hate to betray your trust in this friendship by doing or reading into things with romantic intent

You’re happy with the way he’s responded to your affections so far— acts of service and quality time seems to work well for him; he’s started to spend more time in your company again and things are less tense

You come to the conclusion that he didn’t say “I love you” or anything back after said it because he wasn’t ready

You’re aware of the risks and dangers that comes with being a witcher, and so you make sure not to say it again— you wouldn’t purposefully put him in an awkward situation if you know it would stress him out and create a rift between you two

He probably felt uncomfortable about your i love yous, maybe it was just too sudden— it’s okay though, you’ll wait till he’s ready

People can be in a relationship without saying “i love you all” the time; maybe he’s the type of person who only says it at important times

Since you don’t say “i love you” to him anymore, he thinks you’re truly done with him; he’s doing his best not to cross the line between friends, but he still loves you

He’s a fool for thinking he could only stay a little bit in love with you

He feels selfish, but also feels like deserves as some sort of retribution— of course you wouldn’t love him back, his stupidity is why he’s feeling so upset; he shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up in the first place

“I can’t do this anymore,” he starts one night, looking at the campfire as he speaks. “I feel like I’m betraying you.”

“What do you mean?” You stop writing in the bestiary, closing the journal to give him your full attention.

“I’ll give you to another witcher tomorrow. Lambert typically takes jobs in this area, so he’ll do a good job of protecting you when you go with him. If you give him lots of beer, he’ll tell you anything you need for your bestiary.”

When you don’t respond, he sighs, making himself clearer. “I’m saying this so that you can start packing for tomorrow when you leave.”

Is this his way of rejecting you?

“Eskel,” you look him in the eye, “did I do something wrong? Did I make you uncomfortable?”

You can feel your eyes burn with unshed tears as he turns away

“It’s okay if you don’t love me back,” your voice breaks as tears start to fall, “but please don’t push me away.”

When you start to cry, you don’t immediately stop, and he’s at a loss for what to do

He rushes to your side, awkwardly placing his large hand on your shoulder and rubbing circles to calm you down, but that only serves to make you cry harder

Why is he being so nice when he’s breaking your heart?

“I didn’t want to make you cry. I’m sorry.” His voice is small and gentle, as though he’s afraid of scaring you away. “Is there anything I can do to help you stop?”

“Why are you doing this?” You feel your lip wobble as you try your best to stop crying. “I’m not going to be able to fall out of love with you at this rate.”

Eskel thinks about things that you’ve said, things that you’ve done, hoping that something would give him a clue about how to calm you down

“Wait,” he thinks back on your previous words, confusion thick in his voice, “Love you back? Fall out of love with me? What are you talking about?”

You’re getting a bit more upset. Why is he rubbing salt in your wounds when he knows exactly why you’re crying?

“Eskel.” Your voice sharp because you’re exasperated and tired and embarrassed. You just want to leave this conversation. “I’m saying that I’m in love with you, and I know you don’t feel the same way. I’ve been trying to make this relationship work, but nothing I ever do seems to work for you.”

You push his hand off you and stand up to start angrily pacing, needing to get some restless energy out as you talk.

“I tried to tell you that I love you, but you never said anything back, and so I didn’t want to rush you or push you into saying it out of obligation.” You huff out a broken laugh. “I start trying to show my love for you through actions after we practically avoided each other for a week, and I thought it was going well! But clearly,” you gesture between yourself and him, “it’s not.”

He’s very very confused, and you’re very very upset

“You love me?” He points to himself as though there’s anyone else there but you two

“Yes, Eskel. I fucking love you. I’ve tried to be a good partner for you in this relationship, but you keep giving me mixed messages! Like— one week something is good and then the next you avoid me for doing it?”

“Hold on,” he walks over to you, holding your shoulders again so that you stop pacing. “We’re in a relationship? You love me romantically?”

“Yes! What do you not get, Eskel?”

You’ve clearly spelled everything out for him, but you repeat it anyways just so that he can get it through his skull. “I love you, Eskel. We were dating, and now you’re pushing me onto another witcher because you realized you don’t actually love me back, and that you don’t want to be around me anymore!”

He doesn’t know what to really say to this— I mean… where does he start?

“I didn’t know you loved me.” He decides that’s a good place to start, seeing how you begin to deflate as he finally contributes to the conversation. “I didn’t know we were in a relationship.”

“Huh?”

“I thought I was the one with unrequited feelings for you, and I was giving you to Lambert because I was betraying you by not being able to keep my affections for you platonic.”

You both stand in silence for a while, trying to make sense of this

“Eskel,” you grab his hands and hold them in yours. “I love you. Your feelings aren’t unrequited, and I don’t want to be under Lambert’s care. I love you and only you.”

A lovestruck grin is plastered on his face, and you can’t help but to fall a little bit more in love

“I love you. Please date me.” He smiles as he starts leaning in, eyes practically shining with joy and adoration

“Our first date can be getting drinks, because Melitele knows I need one after this.” You reach up to kiss him on the lips, and relief spreads through you as his chapped lips meet yours

He pulls you closer to him, savoring the moment he’s daydreamed about for weeks as he releases the feelings he’s held back

When you’re finally done, you’re slightly out of breath, and he has a blush on his face

“I told you that I loved you like, twice.”

“In my defense,” he fiddles with his fingers, “I thought you meant it platonically.”

“…So, do-over?” You give an awkward smile, a bit embarrassed about your behavior earlier.

“Yes please.”

You chuckle, suddenly feeling tired as the stress leaves your body

“So I can travel with you? You’re not going to give me to Lambert?”

He positions himself so that he can hug you from behind, inhaling the scent of you as though claiming that your very being is his alone

“You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

When you eventually release each other, you both start getting ready to hit the hay, deciding that you’re both safe enough to not need night watch since you’re close to the next town

While you’re getting ready, you can’t stop yourself from going back to kiss him every few minutes, and he gladly indulges you

You put your bedrolls next to each other and cuddle up, shifting around a bit until you’re laying on his chest, enjoying the way it rises and falls with each breath

“Goodnight, Eskel. I love you. Romantically.”

He laughs and you feel the deep rumbling from him

“Goodnight, my mate. I love you romantically too.”

You easily fall into sleep, feeling safe in his arms

Hours later you awaken to him nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, and you gently brush his hair out of his face with your hand

“Hi there, how long have you been up?”

He kisses your neck, enjoying the way your pulse quickens. “A while. I wasn’t bored though.”

You smile and lean in to give him a gentle kiss, so glad that you can stay by his side

After packing up and heading into town, you finally meet the Lambert he was talking about

“This is my mate.” Is how he introduces you, puffing out his chest a bit as though challenging Lambert to disagree.

Lambert simply raises his eyebrow and gives you a quick once over. “I could tell. Your scent is all over them, you even marked them!”

You turn to Eskel confused and he only looks away in response

When you look to Lambert for clarification, he points to his neck and mouths “hickeys”

Oh.

Oh.

That’s what Eskel was doing this morning.

Your hands fly up to your neck, wondering how many there are.

“Eskel! Why didn’t you tell me they were showing?”

“Hm? It shows people that I love you.” He speaks as though that was obvious, not knowing why your face was so red

Lambert laughs at you, patting you on the shoulder, much to Eskel’s displeasure

“So, let’s grab a table, grab some drinks, and you can tell me how you lovebirds met.”

Needless to say, Lambert absolutely loses his shit at your guys’ retelling of the story, but the embarrassment is absolutely worth it as Eskel squeezes your hand under the table

[chasneedsamoustache]

New theory about Eskel and lil baby bleater :

We all know that boy likes a succubus smash and well he did. He smashes, he moves on. She doesn’t (I mean who could move on when it’s Eskel??) she stalks him, she sees him smashing someone else, she gets upset.

Many moons later, Eskel finds a little gift at the gates of Kaer Morhen, a wee little baby goat (with a flower crown) and a note stating the lil bleater is his and anon suc’s child. Of course it’s just a goat, but this is the suc’s dif back at Eskel for making her feel foolish.

However, Eskel is in no way saddened by his goat child and proceeds to love and care for lil bleater. The suc watches frustrated that he’s not upset but also that she’s getting feels for lovely goat dad.

Eventually she confronts him and tells him lil bleater is just a goat. Eskel shrugs and tells her he knew along, but goat or not, lil bleater is his baby now.

Later Ves overhears Lambert asking how Eskel was sure and Eskel replies that he knew succubi didn’t give birth to goats, they gave birth to succubi, at which point Ves bursts in and reminds him rather enthusiastically that he’s infertile. Eskel shrugs as if he doesn’t believe him and walks off.

[inexplicifics]

no Gweld/Eskel/Geralt?? I was wondering about your cheery Gweld and stoic Geralt..... but then again - I always get excited about more combinations of already beloved characters - chronic multishipper, that's me :D I do like Serrit and Gweld as well, I'd just hoped that this relationship was of an romantic nature as well. Maybe just not yet figured out.

I genuinely don't know the shape of that whole relationship yet. Possibly they're a very open throuple? Or foursome, with Jaskier, but Jaskier is mostly Geralt's and Eskel has his thing for succubi and Gweld has an utterly inexplicable crush on a Viper-of-all-people?

I don't know yet, alas.

[definitely-not-iorveth]

a short thing written for @thepassifloradiscord monsterfucking week.

warning: doesn't contain much in the way of actual fucking.

Eskel gets a contract for a succubus, but it's not quite what he expects.

The contract is rather straightforward, as far as these things go. Some weeks ago, the husband had begun to disappear for hours on end, returning entirely drained but blissful and becoming morose in the following days. At the same time, he had started to gradually lose interest in the affections of his wife. All things fairly standard for an affair with a succubus—or, sometimes, a particularly zealous mistress.

Eskel had explained as much. She didn't care—as long as the situation was handled in some way.

It wasn't even about the sex, she had explained, as frankly not much had changed in this regard. He had never been particularly enthusiastic with her. But lately, he had started to disappear more and more often, leaving his workshop cold, the clients unhappy and their livelihood in jeopardy—and no amount of talking, crying or screaming served to convince him to do his job properly. And so, monstrous or otherwise, the paramour needed to go.

Far from passing moral judgements upon his clients (out loud, anyway), Eskel had shrugged, strapped on his swords and left. He doesn't intend to kill the succubus, not unless she proves hostile. He had gotten pretty good at negotiating with them through the years.

He follows the husband to the rendezvous point, quiet and careful, then finds a spot nearby and hunkers down for a while to hopefully catch them in the act. (He finds that doing so makes it much harder for the cheating party to come up with a plausible excuse.)

The plan, if it can even be called that, works. Eskel stays in hiding until he deems that an appropriate amount of time has passed, then bursts out of his hiding place to find… Not quite what he had expected, but they're going at it alright.

The husband is crouched in front of a long-haired, horned figure with hairy goat legs, bobbing his head back and forth… Sucking its dick, Eskel realises with a start. This man is having an affair with an incubus.

A pair of intense amber eyes lock with his and the incubus smirks, allowing Eskel to watch for a moment longer. The witcher swallows, his throat suddenly very dry.

"It appears you were not careful enough, my darling," says the incubus. His voice, just like succubi's, is silky, melodious and sensual—yet undoubtedly masculine.

The husband nearly chokes and hastily withdraws, his face althernately reddening and paling.

"Wha- Who are you?" He stammers out, hastily wiping off his mouth and adjusting his clothing.

Eskel clears his throat.

"I'm a witcher. Your, uh, your wife sent me."

The man makes and ugly grimace, while the incubus' face takes on a shocked expression.

"Your wife?" He cries out, sounding appaled. "You have a wife? Oh, Tederick, you've told me you were single!"

Tederick blanches.

"No! Aravel, please, I can explain! I love you!"

But the incubus turns away from him (a little dramatically, Eskel notes), leaning against the nearest tree trunk as if stuck with a heavy blow.

"No, Tederick. Say no more, please. I can't take it. Just… Leave me to my cruel fate at the hands of the witcher."

"Whoa now!" Eskel interjects hastily, putting up his hands defensively—least Tederic does something they'll all regret in the name of love. "If you're willing to go in peace, I have no intention of harming you."

"Fine!" The incubus cries out. "Leave me to my exile, then!"

Tederick argues for a while, sneaking venomous glances towards Eskel every now and again, but Aravel refuses to yield. Eventually, the human gives up. He gives Eskel one last angry glare and leaves. Aravel remains leaning against the tree, shaking slightly and making little sounds that resemble sobbing. Eskel startes at his back, unsure how to proceed. Sure, he had seen succubi grow attached to a human, but never in love with one. He hadn't thought it possible—and expected incubi to be much the same.

Finally, he steels himself and approaches Aravel with the intention of comforting him—but then he notices that the sounds he assumed to be sobs are actually quiet giggling.

"Are you… Laughing?" He ask warily. The incubus whips towards him, grinning widely.

"Of course I am. Did you see his face?" He pauses to take stock of Eskel. "Aww, were you hoping to comfort me, little human? That's sweet."

Eskel sighs.

"I take it you were aware he had a wife, then?"

"Obviously! The committed ones are always a much more interesting challenge." He bares his teeth in a predatory smile, then suddenly his expression turns moody. "Not that Tederick was overly committed from the beginning. I don't think he's even interested in women."

Eskel shrugs. He got the same feeling from the conversation with his wife, but that's none of his business.

"So… What now? Moving on, now that you've had your fun?"

Aravel purses his lips.

"I could stand a little more. But now that his wife is desperate enough to send witchers after me, yes, I expect I'll be moving on." He sighs. "Oh well. It was fun while it lasted."

He gives Eskel one more appraising look.

"You wouldn't happen to be Eskel, would you?"

"I would." Eskel replies as nonchalantly as he can manage, trying to hide his surprise.

The incubus leers.

"My sisters have told me much about you."

"Oh?" Eskel desperately tries to ignore the way Aravel's stare makes his blood rush south. "And what did they say?"

The incubus starts circling him slowly as he speaks.

"That you're strong and hansome. That you're very… Reasonable, for a witcher." He stops in front of Eskel and trails one long finger down his chest, looking at him hungrily. "That you're… Quite receptive to the advances of our kind."

Eskel can't contain himself any longer in the face of such obvious seduction. He grabs the incubus by the hair and mashed their mouths together.

"They were right." He half growls, half pants once they separate. Aravel grins and purrs.

"Good."

[alyssalenko]

Fic Author Self-Recommendations

Tagged by @starsandskies ages upon ages ago ♥ Thank you!

When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love.

In no particular order (AND THEY ARE ALL SMUT JUST FYI):

Misuse of Biotics--

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Hearts Laid Bare--

Blackwall reconciles his past and future as Blackwall becomes a title, something to aspire to, Thom Rainier no longer lost in the lie and merging the two identities. This is after his trial with his heart laid bare...

Bossy--

Y'vonne as the little handful she is, tries to convince Aric to be rough with her in the bedroom and he also indulges her impact play/spanking kink...

A Dose of Vitamin Me--

Three months before the Arks leave for Andromeda Marlo Ryder meets Harry Carlyle in a bar, neither of them knowing who the other is, and she takes him home for a night of passion. But what happens when they learn the other's identity?

Of Witchers and Succubi--

Hetti and Eskel have a little fun while she's dressed as a Succubus to seduce him...

Bonus because it's my all time favorite, so it always gets an honorable mention :)

Claimed--

An Underworld inspired Vampyr/Lycan AU where humans have discovered the existence of supernatural beings and have risen up to take down this imposing threat, but the supernatural beings aren’t going down without a fight. Plus a Vampyr and a Werewolf just happen to be soulmates. ;)

I will tag @foofyschmoofer @hunnybadgerv @citadelsushi @briarfox13 @cipherninethousand @pikapeppa and @sinsbymanka

[pressedinthepages]

Crave

next fill for @witcher-rarepair-summer-bingo

also big thanks to @major-trouble for beta-ing and @sometimesiwrite and @lookoutrogue for pointing me in the right direction and helping me along <3

(shhhhh @continentcakeshop i know its like the second one in as many days but its fineeeeeeee)

Prompt: Incubus/Succubus

Relationship: Eskel/Jaskier

Rating: Explicit

Content Warnings: modern au, bookshop au, Jaskier is an incubus, magical genitalia, intersex Jaskier, masturbation, oral sex (f receiving), m/m penetrative sex

Summary: Eskel runs into Jaskier and helps him with his 'research,' leading them closer and closer together.

The little bell over the door tinkled and Eskel peeked up from where he was emptying his stock cart. He couldn’t see who walked in, only the faintest glimpse of a lavender shirt disappearing around a corner, down into an aisle. Eskel shelved the last few novels before returning to the counter, sneaking his book out from its hiding spot and flipping to his bookmark. He didn’t even hear the approaching footsteps, engrossed as he was. But a soft clearing of the throat caught his attention and he startled up, his breath catching at the sight of the man before him.

The young man had on a soft-looking lavender jumper and his hair fell in chestnut waves over his forehead. His eyes were the clearest cornflower blue, and he sported just the barest beginnings of smiley wrinkles. His mouth moved in pretty pink words that tasted like spice drops on Eskel’s tongue, and-

Oh shit.

He asked me a question.

Eskel cleared his throat and blinked, shaking the blush off his cheeks. “S-sorry, what did you say?”

The man smiled, blinding white and cheeky. “No worries, I do talk a bit fast. I asked if you had any books on mythology, specifically succubi?”

Oh, and if that didn’t conjure up some ideas in the dark edges of Eskel’s brain. He prided himself on being a gentleman, but he’d be lying if he said that the very basest part of his mind didn’t imagine the young man laid out beneath him, his honey-laced voice crying his name while lust poured from their very pores.

Eskel glanced around the empty storefront as he walked around the counter, crooking his finger to the man to follow him. “Don’t have much, at least here in the store. But I’ve got one or two.”

“Lovely,” the man said with a smirk, and Eskel could’ve sworn he felt the tracks of his eyes down the line of his back and over the swell of his ass as they went to the last aisle of fiction. He bent down and pulled out two books.

“Here, this one’s not too dense, and is good for the basics. But…” he trailed off and looked over his shoulder, catching the man’s eyes glance back up to him, “this one is good for more in-depth research, without gettin’ too murky.”

Eskel watched the bob of the man’s throat as he swallowed thickly, taking the books from his hands. “Sold. Thank you, Eskel.”

Eskel blinked and racked his brain. I swear I don’t know him, I’d remember his face, his eyes, his voice, his bum-

The man chuckled lightly, “Your nametag. Must say, I was cheating a bit. Call me Jaskier.”

Eskel’s cheeks pulled up into an easy smile. The next words fell from his lips almost too easily, forgetting himself and his scars on and under his skin and who he even was under Jaskier’s intense gaze. “Well, just when might I call you, Jaskier?”

Jaskier (thank fuck) blushed and bit his bottom lip with a grin that set Eskel’s already pounding heart alight. They walked slowly back towards the front of the bookstore to the register. “Well, I should think I’ll come back ‘round soon to see if you...get anything new in stock?”

Eskel nodded as he stepped behind the counter, taking the two books back and scanning their black and white barcodes. He discreetly threw on his brother’s phone number for a discount and slid the books across to Jaskier. “I’m sure we’ll find something.”

“Oh,” said Jaskier as he handed over his cash and his fingers just barely glanced over Eskel’s, sending sparks beneath his skin, “I think we already have.”

---

“Back already?” It was the next day, just shy of when Eskel was going to lock up for a quick lunch. Jaskier had blown in through the door with a bright smile on his face, and Eskel would’ve been lying if he said that his heart hadn’t skipped a beat when he recognized him.

Jaskier nodded and leaned his elbows on the edge of the counter. “Mhm. I read both of those books last night, they were fantastic. But I was wondering if you could maybe help me order one or two more? If you have time, that is?”

“Of course,” Eskel said, gesturing to Jaskier to walk around the edge of the counter and join him at the monitor. “Here, we can look through what we carry and can order.”

They scrolled through the website for what was available, narrowing and adjusting their search parameters for a while before finding some interesting titles. “Oooh,” murmured Jaskier, bumping lightly into Eskel’s arm and pointing at one of the books on the screen, “that one looks helpful.”

It was a leather bound tome entitled ‘Succubi and Incubi in the Modern World,’ by one J. A. Pankratz. It seemed almost a little too perfect for what Jaskier had been looking for, and Eskel hoped that by ordering this one book, he wouldn’t have been driving Jaskier from coming back into his store. He added two copies to the cart and placed the order. He’d save one for Jaskier, and he would take one home for himself. Looks pretty interesting.

---

The books had arrived early in the morning, and Eskel called Jaskier to let him know that he could pop in and pick it up at his convenience. Jaskier had stopped by in the evening, thanking him endlessly before swooping away as Eskel locked up.

Eskel briskly walked home with the leather-bound book weighing heavily in his pack, tempting him to just break it open with every step down the sidewalk. As soon as he got into his flat, he tossed the keys to the side and toed off his boots, making a beeline for his dresser. He changed out of his smart button-down and jeans and into a comfy jumper and a pair of dark sweatpants.

He put on the kettle and unpacked his bag, throwing the empty tupperware from his lunch into the sink and setting the book onto the side table by his armchair. Yes, the bookseller had a reading nook. Don’t judge. He pulled the kettle off just before it started to whistle and made his cup of tea, leaving it to steep for a moment while he washed the few dishes that had found their way into the sink.

Puttering over to his cushy chair with tea in hand, Eskel sighed. He sat down and nestled himself into a comfortable spot, one foot tucked under him and his elbow resting on the velvety arm of the chair. Air whistled through the notch in his lip when he lightly blew the curls of steam away from his mug before taking a sip, letting the warm tea drag down his throat and settle in his stomach.

He set his mug down atop a coaster and ran his hand slowly along the strikingly plain cover of the novel. It was a deep mahogany leather bound tome with golden embossed lettering, and it even boasted a little light blue ribbon to keep his page. The spine crackled as he tipped open the cover, revealing thick ivory paper with deckled edges. Eskel took his time in feeling the book in his hands, running his thumbs down the rough edges of the paper and along the lettering of the title page.

J. A. Pankratz. The name jumped out at him, almost as if it were peering up at him from the page. Waiting. For what? Eskel shook his head with a heavy sigh. It had been a long day, and now his imagination was running rampant before even starting the book. He smiled to himself as he pictured Jaskier, tucked away and cozy, cracking open his own copy of the book and seeking the knowledge that he had been chasing.

There was no introduction, no prelude into the lore that lurked in the supple pages. Only a simple table of contents, and publication information. Nothing odd that caught Eskel’s eyes, but his fingers felt beckoned to the page of chapter one. Myths and Reality.

Eskel felt submerged in the writing, enveloped in the dense weave of storytelling that swam into the forefront of his mind. Contrary to the myths of old, creatures of lust no longer require feeding from the unquenchable arousal of others. They live and breathe as humans, though you will find several marked differences. Their magic, though subtle, is a powerful compulsion, breaking through inhibitions to access the cravings that lay beneath the surface…

Now, Eskel boasted an ability to read and retain at breakneck speeds. He could finish a full-length novel in a night and be able to explain the plot and key details with surprising clarity. But his eyes glazed over as he darted around words and theories, letting them almost bleed into his brain as his fingers flipped the pages by. His tea sat forgotten: he read as though searching to sate a deep thirst in his belly.

The air around him grew warm as the moon rose higher and higher, and Eskel felt a welcome flush crawl its way up his chest and around his throat. His cock stirred between his legs, filling slowly while his mind swam in a hazy bliss. The words on the pages blurred together, though Eskel tried valiantly to bring his focus back to the book in his hand.

Though not for much longer. With a gentle sigh he slipped the light blue ribbon (almost exactly that odd shade of blue that was locked away in Jaskier’s eyes…) in between the pages and set the book back down on the table. Eskel dropped the heel of his palm down to drag up the base of his cock. His breath hitched and he dropped his head back, squeezing himself lightly through the soft cotton of his pants. Fuck, when did he get so hard?

The elastic band was pushed out of the way, only halfway down his thighs, just enough to let Eskel wrap his hand around his cock. He was already dripping precome, slicking his hand with every swirl around the head. His mind filled in hazy edges and wandering bubbles of arousal with Jaskier, that soft smirk and wavy brown hair and broad shoulders and a tongue that seemed like it could cut glass.

Eskel adjusted his legs, planting his feet down on the floor and spreading his thighs open, swallowing thickly as another bead of arousal dripped down the length of him. His other hand wandered up to his chest where he almost absentmindedly ran his fingers over his tender nipple just as he had thumbed along the rough edges of the pages in the book, scratching through the rough pull of the fabric of his jumper. His back arched and his hips chased a building pace, his climax building from the base of his spine.

His mind helpfully supplied an image of Jaskier, kneeling on the floor between his knees, his lips open and waiting for him. Eskel tensed as he felt himself draw closer and closer to the edge of the euphoric cliff, almost feeling the pressure of Jaskier’s hands drag up his legs. Piercing cornflower blue eyes looked up at him with burning intensity and shoved Eskel into the most intense orgasm he had given himself in a long time.

Heavy gasps tore into drawn-out sighs, his jaw clenched as his muscles tensed and rippled beneath his skin. His vision whited out and his ears rang with deafening silence, drowning him in oblivion that he couldn’t have torn himself out of if he had tried. Instead, the world came back to him slowly, waves of a tide depositing the whir of his ceiling fan, the ethereal echo of the moon’s light on the hardwood floors.

Eskel slowly blinked open his eyes, taking long, heavy breaths and smiling headily. He glanced down, finding long white ropes of his spend draping down the collar of his jumper to where he still held his cock gently in his palm. He stroked himself once more, slowly, dragging the last beads of his spend off of himself. He didn’t think twice before bringing his fingers to his lips, tasting the salty bitterness of his climax on his tongue.

Eskel sighed once more as he felt the world push in on the comfortable quiet of his mind, prodding his eyelids to grow heavy and his bed to beckon him from behind the cracked door of his room. He tucked himself away and pushed himself out of the cushy chair, dragging his feet towards his washing machine. He shucked his soiled jumper off into the empty drum and set it to do an extra pre-rinse.

He flipped the lights off and toed open the door to his room, gracelessly flopping onto the bed and shuffling under the blankets. Eskel curled up around himself, feeling warm and fuzzy, though maybe...maybe a little empty? He sighed and hugged his arms against his chest, wishing to all hopes that he wasn’t actually alone as the sweet embrace of sleep overtook him.

---

An entire week passed before Eskel saw Jaskier again. Which he couldn’t say was odd; they had only been in the same place a handful of times, and there hadn’t been any sort of routine to it.

At least, that’s what Eskel told himself.

Another long day of needy customers and screaming children left Eskel drained, and he didn’t hesitate to close the bookstore early. He flipped the sign around to say ‘Closed’ and counted down his money, leaving it in the safe in the back for the morning.

He pushed the glass door open and spun around as it fell shut, slipping his key in and letting the cylinder fall into place. Eskel glanced around, spying a familiar cock-sure smirk on the face of a man as he strode over to him from the coffee shop across the street with a quite attractive swagger. Jaskier stopped at a careful distance, though Eskel tried to keep his face as open and friendly as possible. “Hey, Eskel.”

“Oh, Jaskier,” Eskel peeked behind him towards the shop, “did you need something from in there? I was just locking up, I’m sorry-”

“Oh, no. Well, maybe. We’ll see. But uh. That’s not why I’m here.”

Eskel crooked his head, “Okay…”

“Listen, I didn’t want to do this while you were on the clock, cause that’s icky, but uh…would you be interested in going out sometime? Grab some coffee, or lunch maybe?”

Eskel had completely blue screened. He didn’t think he’d actually get this far. Shit, how long had it been since he actually went on a date? What was he gonna wear? Where were they going?

Fuck.

Didn’t even give him an answer yet.

---

The coffee across the street was fine, but Eskel really just found himself more and more enamored with the striking young man who kept gently bumping their knees together beneath the table.

It was the easiest date that Eskel had ever found himself on. Jaskier was kind, funny, intelligent. Caring. It was the simplest thing in the world for him to invite Jaskier on a quiet walk, meandering through the city streets until they found themselves at Eskel’s stoop.

Eskel glanced down at the prettiest ethereal blue eyes he’d ever seen and smirked. “Wanna come in?”

Jaskier grinned toothily, “I thought you’d never ask.”

The keys clattered to the floor as Eskel led the way over the threshold, grabbing Jaskier by the waist and kissing him deeply. Their lips danced and Eskel could almost taste the lust that poured from his very being. They pushed and tore at hemlines and buttons, craving the release of skin hidden away. Eskel finally got Jaskier’s shirt open and threw it to the floor, running his fingers through the thick hair that was so generously dusted over his broad chest.

Eskel’s own shirt fell open by Jaskier’s fingers and he let his hands drop down to the button on Jaskier’s trousers. But a soft hand stopped him, and Eskel watched his throat bob in anticipation.

“Before we go on,” Jaskier smirked, though his eyes shone with a tinge of worry, “I…have a bit of a…situation to inform you of.”

Eskel’s mind started spinning in circles, covering different scenarios and how best to respond to them. Does he have an STD? Is he a fugitive on the run from the law? Hung up on an ex? Maybe he’s ace? Poly? Enby? Trans? Is it his first time? The list went on and on, greased gears turning rapidly in Eskel’s head. However, what Jaskier actually said hadn’t even made its way into Eskel’s mind.

“I wrote that book. About the incubi.”

Eskel blinked and glanced between Jaskier’s eyes, searching for more answers, rubbing his thumbs gently along Jaskier’s hips. “O-okay…”

“How far did you get?”

Eskel thought back to the night that he had brought the book home, and the fantasy that his mind had woven for him. “Uh...not far. I...I got distracted.”

Jaskier nodded, just the barest hint of a blush spreading like watercolors over his cheeks. “Well...when I say that I wrote the book...I wrote it from personal experience. I am actually an incubus.”

At that point, Eskel’s brain completely stopped computing. He was confused beyond belief and undeniably still horny, and the only thing that he could let slip from his lips was an eloquent, “Huh?”

Jaskier offered a none-too-sheepish smile, his eyes shimmering with unbridled attraction. But he let Eskel process, the two of them standing just inside of Eskel’s doorway, naked from the waist up.

Eskel swallowed and willed his brain cells to work, dammit. "You're a-an incubus? I thought they were-I mean, forgive my ignorance I just haven't, ah, met one... or heard of anyone else... meeting one. Recently."

Jaskier chuckled, the sound like music to Eskel’s ears. “Oh gods, you’re adorable. There’s only a handful of us left, and we don’t generally tend to advertise. Of course you thought it was just a myth. Kind of the point, love.”

Jaskier gently ran his hands up Eskel’s arms, smoothing his fingers into the generous muscle. “I want you to know, though, that I…we don’t feed off of lust. Never did. It...it was a lie, a myth. Our magic is...it’s indulgence, an amplification of lust that’s already there. So I didn’t like...hunt you down, or anything creepy. You just caught my eye, and I thought I’d see if you were interested.”

Eskel nodded, resting his forehead down onto Jaskier’s. “Gotta say, this isn’t quite how I imagined this evening goin’. But...weirder shit happens. And...I’d be lyin’ if I said that I wasn’t still ridiculously attracted to you.”

He brought his lips down and kissed Jaskier sweetly, sliding their lips together slowly and languidly, relishing in the balance of wills that they had found themselves in. Jaskier broke away first, brushing the tip of his nose over Eskel’s. “A-and one more thing-”

“Whatever it is, it’s fine.” Eskel couldn’t really help the way that his brows scrunched in disbelief, even the tiniest bit, but he didn’t want to put Jaskier off by not buying into whatever he was trying to convince him of.

“Well…” Jaskier blinked, biting his lip, “I...one of the things with my magic. I can...I can change the...parts that I have. I can kinda switch? Between a-a...you know?” He gestured vaguely to the region between his legs, and Eskel nodded, somewhat getting the picture. “And I don’t really have a preference, everything’s enjoyable...so if you do, I can just kinda…*poof*,” he smiled.

Now, Eskel really wasn’t sure if anything weirder had happened, at least that he was aware of. Did I eat something off today? Not that he could remember, but this all felt...well. Like an odd fever dream. But Jaskier felt so real in his arms, and he was looking up at him with such sincerity that he figured, ah, what the hell. I’ll humor him...or, them? Ah shite, I should ask-

“Right...so, d-do you want me to call you something else? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, or use the wrong pronouns or-”

Jaskier smiled and reached up, ruffling Eskel’s hair and sliding the tips of his fingers down the line of his jaw. “You’re sweet. No, Jaskier is perfect, and I use he/him always. Sometimes I change the parts that I have for pleasure, but I am always Jaskier.”

Eskel squinted, still feeling like he was maybe having the wool pulled over his eyes. “Mhm. And uh-”

“Would you like a demonstration?” Jaskier smiled sweetly, still running his fingers along Eskel’s shoulders in lazy swirls. Eskel nodded and led them further into the apartment, giving Jaskier some space to strip himself of the remainder of his clothes. Eskel wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but this seemed like a lot of effort for someone to create a falsity that intricate. He stood bare before Eskel, broad chest tapering down to a soft waist and thick thighs, with a pretty cock nestled in a bed of dark hair.

Eskel sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “Y-you’re gorgeous…”

“Oh, stop it you. You’re making me blush,” Jaskier smirked, popping his hip. “Now, don’t watch too closely, or else you’ll never look at a human quite in the same way again.”

But Eskel couldn’t tear his eyes away as Jaskier’s hips lit up in a burst of buttercup-yellow sparks that dissipated with a blink of his eyes, and then there was a little slit that was just barely visible beneath the nest of dark hair, rather than what had been there only a moment prior. Eskel’s jaw fell agape, now fully in awe of the apparently magical creature that was standing naked in his living room.

“Believe me now?” Jaskier shrugged, spinning himself around to show off his pert buttocks and legs with muscles that delicately danced just beneath the surface.

Eskel swallowed, and he felt his cock throb in the tight confines of his jeans, an impatient reminder that he was, in fact, still very into Jaskier. “Uh... yeah. Yeah, I-fuck, that's incredible. I certainly don't need more convincing and I...well, um..." Eskel got a wolfish look in his eyes, "Which would you like me to start with?"

Jaskier bit his lip and nodded, stepping backwards until the backs of his knees hit the edge of Eskel’s armchair. Eskel quickly wrestled with the buttons and zipper of his pants before tearing them down his legs, shucking them off to the side before following Jaskier to his reading corner.

Jaskier sat down, sprawled bare with his cunt shining and dripping with his arousal onto the soft red cushion of the same chair that Eskel fuckin jerked himself off in. Eskel really really couldn’t decide just where he wanted to look, so he just...dropped to his knees and leveled his face with the blushed pink lips between Jaskier’s legs.

Jaskier gasped and his fingers flexed on the arms of the chair. “Usually, we’re the ones giving pleasure, but yeah sure, I’m not gonna say no…”

“C’mon,” Eskel rumbled as he rested his chin on Jaskier’s thigh, his breath fanning gently over the glistening lips between Jaskier’s legs. “You can’t expect me to see this whole package and not want to bury my face in you?”

And sure, maybe it had been a while since Eskel had found himself with his lips between someone’s thighs like that, but fuck he hadn’t realized how much he missed it. Eskel finally dragged his tongue through his slit and around the sensitive bud at the apex of his thighs, shooting pleasure up through Jaskier’s stomach and into his neck with a soft pink blush. Eskel even had a bit of stubble sprouting over his chin, and he could almost see the sweet burn that it left on the insides of his thighs. A dark moan crawled up out of Jaskier’s chest as he threaded his fingers into the soft strands of Eskel’s hair.

Eskel leaned into his touch and wrapped his lips around Jaskier’s clit and sucked lightly, running a finger down through Jaskier’s slit before slowly pushing inside. Jaskier arched into him, his head hitting the back of the chair and his legs wrapping around Eskel’s head. But there was suddenly one very demanding problem: Eskel, while he normally sported an unending well of patience, was running out. He wanted to feel Jaskier fall apart around him, to feel him everywhere. So he slid his hands up beneath Jaskier’s thighs and around his bum and pulled, resettling him on the very edge of the seat, basically sitting him on Eskel’s chin as he drank anew.

The glide of Jaskier’s hips up and down Eskel’s chin was enough to have him dripping slick onto the hardwood floor beneath him, and he felt more than heard the wet squelch of Jaskier’s tender spot inside of him as he slipped in a second finger. Jaskier keened high and started fucking himself on Eskel’s fingers in earnest, and Eskel crooked his elbow so that he could hit that angle over and over and over again.

Eskel could feel how close Jaskier was, with the fluttering and tightening of his walls around his fingers and the near constant drip of slick down his arm. He lapped and sucked at his clit with fervor, pushing him relentlessly towards the climax that loomed over them both with each wet slap up and down of his fingers.

And oh, when Jaskier finally plummeted over that cliff of euphoria? Eskel was drenched in a wave of slick that dripped down his chin and into the dark coarse hairs on his chest. Jaskier’s fingers tightened in his hair and he cried out Eskel’s name, even sweeter than anything he would’ve dared imagine. Eskel slowed his fingers and lapped gently at the tender flesh between Jaskier’s thighs, coaxing him down through the blinding pleasure that overtook him.

“Oh,” Eskel murmured, resting his forehead on the mound of soft hair over Jaskier’s still fluttering arousal, “th-that was…fuck that was amazing.”

Jaskier chuckled and loosened his grip on Eskel’s hair, gently scratching and running his fingers down Eskel’s cheek. “I wish I could’ve warned you that was coming, but uh…my brain was definitively not keeping up.”

Eskel rose to his feet, pulling Jaskier up onto shaky legs. “C’mon, little bird. Let’s get to the bed.”

Jaskier followed Eskel through an open doorway into his bedroom, and Eskel could once again feel the intense gaze of his eyes roving over his ass. “So Eskel, do you want to fuck me?” Jaskier smiled, pressing his lips softly to the rough valleys of Eskel’s scarred cheek.

Eskel blushed, running his hand back through his hair, the muscles of his arm swelling and running Jaskier’s mouth dry. “I-well. I was actually wonderin’ i-if you’d-well. If you’d fuck me.”

Jaskier‘s eyes alighted with a fire that sent a sounded thread straight through Eskel’s core. “Oh, you have no idea just how much that would be my pleasure.”

Jaskier set his hands on Eskel’s hips and pushed him gently towards the bed, tapping him lightly on the ass. “Mind if I have a snack?”

Eskel shuddered and chuckled, climbing onto his hands and knees on the bed with his bum pointed to Jaskier. “Help yourself.”

Eskel braced himself to be licked and brought to pleasure with a fervor that had matched his own, but what he got instead was a soft hand that smoothed up the back of his thigh, gently palming his cheek and spreading him before a sweet kiss was placed on the globe of his ass.

“Y-you dont have to be gentle with me-“

“I want to be gentle with you, you mountain of a man. Now, let me make you feel good.”

A warm ghost of breath slid over the small of Eskel’s back as Jaskier knelt on the bed behind him, settling his hands on Eskel’s hips and squeezing lightly.

“Oohhhh,” Eskel groaned as Jaskier flattened his tongue over his entrance, mouthing around the tight ring of muscle and kneading his fingers into the meat of his bum.

He felt himself relax into Jaskier’s touch, letting his mind drift into a pleasant haze. Jaskier’s hand snaked around his leg and wrapped around his weeping cock, slowly stroking in time with his tongue pushing into his entrance. His hips rocked back and forth into Jaskier, riding the comfortable waves of arousal as they washed over him.

“Fuck me dead, you’re delicious,” Jaskier’s voice was thick and husky, dripping like syrup. “I’m assuming you’ve got lube hidden away in here?”

Eskel laughed breathily, adjusting his shoulder to point to his bedside drawer. “Right up top.”

Jaskier patted Eskel’s behind and pushed himself up, reaching into the drawer and rummaging around. Eskel heard a cute little ‘aha!’ and the click of a plastic cap being opened.

A slick pair of fingers circled his entrance and he keened, gasping back into Jaskier’s touch. “I-in, please-“

“Alright, Eskel. You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”

Eskel nodded and Jaskier slowly pushed his finger in, thrusting lightly until he was buried to the knuckle. He poured some more lube onto his finger and let Eskel set his preferred pace, following the rocks of his hips and the heavy flexing of his cock between his legs.

Before long, Jaskier slipped in another finger, and then another, stretching Eskel open. Eskel growled and moaned and pushed hard back into Jaskier’s fingers, only just barely brushing against that sweet spot that was nestled so deep.

Eskel was sweating, his hands tangled in the sheets as pleasure built to crescendo behind his eyes, and he felt the stirrings of the point of no return hanging just out of sight. “W-wait, Jaskier. Fuck, I’m ready.”

Jaskier hummed and slipped his fingers from inside of him, leaving him gaping and empty as he patted his hip. “Flip over, Eskel. I wanna watch you fall apart.”

Eskel flipped onto his back and looked up at Jaskier, his soft skin dusted with a generous coating of dark hair, his tummy soft and leading down to-

Hnnnggggg

Instead of the pretty cunt that Eskel had buried himself in, that same equally pretty cock from earlier now jutted out from Jaskier’s hips, flushed and dripping with slick. He spoke without thinking, “Fuck I want you in my mouth.”

Jaskier giggled and ran the bottle of lube up the line of his cock, spreading it around with his hand and dropping the bottle to the side. He clambered back onto the bed between Eskel’s thighs and ran his hands up either side of his stomach reverently. “Maybe later. For now, though, I’d very much like to fuck you.”

Eskel reached up and ran his fingers into Jaskier’s hair as he felt the blunt head of his cock press against his entrance. He breathed deeply, tasting the arousal in the room on his tongue as Jaskier pushed in slowly, slotting their hips together and leaning down atop him.

“I’m not sure,” Jaskier gasped, resting his forehead on Eskel’s, “that I’ve ever felt anyone so sweet. I could die here, and would do so happily.”

“I’d rather if you didn’t,” Eskel smirked, clenching around Jaskier in an effort to get him to move.

“Gah, ca-can I m-“

“Please. Please move. Fuck me. Ruin me.”

Jaskier grinned like the cat who caught the canary, rubbing his thumbs back and forth over Eskel’s flanks as he oh so slowly slid back out of Eskel, and just as slowly slid back in. Eskel felt every slick inch of him in stark relief, his head swimming with how beautifully he was filled.

“F-faster...go on, Jask- y-you won’t break me…”

Jaskier gasped a hitched breath as his hips snapped forward accidentally, sending a shockwave of pleasure up Eskel’s spine. “Ah, fuck. O-okay. D-don’t wanna push too f...far-”

Eskel slid his hand up to cup the delicate jaw of the incubus atop him. “I’ll tell you. I promise. But I trust you. Take me.”

Jaskier’s eyes fluttered shut and he slammed his cock into Eskel, rocking back and forth with a fervor unlike anything Eskel had ever had the great pleasure to have been a part of before. Eskel could feel the crown of his head hitting the wall behind his bed with every sharp thrust of Jaskier’s hips, but he really couldn’t find it in himself to care. He just took it, not even able to form a coherent string of words together, only offering soft grunts and drawn-out moans that were swallowed by Jaskier’s lips.

Eskel’s mind swam in an impossible oblivion, every thrust of Jaskier inside of him pushing him closer and closer to an unstoppable climax. He felt Jaskier’s hands drag down beneath his thighs and lift, settling his ass on the tops of his thighs and oh holy shit right fucking there-

And then. Eskel thought that he was about to pass out when Jaskier adjusted himself to prop one of his elbows next to Eskel’s head and grabbed his cock with the other, stroking in quick jolts that matched every time he hit his prostate and-

Oh fuck he was coming. Eskel shouted in high breaths that escaped from his lungs as his body shook with wave after wave after wave of pleasure. He spent thick white ropes of seed between them, dripping through both of their chest’s hair, his fingers clenching onto any inch of Jaskier that he could reach.

And oh sweet gods above, Jaskier didn’t miss a beat, just slipped his hand off of Eskel’s oversensitive cock and fisted his hands in the sheets on either side of Eskel’s head. Eskel lazily opened his eyes as his blinding orgasm faded away and gently ran his finger down the soft, just barely stubbled line of Jaskier’s jaw. “Go on, Jask,” Eskel rumbled, watching the shudder that ran through Jaskier’s taxed nerves, “Come for me.”

Gasps of hot breath ghosted over Eskel’s face as Jaskier drove his hips deep, his eyes rolling back in his head as he spent inside of Eskel. His entire body shuddered and rippled as he came under Eskel’s hands, something shimmering just beneath the surface of his skin. Jaskier dropped his head into the crook of Eskel’s shoulder, pressing his lips softly to the tender flesh as his spend leaked past the tight seal of his cock.

They both ran their hands slowly over each other, soothing overexerted muscles and lust-hazy minds. Jaskier hummed quietly, still nestled against Eskel’s neck and laying atop him, though Eskel really couldn’t find it in himself to complain. He swallowed thickly and rolled them over, holding Jaskier tightly to him and pressing his lips to his shoulder.

“That was...really nice,” Eskel’s voice was husky and cock-drunk, and he could feel the gentle blanket of sleep falling over his eyes.

Jaskier hummed and squeezed Eskel tighter against him as his softening cock slipped from the tight embrace of Eskel’s entrance. “Truly. You’ve rendered me near speechless.”

Eskel hummed with a sleepy smile, nestling his nose into the soft brown locks of Jaskier’s hair that just barely tickled his throat. “Stay tonight?”

He felt the muscles shift beneath his hands as Jaskier twisted around and pulled the lamp cord, bathing the room in darkness before tugging his throw blanket around them. “Sleep, darling. I’ll be here when you wake.”

As he drifted into the comfortable embrace of a well-earned rest, Eskel knew that he had somehow stumbled into one of the most exceptional people that had ever walked the Earth, and that he wasn’t letting him go any time soon.

[fisstech-and-succubi]

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Hello Witcher friends, and welcome to the Fisstech and Succubi Eskel Celebration Exchange! Since we’re all still stuck in our snowed-in crumbling fortresses isolated by forbidding mountain passes, or at least trying not to catch the plague from our neighbours, now seems like the right time to warm ourselves up by creating fanworks about our favourite witcher!  No, not that grumpy White Wolf guy, he already has a bard to sing his praises.  I’m talking about Eskel.

Fisstech and Succubi Eskel Celebration Exchange Rules

Each person who signs up will get one fanwork and give one fanwork. You MUST sign up to create a fanwork if you want to receive one.

What counts as a fanwork?

 - Fics: You may give one fic between 1000 and 10000 (1k and 10k) words

 - Art: You may give one complete illustration (finished linework and flat b/w) OR 5 rough sketches OR one comic not to exceed 3 pages based on the giftee’s requests.

 - Some other form of fanwork if the recipient requests it and the creator is willing to produce it.  If you have some other form of fanwork in mind, you should be specific in your request form, and you should provide several alternatives in your request form (including fic or art) in case there is not a creator who is able to produce the type of fanwork you’re hoping for.  A game-accurate suit of armor or a five-tier cake is likely more difficult than a playlist or a moodboard.

Your work should:

 - feature Eskel as a character;

 - be tagged responsibly; and

 - follow the prompt you chose and respect the DNWs your prompter listed;

but other than that, there are NO HOLDS BARRED AS TO CONTENT IN THIS EXCHANGE.  Do you want to request something light and fluffy where Eskel gets a lot of very nice things and nothing hurts and everything is beautiful?  Great!  Do you want to request something canon-compliant where Eskel suffers terrible facial scarring and then later does fisstech with a succubus?  Great!  Do you want to request something dark where Nilfgaardians overrun the North and the Emperor keeps Eskel as his sex slave? Great!

Please share this announcement far and wide and stay tuned for the full schedule for this event, coming tomorrow!

[proheromidoriyashouto]

eskel is a regular at succubi mating orgies. he is their favorite party favor and he does not get a say about whether or not he is going (they don’t force him to participate if he really doesn’t want to). he gets kidnapped often at the end of autumn. even just having him there is enough. he’s been at too many successful conceptions of full blooded babies--coincidentally-- so now he’s their goodfuckgoodluck charm. its awkward when other witchers show up and he’s just in the corner lounging but its a free vacation where he doesn’t have to work restoring an old drafty keep and can catch up on the lastest of novigrad’s best selling novels without judgy brothers over his shoulder.

[eskelchopchop]

Fisstech Fic Recs

So I finally got the chance to read the other fics in the @fisstech-and-succubi Eskel celebration. Ahhh, new Eskel content! Reading these fics made my post-COVID vaccine recovery more tolerable (BTW, some advice that I received and pass on: the night of your second vaccination shot, keep a big bottle of water beside your bed; you may not have the energy to get up and fetch water the next morning). In gratitude / mild fever delirium, I want to shout out a few faves:

For superb married Geskel banter, folklore, witcher!Ciri as one of the pack, and uncommon narrative structure: Reynardine by kinodream (Eskel/Geralt, ~4200 words). Love the tight writing spiked with humor and the lived-in relationships. The Wolves really are family.

For mage!Eskel, scintillating rapport, sexual tension with a gratifying resolution, and a crack-esque take on Lil' Bleater that's both disturbing and somehow adorable: Spidergoat, Spidergoat by @toffeecape (Eskel/Geralt, ~19k words). Fascinating and lovely to see the warmth, charisma, and unabashed geekery of Ban Ard Eskel, who's still recognizably our guy.

For a gritty plot, an ultra-realistic world full of convincing concrete detail and familiar human evil, and "monsters" finding community with each other: Decent Forage by @bomberqueen17 (Eskel /& OC, ~17k words). The world of The Witcher is perfect for asking questions about who and what monsters are and who's responsible when a monster's on the loose. This fic's unflinching and also deeply humane in plumbing those depths. Some heavy shit in here; mind the tags.

For fun heist shenanigans, Eskel reluctantly dressing up, and charming flirtation: Of Flesh and Flame by @crimsonherbarium (Eskel/Succubus, ~4k words). I might be biased because crimson was my partner in the exchange :D But: I love heist fics! Sneaking around, pulling off a job, getting away without being caught! And some lovely flirtation along the way.

For blisteringly hot smut, peak Yennefer in utter command, and the electrifying thrill of breaking taboos: under the sky, chasing our fear by @limerental (Eskel/Geralt/Yennefer, ~12k words). Oh ho ho ho ho. Shiiiit, man, I dunno. Do you carry deeply ingrained inhibitions in your head? Do you also have powerful desires that run exactly counter to those inhibitions? Have you ever overridden those ingrained contraints and let desire win? This fic nails that moment in all its vertigo and terror and haaaaa yeah just go read it

For its aching tenderness and humanity and the dread and necessity of being seen: into the fire by @witchertrashbag (Eskel/Geralt/Yennefer, ~9k words). These characters love each other, but a few types of fear stand in the way. Makes me teary-eyed to see them accept the need to be vulnerable, even when they don't believe they're worthy or can handle the nakedness it requires. They are, they can <3

And in the category of "Eskel learns that he deserves nice things" comfort reads: Eskel's Spa Day by @maya-the-yellow-bee (Eskel/Jaskier, ~4k words) (I originally misreported this as 15k! Sorry!!) and Worthy Gifts by hobbitdragon (Eskel/Yennefer, ~1400 words). These two fics approach the same situation from very different angles: our guy Eskel has trouble accepting that others cherish him and that he deserves to be cherished. Jaskier in the first fic and Yennefer in the second find ways to demonstrate his worth.

The whole collection's a treasure hoard but these fics in particular worked their way into me. Thanks to all the creators for lighting up my weekend with your talents and Eskel-love!