#geralt centric

[whittlewitchypoo]

CW: nsfw

Jaskier and Yennefer both started a sexual relationship with Geralt before they started a romantic one. They skipped the foreplay themselves and just started dating after realising they didn’t need to fight over him and could just share him. It’s because of this they both know how Geralt works, what turns him on and off, what he pretends doesn’t effect him, all of it. So, when the three of them agree to be a thruple, the two instantly begin scheming. Geralt is thrown off guard at first when they both begin making out in the corner of a booth at a tavern, but quickly accepts the sight as a frequent occurrence that will never fail to arouse him. He gets used to the fact that the two will run off and go shopping together, but never fails to be surprised when they were matching lace panties and straddle each of his thighs and soil his pants through the fabric. Geralt is used to waking up in the morning with lipstick kisses on his cheek or chest, used to them casually touching his neck because of how much it drives him crazy, used to the fact that these two beautiful people known him so well it’s dangerous. It’s fun, there’s no doubt, but at times it’s so heart warming it makes him feel as if he could actually cry. When a hunt goes bad and a child dies, they whisper praises at him and assurances that he couldn’t only believe from their mouths. When he’s tired and angry and just wants to be alone, they stay quiet but still touch him so he can feel their love. When he’s too out of touch with his body one of them will squeeze his throat tight and kiss him slow or overstimulate him in a way that makes him feel so inside his body that everything else ceases to exist. And when he feels insecure about caring for them, giving them the love they truely deserve, they let him fall to his knees and pleasure them for hours, sometimes even over a whole day. Jaskier and Yennefer know Geralt in and out and want to show him their love, their favourite love language? Pleasure.

[peppers-writing]

👀💓 So all of these are amazing, but “I feel like I wasted too much of my time.” and

“I find myself missing things that I didn’t truly appreciate when I had them.” just

scream geraskier to me, so pretty please, one of those if you feel like it?

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Salt water laps at his feet and the ocean air is chill against his skin. He feels a kinship with it; as vast as it is, it is so startlingly empty and he suddenly feels so, so cold. 

Geralt sighs, but the heavy weight doesn’t ease off his chest. Damn him. Damn it all. He’d come to the coast in hope of a few contracts and a place to relax, but it’s cold, wet, and awful and he hates it here. There’s no sunlight. There never is, anymore.

“This sucks,” he murmurs. Roach huffs from beside him. 

Sand itches against his skin, rubbing him raw. It’ll be annoyance that kills him; not some fucking siren, but the rock that’s currently digging into his asscheek. Roach snorts and shuffles, ears flicking as she shifts in the sand. Another heavy sigh escapes him. “Yeah,” he looks down at his hands, pale, scarred, “I miss him, too.” He’s so weary. 

The waves crash, and he waits for he clouds to part. To feel the joy and the life of the coast and to feel all that Jaskier had promised atop the mountain were Geralt to join him. Geralt feels none of it as he stares into the grey-blue of the water. 

“I’m wasting my time.” He brushes his hands off. “I’m wasting my damn time,” he mutters to himself. “Roachie, let’s go, there’s nothing for us here.” There isn’t. Not anymore. 

He guides Roach back the way they’d came. Sand shifts under their shoes, and Geralt makes a note to pay special care to her hooves. The sand turns to grass as they follow the path back towards the town. 

Roach is quiet as she walks beside him. Everything is quiet save for the loud crashing of the sea, as if the world is mourning and the water grieving. Roach glances at him with a judgmental look. Should’ve appreciated him while he was here, loved him while it’d lasted. 

Geralt turns his head to the sea and lets the salty air sting his eyes.

“You’re right, Roach. You’re right.”

It’s a good enough excuse for the tears that well in his eyes. 

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[whittlewitchypoo]

Someone or something hits Geralt with a spell that causes his inner wolf to become a real, full bodied, wolf. The animal come sup to his shoulders and is covered in white fur, big yellow eyes and sharp teeth and claws. Luckily for Geralt, the wolf answer to him easily and obeys just as it did when it was an inner part of himself. The problem shows itself it two ways, one that Geralt is now left without that vital instinct he tells so heavily on and the second problem… well, the wolf is a good hunter, but as soon as it sees Jaskier it might as well be a puppy. It licks over his face, whines and nips at him, jumps on him at any given moment and worst of all, it listens to Jaskier better than it ever has to Geralt. In a fight, it will obey him, but when they are camping and he ask the wolf to help him hunt? Not a chance, not when Jaskier is braiding part of its fur and beating its tail so hard there’s a dent in the dirt. Jask just laughs and gives the wolf a kiss on the forehead before telling it to be a good boy and fetch some supper. Geralt has to actively stop himself from moving before he realises he’s talking to the dog and not him.

[whittlewitchypoo]

Jask takes all of a two weeks to realise that the brave and scary White Wolf Witcher doesn’t just avoid talking but seems to actually struggle with it. It’s not all the time, he does like to have petty arguments and could be a poet himself with the insults and quips he creates, but there are times when he seems to shut down a little. He goes quiet but only in voice, he still grunts and hums and scoffs, but no words follow. Jaskier pushed it at first, thinking the other was either brooding or trying to rial him up, but then he saw the look of desperation in the others face as he tried to communicate without his voice. It’s not always caused, it can be seemingly random, though he does note that the moments of silence usually come after a nasty hunt or when someone makes passes at him that he clearly doesn’t reciprocate. So, just as he takes every other form of care for his Witcher, he takes it as a challenge to learn new ways to help him. He learns what different grunts mean, how to do basic tasks so Geralt doesn’t have to explain it to him, only ask question that he either knows the other can’t answer or ones that he’s only asking so he himself can respond. As time passes, Geralt starts to warn him before he goes non-verbal by tapping his lips then closing two fingers together. Jask always responds with a smile and a nod before going on about whatever else is on his mind. As their relationship grows, Geralt’s nonverbal communication grows to whines and when he’s truely upset, whimpers. Jask has to resist the urge to treat him like a kicked puppy and still keep his respect for a well worn hunter, but he starts to suspect when Geralt leans into his touch that the other doesn’t mind. Petting, cuddling and other forms of touch seem to be much more appealing to the other when he can’t talk, and Jaskier is always happy to treat his Witcher.

[whittlewitchypoo]

Geralt takes Jaskier to his home to meet his family. He wants their approval before he makes any kind of decision that could either bring him closer to his bard or forever drag them apart. It goes well to start with but then he watches as his bard slinks away in the night with Lambert. It’s a heartbreak he’s never experienced before, something so soul crushing he actually feels as something physically twist and tightens inside of him. The next morning Lambert goes to see his brother and ask if he wants to spare, an activity they both love to challenge each other in, only to find his brother cold and blank. He’s confused before realisation hits and he stumbles back, whispering an apology that does nothing but take up space in the room. Jaskier finds him later, curled into himself in the freezing cold and sobbing dry. He worries over him only for Lambert to push him, telling him that he fucked up. Jaskier obviously doesn’t understand so he explains, “with us, us wolves, there this sort of… code. A code that when someone takes someone they are spoiled, either free to use or protected by the wolf who claimed them. Geralt, he-he bought you here to show you to us! To show us he found the one he wanted and I-! Oh fuck, I ruined it. I tainted you.” Jaskier can’t even process the fact that the man he loves had bought him to meet his family so they could be together as the others sobs only grow worse, “I don’t… can’t I just be with him anyway?” Lambert shakes his head, “no. Mates cannot be shared. He could never be with you knowing that I claimed you first. I took you from him and now he can only see you as his brothers mate.”

[whittlewitchypoo]

For as long as any of them have known him, Geralt has worn a small silver ring that holds a green rock no smaller than a that the width of the band. None of them, Yen, Ciri or Jask, ask him about it as it seems rather unnecessary. He never brings attention to it and his necklace has always been more interesting. It’s not until they are captured by a group of men set on revolting against some king and they strip Geralt of the ring that any of them really take not of it. At first they assume it’s his necklace or possibly his sword being taken that causes him to slaughter all of the men. Even Ciri’s pleading to slow down or to question him go ignored. It’s when they enter a room, blood soaking Geralt’s body, that he rushes over and throws around their things until he finds the ring. They watch a relief wash over him as he holds it in a fist before shakily putting it back on. He continues like nothing happened and the others follow until they set up camp, where none of them have to ask as he explains before they can pester him.

“We were taught to be nothing more than wolves, but I didn’t listen. I held onto my past by hiding this ring for years, only wearing it outside the mountain. It was my mothers. I don’t know anything about her nor do I care to find out, I keep this as a reminder… a reminder that no matter how strong I am, I’m still human. Still weak.”

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