#my uncle told me a story about another 'white thing' that was wolfish and would jump on cars

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lizzie get two wolves 👍

#strato.txt #oil painting #wip #im worried ive unbalanced the composition w the second one on the right tho... its so much closer to the edge #ugh whatever. aunt lizzie is the focus here #i wish i knew what she actually looked like this is just cobbled together from general features of my family #solid build... dark curly hair... bigass ears. she could be one of my cousins. she could be me #ok rq im gonna lay out the story in the tags for anyone who hasnt seen the previous lizzie art #my great-something aunt lizzie was disabled and couldnt walk very well and she died young #she wanted to see the second floor of the farm house real bad but no one ever carried her up there and she died before seeing it #they buried her in a long white dress somewhere down at the creek. we dont know where her graves lost unfortunately #the night she was buried something wearing a white dress walked into the house and up the stairs and disappeared #and sometimes you can hear her down around the creek screaming #somewhere along the line wolves got mixed into the imagery for me #my uncle told me a story about another 'white thing' that was wolfish and would jump on cars #so i just assumed lizzie was a werewolf my whole life #anyways. i think her staying after she died was a manifestation of her desire for autonomy. maybe #maybe if shed had modern accommodations she wouldnt have felt the need to stick around. or maybe she would have idk #either way i think death afforded her control over her own desires in a way she hadnt experienced before #and i think thats why she still hangs around the creek #i hope she would like this. maybe ill take it down there and leave it out for a night when its finished so she can see

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I am Thinking about Vesemir/cubs... Ves loves his cubs, they love him, but as the head of the wolf school when they're in Kaer Morhen he has full rights to fuck them as he likes. That doesn't change when G brings his boyfriend J home for the winter. That's fine, Ves is happy for them, but he's still going to fuck G over the dinner table to remind them both who G belongs to. It doesnt change when G brings Ciri home, either (cont)

(cont) I'm not thinking about Ves/Ciri as much, more that Ciri gets used to seeing her new dad and uncles bent over and getting fucked. Ves teaches her about monsters while one of his cubs keeps his cock warm and it just turns into part of live at the keep.

Jaskier is immortal I'd just like to mention that. It's not important to the story but it's important to me that you know 😌

tags: voyeurism, group sex, sex in front of a minor (but she doesn’t participate and no one acts sexual towards her), ask to tag

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"He doesn't like me." Jaskier turns to his side and kicks his arm and legs over his boyfriend's body. "He really doesn't." He knows he's nearly forty, and is acting very much like he's ten with the petulant little pout he's got on but he's upset. 

Geralt's quote unquote dad doesn't care for him at fucking all. 

"That's not true," Geralt grumbles, wrapping an arm around Jaskier's waist. "He's actually happy for us."

"Well it doesn't seem like it!" Geralt hums, and Jaskier huffs as he buries his face into his neck. 

"I'm sorry." 

Geralt presses a kiss to his shoulder, a smile on his face, and tells him to go to sleep.

Jaskier wakes to a gentle sway of a mattress. It's still much too early in the morning-- his fringe tickles his face, hair is sticking out in all directions, no doubt, the lack of satin pillowcases absolutely destroys it's fizz-free existence and don't even get him started on-- Right. The bed's swaying. He turns, looking for Geralt in dusk's dim light.

Only to find him staring back at him, one hand clasped over his face, stomach pressed to the bed and a hand, neither his nor Jaskier's, tied up in his hair. Jaskier traces his eyes from the curve of his boyfriend's back to a man stood behind him, plowing into his ass. 

He nearly falls off the bed when Vesemir looks back at him, a wolfish grin on his face. Geralt moans then, forcing Jaskier to rip his eyes away from Geralt's father and watch the way his hand tightens over his mouth though he's already been caught. 

Well shit. Vesemir's fucking his son. Who so happens to be Jaskier's boyfriend. 

Fuck. Okay, uhm—

That's fucking hot. Jaskiers shoves the blankets off of himself, getting to his knees by Geralt's torso, looking up at Vesemir with the most adorable puppy eyes he can muster. 

He doesn't know how they do this, if they call Vesemir 'Sir' or perhaps 'Daddy." All he knows is that he wants to find out. Vesemir pauses, grabbing Geralt by the torso and flipping him over, the oldest witcher's muscle straining under the soft linen of his nightshirt. Fuck, Jaskier's already so goddamn hot for his boyfriend's Daddy. 

"Open yourself up, Pup." And Jaskier has been in many a number of sexy situations, always one to top but oh Melitele, if Vesemir told him to shove ice up his asshole during the Kaer Morhen winters, Jaskier would without question. He makes quick work of it, laying on his back so he's parallel to his boyfriend after he grabs the lube from their bedside table. Geralt's mouth is open in a soundless moan, amber eyes unfocused and glossy-- "Kiss my boy while you do, Jaskier." 

Geralt's head turns to face him, hazed over eyes settled on his face as he jolts back and forth from his father's fucking. Jaskier dives in to meet his lips, hungrily letting Geralt's tongue slip into his mouth, spit slicking over their lips in their filthy fucking kiss. He manages to uncork the vial, spilling it over his fingers and pressing them to his hole as Geralt sucks on his tongue. 

"Good boys. You're both mine, aren't you? My very good pups. Hurry up, Jaskier, I want you to be full of my wolf when he cums. Jaskier shoves a finger in, whining at the sudden stretch, a sound that Geralt readily swallows with tongue and teeth. Jaskier's much more careful with the second finger, working quickly and brushing against his prostate with everything thrust as he works up to three. 

"Get on his cock, songbird." Jaskier scrambles onto his knees, straddling over Geralt's cock and holding it in position as he slowly sinks down on it, facing Vesemir as his tongue lolls. 

"Can I ride him?" Geralt is, after all, Vesemir's pup, just as Jaskier is now, apparently. The idea of being owned by Vesemir makes him feel all warm-- not in the way he feels warm with Geralt, but more that he's cared for entirely with Vesemir. Like... Like Vesemir knows what's best for him, will care for him and all Jaskier needs to do is submit-- he doesn't know, it's not like be can find his fucking words right this fucking minute, speared on Geralt's cock and Vesemir looking at him with that pleased little smile. 

The oldest witcher nods, and starts fucking Geralt faster as Jaskier begins riding him with frenzy, high, helpless moans escaping his parted lips as he fucks himself down on his boyfriend's cock. 

"Good boy, you both are so good, doing just as I want." Geralt whimpers from behind Jaskier; the bard can feel just how desperately he wants to thrust up into Jaskier's ass, and is absolutely enamoured with the fact that he doesn't simply because Vesemir hadn't told him to. 

Geralt begins to thrash underneath them, gripping at the sheets, toes curling from where his legs are thrown over Vesemir's shoulders. Jaskier knows those actions better than he knows himself, can practically imagine the red of Geralt's face as he desperately tries to keep from cumming without permission, teeth clenched and head tilted up--

"Cum," Vesemir orders, and Jaskier feels Geralt spurt inside him, pumping him full of witcher cum. His own orgasm, on the other hand, catches him by surprise as it tears out of him-- he thinks he can hear Geralt shout, but it's overwhelmed by his own scream as he cums up his fucking chest. 

He collapses forward, and Vesemir catches him just before he fall. "Boy." Jaskier hums in reply. 

"Daddy," Geralt whimpers from behind them, lax. 

"Just a second, Geralt." Daddy's eyes turn back to his, worry in his face. He helps Jaskier off Geralt's cockz his own cock still hard. "Are you okay? Use your words, Jaskier." 

Jaskier lays down with Vesemir's guidance, curling into Geralt's side. "I'm okay, Daddy," he whispers, mind still swimming. Melitele, he can't remember the last time be was in subspace, if ever. It feels a bit different from domspace, but pleasurable all the same.

"Good. I'm going to cum over both you and Geralt. Okay, pup? I'm going to mark you both mine, remind you who you belong to." Geralt shuffles from beside him eyes equally glassy as his as they both mumble thier yes daddy's. Vesemir kneels between Geralt's and Jaskier's thighs, stripping his gorgeous cock with a slow hand. Jaskier wants to reach up, wrap his hands around it,. It finds himself with too-heavy limbs. 

"Eskel, Lambert, stop hovering outside and come give your Daddy a hand," Vesemir calls, voice stern. The wolves sheepishly walk in faces read as they drape themselves over Vesemir's back, one hand gripping his cock jut as another tilts Vesemir's head back so Eskel can kiss him. Jaskier watches, awestruck at how beautiful they are; Lambert's other hand wraps around Vesemir's waist and traces up his side, thumbing over a nipple before giving it a hard pinch-- 

Vesemir cums with a grunt, Eskel moaning into his mouth and Lambert rutting against his hip as Vesemir covers both Jaskier and Geralt in cum, painting them white and painting them his.

Vesemir smiles down at them before curling behind Jaskier as Eskel and Lambert join in on the cuddle, the four of them sharing sweet kisses as he and Geralt relish in their headspace. He realizes that it wasn't that Vesemir didn't like him, just that he wasn't sure how to act around him quite yet. Jaskier makes sure to make it abundantly clear when he turns his head and presses a slow, perfectly filthy kiss to Vesemir's lips. 

Jaskier quickly learns that the wolves don't always fuck in the room. In fact, it seems that they rarely fuck in a bedroom. When he and Geralt come upstairs, hand in hand and clean from the hot springs below, Eskel is bouncing on Vesemir's cock, Lambert setting the table like Vesemir and Eskel aren’t fucking at breakfast. Eskel gags comically when he notices Jaskier's and Geralt's hands intertwined, the white wolf turning a pretty red before snarking at his brother to shut up. 

Eskel settles on Vesemir's cock, warming throughout breakfast and fucks him over the table at the end. Jaskier learns that being in Kaer Morhen, being Vesemir's, means being fucked mindless whenever, wherever. It's a pretty fantastic fucking thing. 

On the Path, Jaskier and Geralt easily slip back into their dynamic, Jaskier domming for his lover, and Geralt being the ever-wondeful sub. Of course, they don't get long to fuck, fight monsters, and write song-- they find Geralt's child surprise, dirty and afraid, in the woods months later. It’s a miracle she's still alive-- they make haste back north, towards Kaer Morhen.

The keep is empty for the three seasons of the year, but aplenty food grows in the garden, and they spend the year healing. The weather slowly gets colder, and one October day, Vesemir pushes through the front door, curious and surprised, and most of all, glad that they're all safe. 

The rest of the wolves make it home soon enough, and it isn't till then that Jaskier remembers the sheer amount of fucking they do during the winter. He doesn't have a chance to worry about it, not when he sees Lambert cockwarming Vesemir in the library as the old witcher teaches Ciri about monsters. She looks at peace, gleefully sharing her observations out loud to both her grandfather and uncle; Vesemir pets his wolf every time he hums around his cock in reply. 

Everything is surprisingly fine. Ciri helps Eskel with the dishes as Vesemir fucks her dad in the counter right next to her, all four of them sharing a laugh as Eskel shares a story about Lambert. And when Vesemir has Jaskier bounce on his lap whilst the bard teaches her music theory, Vesemir sucking Eskel off for a quickie; they have obviously talked to her about this, that Vesemir gets to do what he wants when he wants to, and that he has all the men's consent-- that's all that worries her, that they're not enjoying it, but she's quickly reassured by four pups, telling her just how much they live Vesemir's cock (which, upon further reflection, wasn't the best idea but what the hell, she's literally watching them fuck, telling her that they truly enjoy it up the ass isn't going to scar her if that hadn't.) 

Overall, Jaskier adores being a part of the wolf pack, adores being Geralt's, and adores being Vesemir's.