#bath and body works pleasures fresh vanilla

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Bath and Body Works Pleasures Fresh Vanilla Body Lotion and Shower Gel

2002-2008

Lotion found on worthpoint.com

Shower gel found on Ebay, user 206timbertall09

[dmitriene]

ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍꜱ.

❝ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ❞ 𝘳𝘦4 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳. ❝ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ❞ 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ���

The soft light of the setting sun filtered through the curtains, bathing the cozy living room in a warm golden hue, the room was decorated with wooden furniture and soft, cozy pillows that whispered of comfort and relaxation.

The subtle aroma of vanilla scented candles hung in the air, creating an atmosphere of serenity and intimacy that enveloped you completely.

In this calm environment, Leon sat on the floor, his lean and strong body nestled comfortably between your legs.

His handsome, sharp features bathed in the gentle, amber light, emphasizing the strict blue of his eyes — these piercing eyes, brighter and more beautiful than the sky itself, conveyed all his emotions when they looked at you, they retained a special tenderness, a charming puppy warmth that every time melted your heart.

His blond hair, like a soft, ethereal halo, beckoned to your touch — the strands were the color of a fresh ear of wheat, and as he grew older, he allowed them to flow freely, forming a protruding mop at the back of his head.

You couldn't resist running your fingers through those untamed locks, feeling their airy softness, enjoying the untamed sensuality they offered.

As the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the room, you took the opportunity to braid a small strand of his golden hair, the amber hue of the room made his hair almost luminescent and it was a sight to behold.

Leon growled in satisfaction, closing his eyes, completely giving in to the pleasure of your gentle ministrations — he loved being stroked and petted like a pampered puppy, and you were more than happy to give in to him.

With gentle fingers, you ran through his strands, weaving them together to form a thin braid at the top of his head — the entire process was a tender exchange, a quiet and affectionate moment that spoke volumes about the deep connection between you two.

In such intimate moments, Leon often resembled a contented puppy, especially when you pampered him with this tender attention.

The soft rhythm of your hands on his head lulled him into a state of serene relaxation — Leon rested his head on your thigh, his shoulders relaxing as he enjoyed your touch.

You couldn't help but occasionally lean down to gently kiss the top of his head, adding to the sweet, calm atmosphere that enveloped both of you.

The living room felt like a sanctuary, a place where time stood still and the outside world ceased to exist — there were no urgent missions, no looming threats, and none of the constant pressure that Leon so often faced as a government agent.

In this space, it was just the two of you, entwined in a quiet moment of togetherness.

The room was decorated with several framed photographs, capturing glimpses of your shared adventures and smiles shared in the most unexpected and dangerous situations, and a small potted plant adorned the windowsill, its green leaves adding a touch of nature to the cozy interior.

Soft jazz music played in the background, something old fashioned, echoes of Leon's true taste, its soothing melodies blending seamlessly with the gentle rustle of hair under your careful touches.

Outside, the world was the usual chaos and unpredictability, but inside your refuge, everything was always calm, the atmosphere of the living room became a reflection of your relationship with Leon — filled with warmth, love and an unspoken promise of unwavering support, a promise to be there for each other.

Leon sighed contentedly, the vibration of his sigh felt through your fingers as you worked on his hair, moments like these when the world faded away and it was just the two of you were the ones you treasured the most.

You found solace in the simplicity of this connection, how you could give Leon the care and affection he deserved after all the hardships he faced.

The room was filled with an aura of unspoken affection — every braid you braided into his hair was a declaration of your love for him, a silent promise that you would always be there to ease his burden, and the air was filled with the feeling of comfort that only came from being with someone who knew you better than anyone else.

Time flew by and the room grew darker, the last vestiges of daylight giving way to soft, soothing darkness, but it didn't matter, the atmosphere remained the same.

The warmth in your heart and the love that flowed between you and Leon illuminated the room much more effectively than any daylight could.

As you continued to braid his hair, the outside world ceased to exist, in this precious moment you were surrounded by soft music, the scent of vanilla and the touch of Leon's hair against your fingers.

The living room was no longer just a place — it was a sanctuary where you and Leon could escape the chaos of the world and find solace in each other.

And as you kissed his head once more, you knew that this was where you belonged — enveloped in his presence, lost in the comforting atmosphere of your love and content in the knowledge that your bond was unbreakable, a refuge that could weather any storm.

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[versatileginger]

HIDDEN | CHAPTER 6

Billy Russo x OC (Ava) 

Warnings: Not canon, violence, weapons, stalking (not MMC), murder, everything you'd find in The Punisher universe, no betrayal. 

Summary: Billy meets someone that piques his interest. Did he mention she carries a knife?

A/N: Hello lovelies! I hope you enjoy this chapter. As of now I'm looking for a beta reader!

As the sun paints the sky with hues of dawn, Ava stirs from her slumber, greeted by the soft glow filtering through her curtains. She gently rubs away the remnants of sleep from her eyes, the warmth of the morning seeping into her room. With a sense of anticipation, she reaches for her phone, finding a message waiting for her from Billy.

"I’m looking forward to our date tonight." it reads. Ava can't help but smile as she types a playful response, teasing him about his chopstick prowess. While she waits for his reply, she heads to the bathroom, the cool tiles under her feet contrasting with the warmth of the morning. The subtle scent of her vanilla soap mingles with the freshness of the morning air.

Engaged in the morning routine, the rhythmic brushing of teeth becomes a familiar melody, accompanied by the distant sounds of birds beginning their day outside her window. A notification buzzes on her phone, and there it is—a quick-witted reply from Billy: "You think I would have proposed sushi if they weren’t?"

Ava slips into her comfortable fitness attire, a seamless blend of style and functionality. Eager for some fresh air and exercise, she steps out, her brisk walk unfolding under the open sky. The rhythmic beat of her sneakers against the pavement creates a harmonious cadence as she immerses herself in the invigorating energy of the outdoors. Along the way, she decides to treat herself, concluding her walk with the simple pleasure of a delicious sandwich, a well-deserved reward for both body and soul. 

Seated on a weathered bench in the lively park, Ava unwraps her sandwich, taking in the savory scent and the bustling scene around her. A cute mother duck waddles by with her ducklings, prompting a genuine smile from Ava. As she continues to enjoy her sandwich, her thoughts turn to Billy, appreciating the warm feeling of being wanted and the joy of his companionship.

Her thoughts linger on the playful banter, the teasing glances, and the shared laughter. Her heart flutters at the memory of how, when Billy playfully flirted, she couldn't help but blush, and when she returned the favor, she could see the same rosy hue coloring his cheeks. It was a delightful dance they had mastered, each move leaving them both grinning like conspirators in a shared secret.

Finishing the last bite, Ava stands up, discarding the wrapper. The park, now bathed in the soft glow of the morning sun, becomes a picturesque backdrop for her leisurely walk home. The echoes of laughter and the rustling leaves accompany her, a gentle soundtrack to the simple yet beautiful moments that have colored her morning.

As Ava steps through the threshold of her home, putting them in the shoe rack. She turns on the tv to have some background noise, a low hum of information blending into the cadence of her domestic tasks

‘’Breaking news just in; In a daring feat, The Phantom Cartel intercepted a truck loaded with weapons, seamlessly vanishing into the shadows with their illicit bounty. Authorities find themselves floundering in the wake of this operation, grappling with the challenge posed by an enemy shrouded in mystery—dressed entirely in black, faces concealed, leaving no trace for investigation. This is Tracy Morgan and stay tuned for further updates on this unfolding saga.’’

Ava sighs as she surveys the kitchen counter. It's a mess, with clean dishes piled high and crumbs scattered everywhere. She grabs a sponge and some cleaning spray and gets to work.

She wipes down the counter, one swipe at a time. She doesn't mind the mindless repetition. It's a chance to clear her head and focus on something simple.

She moves on to the dishes, scrubbing them clean and stacking them neatly in the dishwasher. She takes her time, enjoying the feeling of accomplishment as she completes each task.

Finally, she wipes down the cupboards and sweeps the floor. The kitchen is now clean and tidy, and Ava feels a sense of satisfaction. She's not sure why she enjoys cleaning so much, but she does. It's a way to make her space feel more organized and in control.

Feeling accomplished she heads to the quietude of her bathroom, Ava engages in a cherished moment of self-care. The shower, a haven of warmth, becomes a retreat from the external clamor. Choosing her vanilla-scented body wash, transforming the act of cleansing into a sensory delight. The rich lather, coupled with the comforting aroma of vanilla, creates a cocoon of tranquility within the shower's embrace.

Turning her attention to her hair, Ava reaches for a conditioner with a gentle, invigorating scent. As she applies it with deliberate strokes, the routine transcends into a mindful ritual. Fingers weaving through her locks, she becomes attuned to the soothing cadence of the water. The shower, now an interplay of warmth and fragrance, affords her a brief respite—a moment to recalibrate amidst the demands of the day.

Ava steps out of the shower and wraps herself in a towel. She dries off her hair and then uses a blow dryer to style it. She curls her hair to add some volume and bounce.

Once her hair is dry, she applies some light makeup to accentuate her features. She puts on some foundation, concealer, and mascara. She also applies a light blush and lipstick.

Completing her makeup ritual with a satisfied flourish, Ava gracefully glides towards the living room, reveling in the pleasing orderliness of her space. The clock's hands inch towards eight as she adds a delicate touch of perfume, the final embellishment to her evening ensemble. Just as the fragrance delicately settles, a timely doorbell chime resonates through the room, punctuating the tranquil ambiance.

With a knowing smile, Ava deduces that her awaited guest, Billy, has arrived punctually.

Opening the door she is met with a dark figure.  Before she can even acknowledge the presence she is pushed inside. suddenly she feels weird and everything goes black.

A gentle warmth graces Ava's face, the initial sensation seeping through the fog of unconsciousness. Attempting to pry her eyes open proves futile; the radiance that greets her is almost blinding, exacerbating the already pounding ache in her head.

"Ava? Ava? Fuck..."

The urgency in the voice pulls her into a heightened state of awareness. Suddenly, she's in motion, cradled by firm, reassuring hands beneath her knee and against her back. Despite the pain that continues to grip her mind, a realization pierces through — she's being carried.

"I could just close my eyes a bit longer, right?" she muses inwardly.

And in that moment, she surrenders to the lull of darkness once more.

A cool, damp touch on her lips prompts Ava to sip, an unexpected rush of thirst compelling her to indulge.

"Easy, easy," a familiar voice cautions. "Don't drink too fast, or you'll get nauseous." She recognizes that voice. B-Billy? "Thank god," she hears him murmur. "Can you open your eyes for me, sweetheart?"

Slowly, she complies, eyelids parting in response to his gentle encouragement. "That's it," he whispers.

Fully awakening, she surveys her surroundings. This is unmistakably not her apartment. Everything appears meticulously arranged, a stark contrast to the disorder she anticipated. Not a single item seems out of place, except, perhaps, for herself.

"What happened?" she inquires, seeking Billy's gaze. His eyes are already fixed on her, unwavering.

As her eyes meet his, questions hang in the air, waiting to be unraveled.

"When I arrived at your door, it was already slightly ajar. Opening it, I discovered this dark figure standing over you. He heard me approaching and hastily fled through the window. God, Ava, I was so worried," Billy recounted, his concern etched across his face.

"Observing that you had no head trauma, I surmised you might have been drugged. That's when I decided to bring you with me to my apartment. I had my friend Curtis check you over. He assured me you're in the clear, probably just out of it. Curtis advised me to let you sleep it off," Billy explained, his voice a mix of relief and lingering worry.

A thousand thoughts race through Ava's mind, each one trying to catch up with the chaotic events that unfolded. As she gazes at Billy, she notices the disheveled state of his hair, evidence of the evident distress he must have felt.

"How are you feeling?" Billy inquires, his hand holding hers for reassurance.

"Like I've been run over by a truck," she replies with a light laugh, only to wince as the throbbing in her head makes itself known once more.

"Any idea who it was?" she presses Billy for answers.

"No," he admits, his gaze momentarily distant. "They left the moment they heard me. All I could make out was a figure clad in black." Unwilling to disclose the unsettling details, Billy decides it's best to keep from Ava the connection between the mysterious figure and the group he and Frank had been tailing.

MAIN MASTERLIST HIDDEN MASTERLIST CHAPTER 7

[wrathofrats]

coconut :3

coconut: favorite perfume?

You’ve opened up a worm hole do you feel scared

My fav that wear most days if I’m going out is Arsenic by Sucreabeille. It smells like Antique lace, gasoline, old books, fresh vanilla bean. Absolutely my favorite ever

My second that I wear every time usually besides arsenic is Juliet has a Gun. Which is a very basic and clean scent that kinda molds to your own body. I really enjoy it, it’s unique imo. I also have Mmm which is a derivative of Juliet and I wear that to work. “A gourmand accord of Vanilla and Neroli. An olfactive sweetness that regales the senses and provokes immediate pleasure.”

And then for days I don’t wanna wear fancy perfumes, I usually grab something from my bath and body works bin. Dark Kiss, Confetti Daydream, Love and Sunshine, Black Amethyst, lavender sea salt, I own a lot of perfume this is only the stuff I genuinely wear often LMAO

[jungwnies]

nsfw alphabet | hwang hyunjin

prompt ― a-z nsfw alphabet with skz's hyunjin

warning ― smut !! minors do not interact

a/n ― my first ever skz writing, i hope you guys enjoy!!

a ⤖ aftercare (how he is after sex)

╸always cleans up ╸hyunjin will always ask you how he did and if you’re okay ╸he will always run a bath for you and carry you into the water, if you’re too tired he will wash you himself ╸tells you how well you did if it was a little more rough than usual ╸says, “i love you.” every damn time

b ⤖ body part (his favorite body part)

╸on his partner definitely their boobs ╸he loves the way they look and he loves to hold them ╸jinnie’s hands are basically a personal bra ╸finds comfort in holding them, especially when just cuddling ╸he will just slip his hand under your shirt and hold it

c ⤖ cum (anything to do with cum)

╸i just see him coming on your stomach ╸i can also see him finding it so hot when he comes into you ╸finds joy in his seed leaking out of you ╸prefers to be clean so he’s never really messy ╸when he does come on your stomach he will always clean it up for you

d ⤖ dirty secret (his dirty secret)

╸jerks off to pictures of you ╸happens very often in the bathrooms at work ╸when they’re at practice sometimes he gets hard and comes to pics of you ╸literally worships you ╸gets so turned on when you send him pictures of yourself while he’s working

e ⤖ experience (how experienced is he?)

╸not super experienced but he knows what he’s doing ╸always puts your pleasure before his ╸is willing to learn or be guided through something for maximum pleasure ╸even if he’s not the most experienced he is the the most willing to learn ╸asks you if he’s doing good, especially if the relationship is fresh

f ⤖ fav position (sex position)

╸missionary ╸he loves the intimacy to it, loves how passionate it is ╸best view of your face during missionary ╸sometimes he enjoys cowgirl so he can see your boobs bounce ╸but 100% adores and will always do missionary

g ⤖ goofy (how he acts in the moment)

╸he’s pretty serious ╸very passionate ╸he’s not having sex with you, he’s literally making love to you ╸he seems like the type to avoid one night stands and values the intimacy of sex ╸sometimes there’s a laugh here and there but it’s VERY passionate

h ⤖ hair (how groomed is he?)

╸very groomed ╸basically hairless ╸always gets waxes, doesn’t enjoy having anything growing down there ╸doesn’t really like the feeling of hair on himself ╸so yes, he’s very groomed.

i ⤖ intimacy (how passionate is he?)

╸very ╸very very very ╸like i said, he makes love to you ╸always tells you he loves you during it ╸always praises too — very fucking passionate

j ⤖ jack off (how often he masturbates)

╸only when you’re not around and he’s feeling needy ╸prefers to reserve himself just for you so he can control himself ╸but sometimes his drive is just too high to ignore his hard ╸doesn’t do it all of the time ╸just sometimes

k ⤖ kink (one or more)

╸imo i see hyunjin as a very vanilla person ╸i don’t think he has any established kinks — maybe a daddy kink ╸he’s willing to explore to find out but he doesn’t have something that drives him feral

l ⤖ location (fav place to do it)

╸bedroom + living room + bathroom ╸in the bedroom he enjoys the passion and how he can do whatever he wants, just enjoys the romance of it ╸living room he also enjoys simply because it’s a big space and the thought of someone walking in low key drives him crazy ╸he also enjoys fucking you in the bathroom, more so in the shower or bathtub — mainly the bathtub though

m ⤖ motivation (what keeps him going)

╸telling hyunjin he’s doing good or praising him definitely makes him keep going ╸calling him daddy or just saying his name when you moan keeps him going 100%

n ⤖ no (something he would NOT do)

╸i don’t think there’s something he won’t do ╸jinnie is very willing and open to try and explore ╸he just wouldn’t do anything like age play or too weird

o ⤖ oral (giving + receiving — is he good?)

╸he enjoys receiving it but he also finds it very rewarding giving it ╸this man is always sticking his tongue out or licking his lips ╸im SURE his tongue goes crazy when he’s giving ╸he would rather give it then receive it 100%

p ⤖ pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

╸a mix of both, sometimes he can be faster than usual or more rough ╸and other times he’s very slow and sensual ╸even though he’s a little vanilla to me doesn’t mean he won’t go crazyyyyy during the nastyyyy ╸depends on his mood that day — if anything

q ⤖ quickie (his opinion on it + how often they happen)

╸he doesn’t mind quickies ╸happens once in a while in the car — sometimes he’ll do them before practice ╸he definitely prefers having a longer amount of time but if he’s feeling needy ╸he won’t be opposed to it

r ⤖ risks (is he willing to experiment, does he take risks, etc.)

╸he’s willing to experiment 100% ╸he seems freaky but he just hasn’t explored all his options yet ╸but once he explores them and takes risks he’s full on freak — literally crazy

s ⤖ stamina (how long can he last?)

╸long ╸very very very long ╸he’s a dancer so ofc he’s going to have the stamina as one ╸enjoys the foreplay aspect, making sure everyone is done to a T ╸so he can last a very long time, it doesn’t even have to be multiple rounds — he just lasts forever in the bedroom

t ⤖ toys (does he use/own any?)

╸not really — but he’s not opposed to it ╸he prefers to use them on you then have you using them alone ╸as for him, he doesn’t own any for himself ╸one time he def got caught having a toy because he was planning on using it on you 😅

u ⤖ unfair (how much does he tease?)

╸OH BOY ╸this boy teases A LOT ╸loves seeing how you squirm under him and how wet you get for him ╸literally turns him on so much seeing how much he effects you

v ⤖ volume (how loud is he + what noises does he make?)

╸he’s not LOUD but he’s definitely vocal ╸praising 24/7 always says your name too ╸literally pet names are being thrown around everywhere ╸always, “fuck you feel so good baby.” ╸he doesn’t make any animalistic sounds — usually they’re just soft groans and pretty normal volumed moans

w ⤖ wild card (random headcanon for him)

╸always leaves kisses and love bites on you ╸preferably your chest or your neck because he loves seeing his markings on you ╸literally a big ego boost when he sees them ╸especially when they’re on your chest ╸gets so turned on when he sees his hickeys on you

x ⤖ x-ray (what’s under his clothes?)

╸he’s not that big ╸but his size is perfect for his body ╸body proportions are literally PERFECT on him ╸he’s pretty slim — kinda lanky but with a little build

y ⤖ yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

╸it’s high but only sometimes ╸some days he’s a little more chill and others he just wants to fuck you silly ╸when it is high he will fuck you till your burnt out

z ⤖ zzz (how quickly does he sleep after?)

╸not too quickly, as he prefers to clean up ╸even if he’s really tired he will always clean up, and if you’re really tired ╸he WILL take care of you ╸he sleeps better knowing you’re taken care of

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[nofoundboy]

HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO. UR REQUESTS ARE OPEN AND I SEE YOU WRITE FOR MY WONDERFUL RIDDLER BOY😍

dano!riddler x male reader. Edward is at home all day and reader is coming back late at night from a LONG shift, and when reader go to shower/bathe Edward joins them, maybe even washes readers hair and back :) nothing sexual, just love :,)

I hope this is not too short and thank you so much for this request 🤙

Sometimes life is very tiring, but you have to endure. That's what you tell yourself as you return home from a long shift.

Occasionally friendly faces don't help lighten the load on your shoulders after so much busy time. You feel your body stiffen and the thought of your boyfriend's pretty face, a hot bath, a quick dinner and your confortable, make your steps quicken until, when you least notice, you find yourself already at the door of the apartment you share with Edward.

"I'm here" you announce, exhaustion evident in your voice. You drop your keys carelessly on the small coat rack next to your cold jacket.

Edward is already waiting for you with a sweet smile, his eyes attentive to your movements, already aware of the exhaustion that has barely allowed you to arrive.

"I'll run you a bath, we can eat first too" you hold his round cheeks and give him a soft kiss, his glasses bump against your face and it makes you both smile.

"A bath sounds perfect, honey" you head straight to the small room, where Edward has even taken care of putting vanilla and lavender scented candles. You don't remember having those before.

"Ed! This is perfect!" you quickly strip off your clothes, feeling how tense your back muscles are, something you hope the hot water will resolve.

Edward hasn't moved away from the bathroom doorframe. He stares at you, totally enraptured.

You are too tired to do anything that doesn't involve simply lying in the tub, yet that light that shines in his eyes is serene, pure, and without any intention of advancing beyond his admiration for you.

You let out a sigh of pleasure and satisfaction as soon as you feel the warm water on your skin, and just as you thought, it begins to dissipate that stiff feeling on your shoulders.

Edward approaches you, with that slow, subtle step you know by heart.

Before you can ask anything, Edward kneels on the side of the tub, picks up the shampoo you both use, and pours it generously over your head.

You close your eyes, throw your head back and allow his expert hands to massage your scalp, spreading the fresh-smelling substance.

There is a cadence to his hand movements, a sort of dance of his fingers through your hair that is meant to communicate the absolute devotion and affection he has for you. The way, your very presence makes Edward want to help you, to satisfy you in every little desire you have.

You are the only person with whom he has ever felt this way, and he enjoys basking in such beautiful feelings so much that he never pays attention to your denials, a product of guilt that he focuses all his attention on you. For him, it is a pleasure to do so, since it is because of you that he always feels so alive and tangible.

His hands move to your shoulders, where his fingers work wonders with the knots in your muscles.

You feel like you're floating in a watery heaven, and your worries have already gone down the drain. Edward has taken care of that.

A soft kiss on your cheek briefly brings you back to reality, with Edward's gaze fixed on you, as if he doesn't believe you're real.

But it's you who doesn't understand how he's real, how he spoils you so much and how it feels to breathe for him.

You both seem to think the same. Edward puts on soft music, and as he hums, he lets the drowsiness of relaxation wash over him as well, while your hands entwine outside the bathtub.

You decide to stop thinking, to let yourself go completely without questioning whether you are worthy of this. Edward always stresses to you what a good boyfriend you are, and now, you are so lost in his sweet love, his attentions and your exhaustion, as to be modest.

The day was hard, but it's always worth it as long as you get to see the man you love taking care of you like that.

That way, you both know it's all worth it.

[pillow-anime-talk]

skin to skin.

request: c-can u do a nsfw headcanons for william moriarty?😳 tysm i love ur work sm ♡♡

# tags: headcanon; current relationship; romance; smut; nsfw

warnings: mention of vanilla sex, oral sex, lingerie/lace, praises, body worship, after care, pet names

includes: gender neutral reader ft. william james moriarty {mtp}

author’s note: i love you too!

↘ I imagine that if William is going to have a sexual partner, it must be someone he trusts very much, with whom he’s extremely close and has known for a long time. It has to be the same kind of closeness he has with Louis and Albert, but a bit more intimate and less family-like. He is definitely not interested in ‘one night stands’ or ‘friends with benefits’ relations.

↘ Sex with William is truly calm and slow; it’s full of assurances that he cares about you and full of promises that he will take care of you better than anyone else could. Of course, you also reassure him of your positive feelings or thoughts, and if necessary or if you have the opportunity to do so, you can definitely take a little control to give him some praise and kisses here and there.

↘ William is quite an old fashioned man; one, long round will probably be enough for him. He also loves to create an atmosphere in your bedroom or living room if he’s going to have love with you that night and please you in every aspect of delight. A few candles on a dresser or table, as well as rose petals are some of the details that always appear close to the two of you. Sometimes they are also flowers in a vase or new, soft bedding.

↘ I think he’s quite simple in terms of sexual position; missionary or the one where he can hug you from the side/back and move his own hips are his two favorite positions. It means, he feels very close to you and he can take care of you properly – both physically and mentally, looking at your face, your reactions and hearing clearly your voice or the sounds you make.

↘ He won’t admit it out loud, but enjoys oral sex; he’s a really busy man and stress in life (even if he doesn’t show it) is everyday life for him. Therefore, when you give him some pleasure under his desk or when he’s sitting in an armchair, he will definitely appreciate the gesture and give you something back later; not necessarily in bed, but maybe he’ll buy you your favorite truffles or new gloves. He loves to give you gifts.

↘ He definitely loves to praise what you are doing too; not only in bed, but also in general. Did you make dinner? He’ll give you a kiss on the forehead. Did you sort the papers on his desk? He will give you the most beautiful smile in the world. Did you remember in the morning to pack breakfast for him for work at the university? When he comes back to home, he will literally recite every synonym for ‘being perfect’.

↘ That’s why when you do something right during sex or when you put on nicer than usual underwear (he’s a fan of burgundy and white lace, tbh) his mouth doesn’t close. He’ll have his signature smirk on his handsome face, and let his hands explore every part of your sweet, delicate body.

↘ As for how he talks to you in bed... I think he’s also simple here.

↘ His favorites are simply ‘darling’ or ‘my love’. He, on the other hand, personally love when you call him ‘beloved’.

↘ Although he certainly has a slight kink to the ‘sir’ word, umm.

↘ In conclusion; William is the perfect lover and partner. He’s honest, faithful and cares for you like no one else; before sex, when he prepares your smooth body, and during love making, making sure you are feeling well, but also after sex by handing you a fresh towel or offering a relaxing bath together.

[sweetbunnykook]

Something Borrowed, Something Blue

Beast with Two Backs II

Yandere husband!JK x Rescued wife!Noona - Oneshot/Drabble 

Warning: dub-con (groping, kissing), abuse of power (emotional manipulation, financial abuse, starvation), handcuffs

Word: 1,557

Synopsis: When Jungkook’s love hurt more than his punishments. 

“Please, please, Jungkook, I won’t do it again. Please,” you whimper, pulling on the handcuffs as your husband places the disc inside a DVD player and waits for it to load. He struggles to keep his expression cold when you’re already crying as soon as you wake up to find the cuffs are still wrapped around your wrists. He adjust his cufflinks to distract himself from the fact that maybe he went too far this time.

He didn’t mean to make you cry but this is the only way you’ll learn that you’re meant to be with him. If you see how adorable you look next to him during the wedding, you’ll learn that you don’t need anyone else. You don’t need to keep fighting him, to turn your cheeks away when he wants to kiss you goodbye before work, to cover yourself when he watches you bathe in a tub full of flowers.

When the familiar orchestral music sounds from the speakers you let out a hoarse cry, thrashing in the white bridal nightie you’ve been wearing for the last two days. You’re sick of the romantic soundtrack and even more sick of seeing yourself docile and naïve in Jungkook’s arms, your eyes glazed from the opiates running through your veins on that day.

Jungkook’s head turns quickly towards when he hears the harsh cacophony of steel scraping against wood and immediately comes to your bedside to keep your hands still.

“Stop moving so much, you’re going to hurt yourself.” He commands, brows drawn together as he witnesses the deep red marks around your wrists. You must have been pulling on them all night despite knowing the wooden bedpost is indestructible and there’s no chance of escape.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you cry, curling your legs up to your torso and burying your face in the feather pillows. “Please,” you look up at him with tears rolling down your cheeks, your soft hiccups and sobs melting his heart in the right places. “I won’t be bad anymore. I’m so hungry…please, Jungkook…”

His lips press together as he feels tears blur his own vision and he momentarily turns away to wipe his face with the flat of his palm. You feel a twinge of hope when he opens the nightstand drawer and pull out a black box with a neat white ribbon wrapped around the edges. He sits on the edge of the bed next to your curled figure and unwraps the package to reveal four rows of chocolates, six on each row.

Your stomach growls and cramps upon the sight of such glossy chocolate truffles, each with a berry vanilla cream tucked in the center. Jungkook finds your wide eyes endearing as you glare at the chocolates as if it’ll fall into your mouth the harder you looked. It’s not exactly nutritious food, but sweets are just as tantalizing as a three-course meal. In your situation, you can’t find it in you to complain.

Jungkook pulls the box away for a second, relishing in your sweet whines, as he stumbles upon an idea. He runs his fingers over the chocolates and then back at you with your head buried in the pillows but red eyes trained on his, arms twisted to leave a small gap between the cuffs and the bruised skin around your wrists. Making a final decision, he takes the remote controller on the nightstand and turns off the television. The silence of the bedroom elicits a sigh of relief that you hope he won’t notice, but he does anyway and momentarily feels saddened by it. He then kneels closer to your body, wrapping an arm around your waist and hoisting you up on the pillow so your back can rest. The angle provides orgasmic relief to your strained arms and shoulders that you can’t help but moan softly, the sound of your saccharine voice making Jungkook’s hands falter as he tucks your hair behind your ears and cups your face with one hand.

He reaches next to him and brings the chocolate up to your lips, watching your eyes widen as you crane your neck to bring it into your mouth. He doesn’t give you the satisfaction as he slips the truffle in his own mouth and brings his lips over yours. Your greedy tongue licks the cream on his lips before you roam your tongue into his mouth and swallow melted chocolate, ignoring the pang of pleasure that breeds warmth deep in your core when Jungkook brushes his tongue against yours. His long hair tickles your cheeks as he moves cautiously against your lips. If your hands were free, you would have pulled him closer by his black coat lapels to feel more of him. He gasps when you lick a stripe up his chin to catch the remaining cream before digging your tongue back into his mouth until all the sugary sweetness dissipates.

The chocolates are so milky and fragrant you can feel tears prickle the edge of your eyes which Jungkook softly wipes away with the pads of his thumb. His darling, so easy to punish, so easy to please. He reaches over to the remote and places it next to the box of chocolate, giving you the ultimatum he’d written in his mind: either you watch the wedding again and starve for the day or you can satiate a part of your cravings by giving him the kisses you’d denied him.  

“Do you want more?” He asks, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip and trailing his warm palms over your heart, beneath the sheer nightie to feel the soft swells of your breasts.

“Answer me.” He digs his fingers in your skin and gropes your mounds whole.

“Y-Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

You swallow the chocolate remaining in the back of your throat like you swallow your pride. “Yes, sweetheart.”

His smile is wide and bright as he trails his hands down further down to your waist to rub your aching belly. Your knees come together when he brings his fingers down towards your womb and draw circles around your hipbones.

“That’s my good girl.”

He pops another chocolate in his mouth and brings his soft lips to yours once more, tongues moving against each other while the truffle disappears into a syrupy sweetness that leaves you whimpering like a lost kitten.

Jungkook knows he must leave for work or else he’ll be late to the meeting but he’s drowning in pleasure and your tongue is driving him crazy. He longed to feel your kisses, to feel your softness on his skin, to watch the flush on cheeks deepen and your thighs rubbing together to satiate a different kind of craving he longed to hear you beg him for. For now, he’s satisfied with just your lips. It doesn’t hit you until much later that the chocolate has long melted and your lips are moving against Jungkook’s out of its own will. His hands cups underneath your jaw to angle your head as he wishes and you ignore that feeling of worthlessness that will crawl its way up your cuffed legs after he’s gone. For now, the pleasure is too great to refuse and your husband smelled too good, tasted too good, and felt too good pressed against your body.

If you didn’t misbehave, your days could be more like this, filled with more of his loving touches and kisses. Had you met him under different circumstances, had he genuinely wanted you as a wife and not as a pet he feeds in exchange for your attention and love, you would have fallen for him. You wish you could go back to the time when you thought Jungkook was your savior and not your captor. You wish you can go back to the time when the scent of his cologne brought you peace and the warmth of his coat around your shoulders gave you a feeling of home you haven’t had in a long time.

With a gasp, you turn your head to the side, peeling your lips away from his. Your breaths are harsh and labored and your eyes are wide as you’re hit with a pang of realization that the pleasure you’re feeling now is part of his punishment. These doses of affection between anger makes you believe everything is okay but you know as soon as he leaves for work and you’re forced to think about yourself, everything comes crashing down.

“Can you undo the cuffs? B-before you go to work?” You ask while he’s catching his breath.

Jungkook nods eagerly, still buzzed with delight as he snakes the key out of his pockets and undo your handcuffs. He rubs your sore wrists and kisses them softly. You sit and watch him worship every knuckle and every crevice of your hands with his lips, exhaling when you don’t pull away for once. Perhaps the punishments are working, he thinks.  

Fresh drops of tears roll down your cheeks once more and Jungkook murmurs your name before kissing them away. He thinks you’re relieved about your freed arms and the first taste of joy that you willingly took from his mouth.

What he doesn’t know is that you’re crying for him, and for what could have been, had he given you a chance to learn what love is.  

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

BBW Pleasures Fresh Vanilla Creamy Body Wash

2002-2007

Found on Ebay, user daytona6526

[charming-2d-boys]

Hello! Your writing is so awesome omg I was wondering could you do some soft NSFW headcanons for the adultrio? Not hardcore NSFW ones but soft ones. Maybe just how they engage with their partner sensually?

Hey and thank you so much! I'm glad you like it! 🤗💕

And of course, I aim for the softer side of things anyway, so this is right up my alley 😄

Thank you for the request and I hope you'll like this as well! 🙇

Also, you might want to check this, since I might be using some of the things I wrote before.

Warning: long, NSFW(-ish? maybe? Idk anymore), but soft

Chrollo

we all know that Chrollo is a gentleman and a romantic

this usually applies even more so in private and is intense when it comes to his partner

loves knowing everything about his partner, hence why he usually pays a lot of attention to them, their hobbies...

and also what they like when it comes to being more intimate

you like being kissed on the neck or jaw? that’s where his lips will be

like hickies? he loves marking

win-win situation

how about him paying more attention to certain parts of your body?

Chrollo will do his best and take his time just to prolong it

he loves teasing you and having you desperate for his touch

and his patience is one of his most well-known traits

of course, he can’t read minds, so he’ll definitely ask you about your kinks

but what about his kinks?

well, he’ll talk about them, sure

but he’s pretty vanilla, so there really isn’t anything that might feel like too much - in his opinion

and he’d prefer showing you, just so he can also see how you react

as I’ve said before, Chrollo loves praise, both giving and receiving

of course, he can word it so well that he could probably make you come undone with his words and barely a few fleeting touches alone

his touch is extremely gentle and he always pays attention - to your face, the noises you make, your body language

he wants to know what he’s doing well and what you like, storing it for later and using it to his advantage

if he can, he wants to hold onto you or your hand(s)

loves it when you squeeze his hand as you’re in the throes of pleasure

leaves at least a few love bites, usually in more inconspicuous places, somewhere where probably no one would see but the two of you would definitely know

wants to make you cum at least 2 times, 3 if he’s not too tired or if you can keep up

doesn’t really like toys because he thinks that his body is enough

and he’s right

he will use his hands, his mouth... his whole body if he has to

one way or another, he’ll make it work and leave you both happy and probably wanting more

he always leaves you more than satisfied and a little sore, but it’s worth it

as for positions? missionary, doggy style and with you in his lap

Chrollo just prefers those positions where he can cage you in, hold you close, in his arms and be close to you physically

he’s possessive so he wants you pretty much all to himself

aftercare? superb

whatever you want and however?

your wish is his command

always smiles and feels butterflies in his stomach at the sight of your smiling face, knowing that he was responsible for it

has to fall asleep with you in his arms and just know you’re there with him

the intimacy of it all is something that he craves very badly

so he’s very thankful to have you and actually feel something positive

Hisoka

Hisoka can be a bit of a freak

what I mean by this is that he has an open mind

that means that no matter what kinks you might have or are too afraid to try or voice out, especially with pretty much anyone else if you were in a relationship with anyone?

you can tell him, he won’t judge

he’s got plenty of his own kinks that he’s very happy to indulge in

but most of those were reserved for his one night stands who might’ve been into them

when he’s with you, things will change a bit

of course, if you two have any common kinks, you’ll most probably use them

and even if you aren’t, Hisoka is adaptable

you only have to tell him and he’ll listen

he doesn’t really care where you’re doing it

bathroom? done it.

bedroom? plenty of times.

kitchen? almost burnt it down and you banned him from coming in when you’re cooking.

living room? you almost never get to the movie credits.

always praises you and your body

half of the pleasure comes from knowing that he can make you feel good, whether it’s from his words or his body

loves the sounds you make and the fact that they’re because of him and his actions

the difference between a one night stand and you?

he’s a lot more passionate

a lot softer

and actually cares very much about how you’re feeling, before, during and after

also, Hisoka is one of the best when it comes to aftercare

everything is ready: bath/shower, something to eat and/or drink, soft, fluffy blankets and fresh sheets

he’s always ready to spoil you and make you feel happy and comfortable

he doesn’t really mean to do it, not always

but he gets so into it sometimes that wherever he’s holding onto your body will have bruises in the shape of his hands or fingers

hickies for the win, and in plain sight too

and he’ll kiss you constantly, whether it’s on your cheeks, neck, lips, forehead, shoulders, collarbones, whatever

Hisoka just likes feeling the heat of your skin on his lips, and maybe even more because he likes playfully biting you

and he’ll always cuddle with you when you’re ready to sleep

you’re pretty much trapped, but he’s so warm and soft and comfortable that you don’t really want to leave at all

Illumi

Illumi is one of those cases

theory? 10/10

practice? ummmm, yeah... about that

thing is, he’s not really comfortable with being touched by others unless he knows them well

and you’re one of the few who get this privilege

you can hold his hand, touch his face, his hair - you can play with it and braid it!!!

he actually likes being touched by you because your touch is really warm and gentle

doesn’t really vocalise that he wants to sleep with you, not always and certainly not in the very beginning

he mostly just pulled onto your wrist gently, towards the bedroom

and it would honestly be a bit cute

but now?

now Illumi’s gotten bold

he literally comes and asks you if you could go into the bedroom for some private time together

yes, he’s bold, but he won’t just come out and ask you if you want to have sex

especially if it’s in front of others

yes, he doesn’t really feel comfortable doing it anywhere else unless it’s his bedroom

maybe the bathroom connected to his bedroom counts as well

Illumi just knows that he wants what happens between the two of you to stay private

now that he’s got you, he wants to try different things that he’s heard or read about

kinks? they’ll be discussed and if interested, will be tried at least once

toys? what is it, how do you use it, where does it go and it’s pretty much a deal

he’s okay with toys as long as he knows that it’s meant to help your bond strengthen and not replace him

he really likes when you’re pulling - gently - on his hair

possessive as heck, he’ll leave hickies, love bites, bite marks, everything of that sort, but nothing to hurt you - unless you want that

Illumi just loves oral, there, I’ve said it

and yes, both giving and receiving

and again, yes, your thighs will be full of bite marks and love bites as well

really loves having your legs over his shoulders because your skin is very warm and soft and he likes the feeling of being “trapped there”

could probably spend hours doing it

really likes having you on top

he gets to control you and watch you, so why not?

always asks if what he did was okay and how he can improve

not really one for aftercare, but if you tell him what to do, he will do it

he just wants you to feel pleasure and happiness with and from him alone, especially during such intimate times

[wrctings]

Steve Rogers x Tony Stark | A cat at heart

i always used to picture the animal version of steve as a golden retriever (still solid) but cat steve... man, that hits differently 🥰 reminder that you can also find my fics on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/softeninglooks/works

fandom: Marvel summary: Where Steve is very self-conscious about how horrible he looks when he takes his helmet off after a mission, and Tony takes care of him, which includes a well-deserved bath and a lot of affection. word count: 1.5k

It has never truly bothered Steve to wear a suit—everyone on the team had one, it came with the job, and although it appeared a little ridiculous in the beginning, the solid material and actually handy gear has grown on Steve so much, he knows his suit's pros and cons like the back of his hand. In most cases, he's thankful for its ability to provide him with both protection and room for fighting, which is what it was primarily designed for, after all. But if there is one thing still bothering Captain America even after all this time wearing it, it's indubitably this: the helmet.

The others don't get one, and Tony's faceplate, as well as being equipped with tech that gave him precious information during combat, had been build with all kinds of systems to keep his face cool and even not be too hard on his eyes. As for Steve, he wasn't gifted any of that—all he was left with was a somewhat protective helmet which, as soon as he engaged into battle or the weather got milder, became gradually insufferable.

So Steve always waits. Waits to find himself alone to finally remove the dreadful thing, thus revealing the marks left by it all over his forehead, the beads of sweat stood out on his brow, the dishevelled state of his hair, the sharp and funny-looking contrast between the dirty lower part of his face and the reddish skin of the upper part. The Captain never feels more self-conscious than when such a reflection of himself meets his eye in the bathroom mirror after missions, pressingly reminding him to never ever be seen like this by Tony. If his boyfriend were to become aware of just how much of a disaster Steve's entire head was in those moments, he'd surely think twice before giving out one of those compliments that make Steve's cheeks flush and his stomach flutter with timid love.

However, there comes a day when even heroes have got to face their fears. And Steve most certainly doesn't see his coming when, staggering through a corridor of the Avengers tower after a particularly straining mission, he suddenly bumps into Tony. There is one problem though: thinking he was alone, he had taken the helmet off—and by the look washing over the brunet's face, Steve can easily guess that he must be resembling whatever the epitome of mess is.

"Hey honey, are you okay? How was the mission? Are you hurt?" Tony's eyebrows knit together in suppressed shock, seeing Steve look so tired and drained after a long day always being cause for concern. His gaze lands on the dark patches staining his boyfriend's skin, scanning it for cuts and bruises.

"Yes, yes, I'm okay," Steve reassures him at once, trying to turn his face away from Tony's piercing brown eyes, already blushing from embarrassment. "I'm just tired. It was a long mission. I'm going to take a shower. I'll see you when I'm done."

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes, Tony, don't worr..." But as soon as the words leave his mouth, Steve almost hits the corner of the wall, having barely payed attention to the fact that they reached an intersection in the tower's pathways; if he had managed to allay Tony's worry, it comes back swift as the wind.

"That's it." The other man declares decisively, his tone making it clear that whatever is to follow is not up for discussion. "Rogers, you shut up and follow me. Now."

As Steve quickly notes, they are headed to the bathroom. Another five minutes, and Tony is rather vigorously—for someone completely worried over the Captain's health just seconds ago— helping Steve get his suit off, setting it aside as soon as he's finished, then gesturing toward the bathtub.

"Get in," he orders, leaving the blond no choice but to comply, undressing completely as he gets inside, which allows Tony to make sure that no severe injuries are paining him. "Now, relax. Let me work the rest." Turning on the hot-water tap, the brunet, arms crossed over his chest and tight-lipped still, watches Steve try to get comfortable until the bathtub is about halfway filled. Only then, after pouring bath soak into the water, do his features at last soften with contentement, glad to hear that a deep sigh of what he believes to be relief just lifted off Steve's chest. "How are you feeling now, soldier?"

"Better," Steve gives Tony a grateful glance, almost forgetting about the calamitous state his face is still in. "Much better. Thank you."

"Alright, I like that better." Tony gives him a smile brimming with all the affection he can't hide—doesn't want to hide. Seeing Steve like this is indeed much better. "Okay, time for phase two."

Reaching for a bar of soap, Tony devotes himself to what he set his mind to. First, he rubs his own hands against its smooth surface before sliding them down Steve's shoulders and back, feeling the Captain's tense muscles progressively unwind beneath his fingertips, yielding to his caresses. Tony's every touch is careful, full of tenderness and preoccupation as all he wants is to get Steve to loosen up fully. Steve even chuckles as Tony wipes the dirt off his jaw, taking care of all the smeary spots the blond felt so self-conscious about; now, Steve has unquestionably shaken off his fear of being seen by his boyfriend.

Then, comes phase three. After seizing the shower head, Tony holds it over Steve, careful not to let the stream flood his eyes, then gets a hold of the bottle of shampoo. He pours some of the vanilla-scented liquid into Steve's hair, then letting his fingers thread through it softly, massaging Steve's skull and neck. The pleased moan that he gets in return, Steve tipping his head back into Tony's hands, is the best reward he can get.

"Look at you, behaving like such a cat. If I came closer, maybe I could hear you purring..." he hums, fingers circling at the back of Steve's head.

Steve's gravelly laughter responds to his comment, the Captain slightly opening his eyes to get a look at Tony's face. Definitely cat-like. Happy cat.

"Thank you, Tony. You're going through all that trouble for me..."

"Steve, after all the times you've taken care of me, that's the least I could do. And don't tell anyone, but I'm actually enjoying it," he murmurs against Steve's ear, making his boyfriend laugh anew. "Has anyone ever told you you're a cat at heart?"

"A cat? Really?" Steve muses, peacefully abandoning himself to Tony's hands as the latter rinses out the shampoo, then brushing the Captain's hair back with his fingers before planting a kiss on top of his head. The amount of warmth Tony rouses inside his stomach is insane.

"Yes, a cat. A water-loving cat. Wait, I'm not done yet."

And indeed, as Steve savours the last minutes of his bath Tony exits the bathroom, promising that he'll be back. When he reappears, a couple of minutes later, it's with a bundle of fresh clothes that he hands the blond when the latter gets out of the bathtub—it is, in reality, a win for Tony since he got to pick his favourite shirt for his boyfriend to wear. Helping Steve rub himself dry, he can't resist leaving a few kisses here and there over the man's shoulders and torso, the feather-light pressure of his lips finishing to completely soothe the Captain's mind and body. Steve cups Tony's face into his right hand to give him a passionate kiss on the mouth in return, deeply sighing with pleasure as he feels Tony's hand run through all the length of his wet hair.

"See, my point exactly. You're such a cat." Tony smiles against Steve's mouth, taking a step back to take a look at how truly beautiful Steve is. But the truth is, he always likes him: when Steve comes back from missions all dirty and dishevelled, when he's standing in the bathroom with droplets crystallized on his collarbones and the upper part of his face still bearing faint marks from the helmet he wore for too long, when he wakes up beside him on the mornings Steve sleeps in and when he's mindlessly tracing invisible patterns over his limbs. Any place, any time, any day. He's crazy about him.

A little later, when they're snuggling together in their shared bed, Tony's cat theory proves right once again. It only takes for the brunet to touch Steve's hair for the Captain to lean into Tony's hand, even nudging Tony's shoulder with his head as he's huddled up right against him.

"I always thought I was more of a dog person, but you really did awaken the cat in me," Steve smiles when Tony brings up the subject again, pressing a gentle kiss into Tony's neck. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Tony Stark."

"I really like it when people say that," Tony huffs amusedly. "But especially when it's you."

All Steve can do is fondly roll his eyes, slightly tightening the grasp of his arm, which is slid across Tony's chest in a loving embrace. And, when Tony begins stroking his hair again, Steve is sure that if he were able to, he would've in truth started purring.

[the-iron-orchid]

More Than You Know

Pairing: Jinana/Julian, ~1130 words

Warnings: vanilla 😱, PiV, marking, FEELS

Synopsis: A follow-up to Intrusive Thoughts.

🍋🔞18+, Minors DNI! 🔞🍋

Julian prepares a cup of tea for me in the kitchen, then dashes off to run the bath while I sit at the kitchen table, sipping from my mug. His voice floats out of the door - a running commentary, snatches of song, whatever goes through his forebrain. It’s his way of maintaining contact while he is in the other room. Malak hops about the table, periodically cocking an eye at me and giving what seems to be an encouraging croak. I reach out to gently stroke his head, and he gives a contented warble.

A mild concern arises when I smell something burning, but then Julian returns - damp, but triumphant. “A romantic bath awaits, my love.”

I set my mug aside and allow him to escort me into the bathroom, where the soft scent of roses wafts on the steamy air. Dried rose petals (a staple of the shop) have been strewn upon the water in quantity, and candles (charmingly mismatched, in varying states of usage) have been lit all around, giving a warm ambience.

Julian unwinds the shawl from my shoulders with great ceremony, setting it safely aside; he does the same with the rest of my clothing, even my jewelry. He assists me in getting into the wonderfully hot water, and only then does he start stripping off his own clothing. He fits himself into the tub with me with care, arranging us so that his legs are to either side, and I can lean back against his chest.

“How’s that, darling?” he asks. “It’s not too hot or too cramped, is it? Too many rose petals?”

“It’s perfect, Julian,” I assure him, and his arms come around me, his chin resting lightly on the top of my head.

“I’m glad,” he says quietly. Then, “We don’t have to do... the rest, you know. I just want to help you feel better. That’s all that matters to me.”

“I know. You do help me feel better.” He lifts his chin as I tip my head back and smile up at him. “And I want to do the rest. I want to be with you. I want to feel you, touching me.”

With my back pressed to his chest, I can feel his heart picking up speed. It still pains me to think that he has spent so much of his life without the affirmation he needs like air or water, feeling as if he can never do enough. Many have wanted what he represents, or what he offers... but seemingly so few have wanted what he is.

I feel him swallow hard, and then his hands begin to move over my body, beneath the water. It’s a slow, soothing motion, lulling me, and the last vestiges of the anxiety that seized me earlier start to melt. I relax against Julian’s chest, letting the sensations bear me away from the place of fear, letting the contact bring us closer.

Gradually, his hands begin to display a more sensual turn, running along my inner thighs, up my belly to my breasts. He very gently begins to roll their tips between his fingers, sending little sparks of pleasure dancing through my body, and I give a sigh of contentment.

When he has my hips rolling slowly against him, one of Julian’s hands slides back down my belly, between my thighs, caressing with a featherlight touch. I feel his breath tickle my ear as he bends to whisper how much he adores me, how important I am to him, how much he wants me. Under other circumstances, I might find this embarrassing... but right now it’s a much-needed anchor, a reassurance no other can give.

All the while, his clever fingers are at work between my legs, until it culminates in a rolling, languid peak, my back arching against him and his name on my lips. When the waves recede, and I relax against him once more, he returns to slow, aimless caresses over my legs and arms.

I contrive to turn myself around, so that I am facing him, and his hands move up and down my back as I stretch up to kiss him. “Take me to bed, Ilya,” I tell him, stroking him under the water in turn. He shudders, then slowly rises from the water with me, stepping out onto the nearby mat. I summon a bit of magic to dry us off, still scented lightly with rose petals. He takes my hand, and leads me into the bedroom proper.

There’s nothing quite like climbing into fresh linens after a bath. Julian draws the sheet over us both, and takes me into his arms, planting kisses over my cheeks, my throat. He asks how I want him, and I tell him that I want to see his face, to feel his arms around me.

Julian sits up, and brings me to where I am straddling his lap. Of course, he likes for me to be above him. He helps to guide himself into me, and the way he fills me is familiar, even comforting, always thrilling.

There are few things more intimate than looking into a partner’s face while making love. Julian’s pupils expand, his lips parting on sighs of pleasure. I take his face between my hands, kissing him deeply as we move together, a slow communion of bodies. His arms hold me tightly to him, like a promise.

“Let’s try and come together, darling,” I whisper against his lips, and he nods his assent. He’s used to controlling himself for me, and I’m used to reading his signs; I’m sure we can do it. I reach down to touch myself, and Julian groans as the added pleasure causes me to tighten down on him.

I slide my free hand up the back of his neck and curl my fingers into his hair. I set my mouth against his throat, the junction of his shoulder, his chest, leaving dark red marks in my wake. Julian moans out his approval for each and every one. I can feel the tension in him increasing, the way he’s holding himself back for me - but he won’t have to do it for long. I feel myself being pulled up into that weightless space again, and breathlessly I cry out to him -

“Now, Ilya, oh now!”

Instantly, he lets loose his control, his movements quick and desperate - and soon it takes us both, crying out together as the long spasms shake our bodies. My hand grips his nape, his arms hold me to him as if it could make us one, and for those few moments, perhaps we are.

And then we come down from it, back into our separate shaking bodies, sheened lightly with sweat. We hold each other close, uncaring of the aftermath, just feeling each other’s presence.

“Thank you, my love,” I whisper into his ear. “You do more for me than you will ever know.”

[loverontheleft]

MoSex 4

AU with single Kinky Boots!B. Fluff and smut. Parts 1-3 can be found on my Masterlist in my bio. Moodboard by @a-silver-linings-boyfriend

Brendon x reader. Warnings: So...we’ve ( @beautiful-tragic-fallout ) created a points system for smut.

0.25 for handjob

0.25 for fingering

0.5 for blowing him

0.5 for going down on her

0.75-1.0 for sex, vanilla

1.5-2.0 for sex, advanced positions

3.0 for bondage, spanking, other kinks, or public sex.

This chapter has a score of 6.75 along with general filth, some fluff, language, and dirty talk.

Word count: 6.4k

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You smell him before you feel him. It's the fresh, clean scent of his cologne with its lemon undertones, combined with the sweet, intoxicating smell that is the result of the last hour in his bed with his head between your thighs and your soft, desperate cries as he brought you to orgasm again and again.

“What is it, Princess?” His voice is low as he crawls back up the bed, and you relax back against his chest when his hands wrap around your hips. He guides you back so you’re nestled against his gloriously naked body and smiles against your neck where he’s pressing warm, gentle kisses. “You still seem stressed. Am I losing my touch? Thought I would’ve fucked that out of you by now.”

“You did, for the most part,” you admit, eyes fluttering shut in post-orgasm bliss, before turning to face him. “And I enjoyed your efforts very much. It’s just...I’m sorry, I’m just a little distracted. Normally, I have another job lined up by now. And I mean - I’m fine. My savings are solid. I’d be fine. But with my Kinky Boots contract ending, I should be moving on. There should be something else coming up. And there isn’t.”

“It’ll work out,” Brendon soothes, running a hand through your hair and down your back. “Besides, maybe the universe just wants to see exactly what me spoiling you constantly would look like.” You grin feebly and press closer to him, relishing the feel of his hard cock pressed firmly against your stomach. “I think…” and he pauses for a moment, waiting for you to tip your head up to meet his eyes. “I think I’m gonna stick around for a bit. After my run ends, I mean. I like New York. I haven’t gotten to really explore the area because when I’m not in rehearsal or actually performing or doing press, I’m tangled up with my sweet girl here.” He nuzzles you affectionately. “And I have no intention of giving up my time with her. So, if I want to immerse myself in the city, it’s going to have to wait til my time with the show is over.”

Your breath is caught in your chest and you hardly dare ask the question, but this has been on your mind too and if he’s bringing it up… “you mean you’re staying?” You can hear the hope in your voice. He can too.

“For a while, yeah. I-” he hesitates, tracing a path down your hip. “I love you, Y/n.”

You’re pretty sure he can feel your heart racing. The room is spinning. There’s a ringing in your ears and you feel dizzy. “You love me?” You’re giddy, eyes wide, fingers numb with sheer euphoria, cheeks hurting from the size of your smile.

“I love you,” he confirms, reaching down to grab your waist and hoist you up higher. “Do you, uh...well, I mean. Do you...I was just wondering if you…”

“I love you too,” you whisper, tugging him in by the back of his head to kiss him firmly. “I love you too.” You’re running your fingertips along his jaw, pressing yourself to him, and he’s beaming at you.

“Fuck, that feels so good to say,” Brendon murmurs against your mouth, rolling you both over so he can press you down into his mattress and kiss you deeply. “And so good to hear.”

You tangle your legs around his waist and grind subtly, seeking him. “I love you,” you repeat, scratching at his back as he shifts to fill you. “You’re really staying?”

“I’m really staying, Y/n,” he tells you, groaning in pleasure as you rock your hips up to take him deeper and kiss his neck. “Yes, Princess, my sweet girl. My babydoll. I’m staying. Fuck, you’re always such a good girl for me - take my cock, honey- yes!”

His fingers clutch at you as your back arches, and you whine and beg him to mark you up. “No one will see,” you assure him breathlessly. With the time that’s passed since the show opened, he’s getting more attention and that means you are too. You’ve gotten accustomed to the hat and sunglasses routine and you enjoy tucking yourself into the crook of his arm as he and Zack usher you into wherever you’re all headed. He makes you feel safe. But with more attention comes the requirement of being more careful about leaving marks. A stray visible one could be bad, but you don’t care right now: you want it. You know he does too. He loves watching you strip and seeing all the marks he’s left on your body. “Baby, please. Need you to claim me.”

He groans into your neck, biting down and suckling eagerly, and you shriek, hitching a leg higher over his waist. “Yes, fuck yes,” you gasp. “I love you, Brendon.”

“I love you,” he manages, slightly breathless as he picks up the pace of thrusting into you. “I want my princess to come on my cock.” He slides two fingers into your mouth and you suck greedily. “Good girl,” he praises, and you whimper when he rolls a nipple in between his now-slick fingers. “You sound so pretty, doll. Gonna come for me?”

“Uh huh,” you whisper, tangling a hand in his hair and tugging his mouth down to yours. “Gonna come in me?”

“Fuck,” Brendon mumbles, nipping at your lower lip affectionately. “You know I will, Princess, if you’re still okay with that?”

It’s been two months since the accident in his dressing room, and in bed the next morning, you suggested that maybe, if the two of you were going to be exclusive, maybe the condoms weren’t essential. You were on good birth control anyway, you told him, and you felt like the two of you were good at commitment, so you were okay with forgoing the condoms if he meant it when he said exclusive. Before you had a chance to gauge his reaction, he was on top of you, kissing you fervently, thanking you and promising you that he was committed and you were the only one. One very romantic date to a clinic for testing and two good news phone calls later, and you’ve been able to feel him and only him every time since. He still checks every time though, and you love him for that. Plus, you just love hearing him say it. “You good with me coming in your perfect pussy?” He’s breathing hard as he slides in deep, fingers gripping your thighs as he tries to control himself and wait for permission.

“You know I’m okay with it. You know I love when you come in me.” You drop your legs from his waist and spread them wide, hooking your ankles over the edge of the bed. “Give it to me,” you beg, gasping when he bites down on your neck while thrusting hard and reaching down to rub your clit.

“You first, babydoll. You’ve gotta come for me first, Y/n, you know that.” He’s kissing you frantically, moaning every time your tongues brush, and you can feel your body tensing as he pushes you closer to the edge. “That’s it, Princess. Be a good girl. Be my sweet, messy girl and come all over my cock. Come on my cock.” His encouragement is exactly what you need.

“Ooooh shit!” Your squeal is paired with your nails raking down his back and he grunts, thrusting hard one final time before you feel him trembling over you, praising you and rocking into you through his climax. “Yes, Bren, yes!”

His stomach is tense from the rapid thrusts and there’s a sheen of sweat over his skin. His chest is flushed pink and his eyes are dark, and he’s mumbling something about how in love with you he is. He’s still shuddering over you when you reach for him, needing him closer. He drops down to his forearms and kisses you softly, wrapping you into an embrace. The kiss is sweet and serene, and you find yourself getting lost in it until you break the kiss to yawn. “My perfect girl,” he whispers, grinning at you and tugging the abandoned blankets back up over your bodies. “You sleepy, Princess?”

“Uh huh,” you whisper, snuggling closer. “Less stressed too.” You don’t need to say how much his imminent departure was weighing on you. He knows.

“Good,” Brendon murmurs, stroking a hand down your back and holding you close. “We’ll shower later. Love when you come that hard for me. Makes me fucking wild.”

You agree softly, wiggling against him and guiding his half-hard cock back into you. “Like feeling you in me while we sleep. Like when you have dirty dreams and get hard while you sleep. Love you.”

“I love you too,” Brendon says, kissing the top of your head. “I love you too.”

-||-

“So where will you live?” You’re washing your hair as Brendon leans against the wall of his shower, watching you. “Can you extend the lease on this place?” You look over at him, curiosity all over your face. You’re trying to focus on the conversation, but he really is astonishingly gorgeous, and he’s wet and naked and yours.

“Not sure…but Zack is looking into it. I’d rather stay here if I can, but I figure if I need a new place, I can go house-hunting. Apartment hunting?” He ponders this and you laugh, realizing that he’s probably got some sprawling property back in California. You’ve never lived anywhere other than apartments and brownstones, so a whole house with a yard and probably a pool is such a foreign concept.

“Apartment is most likely,” you tell him, whimpering with delight when he moves back under the water and kisses you softly. “Penthouse, maybe…if you’re feeling fancy,” you manage as his lips move down your neck and his hands curve over your ass.

“As long as I have a space to take you to bed, a space to make you breakfast, and a space to bathe with you after we’re done ravishing each other, I don’t care where I live.” He grins up at you through wet lashes. “I have my priorities straight.”

“Yeah you do,” you say affectionately, ruffling his wet hair. “Though I’d like you to stay here too...I know this area now. I even have a favorite bagel place around the corner.”

Brendon grins and turns the water off, wringing out your hair gently before passing you a towel. “And I’m sure wanting to stay here doesn’t have anything to do with that huge four-post bed to which I routinely tie you...before devouring your pussy until we need to change the sheets.” He winks and you blush, protesting that the bed is a nice perk too but the location of this brownstone is great. He laughs. “We’ll know I’m becoming a New Yorker when I base my living situation on a favorite bagel place,” he teases. “For now, I’ll just let my brilliant, sexy girlfriend pick where we go. She’s never steered me wrong.”

“I don’t know how you can eat them from just anywhere. Murray’s has the best salt bagels, and you never need to go anywhere else.” You cross your arms as if the point is decided and Brendon kisses your forehead.

“You’re right. Murray’s or nothing.” He pauses as you both dry off. “But what if I told you I sent Zack out for breakfast and he didn’t go there?”

You frown at him as you wiggle into a pair of leggings and tug one of his shirts over your head. “I’d say you owe me another weekend at the Plaza with lots of oral and then maybe I can find a way to forgive the transgression,” you tease, shrieking with laughter when he scoops you up into his arms and carries you back to the bed.

“He went to Murray’s, don’t worry. I specified.” He winks at you. “And I already booked our room for next weekend.” He places you down on the bed and flops next to you. “What’s more, I can assure you there will be plenty of me eating you out. I’m already dreaming about you in that bed, hips tipped up so I can grab your ass and really make you come on my tongue. I know we just showered, but damn, I want to get you naked and sitting on my face again, riding my tongue. You’re intoxicating.” He kisses your cheek and you wrap your arms around him, snuggling in close.

“You’re a unicorn,” you tell him. “No one else has ever gone down on me half as good or half as often. My unicorn.”

He beams at you, the love clear on his face. “And I’m planning on keeping it that way. You’re my girl. My babydoll. My princess. Mine. I want you to feel as incredible as you can. Plus, I just really love the feeling of your pussy on my face.” He grins when you blush and rolls over on top of you, sliding down your body and tugging your leggings down. “Can’t get enough of you,” he groans, licking gently.

“Oh fuck,” you sigh, spreading your legs wider for him. “Yeah, baby, just like that. Just - yes...uh huh, fuck yes!”

Brendon smiles and slides two fingers in deep, rocking them forward gently while he fastens his lips around your clit and frets his tongue against you. The squeal you let out is piercing and he presses more insistently with his fingers, all the while telling you not to come yet. He knows you could, but he wants you to be good and wait.

“What?” You sound frantic and in disbelief, but he laughs, telling you that he’ll make you come soon. “Yeah you will,” you pant, moaning and wiggling against his face. “Wanna come on your tongue.”

He groans his approval and squeezes your ass with one hand, thrusting hard with the fingers of his other one. “Wanna eat your cunt for every meal; just want to make this last. Can’t get enough of your sweetness on my face,” he says in a ragged voice, clearly grinding down into the mattress. “Babydoll, my love - let me have you. Need you to rub your sweet cunt on my face and come for me.” His tongue goes back to your clit.

“I’m allowed to come?” You’re breathless, clutching at his hair with both hands and frantically grinding your pussy against his eager mouth and rolling tongue. He nods and you gasp your gratitude as your eyes roll back and your thighs tighten around his head.

He grips your thighs hard and shudders in pleasure, lapping at you needily. The security alarm chimes and he pulls back, hair wild, eyes dark, and swollen lips smeared with you. “Breakfast is here.”

-||-

The episode of Brooklyn99 has just ended and the next one is queued up, which means It’s his turn to lay with his head in your lap. You lift your head up off of his thighs and flip yourself around so he can assume the position you’ve just abandoned. “What will you do when you’re done with the show?” You pose the question as you run your fingers through his hair.

“Get another bagel and then go down on my girlfriend again.” He says this casually and snuggles closer to you, rubbing his head back against your hand.

“What?” You pause, and then laugh. “No, B. I meant after Kinky Boots. Not this episode...although I’m not opposed.”

“Ohhhh, after my show.” He laughs now too, and considers for a moment. “Well, there’s going to be lazy morning sex with you, obviously. Breakfast in bed. Leisurely walks through the city. Lunch and dinner wherever you want. Maybe see some other shows. Literally anything you want. A whole week at the Plaza. A cabin upstate with a case of your favorite wine and no clothes. Whatever you want. Gonna spoil my Princess. Gonna be your boyfriend and your sugar daddy.” He’s got his eyes closed in pleasure as you scratch his scalp, but you can hear the teasing note in his voice. “We’ll do whatever you want.”

“What if I get a new contract? And I’m at work all the time?” You can’t help but sound nervous, but he smirks.

“Then I’ll be your slutty fucktoy and spend all my time in your bed so you can have me whenever you want. I’ll just be naked and ready for you. I’ll make breakfast in the morning and fill up your travel mug with the coffee you like. Send you off to work with one long kiss goodbye. Then I’ll clean the apartment and amuse myself for a while. Get dinner ordered for delivery before getting back in bed. Or maybe I’ll drape myself fetchingly on the couch so I’m the first thing you see when you get in the door.” Brendon’s grinning up at you and you have to laugh because he’s so ridiculous and so cute and so ridiculously cute. “You love me,” he says, half-teasing and half-awestruck. “You’re the best woman I’ve ever known and you love me.”

“I do love you,” you tell him, resting a hand on his stomach and stroking idly as you play with his hair. “I love you so much.”

“I’ll never get tired of hearing that. Your turn again,” Brendon says as he wiggles out of your lap and sits up. “Lay down, Princess. Wanna get my hands on you. If you keep touching me, I’m gonna get distracted and needy. So we gotta switch early.”

“I can make this sacrifice,” you say with a faux-long suffering tone. “I suppose I can tolerate your hands on me.” You wink at him and instead of laying your head in his lap, you tug him down so you’re both stretched across the couch, chest to chest with your back to the back of the couch. “Sleepy,” you admit, snuggling closer to him. “Can’t focus on this episode.”

Without hesitation, Brendon grabs his phone and pauses the stream. “Then we’ll nap, my sleepy love.” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead and you wrap your arms around him. “You cold? You want blankets?” When you nod, he reaches up behind you and tugs a knit blanket down over you both. “Rest, Y/n. I’m not going anywhere.”

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“So,” Brendon begins as he hauls you back into bed after lunch, “where did we land on the sugar daddy thing?” He’s got one eyebrow raised in curiosity and he’s watching you in amusement. You narrow your eyes at him playfully, tugging his hair idly and snuggling into him.

“Depends entirely on why you’re asking,” you tell him with a grin. “I’m not going to stop working to be your slutty fucktoy, to use your phrasing.” You bite lightly at his neck and he groans, reaching down to grope your ass and bring you even closer.

“Just curious. You definitely don’t need to stop working. You’re damn good at your job and you love it. I wouldn’t ask you to do that. Ever.” He’s playing with your fingers now and nuzzling your cheek. “I just keep seeing things I think you would like or places I want to take you but I don’t want you to feel...I don’t know. Like I’m - I don’t know. Trying to make you feel...”

“Hey, I fuck you because I’m super turned on by you and I love you. Not because you pay for things and I feel obligated,” you point out, giggling when you see the look on his face. “Dork. Buy me whatever and take me wherever. Or don’t. I’m still going to want to suck your cock.” Brendon groans happily and you laugh, sliding a hand down into his sweatpants. “You don’t need to worry about me feeling weird. Just keep being you. You’re who I want and need. Sure, you’re a celebrity and a rock star who makes bank but I’m not here for that guy. I’m here for the sweet, sexy, sensitive guy who is my boyfriend. I like the nice dinners we do and our mini-vacations to the Plaza. But I don’t need them. All I need is you. And your world-class dick.” You squeeze lightly and he sighs in pleasure, watching you with dark eyes.

“I love you,” he says a little helplessly, hips twitching as you stroke him idly. You whisper it back to him and he reaches down to wrap his hand around yours. “Don’t tease me, baby. Just a little faster- yes, Y/n, just like that.” Together, you pick up your pace and he buries his face in your neck. “God, you make even a handjob feel so good. Stroke it, Princess; yeah, you feel that hard cock? That’s for you. I’m going to come for you.”

“I wanna lick it,” you tell him, squeezing again as he grunts in pleasure. He shakes his head, kissing down to your collarbone.

“No, baby, you’re sleepy. Love that you want it, but you’re tired right now. Just get me off like this. Play with my cock and make me come like this. You can suck me off later. Guarantee I’ll want it later too. Oh fuck- baby, that’s so good…” He tosses his head back and rocks into your grip eagerly.

“Come on my hand,” you murmur, speeding up. “Come on my hand and let me lick your cum off my fingers.” It sends a thrill right to your clit when he lets out a shuddering gasp, stiffens, and you feel him give in. “Yes,” you whisper, praising him and leaning in to kiss him sweetly as his hips twitch and he trembles. “Love that.”

Brendon laughs shakily, running his free hand through his hair and then pressing against the small of your back so you’re flush against him. “Obviously I love it too,” he says and his lips part silently when you slide your hand out of his sweatpants and delicately place two fingers in your mouth. “Yeah, you look good like that,” he mumbles, snuggling against you. “Got me sleepy now too.”

You finish sucking your fingers clean and run a hand down his arm. “Then let’s sleep.” You shift a little so he can roll onto his back and you can rest your head on his chest. “Don’t be surprised if you wake up with your dick in my mouth. I want you,” you tell him, running your clean hand through his hair tenderly.

-||-

It’s been three days since he told you he was staying, and you’re watching curtain call from the wings, going out of your mind with lust, when you notice the missing button from his jacket. That’s the perfect excuse, if anyone asks.

When he comes off-stage, you grab him by the wrist and lead him back to his dressing room, ignoring the lighthearted comments and amused remarks from the rest of the cast. They know about the two of you, and you’ve worked with many of them before. They’re just glad you finally chose a good guy.

“What’s up, babydoll?” Brendon kisses you gently once you’ve closed the door. “You good?” He raises an eyebrow and you nod, removing his jacket and shirt carefully before guiding his hand up your skirt. “Ah, I’m caught up now.” He kisses you more fervently while his fingers tease you. “Someone is feeling needy. It’s interesting how careful you’re being with the costume pieces. Normally when you’re this wet, you’re clawing at my clothes to get me naked,” Brendon says, curling his fingers and making you gasp and cling to him.

“Only because I’d be the one to repair them before the show tomorrow night,” you remind him breathlessly, kneeling and tugging down his costume-boxers and folding them neatly before turning your attention to the compression shorts and dance belt. “And if I rushed and damaged anything, I’d be distracted the entire time you’re trying to make me come. Plus,” you say, looking up at Brendon with an amused smile, “this is a tease for both of us.”

He’s leaning against the wall, watching you with heavy eyes and biting his lower lip. “Definitely a tease,” he agrees, reaching down to stroke your hair. “Need you, Princess. Need you now.” He gestures down at the compression shorts that are really trying to do their job of concealing his arousal. You whimper and caress his cock through the material, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Wanna suck your dick so badly but also I need you in me…” you can both hear the conflict in your voice. “Miss feeling your big thick cock filling me up when you fuck me hard.” You feel how wet you are and you look at him desperately. “Can I suck on your cock til you’re close and then take you inside me?”

Brendon’s head hits the back of the door and he groans in ecstasy. “Abso-fucking-lutely.” He promises, moving to sit down on the couch so he can work on one boot while you get the other one off. “Miss your mouth so much. Been thinking about how good you suck me off, how you swallow my cock down and still scratch for me to fuck your mouth...god, Y/n, you make my cock so hard.”

You don’t even need to respond; you just shift so you’re between his knees and rise up so you can take him down in one slick slide of your mouth.

“Holy fucking shit,” Brendon mutters, clutching your hair and trying to keep his hips still. You moan around him, rubbing frantically at your clit through your panties. “Don’t come, baby,” he orders you. “Want you to come on my cock. Wanna come in you and watch your face when I give you all my cum.” He’s panting, gripping the edge of the couch as your head bobs, your tongue working hard.

“That’s it, Princess. Just like that - oh fuck, just like that, suck just like-“ Brendon cuts himself off with a long groan that you’re positive is echoing down the hall. You don’t care. You’ve got one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing gently as you lick your way back up to the tip. “Holy fuck I love you so much,” he declares when you tease your way down to his balls.

You’ll never get tired of how he tastes. His cock is in your mouth and hands are in your hair; you’re surrounded by him and you know your panties are soaked. He’s watching in awe as you trace lines up his cock with the tip of your tongue, just to take him in your mouth entirely with an eager moan. You slide your panties to the side and roll your hips forward to take two fingers in you. His fingers feel better but yours will have to do, since he’s breathing hard and trying not to fuck your mouth.

Once his gasps, groans, and swears are slurring together into one stream of pleasure, you pull back and wipe at your mouth, your lips swollen and slick, with the back of your hand. “Bend me over the counter and fuck me til I can’t see straight.” With that, you tug your shirt off over your head and shove your skirt down. “Please,” you add, laughing as you bend yourself over the counter and watch him in the mirror.

“Yup, that’s - yes, gonna do that,” he agrees, standing from the couch and crossing the room to grab you by the waist and push into you. “Damn, you’re so fucking tight like this,” he tells you, watching you in the mirror. You whimper in pleasure and stretch your arms out in front of you as you realize there’s nothing to hold onto.

“I’ve got you, babydoll,” and he reassures you by squeezing your hips. He’s curled his fingers around your hips and is keeping you pulled back so his rapid thrusts won’t drive you into the edge of the counter. “Won’t let you get hurt.”

His whole body is tense as he thrusts into you from behind; you’re desperately trying to keep your head lifted to watch in the mirror. All the teasing of your clit has you right on the edge too, and you’re sure you’re going to pass out from sheer pleasure before he’s done with you. The sensation of being filled by him, over and over again, is heaven. The firm heat of his body pressed to yours makes your whole body ache with desire. You lose all sense of time - there’s only his cock filling you and his mouth whispering filth and his hands clutching you. You drop your head, pressing your forehead to the cool surface of the counter. “Don’t look away,” Brendon says in a low voice. “Watch how good we are in the mirror. Eyes on me, Princess. Watch me fuck you. Watch me take you. Watch me make you come.”

“Oh god,” you whine, forcing yourself to open your eyes and meet his gaze in the mirror. “It’s too hot, you’re too hot,” you whimper, pushing back on him. “Seeing us, seeing you fuck me like this, it’s too good. It makes me crazy. You’re gonna make me come. Fuck, I’m gonna come!” He can see the raw desire written on your face and he reaches down to rub at your clit.

“Then come for me,” Brendon tells you, still watching your reflection. “Be a good girl and come on my cock.” He hasn’t even finished the sentence before you’re crying out in ecstasy, the waves of your climax crashing over you. He fucks you through it, holding you in place as you shake and he pushes harder, doubling the tremors taking over your body. “Gonna come in you, yeah? You gonna watch me come in you?” You watch his head dip low to whisper the questions in your ear.

“Yeah,” is all you manage. You moan low in the back of your throat while he chants your name, still rocking into you steadily, even if his rhythm is abandoned.

“That’s my good girl. That’s my Princess,” Brendon murmurs, his thrusts slowing as his orgasm subsides. “Fuck, I love you so much. You are so good. You are so good. Come here, Y/n.” He takes a step back, guiding you to the couch where he flops unceremoniously. You curl up against him, still trembling with the intensity of your orgasm. “You okay?” He’s stroking your back and you nod, lifting your head to meet his eyes.

“I’m fucking fantastic,” you say a little breathlessly, laughing. “That was intense. I loved it. I love you.” He murmurs it back and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer and rolling you both back deeper into the couch. “I’m exhausted. But I feel fantastic.”

“You look fantastic,” Brendon says, his eyes shining, as he shifts so you can press yourself against him and nestle your head under his chin. He’s running two fingers over your thigh. “You feel fantastic. You are fantastic.”

“You’re pretty fantastic yourself,” you counter, kissing his jawline. “What do you say we take our mutually fantastic selves home and take a shower? Then get some food in you?”

“Oh hell yeah,” Brendon says, wiggling up off the couch to grab his street clothes. “Gonna order now so it’s waiting for us when we get home.”

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There are three bags sitting in the entryway of the flower shop when Zack parks the car, and Brendon scoops you up so that you’re clinging to him, shrieking and trying to not fall. “That’s dinner. Oh - no, I gotcha, babydoll,” he murmurs, and he shifts you slightly so you can wrap your legs around his waist and grip his shoulders. His hand slides under your skirt to grip your ass and you sigh happily, hooking your ankles together. “You’re not going anywhere.” He winks at you as he bends down to grab all three bags.

“Three? How much did you order?” You tease, playing with the hair at the back of his neck. He laughs and shakes his head, telling you it’s not all food. “Then what is it?” You’re curious now, and he shrugs.

“Guess you’ll just have to be patient and see,” he murmurs with a small smile, laughing when you huff and remind him that you’re not patient. “Oh, I know.” He grips you tighter and thanks Zack as he opens the door and proceeds to help you both up the stairs.

You’re finally inside and alone with him when he motions for you to follow him to the bathroom, still carrying the three bags with him. “This is not where normal people eat dinner,” you inform him, completely perplexed as to what his plan is.

“We’re not normal, Princess.” Brendon places the bags on the ground and bends over to plug the tub. “We’ve never been normal.” He yelps playfully when you smack his ass and he narrows his eyes at you. “I’m gonna get you back for that,” he warns, grinning when you retort that you’re sort of counting on that. He’s got the water running when he asks you for the smallest of the bags. You pass it to him without hesitation and he immediately unpacks three small kraft paper envelopes and dumps all of their contents into the hot water.

“Bath bombs?” You look at him, confused.

“Bath bombs,” he confirms, and he reaches for you to come stand beside him and watch the bombs swirl and burst and expand. “Three sex bombs from LUSH.”

“Ooooh,” you purr, stroking his chest now, pressing closer. “I like where this is going.” The smell of ylang-ylang and Jasmine is filling the bathroom and you are interested in getting him naked and in that water.

“So here’s my plan,” Brendon tells you, turning to face you. “I’m going to strip you out of those clothes and get you into this hot water.” You grin, because you’re on the same wavelength. He continues. “Once you’re settled, I’ll join you with the contents of these last two bags.” You raise an eyebrow and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead before starting on your clothes. “Now get your glorious, sexy, naked butt into that tub,” Brendon orders, giving you the faux-stern look that you love. You sink into the petal-pink, sudsy water with a sigh and he smiles. “Good girl.”

As you relax into the water, he rummages in the second bag, withdraws a bottle of red wine, and places it on the edge of the tub. “And finally,” he says with a flourish, “our dinner.” You peer over the edge of the deep tub and look at him with an amused expression, the corners of your lips curling and eyes sparkling as he tugs off his shirt.

“Baby, that’s four slices of cheesecake.”

“I know,” Brendon says, starting on his belt. “We’re having cheesecake and red wine in the bath. This is dinner. We’re adults. We can eat cheesecake in the bath for dinner if we want.” He grins and kicks off his pants, and you watch with interest as he sheds his underwear. He winks at you when you see him half-hard, and you whimper under your breath, gripping the edge of the tub.

“You didn’t bring glasses,” you point out, gesturing toward the wine. He grins as he slides into the water behind you, sighing in pleasure when you wiggle back against him.

“We’re drinking right from the bottle,” Brendon murmurs against your neck. “I’m gonna get you wine-drunk and nice and relaxed and then I’m going to take you to bed.”

“And fuck me slowly?” You sound hopeful, and he bites down gently. “Right?”

“Depends on how wine-drunk you are.” His fingers curve over your breasts and he teases your nipples, groaning when you rub back against his cock. “Don’t wanna take advantage of you. Really just intended to cuddle you up in bed and share some soft kisses, maybe give you a massage.” You whimper and tell him that you want him though, even though you just had him in the dressing room. His fingers slip lower over your stomach and down between your thighs. “Needy Princess. Love that. Might just need to fuck you slowly before the wine, then, huh?”

You’re squirming against his fingers, rolling your hips and nodding eagerly as he nuzzles your ear, nibbling gently.

“Oh,” he says softly. “I forgot something.” He abandons your clit and stretches over the edge of the tub, reaching for the bag the cheesecake came in. “Got it.” He pulls his hand back and he shows you the small tube of silicone lubricant.

“Fuck,” you whisper, grabbing his other hand and shoving it between your thighs so he can feel how wet you are. “You thought of everything.”

“Well, mostly I just fantasized about fucking you against the shower wall tomorrow morning,” Brendon quips, grinning when you laugh. “And I tried to figure out what I needed to make that happen.” You gesture at the cheesecake and wine, telling him that he didn’t need to get all of this.

“No,” he agrees. “That was just because I wanted to eat cheesecake and get drunk with you in the bath. Completely separate from the fantasy morning sex.” He unscrews the top of the tube and you both watch as the clear gel drizzles down over his fingers. “I think we both are willing to wait on the cheesecake and wine?”

“Uh, yeah,” you agree, spreading your legs eagerly. “There’s not much I’m willing to put in front of red wine and cheesecake, but your fingers, and hopefully your cock, definitely make the list.”

Brendon laughs and kisses your cheek as his fingers go deep. You throw your head back and moan his name, already rocking forward for more. “My fingers, and hopefully my cock, thank you.”

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the drug, the dark, the light, the flame, Ch.XIV

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For as long as Geralt could remember, spending four days in bed had always sounded unthinkable.

Even in Kaer Morhen, during the long winters of the Blue Mountains, he could never even consider staying in bed for that long, only getting out to take a bath and change the sheets.

It had always seemed like an unnecessary luxury, a waste of time that could’ve been better spent.

But, like quite a few times before, he finds himself proven wrong by Jaskier.  

They stay in bed for half a week, talking, sleeping and doing just about anything they can think of to each other.

Jaskier ends up with countless marks of different colour and size all over his neck, chest and thighs, and Geralt has his back scratched raw, and it’s more than perfect.

They take longs baths together, unable to break away from each other for as much as a few minutes, and though Jaskier tries to keep Geralt’s hands away from the mark on his back, the witcher inevitably finds his way to it, making Jaskier gasp and arch his back at every touch.

He’s desperate to find out just how far he could take it before it gets too much but he waits patiently for the right moment.

Whenever Arthur or one of the housekeepers knocks on the door to bring them breakfast or dinner - or yet another pot of the neverending sweet tea - Jaskier makes them both hide under the covers, only eyes and noses left above them, and giggles when Geralt reaches out to get a grip on his bare thigh when no-one can see. In Jaskier’s words, he’s protecting their modesty but they both know that he’s just having fun.

That’s not to say that Geralt isn’t having his own kind of fun, of course.

Over the four days that they spend in bed together, neither of them gets dressed once, and the witcher uses that to his full advantage, mapping out Jaskier’s body with his hands and lips at every opportunity that he gets.

And when they do finally decide that it’s time to get out, he’s even more hopelessly in love than before.

“You just can’t keep your hands off me, can you, Witcher?” Jaskier murmurs, looking at him through the mirror as he does up the laces on his shirt and Geralt leaves his place on the bed to come closer and wrap his arms around him from the back.

He smells of dried herbs, vanilla and pomegranate. He also smells of pleasure, sex and Geralt.

It’s an intoxicating combination.

“You can always tell me to stop,” Geralt grins, nosing at the bard’s neck and pressing a kiss to one of the fresh marks.

He’s still completely naked while Jaskier is almost fully dressed, and the soft silk of his shirt feels nice against Geralt’s skin. Not as good as Jaskier’s warmth but he’s not complaining.

Jaskier responds with a soft pleased rumble from somewhere deep in his chest, and throws his head back, resting it on the witcher’s shoulder.

“We look good together,” he says after Geralt steals a kiss from his lips. “Especially like this.”

And Geralt can’t deny that they do.

He loves the contrast between them, loves the way Jaskier’s slender frame looks against his own, the way his perfect skin compares to the witcher’s scars. Loves the way Jaskier’s chestnut hair stands out against Geralt’s silver.

Jaskier turns around in his arms, running a gentle hand down Geralt’s cheek, and his eyes look so soft that it makes the witcher’s heart ache in his chest.

“You know,” he says, adjusting the lacing on Jaskier’s shirt. “The winter had only just begun but I could stay with you through all of it. If you’ll have me.”

He can feel Jaskier’s heart skip a beat.

“You don’t want to go home?” he asks, barely above a whisper.

Geralt hums and leaves the lacing alone, tipping Jaskier’s chin up to look at him.

“I want to be with you,” he says. “I miss my family but this winter, I want to be with you. And next year, we can go to Kaer Morhen together, hm?”

Jaskier averts his eyes, worrying his lower lip between his teeth.

“Geralt--”

“I’ll get you out of here by next winter,” the witcher says, cutting him off before Jaskier can remind him of the curse, and brushing a lock of hair out of his face. “I promise, Jask. we’ll find a way to break the curse, and we’ll be free to go anywhere we want.”

“Anywhere?” Jaskier echoes quietly, still hiding his eyes.

Geralt pulls him closer and leans in, leaving a warm, chaste kiss on the bard’s forehead.

“Anywhere,” he nods. “What about Toussaint, hm? How do you like wine and pretentious banquets?”

Jaskier laughs, though Geralt can still feel that familiar undertone of sadness in his scent, and catches the witcher’s lips in a quick kiss.

“Wine and pretentious banquets,” he smiles, leaning into Geralt’s touch with his entire body. “Sounds wonderful.”

***

It takes Geralt a little while to write a letter home.

He spends a few days thinking it over, looking for the right words, and when he finally sits down to put them on paper, he writes and then burns two letters before finally finding himself happy with what he’d written.

In the letter, he says that he won’t be coming home this year and that they shouldn’t be worried about him because he’s in a safe place. He says that Jaskier had forgiven him for leaving, and that if they want to know more about it, they should ask Eskel because he’s not going to spend the entire winter composing letters to Lambert just to satisfy his curiosity.

That part of the letter is easy.

But then he writes about the curse, asking for help with breaking it, and that is when it gets much harder. He tries to give as many details as he can while also trying to keep out the ones that he feels Jaskier wouldn’t want anyone else to know. It would’ve been easier to ask him but Geralt doesn’t want to bring the subject up when he can avoid it.

He’d seen enough of his tears.

After the first letter is folded and sealed, Geralt stays behind the desk, fidgeting with his medallion until he finally takes another piece of parchment and writes a second one, addressed only to Vesemir.

In that letter, he does go into more details, including the way Jaskier’s magic feels, and mentions, though briefly, that it’s so strong that it might not be as dependent on the curse as Jaskier thinks. It’s only a theory, of course, and maybe he’s just seeing what he wants to see, but it’s better if Veserim knows as much as Geralt can tell him. And there’s one more thing that he’s missing.

He sneaks a look at Jaskier who’s too busy with a new poem to notice, and his chest gets tight with just how much it makes him feel - seeing the bard so comfortable around him.

Geralt signs and folds the letter, putting it to the side to send out in the morning, and gets up from his place, crossing the room over to Jaskier where he’s half-lying on the settee, an open notebook in his lap.

“Can I ask you something?” Geralt says, sitting down on the floor next to him.

Jaskier looks up from his notes, and the witcher sighs affectionately at the smear of ink on his lower lip. As he reaches out to wipe it off, Jaskier dips his head, leaving a smudged kiss on the back of his hand, eyes shining with something that Geralt can only hope is a reflection of his own feelings.

“What is it, darling?”

Geralt chews on his lower lip for a moment, thinking about the best way to ask the question he’d been thinking about for the last five months.

And, well, there aren’t too many options.

“There’s a town a few hours away from here,” he finally says. “I stop there for the night whenever I’m making my way from the south. And when I was there back in summer, the innkeeper told me something that I’ve been meaning to ask you about.”

Jaskier cocks a brow at him, intrigued. Geralt takes a deep breath.

“The innkeeper told me that-- you’re a prince.”

The bard’s blue eyes widen in surprise and he parts his lips to say something but then decides against it, breaking into laughter.

The heat on Geralt’s chest quickly makes its way up to his face, and he averts his eyes, refusing to acknowledge the blush on his cheeks.

“And do you believe everything that innkeepers tell you?” Jaskier finally manages, reaching out to brush a silver lock out of Geralt’s face. “And what am I a prince of, if I may ask?”

“Redania,” Geralt mutters, still hiding his eyes even as Jaskier leans down to touch his lips to his cheekbone. “And it’s not just the innkeeper. The entire town thinks so. But clearly, they don’t know what they’re talking about.”

Jaskier tilts his head to one side, biting on his lower lip and runs his gaze over Geralt’s frame like he’s testing his limits.

“Did I say that they don’t?”

And that… gods, that just confuses Geralt even more.

He’d spent the last five months assured that Jaskier really is a prince of Redania, and even after learning that the mansion and everything inside is created by magic, that he’s trapped here because he’s cursed and not because he needs to be kept out of the public focus, it was the way Jaskier acted, dressed, talked that still made Geralt believe that he’s of royal blood.

“You won’t give a definitive answer, will you?” Geralt sighs, finally looking up at the bard.

Jaskier shakes his head with a conspiratory smile.

“I’m afraid I cannot, my love,” he murmurs, and the endearment makes Geralt’s heart skip a beat. “Stability of the kingdom might be at stake.”

Geralt rolls his eyes and, before Jaskier can protest, pulls him down from his settee and onto the floor, pinning him under his body. The bard gasps but his eyes snap up to meet Geralt’s immediately, holding his gaze.

“And what if I am what they say I am?” he grins, wrapping both arms around Geralt’s neck to keep him close. “Would it change anything - knowing that you’re sleeping with a prince?”

Geralt doesn’t tell him that that’s exactly what he thinks this relationship is, simply because Jaskier is already self-assured enough and he doesn’t want to give him that pleasure. Instead, he dips his head down to nip at the bard’s lower lip and then breaks away before Jaskier can pull him into a proper kiss.

“You’re not asking the right question,” he says, mirroring the bard’s grin. “Haven’t you been warned what witchers can do to fragile little princes?”

Jaskier’s eyes light up with mischievous interest.

“My memory must be failing me,” he says, slipping his fingers into Geralt’s hair and hooking a leg over the small of his back in a move that he’d had more than enough time to practice over the last week. “But I'm dying to know.”

Without allowing Jaskier to pull him into a kiss, Geralt finds his way to his neck, leaving an open-mouthed, possessive kiss right under the sharp of the bard’s jaw, and he barely even notices as he undoes the laces on the front of his shirt.

“Well,” he murmurs, a soft rumble to his voice as he intercepts both Jaskier’s wrists and pins them above his head. “Then let me show you.”

***

It’s much, much later that they get to their bed and finally settle in for the night.

Sated and content, Jaskier makes himself comfortable on Geralt’s chest, tracing slow circles onto it, and it’s just about everything that the witcher needs to feel like he’s where he’s supposed to be.

He leans down, touching a soft kiss to the top of Jaskier’s head, and smiles at the pleased little sound he gets in return.

The dogs are long asleep on the far end of the bed, and the room is pleasantly quiet, the silence disturbed only by the soft crackling of the wood in the fireplace and the wind outside. Winter in this part of Redania takes its hold fast, and behind the windows, everything is covered in a blanket of fresh snow.

It’s peaceful, even more so than in Kaer Morhen.

The keep always has something happening within it, be it endless repairs or even more endless trainings, there are chores and duties to wake up to every morning, and it can sometimes get obnoxiously loud; but here, in the mansion, Geralt can just… rest.

He can wake up every morning with Jaskier’s familiar warmth close to him, and then spend the entire day just stealing kisses from him on every occasion he gets only to then fall asleep at night with the bard’s weight against his chest.

It’s a little selfish, of course, and Geralt had never thought that he’d be happy like this, that this kind of life was ever meant for a witcher but gods, he loved him so much.

It almost hurt, just how hopelessly gone he was.

“You know,” Jaskier murmurs, brushing his thumb over a thin scar on Geralt’s chest and then lifting his medallion with his magic, making it hum violently. “There are times when I feel like I’ve known you forever.”

Geralt takes the medallion away from him and instead laces their fingers together, the soft tingle of magic sending a shiver down his back.

“Maybe you have,” he hums, bringing their linked hands up to his lips to touch a kiss to Jaskier’s knuckles and let him go. “Do you believe in past lives?”

Jaskier turns to rest his chin upon Geralt's chest, looking up at him from under his lashes. They’re both completely naked, and his warm skin feels perfect against the witcher’s as he settles right on top.

“I suppose,” he says after a pause. “Do you?”

Geralt isn’t sure if he believes in past lives. He’d never really thought about it but then again, he’d never thought he’d be in love with a man who - and now he’s even more sure of it - is a prince of Redania.

“Maybe,” he says finally, shrugging with one shoulder. “And if they are real, then maybe we knew each other in a life before this one.”

Jaskier smiles, seemingly pleased with the thought, and his magic gets stronger, snaking around his fingers in shifting colours of blue and purple, slithering up Geralt’s skin like painless flames, making him shiver.  

“I like the sound of that,” Jaskier murmurs, tilting his head to the side as his magic gets to Geralt’s hair, runs through it, making the witcher’s breath stutter. “A different life, but still with you.”

It feels almost the same way that it does when Jaskier runs his fingers through his hair but the magic gets right under his skin, brushes over his every nerve, and there’s nothing Geralt can do to suppress another shiver.

“A different life, but still with me,” he echoes, catching and holding Jaskier’s gaze. “Would you want that?”

Jaskier smiles.

“A different life?”

“A life with me.”

Geralt can feel his heart beating hard and fast in his chest. It’s just four words but they just might’ve required more courage from him than any hunt he’d ever been on.

Jaskier shifts, moving closer, and cups Geralt’s cheek with one hand, looking into his eyes before leaning in even more and kissing him, slowly and softly.

“I would,” he smiles as he breaks away, resting his forehead against Geralt’s, his hand still resting on the sharp of his jaw. “I would, darling.”

Geralt’s heart starts beating even faster, almost painfully, as he thinks over the words that he’d been meaning to say for weeks now. It’s absolutely horrifying, the thought alone, but if he’s being brave with his words, he might as well go all the way.

“Jask?--” he calls softly, keeping his eyes closed and catching the bard’s lips in one more kiss before finally letting go. “I love you.”

Jaskier’s breath catches, his heart skipping a beat in his chest, and he pulls back, looking Geralt in the eye for an endlessly long moment, searching for something, until finally his lips curl up into a smile and he surges forward, pulling Geralt into a heated, messy kiss.

“Gods, Geralt--” he whispers, their lips still touching, and kisses him again. “The things you do to me--”

Geralt can barely breathe as the bard finds his hand and brings it up to his chest, pressing it over his heart, breathing like a bird in a cage.

“Oh, my darling,” Jaskier runs his hands over Geralt’s face, catching his lips with his own again. “I love you more.”

A weight falls off Geralt’s chest, and the lightness that takes its place makes him feel lightheaded for a moment or two.

“Not possible,” he grins, wrapping his arms around Jaskier’s back and pulling him so close that he knows there are going to be bruises in the morning.

Jaskier gasps at the pressure on his ribs but then just laughs, finding Geralt’s lips without looking and rolling over to flip them both around, throwing his arms around Geralt’s neck, the smile never leaving his lips.

It’s a strange, new feeling for Geralt but he can’t deny how good it feels. How fast it makes his heart beat - knowing that Jaskier feels the same way.

“I wanted to tell you sooner,” he whispers in-between kisses, propping himself up on one elbow and running his free hand down Jaskier’s side. “I knew-- for a long time.”

Jaskier laughs, and the fire in the hearth flares up with his magic.

“For how long?” he asks.

Geralt breaks away from his lips and moves lower, to Jaskier’s collarbones, covered in his marks.

“Since that night you took me out into the gardens to see the stars,” he says. “But I only realised it after I talked to my brother in Novigrad. He was the first one to say it out loud, and once he did, everything just… fell into place.”

Rolling around on the bed, they wake up the dogs, and once they see the smile on Jaskier’s face, both Asra and Lucio take it as their cue to crawl closer and lick at his face, making the bard laugh and let go of Geralt, shielding himself with his arms.

Geralt doesn’t even think about helping him, just turns to fall onto his back beside Jaskier, and scrunches his nose when Asra picks him as her new target, getting drool all over him.

And this… makes him feel like he belongs.

Like for the first time in his life, he belongs somewhere other than Kaer Morhen. 

[multific]

Bond

Geralt x Reader

Warning: Smut (quite vanilla)

Summary: There’s a special bond between Y/N and Geralt. 

“That was so reckless Y/N!”

“Yeah! But I saved the boy!”

“But you nearly died and then I’d be dead too!”

“Oh, so that’s what you are afraid of!”

“I’m not afraid of death! I just do not wish to die because of your reckless actions!”

“It’s not like I asked for our lives to be bonded together! It’s not like I want my life and well-being left in your hands Geralt!”

There you were again. Yelling at each other. Jaskier was quite tired of it already. He wished for a nice night in the woods, yet all he got was yelling, again.

You and Geralt were both on the brick of death, he would have been fine, but you would have lost your life if it wouldn’t have been for the wizard who saved your life by binding it to the witcher’s. Now whenever he got injured, so did you. Whenever you were sad he felt it too and whenever he was with a woman…you felt that too. Every single one of your feelings were shared.

That’s why you both felt twice as angry.

Jaskier came to calm both of you and offered you some food. Geralt stormed off into the woods to calm down and get more firewood.

Meanwhile, you and Jaskier had a conversation.

“I just wish the two of you would finally confess to each other.”

“Confess?” you asked, looking at your friend with wide eyes. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh, come on! It’s so obvious! You two are so in love you have each other! I should write a song about that!” as soon as he started to sing you stood up and walked off. You wanted to take a bath and forget about everything.

You got rid of our blood-stained dress and went into the pond that you found earlier. You hissed as the cold water hit your fresh cut which was on your back a bit above your hip.

Sure, you had a bond with Geralt and he healed quicker, but you didn’t.

You washed the dirt and dried blood off of your body and hair.

Although you ran away to clear your mind and stop thinking about a certain man, you couldn’t stop but rethink the events that lead to your newest argument. As you did so, you failed to hear a person enter the water behind you.

As you finished your analysis, you came to the conclusion that you were right. That is when the person behind you touched your bareback. You acted out of instinct and slapped the person in the cheek. It instantly hurt for you as well, that is how you realized that the person was Geralt.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” you said as you held your cheek. You had quite the punch.

“Sorry. I just wanted to tend to your wound.” you didn’t find it strange, he often did that since, with his powers, he could easily heal you. What you found strange is why did he need to come to you when you were bare as you day you were born and deep in thought.

You slowly turned around to look at Geralt. His gorgeous white hair was wet and pushed back, there were droplets of water on his body, your hands rest on his chest as you looked up at him. Your every movement was purely out of nowhere, you never expected to be touching him in such a way. Your gaze met his and his eyes had a look you had never seen before.

“Why are you really here?” You asked.

“I-I wanted to heal you, as I said.” Geralt said.

“No, why are you really here for?” You asked.

“Because I’m an asshole and it’s time I face my feelings. I love you, Y/N. I do not know since when, or how it happened, but it is true.”

You looked at him in shock and honestly did not know what to say.

“Then why were you with other women?”

“I tried to forget, to deny my true feelings, but it clearly didn’t work.” he said as he pulled your bodies closer.

“Will I regret what we’re about to do?” You asked as he leaned down to kiss you.

“You won’t.” Geralt said with his deep and calm voice

“How do you know?” You asked, still a bit unsure.

“Because I love you and I know that you love me too” he said before he pulled you into a kiss.

His lips gently brushed against yours as his grip around you grew tighter. His kiss grew more passionate and deep as he licked your lips, you parted them and allowed his tongue to explore your mouth.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as his big hands roamed your body. His touch created small butterflies in your stomach as your body trembled with pleasure. His kiss made you feel warm and oddly enough it didn’t feel weird, despite how disgusted you were with even just the idea when Jaskier brought it up.

Geralt pulled away from the kiss as you could finally catch your breath. His lips trailed across your jawline and down your neck. He kissed, bit and sucked on your skin leaving purple and red marks along the way, marking the path he went along.

You let out a long moan as his lips reached your chest. Geralt easily picked you up as you wrapped your legs around him, he held you up like you weighted nothing. His mouth attacked your nipples as he sucked and bit on them.

You felt his huge and hard member rub against your skin as you became a moaning mess while he held you up. Your hands were tangled up in his long hair as Geralt pulled away from your nipples causing you to let out a whine in protest.

 “If I hurt you let me know, I’ll stop right away.” Geralt said as he gently kissed your lips. He knew that he was rather gifted, and he didn’t want to hurt you. You gave him permission with a simple nod and kissed his lips once while he moved his hand to your thighs, so he could get a better hold of you.

He slowly slid his length into you causing your let out a loud moan. Your nails dug into his back as you bit down on his shoulder. Geralt let out a soft growl as he started to move.

His movements were beastly as expected from the witcher himself. You had no idea how many times you had reached your climax all you knew is that Geralt was taking pleasure to a whole new level. But you had to admit, it felt the best. Not only you felt the pleasure he was giving to you, but you also felt the pleasure you were giving to him due to your bond.

By the end of it, you were so tired that you didn’t even know what was going on anymore. You nearly fainted when Geralt finally reached his climax as he pulled himself out from you, cuming into the water.

Your arms were loosely draped around his massive shoulders as your face was nuzzled up into his neck. Lucky for you, Geralt still had energy so he carried you out of the water as he dried and dressed you.

The next thing you knew you were laying on your back on the river bank. Geralt was washing his shirt.

You smiled to yourself as you got up and traced his back muscles with your fingers, you ran your fingertips along every scar of him as if that would heal them.

“We should head back to Jaskier, he might think we killed each other.” he said with a whisper not to disturb your relaxed mood.

“I bet he’ll be happy to see us together.”

“Are you?” he asked looking over his shoulder at you.

“Hm?” you said confused.

“Happy. Are you happy? This wasn’t just a one-time thing, right? I truly feel deeply for you.”

“I’m happy. Extremely.” he slightly turned around and you moved forward so you could kiss those lovely lips of his.

Your romantic moment was disturbed by none other than Jaskier himself.

“Oh, thank heavens! I thought you killed each other! But now I see what took so long! See Y/N? I told you! Geralt has always been head o-“

“JASKIER!” Geralt interrupted the other man.

“Right right. I’ll go back to the fire.” as he left you let out a short laugh.

“Soooo, where were we?” you asked with a hint of mischief in your voice.

Geralt didn’t need to be told twice as he leaned closer once again, but yet again, you got interrupted.

“So, just to be clear, are you guy will get wood or…?” Geralt didn’t answer but instead, he threw a rock in Jaskier’s direction. “Okay, okay. I’m leaving!!!” You heard him really leave this time.

“I love you.” you said when Geralt’s amber eyes met yours. The witcher smiled and leaned in to kiss you.

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