#i had to be selfindulgent

[ghastigiggles]

don't wander the everfree alone, its dangerous out there

[szynkaaa]

Zhu Bajie: do you exercise Travel Companion: I like to run away from my problems and feelings

The dialogue is based off a scene from Doctor Who. I don't think that my OC would be going with Zhu Bajie and the Destined One into the rock for the final battle (probably cause she is not able to enter) so she has to sit outside and wait anxiously for them to return.

She is happy to see them return but then also immediately notices how the Destined One's whole demeanour and aura changed. She knew that this point was going to happen where he inherits everything and becomes the new Monkey King, but I also think that she has a hard time wrapping her head around the concept of reincarnation and struggles with accepting it.

So yeah, I imagine the moment after new Sun Wukong comes out of the rock, it's an angsty moment. He just wants to see his best friend and tell her what happened, and now that he is finally "whole" again be able to propely have conversations with her and ask her about all the weird things she says and does, but instead she looks at him like she is very unsure of everything.

Sun Wukong doesn't really have the temper imo or at least here things get a bit heated and he snaps and well, she does what she is best at in situations like this: fucking book it :)))))

Obviously SWK wants to chase after her but Zhu Bajie helds him back and says "ayo kiddo give the lassie some time to process everything, she will come around" he doesn't want to but he knows that is what she needs atm.

Where is Travel Companion hiding meanwhile? In the Zodiac village, the Yin Tiger offered her a spare bedroom, and in exchange she helps around, with the crops, bringing materials back and forth and also has some good times drinking and sharing stories with the villager. Maybe also crying about her woes, and I think that the villager sharing their stories about SWK and explain more about his backstory and stuff helps the her to come around more.

also SWK knows she is there and comes by every day to get his harvest and the free medicing from your local meth dealer Xu Dog. She is hiding in Yin Tiger's lil blacksmith hut everytime he is visiting, but she knows that he knows that she knows that he is there.

And then one day when he is visting Yin Tiger, SWK sighs and goes all "hey bud can you pass this message to Travel Companion," and inserts some very sweet and sappy stuff, knowing that she is there and can hear him. Just as he is about to leave she decides to come out of her hiding spot and go "Hey... let's go talk somewhere more private".

SWK is not showing any emotions but you can tell by the flicker of his tail that he is relieved to see her. Bit worried about the dark eye circle and how not well-rested she looks like, but he will make sure to fix that soon.

[buubonita]

Post truce Dreamtale twins where Nightmare tells his brother "Happy birthday, Dream. You and I are finally seven" because their lives have resumed despite all these years of loneliness and confrontation and now they can start healing together.

Dream just cries and holds his brother's hand but not for too long because prolonged contact is impossible. But it's a start!

[jekyllnahyena]

have shiny, Orville Peck-style Ghost showing off

[gracewolf43]

university is both physically and metaphorically kicking my butt and it’s only been one week (yet i some how i’ve managed to obtain a stress headache that lasted ‘bout half the week)

anywhosies, here is a launda WIP i did hours before the bearings of a headache hit me like a freight :)

maybe i’ll finish it before the term ends who knows, it is certainly up for debate.

i’ve also never drawn anyone from critical role bc i’m new and i also never draw bc i don’t have time and it stresses me out and gives me anxiety lols (its quite laughable really)

this is the literally second time (ever) i’ve draw anything not on paper [help me i’m so very confused]

[boyfrillish]

I wrote a tiny little fanfic yesterday! All classic on a notepad haha. I have yet to type it up on the computer and brush it up, but it's something. Felt very nice. Maybe I'll try this more often (though maybe on an A4 one instead of A5 lol)

[lunarcry]

cried so much during our happy ending im absolutely exhausted now. writing will wait for another day

anyway moe shousuke ↓

[angstandhappiness]

BABY BOY

new son new son new son new son new son new son new son new son new son i love drawing lego style apparently this is the best ive ever drawn in my life watcH. monkie kid. IM GOING NUTS.

[flovverworks]

the alchstar event is gonna make me explode (positive)

[sanjisboyfie]

draken as your attentive boyfriend

requested, thank u for whoever requested this literally felt my heart explode writing this because dear god i love draken sososososoo much. like to be so fr hes my hashtag dream man ! NOT ALL SELFINDULGENT WHAHHTTT

-> draken x ftm reader, sfw & nsfw portions (cw at that part) -> fem alligned, minors, and blank blogs dni !! DNI !! if i see you interact, i will block you

sfw

— draken who lets you play with his hair, enjoys it a lot, actually. the soft black strands are at your mercy. whatever you wanna do to it, even if it's tying it in some pretty bow and making him walk around the shop with it like that, he loves it. when you guys are just chilling in your humble apartment, his head is in your lap and he's almost asleep with the way your fingers gently run over his scalp and through his hair.

"dude, seriously?" one of his customers said, looking at his black hair that had pink ribbons tying them at their ends since you had styled his hair in two simple plaited braids.

"what about 'em?" draken snarled, leaning against the counter and not-so subtly flexing his muscular arms. "my boyfriend did it for me, you got a problem with it?"

cue the customer very nervously shaking their head as your boyfriend continues glaring down at him as if he were nothing but an insect.

— he lets you borrow his clothes whenever you want. considering how large he is, they more often than not end up fitting you pretty oversized or just right. he smiles whenever you greet him in the morning and you're wearing one of his shirts or his sweatpants that are sagging loosely off of your waist (not to mention the bottoms of the pant legs are dragging on the floor). also doesn't care if you wanna borrow his boxers either. he's a clean guy. he washes his underwear, so obviously it's fine if you take some of his to wear.

you had quietly asked if you could use one of his boxers as shorts around the house. he noticed your meek demeanor when asking, as if you were expecting outright rejection.

and he quickly pulled you in by your waist, kissing the top of your head as he said he obviously didn't mind. he kisses your cheek when he hands them to you.

"we can always buy you some of your own too," he comments, then quickly adding in, "not that i mind you wearing mine! it's just, if you ever wanted your own couple pairs, baby, we can always go out and buy some," he assures you, sitting on the bed as you stand in between his legs.

his hands are lovingly caressing the backsides of your thighs, drawing random shapes as he speaks softly to you, "but, next time, don't even ask, alright? what's mine is yours," he waits for you to nod to show that you understand before smiling and pressing a kiss to your lips.

in general, he loves seeing you in his clothes and if he knows that the oversized clothing acts as a simple safe haven, he makes sure you know that he could care less if you steal a couple shirts or hoodies.

"just don't touch my socks, alright? can never keep track of them as it is, if both of us started wearing them, i'd be fucked."

— hovers close in public, always keeping an eye on you no matter where you are. old habits die hard, he guesses, since he's almost always in constant worry mode whenver you guys go out. it's been a long time since his deliquency days, but he's never not going to be paranoid. just let him rest his arm over your shoulder or rest his hand on your waist, it really puts his mind at ease.

the two of you were going grocery shopping to stock up your pantry and fridge. draken was pressing his chest to your back, nonchalant with the close proximity the two of you were in with each other. his hands were even pushing the cart in front of you, playfully scoffing when you told him you could do it.

"make my pretty boy do the work? don't think so," he chuckled when you told him you could do it, kissing the top of your head to get you to forget about it. because there was no way he was going to let you.

he reaches over your head for some things, dropping them into the cart without a second thought. if you motion for him to grab anything, he's got it in his hands in the blink of an eye. really attentive to what you want, in general.

also he likes to boost his own ego by doing this, teasing you that, "i'm just the best boyfriend, right? man, you're a lucky guy to lock me down, huh?" as he's nuzzling his nose into your neck, making you smack him away at how affectionate he was being.

another instance when draken is painfully aware of his surroundings is when you two are walking down the street. the location of your guys' apartment isn't the greatest, but it's also not the worst. he's just really aware of whatever is going on around you two, even if you're just walking around.

it was nighttime and the both of you were getting a craving for some junkfood. so a quick walk to the conveinent store, like two blocks down, was the only answer.

he had your hand tightly gripped in his, listening to you list out all the things that you wanted from the store and nodding every now and then.

"we can also get some dinner there, right? you want some instant ramen, baby?" he asks gently, looking down at you with a smirk, "dare you to get the extra spicy one and eat the whole thing without taking a sip of water!"

just as you're about to scold him for being so ridiculous, a random person jumps out of the alleyway you guys were just about to pass.

draken pulls you behind him faster than you could react and nails the guy right in the balls. the clattering of a metal hitting concrete is the next thing you hear after the guy's groans and you peak over draken's arm to see the state of the random man.

"shit, fuckass cops need to do a better job around here," draken sighs, acting as if that wasn't even a big deal. he still had your hands in his, so he wasn't that phased. as long as you stayed close, he would be as cool as cucumber. "are you alright, [name]?"

his soft eyes settled on you and was pleased to see you were physically fine.

"well, let's get that spicy ramen! you're treating though, since i just saved our lives!" he teases, kicking the guy's face as you both walk past and not looking back once.

once you get rung up at the counter though, he's tapping his card before you can react and kissing your cheek lovingly, "d'ya really think i'd let you pay? c'mon now," he teases, biting your cheek lightly before guiding the both of you to the window seats the conveience store had.

— the "d" in draken actually stands for domesticity !!! loves to wake up next to you, both of you having really messy hair. loves brushing his teeth next to you in the mirror, fuck - he loves when you guys are just in the bathroom at the same time. it's a really intimate thing that he's really, genuinely happy you're that comfortably with each other that you've reached that point together in the relationship. loves to feel you hug him from behind as he prepares you guys breakfast. loves to just laze away on the couch together on his days off. loves loves loves making your small apartment a cute home for the two of you.

draken leans against the bathroom sink, brushing his teeth as he tries to will himself to get excited for the day. you were in the shower, telling him it was one of the mornings you needed a shower to actually get energized. you two were just that tired.

and when you come out of the shower dripping wet, he spits out the toothpaste in his mouth and continues through his routine without wasting a beat. he turns to you as you're drying your naked body, easily maintaining eye contact as he asks, "what you want for breakfast? i'll make it,"

you think for a moment, roughly drying your hair with a towel as you do. and before you can respond, he's coming over with a scowl on his face, taking the towel from your hands.

"seriously? we talked about how bad that is for your hair, idiot," he scolds you, taking the opportunity to do it for you. there's really no need for him to do it, you would have heeded his warning and dried it more gently, but he felt a warmth bloom in his chest as he took care of you.

draken doesn't know it, but he really was made to be a husband. he's just that attentive and caring. (lock him down right now-)

! nsfw, draken x ftm reader

cw: use of the word hole and cunt.

— the thing with draken is that, a lot of people assume he's a hard dom and that's all he is !! not too far from the truth, tbh, but !!! still, he doesn't mind handing you the reins if you ever want to give it a go or if you're just feeling it. he doesn't mind anything. he's a big "go with the flow" type of guy. so if you feel like domming him, say less, just tell him where to stick his dick and he's for it.

— okay, no seriously, though, he's a big listener and believes so heavily in communication (as all good partners should-). tell him your limits / what you liked and what you don't like once and he'll remember it for the entirety of your relationship.

— throughout your relationship and developement of your sexlife, there is one thing about draken that never changes. and it's with how vocal he is. whether it be through the sounds he makes or the words he says to you or under his breath, this man will always be showing you with his voice how good you're making him feel. you get the best of both worlds, praise and degradation (<- depends on the night).

"fuck, my pretty boy, you're so tight," he moans as he grips your hips, slamming into you as his jaw is dropped at the sensation of you around him. he's ducking his head into your neck in a second, placing open mouthed kisses and leaving a couple hickies over your skin.

draken's groans are almost louder than the sounds your cunt is making. it's almost like he wants to drown it out, but really, it's all just him unable to quiet down. you just make him feel so good, how the hell do you expect him to be quiet? not when you're practically sucking him back in each time he shifts his hips backwards. not when your fucked out face is looking up at him.

you're perfect for him, he's convinced of it.

— really into body worship. kisses ever inch of your skin and if it were up to him, he'd make you cum ten times over just by playing with you. he doesn't even have to use his cock to get you there, he's sure of it. (he's got a big ego for a reason, though, trust. draken's got a big dick and knows how to use it).

"so fucking hot," he praises right into your ear as he's fingering your sopping wet hole with his fingers. he was laid up against the headboard of the bed, with you putting your entire weight onto his chest. his arms were draped over your torso, eyes trained on where his fingers were disappearing inside of you. "gonna ruin you, baby, gonna fucking ruin you,"

you moan as his palm rubs against your clit, squirming your hips away at the overwhelming sensation. he clicks his tongue, using his entire arm to wrap around you and hold your hips still.

"you drive me crazy," he curses, nipping at your neck and smirking at the mewl you let out, "get so fucking hard just thinking of you, baby. wish i could just fuck you for the rest of my life, don't need anything else when i got my handsome boy right here,"

spends a lot of time just running his tongue over ever inch of your body. every kiss he places on your body earns you a praise of how perfect you are for him. draken is the definition of a service top, he's there to please you and make you feel good.

it's his favorite thing in the world, making you feel good to the point of no return.

— most annoying part of draken's personality is that he's a fucking tease. if he feels like making you work for it, he will make you work for it. he's rarely ever mean, but when he is mean, he gives you a hardass time. but don't worry, he makes up for it by fucking you stupid <3

draken coos, holding your jaw so easily in his hands, "beg better than that, pup," his other hand is holding the base of his semi-hard cock. you're kneeling in front of him, lips in a perfect pout (the sight of them glistening with a mixture of his and yours saliva makes him hard real quick). he slaps the tip of his dick to your lips, smirking when you instinctively drop your jaw to let him hit your tongue.

"want me to fuck your throat? hm? use your words," he drawls, but doesn't show any sign of pulling his dick out of your mouth when you close your lips around him. the only response you give him is a moan that sends shivers down his spine. his hand buries itself into your hair, controlling the pace you bob your head at.

as the drool drops down to your knees from your chin, he shoves you off of his dick, almost wincing at the cold air that contrasts with the warmth that once surrounded him.

"still haven't heard you beg for it," he reminds you, making you roll your eyes with a newfound pissed off expression on your face. he notices that, quirking his eyebrow, "don't give me that look, brat,"

he tugs on your hair, making you crane your neck backwards to follow the movement, "is that what you are now? a brat? what happened to my good boy that did as he was told?" a cruel grin comes over his face, "or are you just acting out cause you wanna be fucked like one?"

in the blink of an eye, he's so easily picking you up off of your position on the floor and tossing you onto the bed, "always wanted to fuck you dumb. have you remembering nothing but my name," he pulls back from your chest, where he was previously placing wet kisses on, "you want that? want my cock buried inside you?"

and, of course, the answer is obvious.

-

if you want a more focused drabble of nsfw draken instead of just these headcanons lmk <3 and i'll get to it some time muah

[tsukii0002]

A family day

This story is set after the 4th season of the original game and a time jump to Nightbringer.

A selfindulgent fic because I'm a softie and the last lesson has left me thinking😗

Warning: long text and bad grammar

The younger one was feeling especially discouraged that day. He missed Mc, he knew that they could go back and forth between the two worlds now, but they had their obligations in their own world and couldn't just come and go. So, with a strange feeling and a longing for company, he went to look for his siblings.

The next step was look for Satan, he was not in his room, he was not in the library either… The blond must have been with one of his many acquaintances. A little tired, Belphie went to Levi's room, but he didn't get an answer either, and when he went to write to him he saw in devilgram that he was in line for some exclusive event. The youngest sighed, what was the possibility that all his brothers would be out at the same time?

First he looked for Beel in his room, but there was no one there and he remembered that his twin had intensive training that day. Then he looked for Mammon, but he wasn't there either, he checked his cell phone and saw in the group chat that both, Mammon and Asmo, had a modeling session together, so he wouldn't find the fifthborn in his room either.

As a last resort he went to look for the eldest, Lucifer. But he couldn't find him and remembered that he had told them he had a meeting with Diavolo at the end of class that day.

So, defeated and a little disillusioned, he went to the attic.

He had fallen asleep, yet a familiar laughter had awakened him.

Mc: *wiping away tears* My belly hurts from laughing.

Mammon: It's not funny!!! Asmo jumped on me!!

Asmo: It was a cockroach Mammon, a cockroach!!! Ugg I will never set a foot on that set again.

Belphie heard their voice again, but Mc was not there.

Beel : Oh You are awake, want some snaks?

Belphie: What?

When he looked around he saw himself wrapped in a blanket (he hadn't brought any blanket), but that wasn't all, he was cuddled up to his twin, Satan on his other side and Asmo, Mammon and Levi were also on the bed holding a tablet. It was from there that MC'c voice came from.

Mc: Belphie!! Good morning sleepyhead!! I've been calling you the whole afternoon.

Belphie: ?

Satan: Mc was worried because you weren't answerimg the phone, so they called all of us.

Levi: For a moment we were really concerned.

The youngest one looked at his bedside, even Lucifer was there sitting in an armchair next to the bed.

Belphie: Why would you care? It's normal that I don't answer because I fall asleep.

Mc smiled through the screen.

Mc: I don't know… I felt that something was not right.

Asmo: Awwww Mc is a worrywarty~

Lucifer: Yes, they are.

Mc: Oh come on, don't act like you didn't stop the meeting to come here.

Lucifer cleared his throat as his cheeks flared.

Mammon: *putting his arm around Belphie* Well since we're here, why don't we do something together? We all are!!! Even Mr. "Diavolo's wishes are my orders"!

Everyone except Lucifer laughed, and Belphie couldn't help but join in.

Levi: Why don't we watch a movie? So Mc can join in even if they are not here.

Satan: Thats a good idea.

Lucifer: Let's look for a movie then.

Beel: I'm going to get food.

Asmo: Wait Beel I'm coming with you!!

Belphie felt an extreme warmth, the sadness that had accompanied him all day was gone. His siblings had gone to prepare everything and he was left alone with Mc.

Mc: Well, it looks like it's going to be a family day out in the end.

Belphie: Yeah, I needed one of those… Even if you are missing..

Mc: *smiling* Next time, you'll have me there, I promise.

Suddenly he opened his eyes, it had been a dream… from before Mc disappeared. He felt tears welling up in his eyes and looked at his cell phone in frustration. It was then that he saw that he had a message from an unknown number.

"I miss you… you do not know how much. I need one of these"

Belphie smiled, he needed one of those days too, and he wasn't going to stop until he got it.

.

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[danikamariewrites]

More Azriel casual ddlg hc's bc I need it 🙃

A/n: this is just selfindulgent and I'm not sorry

Warnings: ddlg dynamic, daddy kink

Azriel isn’t usually super dominant unless you want him to be so on days where you weren’t at 100% he could tell

He’d be more gentle with the way he talks to you

He knows what it’s like to have a bad day and he wants to help you through it

At first you’d be a little distant from him wanting to be alone but that makes your mood even worse

You’d wander up to his office, his door open and waiting for you. You walk in shyly staring at the floor

Azriel gets up and strides over to you cupping your face lightly since he doesn’t know if you really want to be touched

You lean into his hands, closing your eyes and letting out a soft hum

“You ok princess?” You shake your head and immediately wrap your arms around his torso

He rubs your back and runs his fingers through your hair. “How about we relax for the day yeah? I can make you some lunch, does that sound good?” You nod against his chest. Your muffled ok making it to his ears

He starts to guide you out the door but you stay still making his stop

“Will you carry me?” Az gives you a small smile and picks you up so you cling to the front of him

After he makes you lunch he’d def have you sit in his lap while he feeds you

You like the physical reassurance when you’ve had a bad day

Azriel can never keep his hands off you anyway so he has no problem with it

Every time he tries to get up without you, you pull him back and whine

This also the only time Azriel will let your whining slide

Kisses your nose and cheeks often which makes you smile

“There’s my princess. That cute little smile.”

Azriel makes sure your warm and comfortable by dressing you in his hoodie and sweatpants

Wraps you in your favorite fluffy blanket

Bakes you cookies and feeds you

If it’s winter and really cold he’d make you hot chocolate with extra marshmallows bc you deserve it

You’d sit on his lap all day until you fall asleep then Az would carry you to bed

Other times if you had more energy Azriel would take you out to spoil you

Azriel would hold your hand while you walk down the street looking into the windows of shops

“Oohh can I get that Azzy?” “You can have whatever you want princess.”

Sometimes you want to just hear Azriel’s voice

“Read to me daddy?” You’d say pouting at him from the couch

He’d pick up your favorite book, nothing too long just something over 200 pages, and pull you into his lap

“Of course I will princess.”

You could listen to his smooth dark voice for hours. Others found it scary but you were soothed by it

[mythgirlimagines]

fully aware this is going to be selfindulgent and hyperspecific as hell but i'm curious on your take on this: masaru becoming a recurring boss (a la a pokemon rival) throughout UDG instead of being put on a bus after ch1

no bc i love this

Masaru knew what the kids were doing was right! But…those other kids outside of the Warriors didn’t like that he lost to those Demons. That meant he had to prove himself.

He kept trying and trying, rebuilding his mech as best as he could so he could keep trying to take down those Demons, but every time he ran into them, it was like something changed.

The other Warriors weren’t doing too well, either, and he didn’t run into any of them until he saw Nagisa again. That was when he learned that they all thought he was dead or something.

It didn’t make sense to him, but he still kept going and going, because that was all he knew how to do. If he kept getting stronger, then one day he’d be stronger than those girls.

Komaru and Toko had gotten used to seeing him pop up, and kept trying to make him see reason without destroying his mech again and again. There was just no stopping his stubbornness…

[random-things-of-mine]

𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

Watcher Wally x GN Reader

Priest Wally x GN Reader

Warning: Angst??

- - - - - 

"What are you two doing?"

Watcher walked in on Priest who was in the middle of a small sermon consisting of him and Y/n. 

It was very small sermon, a intimate one.

The puppet had entered the church, ready to pick up the human, the neighbor they all universally shared. Now it was his turn to have them around his neighborhood.

With his tall posture he looked down upon them both, with a curious expression... and slightly concerned.

Priest raised an eye, a smile remained in his face but he clearly wasn't thrilled at the intrusion. He had finally roped Y/n into participating into his sermon to cleanse their soul or something like that and now this-

"You're the other one of me assigned to pick them up, yes? I must inform you, I'm not done with them yet. I insist you come back at a better suited time." He said apologetically but there was a clear demand in his words.

"You know the arrangement, don't be greedy and selfindulgent. It's a ugly look on you."

As the two where having a intense stare off with eachother the floating red eyes around Watcher started to gather around Y/n. Eager to interact with them again recognizing them as a person who made the star or their favorite show very happy.

They happily waved back, greeting the viewers.

"At least I'm not completely forgotten." They say with small smile.

"But that didn't anwser my question, what is going on here?" Watcher probed again, not liking the sight of this.

"We're here to pray to our lord Home, to seek his blessings and words of guidance." Priest said with unsettling reverence.

He reached one of his hands to their neighbors forehead, putting them back in a praying position on their knees as he shooed away the viewers dismissing them.

But those words triggered something, that name, the same evil that resided in his world. And it was here too... not only that but it was prayed too. 

Unacceptable.

No sooner Y/n was picked up, held protectively in Watchers arms, high off the ground out of reach from Priest.

"I won't stand by and let you drag them into your delusions. We're leaving."

"And who are you to stand in the way of divine will? You'll regret crossing me." 

The priests expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as his mind was clouded with thoughts on how to get back 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝒷𝑜𝓇, 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯, Ⱨł₴ ₴₳₵Ɽł₣ł₵Ɇ and most of all 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.

As Watcher walked away, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered, but he knew one thing for certain, he would always stand by Y/n's side. Ready to protect them from the same darkness that he was all too familiar with. He could tell it was already to late for Priest, another victim of Home but he wouldn't let him indoctrinate them aswell.

He couldn't loose anymore people important to him.

- - - - -

[boyfrillish]

I definitely need to write on-text trans Victor at least once... well I mean, I did already 2 weeks ago but I haven’t decided yet about where to share that one sfgsfgsfhfh

[dapandapod]

Stuff of dreams

Hello cuties! So I dreamed I was reading a snippit of @damatris fantastic work, and woke up and realized the only way to read it was to write it, so here ya go! Selfindulgent fluff at its finest! On Ao3 here!

The fire cracked merrily, built tall to fight the winter. It was colder than Geralt ever remember it being, and he was tired of trying to live up to standards of dead witchers.

Jaskier stands by the bed, tunic loose over his shoulders, legs bare save for a pair of cut off sleeping trousers and thick socks.

He climbs into the bed and under the many furs, and Geralt watches him make himself comfortable before following after.

As they had gone to their room, they had seen Lambert and Aiden push each other against every available surface, kissing as their life depended on it. It left something behind in the air, something like a promise.

~

Geralt never wears a shirt when they sleep, at least not here in Kaer Morhen. It leaves his chest on display, hair draped loosely over his shoulders. The bed dips when he sits, and then evens out when he lies down.

The room is still somewhat bright because of the fireplace, and it is comfortably warm in their shared room.

They watch each other in silence, Jaskier sees his own small smile mirrored on Geralt’s lips.

He suddenly realizes, were the circumstances different, Geralt might have kissed him.

In his mind, he sees how Aiden pushed Lambert down on a table, leaning over to completely ravage him. It makes his heart beat faster, and he slowly wets his suddenly very dry lips.

Geralt watches the movement, and with a rustle he leans closer, propping himself up on an elbow. His eyes are warm as he looks down on him, their bodies close but still without touching.

That is, until Geralt slowly leans down over him, his nose tracing along Jaskier’s cheekbone, and up to his temple.

There is no brush or press of lips, just the slightly cool tip of his nose against Jaskier’s now burning skin, and he clenches his fingers under the blanket not to reach out.

Jaskier holds still, eyes lowered and focused on keeping his hands to himself. The silence is so loud, his heart beat thuds in his ears. Geralt's other arm comes up to brace on the other side of Jaskier, effectively boxing him in, and Jaskier is weak.

"Jaskier," Geralt says, so softly Jaskier just has to tilt his chin up, get closer.

"Geralt," he replies, goosebumps breaking on his skin when Geralt's lips touch the shell of his ear.

The witcher leans more properly over him, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes.

Molten gold, warm honey, autumn sun, however you want to describe it, Geralt's gaze travels over Jaskier's face, lingering on his parted lips.

When their eyes meet again, Geralt reads the permission on him, and slowly leans down. Jaskier's hand come up to meet him, cradling Geralt's neck, warm under his hair, firm with muscle and restraint.

The kiss was a long time coming, he thinks, and ever so gentle. Geralt kisses him, and kisses him again, sinking into it until their chests press together, the hand he was bracing himself on dipping under the blankets and finding Jaskier's waist.

The contact travels through Jaskier's body, arching into the touch to be closer, reaching for what he has denied his heart for so long. Geralt pulls back enough to watch him again, then brushes their lips together before pressing a light kiss to the corner of Jaskier's mouth, then his cheek.

Their shape changes into an embrace, their arms around each other, Jaskier's head braced on Geralt's shoulder, the witcher's lips on the top of his head.

"Stay with me?" Jaskier asks, heart ever growing until it strains against his ribs, so full of emotion that his vocie trembles with it.

"Yes," Geralt confirms, tucking Jaskier closer, tangling their legs. "Yes."