Pull Close To Me And Never Be Alone

Veneration of the Ruinous

Fandom,Pairing: Shepherds of Haven ( @shepherds-of-haven) , Niamh Valendil/Chase Trinaeste 3.5 k, smut..like… a lot (minors DNI pls) A/N: SOO the first sinful thing I publish is an absolute behemoth. Go figure. We aren’t here yet in the demo, therefore liberties were certainly taken, I just have MANY feelings and we love a Notable Shift in a relationship. I would like to thank Boyce Avenue’s cover of Crash Into Me and the valley by Miguel. And the Niamh x Chase playlist 

“Sunshine?” 

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Hello! For the prompts, either Geralt/Jaskier or Dandelion/Priscilla, hand-holding #13?

Hand-Holding 13: linking hands together during sex

Lambert/Aiden (slightly angsty) reunion snuggles!

Smut under the cut.

For all Geralt was absolute crap at reading the room when it came to his own relationships, he was an expert when it came to those of his family. Something Lambert had never been more thankful for when the White Wolf made some absolute bullshit excuse and left Lambert and Aiden alone at the inn in their shared room after a shared dinner to "Talk or whatever. I'll be back in the morning."

He owed the older Wolf big time. First helping in tracking down Jad and then Aiden after they heard mention in a tiny village of a green eyed Witcher passing through some months ago. They'd worn no medallion and armour seemingly cobbled together from scraps, but Lambert had been adamant it couldn't possibly be anybody else.

He had absolutely no idea how he was even going to begin paying brother back, but that was a worry for when he wasn't sat in the middle of the narrow bed, stark naked and knuckles deep in his lover.

Aiden keened from where he was straddling the others hips as Lambert's need to take this slow warred with just pure need. The new scars criss crossing the Cats body - more sinewy than the last time they'd seen each other but no less appealing - were covered in red and purple love marks, the pupil of his remaining eye blown wide as damp strands of hair clung to his forehead and neck. The other had given as good as he'd got and had left Lambert's nipples deliciously tender from where he'd played with them until they were raw and he was pretty sure his back was absolutely covered in scratches by this point in the proceedings.

"Shit, Lambert please. I'm ready."

"You sure?" He asked, giving a shit eating grin as he twisted his fingers and caused the other to bite out one of the Elder curses Lambert remembered teaching him.

"Yes, I'm fucking sure. It's been almost two years. I'm not waiting a minute longer to have you in me."

Despite his insistence, Aiden's face still pinched in discomfort, followed by a brief bitter-sharp undercurrent of pain to his scent as he was breached.

"Woah, woah. You sure you're ok?" Lambert asked, stopping the others descent with a firm grip on his hips.

"I'm fine. Like I said, it's been almost two years."

Neither of them were sure how much time had passed until Lambert finally bottomed out, Aiden arching his back with a moan and a satisfied smile, "I missed you."

It was then it slammed into him like one of the mountain avalanches: This was Aiden! Aiden whimpering and writhing in his lap, Aiden tight and warm around him and so, so alive. Aiden was alive, and he was here!

"Lam?" A hand cupping his jaw brought him back. Concerned, green eye searching his face, "Where did you go just now?"

"Sorry, I -" Lambert faltered, fighting to keep his voice steady.

"Do you need to stop?"

"No! I mean." He buried his face in Aiden's shoulder, "I don't want to stop but can we....just stay like this for a bit?"

"Oh, Lam. Come here." Aiden said, changing his bruising grip on the other to a gentle hug whilst Lambert pressed his nose hard against Aiden's neck, feeling the other press kisses to the top of his head.

"Pup, you're shaking."

"I'm fine, I'm fine. S'just you being here. Doesn't feel real."

"... Lambert, I need you to listen for a minute. Alright?"

Lambert nodded before he felt Aiden gently guide his head until one ear was pressed over his Witcher slow heart.

"Hear that? I'm real, this is real. I'm here."

Lambert gave a small whimper in response, still trembling with the sudden emotional upheaval as his hands wandered over every part of the other he could reach, the Cat only pausing in his litany of reassurances to give a small gasp when Lambert's fingers brushed over where they were joined, "That's it. You feel that? Me and you together again. Just as it should be, and that's how it's going to stay now."

"You promise?"

Aiden tilted the Wolf's head up, amber eyes full of emotions usually banked deep, deep down as he brushed their noses together.

"I promise."

Dying for a fic where Jiang Cheng has a second in command who's the closest friend he has and has been by Jiang Cheng's side since the war, and Wei Wuxian is jealous as fuck-

Tim: *walks into Jason’s room* I can’t sleep

Jason: not my problem, replacement

Tim: *lays down on top of Jason*

Jason: *pulls him close and hugs him tightly* go away

Tim: *kisses his chest* I’m leaving

Jason: okay good

Both of them in less than a minute: *asleep*

14 years and 20+

DAY 6, SNUGGLING… Sorry I’ve missed a couple aahgh! I wanted to make this a short comic thingy but no time…

Hey author! I can't choose, it's too difficult! Soo I'm giving you this awesome opportunity to choose! 😁 (Or do everything your call no pressure)

A= aftercare

R= Risk

T= Turn ons

H= Hair

U= Unfair

R D Dirty Secret (please choose this please choose this pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease)

Oh my God, Anon well done!

I hadn't noticed that it formed ARTHUR until I started writing.

A: Arthur never does things by halves. After the intensity, he's infinitely gentle. He lies against you, wrapping his arms around you, kissing your temples, rubbing his nose against yours. He checks that you're breathing well, that you're comfortable, that you've got water, a tender word on the lips. I love you, I'm here. You've been wonderful. Tell him what you want, and he'll do it. And when you fall asleep in his arms, his chest will swell with the quiet pride of having taken care of you like no one else ever will. Because you're his.

R : Risk? He doesn't care, as long as you agree. He could very well drag you to a risky place, kiss you against a wall, hands and lips wandering, dirty words that shouldn't be said in public or outside a bedroom. He flirts with the limit, but only if you agree - because in his world, you come first.

T ; You're what's driving him crazy. Watching you blush, hesitate… then surrender to him. Feeling yourself give in. Your nervous little movements, the moans you barely hold back, his name on your lips. He's obsessed with the sensation of being chosen by you, again,and again. And yes, the idea of filling you, of keeping you, of binding you to him in a way that no one can erase, makes him completely spin.

H ; He loves your hair, gently pushing it away from your face when you're sleeping, wrapping it around his fingers when you're both lying against each other. pushing it over your shoulder to kiss the back of your neck. He usually has his hair under control, but in the act it's a mess and he likes you to run your fingers through it.

U : Arthur doesn't always play fair. He knows exactly where to put his hands, where to press his gaze, what to say to make you yield or plead. He can be devilishly slow, provocative, and perfectly calm while you lose your head.

R D : Arthur has fantasies he'd never express unless prompted. Despite his calm, controlled appearance, he wants to let himself go. To be led. To be undone. Sometimes he imagines you taking control, gently but firmly, while he tries to behave, to be a good boy while you tell him what to do. He loves the idea of being laid bare, in every sense of the word. But it also terrifies him. What if he disappoints you?

The witcher au 🤭

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Day7, NAUGHTY OR NICE!

PART 2 TO THIS

I had an internal struggle on whether or not I should go naughty or nice myself